Post by convict on Jan 23, 2007 13:35:43 GMT -5
A prison guard is scene escorting a young blond haired woman in a sharp well dressed business outfit, her hair is tied back neatly and she has a brief case in her left hand, she walks along a corridor next to the guard.
Guard: Listen Miss, some simple rules to keep in mind for dealing with this guy. One, do not touch him; last week he put three guards in intensive ward for injuries. He’ll be shackled down in full restraints. Two don’t give him anything. The guy is capable of using a pencil as a lethal weapon. There is going to be four guards in there, and a special response team on standby should anything happen. This beast has been in solitary for three months now, for killing his cell mate with a shoelace.
Woman: I assure you Sir, that this man will not bring harm to me, I have come with a business proposition that he won’t be able to refuse.
Guard: Whatever you say. I’m just warning you, the guy is dangerous.
The guard and woman stop in front of a large steel door, the guard calls over his radio and the large steel door slowly opens.
Sitting behind a small desk in a bright orange jumpsuit sits “the Beast” Convict, his legs are in shackles his hands folded neatly upon the table in handcuffs, a chain leads from his hands down to his waist. His range of movement is severely restricted. The Young woman pulls a chair from across him and sits down she crosses her legs, then reaches down into her briefcase and pulls out a stack of papers.
Woman: Hello Sir, I am here on behalf of XVI Incorporated. My employers would like to sign you to a contract.
Convict: Fuck off cunt.
Woman: Sir, I assure you that this is a very lucrative deal.
Convict: Listen you bitch, I told you to fuck off, unless you are here for a conjugal visit I don’t give a rat’s ass what you’re here for.
The woman shows a slightly flustered face, and then looks down at the paper work she was given. She slides it over to this monster in front of her, his mere physical presence causing her to feel uneasy about her assignment. Convict glances down at the paperwork and an evil vile smile appears on his face.
Woman: Something catch your eye?
Convict: Where the fuck do I sign and whose ass gets beat first?
Woman: You would sign on the last page; by signing the XVI Inc. would take full responsibilities for your actions in and out of the ring. You would be a free man once again. As for your first fight, you’ll be in the main event on Side Effect in a cage match against Damien Gein.
Convict: So I trade this cage for another? What your corporation want this prick dead or something? You people have the slightest clue what you are going to unleash?
Woman: What do you mean?
Convict: Listen bitch; look around you, your in one big fuckin cage. I have spent most of my life in one cage or another, chain linked walls don’t scare me, people don’t scare me. I fear no one or anything. There is a reason I am referred to as “the Beast”. Rules mean nothing. I will rip the jugular from Gein and feast on it if I so choose. I will twist his neck around until it hangs by the flesh then I will yank it off. And if I am in a particularly good mood afterwards I will go back stage, hunt your ass down bend you over a desk and fuck you like your uptight ass has never been fucked before.
The woman blushes and looks away, her heart beating a mile a minute as the fear inside hers continues to bubble up.
Convict: Give me the fuckin pen.
The woman slides a ball point pen over the desk, and one of the guards puts his hand down upon it. Convict springs up and head butts the guard shattering his nose instantly. The woman’s moth opens, if she screams she doesn’t know because her mind and fear gripped solely on the monster that has now broken free of his shackles and is beating the living shit out of three guards in front of her. The Convict grabs the pen, and jabs it in the back of one of the guards. He pulls it out dripping in blood and signs the last page of the contract in the guard’s blood.
The Crisis team enters the room in full gear the Convict just stands there laughing. The woman can now hear her own screams fill the room. Convict puts his hands out in front of him, as the Warden enters the room; he looks at the carnage and then the signed document.
Warden: God help you woman…what have you done?
Convict: She just set the Beast free from his shackles Boss.
Convict just smiles that evil sick vindictive grin of his.
Warden: Get her and this monster out of my prison…he is XVI’s Problem now…God help them.
Convict and the woman are then escorted by 15 prison guards out of the prison and to a limo waiting in the parking lot. The woman opens the door; And Convict gets in, then the woman. The Limo starts up and then drives off.[/b][/i]