Post by Der Metzger on Feb 6, 2021 21:00:48 GMT -5
W̷E̷D̷/̷3̷/̷F̷E̷B̷/̷/̷0̷9̷0̷5̷/̷E̷S̷T̷ Following Revolution, Der Metzger was returned to his secure room back in Castle Rock, Maine. Twiztid Insane is working diligently to expand the legacy of Juggalo TV. Void is fighting all sides of a war within himself. Dr. Royce is in his office, watching a shadow box being set in place to house the AW United States Championship in between live events. Pete Harper enters the room in a huff. Before he can say anything, Dr. Royce holds up his hand. [ROYCE] "Peter. Breathe. Close your eyes. Count to zehn. Then have a seat." Harper does as advised, as Royce sits down at his desk. [ROYCE] "Okay. Now. What is the matter?" [HARPER] "I think you already know. It's Der Metzger's match next week." [ROYCE] "He and Twiztid Insane team up for the first time since Thanksgiving… and against two men who also concluded a violent feud on that day. It should prove to be a smooth victory for Devil's Gate." [HARPER] "At your request, I've done my best to avoid Frank Lowe… but that's just not possible anymore. I can't stand that motherfu--" Royce holds up his hand again. [ROYCE] "I understand your frustration, Peter. He was involved in the untimely demise of your cousin and--" [HARPER] "NO! He KILLED my cousin! He and his goons buried him… and poured concrete over the casket! They got away with MURDER! Then that orange demon PARDONED him before retreating to his golf course!" [ROYCE] "You are entitled to your feelings. Use your personal connection to this matter to prepare Der Metzger for the OG Bishop Battlebowl Memorial. He was just returned to his room from some time in the gym." Royce motions to the door and Harper nods his head, then he exits the office. He makes his way to Der Metzger's room and tells the guard to let him in. [GUARD] "I'm sorry, sir. That's against protocol." [HARPER] "Völkermord." The guard nods his head, and he unlocks the door. Harper enters and the door is locked behind him. The room is dimly lit; the tiny window covered by drawings of the monsters in Der Metzger's head. Our U.S. Champion is on his bed, cutting up paper dolls before ripping their fucking heads off. He looks up at Harper. [METZGER] "Ich wusste, dass du kommen würdest…" [HARPER] "Der Metzger, you've already gone above and beyond what's been asked of you. Earning the United States Championship came ahead of schedule and Dr. Royce was forced to adjust your treatment. Next week, you will be teaming with Twiztid Insane in the first round of the OG Bishop Battlebowl Memorial Tournament. While most teams were randomized or set up to incite disagreement between partners, you two are fortunate to already be part of a team. Your opponents are Matthias Mintzel and--" Der Metzger tosses his paper dolls and gets up, moving closer to Harper while grunting. [HARPER] "Yes, I am aware of your connection to Mintzel. You grew up two hours from his hometown, and watched him perform early in his career. There's even a note in your file that Mintzel was one of your inspirations when you started training. Der Schmetterling left Germany and took on the world, though it wasn't long before he found a new dream. You had your own dream… and that was to one day have a match against your childhood hero. What we need you to do, Der Metzger… is to transform your dream into his nightmare. He cannot be allowed to advance in the tournament. His focus should be on his Hardcore Championship… and then retirement. If the opportunity presents itself for you to help alleviate either of those situations… take it. Take everything from him… but take more from his partner." Der Metzger tilts his head. [HARPER] "Frank… Lowe…" Der Metzger grabs Harper by the throat and shoves him up against the wall. The door swings open and the guard rushes in, but Harper waves him off. Harper puts his hand on Der Metzger's arm, then nods his head. The clutch is released and Der Metzger backs off. [HARPER] "I need you to take… everything... from that man. He took my mentor… my cousin… my best friend. He killed Raging Dead and nobody stood up to him. Not that punk kid Derrick. Not even his wife Sara. I need you to put him down like the stray mutt he is. He doesn't deserve the freedom he has been given to walk this earth… and you're the man to get the job done." [METZGER] "Warum machst du das nicht?" [HARPER] "Because you have nothing to lose. You are but a ghost, roaming this physical plain. You have no family. You don't matter. You are expendable, Der Metzger. Merely an experiment on the human psyche. There were many before you and there will be many to come." Der Metzger grunts and sits back down on his bed, hanging his head in silence. [HARPER] "You still have so much work to do for us, Der Metzger. Your reign as U.S. Champion has only just begun. This tournament presents a clear path to becoming the final entrant in the Havoc Rumble, which then earns you a World Championship Match at Evolution. Continue to do as instructed… and you will truly be The Maine Event." Harper steps toward him. [HARPER] "Fail us… and you'll be needing a bodybag. And--" Harper is interrupted when his cell phone vibrates. He pulls it out and swipes open a notification. Zu nichts verblassen. |