Post by Crane/Kyoshi on Mar 14, 2017 18:52:54 GMT -5
The door to the Office of Axel Graves had closed shut with a thud and the perpetually pissed off powerhouse from Newcastle stepped through the hallway with a new sense of purpose and unbridled enthusiasm for what was to come.
Nigel Crane had been enjoying his new job as the enforcer of Union Battleground and the spot as Axel Graves’ right hand man. But no matter what the circumstances that may come where his professional proclivities for violence were used to the company’s best interest, at the heart of the matter, Nigel Crane was first and foremost a wrestler and a wrestler who wanted to step into the ring and break bones instead of breaking them when someone got out of line.
After having a conversation with boss man, Graves was happy to grant the raging bull a match that could sink his teeth into some newcomers that needed to be put in their place. Maverick and Jason Bourne were two wrestlers that had been at odds for some time now and were looking to make their name in Union Battleground by burying the other one far beneath the earth. For reasons Crane could not figure out, Graves saw potential in the two wrestlers.
Crane figured that Graves wanted to test the two wrestlers. To see how far they could be pushed. Why else would he tell the enforcer to tear the two apart other than to test them against the biggest beast in the promotion?
Crane walked out of the building and towards the parking lot. It had been a long time since he had a good fight. He was hungry, eager. Like a junkie looking for his next shot, Nigel Crane needed his fix. With haste, he hopped into his car and took off for the nearest bar that he could find. Insuring to find the right one, with the proper drinking crowd, one that loved to throw down as much as they loved them back.
The closest bar that fit Crane’s bill was a rough and tumble place, or so it claimed, called The Cat’s Eye. Located on the bad side of town, it was a place where any hard hitting motherfucker needed to get a drink.
It didn’t take Nigel Crane long to find his target, a big muscled man with a long beard and a leather vest. The perfect fit for a bar such as this. Crane felt for him. He didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.
Crane got two beers from the bar and approached the man. He chugged the first beer and began to sip as he starred into the face of the big bellied behemoth.
Biker: What the fuck do you want?
Nigel Crane: To see just how thick that dome of yours really is.
Nigel smashed the bottle over the man’s head and suddenly it was on. The two bulls tearing into each other. Punches, kicks, arms, and blood splattered the bar as the two men broke the table and fought into the aisle. The crowd was cheering them on. But the one who was not happy with the goings on was the bartender, who was growing further agitated at the damage happening in his bar.
There was a click of a shotgun and the two men looked over to the man who now had a twelve gauge trained on the two of them.
Bartender: You cut that shit or so help me god, I’ll send you to your maker.
The two men relinquished each other and was held at gunpoint until the cops arrived. It was another two hours before Nigel Crane was released from police custody. He walked into the parking lot to find a limousine waiting for him. Crane got in to find Axel Graves waiting for him.
Axel Graves: I like the intensity, but if you get arrested again and your ass will be out on the street, got it?
Crane nodded slowly. Maybe he should keep his violence contained to just the ring.
Nigel Crane had been enjoying his new job as the enforcer of Union Battleground and the spot as Axel Graves’ right hand man. But no matter what the circumstances that may come where his professional proclivities for violence were used to the company’s best interest, at the heart of the matter, Nigel Crane was first and foremost a wrestler and a wrestler who wanted to step into the ring and break bones instead of breaking them when someone got out of line.
After having a conversation with boss man, Graves was happy to grant the raging bull a match that could sink his teeth into some newcomers that needed to be put in their place. Maverick and Jason Bourne were two wrestlers that had been at odds for some time now and were looking to make their name in Union Battleground by burying the other one far beneath the earth. For reasons Crane could not figure out, Graves saw potential in the two wrestlers.
Crane figured that Graves wanted to test the two wrestlers. To see how far they could be pushed. Why else would he tell the enforcer to tear the two apart other than to test them against the biggest beast in the promotion?
Crane walked out of the building and towards the parking lot. It had been a long time since he had a good fight. He was hungry, eager. Like a junkie looking for his next shot, Nigel Crane needed his fix. With haste, he hopped into his car and took off for the nearest bar that he could find. Insuring to find the right one, with the proper drinking crowd, one that loved to throw down as much as they loved them back.
The closest bar that fit Crane’s bill was a rough and tumble place, or so it claimed, called The Cat’s Eye. Located on the bad side of town, it was a place where any hard hitting motherfucker needed to get a drink.
It didn’t take Nigel Crane long to find his target, a big muscled man with a long beard and a leather vest. The perfect fit for a bar such as this. Crane felt for him. He didn’t know what he had gotten himself into.
Crane got two beers from the bar and approached the man. He chugged the first beer and began to sip as he starred into the face of the big bellied behemoth.
Biker: What the fuck do you want?
Nigel Crane: To see just how thick that dome of yours really is.
Nigel smashed the bottle over the man’s head and suddenly it was on. The two bulls tearing into each other. Punches, kicks, arms, and blood splattered the bar as the two men broke the table and fought into the aisle. The crowd was cheering them on. But the one who was not happy with the goings on was the bartender, who was growing further agitated at the damage happening in his bar.
There was a click of a shotgun and the two men looked over to the man who now had a twelve gauge trained on the two of them.
Bartender: You cut that shit or so help me god, I’ll send you to your maker.
The two men relinquished each other and was held at gunpoint until the cops arrived. It was another two hours before Nigel Crane was released from police custody. He walked into the parking lot to find a limousine waiting for him. Crane got in to find Axel Graves waiting for him.
Axel Graves: I like the intensity, but if you get arrested again and your ass will be out on the street, got it?
Crane nodded slowly. Maybe he should keep his violence contained to just the ring.