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Post by the Hive on Jan 1, 2021 17:50:52 GMT -5
Main Event: Nontitle: Phantom versus V V has been recovering from Legion's attack since Grindhouse, taking brutal shots to the head after winning the Asylum Championship from his sister Nikki Caldwell. Meanwhile, many fans have been debating that Phantom should've taken the win at the Haunted Escape Room Match at Grindhouse-- he came very close. Does he have what it takes to hang with the top champion of the show? And can V bounce back to cement his title reign when Reno and Legion both are gunning to take him down and cast doubt on him?
Roleplay Deadlines: Friday, January 8th, 2021 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, January 9th, 2021 at 5 AM(UK)
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Post by Phantom on Jan 8, 2021 12:42:45 GMT -5
Location: Phantom’s Cell Date: January 8th, 2021 Time: 9:34am PST
We open to see "The Unstoppable Killing Machine" Phantom looking at what appears to be an old looking television set inside of his cell. His cell has gotten some improvements over time due to wins and whatnot since he has been here in the Sanatorium.
"The Unstoppable Killing Machine" Phantom "Hello, my creatures of the night and my fellow Soulless. It appears that I have a somewhat large challenge at hand. I have the pleasure of fighting our current reigning and defending Asylum Champion, V in a non-title match of course.”
He continues to stare at the old television. On said television appears to be a video of sorts that has V’s most recent escapades in the Sanatorium and even his Grindhouse victory against Nicki Caldwell, which was when he took possession of the Asylum Championship that he now holds. After a few moments, he pauses it and gets up to now be standing directly in view of the camera that is stationed in the hallway right outside of his cell.
“The Unstoppable Killing Machine” Phantom “So, V, we get to fight. Even though it may be a ‘normal match’, I say we make it more fun and make use of any and all weapons we can get our hands on. Hell, I’ll let you use that battering ram in the match. I’ve been hit with worse. I’ve been in so many kinds of interesting matches that people think I should be dead. But, you can’t ‘kill’ something that is ‘Unstoppable’.”
Then Phantom walks over to a different section of his cell. After a few moments, the camera shows that he has walked over to a bookshelf of sorts. He pulls one particular book from the shelf and proceeds to sit down into a nearby stool/chair. He opens the book and starts flipping the pages of various articles and pictures of Phantom in “hardcore” and “extreme” matches over his career.
“The Unstoppable Killing Machine” Phantom “You see V, I know how to take a hit. I have been hit by cars, barbed wire, fire, explosions and so much more. So I say we make this as fun as possible, let’s just fuck the rules and grab and hit each other with anything and everything that isn’t nailed down. Even though it’s non-title, I am going to put what remains of my heart and soul into this encounter. Win or lose, I am going to show you V and the rest of the ‘inmates’ here at the Sanatorium that I am still and ‘Unstoppable Killing Machine’ and is not nothing to fuck with.”
He gets up and places the book onto the stool. Then he starts walking toward the cell door but stops just a few feet in front of it so that the camera can clearly see him.
“The Unstoppable Killing Machine” Phantom “V, I am coming for you. I hope you are ready for someone like me. I am the one and only MONSTER of the Sanatorium. Fear me! Cause if you don’t fear me then I will figure out what you fear in our upcoming match. And I will use that and so much more to fight until I can’t fight no more.”
Then he walks away from the camera and sits down on his bed as the scene fades to black. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then it reopens to show “The Unstoppable Killing Machine” Phantom in one of the outdoor training areas. A decent distance away is about three guards and a batch of orderlies are observing him to make sure he doesn’t do anything “harmful” to himself or others. Then the camera moves closer to Phantom as he is shown to be punching one of the many bags that they set up there.
“The Unstoppable Killing Machine” Phantom “I am going to hurt you, V! I am going to maim you, V! I will try and damnedest to end you, V! I don’t care if you are the champ or not! GOLD is just a shiny object to show that you are the best! I have never truly cared for GOLD, I only have for causing as much pain and suffering as humanly possible. I don’t care that people like Legion and Reno are on your ass! All I want to do is to hurt you and show the world that The Order of the Soulless and ‘The Unstoppable Killing Machine are nothing to fuck with!”
Then he violently knocks off the punching bag from the hook it was on. He peers into the camera with a look of sheer destruction and determination to cause V as much pain as humanly possible to someone like V.
“The Unstoppable Killing Machine” Phantom “V, come prepared for the fight of your life. Cause I am ready to cause as much destruction and mayhem as humanly possible. In the end, there are only two inevitabilities. And those are life and death. I am choosing DEATH for you. I will harm you in ways only imaginable in video games and movies.”
Then he walks over to the weight bench and starts placing some weights onto the bar.
“The Unstoppable Killing Machine” Phantom “You! Spot me!”
Phantom points to one of the orderlies and motions them to come over to him. The orderly slowly walks over and stands where Phantom instructs him to be. Then Phantom positions himself onto the bench and starts lifting the weights for a series of reps. Then after that, he gets up and makes the orderly flinch a bit before he moves onto a different exercise equipment.
“The Unstoppable Killing Machine” Phantom “And that’s how you make yourself into a MONSTER, V! By being the biggest, baddest and scariest motherfucker around here and not taking shit from anyone regardless even if they are a familial relation or not. So come Sanatorium, I am more than ready to kick your ass all across, around and outside that wrestling ring. Be prepared for a MONSTER that is more capable of hurting you rather badly.”
Then he does a few reps at that machine as well before he walks over to the guards and orderlies.
“The Unstoppable Killing Machine” Phantom “I am ready to go back to my cell now.”
Then the guards grab him and place him into the specially designed manacles for him. Then one of the orderlies starts to put the straitjacket onto him when he bucks a bit to put the fear of GOD into that particular orderly. Then the scene fades to black as it is shown with him being escorted back to his cell until Sanatorium on Sunday Night when Phantom faces off with V.
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Post by V on Jan 9, 2021 0:16:04 GMT -5
Phantom. you don't mind if I just call you that and not The Unstoppabe Killing Machine Phantom, right? it's... a bit grandiose, but mostly just too long to type every time.
do we meet again? I could swear we fought once before, but that could be the concussions talking. even if we had...
well, you've really turned it around lately, haven't you?
I almost thought you had it in that Escape Room Match. seriously, my money was on you.
your name might punt me right in the giggledick, but I honestly am taking you more seriously right now than I ever have in my entire tenure here. I'm not a small guy, but you're massive, and here we're gonna meet in a head-on collision. that's almost not a metaphor, this'll be as bad as a car crash. metal scattered everywhere, tiny bits of glass showering the scene, a strange ticking sound of something you hope doesn't explode...
I can't let you win.
the wolves are at my door, and showing weakness now... I can't afford that.
so when I go out there and basically commit an execution on you, like you've done something personal, just know it couldn't be helped, right?
p.s. it's not just you, the whole Order seems to be rising. I don't know how blind the rest of the roster is, wallowing in their personal narcisissm, but I'm not. I've got my eye on you.
Patricia Rawson was a practical sort of woman--she had to be, considering her career history and family life. Raising seven children (none of which were biologically hers, but she loved all of them dearly and had done her best all things considered) while working long hours at the hospital did not leave a lot of time for frivolity--so she found small things to enjoy during the course of her day. The mid-morning cup of tea, for example, currently carried in the hands of Bill the Orderly was one such small pleasure. She was nearly done with her initial assessment of the facility and the inmates sentenced here.
This was a delicate sort of situation, considering the promotion and the hospital were a part of one another. Nurse Rawson had been hired to do an assessment of the facility, the inmates, as well as some members of the staff. Though she was practical, she was also mindful of the fact that several staff members here would object to her presence and thus should handle a few with kid gloves in this initial assessment. Her review of the residents’ files had given her plenty of places to start. This morning’s first candidate for treatment re-evaluation was known simply as V...there was a whole extra page in his file listing all of his known aliases. Just from the file, she’d already determined him to be incredibly self-aware and an inmate like him would respond best to an upfront approach. He did not have to like her to acknowledge and cooperate with what she was here to do.
Bill set down her cup of tea and took his place by the door as Nurse Rawson sat down at her desk.
“Bill, please go and retrieve my first appointment.” She smiled at him from her desk.
“Of course, Nurse Rawson. I’ll be right back.”
She watched as Bill the Orderly scooted out of her office before opening up her notebook, as well as V’s inmate file. Before she knew it, the office door was opening and her first assessment was here.
“Wonderful, Bill, you can remove the restraints and then wait outside.” The orderly was quick to follow her requests, closing the door behind him as he left the room. Nurse Rawson held out a hand, gesturing for the Asylum Champion to take a seat at one of the well-upholstered but obviously vintage chairs on the other side of the desk. “Thank you for being so prompt for our appointment, though I recognize that you had little choice in the matter--I appreciate you being compliant with the orderly.”
She paused, waiting for him to settle in before gesturing to the small table between the chairs--already stocked with light snacks and a pitcher of water with disposable paper cups. No matter how much she insisted on the real thing, this was not something the warden would compromise on.
“I am Nurse Patricia Rawson, and as painfully redundant as I find it to be, would you mind confirming your name and date of birth for the record?”
The man across from her had been eyeing her warily, and upon her question blinked at her with an expression of what on his face. All the same, he'd humor her. The wariness had come to begin with because she seemed like a genuinely kind person, and frankly? He had a weakness when it came to those types. It was like they ghosted their way through his usual mental armor. A few had made profound impacts on his life, they felt alien to him. He might be capable of kindness, but it was always a measured choice, a manual setting, never automatic.
"Ah... November fifth, nineteen eighty one. And... I don't have one." It was the closest to the real truth of the matter as he could explain.
“Oh, remember, remember the fifth of November!” She grinned, pushing her glasses up on her nose before picking up her pen. “Well, at least that’s a convenient mnemonic device to remember when to bring you a cake...and considering the entire page of aliases, I would say you have many names, but none of which you call yourself.”
She made a note in the file and looked back up to the inmate. “Well, we can figure out something you find suitable for me to call you during a future session. The goal of these visits is to evaluate your current treatment plan and see if any alterations or improvements can be made. So I will need for you to be as upfront and honest as possible—I am not here to judge, simply to determine what is best for the duration of your stay.”
Nurse Rawson glanced back down to her file and made another note. “Would you mind telling me a bit of your early years—immediate family relationships, educational experience, that sort of thing.”
He couldn't help the edge of a grin that creeped out at her connecting his birthday to his nickname. "It gave a good association to my birthday when I wouldn't have had much of one otherwise." It was a funny thing with V-- when he was most comfortable, most himself, he was his most eloquently spoken. Other times it was as if he was watering himself down to a strength the person he was trying to communicate with could handle.
Rawson was a genuine person trying to help him, which was an incredibly rare thing in his life. The inquiry, though? "I'm not sure where to start. Or how much to tell. Well..." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "My mother was a teenage prostitute. I was supposed to be put up for adoption, but being a teenager, she changed her mind at the last minute... and then abandoned me a few months later. I was basically... half raised by her pimp and a rotating door of motherwhores." He wasn't sure if the language would offend her.
“Oh goodness me, that is one I haven’t heard before but I can’t say it’s the worst I’ve ever heard.” Nurse Rawson kept making her notes, reaching for her cup of tea and taking a sip. “As I said, dearie, I’m not here to judge. I did notice in your file that your...half-sister?” She paused to check the file again, “...yes, half-sister, Nikki Caldwell was once an inmate. We’ll get to her later on. Your adolescence, teenage years—did you attend regular schooling? Were you very social or more the loner type of child?”
"I went to school," he nodded agreeably. "It was an escape from home, and I was good at it. Actually was a bit of a nerd. Being tall probably made the bullying less bad than it could've been otherwise. Being the kid with the weird home situation that none of the adults usually wanted to explain really didn't help though. It felt like things were easier when other kids just ignored me. And at that time in New York... they were still trying to clean it up from when that area was really, really bad, so I still kind of had to dodge the gangs to keep myself in line. Helped that they thought my old man would have their asses kicked if they messed me up too bad. In reality he didn't care very much at all. Probably wasn't my biological father. There was food in the fridge, but I was usually stuck stealing clothes from laundromats to keep up with my growth spurts."
“Ah, forced to learn self-sufficiency early on.” The older woman reached for her cup again and sipped. She pondered his words for a moment before continuing. “I can imagine growing up under those circumstances caused a certain amount of—what’s the word—ah, desensitization to the more adult activities since you were surrounded with it constantly.”
Nurse Rawson put the tea cup down, “Please, there is water and a few snacks to choose from if you wish. Otherwise it will just go to waste.” She moved to jot down a few of her observations in the file before looking back up at V. “It is already quite apparent to me that you do not suffer from a lack of intelligence, quite the opposite, I imagine you see everyone and everything in the right environment.”
The nurse gave him a gentle smile. “Now—late teens, early twenties. What kind of relationships did you have as a young man? Did you find yourself seeking something like stability in a partner, or were you more the—forgive the crude expression—a love ‘em and leave ‘em type?” Nurse Rawson took in everything he was saying, as well as how it was said. The patient had full clarity of mind, but she still needed to assess his ability to form attachments with other people.
"Desensitization," he repeated. "Accurate on a few different levels. Ah... at some point I started taking the fire escape as my main entrance to my room, to avoid the living room as much as I could. It was normalized, I guess, I just avoided it because I knew I didn't have a place in that social interaction anyway."
He at least reached for one of the cups and filled it with water, though the idea of drinking it made him fairly uneasy. "I got older and started thinking something was wrong with me, that I wasn't like these men that were around so much. I didn't feel what they felt. I didn't care about naked women, not really. It was all vaguely repulsive. First girlfriend changed that. I was... thirteen? She paid attention to me. I found out I wasn't broken, just different."
The lines around his eyes seemed deeper, like a subtle wince. He was bracing for something awful. "I got attached real easy, probably more than she did. We were on and off till I was sixteen. She was a little less than a year older than me. She, ah, died..." That still felt like a knife to the gut this many years later. "Violently. And I couldn't do anything. And there was nobody to go to." Sharp, sharp pain. His teeth gritted quietly. "And that's when the fights started."
(to be continued...)
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