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Big Game Hunter; Salvation 132 Spencer Vain RP
Topic Started: Dec 28 2016, 07:30 PM (35 Views)
Jake
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You're welcome, CG3.

You're all probably asking yourselves why would CG3 thank me?

That's simple; I didn't cripple him.

I could have though.

It was my choice to allow him to enjoy all his money on two legs instead of being bound to a wheelchair the rest of his life.

Now I move on to the man who calls himself God. The number one contender for the Redemption Championship, Angel Blake.

No one wanted to face you Blake, but I volunteered because behind all your bullshit mystique and crazy self righteous babble you're just a man.

Any man can be broken and I'm damn good at breaking people.

I know your tired shtick because you say the same thing before every match.

The whole fear and intimidation, and expecting people to follow you so that you can “save” them became redundant a long time ago.

You don't intimidate me, you don't scare me, and you can't save me.

I've done things in my life that have guaranteed me a one way ticket to the fiery pits of hell and I'm content with that fact.

Save your breath and all of us the boredom of hearing you spew the same shit you've been saying just worded different.

Don't tell me how I've made some grave mistake by not bowing down and being saved.

Tell me you can defeat me inside the ring. In a fight that involves fists, feet, elbows, and knees.

Tell me you can survive the pressure when I apply just the right amount of torque to your knees, elbows or shoulders or I'm choking the life right out of you.

Tell me how you can win this match.

Because I don't think you can.

I can though, I wouldn't have signed up for it if I didn't think I had what it took to leave you a quivering pile of pale flesh and gaudy goth garb.

I know how dangerous you are though. I know I'm one wrong move away from that Genocide Kick and nap time.

You're the lion and I'm the trophy hunter, Angel. It's kill or be killed, and I'm not underestimating you one bit.

You're easily the biggest name I've faced in my career and no one really thinks I've got much chance against you which is rather stupid on their part considering I'm 6’7”, damn near 300lbs and constantly pissed off.

Ain't nobody alive I don't have a chance against.

Beating you won't get me your shot at the Redemption Championship, but it should. What it will do is turn heads, by the time I'm done they won't just be turning they'll be spinning.

The big game hunter is coming for the king of the jungle.

I've got you in the crosshairs and you don't even know that I'll be mounting your head on my wall next to the common house cat I got last time.


“Chow time, Vain!”

Spencer shielded his eyes from the only light he'd seen in days as a metal tray with a chunk of something unidentifiable on it was slid through the small opening in the door. The guard outside peeked through the slot to see Spencer grab the food and begin devouring it.

Guard: Hope the nutri-loaf is good, I added a little something special.

The thoughts of what the guard might have done to it briefly danced in Spencer's mind but his hunger was too strong as he stuffed the rest of the horrible tasting loaf in his mouth.

Guard: Maybe next time you won't try to break my hand when I give you food and I won't make you wait 3 days to eat.

The guard slid the food slot shut and smiled as he walked away, the sounds of Spencer vomiting causing him to chuckle. The scene becomes fuzzy and fades.

“You ok baby?”

The scene switches to Spencer Vain sitting up in bed, a cold sweat beaded up on his forehead with his back against the wall and his arms raised with his fingers locked behind his head. A gorgeous, ink covered, raven haired young woman nuzzles his bare chest and inhales deeply.

Spencer: I'm good, just a bad dream.

Woman: Well you certainly are the man of my dreams, and you smell like a man should smell, are you ready to go again?

Spencer: Na, I think you should be going Ally.

She sits up, a stunned look on her face.

Ally: What? Why?

Spencer: We’ve been holed up in here fuckin’ like rabbits for days, I got what I wanted. I ain’t the type that’s gonna snuggle with you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear if that’s what you thought. You’re just a piece of ass.

She goes to slap him but he quickly grabs her arm.

Spencer: Don’t… I don’t hit women unless it’s in a professional sense but if you slap me this will end badly for you I promise. Just get your shit and go, let’s not a make a big deal about this ok? I might give you a call next time I’m back in Texas and break me off another piece of that fine tatted up ass.

She jumps up, wrapping the sheet around her obviously naked frame and begins gathering up her clothes that were strewn around Spencer’s hotel room outside his adopted hometown of Houston.

Ally: You wish, you fuckin’ pig. Can you at least give me a ride? I live all the way on the other side of the city.

Spencer: No, but I’ll call you a cab.

Ally: Don’t bother, I’ll walk.

The room remains silent as Ally picks up her last few items of clothing and quickly gets dressed before running out of the room, slamming the door behind her. After a few moments Spencer gets up wearing only a pair of boxers and walks over to the mirror and stares long and hard at his reflection.

Spencer: What’s wrong with me? I should feel guilty but I don’t, I almost don’t even feel human.

The scene fades.
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