Post by vastrix on May 26, 2019 14:50:19 GMT -5
Armand von Krauss walks down the hallway, escorted by a pair of prison guards. He steams in his own juices as he walks, clenching his fists in anger.
He walks into his cell, growling as his cellmate, Jerry, brings two fingers up to his face to flop his tongue through them.
JERRY: You think that Esmeralda would come here for a conjugal visit with me? I mean, if half of RSW can get some. Why not me?
The cell door slams shut behind Armand and he casually seizes Jerry by the throat.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I have just met with my wife to learn that the affairs are true and not, as you say, geskriptete Ereignisse. Do you think that I will tolerate even the slightest ribbing?
Jerry grasps at Armand's hand, trying to break his iron grip, but fails miserably. His eyes go to the prison guards, who have not left. They make no move to stop Armand, but watch with bloodthirsty interest. Armand pulls Jerry back and slams him against the barred wall.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You've been my cellmate for all of a week. You think I'm the type of man to take that sort of teasing? You think of us as "friends"?
Jerry begins to grow weak as he grasps at Armand's hand. He can't speak. He doesn't even try as his eyes begin to roll up into the back of his head. Armand releases him, allowing him to slid into a sitting position on the floor where he grasps at his throat and gasps for air.
JERRY: You fucking psycho! I was just fucking kidding!
Armand squats down with a small smile.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You think me...psycho? Who thought they could get away with joking with the most dangerous man in the prison?
JERRY: You? The most dangerous? You hadn't raised a fucking hand to anyone.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Exactly. I don't have to when I have people to do it for me. Josh, Ken. Jerry here wants to have a fight with my Hammerhand over some extra rations at dinner.
The door to the cell opens up and the two, now named, guards enter. They seize Jerry by the arms to lift him up, and drag him from the cell.
JERRY: Wait. A fight with Hammerhand? Blake Luthor? No! No! I'm sorry I was fucking with you, man. No!
Josh moves to shut the cell door behind him when he looks at Armand.
JOSH: You going to witness this fight, sir?
Armand smiles a predatory, malicious smile.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Thirty minutes later, a dozen guards and inmates are gathered in the showers where Jerry faces "Hammerhand" Blake Luthor. Jerry looks frightened out of his mind as he tries to get into a defensive fighting style.
JERRY: We don't have to do this, man. Armand just joking. This is some kind of joke.
Blake slowly forms his hands into fists, metallic pings ringing out as the knuckles pop. His hands having had so many surgeries that they are more metal than bone. A shadow of a wince appears on his face as his hands pop, the visage of pain being changed with a malicious bloodlust.
BLAKE LUTHOR: This is one of the few pleasures I have left in life. Of course this is serious.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: And gentlemen, you may begin. Let the strongest man come out alive.
Blake Luthor and Jerry begin circling around one another, it being obvious that Jerry is frightened out of his mind.
JERRY: Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
Blake relaxes his stance with a laugh.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Hit me.
Jerry looks around at the cheering crowd and then back to Blake with uncertainty.
JERRY: Like hit you, hit you? This some kinda trap. Isn't it? I hit you and you use it as an excuse to kill me fucking dead. Well, I ain't doing it. If I don't hit you, you can't hit me back!
Blake raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.
BLAKE LUTHOR: That's not how this works. This is a fight to the death. I just want to see how hard you can hit. Hit me, or don't. I'm going to kill you either way.
JERRY: I...that is...I...do I have to? Please?
Blake shakes his head and feints a punch at Jerry's head. Jerry shrieks and begins to urinate, his fear at the breaking point. Blake sighs, seizes Jerry by the front of his jumpsuit, and punches him in the midsection. He grins in satisfaction as he feels a rib or two give way.
Blake releases Jerry, who falls to his hands and knees on the wet floor, and begins to cough up blood to add to the urine going down the drain.
Blake slams a fist into the back of Jerry's head, causing him to go face first into the floor with his wet ass in the air. Jerry sits down, looking up at Blake as he bleeds from his nose and mouth and cries from the pain and fear.
JERRY: Please don't kill me!
Blake snorts as he kicks Jerry in the chest and perches on him to lay into him right one right hand after another to the face to sandwich Jerry's skull between blows from Blake's iron fist and the tiled floor. Quickly, Jerry's face and head go from being fully formed into some much torn meat and crushed bone. Blood runs down the drain as Blake Luthor stands up victorious.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Not a challenge. Not like what Caffrey will be in AXW.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Thank you, my Hammerhand.
Blake just chuckles.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Anytime.
Guards begin taking inmates back to their cells with a couple remaining behind so that Jerry can be disposed of, Blake can get cleaned up, and Armand can be guarded.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Just wait until we get out of here and I can have my revenge in Riot Star Wrestling…
He walks into his cell, growling as his cellmate, Jerry, brings two fingers up to his face to flop his tongue through them.
JERRY: You think that Esmeralda would come here for a conjugal visit with me? I mean, if half of RSW can get some. Why not me?
The cell door slams shut behind Armand and he casually seizes Jerry by the throat.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I have just met with my wife to learn that the affairs are true and not, as you say, geskriptete Ereignisse. Do you think that I will tolerate even the slightest ribbing?
Jerry grasps at Armand's hand, trying to break his iron grip, but fails miserably. His eyes go to the prison guards, who have not left. They make no move to stop Armand, but watch with bloodthirsty interest. Armand pulls Jerry back and slams him against the barred wall.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You've been my cellmate for all of a week. You think I'm the type of man to take that sort of teasing? You think of us as "friends"?
Jerry begins to grow weak as he grasps at Armand's hand. He can't speak. He doesn't even try as his eyes begin to roll up into the back of his head. Armand releases him, allowing him to slid into a sitting position on the floor where he grasps at his throat and gasps for air.
JERRY: You fucking psycho! I was just fucking kidding!
Armand squats down with a small smile.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You think me...psycho? Who thought they could get away with joking with the most dangerous man in the prison?
JERRY: You? The most dangerous? You hadn't raised a fucking hand to anyone.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Exactly. I don't have to when I have people to do it for me. Josh, Ken. Jerry here wants to have a fight with my Hammerhand over some extra rations at dinner.
The door to the cell opens up and the two, now named, guards enter. They seize Jerry by the arms to lift him up, and drag him from the cell.
JERRY: Wait. A fight with Hammerhand? Blake Luthor? No! No! I'm sorry I was fucking with you, man. No!
Josh moves to shut the cell door behind him when he looks at Armand.
JOSH: You going to witness this fight, sir?
Armand smiles a predatory, malicious smile.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Thirty minutes later, a dozen guards and inmates are gathered in the showers where Jerry faces "Hammerhand" Blake Luthor. Jerry looks frightened out of his mind as he tries to get into a defensive fighting style.
JERRY: We don't have to do this, man. Armand just joking. This is some kind of joke.
Blake slowly forms his hands into fists, metallic pings ringing out as the knuckles pop. His hands having had so many surgeries that they are more metal than bone. A shadow of a wince appears on his face as his hands pop, the visage of pain being changed with a malicious bloodlust.
BLAKE LUTHOR: This is one of the few pleasures I have left in life. Of course this is serious.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: And gentlemen, you may begin. Let the strongest man come out alive.
Blake Luthor and Jerry begin circling around one another, it being obvious that Jerry is frightened out of his mind.
JERRY: Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
Blake relaxes his stance with a laugh.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Hit me.
Jerry looks around at the cheering crowd and then back to Blake with uncertainty.
JERRY: Like hit you, hit you? This some kinda trap. Isn't it? I hit you and you use it as an excuse to kill me fucking dead. Well, I ain't doing it. If I don't hit you, you can't hit me back!
Blake raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.
BLAKE LUTHOR: That's not how this works. This is a fight to the death. I just want to see how hard you can hit. Hit me, or don't. I'm going to kill you either way.
JERRY: I...that is...I...do I have to? Please?
Blake shakes his head and feints a punch at Jerry's head. Jerry shrieks and begins to urinate, his fear at the breaking point. Blake sighs, seizes Jerry by the front of his jumpsuit, and punches him in the midsection. He grins in satisfaction as he feels a rib or two give way.
Blake releases Jerry, who falls to his hands and knees on the wet floor, and begins to cough up blood to add to the urine going down the drain.
Blake slams a fist into the back of Jerry's head, causing him to go face first into the floor with his wet ass in the air. Jerry sits down, looking up at Blake as he bleeds from his nose and mouth and cries from the pain and fear.
JERRY: Please don't kill me!
Blake snorts as he kicks Jerry in the chest and perches on him to lay into him right one right hand after another to the face to sandwich Jerry's skull between blows from Blake's iron fist and the tiled floor. Quickly, Jerry's face and head go from being fully formed into some much torn meat and crushed bone. Blood runs down the drain as Blake Luthor stands up victorious.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Not a challenge. Not like what Caffrey will be in AXW.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Thank you, my Hammerhand.
Blake just chuckles.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Anytime.
Guards begin taking inmates back to their cells with a couple remaining behind so that Jerry can be disposed of, Blake can get cleaned up, and Armand can be guarded.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Just wait until we get out of here and I can have my revenge in Riot Star Wrestling…
