Post by lajohnnystylez on Jul 31, 2020 19:39:03 GMT -5
[ Damon “HavoK” Riggs ] Unbelievable. Who the hell does he think he is? Who gave him authority to do this?
Riggs barked over his shoulder, slinging his bag over his shoulder, moving through the corridors to the parking lot. OPW officials walked with the wrestling legend, escorting him out of the arena, having given him time to collect his things, but the mandate of Miss Michelle and the Producer was being seen through. Riggs would leave the OPW arena, suspended indefinitely.
THWACK!
From out of nowhere, off camera, a bat swings into the shot and across the back of Riggs, who goes down to his knees. There stands Id, swinging wildly to disperse the crowd of officials that had flown into panic.
[ Id ] About time I caught up with you, Riggs.
Grabbing him by the ear, he twisted, causing Riggs to contort.
[ Id ] It has been a while.
A right hand, stiff to the face. Riggs goes down onto his back, and Id advances his position to a mounted position. The bat clattered to the concrete as Id wailed rights and lefts on Riggs. After a small flurry, he braced Riggs’ face with both of his hands. The struggle beneath him was controlled by his dominant position, Riggs unable to buck him off.
[ Id ] I was biding my time, waiting, watching. But then we saw an opportunity, and I struck. I could eliminate. And at first, I thought it was enough to make sure you were suspended, taken out of action, unable to live out your pathetic fantasy of ONE LAST RUN.
Id stood up now, collecting the bat in his left hand. Riggs, angry, moved to get back on his feet. Two taps of the bat on the concrete floor, Id split his legs into a swinging stance and then rifled that motherfucker as hard as he could into the abdomen of Riggs. Damon doubled over, grunting and gasping in pain. The barbed wire, the screws, tearing cloth and flesh.
[ Id ] But then I decided FUCK THAT. I wanna put you out of your misery. You’re going to be out for a long fuckin’ time, Damey.
He placed a boot on Damon, pushing his body over onto his back again.
[ Id ] LOOK AT ME!
Kneeling over him, he pressed the bat - Damon Riggs’ bat, just so you’re aware, in case you missed it - into his throat.
[ Id ] Whilst you’re sat on the sidelines, waiting week after week, month after month for this old man fucking body of yours to heal up, you’re going to be watching. Show by show, piece by piece, things will start to fall into place, where I make a world that you no longer have a place in, a world you no longer recognise. I’ll end all of it! ALL OF IT! LOOK AT ME!!
Id growled, pushing the bat deeper and deeper against the windpipe of Damon Riggs, who was starting to grow redder and redder.
[ Id ] LOOK AT ME IN THE EYES, RIGGS! WHO AM I, RIGGS?
He grabs the face of Riggs.
[ Id ] LOOK IN MY FACE AND YOU WILL KNOW WHY YOU ARE TRULY FUCKED. I HAVE SPENT TEN YEARS STEWING ON THIS, ON YOU, AND YOU WILL KNOW THAT UNTIL YOU’RE IN THE FUCKING GRAVE, THIS WILL NEVER BE OVER. LOOK AT ME!!!
His hand was now wrapped around the throat of Riggs, who was spluttering and choking, the dark dirty fingernails digging into his neck, welting coming up immediately.
[ Id ] WHO AM I, DAMON? WHO AM I? SAY... MY... NAME!!
Riggs is spluttering, grunting, and between gasps managed to grunt out a solitary word of two syllables...
[ Damon “HavoK” Riggs ] STRAT...FORD. . .