Post by vastrix on Feb 7, 2018 0:48:16 GMT -5
A circular stone room with mirrored windows so that a rich and infamous audience can watch and gamble while being anonymous.
Eckart Wexler, better known to the rich and infamous as Skullblade the Insane, does a forward flip at his opponent. His sharp blade on the top of his helmet nearly splits the man open from chin to cock, except that his would be victim falls backward to the stone floor.
It doesn’t really matter what the man’s name is. Though for those who care, his name is Matthew Grotti. He’s a car salesman with a little experience in brawling from bar contests. From the floor, Matthew begins to cry. He didn’t choose to be here in this battle to the death. He passed out when a stripper drugged his drink one night and woke up in the back of a van to be delivered to the Krimson Kharnival.
The fights here are either big gambler draws or good for dark web snuff films. Many times both.
MATTHEW GROTTI: Please don’t kill me!
Eckart Wexler sighs, pulling off his helmet, and carefully holding it under his arm.
ECKART WEXLER: Submit and live.
Matthew nods, holding his hands over his head.
MATTHEW GROTTI: Won’t they kill me if I give up?
Eckart just gives an uncaring shrug.
Matthew nods again, mostly to himself, and lunges at Eckart, who uses his helmet to block the attack. The blade of the helmet impales Matthew’s chest. Eckart lifts him high up into the air and casts him to the side with the helmet still within.
ECKART WEXLER: I told you to submit…
There is a slow clapping as Matthew bleeds out the remaining few seconds of his life. Eckart turns around to see Armand von Krauss, the owner of the Krimson Kharnival and part owner of Riot Star Wrestling, clapping as he enters into the main part of the underground arena.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: That was excellent work, Schädelklinge die Wahnsinnigen. I know your opponent was not quite up to your standards, but there are people who will pay through the nose for material even as poor as this.
Eckart just shrugs with a smile.
ECKART WEXLER: I don’t have to make those choices. I just fight whom you tell me to.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: That’s exactly the kind of words that I want to hear from you. I have a mission for you. A whole new position of life where you will not have to murder people on a daily basis.
Armand reaches into an inside pocket of his suit to bring out a golden cigarette case. He lights up an Egyptian cigarette and chuckles as he blows a cloud of smoke into the air.
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I need you to join Rampage Wrestling Alliance, formerly known as FireStorm Wrestling Alliance. I don’t know if a Duke Kosloff is still there, but I need you to send him a message. I was set to purchase the entire company from him, but he sold the company to Leon Savage.
Eckart nods, looking down at the floor.
ECKART WEXLER: Will Leon also be requiring a message?
ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Duke Kosloff, Leon Savage, and everyone else who thinks that they can get in the way of my adding this company to my own holdings.
Eckart bows low, keeping his eyes on Armand.
ECKART WEXLER: I will do what I can to bring you RWA.
