Post by dylanblack on Aug 8, 2023 23:07:47 GMT -6
He had them at last.
“Hammerhand” Blake Luthor walks down the hallway of a hotel. He had been given a tip on the location of where Johnathan Mills and Thomas Mills have been hiding while Marcus Anderson and Chris Parsons were away. It wasn’t the entire bag for him, but fifty percent of the score will do for now.
All Blake had to do was get to the right door, kick it in, and then murder two Mills. Secrets can’t be told if the holders are dead.
Blake opens his right hand as much as he can, it still looks like a claw, and runs his fingers across the wallpaper of the wall as he walks.
BLAKE LUTHOR: 312, 314, 316, 318, aaaannnnd 320.
Blake stands outside of the door with his fingertips against the door. It was important to determine if his victims are inside the room, otherwise his effort would be wasted as they would be able to stage an escape. So, he knocks on the door and does his best effort to disguise his voice.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Room service!
From inside, Blake can hear the voice of Thomas Mills.
THOMAS MILLS: We’re good, thanks!
That’s all Blake needed to hear as he kicks in the door with a single shot. He steps into the room, his eyes searching for Thomas and Johnathan. While he does see them sitting on one of the beds in the room, that’s not what attracts his main attention. That is the five FBI agents with their side arms trained on him. Doors to rooms around this one open up, spilling more agents out to point their weapons at Blake. To keep him surrounded.
FBI: Freeze, fucker! You are under arrest! Get your hands on your head!
Blake glares daggers at Thomas and Johnathan. He was so close to his goal! Just like when he faced Dreadvan in the ring for the XHF European championship. The man just would not go down, despite Blake treating the man like a punching bag.
FBI: Blake! Hands on your head or we will shoot you!
The threat brings Blake back to the present and he slowly puts his hands to the back of his head. He briefly considers going on the attack for he feels that his hand to hand skills can overpower everyone in the room, but he remembers that even a poor fighter is dangerous with a gun. And he does have about eight guns trained upon him. Still, he had to try something.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I was attempting to collect a debt. Has that become illegal?
Blake doesn’t resist as his hands are zip tied behind him.
The FBI agent that has been speaking so far, puts his sidearm away, and walks up to him.
FBI: You are under arrest for multiple counts of murder in relation to the Krimson Kharnival. You’ve been executing weakened criminals instead of fighting fair fights that was promised to these men.
Blake smiles, looking over to Thomas Mills again. The man’s secrets had even spilled. He had wondered how long it was going to be of him chasing the man before it didn’t matter if he had been caught or not. This must mean.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Armand?
FBI: You and Armand will be facing the needle if convicted.
Blake sneers.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I wanted honesty. Armand wanted certainty.
FBI: If you testify against Armand, we may be able to help you out. Maybe a work release program for AXW.
If Armand found out that Blake testified against him and the conviction didn’t stick, Blake knew that he would be dead. However, if Blake does testify, chances are that Armand will get the needle.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Consider me a songbird then.
FBI: Good.
Hours later, Blake Luthor is laying inside of a prison cell on a cot. The doors are open so that the prisoners can mingle or go to the yard to exercise. Blake just lays back ad relaxes. They have already promised him a work release during the trial so that he can wrestle in his match in the AXW. He doesn’t know who his opponent is, but it doesn’t matter. It literally doesn’t matter who he has to face in the wrestling ring. The shame of being arrested so close to his goal of finishing off the Mills has left a burning anger within him.
A large black man with taped up fists steps into his cell, looking down at Blake with murder in his eyes. Blake recognizes the man as Killer Kain. He was in the Krimson Kharnival fighting circuit to try to win his freedom and even won five fights, but the Kharnival was shut down before he had his chance to fight a sixth time. It saved his life.
KILLER KAIN: You one of the dudes from the Krimson Kharnival. They say you the man to beat. I coulda killed you and done been free by now.
Blake sits up on the side of the cot and stretches with a smile.
BLAKE LUTHOR: You watch wrestling? AXW to be exact.
Killer Kain blinks, obviously confused by this turn of events.
KILLER KAIN: Yeah. What’s it matter to a dead man like you? I’mma gonna kill you like I was gonna be goin’ free anyway. It’ll make me feel better!
BLAKE LUTHOR: Whatever floats your boat. Do you happen to know who it is that I would have faced in the ring if I wasn’t going to be murdered by the likes of you? Just wondering, you know, as I cannot remember who it was going to be for the life of me.
Killer Kain looks at Blake for a long time, possibly wondering if he were serious or not. Finally, he relents.
KILLER KAIN: You would have faced James Raymond and Lio in the main event triple threat. Now I suppose they will have to face each other without you being in the ring at all. Are you ready to die?
Blake just shrugs.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I guess that today is as good a day as any other day.
Killer Kain raises both of his fists to smash Blake, who moves quickly to punch Kain right in the nuts. The color drains from Kain’s face as the blood begins to gush out from shattered testicles. Kain doubles over, allowing Blake a quick uppercut to the throat to crush the adam’s apple.
Blake watches as Kain falls to the floor, coughing up blood.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I thought that I was dying, Kain? What happened to that?
Blake stomps the side of Kain’s face to smash it between his foot and the stone floor. Kain spits out teeth and blood, still choking from the crushed windpipe.
Blake squats down by Kain as he is chokes on his own blood. He pats Kain on the cheek.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I think I’m making it to my match with James Raymond and Lio. What do you think? Do you think anymore? Kain?
Blake sits back up onto the cot, watching as guards come to take the newly deceased Kain away. One hands cash to the other, laughing at some joke. They had apparently knew that this fight was going to happen and placed a wager on the outcome. Blake just shrugs. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before and it wasn’t like this wasn’t going to happen again.
BLAKE LUTHOR: James Raymond and Lio. Guess what I’m going to be doing in prison? Training to face you fuckers. I’ll have a lot of free time to do so. Enjoy your last days of not being in a hospital…
“Hammerhand” Blake Luthor walks down the hallway of a hotel. He had been given a tip on the location of where Johnathan Mills and Thomas Mills have been hiding while Marcus Anderson and Chris Parsons were away. It wasn’t the entire bag for him, but fifty percent of the score will do for now.
All Blake had to do was get to the right door, kick it in, and then murder two Mills. Secrets can’t be told if the holders are dead.
Blake opens his right hand as much as he can, it still looks like a claw, and runs his fingers across the wallpaper of the wall as he walks.
BLAKE LUTHOR: 312, 314, 316, 318, aaaannnnd 320.
Blake stands outside of the door with his fingertips against the door. It was important to determine if his victims are inside the room, otherwise his effort would be wasted as they would be able to stage an escape. So, he knocks on the door and does his best effort to disguise his voice.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Room service!
From inside, Blake can hear the voice of Thomas Mills.
THOMAS MILLS: We’re good, thanks!
That’s all Blake needed to hear as he kicks in the door with a single shot. He steps into the room, his eyes searching for Thomas and Johnathan. While he does see them sitting on one of the beds in the room, that’s not what attracts his main attention. That is the five FBI agents with their side arms trained on him. Doors to rooms around this one open up, spilling more agents out to point their weapons at Blake. To keep him surrounded.
FBI: Freeze, fucker! You are under arrest! Get your hands on your head!
Blake glares daggers at Thomas and Johnathan. He was so close to his goal! Just like when he faced Dreadvan in the ring for the XHF European championship. The man just would not go down, despite Blake treating the man like a punching bag.
FBI: Blake! Hands on your head or we will shoot you!
The threat brings Blake back to the present and he slowly puts his hands to the back of his head. He briefly considers going on the attack for he feels that his hand to hand skills can overpower everyone in the room, but he remembers that even a poor fighter is dangerous with a gun. And he does have about eight guns trained upon him. Still, he had to try something.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I was attempting to collect a debt. Has that become illegal?
Blake doesn’t resist as his hands are zip tied behind him.
The FBI agent that has been speaking so far, puts his sidearm away, and walks up to him.
FBI: You are under arrest for multiple counts of murder in relation to the Krimson Kharnival. You’ve been executing weakened criminals instead of fighting fair fights that was promised to these men.
Blake smiles, looking over to Thomas Mills again. The man’s secrets had even spilled. He had wondered how long it was going to be of him chasing the man before it didn’t matter if he had been caught or not. This must mean.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Armand?
FBI: You and Armand will be facing the needle if convicted.
Blake sneers.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I wanted honesty. Armand wanted certainty.
FBI: If you testify against Armand, we may be able to help you out. Maybe a work release program for AXW.
If Armand found out that Blake testified against him and the conviction didn’t stick, Blake knew that he would be dead. However, if Blake does testify, chances are that Armand will get the needle.
BLAKE LUTHOR: Consider me a songbird then.
FBI: Good.
Hours later, Blake Luthor is laying inside of a prison cell on a cot. The doors are open so that the prisoners can mingle or go to the yard to exercise. Blake just lays back ad relaxes. They have already promised him a work release during the trial so that he can wrestle in his match in the AXW. He doesn’t know who his opponent is, but it doesn’t matter. It literally doesn’t matter who he has to face in the wrestling ring. The shame of being arrested so close to his goal of finishing off the Mills has left a burning anger within him.
A large black man with taped up fists steps into his cell, looking down at Blake with murder in his eyes. Blake recognizes the man as Killer Kain. He was in the Krimson Kharnival fighting circuit to try to win his freedom and even won five fights, but the Kharnival was shut down before he had his chance to fight a sixth time. It saved his life.
KILLER KAIN: You one of the dudes from the Krimson Kharnival. They say you the man to beat. I coulda killed you and done been free by now.
Blake sits up on the side of the cot and stretches with a smile.
BLAKE LUTHOR: You watch wrestling? AXW to be exact.
Killer Kain blinks, obviously confused by this turn of events.
KILLER KAIN: Yeah. What’s it matter to a dead man like you? I’mma gonna kill you like I was gonna be goin’ free anyway. It’ll make me feel better!
BLAKE LUTHOR: Whatever floats your boat. Do you happen to know who it is that I would have faced in the ring if I wasn’t going to be murdered by the likes of you? Just wondering, you know, as I cannot remember who it was going to be for the life of me.
Killer Kain looks at Blake for a long time, possibly wondering if he were serious or not. Finally, he relents.
KILLER KAIN: You would have faced James Raymond and Lio in the main event triple threat. Now I suppose they will have to face each other without you being in the ring at all. Are you ready to die?
Blake just shrugs.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I guess that today is as good a day as any other day.
Killer Kain raises both of his fists to smash Blake, who moves quickly to punch Kain right in the nuts. The color drains from Kain’s face as the blood begins to gush out from shattered testicles. Kain doubles over, allowing Blake a quick uppercut to the throat to crush the adam’s apple.
Blake watches as Kain falls to the floor, coughing up blood.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I thought that I was dying, Kain? What happened to that?
Blake stomps the side of Kain’s face to smash it between his foot and the stone floor. Kain spits out teeth and blood, still choking from the crushed windpipe.
Blake squats down by Kain as he is chokes on his own blood. He pats Kain on the cheek.
BLAKE LUTHOR: I think I’m making it to my match with James Raymond and Lio. What do you think? Do you think anymore? Kain?
Blake sits back up onto the cot, watching as guards come to take the newly deceased Kain away. One hands cash to the other, laughing at some joke. They had apparently knew that this fight was going to happen and placed a wager on the outcome. Blake just shrugs. It’s not like this hasn’t happened before and it wasn’t like this wasn’t going to happen again.
BLAKE LUTHOR: James Raymond and Lio. Guess what I’m going to be doing in prison? Training to face you fuckers. I’ll have a lot of free time to do so. Enjoy your last days of not being in a hospital…