Robbery Gone Wrong (Hammerhand RP1)
Jan 1, 2020 18:34:01 GMT -5
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Post by vastrix on Jan 1, 2020 18:34:01 GMT -5
“Power doesn’t ask for forgiveness. It just is.”
“Hammerhand” Blake Luthor walks down the street in his fitted suit with a duffle bag over his shoulder. He’s freshly showered from the gym where he’s done his work out.
Luthor: Zoran Sainovic. You get to be first on my quest to glory. You get to be the first to be crushed under my fists. Are you scared? Are you excited? Your bones will break and splinter beneath my power. I know I’m excited. I’m a little scared too if I’m being totally honest. I hadn’t been in the ring since AXW. I’m not entirely sure that I can keep you alive through this.
Blake takes a shortcut through a dark alleyway. It’ll cut several blocks off of his walk back to his hotel room. It isn’t long though before he’s confronted by two youths with two more bringing up the rear to surround him.
Luthor: Can I help you?
The first youth who speaks, let’s call him Sam, pulls out a switchblade. Now I say youths, but these are upper teenagers and maybe young twentiers. Youths.
Sam: What’s in the bag, old man? You got any money on you?
Blake just shrugs with a grin.
Luthor: In the bag? Sweaty gym clothes. I do keep about twenty-five hundred on me usually. Now, shoo. I’d like to go back to my motel and relax.
The next youth in front of Blake speaks, let’s call him Tom.
Tom: Give us the money and we let you go. How does that sound, old man?
Luthor: I just don’t think so. I’m planning on bedding a hooker later and being broke just ain’t going to cut it.
Sam: You’d rather die here then?
Blake sighs, bringing the duffle off of his shoulder and into his hands. He tosses the duffle bag to Tom.
Luthor: You’ll find the money in there.
Tom opens the bag, looking repelled by the smell coming from the gym clothes.
Tom: You keep the money in here? Gross!
Luthor: No.
One of the youth behind Blake speaks, we’ll call him Josh.
Josh: Do you really have the money on you, old man?
Blake spins around looking at Josh and the final youth, let’s call him John.
Luthor: Of course I do, but you won’t see any of it.
John: What?
Blake takes a hard jab at John, smashing his nose, and sending him to the ground in a fountain of blood. He turns and punches Josh in the throat, sending him down to his knees and to his side as he gasps for air. Blake turns back to face Sam and Tom, blood splattered across the front of his suit. They stare at him with mouths open in shock. Sam loosely holds his knife while Tom has the duffle bag.
Blake chuckles, popping his knuckles with metallic pops. He takes a step toward Sam and Tom. They take a step back.
Sam: Don’t come any closer or I’ll gut you like a fish!
Luthor: Drop the knife or I crack your skull like an egg thrown against the wall.
Sam looks at Blake’s fists as if uncertain.
Tom: Now...we don’t want any trouble, mister. Just...we’ll go. Okay?
Blake looks between the two with an amused expression.
Luthor: Stealing my gym clothes?
Tom swallows hard, setting the duffle bag down to the ground.
Tom: There. You going to let us go?
Luthor: You’re a lot like Zoran Sainovic. You think you’re going to escape our match in one piece, but that ship sailed the moment the contract for the match was signed.
Tom: You...you’re a wrestler?
Luthor: Ehh calling me a wrestler is a bit of a stretch. I’m a fighter in a wrestling world.
Blake punches Sam in the shoulder, nearly spinning him around from the impact. He seizes Sam by the knife wrist, slams him against the wall, turns the arm, and plunges the knife into Sam’s belly so deep that the blade sticks into the wall behind him. Sam’s eyes go wide in pain and shock.
Blake walks over and picks up his duffle bag. Tom is clutching his shoulder in pain.
Tom: I think you broke my fucking shoulder!
Blake just shrugs as he zips his bag back up and continues to walk away. He stops and looks back.
Luthor: You might want to call 911 before your friend dies. Chalk it all up to a robbery gone bad…
Tom looks to Sam and gasps before he grabs his phone out of his pocket with his good arm to call for medical aid.
Tom: Hello...911?
“Hammerhand” Blake Luthor walks down the street in his fitted suit with a duffle bag over his shoulder. He’s freshly showered from the gym where he’s done his work out.
Luthor: Zoran Sainovic. You get to be first on my quest to glory. You get to be the first to be crushed under my fists. Are you scared? Are you excited? Your bones will break and splinter beneath my power. I know I’m excited. I’m a little scared too if I’m being totally honest. I hadn’t been in the ring since AXW. I’m not entirely sure that I can keep you alive through this.
Blake takes a shortcut through a dark alleyway. It’ll cut several blocks off of his walk back to his hotel room. It isn’t long though before he’s confronted by two youths with two more bringing up the rear to surround him.
Luthor: Can I help you?
The first youth who speaks, let’s call him Sam, pulls out a switchblade. Now I say youths, but these are upper teenagers and maybe young twentiers. Youths.
Sam: What’s in the bag, old man? You got any money on you?
Blake just shrugs with a grin.
Luthor: In the bag? Sweaty gym clothes. I do keep about twenty-five hundred on me usually. Now, shoo. I’d like to go back to my motel and relax.
The next youth in front of Blake speaks, let’s call him Tom.
Tom: Give us the money and we let you go. How does that sound, old man?
Luthor: I just don’t think so. I’m planning on bedding a hooker later and being broke just ain’t going to cut it.
Sam: You’d rather die here then?
Blake sighs, bringing the duffle off of his shoulder and into his hands. He tosses the duffle bag to Tom.
Luthor: You’ll find the money in there.
Tom opens the bag, looking repelled by the smell coming from the gym clothes.
Tom: You keep the money in here? Gross!
Luthor: No.
One of the youth behind Blake speaks, we’ll call him Josh.
Josh: Do you really have the money on you, old man?
Blake spins around looking at Josh and the final youth, let’s call him John.
Luthor: Of course I do, but you won’t see any of it.
John: What?
Blake takes a hard jab at John, smashing his nose, and sending him to the ground in a fountain of blood. He turns and punches Josh in the throat, sending him down to his knees and to his side as he gasps for air. Blake turns back to face Sam and Tom, blood splattered across the front of his suit. They stare at him with mouths open in shock. Sam loosely holds his knife while Tom has the duffle bag.
Blake chuckles, popping his knuckles with metallic pops. He takes a step toward Sam and Tom. They take a step back.
Sam: Don’t come any closer or I’ll gut you like a fish!
Luthor: Drop the knife or I crack your skull like an egg thrown against the wall.
Sam looks at Blake’s fists as if uncertain.
Tom: Now...we don’t want any trouble, mister. Just...we’ll go. Okay?
Blake looks between the two with an amused expression.
Luthor: Stealing my gym clothes?
Tom swallows hard, setting the duffle bag down to the ground.
Tom: There. You going to let us go?
Luthor: You’re a lot like Zoran Sainovic. You think you’re going to escape our match in one piece, but that ship sailed the moment the contract for the match was signed.
Tom: You...you’re a wrestler?
Luthor: Ehh calling me a wrestler is a bit of a stretch. I’m a fighter in a wrestling world.
Blake punches Sam in the shoulder, nearly spinning him around from the impact. He seizes Sam by the knife wrist, slams him against the wall, turns the arm, and plunges the knife into Sam’s belly so deep that the blade sticks into the wall behind him. Sam’s eyes go wide in pain and shock.
Blake walks over and picks up his duffle bag. Tom is clutching his shoulder in pain.
Tom: I think you broke my fucking shoulder!
Blake just shrugs as he zips his bag back up and continues to walk away. He stops and looks back.
Luthor: You might want to call 911 before your friend dies. Chalk it all up to a robbery gone bad…
Tom looks to Sam and gasps before he grabs his phone out of his pocket with his good arm to call for medical aid.
Tom: Hello...911?
