The Death of a Tyrant Part 2
Oct 31, 2017 23:33:59 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), and 3 more like this
Post by nudedragon24 on Oct 31, 2017 23:33:59 GMT -5
Mongo can be seen hurrily walking down a spacious hallway in the bowels of an arena. He seems to be in a rush as he hurries past a few stagehands asking for him. He waves them off and runs into a big burly man with a laminated pass that reads "Head of Security." He talks quietly into Mongo's ear and Mongo nods. He glaces behind him quickly, but nothing but a few irate stagehands and interns litter the hallway. He turns back to the head of security, nods to him, and then continues to rush by him. Head of Security sighs and puts his hands on his hips. He knows.
---
"VIP PASS" laminated lanyard hangs down over the mystery man's black shirt and tie. His face is still obscured, now by aviaters, a black bandana over the lower half of his face, and an open but hooded jacket. He strolls down past stagehands and interns, hands in his pockets, pretending that he belongs and isn't here to ruin the bosses day. As he finds himself eventually alone, he turns to a crate that's marked "FRAGILE" stacked on another crate.
It is time I bring about the Destruction of our tyrant.
With little effort, he slowly pushes the crate over and sends it crashing to the ground.
He continues walking down the hall, following in Mongo's footsteps. Multiple, hurried footsteps can be heard approaching. The man looks around and finds a doorway. He promptly jiggles the doorknob to check if it's unlocked, and then makes his way into the unknown, closing the door behind him. About half a dozen security guards jog past the scene.
It is time that I dig another Grave.
The man looks around the dark room. He fiddles around the wall and flips the light switch. Inside is a few rows of VHS tapes, DVDs, and boxes of old merchandise.
Archives 06
The man walks over to a box and slowly removes the lid. He grabs the first thing on top, unfolding a black t-shirt. In big red font, reads "REESHI LTD." The man let's out a bit of a chuckle and tosses the shirt over his shoulder. He continues to dig through, pulling out various merch such as Death Trap socks, a Rat Bastard branded thong, and a Rancor action figure. He reaches deep into the box and pulls out an XHF official mask that greatly resembles Snake's head (Christian's head for reference). He stuffs the mask under his arm and then tosses everything else back in the box, including the Reeshi t-shirt. He tosses the box to the floor without tipping it, and then puts the Snake mask over his face. He slides the aviators over the eyes of the mask. It doesn't make it any less obvious it's a mask but whatever.
He lights up a cigarette, sticks it in the mouth of the mask to smoke it. It hangs from his lips as he starts thumbing through a DVD collection. He grabs one, Xtraction 2006, and looks at the back of it. He takes a long drag as he reads the back, then stuffs the DVD into his jacket. He tosses the cigarette into the box of XHF merch and it starts a small fire. He opens the door out, turns off the lights, and shuts the door behind him leaving only a small flame that begins to grow.
For Mongo, there will be No Warning Shot.
---
Meanwhile, Mongo is seen talking to his Head of Security in his office.
I know exactly what he wants... I know exactly how we can get him. I'm going to the ring.
But sir-
I know, it's risky and it's what he wants, but I need to do this alone. Nobody else, you understand? Let him come to me... Maybe we can talk this over.
Sir, I cannot recommend this at all.
It's ok. It'll be ok.
Mongo places his hand on the Head's shoulder. He nods, the Head lets out a single tear and looks away.
Go.
Someday... Someday you'll understand, Ernesto.
Mongo let's go of Ernesto and walks out of his office, presumably towards the ring.
And towards his fate.
More coming.
---
"VIP PASS" laminated lanyard hangs down over the mystery man's black shirt and tie. His face is still obscured, now by aviaters, a black bandana over the lower half of his face, and an open but hooded jacket. He strolls down past stagehands and interns, hands in his pockets, pretending that he belongs and isn't here to ruin the bosses day. As he finds himself eventually alone, he turns to a crate that's marked "FRAGILE" stacked on another crate.
It is time I bring about the Destruction of our tyrant.
With little effort, he slowly pushes the crate over and sends it crashing to the ground.
He continues walking down the hall, following in Mongo's footsteps. Multiple, hurried footsteps can be heard approaching. The man looks around and finds a doorway. He promptly jiggles the doorknob to check if it's unlocked, and then makes his way into the unknown, closing the door behind him. About half a dozen security guards jog past the scene.
It is time that I dig another Grave.
The man looks around the dark room. He fiddles around the wall and flips the light switch. Inside is a few rows of VHS tapes, DVDs, and boxes of old merchandise.
Archives 06
The man walks over to a box and slowly removes the lid. He grabs the first thing on top, unfolding a black t-shirt. In big red font, reads "REESHI LTD." The man let's out a bit of a chuckle and tosses the shirt over his shoulder. He continues to dig through, pulling out various merch such as Death Trap socks, a Rat Bastard branded thong, and a Rancor action figure. He reaches deep into the box and pulls out an XHF official mask that greatly resembles Snake's head (Christian's head for reference). He stuffs the mask under his arm and then tosses everything else back in the box, including the Reeshi t-shirt. He tosses the box to the floor without tipping it, and then puts the Snake mask over his face. He slides the aviators over the eyes of the mask. It doesn't make it any less obvious it's a mask but whatever.
He lights up a cigarette, sticks it in the mouth of the mask to smoke it. It hangs from his lips as he starts thumbing through a DVD collection. He grabs one, Xtraction 2006, and looks at the back of it. He takes a long drag as he reads the back, then stuffs the DVD into his jacket. He tosses the cigarette into the box of XHF merch and it starts a small fire. He opens the door out, turns off the lights, and shuts the door behind him leaving only a small flame that begins to grow.
For Mongo, there will be No Warning Shot.
---
Meanwhile, Mongo is seen talking to his Head of Security in his office.
I know exactly what he wants... I know exactly how we can get him. I'm going to the ring.
But sir-
I know, it's risky and it's what he wants, but I need to do this alone. Nobody else, you understand? Let him come to me... Maybe we can talk this over.
Sir, I cannot recommend this at all.
It's ok. It'll be ok.
Mongo places his hand on the Head's shoulder. He nods, the Head lets out a single tear and looks away.
Go.
Someday... Someday you'll understand, Ernesto.
Mongo let's go of Ernesto and walks out of his office, presumably towards the ring.
And towards his fate.
More coming.