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Nurse Jackie
Topic Started: May 16 2018, 12:11 AM (47 Views)
Cactus Jack Bronson
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A heart monitor is heard as we open up the scene in a brightly lit white room. The light reflects off of the walls and floor, creating an almost heavenly scene. In the middle of the room however, rests a sheet covered object. The door of the room opens up and a figure walks in holding a clipboard. The figure wears a blue mask, hair cap, and hospital gown. The figure writes down a few things and checks the heart monitor before grabbing the sheet and yanking it off. Underneath is the complete opposite of the room. A man rests on a hospital bed, cut wide open and covered in blood. The bed and floor around him is soaked with blood as the man lays in the bed, eyes wide open. The only thing keeping this man alive and conscious is the unknown concoction of drugs dripping through the IV. The figure grabs ahold of the mask and cap before pulling it off. Cactus Jack Bronson grins at his victim as we finally see his face. He looks over the man as he begins to speak.

Cactus Jack Bronson:"Medical Nightmares Deathmatch! I've been in a lot of Deathmatches and have seen some crazy shit, but I have yet to see a match like this! Syringes, scalpels, hacksaw blades, razor blade tables, and a kiddy pool full of rubbing alcohol! Oh Larkyn my boy, you are in some deep shit at Tokyo Gore Noir! I said it on Twitter and I'll say it now, I wonder how many syringes I can stick into your body before you pass the fuck out?!"

Bronson turns away from the camera as he reaches for the medical table nearby. We can see his gown is open in the back and his bare ass flashes the camera. Naked, as always, Jack is wearing a pair of bright yellow hospital socks on his feet. He grabs hold of a scalpel as he begins to slash away at the skin of his victim. The victim doesn't really seem to notice until he looks down at his body and sees Jack slashing away. He screams as Bronson hacks away, not even caring what he cuts. He stops as he gets to the mans face. The man continues to scream, but Bronson simply takes his hand and shoves it over the mans mouth.

Cactus Jack Bronson:"I don't give a fuck about your life story Larkyn. How your Mommy never loved you and Daddy thought you were a failure. I don't feel bad for you. In fact, I don't feel a damn thing for you Larkyn. You are another body. A body created to fill my hunger for violence. A form existing only to bleed by the hands of Cactus Jack Bronson. Nothing more, nothing less. You say you are miserable? Misery is nothing compared to torture. And at Tokyo Gore Noir, I will torture you beyond any misery you've ever felt!"

Bronson pulls his hand away from the mans mouth. The man continues to scream as Bronson pulls away. Jack grabs the man by the cheeks and holds his mouth open. The mans screams turn to muffled screeches as Bronson grabs hold of his tongue and pulls it far enough out to slice it clean off with the scalpel! The screams change now as Bronson holds the mans severed tongue in his hand. The mans eyes have widened now as Bronson shoves the tongue down the mans throat, forcing him to swallow. Bronson turns back to the camera before rubbing his face, smearing blood in the process.

Cactus Jack Bronson:"You get screwed Larkyn. Debut match for you is against me. I don't care if you win or lose, I just care that you can't walk after. I only care about the blood. Pin me, make me submit, do whatever you have to do to get that win under your belt, but I won't make it easy. I'm going to hurt you Larkyn, worse then you've ever been hurt before. When you're in your room at night, miserable and depressed at the world, and you grab that razor blade to carve into your wrists, you should've carved deeper. You should've let it all end. Because after you step into Tokyo Gore Noir against me.... you're going to wish you were fucking dead!"

Bronson drops the scalpel and pushes away the cart as he jumps onto the bed. He sits on the chest of the man, holding down his arms as he grins down at his screaming victim.

Cactus Jack Bronson:"Just remember Larkyn, misery is optional, pain is inevitable! Don't fucking choke!"

Bronson grabs ahold of the IV and yanks it out of the mans arm! He squeals in pain, but not for long as Bronson quickly wraps it around the mans throat and pulls on it as hard as he can! The man gasps for air as his face turns to red and he reaches out to try and break free. Bronson just pulls tighter and never releases the grip. That is until the man goes limp, his arm falling down at the side of the bed and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Bronson releases the man as he slumps down in the bed. Bronson gets off the man and sits up in the bed next to him. He puts his arm around him and flashes a sadistic grin as the scene fades out slowly to black.
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