Post by convict on Mar 8, 2007 0:10:45 GMT -5
{OOC this RP is not for easily offended...Read the warning pussies...Complaints will not be heard by me at all}
Johnny Mental the XVI World Heavyweight Champion had just got finished answering his locker room door, a simple delivery boy had handed Mental a CD in a case with a simple instruction upon it reading “VIEW NOW”. Mental walked over and inserted the CD into his DVD player sat down upon the bench and hit play.
The T.V. came to life but the screen remained black, from the darkness an all too familiar voice came across the speakers.
Convict: Watch carefully Johnny Boy…Because you caused me to do this…you forced my hand Johnny Boy…Forced me to do what you are about to see just to get you to sign your god damned name on a contract.
Suddenly the darkness is broken as a long light shines down upon “Exotic” Adrian Street tied to a chair unable to free himself from the binds. His hands cinched down to the arms of the chair, and his legs bound to the front legs. Street struggles a little to try to free himself but finds himself unable to break his bonds.
Suddenly from out of the shadows like a demon from hell Convict slowly makes his image felt across to the viewer. His trademark black leather overcoat not upon him. His white wife beater covering his prison tattoo’s and prison tan. His hands inside the front pockets of his black cargo pants. His black combat boots making the faintest noise upon the concrete floor. A cigarette dangles from his lips.
Street: You going to kill me you bastard?
Convict: Kill? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the kill, will be a fuckin gas. Anytime you feel like screaming you go right ahead…where you are…no one will hear. After what I’m gonna do to you…the hell you’ll end up in will be nothing compared to the hell I’m gonna put you through.
Convict grabs Adrian’s right hand and isolates his pinky finger. With his left hand he slowly yanks back upon it till the sounds of bone breaking can be heard. Adrian grits his teeth hard. Convict just smiles as he watches the Exotic one try to bear the pain. Convict grabs his ring finger next and does the same. Again Adrian Grits his teeth and shuts his eyes hard. Convict just laughs. Convict grabs his middle finger, and quickly yanks it back. Adrian’s face winces in sheer pain. Convict grabs Street’s pointer finger and pushes it back, until the snapping of bone. Adrian lets out a high pitched whining noise as he tries to bear the pain of his broken fingers. Convict grabs his thumb and snaps it.
Convict: Anytime you want to scream old man you just go ahead. Cause we're in for a long few days. When I’m done with you…you’ll be pretty again.
Convict slams his right fist hard into the jaw of Adrian, and finally “Exotic” Adrian Street screams out in pain unable to contain it any longer. Street hangs his head low, staring down onto the floor.
Convict: I tell you what old man…I’ll come by each fuckin day, and cause you some pain…disfigurement…mutilation …until ol’ Johnny Boy signs my Cell Block Brawl match with his fuckin own blood…and when he does sign it…I’ll let you go…I’ll stop all the pain…I’ll cease the torture…but the longer Morningfucked takes…the longer your personal hell will last.
Convict slowly disappears into the darkness. Adrian Street slowly lifts his head and looks directly into the unseen camera.
Street: Fucken cocksucker! Fuck you! Johnny isn’t gonna give into your god damned…
From the darkness Convict slams his size 12 combat boot into the side of Adrian Street’s head. Convict grabs Adrian’s hair and wrenches his head back, in Convict’s free hand a set of pliers. Convict sticks the pliers into “Exotic” Adrian Street’s mouth and yanks a tooth out, he hold the extracted tooth up to his face, and smiles. He lets the tooth fall to the floor, and sticks the pliers back in. Convict continues to pull out Adrian’s teeth and letting them fall to the floor. After about 5 minutes Convict extracts the last tooth. Convict then looks down on Adrian who has passed out from the pain.
Convict: That’s enough for today…pray in whatever god you believe in that Mental signs that contract…cause tomorrow will be worse…that’s a fuckin guarantee old fuck.
Convict faces the camera.
Convict: Johnny Boy…this is only the tip of the spear boy…sign the contract…or don’t…either way I will get my satisfaction.
Suddenly Johnny Mental’s T.V. goes to black and white as the DVD he was watching has ended.[/b][/center]
Johnny Mental the XVI World Heavyweight Champion had just got finished answering his locker room door, a simple delivery boy had handed Mental a CD in a case with a simple instruction upon it reading “VIEW NOW”. Mental walked over and inserted the CD into his DVD player sat down upon the bench and hit play.
The T.V. came to life but the screen remained black, from the darkness an all too familiar voice came across the speakers.
Convict: Watch carefully Johnny Boy…Because you caused me to do this…you forced my hand Johnny Boy…Forced me to do what you are about to see just to get you to sign your god damned name on a contract.
Suddenly the darkness is broken as a long light shines down upon “Exotic” Adrian Street tied to a chair unable to free himself from the binds. His hands cinched down to the arms of the chair, and his legs bound to the front legs. Street struggles a little to try to free himself but finds himself unable to break his bonds.
Suddenly from out of the shadows like a demon from hell Convict slowly makes his image felt across to the viewer. His trademark black leather overcoat not upon him. His white wife beater covering his prison tattoo’s and prison tan. His hands inside the front pockets of his black cargo pants. His black combat boots making the faintest noise upon the concrete floor. A cigarette dangles from his lips.
Street: You going to kill me you bastard?
Convict: Kill? No. No satisfaction. Everything up until the kill, will be a fuckin gas. Anytime you feel like screaming you go right ahead…where you are…no one will hear. After what I’m gonna do to you…the hell you’ll end up in will be nothing compared to the hell I’m gonna put you through.
Convict grabs Adrian’s right hand and isolates his pinky finger. With his left hand he slowly yanks back upon it till the sounds of bone breaking can be heard. Adrian grits his teeth hard. Convict just smiles as he watches the Exotic one try to bear the pain. Convict grabs his ring finger next and does the same. Again Adrian Grits his teeth and shuts his eyes hard. Convict just laughs. Convict grabs his middle finger, and quickly yanks it back. Adrian’s face winces in sheer pain. Convict grabs Street’s pointer finger and pushes it back, until the snapping of bone. Adrian lets out a high pitched whining noise as he tries to bear the pain of his broken fingers. Convict grabs his thumb and snaps it.
Convict: Anytime you want to scream old man you just go ahead. Cause we're in for a long few days. When I’m done with you…you’ll be pretty again.
Convict slams his right fist hard into the jaw of Adrian, and finally “Exotic” Adrian Street screams out in pain unable to contain it any longer. Street hangs his head low, staring down onto the floor.
Convict: I tell you what old man…I’ll come by each fuckin day, and cause you some pain…disfigurement…mutilation …until ol’ Johnny Boy signs my Cell Block Brawl match with his fuckin own blood…and when he does sign it…I’ll let you go…I’ll stop all the pain…I’ll cease the torture…but the longer Morningfucked takes…the longer your personal hell will last.
Convict slowly disappears into the darkness. Adrian Street slowly lifts his head and looks directly into the unseen camera.
Street: Fucken cocksucker! Fuck you! Johnny isn’t gonna give into your god damned…
From the darkness Convict slams his size 12 combat boot into the side of Adrian Street’s head. Convict grabs Adrian’s hair and wrenches his head back, in Convict’s free hand a set of pliers. Convict sticks the pliers into “Exotic” Adrian Street’s mouth and yanks a tooth out, he hold the extracted tooth up to his face, and smiles. He lets the tooth fall to the floor, and sticks the pliers back in. Convict continues to pull out Adrian’s teeth and letting them fall to the floor. After about 5 minutes Convict extracts the last tooth. Convict then looks down on Adrian who has passed out from the pain.
Convict: That’s enough for today…pray in whatever god you believe in that Mental signs that contract…cause tomorrow will be worse…that’s a fuckin guarantee old fuck.
Convict faces the camera.
Convict: Johnny Boy…this is only the tip of the spear boy…sign the contract…or don’t…either way I will get my satisfaction.
Suddenly Johnny Mental’s T.V. goes to black and white as the DVD he was watching has ended.