RP #6 - The Autopsy of Corey Black & ZMAC [Word Count 1000]
Jan 23, 2020 12:05:54 GMT -5
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Post by James Nightingale on Jan 23, 2020 12:05:54 GMT -5
Inside an autopsy suite of a local hospital lays a deceased mans body. A dozen medical students look on from the observation room as their professor stands next to the body.
Professor: We are about to undertake the autopsy of this gentleman. Today performing the autopsy is a special guest, please let me introduce you to Mr James Nightingale.
Nightingale walks into the autopsy suite dressed in blood stained scrubs carrying a duffel bag.
Professor: Welcome Mr Nightingale. I understand you have a lot of experience in this field.
Nightingale merely stares at the professor.
Professor: Ok... well I will leave you to begin. Students, I will return at the conclusion of the session and we will breakdown what you have learned today.
The professor leaves the room. Nightingale picks up a scalpel from the table and turns to the class.
Nightingale: Let the autopsy of Corey Black and Zombie McMorris begin.
The students look at each other in confusion.
Nightingale makes a large incision on the deceased’s abdomen. He puts his hand inside and after rummaging around pulls out the mans intestines.
Nightingale: These are guts, and do you know who does not have the guts to face me? COREY BLACK!!
A few students already look squeamish, one vomits into a bin.
Nightingale: That no good piece of shit does not have the guts to face me in the ring, I don’t even know if he will turn up this Sunday to defend his title. He has his head so far up managements ass that I’m sure he has heard about my verbal tirade yesterday in Camila’s office! And has he even responded? NO! Because he is a gutless piece of shit who is running scared from me, grasping onto that Hardcore Title as tightly as he can because come Sunday I’ll be ripping it out of those fucking hands of his. He is one of the biggest pieces of shit in this business, and I know what shit is because these guts are filled with them!
Nightingale drops the guts on the floor and moves to the foot of the patient. He grabs the deceased’s bollocks and hacks away at them until they come away free in his hand.
Nightingale: It is fact that Black simply does not have the fucking balls to stand across the ring from The Angel of Death.
Nightingale throws the bollocks against the window of the observation room, sticking to the glass. One student faints, others run for the door but it’s locked.
Nightingale: I locked that door already so get your ass’s back in your seats.
They reluctantly sit back down. Nightingale puts the scalpel down and picks up a bone saw. He cracks open the deceased’s chest to reveal cancer riddled lungs. After taking a moment to cut inside the chest he pulls out the lungs and holds them up.
Nightingale: These lungs are riddled with cancer. Zombie McMorris, that lousy, bottom feeding motherfucker is the biggest cancer in this business. Everything that leaves his mouth is utter crap, he is full of smack talk and threats but when it comes down to it he is past his prime, clinging onto what remnants of the lousy career he has just like a cancer patient clinging to their life when in truth someone should just put a pillow over their face. Without that barbed wired bat you are nothing you piece of shit, how about once I pull it out of your ass after you’ve blown your old man I cave in your fucking skull with it! You are a cancer ZMAC and I am chemotherapy, I am the surgeon with the blade who will eradicate you from existence!
He throws the lungs on the ground and pulls both a hunting knife and and axe out from his bag. The students scream and cry in fear.
Nightingale: This kids is the most important part of your lesson today so pay attention or I will come back there and fuck you all up! Now trust me when I say there would be nothing more pleasurable then caving in that fucking cancer riddled piece of shit ZMAC’s head in with his own bat or leave his head on a spike for the world to see the end of his worthless career. But I have seen The Walking Dead and I know that you have to kill a zombies brain to truly kill him.
Nightingale places the axe on the table and turns the deceased’s head to the side, plunging the knife through his ear into his brain.
Nightingale: There... the Zombie is dead, I have spared you all by euthanising the cancer from Action Wrestling. You are all very welcome. When I do this to ZMAC on Sunday, his mouth will be firmly shut for good and the already irrelevant cunt will be no more.
He pulls the knife out and tosses it aside, he then picks up the axe. He violently hacks away at the neck of the diseased, blood spraying everywhere, covering himself as the head finally drops to the floor. He bends down and picks up the severed head, staring at it.
Nightingale: Corey Black, this will be your fate come Sunday. Your overrated career will come crashing down, your pathetic title reign will come to an end and a new king will be crowned. You think I am like you, I am nothing like you, you have no chance of beating me at my own game. Move on over you son of a bitch because the king is dead, long live the king and your new Hardcore Champion, James Nightingale!
Nightingale looks to the observation room with the sadistic smile on his face.
Nightingale: Class dismissed!
The door opens and the professor walks in, quickly overwhelmed with shock at the horrific scene he has just discovered. Nightingale turns and walks past him with the axe and through the door, placing the severed head in the professors hands as he leaves.
Professor: We are about to undertake the autopsy of this gentleman. Today performing the autopsy is a special guest, please let me introduce you to Mr James Nightingale.
Nightingale walks into the autopsy suite dressed in blood stained scrubs carrying a duffel bag.
Professor: Welcome Mr Nightingale. I understand you have a lot of experience in this field.
Nightingale merely stares at the professor.
Professor: Ok... well I will leave you to begin. Students, I will return at the conclusion of the session and we will breakdown what you have learned today.
The professor leaves the room. Nightingale picks up a scalpel from the table and turns to the class.
Nightingale: Let the autopsy of Corey Black and Zombie McMorris begin.
The students look at each other in confusion.
Nightingale makes a large incision on the deceased’s abdomen. He puts his hand inside and after rummaging around pulls out the mans intestines.
Nightingale: These are guts, and do you know who does not have the guts to face me? COREY BLACK!!
A few students already look squeamish, one vomits into a bin.
Nightingale: That no good piece of shit does not have the guts to face me in the ring, I don’t even know if he will turn up this Sunday to defend his title. He has his head so far up managements ass that I’m sure he has heard about my verbal tirade yesterday in Camila’s office! And has he even responded? NO! Because he is a gutless piece of shit who is running scared from me, grasping onto that Hardcore Title as tightly as he can because come Sunday I’ll be ripping it out of those fucking hands of his. He is one of the biggest pieces of shit in this business, and I know what shit is because these guts are filled with them!
Nightingale drops the guts on the floor and moves to the foot of the patient. He grabs the deceased’s bollocks and hacks away at them until they come away free in his hand.
Nightingale: It is fact that Black simply does not have the fucking balls to stand across the ring from The Angel of Death.
Nightingale throws the bollocks against the window of the observation room, sticking to the glass. One student faints, others run for the door but it’s locked.
Nightingale: I locked that door already so get your ass’s back in your seats.
They reluctantly sit back down. Nightingale puts the scalpel down and picks up a bone saw. He cracks open the deceased’s chest to reveal cancer riddled lungs. After taking a moment to cut inside the chest he pulls out the lungs and holds them up.
Nightingale: These lungs are riddled with cancer. Zombie McMorris, that lousy, bottom feeding motherfucker is the biggest cancer in this business. Everything that leaves his mouth is utter crap, he is full of smack talk and threats but when it comes down to it he is past his prime, clinging onto what remnants of the lousy career he has just like a cancer patient clinging to their life when in truth someone should just put a pillow over their face. Without that barbed wired bat you are nothing you piece of shit, how about once I pull it out of your ass after you’ve blown your old man I cave in your fucking skull with it! You are a cancer ZMAC and I am chemotherapy, I am the surgeon with the blade who will eradicate you from existence!
He throws the lungs on the ground and pulls both a hunting knife and and axe out from his bag. The students scream and cry in fear.
Nightingale: This kids is the most important part of your lesson today so pay attention or I will come back there and fuck you all up! Now trust me when I say there would be nothing more pleasurable then caving in that fucking cancer riddled piece of shit ZMAC’s head in with his own bat or leave his head on a spike for the world to see the end of his worthless career. But I have seen The Walking Dead and I know that you have to kill a zombies brain to truly kill him.
Nightingale places the axe on the table and turns the deceased’s head to the side, plunging the knife through his ear into his brain.
Nightingale: There... the Zombie is dead, I have spared you all by euthanising the cancer from Action Wrestling. You are all very welcome. When I do this to ZMAC on Sunday, his mouth will be firmly shut for good and the already irrelevant cunt will be no more.
He pulls the knife out and tosses it aside, he then picks up the axe. He violently hacks away at the neck of the diseased, blood spraying everywhere, covering himself as the head finally drops to the floor. He bends down and picks up the severed head, staring at it.
Nightingale: Corey Black, this will be your fate come Sunday. Your overrated career will come crashing down, your pathetic title reign will come to an end and a new king will be crowned. You think I am like you, I am nothing like you, you have no chance of beating me at my own game. Move on over you son of a bitch because the king is dead, long live the king and your new Hardcore Champion, James Nightingale!
Nightingale looks to the observation room with the sadistic smile on his face.
Nightingale: Class dismissed!
The door opens and the professor walks in, quickly overwhelmed with shock at the horrific scene he has just discovered. Nightingale turns and walks past him with the axe and through the door, placing the severed head in the professors hands as he leaves.