Post by Mccollum on Jun 24, 2016 21:56:04 GMT -5
The Jail door slides back on its track opening the cell to the hallway before it. A Jail Deputy steps in front of the door looking at the big man laying on the Cot with his feet dangling off the end of it.
When the Prying Eye(Camera) finds its way into the dwelling of McCollum. He stands with his back to it revealing the vest he is wearing that appears to have a spine growing out of it giving you the impression of the odd sort of person McCollum is. A man of great Cerebral Calculation, but as violent as a Pride of Hungry Lions.
" The term Motherf*ckering comes to mind when I think of this Dark Match that only you tuning into the NGW Website or sitting in attendance down at the Tommy Mack Center will see. Now for the dullards watching this on the Website and of course my one declared opponent in the Battle Royal so far The Mic Monkey. The term might be a bit confusing to you, so I will explain to give you some clarity. "
McCollum sighs, shaking his head in disgust" She did the Motherf*ckering of me to the Management because supposedly I scared her with my harsh words over Social Media. The reality is she knew her days were numbered with the Gold and she had already been forced to drop one title. She cried Wolf before this Wolf had even begun to Hunt to protect herself. So now here I stand"
" Ryan Ca--"
The big man cuts him off quickly. " That's not my name!"
The deputy looks down at the sheet in his hand. " Well that's what it says here Sport"
The big man sits up on the cot, rubbing the sleep from his eyes " Well what something says and what is reality can often be two very different things. For instance, your name tag says Deputy Clarke, but from where I am sitting all I see is Porky Pig. "
The guard bristles, glaring at his Prisoner " Get the F*ck up, your bail has been paid"
The big man swings around putting his feet down on the floor, clearing his sinuses and spitting a glob of snot and mucus on the floor. He is quite the gentleman alright. He stands up walking towards the door to the Cell. A couple inches shy of Seven Foot, and packing near three hundred pounds of muscle and tattoos he looks to be pretty intimidating when he is walking towards you.
McCollum steps out of the Cell, cracking his neck and smiling " No breakfast in bed?"
McCollum steps out of the Cell, cracking his neck and smiling " No breakfast in bed?"
The guard shoves him in the back " Move funny man!!"
The self-proclaimed Slayer of Souls, the voice of vile vitriol, and just all around Big Nasty, Ryan McCollum walks towards the front of the Jail to be released. After getting through signing out and collecting his property. He walks out into the noonday Sun to find a man in a suit that costs more than some people's houses standing there waiting for him.
"You look like shit Ryan"
Ryan's face is blank of emotion as he looks down at the shorter, wider man in the fancy suit. He is in his mid-sixties with Salt and Pepper Gray Hair, full mustache, and the hint of a five o'clock shadow on his jawline. " Still refusing to use your real name, I see"
McCollum walks by the guy and down the steps. " You can leave now, I have something to do"
" If you are looking for Mason, I know where he is"
The Big Man stops in his tracks, looking back " Where?"
The old guy looks at his Rolex " Well if all is going well as it should be. He is being released into the care of his Psychiatrist Desmond Rogers right about now."
"WHAT!"
The guy waves his hands in an effort to calm down McCollum. " Relax, the doctor is on my own personal staff, he will make sure Mason is well taken care of until you get there"
" Where?" McCollum asks impatiently
"Oh yeah...He is at King's Meadows Psychiatric Hospital"
"Oh yeah...He is at King's Meadows Psychiatric Hospital"
McCollum fumes" Why?!?!"
" They found him in a Petting Zoo"
" So it is against the law to go to a Petting Zoo now?"
" it is when you are wearing a Sheep's Mask and throwing Kids over the fence for touching the Animals."
" He was just protecting the Animals from those grubby little kids"
" Was that before or after he ripped a live Chicken in half and was trying to eat it?"
McCollum rolls his eyes " Just take me to my Brother, Thomas"
" You do know he isn't your-----"
McCollum cuts him off " I don't want to hear you right now"
Fade
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A couple hours later McCollum is in the back of Thomas Mick's Limo, McCollum has hooked the chain back to a large leather collar around Mason's neck with the huge man taking up one whole seat in the back of the Limo. Howard stares at his two passengers and sighs " Okay, where am I dropping you two off?"
McCollum opens the top of a full bottle of Jameson Whiskey and drinks straight from the bottle. He doesn't look at Thomas, he just stares out the Window of the Limo as it rolls down the Road " Vegas"
Thomas' head snaps up from his texting " Really? Are you finally going to see him? He is going to be so---"
" Don't cream in your high price slacks. I am not going to see anyone. I have a job there now and I need to get there. Mason doesn't like when he is cramped up on a Public Flight. So we will be taking your Private Jet. As for---" The muscles in McCollum's neck clinch up with the bile in his words " him...He can rot in hell"
" But listen to me Ryan, he really does---"
" Have you ever seen what happens to the human body when it is thrown from a moving Car? "
Thomas frowns" I practice Business Law, not Criminal or Civil...Why?"
McCollum reaches out patting Mason on the chest" Because if you open your mouth again without being spoken too. Mason here is going to throw you out of this moving car and we going to see what happens"
Thomas looks at Mason, with only his dark, emotionless eyes peeking out from behind the child like black plastic Sheep Mask. The Attorney leans back in his seat, swallowing the lump in his throat with McCollum smiling with a sick satisfaction that the man that's known him since he was a boy was now the one being told to shut up and having to acquiescence to the power of the Slayer of Souls now. No more little boy to boss around now.
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Once the Private Jet is back on the ground in the City of Sinners. McCollum walks off the Plane smiling at the familiar surroundings. It had been a very long time since he has been back to Vegas. McCollum looks at the Limo at the bottom of the Ramp and looks back at Thomas Mick." We will be taking the limo, and will be at the Condo don't bother me. "
" You can't just show up and start making demands Ryan. He is going to want to see you!!"
"Ryan smirks " I'm busy, tell him my Secretary will call his Secretary and set something up as soon as I hire a Secretary"
Thomas stormed off the Plane behind Ryan" I am being serious Ryan. We are fed up with your antics! First, you tell people you are from Ireland and hiring those old people to pretend to be your parents while running around after that Whore! Then you are living under a bridge in Atlantic City like some kind of Homeless Prophet!. What was it before that Ryan...Were you in Africa claiming to be a Doctor or was it Europe claiming you were an International Banker? But now you are a big time Wrestler and you think you can just come back and everything is going to be just fine...WRONG!!"
McCollum doesn't look back " You forgot Japan training to be said Big Time Wrestler...Mason"
Suddenly Thomas Mick finds himself in the air like a Ragdoll and tossed over the side of the stairs on the Plane with a blood-curdling scream and then groans of agony. " YOU SON OF A B*TCH!!!"
Ryan walks off the Stairs, shrugging his shoulders " That's a fair assessment of her "
" YOU BROKE MY ANKLE!!!"
Ryan opens the back door of the Limo ushering Mason inside. " Like you told me after those repeated backhands he used to give me for dropping my Pencil during Study Time. Just put some Ice on it and stop being such a little b*tch boy"
McCollum laughs loudly getting into the back of the Limo and heading off to a Condo that used to be his private Oasis for debauchery years ago.
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ON-CAMERA:
When the Prying Eye(Camera) finds its way into the dwelling of McCollum. He stands with his back to it revealing the vest he is wearing that appears to have a spine growing out of it giving you the impression of the odd sort of person McCollum is. A man of great Cerebral Calculation, but as violent as a Pride of Hungry Lions.
" The term Motherf*ckering comes to mind when I think of this Dark Match that only you tuning into the NGW Website or sitting in attendance down at the Tommy Mack Center will see. Now for the dullards watching this on the Website and of course my one declared opponent in the Battle Royal so far The Mic Monkey. The term might be a bit confusing to you, so I will explain to give you some clarity. "
Slowly the large man turns towards the Prying Eye revealing the chiseled features of The Voice of Vile Vitriol, Slayer of Souls, or simply known as Big Nasty...McCollum.
" The term comes from the Locker Rooms of Wrestling shows all across this Cesspool Country and beyond. That's why I figured you hadn't heard the term before Monkey, seeing as you are just a Mic Stand with arms and not really a Wrestler . The term means to trash another Competitor or Company for your own personal interests or because you buy into a Promoter's Bullshit and believe he or she is really going to make you a Star so it is okay to burn bridges. Now in my case, The Motherf*ckering came in Atlantic City at a Company I will just call B.W. I brought interest back into the Tag Team Division. I took a man that was nothing but filler on Cards and I made him a viable threat because I was his partner. I evolved from a Boy Toy to a Whore to a Messiah of Massacres. I was in line for Tag Team Gold, and a Top Ten Ranked individual in nearly every damn Championship Division there. But one little B*tch changed all of that."
McCollum sighs, shaking his head in disgust" She did the Motherf*ckering of me to the Management because supposedly I scared her with my harsh words over Social Media. The reality is she knew her days were numbered with the Gold and she had already been forced to drop one title. She cried Wolf before this Wolf had even begun to Hunt to protect herself. So now here I stand"
McCollum scoffs at the idea of being in a Dark Match Battle Royal where so far there are only two competitors.
" A man of my immense talent to compete in perhaps the very first Two Man Battle Royal with a man who is still Green as a Leprechaun's Ass. I got the Royal MotherF*ckering but does that make me bitter? "
McCollum chuckles, suddenly screaming into the Prying Eye from an intense close-up. " You damn right it does!!! "
McCollum sighs, taking a moment to regain his composure and step back. " So what do you think that means for you Monkey? Oh I know you believe you are tough, and that's all well and good. In fact, I prefer it that way. If you came out all humble and admitting of the F*ckery you have just found yourself in. The fuse that's been lit inside me might burn a little too slow. I want you to tell me how you are so hazardous to me. I want you to proclaim because you are a big mouth on the Stick that you suddenly stand a chance against a near Seven Foot Tall Tower of Terror waiting to come crashing down upon you. I am pleading with you Monkey to sack up and come at me with the same kind of Rage that now boils in my veins. That will give me all the more excuse to hurt you, and you rest assure I am going to hurt you. "
McCollum walks across the room inside what appears to be a fairly high-end Penthouse/Condo likely down somewhere near the Strip from the way the lights are shining through the wall of Windows to one side of the room he walks into. He walks towards a large rectangcular box in one corner of the room covered with a large Black Cloth.
" Let us look at the facts of this match as we know them so far Monkey. I am almost a foot taller than you and out weigh you by nearly sixty pounds. You have about as much a chance of throwing me over those ropes and out of that ring as your girl has of living to a ripe old age without the need of Insulin. The reality is after I am through hurting you and taking out a little vengeance in my Soul. I will throw you into the first five rows like a damn Javelin and your pretty little Diabetic Dolly can nurse you back to health before she loses a foot to the Sweets Addiction. Everyone will live Monkey, you can go back to being a Microphone Stand to real talent and forget all about this foolish dream of being a Professional Wrestler. But, and there is always a but in this business"
McCollum reaches up grabbing the end of the cover on the Rectangle. " If you try to get cute, and you piss me off. I want you to understand something. I don't know if your little Diabetic Dolly is just a friend or your Mattress Mambo Partner. But if you F*ck with me Michael. I am not going to do anything more than hurt you some more. However..."
McCollum jerks the cover off what turns out to be a large cage where the walking Skyscraper with legs Mason is seated. He pulls his Sheep's mask into place and leaps to his feet trying to come right through the Cage door with the structure of steel bars rattling back and forth under his sheer size and power. McCollum smiles at him, reaching through the bars and stroking the side of his head. " Shhhhhhh, soon dear Brother....Sooonnnn"
McCollum turns to the Prying Eye that's been trailing around after him. " I will cut the chain loose and I will let my Weapon of Mass Destruction loose with but only one task on his mind. Bring me a piece of your little blonde friend and make it hurt." McCollum laughs " Can you see that little infectious smile turning to agony? Tears streaming, pain you can't take away overwhelming her until she loses control of her bodily functions all over herself and it will all be because of you Michael"
McCollum shrugs his broad shoulders"The choice is yours now Monkey. You have no idea what kind of Hell, Devlin Scott has let through the doors of his Company. You have no idea what I will do, how much I lack remorse for my actions, or just how much I really, really enjoy hurting people. Soon my concubine will be here by my side but until that day comes. My orgasms come from hurting others and delivering torture into the lives of others. The Happier you are, the more I hate you...The Battle Royal may be quite pointless, but the message I send through it will be loud and clear....Motherf*ckering Me, has just let mayhem loose in your little Happy Little Lives"
The Eye closes slowly with McCollum turning towards the Cage " Blonde, Sweet, and Moronic....The fun you could have Mason....THE FUN WE COULD HAVE!!"
The laughter fills the air until the eye is fully shut.
Tbc by me later...Good Luck to whoever joined the Battle Royal.