Post by Tritch on Mar 27, 2013 13:46:12 GMT -5
Your television set flickers to life, and flipping through channels you quickly become bored. But then something catches your eye. As you reach one of the news channels, you see the mugshot belonging to fellow Code Red Wrestling playmaker Rex Evans beneath the headline ‘8 Dead, 1 Injured.’ Your spoon falls into the bowl of cereal beneath your chin, but you pay it no mind as you desperately try to turn up the volume.
“…ceeded to beat him within an inch of his life. We were able to get the eyewitness testimony of another prisoner who has been released since the incident. His voice and image have been masked to protect his identity,” the camera settles on her gloomy expression for a few seconds before they are able to play the video package.
The newsroom changes to a stock interview room, with drearily painted walls, fake plants, and far too many books for one person to read. The silhouette of a man sits in a chair fidgeting, while across from him is the back of a familiar news reporter, hands in his lap.
“So, you were there on Sunday, while it all happened?” He asks the former convict, who shifts his weight whilst looking around uneasily.
“Sí, I saw everything go down,” he leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees and his face in the palm of his hands. “No supe que… I didn’t know what I was signing up for.”
“Do you think you could take us back through the events of that day?” The silhouette clears his throat, leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his hair. A deep breath is all that breaks an uncomfortable silence before he finally nods his head.
“It was around one, maybe dos en la afternoon. Rex walked right up to D-80 and Spider’s cell like it was something he did every day...”
His eyes glossed over as they dragged him into the cell. As he realized what was happening, gasping for air, he began to kick his legs, panicking. He believed this was the end. Devone Starks, more commonly known as D-80, had been holding onto his right arm, whilst Paco Cardero, or Spider, held his right.
Once they had completely entered the cell, several bodies flooded the entryway. They weren’t able to close the cell door as it ran on an electric operating system, so they created their own barricade, a wall of black and brown bodies. Rex drifted deeper into a panic, flailing his arms as well. Starks let go of his arm, stepping back and delivering a boot right into Rex’s stomach.
His wind escaped again, the struggle rapidly decreased until it was gone. He has no fight left; there was nothing he could do to defend himself. He simply stared into the eyes of his murderers as they carried out their ultimate plan, to destroy the only person whoever stood up to them.
Devone followed up his breathtaking boot with a kick right to his face, forcing his eyes to gloss over again and he slumped to the ground. He was still conscious, but unable to fight back, and when Cardero realized this he too dropped the arm he was holding, turning around to rip one of the bars from his bunk bed. He adopted a violent expression, wasting no time to drop the metal bar repeatedly onto his ribs.
He let out a cry of pain, no longer afraid of letting his fear be known. When faced with the end, embarrassment is no longer at the forefront of one’s thoughts. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks as the pain became insurmountable. Paco dropped the bar on the ground, dropping to his knees and mounting the fallen Evans.
“Escuchame, cabrón,” he grabbed Rex’s hair, pulling his head off the ground and yelling at him through gritted teeth, seething. “This is what happens. This is your own fault. Do not bite the hand that feeds you.”
Upon finishing his post-warning, he jabbed Rex repeatedly into his right cheekbone until blood trickled from around his eye, at which point he slammed his head into the concrete floor.
“The worst part of it all was that Rex never passed out. He is built like a fucking ox, so no matter what they did, he stayed awake.”
They both left him alone for a second, Spider shaking out his now broken hand whilst D-80 did his best to remove the porcelain lid from the back of the toilet. During this time, Rex managed to sit up. But this proved to be a mistake.
As soon as Devone had the toilet lid removed, he turned around and shattered it over Rex’s head, sending him right back down to the hard ground. This was the only time Rex began to fade away, began to lose consciousness. But just as his eyes turned black, the loud siren of the prison alarm system jolted him back to consciousness. Paco looked to the wall of people, becoming scared for just a second before kicking Rex hard enough in the ribs to force him to roll onto his stomach, where he tried to get up.
But Cardero grabbed the bar back from the ground, and slammed it into his spine over, and over, and over again. Rex finally heard the struggle on the outside, as the sounds nearest him began to fade into his subconscious, and he knew that his allies were fighting for him. He heard Kerry yell his name, but it only produced more tears.
At that point, the leaders of Blood Money and the Chicanos knew they couldn’t proceed on their own. They called over the two men holding up the back of the human wall, and they each grabbed Rex and hoisted him up to his knees, holding on to him tightly as blood trickled from his face.
“Wha’chu do when you got a problem ain’t wanna disappear, pretty boy?” Devone talked to him in a self-righteous tone, right next to his face, as Rex did nothing but pant, attempting to catch his breath, most likely trying to repent for his transgressions. D walked to the bed and reached underneath the mattress, producing a wooden shiv that caused Rex to struggle. But he was weak now; there was nothing he could do as his adversary laughed at him, making sure Rex got a good look at it. “You fuckin’ MAKE it disappear.”
“I… I don’t know if I should go on,” the silhouette fidgets in his chair again, becoming extremely nervous. The interviewer reaches forward and pats him on the knee.
“It’s okay. People need to know the truth. They need to know what happened,” the interviewer reassures him, and after a deep breath he presses on.
D-80 dropped down to his knees, wielding the shiv in his right hand and grabbing Rex by the chin. The two people bent him backwards slightly, making his chest more horizontal than vertical, and this is when things became graphic.
Starks licked his lips as he pressed the wooden shiv into the top of Rex’s chest, deep enough to make blood trickle out, but not enough to kill him. He dragged the shiv down diagonally across his heart, creating a deep line than poured blood. Rex’s screams shook even the people keeping him concealed in the cell, and his allies became more rambunctious. It became apparent now that guards were on their way, and Paco urged D-80 to hurry. He did just that, pulling the shiv out and doing the same thing in the opposite direction, creating a deep letter x above Rex’s heart.
“And do you know why he carved the x?” The interviewer interrupted, and even through the voice modulation you could tell that the informant was shaken.
“Carving an x over the heart was a sign that Blood Money left on anyone they killed, but-“ he interrupts himself with another shaky, deep breath. “Normally they’re already dead.”
Devone hands the shiv to Paco, who laughs at Rex’s screaming, pokes fun at the fact that he is crying. He spits in his face and presses his body against Rex’s, yanking backward on his hair again and holding the shiv in front of his eye.
“Debes que aprendiste tu lección, ahora estás justo otro pez muerto,” he yells before digging the shiv into Rex’s skin, just below his left eye. The bloodcurdling screams echo throughout the entire prison, and now the only audible sound is Richmond and the guards shouting orders outside of the cell. Paco stands up, smirking at the teardrop he just carved beneath Rex’s eye, something that when done to someone means they are going to be killed.
Devone then shoved the two guys off of him, letting Rex collapse to the ground. Paco then moved behind him, lifting his dead weight up and holding the shiv in his left hand against Rex’s throat. Suddenly a gunshot sounds, and three men burst into the cell through the human wall, one unknown guard alongside Ted, being led into the cell by Richmond who holds his hand up for a ceasefire.
Starks and Cardero each raised their hands into the air, snarling. Rex was too weak to escape, his dead weight falling against Spider who made no effort to move him, still planning on killing Evans. Richmond takes a few seconds to assess the situation, and then clears his throat as he looks at the two guards, before looking back at the blood pouring from all over Rex’s lifeless body.
“K… Kill him,” Richmond orders, and everyone looks stunned.
“What?” Yells Ted assertively, as Rex begins to scream no. Spider smirks, moving the shiv back down to Rex’s neck, but suddenly a gunshot rings out again, and everyone jumps.
But Paco Cardero’s body falls to the ground, a bullet in his forehead.
“Ted saved Rex’s life. He put a bullet in Spider’s head, risking his career, but saving a good man’s life,” the silhouette explains, stopping to take a big gulp of water.
“Ted, what the hell did you do?” Jack screams violently as Rex falls onto Spider’s dead body, all of his strength and bodily functions out of his control. D-80 presses himself against the wall, his eyes held shut tightly as he whispers so only he can hear. Kerry and Marquis ignore the situation at hand, brushing past the guards and the warden to check on Rex.
“I did my job, Jack,” Ted let’s the strap around his shoulders catch his gun as he reaches forward, grabbing Richmond by the shoulders and turning him around. He pushes him hard into the wall and places him in handcuffs. He looks over his shoulder, addressing the other guard “call the police, and call Sayid.”
“I’m not proud of being a part of it, and my deepest regrets go out to Rex and the men who lost their lives that day. Lo siento, hombres,” the silhouette speaks one last time, as the video package cuts back to the studio, where the somber look of the news anchor just annoys you.
“That is apparently the full story of what happened that day. Both Jack Richmond, New York City Department of Corrections warden, and Devone ‘D-80’ Starks have been transferred to local police holding where they away trial for their crimes that day,” her expression changes from subdued to one of bewilderment.
“But what does this situation mean for Rex Evans and Code Red Wrestling? Will Rex be able to walk into the Hell in a Cell at Vendetta? And if he does, will he be in good enough shape to defeat Brandon Garcia for the World Heavyweight Championship? Time will tell, and until then… keep Rex Evans and the families of the deceased felons in your thoughts and prayers,” her expression changes to a smile as she moves onto the next story, apparently one a little less depressing.
You mute the television, your thoughts drifting to Rex and the situation at hand. You were never one to count anyone out of a fight, especially Rex Evans. But how could he possibly come back from something like this?
“…ceeded to beat him within an inch of his life. We were able to get the eyewitness testimony of another prisoner who has been released since the incident. His voice and image have been masked to protect his identity,” the camera settles on her gloomy expression for a few seconds before they are able to play the video package.
The newsroom changes to a stock interview room, with drearily painted walls, fake plants, and far too many books for one person to read. The silhouette of a man sits in a chair fidgeting, while across from him is the back of a familiar news reporter, hands in his lap.
“So, you were there on Sunday, while it all happened?” He asks the former convict, who shifts his weight whilst looking around uneasily.
“Sí, I saw everything go down,” he leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees and his face in the palm of his hands. “No supe que… I didn’t know what I was signing up for.”
“Do you think you could take us back through the events of that day?” The silhouette clears his throat, leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his hair. A deep breath is all that breaks an uncomfortable silence before he finally nods his head.
“It was around one, maybe dos en la afternoon. Rex walked right up to D-80 and Spider’s cell like it was something he did every day...”
His eyes glossed over as they dragged him into the cell. As he realized what was happening, gasping for air, he began to kick his legs, panicking. He believed this was the end. Devone Starks, more commonly known as D-80, had been holding onto his right arm, whilst Paco Cardero, or Spider, held his right.
Once they had completely entered the cell, several bodies flooded the entryway. They weren’t able to close the cell door as it ran on an electric operating system, so they created their own barricade, a wall of black and brown bodies. Rex drifted deeper into a panic, flailing his arms as well. Starks let go of his arm, stepping back and delivering a boot right into Rex’s stomach.
His wind escaped again, the struggle rapidly decreased until it was gone. He has no fight left; there was nothing he could do to defend himself. He simply stared into the eyes of his murderers as they carried out their ultimate plan, to destroy the only person whoever stood up to them.
Devone followed up his breathtaking boot with a kick right to his face, forcing his eyes to gloss over again and he slumped to the ground. He was still conscious, but unable to fight back, and when Cardero realized this he too dropped the arm he was holding, turning around to rip one of the bars from his bunk bed. He adopted a violent expression, wasting no time to drop the metal bar repeatedly onto his ribs.
He let out a cry of pain, no longer afraid of letting his fear be known. When faced with the end, embarrassment is no longer at the forefront of one’s thoughts. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks as the pain became insurmountable. Paco dropped the bar on the ground, dropping to his knees and mounting the fallen Evans.
“Escuchame, cabrón,” he grabbed Rex’s hair, pulling his head off the ground and yelling at him through gritted teeth, seething. “This is what happens. This is your own fault. Do not bite the hand that feeds you.”
Upon finishing his post-warning, he jabbed Rex repeatedly into his right cheekbone until blood trickled from around his eye, at which point he slammed his head into the concrete floor.
“The worst part of it all was that Rex never passed out. He is built like a fucking ox, so no matter what they did, he stayed awake.”
They both left him alone for a second, Spider shaking out his now broken hand whilst D-80 did his best to remove the porcelain lid from the back of the toilet. During this time, Rex managed to sit up. But this proved to be a mistake.
As soon as Devone had the toilet lid removed, he turned around and shattered it over Rex’s head, sending him right back down to the hard ground. This was the only time Rex began to fade away, began to lose consciousness. But just as his eyes turned black, the loud siren of the prison alarm system jolted him back to consciousness. Paco looked to the wall of people, becoming scared for just a second before kicking Rex hard enough in the ribs to force him to roll onto his stomach, where he tried to get up.
But Cardero grabbed the bar back from the ground, and slammed it into his spine over, and over, and over again. Rex finally heard the struggle on the outside, as the sounds nearest him began to fade into his subconscious, and he knew that his allies were fighting for him. He heard Kerry yell his name, but it only produced more tears.
At that point, the leaders of Blood Money and the Chicanos knew they couldn’t proceed on their own. They called over the two men holding up the back of the human wall, and they each grabbed Rex and hoisted him up to his knees, holding on to him tightly as blood trickled from his face.
“Wha’chu do when you got a problem ain’t wanna disappear, pretty boy?” Devone talked to him in a self-righteous tone, right next to his face, as Rex did nothing but pant, attempting to catch his breath, most likely trying to repent for his transgressions. D walked to the bed and reached underneath the mattress, producing a wooden shiv that caused Rex to struggle. But he was weak now; there was nothing he could do as his adversary laughed at him, making sure Rex got a good look at it. “You fuckin’ MAKE it disappear.”
“I… I don’t know if I should go on,” the silhouette fidgets in his chair again, becoming extremely nervous. The interviewer reaches forward and pats him on the knee.
“It’s okay. People need to know the truth. They need to know what happened,” the interviewer reassures him, and after a deep breath he presses on.
D-80 dropped down to his knees, wielding the shiv in his right hand and grabbing Rex by the chin. The two people bent him backwards slightly, making his chest more horizontal than vertical, and this is when things became graphic.
Starks licked his lips as he pressed the wooden shiv into the top of Rex’s chest, deep enough to make blood trickle out, but not enough to kill him. He dragged the shiv down diagonally across his heart, creating a deep line than poured blood. Rex’s screams shook even the people keeping him concealed in the cell, and his allies became more rambunctious. It became apparent now that guards were on their way, and Paco urged D-80 to hurry. He did just that, pulling the shiv out and doing the same thing in the opposite direction, creating a deep letter x above Rex’s heart.
“And do you know why he carved the x?” The interviewer interrupted, and even through the voice modulation you could tell that the informant was shaken.
“Carving an x over the heart was a sign that Blood Money left on anyone they killed, but-“ he interrupts himself with another shaky, deep breath. “Normally they’re already dead.”
Devone hands the shiv to Paco, who laughs at Rex’s screaming, pokes fun at the fact that he is crying. He spits in his face and presses his body against Rex’s, yanking backward on his hair again and holding the shiv in front of his eye.
“Debes que aprendiste tu lección, ahora estás justo otro pez muerto,” he yells before digging the shiv into Rex’s skin, just below his left eye. The bloodcurdling screams echo throughout the entire prison, and now the only audible sound is Richmond and the guards shouting orders outside of the cell. Paco stands up, smirking at the teardrop he just carved beneath Rex’s eye, something that when done to someone means they are going to be killed.
Devone then shoved the two guys off of him, letting Rex collapse to the ground. Paco then moved behind him, lifting his dead weight up and holding the shiv in his left hand against Rex’s throat. Suddenly a gunshot sounds, and three men burst into the cell through the human wall, one unknown guard alongside Ted, being led into the cell by Richmond who holds his hand up for a ceasefire.
Starks and Cardero each raised their hands into the air, snarling. Rex was too weak to escape, his dead weight falling against Spider who made no effort to move him, still planning on killing Evans. Richmond takes a few seconds to assess the situation, and then clears his throat as he looks at the two guards, before looking back at the blood pouring from all over Rex’s lifeless body.
“K… Kill him,” Richmond orders, and everyone looks stunned.
“What?” Yells Ted assertively, as Rex begins to scream no. Spider smirks, moving the shiv back down to Rex’s neck, but suddenly a gunshot rings out again, and everyone jumps.
But Paco Cardero’s body falls to the ground, a bullet in his forehead.
“Ted saved Rex’s life. He put a bullet in Spider’s head, risking his career, but saving a good man’s life,” the silhouette explains, stopping to take a big gulp of water.
“Ted, what the hell did you do?” Jack screams violently as Rex falls onto Spider’s dead body, all of his strength and bodily functions out of his control. D-80 presses himself against the wall, his eyes held shut tightly as he whispers so only he can hear. Kerry and Marquis ignore the situation at hand, brushing past the guards and the warden to check on Rex.
“I did my job, Jack,” Ted let’s the strap around his shoulders catch his gun as he reaches forward, grabbing Richmond by the shoulders and turning him around. He pushes him hard into the wall and places him in handcuffs. He looks over his shoulder, addressing the other guard “call the police, and call Sayid.”
“I’m not proud of being a part of it, and my deepest regrets go out to Rex and the men who lost their lives that day. Lo siento, hombres,” the silhouette speaks one last time, as the video package cuts back to the studio, where the somber look of the news anchor just annoys you.
“That is apparently the full story of what happened that day. Both Jack Richmond, New York City Department of Corrections warden, and Devone ‘D-80’ Starks have been transferred to local police holding where they away trial for their crimes that day,” her expression changes from subdued to one of bewilderment.
“But what does this situation mean for Rex Evans and Code Red Wrestling? Will Rex be able to walk into the Hell in a Cell at Vendetta? And if he does, will he be in good enough shape to defeat Brandon Garcia for the World Heavyweight Championship? Time will tell, and until then… keep Rex Evans and the families of the deceased felons in your thoughts and prayers,” her expression changes to a smile as she moves onto the next story, apparently one a little less depressing.
You mute the television, your thoughts drifting to Rex and the situation at hand. You were never one to count anyone out of a fight, especially Rex Evans. But how could he possibly come back from something like this?