Post by Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey on May 20, 2013 6:12:21 GMT -4
-The distant sounds of the EVPW faithful were heard, their heads still chanting for Jerry Nate whilst he spread the curtain and went backstage. The Redneck of Death fell to a knee with his shoulder pressed against the whitewashed stone wall beside him. His breath was heavy, as was the flow of red splattering the floor from his gums. His long duffle bag was sitting right in front of him, after a few quick breaths he jogged down the hall to escape any interviewer looking to get a word out of him after his victory over Big Jim. The hunter ran from his prey, keeping his mouth shut to avoid his trail being picked up through blood splotches. Jerry took the corner with swift turns of his body until he found himself in the old gymnasium, the crime tape still hanging from the door all these years after his mentor's fiendish actions against Wolverina's stupid mouth, and vagina, and anus and everywhere else in between her slimy holes. The door opened and the tape stepped over, the heavy wood slamming as Jerry ran between the dusty stationary bikes and bench presses, reaching the janitor's closet at the other end of the gym. He clicked the light on and reached for the grating inside the mop rinsing sink against the floor, his fingers tightening up as he pulled the cover off. He looked around before shutting the light off and jumped down the hole before replacing the grating. The hole lead to a walled off section in the basement he had found one night during his drunken shenanigans.-
-The cries of the fans could be heard still, their voices echoing as the herd of marks could be felt through the pipes as they left for the night. Jerry continued on through the dim halls of the EVPW catacombs until he saw a light at the end of the tunnel, a green glow stick showing his path above the door to an old door that lead to his new hideout.-
"A week off, the fridge is stocked with assorted meats and booze, three new Xbox games and a killer win against that log splitting hillbilly....only a few more steps and I'm free....three...two..."
-A crackle below the shoddy flooring alerted Jerry Nate, his face kipping up like a deer caught in the headlights. He could barely hear the sounds of the cars ridding the streets above while he dashed away his worries, he was safe, he just had to be down here. His hand reached for the door handle, his eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, but it was too late. He saw the wire hiding in the door frame as the spark fizzled from the metal knob to his hand.-
"Well shit..."
-The floor below Jerry crumbled, giving way under a puff of smoke. The Shotgun Kid could see what he was sliding against, it might have been a large tube for all he knew before he shot out the end and landed with a wet splash. The duffel bag was quickly reached for as Jerry crawled through the knee high water, the smell almost over taking him. The bag unzipped in an instant, producing a sawed off shotgun and a few more shells that jerry placed inside his pockets. The gun was cocked as the Redneck of Death looked around, from what he could tell he was trapped inside some sort of sewer outlet, the area was a large circle with three barred off tunnels. He slowed his breath and focused, looking every which way he could through the darkness. The sounds of shuffling were heard along with low moans from the damned.-
"...that motherfucking asshole..."
-Jerry waited for the bodies to break the beams of light before the barrel of the shotgun rang out through the darkness. Two creatures of darkness were dropped before Jerry changed his position in the circle to confuse them, his heart beating and his brain praying that the father didn't place his whole army down here. Another beam was broken and another head snapped back after the Shotgun Kid earned his namesake. Jerry Nate slowly trudged through the running water, trying to conceal his position from the rambling corpses he was stuck down there with. If they were all down here with him, he may have had five more to contend with, and he was running low on shells. He withheld his gasp as he felt the rags and crumbling flesh of a Hordesmen brush up beside him, his only reaction was to extend an elbow while bringing the other back in to bash the corpse of Troy Meadows across his head with the butt of the gun.-
"What's up now, Yo'!? Can't rap so good when you're dead, can you!?"
"ENOUGH!"
-The voice came from the direction of one of the barred off sections, the ultimate darkness was hiding down here with his dogs of war. Jerry looked down towards the harsh voice's direction, his eyes trying to adjust further to see in that place devoid of light and god. The tunnel suddenly lit up, the silhouette of the demon distorting the light around him. Jerry flinched away from the blinding light and raised the shotgun, giving it a slow cocking to show his mentor that he was serious.-
"Jerry, please. I already know you were only packing bean bag rounds. I'm disappointed really, I would think if you were worried about me coming after you, you'd at least have dragon breath rounds..."
"So, you were trying to hunt me down!"
"No, I just wanted to talk to you, man to man. I tried calling you, but you never pick up. I was worried that you were turning against me...especially after your little mission last week."
-The Shotgun kid lowered his weapon and scoffed like this was an insult. He raised his hands in disbelief to put on a show for the master of macabre.-
"Why would you even think that?"
"I just wanted to make sure.."
"So you send the Horde after me and blow up my damn hide out!?"
"I had to take some precautions. Amanda said you raised your weapon to her earlier today, and that you seemed pretty defensive towards her groping of a poster..."
"Oh come on, she can't even prove it!"
"Jerry, have you made any friends you're trying to save?"
"You know I wouldn't try to save any of these plebs!"
-The dark figure standing defiantly inside the light pulled something out of his pocket and raised it up, giving a little click of a button.-
*SQUEAL* "I hope to see you around, Jerry..."
-It was Jerry Nate's digital voice recorder, the voice of Bella Morte betraying him. Jerry looked down with lowered arms, his eyes telling the demon all he needed to know about this situation.-
"Ok, maybe I wanted to save one person..."
"Jerry, Jerry, Jerry...what am I going to do with you? You know the plan. You know that no one is going to be spared from my wrath once the day arrives. I simply can't allow one soul to escape the reckoning, the chips are already on the table, and I have to lay my hand down or fold at this point. The plan doesn't have very much more room for error. You can't let a little vanilla fever blind you to our unholy war."
-The Shotgun Kid slammed down his firearm and folded his arms, his eyes looking away from his wicked mentor. He was being so careful to hide his extra curricular activities from the demon up until this point, his brain reverting back to that of a child that wasn't getting his way.-
"Well if that's how you feel about it."
-The Shotgun Kid folded his arms and looked away with a scoff, his wishes in this matter wouldn't even be considered and he knew it, all he could do was keep his eyes away from the darkness and revert to childish behavior. Hey, if it worked for Amanda he thought.-
"Jeremy Nathaniel Gottfried, you will not act like a spoiled brat! We're so close to realizing our goal and I can not have this kind of behavior now..."
-The Death King returned his gaze towards the demon, his nose crumpling up at the mention of his real name. The figure became animated in the light he defied, and arm coming up with a hand and fingers folded upon itself.-
"Soon, I will have a stranglehold on this hole in the wall federation, and I will ride its name to greatness. Our dreams will be realized, and not a single person can stop me. And since you need a time out, I'm not helping you out of this hole you've dug yourself into, but since you did such a knock up job bringing that bar to the ground, I'll send someone to save your ass later.....like always. Make sure you take your naps, Jeremy, because I need you. Just remember, you'd be hanging from one of your parent's office buildings if I hadn't come along...your debt is still not paid off..."
-With that, the figure started walking off, his steps giving heavy echos for a few feet before deafening silence came. The light shut off in his absence, leaving Jerry alone in the darkness again. He looked around, seeing the bodies he had dropped were now starting to float on top of the running water down in the sewer, their corpses clogging against the bars of the outlet while they moaned in their eternal confusion. The Satisfyin' One sat against a wall, the water soaking him as he held his weapon up above the murky stink as he thought to himself about his current predicament. The leaking water in the smelly hellhold dripped from the ceiling and splattered over the Shotgun Kid while he laid there in silence, ready for another round with the Horde if they ever got up. Something needed to be done, or else he'd be at the beck and call of the demon for the rest of his life, then a different thought came.-
"Shit, how the fuck am I going to get out of this goddamn rat hole?"
EOT
-The cries of the fans could be heard still, their voices echoing as the herd of marks could be felt through the pipes as they left for the night. Jerry continued on through the dim halls of the EVPW catacombs until he saw a light at the end of the tunnel, a green glow stick showing his path above the door to an old door that lead to his new hideout.-
"A week off, the fridge is stocked with assorted meats and booze, three new Xbox games and a killer win against that log splitting hillbilly....only a few more steps and I'm free....three...two..."
-A crackle below the shoddy flooring alerted Jerry Nate, his face kipping up like a deer caught in the headlights. He could barely hear the sounds of the cars ridding the streets above while he dashed away his worries, he was safe, he just had to be down here. His hand reached for the door handle, his eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, but it was too late. He saw the wire hiding in the door frame as the spark fizzled from the metal knob to his hand.-
"Well shit..."
-The floor below Jerry crumbled, giving way under a puff of smoke. The Shotgun Kid could see what he was sliding against, it might have been a large tube for all he knew before he shot out the end and landed with a wet splash. The duffel bag was quickly reached for as Jerry crawled through the knee high water, the smell almost over taking him. The bag unzipped in an instant, producing a sawed off shotgun and a few more shells that jerry placed inside his pockets. The gun was cocked as the Redneck of Death looked around, from what he could tell he was trapped inside some sort of sewer outlet, the area was a large circle with three barred off tunnels. He slowed his breath and focused, looking every which way he could through the darkness. The sounds of shuffling were heard along with low moans from the damned.-
"...that motherfucking asshole..."
-Jerry waited for the bodies to break the beams of light before the barrel of the shotgun rang out through the darkness. Two creatures of darkness were dropped before Jerry changed his position in the circle to confuse them, his heart beating and his brain praying that the father didn't place his whole army down here. Another beam was broken and another head snapped back after the Shotgun Kid earned his namesake. Jerry Nate slowly trudged through the running water, trying to conceal his position from the rambling corpses he was stuck down there with. If they were all down here with him, he may have had five more to contend with, and he was running low on shells. He withheld his gasp as he felt the rags and crumbling flesh of a Hordesmen brush up beside him, his only reaction was to extend an elbow while bringing the other back in to bash the corpse of Troy Meadows across his head with the butt of the gun.-
"What's up now, Yo'!? Can't rap so good when you're dead, can you!?"
"ENOUGH!"
-The voice came from the direction of one of the barred off sections, the ultimate darkness was hiding down here with his dogs of war. Jerry looked down towards the harsh voice's direction, his eyes trying to adjust further to see in that place devoid of light and god. The tunnel suddenly lit up, the silhouette of the demon distorting the light around him. Jerry flinched away from the blinding light and raised the shotgun, giving it a slow cocking to show his mentor that he was serious.-
"Jerry, please. I already know you were only packing bean bag rounds. I'm disappointed really, I would think if you were worried about me coming after you, you'd at least have dragon breath rounds..."
"So, you were trying to hunt me down!"
"No, I just wanted to talk to you, man to man. I tried calling you, but you never pick up. I was worried that you were turning against me...especially after your little mission last week."
-The Shotgun kid lowered his weapon and scoffed like this was an insult. He raised his hands in disbelief to put on a show for the master of macabre.-
"Why would you even think that?"
"I just wanted to make sure.."
"So you send the Horde after me and blow up my damn hide out!?"
"I had to take some precautions. Amanda said you raised your weapon to her earlier today, and that you seemed pretty defensive towards her groping of a poster..."
"Oh come on, she can't even prove it!"
"Jerry, have you made any friends you're trying to save?"
"You know I wouldn't try to save any of these plebs!"
-The dark figure standing defiantly inside the light pulled something out of his pocket and raised it up, giving a little click of a button.-
*SQUEAL* "I hope to see you around, Jerry..."
-It was Jerry Nate's digital voice recorder, the voice of Bella Morte betraying him. Jerry looked down with lowered arms, his eyes telling the demon all he needed to know about this situation.-
"Ok, maybe I wanted to save one person..."
"Jerry, Jerry, Jerry...what am I going to do with you? You know the plan. You know that no one is going to be spared from my wrath once the day arrives. I simply can't allow one soul to escape the reckoning, the chips are already on the table, and I have to lay my hand down or fold at this point. The plan doesn't have very much more room for error. You can't let a little vanilla fever blind you to our unholy war."
-The Shotgun Kid slammed down his firearm and folded his arms, his eyes looking away from his wicked mentor. He was being so careful to hide his extra curricular activities from the demon up until this point, his brain reverting back to that of a child that wasn't getting his way.-
"Well if that's how you feel about it."
-The Shotgun Kid folded his arms and looked away with a scoff, his wishes in this matter wouldn't even be considered and he knew it, all he could do was keep his eyes away from the darkness and revert to childish behavior. Hey, if it worked for Amanda he thought.-
"Jeremy Nathaniel Gottfried, you will not act like a spoiled brat! We're so close to realizing our goal and I can not have this kind of behavior now..."
-The Death King returned his gaze towards the demon, his nose crumpling up at the mention of his real name. The figure became animated in the light he defied, and arm coming up with a hand and fingers folded upon itself.-
"Soon, I will have a stranglehold on this hole in the wall federation, and I will ride its name to greatness. Our dreams will be realized, and not a single person can stop me. And since you need a time out, I'm not helping you out of this hole you've dug yourself into, but since you did such a knock up job bringing that bar to the ground, I'll send someone to save your ass later.....like always. Make sure you take your naps, Jeremy, because I need you. Just remember, you'd be hanging from one of your parent's office buildings if I hadn't come along...your debt is still not paid off..."
-With that, the figure started walking off, his steps giving heavy echos for a few feet before deafening silence came. The light shut off in his absence, leaving Jerry alone in the darkness again. He looked around, seeing the bodies he had dropped were now starting to float on top of the running water down in the sewer, their corpses clogging against the bars of the outlet while they moaned in their eternal confusion. The Satisfyin' One sat against a wall, the water soaking him as he held his weapon up above the murky stink as he thought to himself about his current predicament. The leaking water in the smelly hellhold dripped from the ceiling and splattered over the Shotgun Kid while he laid there in silence, ready for another round with the Horde if they ever got up. Something needed to be done, or else he'd be at the beck and call of the demon for the rest of his life, then a different thought came.-
"Shit, how the fuck am I going to get out of this goddamn rat hole?"
EOT
