Post by Austin Gale on Oct 28, 2016 2:15:59 GMT -5
Murderer. He always did hate that word. Maybe vigilante was a better choice. Or harbinger. But not murderer. Nothing pissed Austin off more than being called a murderer. Dr. Wellington made that mistake and look where it got him. A crumpled and bloody mess at Austin’s feet. Things were not getting better for him either. Austin was still raining down punches on the broken and unconscious man. Blood splashes onto his face with each strike. Finally stopping to catch his breath, Austin catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His shirt was soaked in blood and his hair was disheveled.
Austin: “Well this just won’t do."
Stepping over the now lifeless body, Austin makes his way to the sink in the corner. Removing his shirt, he begins to scrub himself clean.
Austin: “Listen Dr. Wellington. I’m not a murderer. I just simply know how to take matters into my own hands. I know how to deal with those who cross me. It’s not murder it’s just smart business. You understand that, don’t you?”
Austin turns and glances over his shoulder at the body of Dr. Wellington. Smirking he turns back to the mirror and begins to adjust his hair.
Austin: “Of course not. If you understood smart business, you wouldn’t be in this position. You made me do this and now you have left me to clean up this mess. How bothersome."
Still shirtless, Austin makes his way over to the door. Throwing it open he looks around at the stunned faces in the waiting room. This was going to cost some money.
Austin: “First things first, $50,000 to everyone if you keep your mouths shut. Second, anyone who rushes in there, cleans up the mess and doesn’t say a word gets an extra $100,000."
Everyone in the room springs to their feet and runs towards the room. It’s a good thing he was sent to see a psychiatrist who was known for only dealing with criminals. As the last man is about to enter the room, Austin grabs him and pulls him aside.
Austin: “I have a special deal for you. I will raise your total to $200,000 if you one, tell me everything there is to know about the former PAW wrestler S.O.B. And two, give me your shirt."
The man nods as he starts to pull off his shirt. He hands it over to Austin who immediately pulls it on. The purple Toronto Raptors shirt in no way matched his crisp black suit pants but it would have to do.
Man: “For starters, his name is Samuel Orville Buchanan. That’s where he gets the abbreviation S.O.B."
Austin: “Sammy Buchanan. Must have been named by his mother because I would bet his father wouldn’t give him that name. If he even knew his father. I’d be willing to bet his mother doesn’t even know who the father is. What else."
Man: “He grew up in Tennessee and has yet to get a win in any big promotion."
Austin: “A black man growing up in Tennessee. I bet he knows how to take a beating. Apparently it didn’t teach him how to fight if he hasn’t got a win yet. Hate to break it to you Sammy but that streak is going to continue. I’ll be beating you black and...well, I’ll be beating you blue. Anything else of importance?”
Man: “Yeah, his finisher is a DDT."
Austin: “A DDT? The first move every child learns to do on a trampoline? Pathetic. Thanks for the info. Now why don’t you run along inside and earn your pay. Tell the rest of them that their cheques will be out here on the counter."
The man nods as he runs inside the room and begins to work cleaning the rug. Austin smirks, closing the door to the office behind him. He slowly paces towards the exit as he takes another moment to adjust his hair.
Austin: “A smart business man gets half of his pay up front. You never know when your customer is just going to walk and screw you over."
As he opens up the exit, Austin reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone. Clearing his throat, he puts on his best nervous voice before dialing 911.
Austin: “Hello? Send the police! I’m at the psychiatrist on the corner of 9th and Adelaide. I don’t know what happened. All of the patients rushed the room and attacked the doctor. I think...I think he’s dead. They’re coming for me too. Help!”
Austin throws the phone on the ground and immediately stomps on it. Adjusting his hair again, Austin walks out and closes the exit behind him. Nobody calls him a murderer. It hasn’t ended well for everyone. Even his opponents know better. S.O.B. will learn exactly what he could do. And after he’s done with him, Austin will walk his way into the main event and walk out with the title. Back in the room, one of the patients notices the camcorder set-up to record the sessions. Popping the tape out, he shoves it in his pocket.
Man: “This is going to be great on Youtube."
Austin: “Well this just won’t do."
Stepping over the now lifeless body, Austin makes his way to the sink in the corner. Removing his shirt, he begins to scrub himself clean.
Austin: “Listen Dr. Wellington. I’m not a murderer. I just simply know how to take matters into my own hands. I know how to deal with those who cross me. It’s not murder it’s just smart business. You understand that, don’t you?”
Austin turns and glances over his shoulder at the body of Dr. Wellington. Smirking he turns back to the mirror and begins to adjust his hair.
Austin: “Of course not. If you understood smart business, you wouldn’t be in this position. You made me do this and now you have left me to clean up this mess. How bothersome."
Still shirtless, Austin makes his way over to the door. Throwing it open he looks around at the stunned faces in the waiting room. This was going to cost some money.
Austin: “First things first, $50,000 to everyone if you keep your mouths shut. Second, anyone who rushes in there, cleans up the mess and doesn’t say a word gets an extra $100,000."
Everyone in the room springs to their feet and runs towards the room. It’s a good thing he was sent to see a psychiatrist who was known for only dealing with criminals. As the last man is about to enter the room, Austin grabs him and pulls him aside.
Austin: “I have a special deal for you. I will raise your total to $200,000 if you one, tell me everything there is to know about the former PAW wrestler S.O.B. And two, give me your shirt."
The man nods as he starts to pull off his shirt. He hands it over to Austin who immediately pulls it on. The purple Toronto Raptors shirt in no way matched his crisp black suit pants but it would have to do.
Man: “For starters, his name is Samuel Orville Buchanan. That’s where he gets the abbreviation S.O.B."
Austin: “Sammy Buchanan. Must have been named by his mother because I would bet his father wouldn’t give him that name. If he even knew his father. I’d be willing to bet his mother doesn’t even know who the father is. What else."
Man: “He grew up in Tennessee and has yet to get a win in any big promotion."
Austin: “A black man growing up in Tennessee. I bet he knows how to take a beating. Apparently it didn’t teach him how to fight if he hasn’t got a win yet. Hate to break it to you Sammy but that streak is going to continue. I’ll be beating you black and...well, I’ll be beating you blue. Anything else of importance?”
Man: “Yeah, his finisher is a DDT."
Austin: “A DDT? The first move every child learns to do on a trampoline? Pathetic. Thanks for the info. Now why don’t you run along inside and earn your pay. Tell the rest of them that their cheques will be out here on the counter."
The man nods as he runs inside the room and begins to work cleaning the rug. Austin smirks, closing the door to the office behind him. He slowly paces towards the exit as he takes another moment to adjust his hair.
Austin: “A smart business man gets half of his pay up front. You never know when your customer is just going to walk and screw you over."
As he opens up the exit, Austin reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone. Clearing his throat, he puts on his best nervous voice before dialing 911.
Austin: “Hello? Send the police! I’m at the psychiatrist on the corner of 9th and Adelaide. I don’t know what happened. All of the patients rushed the room and attacked the doctor. I think...I think he’s dead. They’re coming for me too. Help!”
Austin throws the phone on the ground and immediately stomps on it. Adjusting his hair again, Austin walks out and closes the exit behind him. Nobody calls him a murderer. It hasn’t ended well for everyone. Even his opponents know better. S.O.B. will learn exactly what he could do. And after he’s done with him, Austin will walk his way into the main event and walk out with the title. Back in the room, one of the patients notices the camcorder set-up to record the sessions. Popping the tape out, he shoves it in his pocket.
Man: “This is going to be great on Youtube."