Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 5:44:20 GMT -5
The Heavy Metal Machine Logan has just lost his first match in WCF. Days removed from it, his following has started to dwindle. Afterwards, he grabbed the ref and dragged him through out the backstage area of the arena, to the locker room and grabbed his bag, forcing the ref to carry them. None of the other wrestlers did a damn thing about it, either. They just sat back and laughed as Logan dragged the ref by the ear out of the locker room and then the arena.
They got to a rental car and he popped the trunk and forcefully threw the ref into the trunk. He tried to slam it shut, but the ref was trying to get out, and it knocked him out cold. With an unconscious ref in the trunk of the rental car that the WCF provided, he slammed the trunk, threw his bags in the back seat, started it up and sped off, tires squealing, leaving rubber marks on the pavement.
It's now been almost 4 days since anyone has seen or heard from The Heavy Metal Machine, and the poor ref has gone missing. Police have been called into the investigation, however they have not been able to locate Logan, the ref, or the rental car.
The scene opens up inside a familiar basement. Logan is sitting in the corner, his right leg flat on the ground and his left knee in the air almost touching his shoulder. His left arm is resting on his knee, and is holding a black dagger with a 6" blade. It's being twisted around by his finger tips on the very back of the blade handle. The ref is tied up to one of the pillars holding the foundation up. His mouth is gagged, and he is in really bad shape.
A door at the top of the stairs creeks open and a hooded figure slowly walks, blocking some of the light. He closes the door and starts to slowly walk down the steps, each one creaking as he makes his way to the basement floor. Once at the bottom he stops and looks at Logan, then at the ref, before his heavy Irish accent comes out through his speech.
"What the fuck is this, lad?"
Logan looks up at the figure. "You wanted another sacrifice, did you not?"
The hooded figure walks over to the ref and lifts one hand up, he grabs the ref by the chin and with a small amount of force slams the ref's head into the pillar. The ref wakes up and instantly starts to scream, but his screams are obviously muffled. The hooded figure looks over to Logan.
"We can't just kill him because you think his counting was one half a second to fast, and I can't smell any sin on him. Let him go and start getting ready for your next match against Greg St. Matthews."
Logan twirls the knife and stands up. He sets the knife on the table and starts to head to the stairs before the hooded figure stops him with a loud aggressive, "STOP!" Logan instantly stops and the figure looks to the camera man, who has been filming this whole time. The hood covering most of his charred face. He turns to Logan, pulls a mask down from under his hood, and begins to speak again.
"Take the camera with you."
The figure turns back to the camera and quickly walks over there before Logan can even start his approach. He looks past the camera, to the camera man who recently joined up with Logan's Cult of Crazy Kids. "YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE!" He says before his hand reaches past the recording camera in a violent thrust and you hear the camera man scream in pain for a few moments. The hooded figure brings his arm back in another violent thrust and you hear the sound of flesh hitting cement. The figure raises his arm up to show a still beating heart. He looks into the camera, his black figure-less mask weirding some people out.
"Beware the oncoming storm."
The camera shuts off to static.
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The scene reopens with The Heavy Metal Machine speeding down the highway like a race car driver. Cars are zipping by as he hits speeds of over 95 miles per hour. He doesn't seem to care much about what could happen. The only thing he cares about, is what he has to do.
"Gary, George, Granny, Greg St. Matthew, I don't give a fuck who or what you are."
Logan pulls into a quick drift and cuts a semi off, damn near clipping the tail end of his own car in the process. The Semi Driver slams on his breaks and damn near causes a 6 car pile up behind him. Logan continues to lay on the gas, pushing the car to its limits. A rest area pull off sign zips by and seconds later, he zooms down the off ramp towards the parking area. He quickly shifts down, and damn near crashes in-between two parked cars. The occupants have to leap out of the way just to avoid being hit.
"The WCF already doubts my abilities, and losing the first match doesn't help matters. Fucking ref couldn't keep a consistent count. Doesn't matter how the fucker pinned me, the simple fact that the ref sped up his last three count doesn't make it right."
Logan shuts off the engine and gets opens up the driver side door. The camera follows as well, getting out of the passenger side. The two drivers he damn near ran over instantly start aggressively questioning his driving ability.
"Yo, man, what the fuck is your problem?" asks the younger male driver, age about early 20's.
"Man, I'm going to fuck you up." says the older male driver, mid 20's and built like a tank. He approaches Logan and attempts to throw a punch, but is met with an inside knife hand block followed up by a very stiff roundhouse kick to the face. The man's head bounces off Logan's car hood as Logan spins around lightly on his feet, grabbing the man by the back of the head as it bounces, and slams it even harder right into the hood, knocking the man out and breaking three bones in his face. The hood now has an indent where the mans face was slammed, and his body slumps to the pavement.
The younger man starts to back up a bit. He throws up his hands as if asking Logan to back down. "H-H-H-Hey look man, i was just asking what your problem was, man. I-I-I-I don't want no troubles at all, man." He points to his car with one free hand as Logan glares a hole through him. "I-I-I-I... I'm just going to leave now, man. Again, I don.."
In the blink of an eye, Logan appears behind the man. He lifts his arm and yanks the man's head down between his armpit and chest. He then lifts the man up into a reverse crucifix position. The man is begging for Logan to let him go, to not hurt him. Logan tilts his head up just a half so he can hear him, the look on his face full of hatred.
"What ever the fuck you say, Greg." Logan says before dropping the man on his chest and chin onto the hood of the mans car, breaking the mans neck and damn near damaging the mans hood so bad that he's going to have to have it replaced. Logan looks at the camera as he slowly walks over to the unconscious man.
"St. Matthew, you threaten me? You threaten to break my neck? That I don't want it? that your going to hurt me in the fucking ring? Nothing is going to stop me, Greg, from ending your life. You see, Greg, you could TRY to end mine, but there is one slight problem with that." Logan grins. "You cant kill a man who is already dead."
Logan grabs the unconscious man by the head and lifts him into the air with his right arm, the man's arms just dangling like a rag doll. He lifts up his left arm and the camera zooms as it starts to change from an arm into a sharp stabbing knife. The camera picks up what appears to be nano machines changing his arm. His eyes glare into the camera, as if looking directly into the eyes of Greg St. Matthews.
"You want to kill me? You want to break my neck, Greg? You want to bring the game to me because your pissed off at that bitch that beat me?"
Logan thrusts his left arm now shaped like a knife into the unconscious mans skull. His right hand ends up ripping the mans head off his body after the impact. His body falls limp to the ground, blood gushing everywhere. Blood drips down from the mans neck for a few moments before it stops. Pieces of his brain and skull are scattered all about, and an eye ball somehow flew into the camera lens before falling to the ground.
"I told the WCF to beware the oncoming storm, yet you still mock me. At Slam, Greg St. Matthews, Nothing is going to stop me from making the match into your blood bath. If you even so much as TRY to fight me," Logan grins, "I will set you to burn."
Logan walks over to his car, gets back into it and waits as the camera hustles into it as well. He starts the engine and begins to rev it before staring into the camera again. "Resistance... If Futile." he states before backing the car into reverse and speeding off. The camera shuts off to static before we can find out what interstate he's on.
They got to a rental car and he popped the trunk and forcefully threw the ref into the trunk. He tried to slam it shut, but the ref was trying to get out, and it knocked him out cold. With an unconscious ref in the trunk of the rental car that the WCF provided, he slammed the trunk, threw his bags in the back seat, started it up and sped off, tires squealing, leaving rubber marks on the pavement.
It's now been almost 4 days since anyone has seen or heard from The Heavy Metal Machine, and the poor ref has gone missing. Police have been called into the investigation, however they have not been able to locate Logan, the ref, or the rental car.
The scene opens up inside a familiar basement. Logan is sitting in the corner, his right leg flat on the ground and his left knee in the air almost touching his shoulder. His left arm is resting on his knee, and is holding a black dagger with a 6" blade. It's being twisted around by his finger tips on the very back of the blade handle. The ref is tied up to one of the pillars holding the foundation up. His mouth is gagged, and he is in really bad shape.
A door at the top of the stairs creeks open and a hooded figure slowly walks, blocking some of the light. He closes the door and starts to slowly walk down the steps, each one creaking as he makes his way to the basement floor. Once at the bottom he stops and looks at Logan, then at the ref, before his heavy Irish accent comes out through his speech.
"What the fuck is this, lad?"
Logan looks up at the figure. "You wanted another sacrifice, did you not?"
The hooded figure walks over to the ref and lifts one hand up, he grabs the ref by the chin and with a small amount of force slams the ref's head into the pillar. The ref wakes up and instantly starts to scream, but his screams are obviously muffled. The hooded figure looks over to Logan.
"We can't just kill him because you think his counting was one half a second to fast, and I can't smell any sin on him. Let him go and start getting ready for your next match against Greg St. Matthews."
Logan twirls the knife and stands up. He sets the knife on the table and starts to head to the stairs before the hooded figure stops him with a loud aggressive, "STOP!" Logan instantly stops and the figure looks to the camera man, who has been filming this whole time. The hood covering most of his charred face. He turns to Logan, pulls a mask down from under his hood, and begins to speak again.
"Take the camera with you."
The figure turns back to the camera and quickly walks over there before Logan can even start his approach. He looks past the camera, to the camera man who recently joined up with Logan's Cult of Crazy Kids. "YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE!" He says before his hand reaches past the recording camera in a violent thrust and you hear the camera man scream in pain for a few moments. The hooded figure brings his arm back in another violent thrust and you hear the sound of flesh hitting cement. The figure raises his arm up to show a still beating heart. He looks into the camera, his black figure-less mask weirding some people out.
"Beware the oncoming storm."
The camera shuts off to static.
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The scene reopens with The Heavy Metal Machine speeding down the highway like a race car driver. Cars are zipping by as he hits speeds of over 95 miles per hour. He doesn't seem to care much about what could happen. The only thing he cares about, is what he has to do.
"Gary, George, Granny, Greg St. Matthew, I don't give a fuck who or what you are."
Logan pulls into a quick drift and cuts a semi off, damn near clipping the tail end of his own car in the process. The Semi Driver slams on his breaks and damn near causes a 6 car pile up behind him. Logan continues to lay on the gas, pushing the car to its limits. A rest area pull off sign zips by and seconds later, he zooms down the off ramp towards the parking area. He quickly shifts down, and damn near crashes in-between two parked cars. The occupants have to leap out of the way just to avoid being hit.
"The WCF already doubts my abilities, and losing the first match doesn't help matters. Fucking ref couldn't keep a consistent count. Doesn't matter how the fucker pinned me, the simple fact that the ref sped up his last three count doesn't make it right."
Logan shuts off the engine and gets opens up the driver side door. The camera follows as well, getting out of the passenger side. The two drivers he damn near ran over instantly start aggressively questioning his driving ability.
"Yo, man, what the fuck is your problem?" asks the younger male driver, age about early 20's.
"Man, I'm going to fuck you up." says the older male driver, mid 20's and built like a tank. He approaches Logan and attempts to throw a punch, but is met with an inside knife hand block followed up by a very stiff roundhouse kick to the face. The man's head bounces off Logan's car hood as Logan spins around lightly on his feet, grabbing the man by the back of the head as it bounces, and slams it even harder right into the hood, knocking the man out and breaking three bones in his face. The hood now has an indent where the mans face was slammed, and his body slumps to the pavement.
The younger man starts to back up a bit. He throws up his hands as if asking Logan to back down. "H-H-H-Hey look man, i was just asking what your problem was, man. I-I-I-I don't want no troubles at all, man." He points to his car with one free hand as Logan glares a hole through him. "I-I-I-I... I'm just going to leave now, man. Again, I don.."
In the blink of an eye, Logan appears behind the man. He lifts his arm and yanks the man's head down between his armpit and chest. He then lifts the man up into a reverse crucifix position. The man is begging for Logan to let him go, to not hurt him. Logan tilts his head up just a half so he can hear him, the look on his face full of hatred.
"What ever the fuck you say, Greg." Logan says before dropping the man on his chest and chin onto the hood of the mans car, breaking the mans neck and damn near damaging the mans hood so bad that he's going to have to have it replaced. Logan looks at the camera as he slowly walks over to the unconscious man.
"St. Matthew, you threaten me? You threaten to break my neck? That I don't want it? that your going to hurt me in the fucking ring? Nothing is going to stop me, Greg, from ending your life. You see, Greg, you could TRY to end mine, but there is one slight problem with that." Logan grins. "You cant kill a man who is already dead."
Logan grabs the unconscious man by the head and lifts him into the air with his right arm, the man's arms just dangling like a rag doll. He lifts up his left arm and the camera zooms as it starts to change from an arm into a sharp stabbing knife. The camera picks up what appears to be nano machines changing his arm. His eyes glare into the camera, as if looking directly into the eyes of Greg St. Matthews.
"You want to kill me? You want to break my neck, Greg? You want to bring the game to me because your pissed off at that bitch that beat me?"
Logan thrusts his left arm now shaped like a knife into the unconscious mans skull. His right hand ends up ripping the mans head off his body after the impact. His body falls limp to the ground, blood gushing everywhere. Blood drips down from the mans neck for a few moments before it stops. Pieces of his brain and skull are scattered all about, and an eye ball somehow flew into the camera lens before falling to the ground.
"I told the WCF to beware the oncoming storm, yet you still mock me. At Slam, Greg St. Matthews, Nothing is going to stop me from making the match into your blood bath. If you even so much as TRY to fight me," Logan grins, "I will set you to burn."
Logan walks over to his car, gets back into it and waits as the camera hustles into it as well. He starts the engine and begins to rev it before staring into the camera again. "Resistance... If Futile." he states before backing the car into reverse and speeding off. The camera shuts off to static before we can find out what interstate he's on.
