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Force of Will; RP 1: The C-4 Deathmatch!
Topic Started: Oct 4 2011, 11:05 PM (187 Views)
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A green bottle shatters on the ground and the only thing that stays intact is the label of the bottle, a yellow Cutty Sark label stays intact, as we look up to see the source of the smashed bottle as one Nathan Blaster. He looks to be about three sheets to the wind, as he cracks open another bottle, this one a bottle of Wild Turkey. Most of his face on the right side is still covered in bandages, but other than the fact that he's smashed, he is the picture of perfect health.

His heavy drinking began shortly after his tirade on New Friday Nights against Bombtrack, and started getting heavier after the findings from the police department came to the conclusion that Chris Weber, better known as Bombtrack, had been the culprit in the arson of his father's ranch home and barn. His father called him with the news, and shortly after that, Nathan began his trek from New York to Boston via railway in hopes of finding his vengence. The trip wasn't very long, about two hours between the cities, and he had spent most of that trip getting himself smashed beyond belief. His head wasn't thinking clearly about anything other than to gain some sort of vengence against the man who had destroyed his personal life.

His life was already starting to come undone. His girlfriend had committed suicide, as had fellow wrestler Kayla Jade. He was trying to come to terms with that, when the fire occured. His girlfriend's surviving daughter was still fighting for her life in the ICU in Billings, almost two months later. Tommy, his dead brother's son, had recovered from his burns, though he will have some scars from his heroics. It was good to have scars like that. When that kid grows up, every girl he'll meet will ask about those horrendous scars, and when he tells them the truth about them, they will all look past those scars and love the person that he is, or was, should he turn out to be a douchebag. It's too early to tell what kind of person Tommy will become...

But the scars that Nathan has now, the torn ear, the burn scars, his raspy voice, and the eye lacking pigmentation, those were NOT from any heroics in the ring or out of it. But rather, they were put there by a vindictive and evil embodiment disguised as a man. Bombtrack did it because he HAD to prove that he could one-up Nathan. And now it has come to one more match at one more Pay Per View in one more city. One more chance to steal the show and one more chance to put Bombtrack on his backside for another win. But that's the thing. No matter how many times he beat the unholy hell out of Bombtrack, it was never enough to put the man away. He lingered, like a bad fart, he was always around, stinking up the place and making it uncomfortable for Nathan to continue on.

So now it has come to this. Nathan, a brutal drunk even before he had crossed paths with Bombtrack, as he walks through a Wal-Mart parking lot. The people as he passes them crunching their faces at the smell of Nathan, the smell of booze coming off of him in offensive waves. He continues to walk through the parking lot as he ignores their faces, their comments about how there are public decency laws against public drunkeness and open bottles. Nathan takes a heavy pull off of the fifth of Wild Turkey as he continues to make his way to his final destination, which was so close he could smell it. It wreaked of the same evil he had been facing for the better part of seven or eight months. Ever since he had made headway in the Key to Excellence match so many months ago. Back when Nathan's career showed promise. Promise that perhaps a new face in the Main Event picture would change the focus of New Era Wrestling to someone who wasn't so self-interested.

But instead, he got locked into a pissing contest with Bombtrack! Fucking Bombtrack! Instead of moving forward and making himself a viable contender for the World Title, he got locked into a seemingly never-ending battle with Bombtrack! Granted, the fans loved how much these two always put on a great show and brought the house down, but these battles were weighing heavily on Nathan. Weighing heavily enough on him to become a public drunk while contemplating what to do next, as he stops and rests his eyes on the home of Bombtrack...

Nathan raises the bottle of Wild Turkey to his mouth and takes another heavy pull, draining the bottle of its caramel liquid, before flinging the bottle against the mobile home of Bombtrack, smashing a window on the RV in the process. Nathan then rushes full-speed into the side of the trailer in a vain attempt to either smash a hole into the side, or perhaps tip the trailer. He fails in his attempt, despite his tremendous size and strength. The best he does is he leaves a large dent into the side of the trailer as the trailer rocks back and forth on its wheels. Nathan then launches a full-scale attack on the trailer, punches, kicks and his entire body crashes into the trailer, as the trailer shakes and trembles as he smashes every window and dents the sides of the trailer. Nathan then spots the tow hitch to the trailer, and he quickly winds it so that the trailer rises higher into the air. Nathan then lifts one side of the trailer, trying in vain to tip the trailer into the air. Several people are now witnessing this event, as several skater punks walk up and say...



Skater Leader: Hey, you're that wrestler guy! The one who had his head blown up!

Big Skater: Dude! That was intense!

Smaller Skater: Badass!

Skater Leader: Let's help this guy out!


Nathan just looks in the direction of the kids. He's unable to focus on the kids, as the booze and the force he's exerting on lifting the trailer makes it hard for him to do anything else. All of a sudden, four more people start in on lifting the trailer, as the skater punks begin to help out Nathan. A few more people, who are now aware of who this is, begins to help out Nathan's cause, as a few more people help to lift and tip this trailer over. The resounding crash from when the trailer tips over and starts to break apart makes all the helpers run from the damages caused and the loud, crashing noise. Nathan instead stands his ground, as he now climbs on top of the tipped over trailer and yanks on the handle of the door. The door was unlocked, and Nathan flings the door open. He jumps inside of the vehicle and looks around. He finds that Bombtrack was an immense slob. Food and beverage stains were on every surface he could see, along with dirty clothes, beer bottles and dishes were all over the place. A cloud of dust and ashes were in the air, as Nathan coughs a bit from the airborne pollutants. Nathan turns his attention to the stove, and he gets a nasty idea in his head.

Nathan turns on the burners, and they come to light, as the flames rise upward from the sides of the burners. Nathan picks up a dirty pair of jeans and sets them on fire, tossing them into the back of the trailer. He takes a t-shirt and does the same thing, gapping out the buring clothes. He does this with every scrap of clothing he can, before he sees the mattress in the back of the trailer start to go up abruptly. He hears the din of the crowd outside of the trailer, as the destructive Bostonians cheer on Nathan's destructive path. Nathan tries to get himself out of the vehicle, but his hand slips from the doorway. The flames start closing in on him. Nathan tries one more time to get himself out through the door, this time succeeding in raising himself out. As he looks out, he sees that a few security vehicles have arrived at the scene, the strobelights of blue flashing all around. Nathan clumsily rolls off of the trailer, as a few people go to help him up. As they help him up, however, they strengthen their grip on him. They were the security guards!!!

Nathan begins to thrash around, swinging the security personnel around as if they were rag dolls. A small, impish man goes flying, as the chunky security guard holds on dearly. Nathan picks the fat man up with little effort, and body slams him onto the concrete parking lot. A third person comes up and hits him with a Tazer. This only enrages Blaster, as he turns around and slams his fist into a balding man's face. The rent-a-cops were pissing him off, as he grunts and groans like a wounded animal. He continues to fight the security guards off, as the skater punks start to throw down as well. More of the crowd begins to fight randomly with other people, as a full-scale riot ensues. This abruptly ends, as the propane tanks on the trailer explodes. Everyone then runs for the nearest cover, avoiding the sharapnel from the tanks. Several people scream, some from the fear, others from the pain. After the second tank explodes, the crowd starts to frenzy more, mostly out of fear...

Police and fire truck sirens are then heard from the distance, as Nathan regains his feet. He then starts to bolt from the scene. He continues to run, as he feels the burn of all the booze he had consumed start rising into his esophogus. He begins to vomit, but he doesn't stop. He had realized that he had committed a horrendous crime. Vandalism, arson, battery, resisting arrest, inciting a riot, public drunkeness and several more crimes were among the list of offenses against man and God. It felt good. Was this how Bombtrack felt after all the atrocities he's committed against any and all people who crossed his path?

He continued to run, even though his body screamed at him to stop. He continued to run, his willpower stronger than his body. It was that willpower that he would take into his next match, as he had taken into every match just like this. The C-4 Death Match was one of the most dangerous matches any man could ever partake in, and Blaster had been in a few of these matches in Japan, though he was a much younger man. Of course, he made up for it by experience, and he was in much better physical shape now more than ever. But it was that willpower that had carried him through those matches, just like it was the willpower of his soul that carried out the destruction and arson of Bombtrack's home. Twelve years of competing and travelling and all the blood and destruction he had left behind him had been from the force of will he had exerted for so long. For the past month, that force of will was gone, as he fell victim to the likes of Psychosis and Kise Kazama in the ring. But now, that force of will had returned, if only to destroy the home of Bombtrack as a form of meager payback.

Nathan hopes this force of will stays with him, as he enters this match, perhaps his final match, with Bombtrack...
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