The Ronin of Revenge (#3)
Apr 17, 2023 1:57:10 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Apr 17, 2023 1:57:10 GMT -5
A metal door swings open and Kieran Roth, the little person agent of the Murder Lizard steps inside.
Kieran: Right this way, I have the answers you seek.
Following him in, we see the yoked out Jesse Jamester with veins bulging in his black t-shirt. The Murder Lizard had come to Japan seeking the man who tried to blow him up. Now though, after his last gift from said stranger, Jesse was seeking revenge for his fellow friend Clyde, who now resides without an eye.
Kieran: Mind you, I have not spoken to him yet. Favors what they are, I made haste to get you here so you could ask him yourself.
Approaching another doorway, this time to a room with no windows and peeling paint on the walls. Kieran enters and steps aside as he waits for Jesse to enter.
Their before him sits a man tied to a chair. The Murder Lizard notices the previous punishment that the man sports on his face and arms.
Kieran: He is all yours.
Stepping aside, the German Irish agent of the Murder Lizard folds his arms as Jesse looks around noticing a table to the left. Filled with instruments of torture, he takes note with his eyes before stepping up to the capturee.
Leaning forward, Jesse pushes his lizard mask to the forehead of the detained man and tilts it ever so slightly. Looking him dead-on in the eyes with his cold blue stare, the man’s eyes show the fear of god as they open up.
Not a word spoken, Jesse presses his head forward until the man in the chair is leaning back due to his sheer size. It’s here where the man begins to speak in Japanese
Prisoner: I only made the delivery! I know nothing, I promise!
Jesse steps back from the man, his chair lands flat on the floor and the man seems to be relieved.
THWWWWWAAAAP!
A closed right fist rocks the man and sends blood from his mouth to the side table with all the instruments of torture.
Looking to the table again with new found purpose, the Murder Lizard steps closer and scans it’s menacing tools. Lifting the barb wire roll up from the end of the table, Jesse takes to the man in the chair as though wrapping a Christmas tree with lights.
Around and around he goes, each loop cutting a new part of the man’s flesh and sending a scream of agony as it tightens.
Reaching over for the wire cutters, Jesse snips the barb wire roll after he’s made ten full loops. Blood crawls from all parts of the man’s body, seeping through his white shirt to the point that it’s practically crimson now.
Kieran: You have said nothing of purpose! Who did you get the package FROM?! What was their name?! Tell us now and maybe you will leave here alive tonight.
For the size of Kieran Roth the voice commanded the room like a general giving marching orders. The tailored suit of the three foot six inch German Irish agent may have given an inkling of a soft shell, but his vocals immediately shed that doubt.
Prisoner: I… I.. all I know… (audible grunt of pain) is the man was masked. He did not have a name! I swear, if I knew, I would tell you!
Moaning in agony as his body looked ready to be stuffed in a sausage sleeve from the barb wire, the man’s head drops as he weeps openly.
Kieran: What did this mask look like?
Approaching the prisoner, Kieran touches his knee as Jesse has his back to them, now standing at the table once more.
Prisoner: A skull shape. It covered his eyes and mouth. The rest of his face was all black. (Whimpering) That’s all I know, I swear on my family!
Patting the knee of the man, Kieran Roth turns and walks back towards the doorway.
Turning around, Jesse reveals an ice cream scooper looking device, though not specifically used for the dessert one would imagine.
Jesse: I want you to take a message back to the man in the mask.
Prisoner: Anything - I promise, I will do what—- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The screams are heard on the street outside as the man’s head is held back and Jesse applies the tool to inflict pain.
It seems to last forever before the howling fades out.
Appearing at the back door they entered, Kieran Roth walks out first. The Murder Lizard follows behind moments after, blood covering his arms and spattered on his shirt.
Jesse: Get rid of this.
Kieran places his hand open and Jesse drops an eyeball in his palm.
Jesse: Now we wait and follow him to see where he goes.
Kieran: Do you think he’ll actually go back?
Jesse: All I know is I have to get to him before he goes after another family member of mine. My son Julius has not answered my calls since I arrived in Japan…
Kieran: You don’t think—
Jesse: I don’t know… but I’m not going to wait around to find out either.
The scene ends with Jesse and Kieran walking down the one-way alley and across the street to a parked vehicle facing the alley’s exit.
“Japan bred me to be the King of Violence.
The Japanese wrestling style molded me to become the man I am today. At the young age of twenty years old, I came to Tokyo and made a career and a name for myself in death matches.
That is to say, I gave every bit of myself to my craft. They didn’t know me as the Murder Lizard or the Canadian Nightmare, no, the name was one my mentor coined for the way I fought the foreigners night in and night out.
‘The Nemesis Warrior’
A blood soaked massacre was the result after every match I took part in. A clinic, that was how the Japanese papers described the end result of every show I was on.
I took to the death match like second nature and it paid me back with respect world wide. The scars on my body are a constant reminder of wars I put myself through back then…
Wars I am ready to go through again!
The XHF has been nothing short of a circus since the Rumble was announced.
Zoran trying to deter me from my Tour of Violence goals. Someone I never imagined I would speak to — comes at me for what I plan on doing when I win the X*Crown! What balls he has aye.
Super Frenemies have another thing coming if they think I will go back to GUNS and defend that championship. It’ll be a cold day in hell before that happens!
But I’m not going to get ahead of myself. I know that I have to win the Rumble first. The names of those entering this year are no slouches.
Steve Awesome, a man I have spiked off a ladder in REIGN with a Jesterplex. The Face of the Franchise will seek to find a way to return a receipt for that one — and I hope he does. I have been waiting to tear those girly locks of his out and scalp the wannabe movie star for his BANG! bro affiliation since Oh Violent Night Civil War Games. The Rumble is as good a place as any to do so.
The Scourge… (grunts)
Donzig, our paths have been crossing since Northern Pro. I find it unlikely that will change any time soon. You took the better part of the last six months from me and I promise you, that will never be forgotten. Battle all the monsters of the universe and every skeleton wizard you stumble on — I guarantee they don’t hold a candle to the monster you awoke in me!
Bloodied Fox, Cross Recoba, Death Trap, Magnus and Redmond Fury are all names I have paid close attention to over the past two years. They may not have fought me in the ring, but they will come April 30th.
It’s about that time that the XHF puts respect on my name! From the murmurs I heard, it sounds like they all need a reminder of what the King of Violence brings to the table.
Boys…. And Tinto.
You are entering for a chance to be the X*Crown Champion, but you will leave remembering you went to war with the King of Violence!
Especially you Lord Dominicus…
I have not forgotten what you did to the Syndicate. When you enter the Rumble and I stand there waiting for you, I want you to remember there is nowhere for you to hide. If I have to, I’ll go under that bottom rope and beat you all around the arena like I did Greg Adkins last year!
As always, I save the best for last.
Dylan Black.
A former Pillar. The self proclaimed Messiah. A Daemon. What ever you want to call yourself this time around I could give a fuck less — it’s your funeral Dylan, and I’m bringing the body bag.
The XHF will bow before the King of Violence! Mark the calendar, it’s Rumble season!”
Kieran: Right this way, I have the answers you seek.
Following him in, we see the yoked out Jesse Jamester with veins bulging in his black t-shirt. The Murder Lizard had come to Japan seeking the man who tried to blow him up. Now though, after his last gift from said stranger, Jesse was seeking revenge for his fellow friend Clyde, who now resides without an eye.
Kieran: Mind you, I have not spoken to him yet. Favors what they are, I made haste to get you here so you could ask him yourself.
Approaching another doorway, this time to a room with no windows and peeling paint on the walls. Kieran enters and steps aside as he waits for Jesse to enter.
Their before him sits a man tied to a chair. The Murder Lizard notices the previous punishment that the man sports on his face and arms.
Kieran: He is all yours.
Stepping aside, the German Irish agent of the Murder Lizard folds his arms as Jesse looks around noticing a table to the left. Filled with instruments of torture, he takes note with his eyes before stepping up to the capturee.
Leaning forward, Jesse pushes his lizard mask to the forehead of the detained man and tilts it ever so slightly. Looking him dead-on in the eyes with his cold blue stare, the man’s eyes show the fear of god as they open up.
Not a word spoken, Jesse presses his head forward until the man in the chair is leaning back due to his sheer size. It’s here where the man begins to speak in Japanese
Prisoner: I only made the delivery! I know nothing, I promise!
Jesse steps back from the man, his chair lands flat on the floor and the man seems to be relieved.
THWWWWWAAAAP!
A closed right fist rocks the man and sends blood from his mouth to the side table with all the instruments of torture.
Looking to the table again with new found purpose, the Murder Lizard steps closer and scans it’s menacing tools. Lifting the barb wire roll up from the end of the table, Jesse takes to the man in the chair as though wrapping a Christmas tree with lights.
Around and around he goes, each loop cutting a new part of the man’s flesh and sending a scream of agony as it tightens.
Reaching over for the wire cutters, Jesse snips the barb wire roll after he’s made ten full loops. Blood crawls from all parts of the man’s body, seeping through his white shirt to the point that it’s practically crimson now.
Kieran: You have said nothing of purpose! Who did you get the package FROM?! What was their name?! Tell us now and maybe you will leave here alive tonight.
For the size of Kieran Roth the voice commanded the room like a general giving marching orders. The tailored suit of the three foot six inch German Irish agent may have given an inkling of a soft shell, but his vocals immediately shed that doubt.
Prisoner: I… I.. all I know… (audible grunt of pain) is the man was masked. He did not have a name! I swear, if I knew, I would tell you!
Moaning in agony as his body looked ready to be stuffed in a sausage sleeve from the barb wire, the man’s head drops as he weeps openly.
Kieran: What did this mask look like?
Approaching the prisoner, Kieran touches his knee as Jesse has his back to them, now standing at the table once more.
Prisoner: A skull shape. It covered his eyes and mouth. The rest of his face was all black. (Whimpering) That’s all I know, I swear on my family!
Patting the knee of the man, Kieran Roth turns and walks back towards the doorway.
Turning around, Jesse reveals an ice cream scooper looking device, though not specifically used for the dessert one would imagine.
Jesse: I want you to take a message back to the man in the mask.
Prisoner: Anything - I promise, I will do what—- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The screams are heard on the street outside as the man’s head is held back and Jesse applies the tool to inflict pain.
It seems to last forever before the howling fades out.
Appearing at the back door they entered, Kieran Roth walks out first. The Murder Lizard follows behind moments after, blood covering his arms and spattered on his shirt.
Jesse: Get rid of this.
Kieran places his hand open and Jesse drops an eyeball in his palm.
Jesse: Now we wait and follow him to see where he goes.
Kieran: Do you think he’ll actually go back?
Jesse: All I know is I have to get to him before he goes after another family member of mine. My son Julius has not answered my calls since I arrived in Japan…
Kieran: You don’t think—
Jesse: I don’t know… but I’m not going to wait around to find out either.
The scene ends with Jesse and Kieran walking down the one-way alley and across the street to a parked vehicle facing the alley’s exit.
“Japan bred me to be the King of Violence.
The Japanese wrestling style molded me to become the man I am today. At the young age of twenty years old, I came to Tokyo and made a career and a name for myself in death matches.
That is to say, I gave every bit of myself to my craft. They didn’t know me as the Murder Lizard or the Canadian Nightmare, no, the name was one my mentor coined for the way I fought the foreigners night in and night out.
‘The Nemesis Warrior’
A blood soaked massacre was the result after every match I took part in. A clinic, that was how the Japanese papers described the end result of every show I was on.
I took to the death match like second nature and it paid me back with respect world wide. The scars on my body are a constant reminder of wars I put myself through back then…
Wars I am ready to go through again!
The XHF has been nothing short of a circus since the Rumble was announced.
Zoran trying to deter me from my Tour of Violence goals. Someone I never imagined I would speak to — comes at me for what I plan on doing when I win the X*Crown! What balls he has aye.
Super Frenemies have another thing coming if they think I will go back to GUNS and defend that championship. It’ll be a cold day in hell before that happens!
But I’m not going to get ahead of myself. I know that I have to win the Rumble first. The names of those entering this year are no slouches.
Steve Awesome, a man I have spiked off a ladder in REIGN with a Jesterplex. The Face of the Franchise will seek to find a way to return a receipt for that one — and I hope he does. I have been waiting to tear those girly locks of his out and scalp the wannabe movie star for his BANG! bro affiliation since Oh Violent Night Civil War Games. The Rumble is as good a place as any to do so.
The Scourge… (grunts)
Donzig, our paths have been crossing since Northern Pro. I find it unlikely that will change any time soon. You took the better part of the last six months from me and I promise you, that will never be forgotten. Battle all the monsters of the universe and every skeleton wizard you stumble on — I guarantee they don’t hold a candle to the monster you awoke in me!
Bloodied Fox, Cross Recoba, Death Trap, Magnus and Redmond Fury are all names I have paid close attention to over the past two years. They may not have fought me in the ring, but they will come April 30th.
It’s about that time that the XHF puts respect on my name! From the murmurs I heard, it sounds like they all need a reminder of what the King of Violence brings to the table.
Boys…. And Tinto.
You are entering for a chance to be the X*Crown Champion, but you will leave remembering you went to war with the King of Violence!
Especially you Lord Dominicus…
I have not forgotten what you did to the Syndicate. When you enter the Rumble and I stand there waiting for you, I want you to remember there is nowhere for you to hide. If I have to, I’ll go under that bottom rope and beat you all around the arena like I did Greg Adkins last year!
As always, I save the best for last.
Dylan Black.
A former Pillar. The self proclaimed Messiah. A Daemon. What ever you want to call yourself this time around I could give a fuck less — it’s your funeral Dylan, and I’m bringing the body bag.
The XHF will bow before the King of Violence! Mark the calendar, it’s Rumble season!”
