Exclusive Post Trauma 188 SnapChat Footage Released!
Mar 6, 2016 20:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Raven Hex on Mar 6, 2016 20:59:40 GMT -5
::The following videos were recorded via mobile device of a PCW stagehand::
The camera is in selfie mode as the red-head stagehand stands on the empty stage of the Trauma set, a smile on his face as he snapchats the arena just clearing out from Trauma 188.
“Another successful show before the PPV in the books, peeps! Once all these people are out of here we are going to begin tearing down...check in again next time, 7pm…”
As the snap comes to its 10 second cut-off, a muffled yell is picked up and the stage hands face screws up in concern.
The stagehand is now backstage, walking quickly through the halls, eyes scanning them as he walks.
“Hey, all, there seems to be a disturbance back here, which is weird because last time I checked, everyone was clearing out…get to do some detective work! Super exciting!”
He flips the camera around as he turns down a dim hallway, just as another yell echoes through the halls, clearly male now.
“So I’m not quite sure why the hell I’m going towards the hollering, but part of me thinks it’s Bob trying to get back at me for setting the mousetraps under the ring last week. And if it is, I’m not going to be happy…”
His phone is picking up the locker room area of the arena, where the names of the occupants during the show are still taped to the doors. He passes one that seems to have something written on it and doubles back as the video ends.
“Now I KNOW this is a prank…”
He zooms in on the piece of paper on the door, and it’s covered in a red substance and tattered, the name barely visible as if some type of animal had swiped the paper with its claws, the door itself gauged in four long gashes.
“Good one, Bob!”
“FUCK YOU, YOU SAD EXCUSE FOR A B MOVIE SLU…”
“Oh shit…”
The stagehand mutters, his hand shaking around the camera as he has opened the door to the locker room to see the horrific tableau inside. Dan Fierce has been bound to a chair by his own wardrobe, and blood runs down his face, five superficial gashes running across his cheek and a busted cut above his eye masking one eye in blood.
“Oh shit!” the stagehand says again, starting to back up as the attacker turns emerald eyes upon him.
The camera is now in someone else’s hands, as it records the red-headed stagehand lying within the open doorway of the locker room, groaning and holding his head. The attacker clearly has possession of it and crouches over him, her talon tipped hand reaching out and patting the young man on the cheek before turning towards Dan, who manages to snarl and spit in her direction.
“You sour little cu…”
Raven Hex has turned the camera back into selfie mode and holds it up above her as she straddles Fierce on the chair, looking up into the lens with a gleeful expression while her free hand grabs him by the mouth, tilting his head upward so he is looking at the phone as well through his bloody mask.
“Now, now, sweetheart, apologize to all the ladies watching for using such bad language!”
She cackles and digs her nails into his cheeks some more before sticking her tongue out and running it all the way up the side of his blood-soaked face, much to his chagrin.
Back in portrait mode, Raven’s black biker boot is pressed firmly between Dan’s legs as he grits his teeth and mumbles threats towards her. She laughs, pressing her toe forward a little more.
“What’s the matter, Dan? Didn’t you say in the ring earlier that you were into this stuff? Must be having a little performance anxiety…maybe I’ll just put the camera down for a moment…”
She moves away from him, placing it down with it facing the mirror so you can still see her what is going on. As she steps back and then delivers a sickening superkick straight in the face, causing his head to snap back and the chair to topple over.
Raven has the camera up like a selfie posing teen, checking her hair in the mirror, the room a mess behind her, Dan’s chest slowly rising and falling visible on the floor as she looks directly into the camera through the mirror, winks, and blows a kiss before placing it down, the last image the snap picks up is “NEVERMORE” written across the mirror in Dan’s own blood.
The stagehand has recovered and looks disheveled as the room is filled with paramedics helping Dan back to his feet. He runs his hands through his hair and looks at the camera.
“What were they thinking letting this whack job into the arena? Chick isn’t there…like at all…”
(OOC: I had permission to post this from Dan.)
Snap 1
The camera is in selfie mode as the red-head stagehand stands on the empty stage of the Trauma set, a smile on his face as he snapchats the arena just clearing out from Trauma 188.
“Another successful show before the PPV in the books, peeps! Once all these people are out of here we are going to begin tearing down...check in again next time, 7pm…”
As the snap comes to its 10 second cut-off, a muffled yell is picked up and the stage hands face screws up in concern.
Snap 2
The stagehand is now backstage, walking quickly through the halls, eyes scanning them as he walks.
“Hey, all, there seems to be a disturbance back here, which is weird because last time I checked, everyone was clearing out…get to do some detective work! Super exciting!”
He flips the camera around as he turns down a dim hallway, just as another yell echoes through the halls, clearly male now.
Snap 3
“So I’m not quite sure why the hell I’m going towards the hollering, but part of me thinks it’s Bob trying to get back at me for setting the mousetraps under the ring last week. And if it is, I’m not going to be happy…”
His phone is picking up the locker room area of the arena, where the names of the occupants during the show are still taped to the doors. He passes one that seems to have something written on it and doubles back as the video ends.
Snap 4
“Now I KNOW this is a prank…”
He zooms in on the piece of paper on the door, and it’s covered in a red substance and tattered, the name barely visible as if some type of animal had swiped the paper with its claws, the door itself gauged in four long gashes.
“Good one, Bob!”
“FUCK YOU, YOU SAD EXCUSE FOR A B MOVIE SLU…”
Snap 5
“Oh shit…”
The stagehand mutters, his hand shaking around the camera as he has opened the door to the locker room to see the horrific tableau inside. Dan Fierce has been bound to a chair by his own wardrobe, and blood runs down his face, five superficial gashes running across his cheek and a busted cut above his eye masking one eye in blood.
“Oh shit!” the stagehand says again, starting to back up as the attacker turns emerald eyes upon him.
Snap 6
The camera is now in someone else’s hands, as it records the red-headed stagehand lying within the open doorway of the locker room, groaning and holding his head. The attacker clearly has possession of it and crouches over him, her talon tipped hand reaching out and patting the young man on the cheek before turning towards Dan, who manages to snarl and spit in her direction.
“You sour little cu…”
Snap 7
Raven Hex has turned the camera back into selfie mode and holds it up above her as she straddles Fierce on the chair, looking up into the lens with a gleeful expression while her free hand grabs him by the mouth, tilting his head upward so he is looking at the phone as well through his bloody mask.
“Now, now, sweetheart, apologize to all the ladies watching for using such bad language!”
She cackles and digs her nails into his cheeks some more before sticking her tongue out and running it all the way up the side of his blood-soaked face, much to his chagrin.
Snap 8
Back in portrait mode, Raven’s black biker boot is pressed firmly between Dan’s legs as he grits his teeth and mumbles threats towards her. She laughs, pressing her toe forward a little more.
“What’s the matter, Dan? Didn’t you say in the ring earlier that you were into this stuff? Must be having a little performance anxiety…maybe I’ll just put the camera down for a moment…”
She moves away from him, placing it down with it facing the mirror so you can still see her what is going on. As she steps back and then delivers a sickening superkick straight in the face, causing his head to snap back and the chair to topple over.
Snap 9
Snap 10
The stagehand has recovered and looks disheveled as the room is filled with paramedics helping Dan back to his feet. He runs his hands through his hair and looks at the camera.
“What were they thinking letting this whack job into the arena? Chick isn’t there…like at all…”
(OOC: I had permission to post this from Dan.)
