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Micheal Ahriman vs. Chad Vargas
Topic Started: May 6 2009, 02:08 PM (89 Views)
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Champion vs. Champion
- Non-Title Match -

Michael Ahriman vs. Chad Vargas


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Roleplay Deadline: Saturday May 16th 2009 at 11:59 PM
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The poster hanging on the power pole tells the story of how dangerous they consider me. They have posted my picture in every store, bank, and on every street corner in a 10,000 mile radius. I see the cops driving slowly down every street and taking a second look down every dark alley to make sure that I wasn’t there. I bet Dr. Jacobs is losing the part of his mind that I have yet to scar. I bet he is pacing back and forth, hoping that the phone rings and they tell him that they have gunned me down instead of capturing me. Dr. Jacobs knows that I will not quit and that I will not relent until everyone has faced their fate.

I take my eyes off of the poster and start to walk down the street. I see a cop car driving slowly in my direction. The smile hurts my face, and I don’t know why. I turn down into a dark alley way to dodge him. He didn’t see me, they never do. I stand there and wait for him to pass until I feel a tug on my left shoulder. I turn to be greeted by a hooker, wearing a pink jacket that wreaked of cheap perfume and sex. Her skirt had tears and everything in it. I looked at her arms and saw her track marks going all the way up. She grabs my face and pulls my lips onto hers. She tastes like cigarettes and vomit. She must be one of those that cannot take the hint to leave the mad man alone, but you cannot blame her. She needs her fix, and I need mine too. Too bad tonight, she will get the best high of her life. I push her off and grab her arm.

Hooker: “Baby, I can make all your fantasies a reality.”

I smile at her.

Hooker: “Come on, just say yes.”

I nod my head and plant my face into hers. It has been a while since I have felt a woman’s touch.

*You know how this is going to end*

I know how this is going to end. For her, her tragedy has just begun.

Hooker: “Come on. Lets go back to my club.”

I am assuming that by her club, she meant her pimp’s club. It wasn’t a far walk though. Not even a block. Just went up the street and turned left.

She takes me into this private room where men used to come and get a dance through glass. Apparently, a customer wanted a bit more than that tonight, seeing as the glass had been shattered.

I turned her around and started thrusting into her. She was so warm. Warm enough to make me flash back to the night.

*Fast or slow?*

I thought about all the ways I could kill her as I was thrusting in and out of her. I could cut her throat and listen to her suffer. I could just stab her in the back multiple times, but it would be too quick. I could strangle her with my bare hands and listen to her gasp for breath, but that would be too easy. I could crush her larynx as I choke her, but that again would be too easy, and not bloody enough. I want them to know that I was here and that I just started.

I turn her back around and put my hands over her mouth to keep her quiet. I am trying to act casual here, I don’t want her to know what I am really planning to do. She closes her eyes, which set me up perfectly. I pick up a piece of the broken glass and jab it in her stomach. Her eyes open wide. Blood starts to flow out of her mouth and through my fingers. I twist the glass in her stomach and start to turn her. I turn her completely around, and by the time her eyes lock mine, she was dead. I could tell with how her eyes were glazed over. I let go of her body and it falls in two different pieces. One part of her body was her chest neck and head, while the other part was her stomach and feet. Her intestines lay on the floor. I stick my hands in my pockets and act casual, yet again, as I walk out the door and out of the club.

As soon as I take a fresh breath of air, I feel a smile come across my face and for the first time since I got put away, I feel alive. I pull my hands out of my pockets and smell her blood. It’s a sweet smell, one I miss.

“It has been far too long since I have felt this way. I have been confined to nothing but walls for years now, but now my time has come.”

“Chad Vargas, you are next on my list of victims. Do not let the loss I suffered last week fool you, just like the loss you had a few weeks doesn’t fool me. A few weeks ago Vargas, I wouldn’t have taken you lightly, but now I do. I take this match as an easy victory for me. You are in the path of a demon, a dog, if you will. A rabid, fearless, heartless dog that has been let off the leash and allowed to play with other dogs. This dog is ready to play, and it smells your blood, and like a vampire, it craves it. It also craves the sounds of you screaming out in pain and praying to God above that the nightmare is over, but it will never be over Vargas. You have been hyped up pretty big here, but I am someone that doesn’t believe in hype. I do not want to hyped up because I want my actions to speak for themselves. I have heard your hype, and I have seen your action, and I am not impressed. I am not impressed by anything you do. I have seen your promos and I must say that God blessed you with a golden tongue. That is your only defense, Vargas. But, that golden tongue will not help you. In fact, it might get you in even more trouble. I might even take that tongue of yours and rip it right out of your mouth and watch you choke on your own blood. What would you have then Vargas? Absolutely nothing! Your career would be all but over because that tongue and that hype is all you have, and that is all you will ever have.”

“You really do not stand a chance against me Vargas. You never have, and you never will. You actually have a better chance at bringing back the Confederacy than you do at beating me you inbred piece of trailer trash. You might be Chad F’n Vargas, and that means as much as to me as that whores life I just took. I looked at your credentials, and I saw that you were a multiple time champion in other federations, but that was then and this is now, and as long as I am the champ, you will never hold it. The closest you will come to that title is when I take it and smash it over your head, causing you to have the proverbial crimson mask. After I am done beating you lifeless, I might leave something for your next opponent, and don’t hang on the word might because I am not as compassionate as my words let me be. So get ready Vargas, because your fall starts now.”

I pull the hood up over my head and start to walk down the street. Next stop, Exposed and my new life!
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