Post by asylum on Aug 31, 2013 17:10:32 GMT -5
Stuffed Suit #1: We're late. Hurry.
Stuffed Suit #2: Is this guy really that good?
Stuffed Suit #1: He's a former World and Hardcore Champion. They expect that he's going to put EAW back on the map.
Disembodied Voice: Help me! Get him off me!
The men pull up short and exchange a nervous look with each other. The first stuffed suit pushes his glasses up on his face.
Stuffed Suit #1: What the hell is that?
Stuffed Suit #2: I don't know, but we've got to get in there.
After another moment of hesitation they are forced into action by another terrified yell.
Disembodied Voice: Please, help m-!
A gurgling sound drowns the finals word.
The two men burst through the double doors into the near empty gym. The lights are all off and the only illumination is filtering through the dirty panes of glass in the high-set windows. The ring looks like it hasn't been used since Cactus Jack made his debut in the world of wrestling. Inside the ring they see a hunched figure. The head whirls around and piercing blue eyes glare at the two interlopers. The man looks like a wild animal caught on camera on the Discovery Channel. His face is a mask of crimson as fresh blood is smeared on his lips and cheeks and more is dripping down his chin and onto his tattered looking white t-shirt.
Asylum: Get out of here.
Stuffed Suit #1: Wh-wh-who are you?
The men stand closer together hoping for safety in numbers.
Asylum: I-I-I'm Asylum. Who are you?
Stuffed Suit #2: Apparently we represent your new employer.
Asylum lifts the corpse-looking figure he'd been hunched over. The man is covered in blood, but seems to be a rather physically imposing figure despite the near child-like screams that they'd heard before they entered. He slings the man over his shoulder as if he were simply an oversized duffle bag filled with laundry.
Asylum: Are you here to see what I can do?
The insane man smiles sadistically and begins to approach the two.
Asylum: I'd be more than happy to give you a demonstration.
Stuffed Suit #1: No, we're all set.
Asylum drops the man he'd mauled at their feet. He seems as if once he's stabilized he's going to also need a plastic surgeon from the looks of the damage.
Asylum: I'll be seeing you.
The man pulls on his restraint mask and exits the facility leaving the two men to ponder what they've just seen.
Stuffed Suit #2: That's the man who's going to revive EAW?
Stuffed Suit #1: We're fucked.
OOC: It's been awhile since I've written for a fed so you'll have to excuse this being a little rusty. I hope the curse at the end isn't too much. I rarely use them, but sometimes they add a little something that's needed.
Stuffed Suit #2: Is this guy really that good?
Stuffed Suit #1: He's a former World and Hardcore Champion. They expect that he's going to put EAW back on the map.
Disembodied Voice: Help me! Get him off me!
The men pull up short and exchange a nervous look with each other. The first stuffed suit pushes his glasses up on his face.
Stuffed Suit #1: What the hell is that?
Stuffed Suit #2: I don't know, but we've got to get in there.
After another moment of hesitation they are forced into action by another terrified yell.
Disembodied Voice: Please, help m-!
A gurgling sound drowns the finals word.
The two men burst through the double doors into the near empty gym. The lights are all off and the only illumination is filtering through the dirty panes of glass in the high-set windows. The ring looks like it hasn't been used since Cactus Jack made his debut in the world of wrestling. Inside the ring they see a hunched figure. The head whirls around and piercing blue eyes glare at the two interlopers. The man looks like a wild animal caught on camera on the Discovery Channel. His face is a mask of crimson as fresh blood is smeared on his lips and cheeks and more is dripping down his chin and onto his tattered looking white t-shirt.
Asylum: Get out of here.
Stuffed Suit #1: Wh-wh-who are you?
The men stand closer together hoping for safety in numbers.
Asylum: I-I-I'm Asylum. Who are you?
Stuffed Suit #2: Apparently we represent your new employer.
Asylum lifts the corpse-looking figure he'd been hunched over. The man is covered in blood, but seems to be a rather physically imposing figure despite the near child-like screams that they'd heard before they entered. He slings the man over his shoulder as if he were simply an oversized duffle bag filled with laundry.
Asylum: Are you here to see what I can do?
The insane man smiles sadistically and begins to approach the two.
Asylum: I'd be more than happy to give you a demonstration.
Stuffed Suit #1: No, we're all set.
Asylum drops the man he'd mauled at their feet. He seems as if once he's stabilized he's going to also need a plastic surgeon from the looks of the damage.
Asylum: I'll be seeing you.
The man pulls on his restraint mask and exits the facility leaving the two men to ponder what they've just seen.
Stuffed Suit #2: That's the man who's going to revive EAW?
Stuffed Suit #1: We're fucked.
OOC: It's been awhile since I've written for a fed so you'll have to excuse this being a little rusty. I hope the curse at the end isn't too much. I rarely use them, but sometimes they add a little something that's needed.
