Post by viduus on Jun 27, 2018 18:18:09 GMT -8
“The Hunt…” - Part Two
By Aiden Deimos and Viduus Morta
Vs. Team ATARI
“Tommy,” he said, “What’s wrong!? Sit down let me help you. Your safe now.” The thin man rushed to his side, allowing Tommy to drape his arm over his shoulders as he assisted him onto the rock chair. The old man gently began to untie his white converse, not covered with dirt and grass stains from his long run.
“How do you know my name?” He asked, trying to determine if him and the Old Man had ever met before.
“Is it only your ankle that hurts?” replied the Old Man slowly removing his sock, ignoring Tommy’s question all together.
The fear that had slowly went away as he got closer and closer to the camp, now came rushing back like a tidal wave, pulling any ounce of courage that remained and leaving only anger in its place. Tommy shoved the Old Man away. He fell hard onto the hard, dry dirt. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!” Tommy screamed, at this point he no longer cared about who else may be out there, all he cared about was the here and now.
“Tommy,” said the Old Man, “I know your name like I knew that you would come here, that you would try to find any help you could.” Continued the Old Man. His long black hair softly running along Tommy’s knee as he continues to tend to his ankle. Old Man grabs a few thick short sticks and places on both sides of his leg, giving the ankle more and more support as he wrapped an ace bandage tightly from toes to knee.
“You are afraid, like all those before you. You begged to be stronger, to be able to stand up against all of your bullies, but when I sent some help you fled. They only came to lead you’re on your path to the everlasting truth.” From behind him the two men chasing him moved out from the shadows. He tried to run away, but the Old Man pinned his leg to the ground, a fiery pain shooting up his leg freezing him in place.
“Now listen to me.” Said the Old Man, but Tommy’s eyes were locked on the two men behind him. The man on the right was taller, it was hard to guess his height because of the large top hat with silver medallions in circling it that was softly placed on top of his head. If Tommy where to guess he was about six feet 6 inches with the top hat. His face was what intimidated him the most though the dark skin covered in a white face paint in the shape of a skull, long black dreads fell to his shoulders and cast an eerie shadow over his steel grey eyes. “I am the Speaker,” an odd way to identify yourself Tommy thought, but made sense from the silence of the men behind him, “And this man over my left shoulder is Viduus Morta.”
The name was familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it, “This man over my right shoulder is the Burning Ember, Aiden Deimos.” The man on the left was shorter but was thicker, seemed to almost out weigh the other by twenty pounds. He was bare chested, which allowed Tommy to see the thick scars that littered the mans skin like a typographical map. The light from the fire cast a shadow over the scars that puffed out of the mans skin, the one that looked the worst was a long pink one that ran from under his right earlobe and down to his navel. It looked like someone literally cut him open, but a gash like that would be mortal, so it must not have been that deep. At least Tommy hoped so, if he was able to survive something like that, it would be near impossible for him to escape.
“By the look of your face you recognize my two associates. They are the newest members of the California Wrestling Division,” it finally clicked, Aiden was the man that left Dax Beckett bleeding in the center of the ring. Viduus came to the ring with all of the druids and laid more havoc, Tommy thought to himself, “And as you may or may not know, this week they will compete against Team Atari.” Speaker looks down at Tommy’s chest, deliberately trying to have the injured man do the same.
Tommy looks down and sees that he was wearing his red Team ATARI t-shirt, the words “Dilly, Dilly” written in blue print on the front, and the Team ATARI logo bit and obvious on the back. “So we now come to you to send a message to those men that you so happily cheer for, maybe they can even come save you with those amazing powers they have.” Speaker spat the words powers in disgust, and rises to his feet. He makes it over to the dingy yellow tent, and grabs two bags that were inside.
In a few minutes a small camera and tripod had been set up, pointed right over the Speakers shoulder and directly at Tommy. Tommy looks deep into the red light in front of him as the Speaker gives him instructions on what to do. “Now introduce yourself and tell them where you’re at.” He ordered.
“Uhh…umm…my name is Tommy Scarlet. I’m…uhh… somewhere outside of the Lightning Point Campgrounds, a few miles north of Beverly Hills.” His ankle throbbed with pain, like knives being driven deeper and deeper as the night weighed on.
Speaker motions for him and the other two men to stand behind their prey. That’s what he was wasn’t it, their catch for the night. They had went out of their way to find him, lured him in like a moth drawn to a flame. Instilled him with so much fear that he would do anything to feel safe again, even let his guard down to a lonely old man that resides alone in the woods. “The word that describes Team ATARI can be easily confused with the homophone, pray, the very action that I suggest that they do, for there is no chance that they exit Wrestling Clinic the same men they entered it with. For they find themselves in the same ring as the Union Battleground Battalion Champions. They find themselves no longer the funny heroes, but the hunted prey of two men that are the embodiment of destruction. The very men that defeated the legendary tag team, The Outliers. That victory marked the first loss in over a year for the Outliers, but now Aiden Deimos and Viduus Morta have turned their attention towards a new goal. Becoming the inaugural California Republic Champions. To leave the California Wrestling Division shaking in its boots, to change the landscape of this small insignificant company. To take it over and lead it on a path of destruction, purifying the globe in the process. Hunting down all those that oppose us. It is like a game to these men.”
The look of fear in Tommy’s eyes grow the more words that spew out of Speakers mouth. Like dark magic, every utterance spreading the fear out more and more. As if these two men spewed fear from their very pours. “They enjoy the long slow process, they enjoy picking their opponents apart, piece by piece. Breaking each man down to the point that they beg for mercy, to the point that they beg for the end. For its then and only then that they will end.” Speaker stops speaking briefly looking back at the two other men that circle around Tommy, slowly he begins to fade from the pain. “Do you really expect us to consider you a threat.” Aiden Deimos pauses You are nothing more than two deer running away from the inevitable, but we have your scent. It is no longer a matter of if, but a matter of when. You may use your humor in hopes that the support of the fans can protect you from the destruction that awaits you on the other side, but you have been locked into our sights. Our bow is drawn and the arrow is notched, with a deep breath and smooth release you will be just another head upon our mantle, another team fallen to our wrath. There is no escape for you, there is only your past and the present, for we will make sure you future is nothing but blood and broken dreams.”
The unmistakeable sound of a blood curling scream hangs in the air as darkness falls.
~FIN~
By Aiden Deimos and Viduus Morta
Vs. Team ATARI
“Tommy,” he said, “What’s wrong!? Sit down let me help you. Your safe now.” The thin man rushed to his side, allowing Tommy to drape his arm over his shoulders as he assisted him onto the rock chair. The old man gently began to untie his white converse, not covered with dirt and grass stains from his long run.
“How do you know my name?” He asked, trying to determine if him and the Old Man had ever met before.
“Is it only your ankle that hurts?” replied the Old Man slowly removing his sock, ignoring Tommy’s question all together.
The fear that had slowly went away as he got closer and closer to the camp, now came rushing back like a tidal wave, pulling any ounce of courage that remained and leaving only anger in its place. Tommy shoved the Old Man away. He fell hard onto the hard, dry dirt. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!” Tommy screamed, at this point he no longer cared about who else may be out there, all he cared about was the here and now.
“Tommy,” said the Old Man, “I know your name like I knew that you would come here, that you would try to find any help you could.” Continued the Old Man. His long black hair softly running along Tommy’s knee as he continues to tend to his ankle. Old Man grabs a few thick short sticks and places on both sides of his leg, giving the ankle more and more support as he wrapped an ace bandage tightly from toes to knee.
“You are afraid, like all those before you. You begged to be stronger, to be able to stand up against all of your bullies, but when I sent some help you fled. They only came to lead you’re on your path to the everlasting truth.” From behind him the two men chasing him moved out from the shadows. He tried to run away, but the Old Man pinned his leg to the ground, a fiery pain shooting up his leg freezing him in place.
“Now listen to me.” Said the Old Man, but Tommy’s eyes were locked on the two men behind him. The man on the right was taller, it was hard to guess his height because of the large top hat with silver medallions in circling it that was softly placed on top of his head. If Tommy where to guess he was about six feet 6 inches with the top hat. His face was what intimidated him the most though the dark skin covered in a white face paint in the shape of a skull, long black dreads fell to his shoulders and cast an eerie shadow over his steel grey eyes. “I am the Speaker,” an odd way to identify yourself Tommy thought, but made sense from the silence of the men behind him, “And this man over my left shoulder is Viduus Morta.”
The name was familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it, “This man over my right shoulder is the Burning Ember, Aiden Deimos.” The man on the left was shorter but was thicker, seemed to almost out weigh the other by twenty pounds. He was bare chested, which allowed Tommy to see the thick scars that littered the mans skin like a typographical map. The light from the fire cast a shadow over the scars that puffed out of the mans skin, the one that looked the worst was a long pink one that ran from under his right earlobe and down to his navel. It looked like someone literally cut him open, but a gash like that would be mortal, so it must not have been that deep. At least Tommy hoped so, if he was able to survive something like that, it would be near impossible for him to escape.
“By the look of your face you recognize my two associates. They are the newest members of the California Wrestling Division,” it finally clicked, Aiden was the man that left Dax Beckett bleeding in the center of the ring. Viduus came to the ring with all of the druids and laid more havoc, Tommy thought to himself, “And as you may or may not know, this week they will compete against Team Atari.” Speaker looks down at Tommy’s chest, deliberately trying to have the injured man do the same.
Tommy looks down and sees that he was wearing his red Team ATARI t-shirt, the words “Dilly, Dilly” written in blue print on the front, and the Team ATARI logo bit and obvious on the back. “So we now come to you to send a message to those men that you so happily cheer for, maybe they can even come save you with those amazing powers they have.” Speaker spat the words powers in disgust, and rises to his feet. He makes it over to the dingy yellow tent, and grabs two bags that were inside.
In a few minutes a small camera and tripod had been set up, pointed right over the Speakers shoulder and directly at Tommy. Tommy looks deep into the red light in front of him as the Speaker gives him instructions on what to do. “Now introduce yourself and tell them where you’re at.” He ordered.
“Uhh…umm…my name is Tommy Scarlet. I’m…uhh… somewhere outside of the Lightning Point Campgrounds, a few miles north of Beverly Hills.” His ankle throbbed with pain, like knives being driven deeper and deeper as the night weighed on.
Speaker motions for him and the other two men to stand behind their prey. That’s what he was wasn’t it, their catch for the night. They had went out of their way to find him, lured him in like a moth drawn to a flame. Instilled him with so much fear that he would do anything to feel safe again, even let his guard down to a lonely old man that resides alone in the woods. “The word that describes Team ATARI can be easily confused with the homophone, pray, the very action that I suggest that they do, for there is no chance that they exit Wrestling Clinic the same men they entered it with. For they find themselves in the same ring as the Union Battleground Battalion Champions. They find themselves no longer the funny heroes, but the hunted prey of two men that are the embodiment of destruction. The very men that defeated the legendary tag team, The Outliers. That victory marked the first loss in over a year for the Outliers, but now Aiden Deimos and Viduus Morta have turned their attention towards a new goal. Becoming the inaugural California Republic Champions. To leave the California Wrestling Division shaking in its boots, to change the landscape of this small insignificant company. To take it over and lead it on a path of destruction, purifying the globe in the process. Hunting down all those that oppose us. It is like a game to these men.”
The look of fear in Tommy’s eyes grow the more words that spew out of Speakers mouth. Like dark magic, every utterance spreading the fear out more and more. As if these two men spewed fear from their very pours. “They enjoy the long slow process, they enjoy picking their opponents apart, piece by piece. Breaking each man down to the point that they beg for mercy, to the point that they beg for the end. For its then and only then that they will end.” Speaker stops speaking briefly looking back at the two other men that circle around Tommy, slowly he begins to fade from the pain. “Do you really expect us to consider you a threat.” Aiden Deimos pauses You are nothing more than two deer running away from the inevitable, but we have your scent. It is no longer a matter of if, but a matter of when. You may use your humor in hopes that the support of the fans can protect you from the destruction that awaits you on the other side, but you have been locked into our sights. Our bow is drawn and the arrow is notched, with a deep breath and smooth release you will be just another head upon our mantle, another team fallen to our wrath. There is no escape for you, there is only your past and the present, for we will make sure you future is nothing but blood and broken dreams.”
The unmistakeable sound of a blood curling scream hangs in the air as darkness falls.
~FIN~
