The Death of a Tyrant Part 3 & 4

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Mongo's already in the ring, we're going to skip his stupid intro and whatever bullshit he probably said while he was alone with a microphone.



You want to threaten me, you want to come after me with a gun, then come down. Let's talk this out, man to man... I'm all alone.



Mongo holds his arms out to show that he is truly alone.

Other than the dozen or so men in black security uniforms that are hiding behind the barricade in the crowd.



Let's end this, right now.



The lights dim down to darken the entire arena.





The intro to "Out of the Black" by Royal Blood starts echoing and lights flash with every drum hit. The crowd begins to stir with anticipation as the opening riffs take over, as spotlights begin to circle the audience and one bright light shines down at the stage. Nobody comes out though, through the first part of the song. Mongo begins to pace the ring a little, looks behind him a few times to make sure he isn't be bamboozled. He turns back to the stage and begins yelling for the person to come face him.



The song actually completes it's first chorus with no one coming out.

Suddenly during the song's 2nd verse, a downpoint, the man walks out from the back. His face is still obscured by his aviators, bandana, and the hooded jacket covering the rest. He stands at the top of the stage, slowly glancing at the ruckus crowd, and then staring a hole through Mongo in the ring. Mongo stares back in an unusually upset mood, though understandably given the circumstances. The man slowly starts making his way down the ramp, the spotlights start following him as the song picks back up. He starts motioning and pointing at Mongo. The two begin to jaw at each other before the man even makes it to ringside.



The man takes one step into ringside and suddenly a dozen or so men in black security uniforms swarm from behind the barricade, they were hiding and waiting to ambush our hero. The man struggles as he is quickly surrounded, he begins to throw punches and kicks but finds himself overwhelmed fairly quickly. Security has him by the arms and the waist as the lights come on and the music dies down. Mongo begins barking at them.



TAKE THAT CRAP OFF HIS HEAD! LET ME SEE HIS FACE! LET ME SEE HIM!



The man whips his head around, trying to avoid security's dirty hands. They eventually stop him and yank the hood off the top of his head. They then throw the aviators off and rip the bandana down.





VENOM?!



It's Venom.



WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?



Venom stares angrily at him as his continues to struggle to get himself free. He calms down quickly,  and without saying a word he begins to smile.

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Security begins to pat down Venom looking for a weapon. After a few moments, Head of Security Ernesto turns to Mongo from the scrum..

He doesn't have a gun!

What?

Venom frees an arm from security and makes a finger gun pointed at Mongo before a guard takes control of his arm again. Venom just begins to laugh at Mongo as security restrains him. Mongo looks at him confused. The crowd begins to get louder which further confuses him.

Mongo turns around to a sawed-off shotgun pointed right at his face.

A second man stands now in front of him. Dressed the same as Venom, with the same headgear concealing his identity. Mongo begins to lose his anger and it slowly turns to fear. The man just stares back at him, emotionless with a gun pointed right at his face. Venom can be heard laughing in the background. Mongo begins to shake his head and quietly mouths to the man

Please.... Please don't...

At this point, security begins noticing that they are being distracted and turn their attention to the ring. Mongo gets on his knees and begins to beg.

The man pulls back the hammer on the gun.

Security throw Venom to the ground and run towards the ring.

You idiot.

Mongo looks at him confused as he think he recognizes the voice.

All of security swarms the ring. Some go to tackle Mongo, the rest go for the man in the middle.

Before they reach anybody, the man pulls the gun up just above Mongo's head.

BANG!

Beautiful bright but obvious pyrotechnic fireworks explode out of the sawed-off, and like a concussion bomb, it disorientates anyone nearby without proper protection, Mongo and security included. Venom covered his eyes behind his arm, earplugs now obvious in his ears. The other man runs past the disoriented jerkoffs in the ring and slides out towards Venom. He helps him up and they make their way up the ramp. Both men begin to remove their earplugs as they get to the top of the stage. The turn to Mongo and his security goons in the ring.

Venom stands there in his jacket, bandana still around his neck. Next to him, the other man slowly pulls down his hood to reveal his pulled back hair reaching the back of his neck. He pulls down the bandana to reveal his full beard, thickening under his jaw. He then takes both hands and takes off his aviators to reveal himself.




James Mueller stands there with his aviators in hand as the crowd goes nuts. He cocks his head and pops his neck a couple times. Venom starts to laugh again and pats him on the back of his shoulder. Mueller pulls a mic out of his back pocket.

Mongo! 

Mongo is shaking his head trying to get his hearing back and regain his eyesight. He'll be fine in a few minutes, but anger may be disorienting him more at this point. He looks at the stage to see what they want.

You're a fucking idiot.

Venom shrugs but approves of his short words. Mongo glares at them and begins to motion to security to get them, but they're still stirring and trying to regain their composure.

The fire alarm than starts up, bells and sirens begin to echo through the arena. The sprinkler system kicks on and it begins to rain indoors. Mueller just smirks at Mongo and gives him a middle finger, and then him and Venom jump down the side of the stage and make their way for the parking lot.