Ascension 129: Tony Mancini vs Big Bad Roady
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"I'm not supposed to say anything to you, guy...." Zero lit a cigarette then threw the lighter on the floor in front of the passenger seat, "...but it looks like Duran is set to kill your ass today. Heh heh heh."
Big Bad Roady closed his eyes, he was expecting this, it was going to happen eventually, especially with a blood lust like Duran. They drove in silence for ten minutes, caught in some heavy Toronto traffic.
"Do you might if we could listen to a little music on the way? Something to calm my soul before he stabs me to death would be nice." AIR CONDITIONING would be nice too, I'm sweating like a...like a guy who sweats a whole bunch... but I better not push it, these Death Agents are as bad as Duran himself.
"Sure, why not?" Zero played with the radio as they stopped at a red light in a huge line up of traffic again......
Zero started hammering on the dash with his fingers, drumming along to the heavy metal song blaring in the car.
BigRoad tapped his shoulder, "Hey, nothing against this music, but I was hoping for something ALOT lighter."
Zero opened the glove compartment, he took out a .44 Magnum hand gun then turned in his seat. He pointed it at BigRoad's head. Zero's blank expression and dead eyes (surrounded by tattoo's and scars) signaled that this was the end for BigRoad, he started to squeeze the trigger when a station wagon pulled up next to them in the traffic. A little boy from the back seat looked over, dropping his Voltron toy with a wide eyed, shocked expression. Zero smirked, he dropped the gun on the passenger seat and played with the radio again....
"Damn! I love this song! You've gone too far this timyum, but I'm DANCIN on de Valentine! Nuh nuh nuh nuh ya, somethin borderline!"
BigRoad's sweat covered face just slowly nodded, "This will do." He squeaked out over the noise. They continued to wade through the heavy traffic until they got to the industrial sections of Toronto, the air was thick with rotten egg smell and pollution. Zero pulled into a dirt covered lot surrounded by larger factories, an old pool hall was wedged in between the factories, right in the shadows, away from the public eye. A few motorcycles blared and pulled out of the lot as they parked. The crude Skull's Angles sign was prominent over the front entrance. Jeff had saved the picture on his cellphone and played with the image, but he was RPing from his laptop so he couldn't get access to it... Perhaps another time! Jeff yelled at the computer screen, kind of angry.
"Can we get back to me, Jeff?" BigRoad asked as they walked towards the rundown looking club.
Zero ushered Big Bad Roady into the smoke filled air of the club, bikers were hanging around the pool tables and the bar, smoking, drinking, having a good time. The Native American bartender nodded and a Death Agent kicked open a door to the back, Zero and BigRoad walked by all the curious eyes of the gang members, they made their way into the secret room and the door closed.
They were in a large office area, several gang members were over to the right, holding various pieces of wood and planks. Behind them was a large machine with a big winch on it. Vanessa Roady was standing over to the left next to a large LED screen that had blank squares across the screen, she looked like she was dressed up and ready to go out on a date. Dominating the back wall was a huge, skull carved oak desk with guns, hash, cocaine and books all over it. Zero took his place at the left of the desk, two other Death Agents stood on the right. A muscular tattooed woman stood behind them, the swivel chair spun around behind the desk to reveal Duran Blackburn.
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"Welcome, Big Bad Roady. Did you see who I have with me today? Your sister was kind enough to allow us to kidnap her and take her here against her will." Duran waved towards Vanessa. She gave her brother a worried look, BigRoad tried to stay tough in front of his sister, he didn't reply and stared back at Duran.
"We've had a long time to talk, me n her. See, she's older than she looks, damn fine lookin piece of ass if ya ask me." Duran watched BigRoad's expression, it didn't change so he continued, "She's been tryin to come up with a way to save your life, even going so far as to let me take her life instead of yours. But I don't care, I'm using her to get to your Wrestling friend Mark Keaton. Me an yer boss are gonna have a few words and I guarantee you it won't go like last time. You see Big Bad Roady, I've been listening to some of the boys who watch that combat fighting, wrestling thing you do on television, you're going to be the enforcer guy outside the ring, the manager or whatever at Kingdom Come. There's a chance you won't make it to that event. I haven't killed a man in five days, that's a pretty long time for me. So it's time we start this thing."
Duran stood up and pressed a button, the LED screen lit up next to Vanessa.
"We're going to play a little game. Your sister will decide if you live or die. This should be entertaining as hell."
"Duran, listen, why can't we just..."
The muscular Skull's Angel's biker chick ran over and punched Vanessa hard in the face, knocking her to the floor. The burly, tattooed covered woman started kicking her hard and leaning in for vicious overhead rights to Vanessa's arms.
"Alright, stop! Let's get this over with!" BigRoad roared, it startled everyone in the room at how loud it was, like a bear roaring.
Vanessa gathered herself and stood up next to the LED screen, she didn't have a mark on her, she was a tough girl.
Duran smiled, he looked at Vanessa, "Pick a letter."
Vanessa gulped, she opened her mouth then decided against it, she thought for a moment. The blank four words remained on the screen.
"A!" She blurted out suddenly.
There was a jingle of a correct letter as it appeared in the third word. Vanessa tried to subdue her happiness as tears welled up in her eyes.
BigRoad's mouth fell open.... OH MY GOD, the guys next to me are holding planks and stuff....we're playing real life HANGMAN!! She's TERRIBLE at word games!!!!!
Duran nodded, "Well? Pick again, remember, no clues. You lose, your brother is dead."
Vanessa bit her lower lip, "T."
A red light came on over the gang members to BigRoad's right, with all the planks and equipment. A loud -BUZZ!- also blared, two of the bikers jumped into action, they moved BigRoad out of the way then moved a large square pallet in his place, they ordered him to step up on the platform. He complied.
Duran smiled at BigRoad's worried expression. "Pick again."
Vanessa stared at her brother, she had tears running down her cheeks now. She had memories of her brother just killing her at word games when they were little, one such game they were playing now, all these years later....
She let out a breath. As did her brother. Duran let out a sigh, he waved his hand for her to hurry up and pick again.
The gang quickly assembled behind BigRoad, they fit a steel supported pole into a pre-drilled hole in the pallet, they dropped it in and screwed it into a hole in the floor of the room.
BigRoad tried to control his breathing.
"Heh heh heh, pick again."
"Ummm, ugh....D!" Vanessa covered her face.
The gang attached a thick rope with a noose that hung down next to BigRoad, they pressed a button on the machine and it hummed to life, the winch moved for a second to tighten the slack on the rope a little.
Vanessa was crying in her hands now, nearly hysterical.
"Listen Sis, just relax and THINK, you'll be alright!"
Duran slammed his fist on his desk, "Shut up! You're not allowed to talk to her during this game! PICK A LETTER!"
Duran motioned again for her to pick.
Vanessa bit her lower lip again, long streaks of black eye liner marked her cheeks , "O."
Duran barked at her to hurry up.
"Ummm, ugh...come on now...think.... I'll pick D."
The gang fit the noose around BigRoad's neck, another gang member opened the panel and turned the power on to the knobs and levers. One was lit up in -UP- and the other -DOWN- He held his finger over the UP button and smiled, awaiting the next screw up. BigRoad gulped.
This is it, no more wrong answers, the next one and I'm going straight up until I can't breath anymore. Come on sis, if there was ever a time to win at a word game, today is that time!
Duran leaned on his desk with his elbows, totally into the game now, he smiled wickedly... "Pick a letter."
Vanessa stared at the screen, hoping the problem would solve for her, she thought hard but couldn't form the sentence, she had to pick another letter...
"M!" She screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks, she stared at the screen, desperately hoping there was an M that would pop up.
All the gang members let out an -AWWW!-
Duran punched the air, hoping she got it wrong. BigRoad's breathing was rapid now. Vanessa the same, nervous and still trying to figure out the sentence.
"Alright sweet tits, pick a letter!" The whole gang laughed, money was being passed around now, Duran sat back in his chair, he put his hands behind his head, ready to watch BigRoad get winched to his death.
Vanessa studied the screen, I can't screw up...what IS this sentence anyway? I can't let this noise distract me....OMG...I have no idea! I'm going to have to go with N, ya, that's a good one, there has to be an N in there...
"O.K, I'm going with....." She stopped, wide eyed as realized something.
"WILL YOU MARRY ME!!!!? IT'S WILL YOU MARRY ME!?!?!"
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DING DING DING DING DING!!!!!
Vanessa jumped up and down, excited she saved her brothers life. BigRoad felt the noose come off his neck and he let out the biggest sigh of his life. The tattooed Skull's Angel's woman turned and ran at Duran, she screamed YES and they kissed behind the desk. All the gang members clapped for them.
"Congrats toots, now don't you have a date to get to? As for you BOB Roady, your time will come, that I promise you. Now get the hell out of here and go play your wrestling games."
Big Bad Roady stumbled out of the club, he breathed the rotten egg smelling air and realized that it was a hell of a lot better than the air inside the club. He watched his sister get into a cab, she closed the door as she fixed her make up, she turned and caught her brothers gaze, he mouthed the words -thank you- she smiled and mouthed -Love you-.
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