Post by vastrix on Oct 11, 2019 16:47:39 GMT -5
A few years ago in Southern Egypt, Alex Johnson is standing by a cargo van with a old truck behind it. He stands next to a man named Faalih el-Jaffer. A pair of men unload the back of the van into the truck. Wooden boxes going from one vehicle to another. Alex Johnson smiles as he is handed a briefcase full of Egyptian gold.
ALEX JOHNSON: So what are these weapons being used for if I might be so bold as to ask.
Faalih watches the men load the boxes of weapons onto the truck while twirling away at his mustache.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: A Warlord named Munjid el-Rafiq has stolen my sister to be his bride. I intend to get her back. I have gathered a small army. I just need the weapons to do it. Since we are being bold, didn’t you recently sell Munjid weapons? How do I know that you won’t go to him to warn him about my upcoming attack?
Alex lights a cigarette with a cunning grin. He chuckles as he blows smoke into the air.
ALEX JOHNSON: I’ve been plotting Munjid’s downfall for days. I knew who you were going to use the weapons on before I sold him boobytrapped weapons.
Faalih looks incredulous, but gives a halting smile.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: How did you…
Alex reaches into an inside pocket and pulls out what appears to be a pen. Or rather a pen-style object with a flip top cap covering the plunger. He hands the device to Faalih.
ALEX JOHNSON: All of the weapons I sold to Munjid have explosive charges set inside the clips. When you get within a hundred yards of the Munjid manor, hit the button. Their weapons will explode, killing his soldiers instantly. You’ll be able to storm the manor with ease.
Faalih eyes the device in his hand warily.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: And you are just giving me this device?
ALEX JOHNSON: Of course not. I give it to you in the hopes that you will continue to buy weapons from me when you have rescued your sister and seized Munjid’s manor. I mean, you will need to defend the estate, will you not?
Faalih nods with a greedy smile. He hadn’t actually thought of seizing the manor and estate for himself, but the thought easily comes to mind. With rumors that Munjid operates out of a treasury instead of a bank, he could quickly become a rich and powerful warlord himself. He puts out his hand that Alex quickly shakes.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: You have got yourself a deal!
A day later, Faalih and about two hundred men stand outside of the manor of Munjid el-Rafiq. They’ve already killed nearly a dozen sentries on the estate on their way to the manor. Faalih holds a megaphone in his hands as opposed to one of the assault rifles sold to him by Alex.
FAALIH EL-JEFFER: Release my sister, Munjid! No one else has to die!
Faalih brings out the device in his hand, flips the end cap off to access the button. His cell phone begins to ring so he trades megaphone for cell phone to answer it as it is Munjid el-Rafiq.
MUNJID EL-RAFIQ: You know that your sister wants to be here. She’s attracted to the power of a real warrior.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: Liar! You stole her away in the middle of the night! I will kill you!
MUNJID EL-RAFIQ: You may outnumber me, but my men are placed strategically to take you out. Try me, my friend.
Faalih hangs up the cell phone and switches back for his megaphone.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: At the ready! Once the explosions start, go in!
Faalih presses the button on the detonator and all around him his soldiers die as their weapons explode on them! Faalih looks around him in a panic as Munjid’s soldiers come out of their hiding spots to gun down survivors and surround him. Munjid el-Rafiq and Alex Johnson walk out through the front door.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: Alex? Why?
Alex draws a revolver with a smile.
ALEX JOHNSON: Munjid paid twice what you did, Faalih. Don’t be stupid. The highest bidder wins the war.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: My sister?
ALEX JOHNSON: Did you bother to check her home? You so believed the word that she was taken that you never bothered to check? Goodbye, Faalih.
With those words, Alex shoots Faalih in the head. He puts the weapon away and puts a hand to Munjid’s shoulder.
ALEX JOHNSON: It’s been a pleasure, Munjid. Keep me in mind if you want to pull another deal.
MUNJID EL-RAFIQ: I had her killed you know.
ALEX JOHNSON: What’s that?
MUNJID EL-RAFIQ: If he would have checked on his sister, he would have found her dead.
Alex seems to consider it a moment before smiling.
ALEX JOHNSON: Makes perfect sense to me.
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In the present at a local hospital, Alex Johnson watches as a Doctor and nurse work to stitch up Tarrasque’s wounds on his face from when his face was smashed into the concrete.
ALEX JOHNSON: You could have taken the win and been done with it, but nooo. You had to go on to try to reclaim the Bad Street title. A title that no one really cares about otherwise they would have gone for it as well, but only you did. Greedy. Stupid.
Alex Johnson walks over to stand by Tarrasque as the Doctor finishes stitching him up. He looks down at the pain medicine subdued beast.
ALEX JOHNSON: What am I going to do with you, Tarrasque? You obviously can’t be bothered to listen to me. I should treat you like a bad dog, maybe? You think maybe a rolled up newspaper slap to the nose would do the trick? Maybe a spray bottle of water? No, I think something with a little more oomph will have to do. Lean forward.
Tarrasque obediently leans forward and Alex puts a collar around his neck and fastens it. He tightens it until it’s snug.
ALEX JOHNSON: There. That should do the trick. Go ahead and lay back down. We’ll get you some food ordered up.
Tarrasque lays back down and grins.
TARRASQUE: Me like. Who me fight next?
ALEX JOHNSON: You’ll be tagging up with Frank Windsor and facing both Rob Riot and Chris Parsons. I will need you to obey my every command. Do you understand?
Tarrasque seems to consider, but then shakes his head.
TARRASQUE: You no fighter. Me am strong. Me know best.
ALEX JOHNSON: If you know best, you would be Bad Street champion right now. Instead, you struggled to see the trick that Derren Archer inflicted upon you.
TARRASQUE: Good trick! Me wanted see.
Alex just shakes his head and brings out a small detonator with a smile.
ALEX JOHNSON: I think you’ll be listening to me from now on. None of this warrior nonsense. I don’t care how strong you think you are. You’ll do things my way or else.
Tarrasque narrows his eyes, starting to sit up again.
TARRASQUE: Or else what? Hmmm? Me am strong. STRONG!
Tarrasque starts to rise like he’s going to threaten when Alex presses the button on the controller in his hand. Tarrasque lays back down, jerking as electricity jolts through his body from the collar. Alex cocks his head with a cruel smile, standing over the downed Tarrasque.
ALEX JOHNSON: That shock collar has enough power to bring you down. If that’s not enough power for you, there is a dial on this controller to amp up the juice. You will obey me, monster.
Tarrasque grits his teeth from the pain and sits up again. This time he doesn’t try to threaten Alex.
TARRASQUE: Take collar off. Me will hurt you.
Tarrasque reaches for the collar as if to take it off himself. As soon as he tugs on it, it goes off again. Lightning arcs between Tarrasque’s arms and his torso as the power channels through his body.
ALEX JOHNSON: You can’t tear it off. You cannot escape my control, fool. I might not even hand you over once we get into a working groove with this collar.
TARRASQUE: Me will hurt you!
Tarrasque jumps to his feet, but Alex is quicker and hits the button again. Tarrasque falls back to the bed, twitching in silence as he is shocked nearly senseless.
ALEX JOHNSON: You will obey me or you will be forced to lose. Understand?
TARRASQUE: Understand. Me...obey.
Alex just smirks, his thumb hovering over the button on the controller.
ALEX JOHNSON: You won’t, but pain will be your friend. I’ll go order you that food.
Alex walks out of the room and once he’s certain that Alex is gone, Tarrasque reaches for the collar again. The grogginess that was the pain medicine having been burned away. He reaches for the collar, tugging at it to get it removed. He grits his teeth as the electricity pours into his body. He sighs, releasing the collar.
TARRASQUE: Me will be free!
ALEX JOHNSON: So what are these weapons being used for if I might be so bold as to ask.
Faalih watches the men load the boxes of weapons onto the truck while twirling away at his mustache.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: A Warlord named Munjid el-Rafiq has stolen my sister to be his bride. I intend to get her back. I have gathered a small army. I just need the weapons to do it. Since we are being bold, didn’t you recently sell Munjid weapons? How do I know that you won’t go to him to warn him about my upcoming attack?
Alex lights a cigarette with a cunning grin. He chuckles as he blows smoke into the air.
ALEX JOHNSON: I’ve been plotting Munjid’s downfall for days. I knew who you were going to use the weapons on before I sold him boobytrapped weapons.
Faalih looks incredulous, but gives a halting smile.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: How did you…
Alex reaches into an inside pocket and pulls out what appears to be a pen. Or rather a pen-style object with a flip top cap covering the plunger. He hands the device to Faalih.
ALEX JOHNSON: All of the weapons I sold to Munjid have explosive charges set inside the clips. When you get within a hundred yards of the Munjid manor, hit the button. Their weapons will explode, killing his soldiers instantly. You’ll be able to storm the manor with ease.
Faalih eyes the device in his hand warily.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: And you are just giving me this device?
ALEX JOHNSON: Of course not. I give it to you in the hopes that you will continue to buy weapons from me when you have rescued your sister and seized Munjid’s manor. I mean, you will need to defend the estate, will you not?
Faalih nods with a greedy smile. He hadn’t actually thought of seizing the manor and estate for himself, but the thought easily comes to mind. With rumors that Munjid operates out of a treasury instead of a bank, he could quickly become a rich and powerful warlord himself. He puts out his hand that Alex quickly shakes.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: You have got yourself a deal!
A day later, Faalih and about two hundred men stand outside of the manor of Munjid el-Rafiq. They’ve already killed nearly a dozen sentries on the estate on their way to the manor. Faalih holds a megaphone in his hands as opposed to one of the assault rifles sold to him by Alex.
FAALIH EL-JEFFER: Release my sister, Munjid! No one else has to die!
Faalih brings out the device in his hand, flips the end cap off to access the button. His cell phone begins to ring so he trades megaphone for cell phone to answer it as it is Munjid el-Rafiq.
MUNJID EL-RAFIQ: You know that your sister wants to be here. She’s attracted to the power of a real warrior.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: Liar! You stole her away in the middle of the night! I will kill you!
MUNJID EL-RAFIQ: You may outnumber me, but my men are placed strategically to take you out. Try me, my friend.
Faalih hangs up the cell phone and switches back for his megaphone.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: At the ready! Once the explosions start, go in!
Faalih presses the button on the detonator and all around him his soldiers die as their weapons explode on them! Faalih looks around him in a panic as Munjid’s soldiers come out of their hiding spots to gun down survivors and surround him. Munjid el-Rafiq and Alex Johnson walk out through the front door.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: Alex? Why?
Alex draws a revolver with a smile.
ALEX JOHNSON: Munjid paid twice what you did, Faalih. Don’t be stupid. The highest bidder wins the war.
FAALIH EL-JAFFER: My sister?
ALEX JOHNSON: Did you bother to check her home? You so believed the word that she was taken that you never bothered to check? Goodbye, Faalih.
With those words, Alex shoots Faalih in the head. He puts the weapon away and puts a hand to Munjid’s shoulder.
ALEX JOHNSON: It’s been a pleasure, Munjid. Keep me in mind if you want to pull another deal.
MUNJID EL-RAFIQ: I had her killed you know.
ALEX JOHNSON: What’s that?
MUNJID EL-RAFIQ: If he would have checked on his sister, he would have found her dead.
Alex seems to consider it a moment before smiling.
ALEX JOHNSON: Makes perfect sense to me.
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In the present at a local hospital, Alex Johnson watches as a Doctor and nurse work to stitch up Tarrasque’s wounds on his face from when his face was smashed into the concrete.
ALEX JOHNSON: You could have taken the win and been done with it, but nooo. You had to go on to try to reclaim the Bad Street title. A title that no one really cares about otherwise they would have gone for it as well, but only you did. Greedy. Stupid.
Alex Johnson walks over to stand by Tarrasque as the Doctor finishes stitching him up. He looks down at the pain medicine subdued beast.
ALEX JOHNSON: What am I going to do with you, Tarrasque? You obviously can’t be bothered to listen to me. I should treat you like a bad dog, maybe? You think maybe a rolled up newspaper slap to the nose would do the trick? Maybe a spray bottle of water? No, I think something with a little more oomph will have to do. Lean forward.
Tarrasque obediently leans forward and Alex puts a collar around his neck and fastens it. He tightens it until it’s snug.
ALEX JOHNSON: There. That should do the trick. Go ahead and lay back down. We’ll get you some food ordered up.
Tarrasque lays back down and grins.
TARRASQUE: Me like. Who me fight next?
ALEX JOHNSON: You’ll be tagging up with Frank Windsor and facing both Rob Riot and Chris Parsons. I will need you to obey my every command. Do you understand?
Tarrasque seems to consider, but then shakes his head.
TARRASQUE: You no fighter. Me am strong. Me know best.
ALEX JOHNSON: If you know best, you would be Bad Street champion right now. Instead, you struggled to see the trick that Derren Archer inflicted upon you.
TARRASQUE: Good trick! Me wanted see.
Alex just shakes his head and brings out a small detonator with a smile.
ALEX JOHNSON: I think you’ll be listening to me from now on. None of this warrior nonsense. I don’t care how strong you think you are. You’ll do things my way or else.
Tarrasque narrows his eyes, starting to sit up again.
TARRASQUE: Or else what? Hmmm? Me am strong. STRONG!
Tarrasque starts to rise like he’s going to threaten when Alex presses the button on the controller in his hand. Tarrasque lays back down, jerking as electricity jolts through his body from the collar. Alex cocks his head with a cruel smile, standing over the downed Tarrasque.
ALEX JOHNSON: That shock collar has enough power to bring you down. If that’s not enough power for you, there is a dial on this controller to amp up the juice. You will obey me, monster.
Tarrasque grits his teeth from the pain and sits up again. This time he doesn’t try to threaten Alex.
TARRASQUE: Take collar off. Me will hurt you.
Tarrasque reaches for the collar as if to take it off himself. As soon as he tugs on it, it goes off again. Lightning arcs between Tarrasque’s arms and his torso as the power channels through his body.
ALEX JOHNSON: You can’t tear it off. You cannot escape my control, fool. I might not even hand you over once we get into a working groove with this collar.
TARRASQUE: Me will hurt you!
Tarrasque jumps to his feet, but Alex is quicker and hits the button again. Tarrasque falls back to the bed, twitching in silence as he is shocked nearly senseless.
ALEX JOHNSON: You will obey me or you will be forced to lose. Understand?
TARRASQUE: Understand. Me...obey.
Alex just smirks, his thumb hovering over the button on the controller.
ALEX JOHNSON: You won’t, but pain will be your friend. I’ll go order you that food.
Alex walks out of the room and once he’s certain that Alex is gone, Tarrasque reaches for the collar again. The grogginess that was the pain medicine having been burned away. He reaches for the collar, tugging at it to get it removed. He grits his teeth as the electricity pours into his body. He sighs, releasing the collar.
TARRASQUE: Me will be free!