Steve Havoc RP for a Icey1 feud

[PiE]

***Camera comes into focus of a long tunnel like white hallway, all is quiet, till a heavy steel door is heard slamming shut, the camera quickly turns to the door, it zooms in past its window, Havoc can be seen, lying on his back, a blank stare up the ceiling, his wrist and ankles are restrained, he can't move, his fist are clenched, and his emotions are absent... someone clearing their throat is heard off camera, camera tilts and turns from the door to the floor of the hallway where we catch a pair of feet in stilettos, very slowly the camera moves up to her face, she speaks.***

Dr. Cox: I'm up here, not down there *motioning to the floor* look at my eyes! I see DCW officials couldn't get clearance to come here, so they sneak lonely cameraman in here? Hey aren't you the same one they caught a few days ago wandering around here looking for Mr. Psycho? *camera moves up and down in a yes motion* Aren't you afraid you could be harmed by all the vile beings within these walls? *camera continues its yes motion* Well I sure hope they pay you well....

*Eerie silence is all that surrounds*

Dr. Cox: I'm not going, to push the intruder button cause I want you to pass along a message to this Icey1 character. Sir, what makes you think that after wining a match or 2, this makes you a contender for a title, what makes you think after squeaking out a pinfall in a seesaw battle that you don't owe Mr. Havoc a rematch? What makes you think you can ignore the fact many consider you lucky? Lucky to win.. no, lucky to escape from the match in 1 piece, still able to function normally???? most definitely lucky. Are there any casinos in Louisiana? Are you a gambler? will you gamble and possibly lose the match, maybe gamble away your career, possibly even your livelihood?

I'm not here to scare you, I know you don't scare easily, I know your are very talented, and as hard as it is to say, your are impressive at times, I am simply laying it all out there, we informed The Concrete Duck before we even talked about a contract here that neither of us can be held responsible for anything Mr. Havoc may do. You see, you both come from very different backgrounds and have very different lives, you relax, drink a few beers and stand around in the hot sun. Mr. Havoc, he will relax, pop a few pills and lay around a cool windowless room.

The more difference there are, the more I realize you are the same, your in this profession, because you like it, your good at it and it pays for what bills you may have, Mr. Havoc does this because I force him too, he's good at it and it pays MY bills. Mr. Havoc owes me alot of money, he's done alot of damage in my life, he's ruined alot of happiness I had, he could never make amends to the destruction he's done to me.

With all that being said, I wish you a speedy recovery in advance sir Icey1 and I mean that from the bottom of my black heart.

I predict nothing and can only promise you PAIN!

***Camera looms in to the Doctors firmly pursed bright red coloured lips, as the camera fades out to black***

[Icey11]

Scene moves to an unknown part of Louisiana. Our cameraman seems a little cautious as the boat he is in just keep going and going around in circles it seems. After what seems like hours of riding the boat finally comes to a stop at a camp in the middle of nowhere. From the looks of it, no one lives here or has lived here for ages. The guy driving the boat tells the cameraman to get out. As our cameraman gets out of the boat, the boat takes off and disappears as fast as it can. The cameraman walks up to the door and raises his hand to knock.........


"What the hell do you want? Who sent you? Why are you bothering me?


The door swings open so fast that the cameraman falls flat on his tail. He sees this unkept, unshaven mass of a man standing in the doorway reeking of beer and stinch. He gets up and tells this person that he is from Duck n Cover sent to interview him and show him a tape of someone. After watching thhis tape, the man stands up and begins to speak....



Hmmmm seems the old cameraman didn't want to come back here huh? No matter because what I have to say won't take long. Steve Have Not, it seems you are running off at the mouth as usual. Wait I'm sorry, You can't be running off at the mouth because your owner won't let you. I see she has got you well trained...LMAO First things first chien...I don't need some high price call call to talk fer me. I ain't some little sissy to be whipped like you are. I am a man that still has his nads..... Yes I have won a few matches and yes I have lost one also, but I don't see you doing anything extraordinary myself. Then you have the nerve to come on a radio station and run your mouth calling me out? Mon chien have you lost your mind? I chew up and spit out twerps like you fro a snack. There are only two thing in life that matter to me at this time my little whipped chien, that is beer and beating the hell out of you. So before you start anymore mess here just remember this Have Not, Your high priced call girl will not be able to save you once I get you in the ring. Pain is going to be the least of your worries. Getting out alive is going to be your task......Remember this my whipped lil' chien, one thing is for certain, WE LIVE, WE DIE!!!!..........Which do you choose???? Now get out of here cameraman. What? You have no boat? Then I suggest you find a way out of here quickly........



As the door closes behind the man known as Icey1, our cameraman looks around and shivers as he begins to navigate his way out of this godforsaken hell hole......