Post by meth on Dec 20, 2007 11:02:22 GMT -5
Messages: Destroyers' Upon Us ..
An uneasy calm through the darkness.
As a voice calls in from nowhere ..
" The Destroyer ... "
The name "Destroyer" fades in onto
the black screen, as we move on ..
" The Covington Killing Machine ... "
An ominous music begins to play. As
we roll on.
"Jack Nolan."
The words fade.
"Coming soon."
...
"Death is only ... The Beginning."
The words fade out, on your television
screen, as our feed dies.
------------------
Live Free, Die Slowly: The Bar ...
The roar of a 301 in³ engine, of a 1978 Pontiac Firebird; Trans Am
comes into earshot, as the black vehicle rolls up into the parking
lot of the infamous, "Dragons Den" bar, known for its frequent
fights, and black market, mafia ties. A shadow gazes coldly through the tinted windows, the silver moon shines on the ironically silver pheonix design complacent with the hood. Only a
red glow, from a black and mild is seen from the car. After a moment, the car's ignition dies, and the door opens. Out steps
a steel toed, kodiak work boot, connected to a pair of jeans. Then
another, as the camera draws up, a white tee shirt comes into view, up into a veiw of a large bald man, with a goate, his eyes narrowed, as he puffs on a Black and Mild. Smoke dances off into
the midnight breeze, muffled music is heard from the gritty bar.
The man walks across the parking lot, up onto the wooded platform, of a large wooden building, reminiscent of an old
country saloon. A few bikers pass nods his way, he nods back.
He pushes his way through the doors, people turn their heads
towards him here and there, but most know him. The music is
now identified as, "Street Fight" by The Rolling Stones. The man
walks up to the bar, and hangs the cigar out of his mouth. Plopping down comfortably on one of the stools, the bar tender
approaches, whiping down a lager's mug.
Bar Tender: Hey Jack, whats up? What'cha drinkin'?
Jack Nolan: Budweiser, as always ... How are ya Chuck?
Chuck: Oh I'm doin' fine ... Just runnin' this here bar.
Jack nods.
Jack Nolan: Good ... Good.
Chuck: Still in that, wrestling buisness?
Jack nods. Chuck reaches into the freezer, and sets a Budweiser
on a coaster on the bat.
Jack Nolan: Yeah, just signed with a new one ...
Chuck: Ah, fight anybody yet?
Jack Nolan: Nah, not yet.
Chuck nods.
Chuck: Okay, Okay .. So what have you been doing there?
Jack shrugs, taking a sip of his bud, and a puff on his cigar.
Jack Nolan: Pretty much, just meeting the guys I'm gonna be working with. Pretty tight group of friends there, seems like an
ideal place to continue in my career ...
Chuck: Sounds like a sweet set-up.
Jack Nolan: yeah it is ...
From the background, you here a loud crash.
?: Fucker, gimme my money now, or I'm gonna kill you!
?: Then do it! Just try motherfucker! I'ma kill you deader than a doornail!
Jack sighs, as he stands and walks over where two middle aged guys are basically at each others throats.
Jack Nolan: Listen guys ... If you're gonna fight, take the shit outside, or else I'm going to put you outside!
The first one points at Jack.
# 1: Stay out of this Jack! I don't wanna hurt'cha! But I will if I has too!
Jack shakes his head.
Jack Nolan: Look guy, whatever you're planning on doing to me, throw that bullshit out the window. Because --
Right as Jack was going to explain, the man swings, clocking Jack in the jaw, Jack hesitates for a second. But relays a heavy straight cross into the mans chest, sending him staggering out the door. With the second, smaller one, jumping on his back.
The people in the bar go straight into a brawl, as Jack swings the other one around, until he finally lets go. But the first one is already up, and breaks a bottle over Jacks head, followed by some stiff punches to the gut, and one solid one to the head, as
Jack staggers, the second one kicks Jack in the face, sending him
the other way. The first one, however has gotten hold of a lead
pipe, and swings it at Jack Jack catches his hand, and punches
him in the gut twice, and once into the face, his nose shatters
as he stumbles around, falling into the dirt. He grabs up the second one, and military presses him, tossing him into the string
of choppers that line up outside the bar, knocking them over. He
walks back inside, with a torn shirt, and a bleeding face, he took
care of buisness, and was about to do it again ... as our scene fades ...
An uneasy calm through the darkness.
As a voice calls in from nowhere ..
" The Destroyer ... "
The name "Destroyer" fades in onto
the black screen, as we move on ..
" The Covington Killing Machine ... "
An ominous music begins to play. As
we roll on.
"Jack Nolan."
The words fade.
"Coming soon."
...
"Death is only ... The Beginning."
The words fade out, on your television
screen, as our feed dies.
------------------
Live Free, Die Slowly: The Bar ...
The roar of a 301 in³ engine, of a 1978 Pontiac Firebird; Trans Am
comes into earshot, as the black vehicle rolls up into the parking
lot of the infamous, "Dragons Den" bar, known for its frequent
fights, and black market, mafia ties. A shadow gazes coldly through the tinted windows, the silver moon shines on the ironically silver pheonix design complacent with the hood. Only a
red glow, from a black and mild is seen from the car. After a moment, the car's ignition dies, and the door opens. Out steps
a steel toed, kodiak work boot, connected to a pair of jeans. Then
another, as the camera draws up, a white tee shirt comes into view, up into a veiw of a large bald man, with a goate, his eyes narrowed, as he puffs on a Black and Mild. Smoke dances off into
the midnight breeze, muffled music is heard from the gritty bar.
The man walks across the parking lot, up onto the wooded platform, of a large wooden building, reminiscent of an old
country saloon. A few bikers pass nods his way, he nods back.
He pushes his way through the doors, people turn their heads
towards him here and there, but most know him. The music is
now identified as, "Street Fight" by The Rolling Stones. The man
walks up to the bar, and hangs the cigar out of his mouth. Plopping down comfortably on one of the stools, the bar tender
approaches, whiping down a lager's mug.
Bar Tender: Hey Jack, whats up? What'cha drinkin'?
Jack Nolan: Budweiser, as always ... How are ya Chuck?
Chuck: Oh I'm doin' fine ... Just runnin' this here bar.
Jack nods.
Jack Nolan: Good ... Good.
Chuck: Still in that, wrestling buisness?
Jack nods. Chuck reaches into the freezer, and sets a Budweiser
on a coaster on the bat.
Jack Nolan: Yeah, just signed with a new one ...
Chuck: Ah, fight anybody yet?
Jack Nolan: Nah, not yet.
Chuck nods.
Chuck: Okay, Okay .. So what have you been doing there?
Jack shrugs, taking a sip of his bud, and a puff on his cigar.
Jack Nolan: Pretty much, just meeting the guys I'm gonna be working with. Pretty tight group of friends there, seems like an
ideal place to continue in my career ...
Chuck: Sounds like a sweet set-up.
Jack Nolan: yeah it is ...
From the background, you here a loud crash.
?: Fucker, gimme my money now, or I'm gonna kill you!
?: Then do it! Just try motherfucker! I'ma kill you deader than a doornail!
Jack sighs, as he stands and walks over where two middle aged guys are basically at each others throats.
Jack Nolan: Listen guys ... If you're gonna fight, take the shit outside, or else I'm going to put you outside!
The first one points at Jack.
# 1: Stay out of this Jack! I don't wanna hurt'cha! But I will if I has too!
Jack shakes his head.
Jack Nolan: Look guy, whatever you're planning on doing to me, throw that bullshit out the window. Because --
Right as Jack was going to explain, the man swings, clocking Jack in the jaw, Jack hesitates for a second. But relays a heavy straight cross into the mans chest, sending him staggering out the door. With the second, smaller one, jumping on his back.
The people in the bar go straight into a brawl, as Jack swings the other one around, until he finally lets go. But the first one is already up, and breaks a bottle over Jacks head, followed by some stiff punches to the gut, and one solid one to the head, as
Jack staggers, the second one kicks Jack in the face, sending him
the other way. The first one, however has gotten hold of a lead
pipe, and swings it at Jack Jack catches his hand, and punches
him in the gut twice, and once into the face, his nose shatters
as he stumbles around, falling into the dirt. He grabs up the second one, and military presses him, tossing him into the string
of choppers that line up outside the bar, knocking them over. He
walks back inside, with a torn shirt, and a bleeding face, he took
care of buisness, and was about to do it again ... as our scene fades ...