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Slaughterhouse Meal
Topic Started: Apr 3 2018, 10:06 PM (16 Views)
Cactus Jack Bronson
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The scene cuts open abruptly. We can see the inside of a slaughterhouse. People are working on gutting and cutting pigs open. Vile insides are everywhere and blood coats everything. The mood is dim as is the lighting. People don't exactly love this job, but it pays the bills. The bits are tossed into a giant hole where they shoot out the back of this slaughterhouse and into dumpsters. We pan outside where we see the waste pouring into the dumpster. We notice a man sitting on the ground, his back against the wall next to the dumpster. The man looks disgusting. His head, face, and clothes are caked in dry blood. He sniffs the air before grunting and then getting up quickly. He shuffles over to the dumpster and looks through the garbage. The man starts to rummage his way through it all before letting out a squeal of joy and pulling out a nice fatty chunk of pig. The man scurries over to his original spot and sits back down before taking a huge bite out of the raw meat. He sniffs again and then slowly looks up at the camera.

Man:"I knew you'd be coming...."

The man shakes his head as he takes a bite again. He rubs the dirt and blood from his face, creating a new mess of fresh pigs blood. We can make out that it is Cactus Jack Bronson. He looks like he hasn't showered or did an ounce of cleaning to himself since the last time we saw him. Bronson violently snaps at the hunk of meat as he chews it like a rabid animal.

Cactus Jack Bronson:"The Carnage Carnival Tournament approaches and I've been called once again for a fight. Death Trip Wrestling has been a hell of a time so far. I've gotten the chance to run rampant and do things exactly the way I want! That's what I've been looking for all along! I grew tired of being censored, tired of being told to tone down the violence. FUCK THAT! Death Trip has let me run free. And the fun has only just begun."

Cactus Jack chuckles to himself for a moment. He continues his lunch as he continues to speak.

Cactus Jack Bronson:"Eleven nights of pure unadulterated VIOLENCE! Nothing to stop me from tearing apart the entire Death Trip and Iron Japan Pro rosters! We've got Robosluts, clowns, dragons, and the most violent motherfuckers to ever step in a ring! And I'll take great fucking pleasure in stepping through those ropes and scalping each and very one of them!"

Bronson takes a big chomp of meat and begins to chew. Grease and blood are all over his face as he continues.

Cactus Jack Bronson:"And if I can make it through all eleven nights with enough wins under my belt, I can walk into night twelve and scalp the best of the best. I've always been in search of violence. And here at Death Trip I fucking found it! I've come to rape, pillage, and MURDER! And I've got twelve nights to do it."

Cactus Jack shakes a bit before finishing the pig. He tosses a bone away as he wipes a bit of blood away. He cracks his neck and giggles a bit.

Cactus Jack Bronson:"The Carnival is very fitting for Cactus Jack. When you look at a Carnival what do you see? Old, broken down rides, greasy cheap food, trash covering the floor, and a sense that you might just get killed if you turn the wrong corner. What do you see when you look at Cactus Jack...? The same Goddamn thing. I've been called greasy, dirty, old and worn out. I've been told that I'm trash and that I should be in prison for murder. Well if the shoe fits I'll fucking wear it!"

Bronson stands up from his seated position and smiles a maniacal grin. He runs his hand across his bald head and cracks his neck again as he looks right into the camera.

Cactus Jack Bronson:"Carnage Carnival approaches quickly. And I'm walking out the same way I'm walking in. Bloody, bruised, and ready to MURDER! Eleven nights of violence begins! I've got my noose, my fists, and a whole lot of pent up anger to unleash on the tournament. Let's let the top off and let the anger flow!"

Bronson pushes past the camera as he begins to giggle again. The bloodied figure begins to walk on the dusty dirt road. He keeps walking and walking until we can barely see him in the distance. Then....he disappears beyond our sight as the camera slowly fades to black.
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