Post by Rage on Nov 26, 2008 12:59:50 GMT -6
Slowly the scene opens up within a major hospital just a few blocks away from the Philips Arena, the arena that is site which is hosting AWS’ Animosity, causing the town of Atlanta, Ga., to be abuzz with talk. Many injured and or those who are suffering from an illness sit in the nearly overflowing waiting room of the E.R., hoping that in just a mere matter of moments, their name would be called, and their would eyes will filled with relief as they locked onto the face of a smiling doctor. Alas, for on poor soul, they will be seeing a doctor, but a doctor of a different kind, a doctor with a PHD of not healing the sick or injured, but a doctor with a PHD to inflict as much pain and suffering possible on the human body, to with a sickening gleam of glee in his eye, to see how much pain one’s body can take before passing out.
John Larson, J.R.?
[/b]John Larson, J.R.?
Right here Doctor.
Slowly standing up, holding his arm close to his body, the young mane slowly walks over to the man that is wearing a set of dark green scrubs, and a surgical mask, which the young patient seems to pay not one ounce of attention to, that something like that right there should tell you there is something wrong, as set of cold blue-grey soulless eyes watch his approaching victim behind the mask, his knotted brown and blonde highlighted hair a mass of tangled curls that align his face. And his hidden pierced lips form a twisted and blood chilling smirk behind the mask.
Right this way please John[/b]
A question would come to mind, why a doctor, a person who’s only job in life is to heal the sick and injured, would take pleasure in doing the exact opposite? What would be the name of one such sick and twisted individual? Well young John Larson, J.R. is about to find out the question to both, namely that man calling out his name isn’t truly a doctor, even though he would like to think he has as PHD, as he steps through the door, and follows the “doctor” into one of the many examining rooms in the hallway right behind the door.
So what seems to be the problem Mr. Larson?[/b]
Taking a seat on the stool next to the bed, watching as his young “patient” hops onto the bed itself holding his arm even closer as he grimaces in pain.
Well doctor I am not too sure, but I think my shoulder maybe dislocated or even broken.
Giving another deliciously evil smirk behind his mask, Rage slowly slides off the stool and approaches the young man giving him instructions to lie back and put his arm loosely and gently to the side. “Examining” the limb, Rage touches the tender areas of his arm.
Does that hurt?
Yes it does Dr….I am sorry I didn’t catch your name.
Dr. Rage.
Rage? That’s an interesting and unusual name. Mind me asking what your background in medicine is in?
That’s right, Rage learn it well and learn to fear it. As it’s the name on everyone’s lips that thinks they know about suffering and pain, but have no clue on what it’s really about. And oh it’s quite simple, pain and suffering.
Pai….AHHHHH!!!!
His question being cut off, as Rage suddenly has grabbed a hold of the young man’s arm and tweak at the injured shoulder/rotator cup area.
That’s it…squeal….squeal for me, create that mind numbing blissful orchestra for my ears to dine on like it was a fine main course entrée.
Smirking Rage then takes his hand balling it up into a fist and slamming it down into the injured area, causing John to yelp once again, his pain and terror filled screams echoing through out the halls and waiting rooms of the hospital causing others to jump and flush pale with terror, before getting and rushing out of the hospital, not wanting to get that doctor.
Squeal as just like my opponent will at Animosity,…you see you and him are going to be a lot more alike then you think all except for one thing. Yes you’re going to be sitting in here for a very long time, in one of these sterile white rooms, your body being subjected to surgery after surgery to fix every little problem in detail. You’re body will only have a reprieve from the pain, thanks in part to the painkillers that they slide into your body, but once they wear oh, that’s where the blissful pleasure begins.
Smirking yet again, as Rage yanks the young man’s arm totally back, the sound of muscle and tendons tearing, as well as the shattering of bone, his face almost becoming a blissful trance, as John’s roars of pain and suffering, as well as whimpers of mercy thrown in there for a good measure, fills his ears.
MMmmm oh yeah….oh yes now where was I? Ahhh yes…”What makes us different?” you’re asking right? Well that’s quite simple, you see unlike you where your screams of agony and the contortions that your body goes through in front of my eyes, as the pain and suffering races through every nerve ending, causing them become ablaze with pain filled info, it’s only a momentary fix. But with Kimura I can take my time, I can prolong his agony; I can make his suffering go on for minutes on end, before going onto feast on another part of his body, causing a whole new batch of contortions and screams of agony that differ from those before.
Letting out a low long cold-hearted laugh, Rage steps back from John, watching as the young man’s body convulses and contorts in pain, as his screams are now just whimpers. His eyes are bloodshot, from the tears that have been pooling in them, before streaking down his cheeks in mini-waterfalls. Keeping out his side vision, Rage slowly pulls out straps from his pockets, before capturing each one of his arms and extending them over his head, painfully before tying them around the table.
Oh Kimura, I have done my homework on you, yes I have. Oh the tapes I watched on your past matches, and the material I have read on how skillful in the ring you are, how you seemingly are like a surgeon, picking skillful dissecting a body part, until it can’t function probably anymore within the match. But how do your skills measure up against someone that hehehe that doesn’t feel pain the way you do or your opponents of past matches do? How do you deal with someone, that considers pain just another way of being in a blissful and aroused state?
Smirking as John pleads for mercy fall on deaf ears, Rage reaches into the drawer of cabinet behind him and pulls out a reflex testing mallet. Straightening out a finger on his left hand, and placing it on his knee, Rage slams down the mallet, letting out a long breath filled “AHHHH” as the sound of breaking bones echo within his ears, mixing with another batch of pain filled screams from John.
How do you beat someone, who as more pain is inflicted on himself as well as the person he is dissecting just pushes him on? Who doesn’t care if his face is a crimson mask, matching that of his opponents? Hmm….what do you then Kimura?
Pausing he leans down, as hears words escaping from the young’s man lips as between ragged and gasping breaths.
Hmmmm…what’s that?[/b]
Ple…Plea…Please…why…why are…are…are you doing…doing this?
Letting out a laugh, Rage then rips the mask away, revealing his whole face to John now.
Oh I just want to prove something to someone John. A very special “friend” Takeji Kimura, proving to him, that skills are nothing compared to someone who has a PHD in causing pain and suffering the likes ones body has never felt. Causing them bleed in such new sick and twisted ways, that they don’t have a true way of describing them. *laughs* Oh yes Kimura, you will bleed….you will bleed until I either one, drain every drop out of you or two I have had my fill of bleeding. *laughs* Which we should both know that will never happen. And yes Kimura your body will be racked and contorted with pain in such ways, that it can’t even begin to comprehend. At Animosity it’s your suffering that will give me great pleasure.[/b]
Grabbing a surgical scalpel that he had stole and places in his back pocket, Rage slowly slices open the poor young man’s arm from elbow to wrist, before dropping it watching some of the blood starting to drip onto the room’s floor, before exiting out of the room. Tearing off the scrubs and tossing them into a near by bin, he passes others that are rushing by him, causing him to smirk as he hears them scream in shock and surprise a the sight that he has left for them, as well as the sound of them vomiting from the sheer brutality and twisted ness of it. Entering into the line to check people in, Rage steps up to the counter when he is called. Filling out the paperwork on the clipboard, he flings it back at the young clerical that is sitting behind the desk, stopping just as he is about to exit out of the doors.
Oh and by the way Kimura, your bed is here awaiting your arrival.
Giving on last look over his shoulder he then exits out of the hospital through the doors, as he lets out a long twisted laugh that lingers there even as he disappears around the corner of the sidewalk ending the scene.[/center]
