Post by Chris Pyro on Jan 23, 2015 12:14:40 GMT -4
A dark hallway opens up as the sounds of physical combat can be heard at a distance. A voice giving command is barely audible over the grunts, groans, snapping and slamming. As the camera moves deeper into the area, the arena style lighting can be seen illuminating a fighting pit. Chris Pyro, in his militant attire can be seen walking around the top of the fighting pit, stopping every now and again to shout something.
Pyro:
Is that really all you have? He is one man! Surely you can put more into it than that. He has already fought five you, and that last one really put up a fight.
The camera looks over the edge to see a similarly black clad militant in the pit, with broken bodies lying around him. The other man in the pit is just as burly looking, fists up ready to fight, face bloody.
Pyro:
Shadow, you've been doing a good job. Though it seems I won't be able to find anymore men for you if you keep breaking them the way you do.
A phone rings and the Dark Jester grabs his cell from his pocket and holds it up to his ear.
Pyro:
What is it? Again? Well, the other place I was didn't have anyone interesting, and I think my time in the ring is coming to an end. Tell them I got someone else to go in the ring. His name? Well, all they will have to know is that it's Agent Shadow... Yes, that is all they need to know. WELL I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT!
Chris hangs up the phone, shakes his head then looks down at Agent Shadow in the pit.
Pyro:
Wrap it up, boy. We have a plane to catch.
Agent Shadow nods, before delivering a brutal straight kick to the man, sending him rolling backwards. Shadow advances, grabs the guys head and slams it backwards into the wall. The Black-Ops soldier pulls his fist back before delivering brutal punches to the mans face. Shadow throws him to the floor, and as the man tries to crawl away, the Black Spider jumps, placing his foot on the back of the mans head, stomping it into the ground.
Pyro:
Very good. Nice way to send a clear message. Now get up here.
Agent Shadow climbs up out of the pit, and looks to Pyro.
Shadow:
Where are we off to, sir?
Pyro:
Concord, California. My old stomping grounds.
Shadow:
This to clear some business, sir?
Pyro:
Old business, new war. Now get ready.
Shadow:
Yes, sir!
Shadow walks off into the distance while Pyro looks at the broken bodies.
Pyro:
EVPW has no idea what it's in for.
EOT
Pyro:
Is that really all you have? He is one man! Surely you can put more into it than that. He has already fought five you, and that last one really put up a fight.
The camera looks over the edge to see a similarly black clad militant in the pit, with broken bodies lying around him. The other man in the pit is just as burly looking, fists up ready to fight, face bloody.
Pyro:
Shadow, you've been doing a good job. Though it seems I won't be able to find anymore men for you if you keep breaking them the way you do.
A phone rings and the Dark Jester grabs his cell from his pocket and holds it up to his ear.
Pyro:
What is it? Again? Well, the other place I was didn't have anyone interesting, and I think my time in the ring is coming to an end. Tell them I got someone else to go in the ring. His name? Well, all they will have to know is that it's Agent Shadow... Yes, that is all they need to know. WELL I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT!
Chris hangs up the phone, shakes his head then looks down at Agent Shadow in the pit.
Pyro:
Wrap it up, boy. We have a plane to catch.
Agent Shadow nods, before delivering a brutal straight kick to the man, sending him rolling backwards. Shadow advances, grabs the guys head and slams it backwards into the wall. The Black-Ops soldier pulls his fist back before delivering brutal punches to the mans face. Shadow throws him to the floor, and as the man tries to crawl away, the Black Spider jumps, placing his foot on the back of the mans head, stomping it into the ground.
Pyro:
Very good. Nice way to send a clear message. Now get up here.
Agent Shadow climbs up out of the pit, and looks to Pyro.
Shadow:
Where are we off to, sir?
Pyro:
Concord, California. My old stomping grounds.
Shadow:
This to clear some business, sir?
Pyro:
Old business, new war. Now get ready.
Shadow:
Yes, sir!
Shadow walks off into the distance while Pyro looks at the broken bodies.
Pyro:
EVPW has no idea what it's in for.
EOT