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Vergeltung #2: Kein Spiel Für Mich
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Topic Started: Jul 28 2013, 03:59 AM (85 Views)
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Tombstone
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Jul 28 2013, 03:59 AM
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Rivers of evil Run through dying land Swimming in sorrow They kill, steal, and borrow There is no tomorrow For the sinners will be damned
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July 16th, 2013 Newark, New Jersey 9:35 am Newark-Wayne Community Hospital
The door buzzes and opens, allowing Marty Peters to step through. He lets out a yawn as he slowly walks through the ER wing, giving his eyes a wipe. It had been a long busy night for him. Seemed there was more calls than the hospital could keep up with at times. And every single call was something that wasn't simple. Gunshot wounds, stabbings, heart attacks. Anything that required precise timing was seemingly threw at them all throughout the night. But his shift was over now and all he could think about was grabbing a bite to eat from the cafeteria and going home and getting a little shut eye.
He turns a corner, letting out another yawn. He looks up ahead, seeing a familiar figure. He slows down a little bit, standing in the middle of the hallway. In a chair sat the large man from two nights ago. The wrestler Tombstone. He was still dressed in his tights and had a hospital gown on to cover his torso. A large gauze bandage was on his forehead, a bit of blood showing on it. Marty slowly approaches him, remembering the man's outburst when he entered the hospital the other night.
Marty: "Excuse me... mister?"
Tombstone slowly looks up at him. His eyes looked heavy, as if he hadn't slept in the 35 hours it had been since he arrived with his badly injured girlfriend. Marty ended up watching him for a few hours that night to make sure he got the medical attention he needed and to make sure he wasn't a 'threat' as Carol made him out to be.
Marty: "It's been almost a couple days since I last saw you. Any word on how your girlfriend's doing?"
Tombstone shakes his head, looking down to the floor.
Tombstone: "She's in surgery right now. Zee doktor said zat she should be out in a few hours. There was kranial pressure... or something like zat..."
Marty: "I understand. I hope she comes out okay. Say... you look like you haven't eaten in quite a while. You want to go to the cafeteria with me? They have really good sandwiches. You don't have to talk to me or anything. I just think you should get something to eat before you pass out."
Tombstone looks up at him, wearing no expression on his face. Marty begins to get a little uneasy as the big man's icy eyes look him over. Finally, he nods, standing up.
Tombstone: "Yes, I guess I should eat. Thank you...?"
Marty: "Marty. The name's Marty."
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The scene slowly fades in on the almost dark room. The same light is lit up in the back as a large figure sits in front of it, staring at the camera. Static runs over the screen every so often and the figure's voice begins to speak in German.
"<McCoy... Your attitude going into this match is most insulting. You seem to think this is a game. You seem to think I care about your so called relationship with RAW Randy Altzer. Let me tell you... this is not a game to me. You... RAW... Kyle... even the Wrecking Crew... you are all now in my sights. You can bring your new raccoon friends. You can even bring your old Fabulous Disaster friends. I welcome them all. Because there is only one thing on my mind...
Retribution.
You are just the first to pay for what was done two weeks ago. But it won't stop there. And to be honest... I don't know if it will ever stop. I don't know if the retribution I seek will ever be attained.
But I'm going to try my best to get it."
The static begins to overtake the scene until it was all that was left. And then, it slowly faded to black.
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