Post by John Anthony on Jul 25, 2007 22:55:44 GMT -6
OoC: I promise this will be relevant to this weekend eventually ;D
DVD Taping Role Play #2
/*\ Against the Wall --- Part Two /*\
Muffled sounds began to ring through John’s ears as he slowly opened his eyes. The taste of damp, musky air infiltrating his senses as he tried to recognize his surroundings. The unfamiliar walls of concrete and inadequate lighting made such a task rather difficult. His head felt heavy as he slowly looked around. All John could see was concrete walls around him, but he heard sounds outside of his little cell. The voices of people were dampened by the walls, but their emotion and blood thirst could still be recognized. He tried to remember what went down with Katherine a mere few hours ago, and things began to click. John realized he must be under Club Zango’s in the location of Katherine’s underground fighting cartel that she mentioned. If that was the case, the worst was definitely yet to come.
Suddenly the muddy light in the room was invaded by a bright stream of light bursting forth through a door that opened off to the side. John squinted as Katherine walked into the holding cell accompanied by two gentlemen. One of the men held the keys in his hand and was dressed like a club bouncer. The other was an older man, somewhat frail but adorned with casual clothes and a pair of shades despite being underground.
Katherine:
“Father, I present to you John Anthony. Champion of POW: North East, President of Public Relations for Bodog Sports, and tonight’s competitor for Brine.”
Mr. Zango:
“This environment truly is inhumane Katherine. You treat these people as if they were dogs.”
Katherine:
“Moral implications aside father, even you can’t deny that the amount of money to be made tonight will adequately wipe away the mental scars of our actions tonight.”
Mr. Zango:
“Not all of us are born so ruthless my dear.”
Katherine:
“Well thankfully I was. Now let’s get this show on the road. Bring John out to the arena. The fans are already set for a fight, as is Brine, and the bets have been placed.”
The dark hearted woman walked over to John and leaned over to look him in the face as he sat on the cold floor. She still wore the same black dress as before, complete with the same low cut V, and just like before, John noticed his eyes straying from her face and being captivated by other… features. Katherine quickly picked up on this too. Her facial expression changed to anger and she lifted a hand to deliver a heartfelt smack, but then refrained and smiled.
Katherine:
“You really are something Mr. Anthony. In the face of such danger, your basic instincts still assume control. Perhaps that will serve to your benefit tonight against such a beast of a man.”
Katherine walked away as the guard helped John to his feet. Still dressed in his casual clothing that he wore to the club that night, he drug his feet towards the door with the help of the guard. Mr. Zango had a look of concern on his face, but money outweighed conviction in this place apparently. As the guard helped John into the main arena, the crowd erupted. Perhaps a hundred or so men, and a few women, stood around a circular pit with what seemed to be around four foot high walls made of the same cold, wet concrete as the cell. Inside the pit stood one man; Brine. All three hundred and fifty pounds of that monster stood there in cut off clothing as he cracked his knuckles. John suddenly felt extremely small and frail, like a small animal facing off against a grizzly bear. The crowd’s bloodlust grew as they anticipated whatever it was they came here for. John wondered if these people actually wanted to see him get utterly annihilated or if perhaps they were hoping to see him down the incomparable Brine.
Katherine stood by her father off to the side as the guard helped John down into the pit. He considered resisting, but he knew there was no escape from this predicament. Fighting Brine wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do at the moment, but resisting the commands of a criminal family and their cohorts was probably an even deadlier idea. As Katherine announced the match at hand, John realized there were two others in attendance that didn’t belong here tonight; Julia and Daniel. Both were in what looked to be a glass room off to the left. They sat straight in wooden chairs as two guards stood behind them. So this is what it came down to? John was forced to fight for the sick thrill of those in attendance while his two friends watched on? Never before had he witnessed such evil with his own two eyes.
While distracted, he apparently missed Katherine call for the beginning of the match. That would be his first mistake, and it was paid in full by a clubbing blow to the shoulder by Brine. John stumbled backwards towards the wall of the pit. He was literally backed up against the wall with no way out except through Brine. Bare knuckle fighting wasn’t his forte, neither was taking on men twice his size inside a concrete hole in the ground, but this was now about survival. John rushed forward and swung his right arm wildly, but his attack was caught by the much larger hand of Brine. Brine’s grip squeezed tight on John’s fist and he fell to one knee trying to pry himself from the death lock. The crowd erupted in both cheers and boos as the fight continued.
Brine:
“I’m going to tear every limb from your body.”
His breath smelt like tuna, repulsive just like everything else about him. As Brine began torturing John’s wrist, John managed to sweep his legs around and knock Brine’s ankles out from under him, sending him crashing to the hard floor. The crowd gasped as John stood to his feet and looked at the downed blob of a man. Brine quickly shook it off and regained his composure.
Katherine:
“I really do hope Brine beats him into a pulp.”
Mr. Zango:
“Remind me why you hate John Anthony so much?”
Katherine:
“I don’t really. The man is quite impressive. I’m not even doing this just for the money actually. Truth be told, I want to see JR Zevon strip him of that championship title this weekend.”
Mr. Zango:
“You’re a JR Zevon fan? I never would have guessed.”
Katherine:
“Because you would have been wrong. Zevon doesn’t matter to me. Now that adorable Mr. Kitters is a different story. Such a cute and cuddly creature it is.”
Mr. Zango:
“This is over a CAT?!”
Katherine:
“I never claimed to have respectable motives father.”
Mr. Zango sighed deeply as he realized just how corrupt his daughter had become. Meanwhile the fight at hand continued and remained rather one sided. Brine smacked John around while John simply tried to stay defensive and keep himself from suffering too much. He really had no idea on how to win this lopsided match. Brine began laughing as he swung his tree of an arm at John. He rolled out of the way, but was met with a swift kick that caught him in the side. For such a large man, Brine still remained somewhat quick on his feet. John rebounded and dashed forward with an uppercut that hit the man’s jaw, but this only served to hurt John’s fist. It literally felt like punching a damned wall. Brine responded in turn with a head butt that brought John crashing to the floor. As he landed, his eyes fell upon the glass room that encased Julia and Daniel. Julia jumped to her feet and pressed against the glass room screaming for the match to stop, but the guard behind her forced her back to the wooden chair. John’s head began spinning, his stomach churned, and his heart raced. He felt dizzy and the walls around him began to warp and twirl. He tried to stand, but couldn’t find his balance.
Mr. Zango:
“What’s happening to him? The poor man looks intoxicated.”
Katherine:
“Let’s just say I wanted to make this even more interesting. I had the guard administer a hallucinogen into his system that should be taking effect right about now. Its effects however include moments of increased strength and thoughts of grandeur.”
Mr. Zango:
“This is crossing the line Katherine.”
John found enough equilibrium to stand, but the drug coursing through him was now in full affect. Instead of seeing Brine standing across from him, he saw Mick Cormac. Not the new and improved Cormac, but the old version, the ruthless bar hopper who proved to be rather unreliable during John’s first run in with him. John squinted his eyes and saw this Cormac fellow flipping him off, taunting him to come after him. As the walls swirled around him and colors danced through his eyes, John ran forward with a full head of steam and tackled the man. Thrusting him to the floor, John punched him square in the face.
Looking again, he no longer saw Mick Cormac at all. Now, beneath him lay Macros. Macros grinned and then thrust John off of him before grabbing him by the collar and tossing him against the concrete wall. John heard the words of Riley, Macros’s manager, speaking on his destruction. Somewhere in that arena Riley must be standing, rooting Macros on. Telling him to tear John apart so he could have a chance at the Eastern Heavyweight Championship. Macros delivered a punch to John’s gut, but John shrugged it off and clocked Macros in the throat with an elbow. He bull rushed the stumbling man and tackled him once again, but now lay on top of JR Zevon, the former champion. John’s mind was utterly confused as Zevon fought to get out from under John. He released his grip and stumbled back against the wall once again as Zevon stood up. JR Zevon began blabbering about John being a disgrace to professional wrestling, to Julia being nothing more than a glorified prostitute, to him being the rightful owner of the Eastern Heavyweight Title, and so forth. John yelled for him to shut up before rushing him again, this time delivering a drop kick that sent both men to the ground. Zevon stood first and grabbed John by the head, but John managed a roundhouse kick that sent Zevon reeling.
Now he saw the man for who he was; Brine. The lumbering man had multiple cuts on his face and blood trickled over his right eye. John felt pain swelling in his own body, but ignored it as he continued his assault. Brine was ready and caught the incoming John Anthony, this time grabbing him into a bear hug. As he squeezed tight, John felt the oxygen escaping his lungs rapidly. Trying to breath in any amount of air he could, his vision quickly went black and he fell limp in Brine’s arms. Brine dropped the lifeless John Anthony and held his hands up high in a sign of victory as the crowd exalted their mixed opinions on the man.
John opened his eyes and smiled, his little acting job working perfectly. He chop blocked the man, causing him to fall face forward. John then jumped into the air and brought his right foot crashing on top of Brine’s head, sending his face into the concrete floor. As Brine bounced off, John kicked him swiftly in the temple, and then used Brine as a stepping stone to get out of the concrete pit. The crowd scattered and guards began rushing forward as John marched towards Katherine and her father. Two guards stood before them and grabbed onto John.
John:
“Katherine, you release Daniel and Julia this instant, and me as well. I hope you’ve all had your fun, but I’m done with this. As I said earlier, I have much more pressing issues at hand, such as defending my Eastern Heavyweight Championship this weekend. So you can take your underground business and shove it directly up your corrupted ass.”
Mr. Zango:
“How dare you speak to my…”
Katherine:
“Stop father. He has a right to be angry. The question is now, how do we resolve this? If I simply let you and your friends walk, I have no doubt in my mind that a criminal investigation will begin tomorrow that will bring this entire thing down.”
John:
“You should have thought of that earlier.”
Before Katherine could respond, Mr. Zango shouted for John to look out. He spun around and ducked as the battered Brine charged forward at him from out of nowhere. John’s move of evasion sent Brine over him, crashing into Katherine. He knocked the woman against the wall and lifting his fist in a fit of rage. Apparently he no longer cared who or what he attacked as he prepared to bring his fist crashing down on Katherine. The guards jumped Brine and struggled to pull him back, but succeeded. John took the opportunity to rush over to the glass room that held his friends. He ran over to the back entrance of the room and swung the door open. The two guards turned to face him and defend themselves, but both Daniel and Julia used their chairs to incapacitate the two from behind. John helped the two out and Daniel voiced that he knew where the exit was. They headed towards the door as the crowd scattered and the guards continued their fight with Brine.
As the three ran down the hallway towards freedom, John’s body began crying out in pain. Every blow he suffered now sent pain signals towards his brain in frightening amounts. His joints tightened and he felt himself losing it. Daniel grabbed onto him and helped him down the hall as he began to fade. Following the fleeing crowd, they finally made it to the exit and found themselves coming out into the back storage room of a library. So this was the so called craft entrance that no one would ever discover? That Katherine girl was nowhere near as clever as she thought.
Daniel and Julia helped John out of the building and to the street as John collapsed onto the ground. Julia called out for help as an entire squad of police cars came bursting onto the scene. Apparently all of the commotion had attracted law enforcement and this cartel of Katherine’s was about to crash and burn, and rightfully so.
John faded into unconsciousness, something he was really getting tired of experiencing.
DVD Taping Role Play #2
/*\ Against the Wall --- Part Two /*\
Muffled sounds began to ring through John’s ears as he slowly opened his eyes. The taste of damp, musky air infiltrating his senses as he tried to recognize his surroundings. The unfamiliar walls of concrete and inadequate lighting made such a task rather difficult. His head felt heavy as he slowly looked around. All John could see was concrete walls around him, but he heard sounds outside of his little cell. The voices of people were dampened by the walls, but their emotion and blood thirst could still be recognized. He tried to remember what went down with Katherine a mere few hours ago, and things began to click. John realized he must be under Club Zango’s in the location of Katherine’s underground fighting cartel that she mentioned. If that was the case, the worst was definitely yet to come.
Suddenly the muddy light in the room was invaded by a bright stream of light bursting forth through a door that opened off to the side. John squinted as Katherine walked into the holding cell accompanied by two gentlemen. One of the men held the keys in his hand and was dressed like a club bouncer. The other was an older man, somewhat frail but adorned with casual clothes and a pair of shades despite being underground.
Katherine:
“Father, I present to you John Anthony. Champion of POW: North East, President of Public Relations for Bodog Sports, and tonight’s competitor for Brine.”
Mr. Zango:
“This environment truly is inhumane Katherine. You treat these people as if they were dogs.”
Katherine:
“Moral implications aside father, even you can’t deny that the amount of money to be made tonight will adequately wipe away the mental scars of our actions tonight.”
Mr. Zango:
“Not all of us are born so ruthless my dear.”
Katherine:
“Well thankfully I was. Now let’s get this show on the road. Bring John out to the arena. The fans are already set for a fight, as is Brine, and the bets have been placed.”
The dark hearted woman walked over to John and leaned over to look him in the face as he sat on the cold floor. She still wore the same black dress as before, complete with the same low cut V, and just like before, John noticed his eyes straying from her face and being captivated by other… features. Katherine quickly picked up on this too. Her facial expression changed to anger and she lifted a hand to deliver a heartfelt smack, but then refrained and smiled.
Katherine:
“You really are something Mr. Anthony. In the face of such danger, your basic instincts still assume control. Perhaps that will serve to your benefit tonight against such a beast of a man.”
Katherine walked away as the guard helped John to his feet. Still dressed in his casual clothing that he wore to the club that night, he drug his feet towards the door with the help of the guard. Mr. Zango had a look of concern on his face, but money outweighed conviction in this place apparently. As the guard helped John into the main arena, the crowd erupted. Perhaps a hundred or so men, and a few women, stood around a circular pit with what seemed to be around four foot high walls made of the same cold, wet concrete as the cell. Inside the pit stood one man; Brine. All three hundred and fifty pounds of that monster stood there in cut off clothing as he cracked his knuckles. John suddenly felt extremely small and frail, like a small animal facing off against a grizzly bear. The crowd’s bloodlust grew as they anticipated whatever it was they came here for. John wondered if these people actually wanted to see him get utterly annihilated or if perhaps they were hoping to see him down the incomparable Brine.
Katherine stood by her father off to the side as the guard helped John down into the pit. He considered resisting, but he knew there was no escape from this predicament. Fighting Brine wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do at the moment, but resisting the commands of a criminal family and their cohorts was probably an even deadlier idea. As Katherine announced the match at hand, John realized there were two others in attendance that didn’t belong here tonight; Julia and Daniel. Both were in what looked to be a glass room off to the left. They sat straight in wooden chairs as two guards stood behind them. So this is what it came down to? John was forced to fight for the sick thrill of those in attendance while his two friends watched on? Never before had he witnessed such evil with his own two eyes.
While distracted, he apparently missed Katherine call for the beginning of the match. That would be his first mistake, and it was paid in full by a clubbing blow to the shoulder by Brine. John stumbled backwards towards the wall of the pit. He was literally backed up against the wall with no way out except through Brine. Bare knuckle fighting wasn’t his forte, neither was taking on men twice his size inside a concrete hole in the ground, but this was now about survival. John rushed forward and swung his right arm wildly, but his attack was caught by the much larger hand of Brine. Brine’s grip squeezed tight on John’s fist and he fell to one knee trying to pry himself from the death lock. The crowd erupted in both cheers and boos as the fight continued.
Brine:
“I’m going to tear every limb from your body.”
His breath smelt like tuna, repulsive just like everything else about him. As Brine began torturing John’s wrist, John managed to sweep his legs around and knock Brine’s ankles out from under him, sending him crashing to the hard floor. The crowd gasped as John stood to his feet and looked at the downed blob of a man. Brine quickly shook it off and regained his composure.
Katherine:
“I really do hope Brine beats him into a pulp.”
Mr. Zango:
“Remind me why you hate John Anthony so much?”
Katherine:
“I don’t really. The man is quite impressive. I’m not even doing this just for the money actually. Truth be told, I want to see JR Zevon strip him of that championship title this weekend.”
Mr. Zango:
“You’re a JR Zevon fan? I never would have guessed.”
Katherine:
“Because you would have been wrong. Zevon doesn’t matter to me. Now that adorable Mr. Kitters is a different story. Such a cute and cuddly creature it is.”
Mr. Zango:
“This is over a CAT?!”
Katherine:
“I never claimed to have respectable motives father.”
Mr. Zango sighed deeply as he realized just how corrupt his daughter had become. Meanwhile the fight at hand continued and remained rather one sided. Brine smacked John around while John simply tried to stay defensive and keep himself from suffering too much. He really had no idea on how to win this lopsided match. Brine began laughing as he swung his tree of an arm at John. He rolled out of the way, but was met with a swift kick that caught him in the side. For such a large man, Brine still remained somewhat quick on his feet. John rebounded and dashed forward with an uppercut that hit the man’s jaw, but this only served to hurt John’s fist. It literally felt like punching a damned wall. Brine responded in turn with a head butt that brought John crashing to the floor. As he landed, his eyes fell upon the glass room that encased Julia and Daniel. Julia jumped to her feet and pressed against the glass room screaming for the match to stop, but the guard behind her forced her back to the wooden chair. John’s head began spinning, his stomach churned, and his heart raced. He felt dizzy and the walls around him began to warp and twirl. He tried to stand, but couldn’t find his balance.
Mr. Zango:
“What’s happening to him? The poor man looks intoxicated.”
Katherine:
“Let’s just say I wanted to make this even more interesting. I had the guard administer a hallucinogen into his system that should be taking effect right about now. Its effects however include moments of increased strength and thoughts of grandeur.”
Mr. Zango:
“This is crossing the line Katherine.”
John found enough equilibrium to stand, but the drug coursing through him was now in full affect. Instead of seeing Brine standing across from him, he saw Mick Cormac. Not the new and improved Cormac, but the old version, the ruthless bar hopper who proved to be rather unreliable during John’s first run in with him. John squinted his eyes and saw this Cormac fellow flipping him off, taunting him to come after him. As the walls swirled around him and colors danced through his eyes, John ran forward with a full head of steam and tackled the man. Thrusting him to the floor, John punched him square in the face.
Looking again, he no longer saw Mick Cormac at all. Now, beneath him lay Macros. Macros grinned and then thrust John off of him before grabbing him by the collar and tossing him against the concrete wall. John heard the words of Riley, Macros’s manager, speaking on his destruction. Somewhere in that arena Riley must be standing, rooting Macros on. Telling him to tear John apart so he could have a chance at the Eastern Heavyweight Championship. Macros delivered a punch to John’s gut, but John shrugged it off and clocked Macros in the throat with an elbow. He bull rushed the stumbling man and tackled him once again, but now lay on top of JR Zevon, the former champion. John’s mind was utterly confused as Zevon fought to get out from under John. He released his grip and stumbled back against the wall once again as Zevon stood up. JR Zevon began blabbering about John being a disgrace to professional wrestling, to Julia being nothing more than a glorified prostitute, to him being the rightful owner of the Eastern Heavyweight Title, and so forth. John yelled for him to shut up before rushing him again, this time delivering a drop kick that sent both men to the ground. Zevon stood first and grabbed John by the head, but John managed a roundhouse kick that sent Zevon reeling.
Now he saw the man for who he was; Brine. The lumbering man had multiple cuts on his face and blood trickled over his right eye. John felt pain swelling in his own body, but ignored it as he continued his assault. Brine was ready and caught the incoming John Anthony, this time grabbing him into a bear hug. As he squeezed tight, John felt the oxygen escaping his lungs rapidly. Trying to breath in any amount of air he could, his vision quickly went black and he fell limp in Brine’s arms. Brine dropped the lifeless John Anthony and held his hands up high in a sign of victory as the crowd exalted their mixed opinions on the man.
John opened his eyes and smiled, his little acting job working perfectly. He chop blocked the man, causing him to fall face forward. John then jumped into the air and brought his right foot crashing on top of Brine’s head, sending his face into the concrete floor. As Brine bounced off, John kicked him swiftly in the temple, and then used Brine as a stepping stone to get out of the concrete pit. The crowd scattered and guards began rushing forward as John marched towards Katherine and her father. Two guards stood before them and grabbed onto John.
John:
“Katherine, you release Daniel and Julia this instant, and me as well. I hope you’ve all had your fun, but I’m done with this. As I said earlier, I have much more pressing issues at hand, such as defending my Eastern Heavyweight Championship this weekend. So you can take your underground business and shove it directly up your corrupted ass.”
Mr. Zango:
“How dare you speak to my…”
Katherine:
“Stop father. He has a right to be angry. The question is now, how do we resolve this? If I simply let you and your friends walk, I have no doubt in my mind that a criminal investigation will begin tomorrow that will bring this entire thing down.”
John:
“You should have thought of that earlier.”
Before Katherine could respond, Mr. Zango shouted for John to look out. He spun around and ducked as the battered Brine charged forward at him from out of nowhere. John’s move of evasion sent Brine over him, crashing into Katherine. He knocked the woman against the wall and lifting his fist in a fit of rage. Apparently he no longer cared who or what he attacked as he prepared to bring his fist crashing down on Katherine. The guards jumped Brine and struggled to pull him back, but succeeded. John took the opportunity to rush over to the glass room that held his friends. He ran over to the back entrance of the room and swung the door open. The two guards turned to face him and defend themselves, but both Daniel and Julia used their chairs to incapacitate the two from behind. John helped the two out and Daniel voiced that he knew where the exit was. They headed towards the door as the crowd scattered and the guards continued their fight with Brine.
As the three ran down the hallway towards freedom, John’s body began crying out in pain. Every blow he suffered now sent pain signals towards his brain in frightening amounts. His joints tightened and he felt himself losing it. Daniel grabbed onto him and helped him down the hall as he began to fade. Following the fleeing crowd, they finally made it to the exit and found themselves coming out into the back storage room of a library. So this was the so called craft entrance that no one would ever discover? That Katherine girl was nowhere near as clever as she thought.
Daniel and Julia helped John out of the building and to the street as John collapsed onto the ground. Julia called out for help as an entire squad of police cars came bursting onto the scene. Apparently all of the commotion had attracted law enforcement and this cartel of Katherine’s was about to crash and burn, and rightfully so.
John faded into unconsciousness, something he was really getting tired of experiencing.
