Post by Jace O'Brien on Jun 12, 2016 22:22:48 GMT
Filmed June 3rd, 2016: New York, New York.
Recorded immediately following a Deathcore Wrestling promotional video by Gavin Masterson.
Chris (Chaos)Devereaux stands in the driveway of his New York Estate. He just previously exited a white Mercedes Benz GLE Coupe. He watched the unfamiliar car peel off down the driveway. Another man, bigger in stature than Chris, exited the car as well and walked around to stand next to him. Chris was fuming. He even began shaking with rage. The unnamed male watched, eyes narrowed, on the car that sped away. Chris’ eyes darted from the car that exited the Estate to his C 63 AMC, walking closer to examine the damage. He stopped moving when his eyes came across the chair that was wedged into the windshield. The black steel folding chair with a white smiley face painted on. The unnamed male moved forward, reaching out and yanking the chair from the windshield. He held it in front of him as Chris examined.
“What the fuck is this?”
Chris barked. For the first time in years, his mind ventured into climbing into the ring once again to beat the living hell out of whoever was responsible. But he’s in his early forties now, his wrestling days were long behind him. Even though he looked to maintain the physique that he had back in his hay-day, Chris’ boots were hung up and displayed for good – along with the multitude of Championships; World, Tag team and other. Chris’ eyes finally tore off of the grunged painting with the unnamed male’s voice broke. It was deep, raspy.
“I’ve seen this before, Chris. That place where you’re daughter wrestles, a guy has been carrying around a chair with this painted on it. It could be him…”
Deathcore? Did this have something to do with Mondae? … Now Chris’ range of emotions went from pure and unadulterated rage, to worrying about his daughter. He let go of the chair, quickly reaching into his backpocket. Sliding the phone unlocked, he quickly found Mondae’s contact information before calling.
Ring..
Ring..
Ring..
Voicemail.
Chris canceled the call, his eyes moving up to this fellow in front of him. He knew his daughter was eighteen and could take care of herself, afterall – he did train her. She’s one of the best technical wrestlers in Deathcore because of Chris, so in the ring she was hands down one of the best. But, as a father, you still worry.
“Braydon, I have a job for you to do. Forget about ‘Total Chaos’ for a while, I’ll handle it all. I need you to go down to Chattanooga and find my daughter. If she’s okay, I don’t want you to take your eyes off of her – got it? If something happens to Mondae, something much worse will happen to you.”
The man, Braydon, complied. He nodded his head. He would keep the chair in his firm grip, even when Chris handed him the keys to the GLE. Braydon took the keys from him, walking past Chris and to the car.
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Arriving in Chattanooga, Braydon would find that he was too late. Deathcore was closed by the city police force, and Mondae and her friend, Arianny Blake were arrested for kidnapping among other charges. The two sat in a Chattanooga prison awaiting their court date to learn what will come of them. Braydon checked himself into a hotel, and his first reaction afterword? Inform Chris what happened…
OOC: For the link provided to the promotional video originally mentioned, you're going to be looking at the third post in the thread.
