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| Déjà Vu (NSFW); Spencer Vain FLoG PPV RP. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 4 2017, 09:23 AM (34 Views) | |
| Jake | Jan 4 2017, 09:23 AM Post #1 |
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At Salvation 132 the big game hunter collected his biggest prize yet. I defeated Angel Blake and in doing so I went from “the new guy” to the one to watch out for as Redemption rings in 2017. I Vanquished God. Let that sink in, I'll give you a few… We good? Now that that's out of the way we'll move on to my next conquest, the big bad biker Ironclad. I’m sure you were a little “pissed” off after your disappointing loss at Salvation. I certainly got a kick out of pissing all over your bike. I was laughing so hard I almost missed that pile of scrap metal. Sometimes this monster I’m packing is hard to aim. You’re a joke. That’s all you are to me, someone to laugh at. Angel Blake? He’s a legend who I will carry a lot of pride in saying I beat a week before he fought for the Redemption Championship. You’re a flash in the pan who’s hype faded after you won your first match. You made empty threats to the only person here on a hotter streak than I am and she made you look like a fool. You talked early on about bikers losing turf when they lost a fight, well you must not have shit left cause you ain’t won since early October. Just cause I wasn’t here then doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention and research my opponent. I also researched enough to know that you’re a fucking piece of shit that thinks because you ride with a gang of fellow closeted homos who want to beat and rape women while fantasizing about their bearded brothers that it makes you above the law. I spent a year in prison… 365 days behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. A crime that sick fucks like you are proud of. I was segregated from the other prisoners to “keep everyone safe” which was just the warden and guards excuse to treat me like an animal and abuse me every day I spent there. The things they did to me were unthinkable and they’ve made me just a slight bit bitter and hostile. I plan on taking that hostility out on you because it should have been you in that tiny ass cell shitting in a hole in the floor and eating fucking nutri-loaf. I’m not trying to be a hero and defend the honor of the people you’ve wronged because I don’t give a shit about them. I’m just angry that you flaunt your criminal behavior like a badge of honor you wear on your chest while I get busted for everything under the sun whether I actually did it or not. While it’s not been made public knowledge, in addition to our match determining the next challenger for the Classic title, we’ve also both verbally agreed to put all of our points in the Point Roulette on the line… my 45 against your 30. I’m completely confident that I’ll leave the PPV with my sights set on the Classic title and 75 points. I hope nightmares are already awaiting Eva Broussard and John Doe because whichever one of them walks out with that belt needs to know I’m coming for it. As far as the points.. If I can’t beat you I don’t deserve to continue. But I will continue because I’m gonna give you the beating of your life. I’m going to take your points in the Point Roulette, and become #1 Contender to the Classic Championship, but even if none of that was on the line I’d still take pleasure in what I plan to do to you at For Love of Gold. I promise you Ironclad that in all your travels around the country on your giant mobile vibrator that you’ve never encountered anyone as big, mean, and nasty as me. There’s not an ounce of remorse running through my veins when it comes to hurting people I might possibly care about what do you think I’m going to do to someone like you that I don’t give the first shit about? Go ahead and turn in your cut cause I’m gonna make sure you’re the laughing stock at the next circle jerk. The scene opens the morning after Spencer Vain had sent the gorgeous tattooed goddess known only as Ally packing. (Spencer doesn’t ask for last names, that makes things too personal.) He sits on the edge of the bed in his Houston hotel room dressed in a pair of black track pants and a white t-shirt about to go for a run when a knock is heard at the door and a loud, aggressive sounding voice comes from the other side. “Vain open up, we know you’re in there it’s the Houston Police Department” Spencer swallowed hard, not knowing of anything he could have done that would have the police at his door, but he’d had many run ins with them in the past. He gets up and goes to the door and as soon as he opens it four officers with guns drawn force their way into the room and throw him to the ground onto his stomach. Officer: Spencer Vain you’re under arrest for the rape of Allyson Kramer... you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? Spencer grunts as a heavyset officer places a knee in his lower back while another handcuffs him and then they pull him to his feet. Spencer: Yeah… Officer: Having these rights in mind, do you wish to talk to us now? Spencer: Nah, I’ll call my lawyer when we get downtown. They drug him out of the hotel and loaded him into a police cruiser. He dropped his head and horrible memories of the moment in 2013 very similar to this began flooding back as the car door slammed shut and the scene faded only to reopen into a hazy dream like sequence. This was no dream however, but rather a haunting memory he’d recalled so many times. Spencer was standing naked in the prison shower. It had been 13 days since his last shower at that point and he just stood under the luke warm water letting it bounce off his skin and onto the stained tile. That’s when the familiar voice of C.O. Floyd Barber, the guard who had tampered with his food a week earlier was heard. Barber: Told you boys we was gonna have some fun today… Get him! Before Spencer could even turn around a swarm of guards rush at him and quickly take him down. They place a spit hood over his head and zip tie his hands behind his back and his ankle together as Barber approaches him holding a plunger in his hand. Barber: I know you told the warden about what I did to your food last week, Vain. So I’m gonna make you pay, and maybe you’ll think before you go running that cock sucker of yours to the warden again and getting me in trouble. Don’t you worry though, I think we’ll toss you into general population after this and let one of the queens pick your splinters out with his teeth… Vain struggled as the guards held him down, pulling his cheeks apart for Barber to insert the plunger handle and Spencer let out a blood curdling scream as the scene faded once again only to reopen with the cruiser pulling up in front of the police station as Spencer tried to shake off the horrible memory. An officer opened the door and let him out the car before leading him into the station where his longtime attorney Martin Grier was already waiting. Spencer: I didn’t do it, Marty. Marty: Shut your mouth until I tell you to talk. I’ll see you when they get you booked. Martin goes and has a seat on a bench while he waits for them to finish booking Spencer. After all that is done they take him to a holding area and Martin follows behind. Spencer sits down at a table while Martin just paces appearing deep in thought. Spencer: I can’t go back to prison, I’d rather be dead. I’m telling you Marty I didn’t do it. Marty: Yeah well you said that last time and look how that fucking turned out! She’s full of your seed Spencer… Vain just shakes his head in disbelief at his own stupidity. Spencer: I don’t know what to say. Marty: How about the truth? Spencer: I fucked her, quite a few times, over the course of a couple of days. We ran out of rubbers after the first few times so I took my chances. I didn’t force myself on her in anyway I swear. Marty: Well she says you did, says you were holding her against her will and forcing her to have sex with you. This is looking more convincing than the Kaitlyn McPhee case, if she hadn’t admitted that her old man made her lie about that you’d still be sitting in prison. Spencer just puts his head in his hands and remains silent. Marty: You need to rack your brain overnight and come up with something that makes me believe you didn’t do it. I don’t think you did of course but if you can’t convince me how the fuck do you expect me to make a judge believe you didn’t do it and we go in front of him tomorrow at 2:00. Spencer: I’ll try to remember as much as I can, I mean it was mainly just a lot of sex. Marty: That’s the part we know… I’ll see you in the morning. Marty walks out of the room as the scene fades. Edited by Jake, Jan 4 2017, 09:26 AM.
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