Post by Vincent 'The Raven' Steel on Mar 2, 2020 15:51:26 GMT -5
....backstage during Cory's entrance into the North American title match....
Vincent was furious with his father as he pounded wildly against the door of the janitor closet and yelling for help, "Cory come back here now! Dammit!"
The closet wasn't big enough for him to get a good enough run to charge but his yelling must have drawn someone's attention when he heard his name getting called out, "Vincent?"
Until they called a few more times getting closer Vincent recognized the voice belonged to Marcus Kingson, he pounded against the door again so Marcus could find him. Finally the door swings open and Marcus is confused, "Who put you in the closet?! Where is Cory?"
"CORY DID! He dragged me away from the bike just before he went down, told me I couldn't follow him anymore!" Marcus pulls the mask down and begins to shove Vincent down the hall, "Your old man has a suicide fetish! I swear to God he enjoys doing dumb reckless shit, go now and do whatever to help him. The big lug seems to be attached to his manager that's where I would start," Marcus advised the young boy just before pushing him into the packed crowd.
"God help them," Marcus pleaded to himself, but he was in thought and a look spread across his face and so Marcus heads deeper into the arena.
...between the match...
Vincent had accomplished his mission of removing Horacio Mortimer as a threat from the match, he had lost security in the crowd but Marcus came from out of nowhere grabbing Vincent by the arm and pulling him into a lightly crowd hall. He shoved a card into the young man's hand, "He's taking a beating and he needs you out there, show this to that twit ref."
Vincent was confused, "If he wanted me out there I would be, but it's evident he doesn't."
"When has Cory Steel listened to anyone? Vincent make your own calls," Marcus smiled and under the mask Vincent did too, right before he turned to head back out to the ring.
....the aftermath....a fleeing of Grimm....
Vincent had escaped the clutches of Grimm just by a hair, his head was ringing from the thundering punches the sheer quickness of the man's strikes, and a little warm blood poured from his nose into his mouth. He heard heavy footsteps running from a previous hall and dived behind a stack of large boxes used for hauling equipment.
Vincent was trying to hold his breath afraid to make a sound, he could literally feel his blood pumping from his heart to the temple on both sides of his head. The foot steps stopped but that heavy presence remained, it made Vincent freeze to where he was hiding. He wouldn't dare move. However the presence of Grimm seemed tired of looking and the footsteps began to echo away. Vincent still didn't move. No he remained with breath held to his hiding spot for a minute or two...maybe ten...twenty...he wasn't sure how long but with shaking legs from having remained so still he finally crawled out and ...
"BOY!"
Grimm had grabbed for Vincent but his hands found only the demonic mask which tore away as Vincent fell on his bottom, the pair locked eyes...a set of cold gray eyes...and a set of pale blue eyes.....Vincent was struggling to breath...what he saw he knew wasn't there...just maybe a man...but...but...
Vincent saw not a man but a giant beast the skin color of coal with fire for hair standing over him, the backdrop was no longer the arena but the grounds of the apocalypse and Hell burning bright was behind him! Scrambling backwards Vincent was back on his feet...running...around a corner...he collides with Marcus and Cory both! Fear in his eyes...
"What the hell? Damn boy where are you going in such a hurry?" asked Marcus, both men observed that Vincent looked like he saw a ghost and they were concerned but Cory looked more...
..."Fucking Gri-," he pointed back to where he just came and his words trailed off as nothing was there except for his mask laying on the ground, "Grimm was just there I swear he pulled my shit off and we locked eyes," everyone was looking down the hall but saw nothing before Vincent could speak again Cory stepped up with a huge smack across Vincent's face! The boy braced as one could but he didn't fall instead he was red faced staring at Cory who was clearly mad, "I told you and I tried to save you! But you didn't fucking listen Vincent and look at what happened, Grimm has marked US! Goddammit does anyone listen?"
Marcus stepped to help the boy but he pushed away the advancement his eyes never leaving Cory's face, "When did listening pay out for you big Bear man? Huh? I was helping! I took out Horacio Mortimer tonight and deflected Grimm from getting near you, where I'm from we say thank you! You don't think I can't handle myself? I ain't weak! And guess what to prove that to you I'm going to enter the Icemann Invitational tournament alone! When I win we will revisit this conversation," Vincent was quick himself and landed a solid thick heavy jab to the jaw of Cory who dropped straight back onto his bottom this time....he rubbed his jaw but he wasn't out...he didn't react..., "I'll prove I'm a Steel....why it should be Raven and Bear."
Vincent left without another word. Marcus was stunned in silence for a minute but he helped Cory up, "What the hell just happened? Are you going to go talk to him?"
"No," Cory stared out in the direction Vincent walked and smiled, "Let him handle this, I can't hold his hand now. He wants to prove himself then go for it, that's what it takes to be a man. Standing alone. Go with him if you want, keep his head above the water because if Grimm is after me...if he is after Vincent...revenge can be heavy...he will need guidance during the tournament if that's the route he is going."
Marcus wanted to argue but Cory was actually right, he instead offered a hand for the pair to shake. It was firm and friendly with Marcus patting Cory on his shoulder, "Keep your own eyes open, Grimm and that David Hunter well they seem hungry...and you're the North American champion!"
Marcus turned and left while Cory folded his arms across his chest smiling, "See you after the tournament kid."
Vincent was furious with his father as he pounded wildly against the door of the janitor closet and yelling for help, "Cory come back here now! Dammit!"
The closet wasn't big enough for him to get a good enough run to charge but his yelling must have drawn someone's attention when he heard his name getting called out, "Vincent?"
Until they called a few more times getting closer Vincent recognized the voice belonged to Marcus Kingson, he pounded against the door again so Marcus could find him. Finally the door swings open and Marcus is confused, "Who put you in the closet?! Where is Cory?"
"CORY DID! He dragged me away from the bike just before he went down, told me I couldn't follow him anymore!" Marcus pulls the mask down and begins to shove Vincent down the hall, "Your old man has a suicide fetish! I swear to God he enjoys doing dumb reckless shit, go now and do whatever to help him. The big lug seems to be attached to his manager that's where I would start," Marcus advised the young boy just before pushing him into the packed crowd.
"God help them," Marcus pleaded to himself, but he was in thought and a look spread across his face and so Marcus heads deeper into the arena.
...between the match...
Vincent had accomplished his mission of removing Horacio Mortimer as a threat from the match, he had lost security in the crowd but Marcus came from out of nowhere grabbing Vincent by the arm and pulling him into a lightly crowd hall. He shoved a card into the young man's hand, "He's taking a beating and he needs you out there, show this to that twit ref."
Vincent was confused, "If he wanted me out there I would be, but it's evident he doesn't."
"When has Cory Steel listened to anyone? Vincent make your own calls," Marcus smiled and under the mask Vincent did too, right before he turned to head back out to the ring.
....the aftermath....a fleeing of Grimm....
Vincent had escaped the clutches of Grimm just by a hair, his head was ringing from the thundering punches the sheer quickness of the man's strikes, and a little warm blood poured from his nose into his mouth. He heard heavy footsteps running from a previous hall and dived behind a stack of large boxes used for hauling equipment.
Vincent was trying to hold his breath afraid to make a sound, he could literally feel his blood pumping from his heart to the temple on both sides of his head. The foot steps stopped but that heavy presence remained, it made Vincent freeze to where he was hiding. He wouldn't dare move. However the presence of Grimm seemed tired of looking and the footsteps began to echo away. Vincent still didn't move. No he remained with breath held to his hiding spot for a minute or two...maybe ten...twenty...he wasn't sure how long but with shaking legs from having remained so still he finally crawled out and ...
"BOY!"
Grimm had grabbed for Vincent but his hands found only the demonic mask which tore away as Vincent fell on his bottom, the pair locked eyes...a set of cold gray eyes...and a set of pale blue eyes.....Vincent was struggling to breath...what he saw he knew wasn't there...just maybe a man...but...but...
Vincent saw not a man but a giant beast the skin color of coal with fire for hair standing over him, the backdrop was no longer the arena but the grounds of the apocalypse and Hell burning bright was behind him! Scrambling backwards Vincent was back on his feet...running...around a corner...he collides with Marcus and Cory both! Fear in his eyes...
"What the hell? Damn boy where are you going in such a hurry?" asked Marcus, both men observed that Vincent looked like he saw a ghost and they were concerned but Cory looked more...
..."Fucking Gri-," he pointed back to where he just came and his words trailed off as nothing was there except for his mask laying on the ground, "Grimm was just there I swear he pulled my shit off and we locked eyes," everyone was looking down the hall but saw nothing before Vincent could speak again Cory stepped up with a huge smack across Vincent's face! The boy braced as one could but he didn't fall instead he was red faced staring at Cory who was clearly mad, "I told you and I tried to save you! But you didn't fucking listen Vincent and look at what happened, Grimm has marked US! Goddammit does anyone listen?"
Marcus stepped to help the boy but he pushed away the advancement his eyes never leaving Cory's face, "When did listening pay out for you big Bear man? Huh? I was helping! I took out Horacio Mortimer tonight and deflected Grimm from getting near you, where I'm from we say thank you! You don't think I can't handle myself? I ain't weak! And guess what to prove that to you I'm going to enter the Icemann Invitational tournament alone! When I win we will revisit this conversation," Vincent was quick himself and landed a solid thick heavy jab to the jaw of Cory who dropped straight back onto his bottom this time....he rubbed his jaw but he wasn't out...he didn't react..., "I'll prove I'm a Steel....why it should be Raven and Bear."
Vincent left without another word. Marcus was stunned in silence for a minute but he helped Cory up, "What the hell just happened? Are you going to go talk to him?"
"No," Cory stared out in the direction Vincent walked and smiled, "Let him handle this, I can't hold his hand now. He wants to prove himself then go for it, that's what it takes to be a man. Standing alone. Go with him if you want, keep his head above the water because if Grimm is after me...if he is after Vincent...revenge can be heavy...he will need guidance during the tournament if that's the route he is going."
Marcus wanted to argue but Cory was actually right, he instead offered a hand for the pair to shake. It was firm and friendly with Marcus patting Cory on his shoulder, "Keep your own eyes open, Grimm and that David Hunter well they seem hungry...and you're the North American champion!"
Marcus turned and left while Cory folded his arms across his chest smiling, "See you after the tournament kid."