Post by FPV on Oct 30, 2011 18:32:47 GMT -5
Hank Brown: Why am I here again?
Brown is standing in the middle of an area of mostly trees next to one of New Yorks more mountaneous spots. He picks up his little scrap of paper again, re-reading it to make sure it's correct.
Well, here he was, in the woods, although he saw no signs of any place where a man could feesibly hide. Still, he carried on his camera and microphone in the event that he found the place. Although ever since he began his search that morning, he severly doubted if the place even existed.
Several more hours pass, and Brown is now just plain exhausted. He has seen every speck of this area, and has no given up. As he begins to walk-
*SMACK*
-his face comes into contact with the dirt in a very abrupt manner. He gets up and looks for what he tripped on. What he sees is a doorknob with dirt from Hanks shoes over it. That's right, a door right in the middle of the ground. It's green paint-job helps it to blend in, which would sort of explain why Hank didn't see it at first. Still, you think that that kind of thing would be easy to see.
Hank rubbed his eyes in disbelief for a second, then trys to convince himself that he's hallucinating.
Hank Brown: Calm down Hank, you're still on edge from dealing with Price, this is just your guilt coming through. Just ignore it. Just. Ig. Nore. It.
Fuck it.
Hank reaches down, turns the doorknob and opens the door, revealing a staircase descending into darkness. With a big gulp, Hank begins his crawl downwards.
At first everything seems normal...well, as normal as this situaion can get. Hank calls out as gets deeper into the darkness. No reply is given. He begins to believe that it is one elaborate Halloween prank. That he is just getting his leg pulled by one of the wrestlers.
Then the lights come on.
Vic: WELCOME TO THE VAULT, YOU SORRY ASS!
Vic suddenly is in the front of Hank, shirtless and with both of his hands behind his back. Hank screams a high pitched girl scream, before breathing very heavily. He tries to keep his cool.
Hank Brown: Oh...Vic....uh....hey.
Vic just stands there giving Hank a slasher smile.
Vic: Hey.
Hank Brown: Uh...nice place you got here...
More lights come on, revealing all of the room. In it are many torture devices, an iron maiden, some whips and chains, and a casket. Hank began to be even more rattled.
Vic: Why thank you buddy boy, the bitch cost me an arm and a leg...if you know what I mean.
Vic's smile grew to most of his face.
Hank Brown: (thinking) The man is cracking bad puns, I know for sure now that he wants to kill me. Or at the very least maim me. Maybe this is God punishing me for what I did to Price. Well FUCK GOD, I never really believed in him anyway, but if I live through this ordeal, I'll spend the rest of my life flipping him the bird.
(out loud) Well dude...it was nice meeting you and stuff, but...uh...I got's to be going, as you see I have people to film and talk to...and stuff.
Vic: (thinking) This guy's fresh meat.
(out loud) YOU'RE FRESH MEAT, BUDDY!
Hank hides his face behind the camera in fear of Vic.
Vic: You wanted to do a video...well you're getting one all right, YOU'RE GONNA' GET YOU'RE DAMN VIDEO ALL RIGHT!!
The door Hank came through shuts closed. Vic walks up slowly to Hank and rips his button up white shirt off before grabbing him by the hair, dragging him to some chain shackles on the wall. Vic takes a pair of keys out of his pocket and unlocks them, shoving Hanks wrists in them.
Vic: That's so you won't get out. Cause I know you people like to be resourceful. Well guess what?
Hank Brown: What?
Vic: I plan ahead.
Vic walks off and rolls out a little cart with a cd player on it.
Vic: How bout I set the mood, don't you agree?
Vic presses play, and "First of the Year" by Skrillex begins. Hank's eyes widen in terror.
Vic reaches in his pocket for something. Before Hank can say anything, Vic shoves a ball gag in his mouth.
Vic: (singing) Hush little Hankster, don't you cry, Vic is gonna beat you and let you die!"
Hank tries screaming something, although his speech is muffled by the gag.
Hank Brown: Whhdyooovwammfwoommmeee (What do you want from me?!)
Vic: What do I want from you? Nothing really, I'm just looking for some good clean family fun!
Vic walks over to a table filled with weapons of all kind, guns, knifes, all that jazz. He looks around a bit, as he eyes a police night-stick. Vic cruises on over to Hank, and starts flailing the stick all over Hanks body, leaving many red marks. Hanks screams can be heard over the gag.
Hank Brown: HHHHHHHREEEEEMPH!!
Vic: Having fun?
Hank starts violently shaking his head in dissaproval, much to Vics chargin, inciting him to hit him harder.
Vic: I said. Are. You. Having. FUN?!
Hank clenches the gag to his teeth, and slowly nods, only so that Vic can make it end quicker. Instead, he can fee Vics steel toe boot get rammed right up his junk.
Vic: LIAR!
Tears start to roll from Hanks face, while another smile forms on Vics face.
Vic: Good doggie. Now, I'm going to plug in your mic, and I'll take off your gag, if you can be so kind as to ask me questions like a good little WCF suit would, okay?
Vic runs over to where Hank dropped his stuff and picks up the microphone. The microphone is plugged into a tiny machine that records the audio in MP3 format, which can also be plugged into a stadiums loudspeaker system. Vic taps on it as a test, and slowly removes Hanks gag.
Hank Brown: CALL 911 NOW!!
Vic smacks Hank over the head with his fist.
Vic: No, this is NOT how this will work! You ask me questions, I satisfy you with answers, got it?!
Hank can only moan in pain at this point, small trickles of blood running down his body.
Vic: I'll take that as a yes. Well, what are you waiting for, ask!
Hank Brown: Wh...what do you think of K-k-keeton and Henry?
Again, Vic smacks Brown over the noggin.
Vic: WHAT DO I THINK OF THOSE LOW-LIFES?! Selling their bodys and well being to entertain a bunch of rednecks...FUCK THEM! I'm not a wrestler, I joined the WCF to liberate! The mindless brain-crap we're putting out to these "people" just about sickens me, and those two men are some of the worst offenders! They're both about as stupid as their audience, believing I do this to act cool. WELL FUCKERS, LISTEN TO THIS MAN, LISTEN TO HIM CRY LIKE A LITTLE A WIMP!
Vic shoves the mic into Hanks face.
Hank Brown: Help...me...dear god help me...
The steel toe boot connects with Hanks face this time, leaving a tooth to fly out.
Vic: GOD CAN'T HELP YOU KNOW!
Jake, this shit is not cool, IT. IS. NECCESSARY! You will find that out once I put you through hell like I am doing to this man here. And Doc, you are only an excuse for evil, if anyone was evil in this hate-triangle, it's ME! But I'll tell you, this evil. It. Is. NECCESSARY.
Vic drops the mic right at Hanks feet, who has passed out in his shackles.
Vic: We're done here.
Brown is standing in the middle of an area of mostly trees next to one of New Yorks more mountaneous spots. He picks up his little scrap of paper again, re-reading it to make sure it's correct.
[pink]Come to The Vault, we shall talk. Look somewhere in the woods...[/pink]
Well, here he was, in the woods, although he saw no signs of any place where a man could feesibly hide. Still, he carried on his camera and microphone in the event that he found the place. Although ever since he began his search that morning, he severly doubted if the place even existed.
Several more hours pass, and Brown is now just plain exhausted. He has seen every speck of this area, and has no given up. As he begins to walk-
*SMACK*
-his face comes into contact with the dirt in a very abrupt manner. He gets up and looks for what he tripped on. What he sees is a doorknob with dirt from Hanks shoes over it. That's right, a door right in the middle of the ground. It's green paint-job helps it to blend in, which would sort of explain why Hank didn't see it at first. Still, you think that that kind of thing would be easy to see.
Hank rubbed his eyes in disbelief for a second, then trys to convince himself that he's hallucinating.
Hank Brown: Calm down Hank, you're still on edge from dealing with Price, this is just your guilt coming through. Just ignore it. Just. Ig. Nore. It.
Fuck it.
Hank reaches down, turns the doorknob and opens the door, revealing a staircase descending into darkness. With a big gulp, Hank begins his crawl downwards.
At first everything seems normal...well, as normal as this situaion can get. Hank calls out as gets deeper into the darkness. No reply is given. He begins to believe that it is one elaborate Halloween prank. That he is just getting his leg pulled by one of the wrestlers.
Then the lights come on.
Vic: WELCOME TO THE VAULT, YOU SORRY ASS!
Vic suddenly is in the front of Hank, shirtless and with both of his hands behind his back. Hank screams a high pitched girl scream, before breathing very heavily. He tries to keep his cool.
Hank Brown: Oh...Vic....uh....hey.
Vic just stands there giving Hank a slasher smile.
Vic: Hey.
Hank Brown: Uh...nice place you got here...
More lights come on, revealing all of the room. In it are many torture devices, an iron maiden, some whips and chains, and a casket. Hank began to be even more rattled.
Vic: Why thank you buddy boy, the bitch cost me an arm and a leg...if you know what I mean.
Vic's smile grew to most of his face.
Hank Brown: (thinking) The man is cracking bad puns, I know for sure now that he wants to kill me. Or at the very least maim me. Maybe this is God punishing me for what I did to Price. Well FUCK GOD, I never really believed in him anyway, but if I live through this ordeal, I'll spend the rest of my life flipping him the bird.
(out loud) Well dude...it was nice meeting you and stuff, but...uh...I got's to be going, as you see I have people to film and talk to...and stuff.
Vic: (thinking) This guy's fresh meat.
(out loud) YOU'RE FRESH MEAT, BUDDY!
Hank hides his face behind the camera in fear of Vic.
Vic: You wanted to do a video...well you're getting one all right, YOU'RE GONNA' GET YOU'RE DAMN VIDEO ALL RIGHT!!
The door Hank came through shuts closed. Vic walks up slowly to Hank and rips his button up white shirt off before grabbing him by the hair, dragging him to some chain shackles on the wall. Vic takes a pair of keys out of his pocket and unlocks them, shoving Hanks wrists in them.
Vic: That's so you won't get out. Cause I know you people like to be resourceful. Well guess what?
Hank Brown: What?
Vic: I plan ahead.
Vic walks off and rolls out a little cart with a cd player on it.
Vic: How bout I set the mood, don't you agree?
Vic presses play, and "First of the Year" by Skrillex begins. Hank's eyes widen in terror.
Vic reaches in his pocket for something. Before Hank can say anything, Vic shoves a ball gag in his mouth.
Vic: (singing) Hush little Hankster, don't you cry, Vic is gonna beat you and let you die!"
Hank tries screaming something, although his speech is muffled by the gag.
Hank Brown: Whhdyooovwammfwoommmeee (What do you want from me?!)
Vic: What do I want from you? Nothing really, I'm just looking for some good clean family fun!
Vic walks over to a table filled with weapons of all kind, guns, knifes, all that jazz. He looks around a bit, as he eyes a police night-stick. Vic cruises on over to Hank, and starts flailing the stick all over Hanks body, leaving many red marks. Hanks screams can be heard over the gag.
Hank Brown: HHHHHHHREEEEEMPH!!
Vic: Having fun?
Hank starts violently shaking his head in dissaproval, much to Vics chargin, inciting him to hit him harder.
Vic: I said. Are. You. Having. FUN?!
Hank clenches the gag to his teeth, and slowly nods, only so that Vic can make it end quicker. Instead, he can fee Vics steel toe boot get rammed right up his junk.
Vic: LIAR!
Tears start to roll from Hanks face, while another smile forms on Vics face.
Vic: Good doggie. Now, I'm going to plug in your mic, and I'll take off your gag, if you can be so kind as to ask me questions like a good little WCF suit would, okay?
Vic runs over to where Hank dropped his stuff and picks up the microphone. The microphone is plugged into a tiny machine that records the audio in MP3 format, which can also be plugged into a stadiums loudspeaker system. Vic taps on it as a test, and slowly removes Hanks gag.
Hank Brown: CALL 911 NOW!!
Vic smacks Hank over the head with his fist.
Vic: No, this is NOT how this will work! You ask me questions, I satisfy you with answers, got it?!
Hank can only moan in pain at this point, small trickles of blood running down his body.
Vic: I'll take that as a yes. Well, what are you waiting for, ask!
Hank Brown: Wh...what do you think of K-k-keeton and Henry?
Again, Vic smacks Brown over the noggin.
Vic: WHAT DO I THINK OF THOSE LOW-LIFES?! Selling their bodys and well being to entertain a bunch of rednecks...FUCK THEM! I'm not a wrestler, I joined the WCF to liberate! The mindless brain-crap we're putting out to these "people" just about sickens me, and those two men are some of the worst offenders! They're both about as stupid as their audience, believing I do this to act cool. WELL FUCKERS, LISTEN TO THIS MAN, LISTEN TO HIM CRY LIKE A LITTLE A WIMP!
Vic shoves the mic into Hanks face.
Hank Brown: Help...me...dear god help me...
The steel toe boot connects with Hanks face this time, leaving a tooth to fly out.
Vic: GOD CAN'T HELP YOU KNOW!
Jake, this shit is not cool, IT. IS. NECCESSARY! You will find that out once I put you through hell like I am doing to this man here. And Doc, you are only an excuse for evil, if anyone was evil in this hate-triangle, it's ME! But I'll tell you, this evil. It. Is. NECCESSARY.
Vic drops the mic right at Hanks feet, who has passed out in his shackles.
Vic: We're done here.
