Post by fraserfreeman on Nov 6, 2015 15:10:51 GMT -6
The scene opens up inside a police station. Fraser Freeman is in handcuffs being escorted through the holding cells. He is not overly enthusiastic to be leaving. Hell he isn’t enthusiastic about anything in life at the moment. The Police officer prods him in the back to spur him to move faster and less like a sloth. Rather than have the desired effect Freeman just turns his head round and give the officer a look that yells “do that again and I will stick my boot so far up your arse you’ll be flossing your teeth with me shoelaces”. The officer just shakes his head in disgust and prods Freeman again.
Officer: Move it big guy
Freeman shoots the guy yet another stare, but somehow comes to his senses that attacking a police officer in a police station that your in for assaulting someone is a VERY bad idea. He sucks it up and marches on silently biting his tongue. The pair stand at the end of the corridor and there’s a loud buzz as the door opens. Freeman and the officer enter into a wired cage where the officer proceeds to take off the hand cuffs and pat Freeman down, the officer making sure to be extra rough in doing so just because he finds Freeman to be an insufferable jackass. In truth in his current state ide imagine just about everyone would come to the same conclusion.
Bzzzzzzzzzz. The cage door swings open and Freeman walks to the reception desk where they hand him back his personal belongings. A money clip containing $200, his drivers license, his wallet, his black leather jacket and an extra large sterling silver hip flask containing the best bourbon money can buy, straight from the Jack Daniel special reserve stash, that few know about and even fewer know how to purchase. He throws his jacket on and places all his personal items but the hip flask in the pockets. He unscrews the cap on the hip flask and flips it open and turns away from the counter raising it up towards his lips when his eyes meet those of an enraged Silver Baron.
The Silver Baron in full apparel stands before Freeman, cane in hand pointing it in the big mans direction. If he got any more ticked off no doubt his fedora would fly up in the air because steam had erupted from his ears!
Baron: Really Fraser! Really!
Baron shakes his head and takes a few steps forward.
Baron: You get yo ass drunk as hell, beat some random cook up. Yo ass is lucky as fuck its not rottin in a fricken jail cell. Thankfully da kid is awake and there is insufficient evidence to press charges! Nuffin but he said she said mumbo jumbo. But what really pisses me the fuck off is I turn up here, hopin, prayin a night in the drunk tank drilled some sense into yo ass, but what do I find when I arrive to bail you out huh! There yo are about to enter the whiskey train all the way to drunksville!
Baron shakes his head from side to side, his face as red as a lobster. He points his cane at Freeman once more. Freeman is non nonplussed about it all, he is constantly rolling his eyes and looking up to the ceiling. Completely silent and seemingly in no mood to talk. Baron shakes his head some more and is incensed at the apparent cold shoulder Freeman is giving him.
Baron: Oi
Baron lunges forward and jabs Freeman in the chest with his cane.
Baron: You cant even pay me da courtesy of makin eye contact? I come here early to bail yo ass out and this is the reaction I get? I should break this cane off in you ass! Heck if it was anyone else I woulda done it already!
Freeman suddenly looks straight at Baron a rage in his eyes he walks forward and goes nose to nose with the man he not only calls his boss but a man he considers a friend. The rage within wants to break through. The devil on his shoulder telling him to tear that cane out of his hand and ram it down his throat. But somewhere inside, amongst all the angst and pent up aggression, he can see Baron has honourable intentions. That very thread of humanity he is ever so difficultly hanging on to the only thing stopping him from lashing out. Instead he simply puts his hand out and brushes Baron to the side and walks straight past him. Freeman storms towards and out the exit as Barons left open his arms wide wondering what the hell is going on.
As Freeman wanders out onto the street he finally gets to take a big glug from his hip flask. Only out the corner of his eye he spots Craven standing up against Barons pimped up purple low rider. Craven shoots a glance at Freeman as he walks on by. Freeman barely even acknowledges Craven s presence as he walks off down the road and out of site as Baron follows out and walks over to Craven shaking his head from side to side.
Craven: Still in Neanderthal land?
Baron nods and sighs
Baron: The ungrateful dick barely even acknowledged me! I'm not sure ders much left of da guy we knew Ricky.
Craven: Well yeah, cant say I blame him really
Baron: Ugh dont you start with the pity me shit!
Craven glares at Baron not impressed at all
Baron: My bad Ricky, just a bit worked up tis all. Freeman had the feckin cheek to get right up in ma grill seconds after I bailed his ass out the drunk tank! Thank the heavens .
Craven: Why the hell did you need me for this? I should be out looking for sky!
Baron: Somebody had to bail him out. You got Rocket dude, Right now if Freeman ain’t got us who da fuck has he got!
Craven nods, albeit a somewhat reluctant nod. Freeman has been like a big brother to him over the last year but right now his mind is firmly locked on finding Skylar.
Craven: So what now
Baron: Well, he clearly dunt want our help. I guess we should find a hotel and pray we aint gotta bail him out again!
Craven nods and opens the car door and climbs in starting up the engine. Baron walks round and jumps in and the pair head off in search of a warm bed for the night.
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Some 10 hours later
Fraser Freeman has spent the whole day trawling from bar to bar, occasionally taking a detour via a liquor store to top up his hip flask. You could say he is dealing with his issues the only way that seems to work, drinking himself into a stupor to the point he could care less. The worrying thing is he is every bit as cold and distant in his rare moments of sobriety, but this definitely isn’t one of them moments. Although to the untrained eye it may be difficult to determine. He has drank enough alcohol to sink a boat of sailors yet he is still standing, albeit staggering somewhat down the streets. Freeman approaches the familiar sight of the motel in which he was arrested. He approaches the very room and kicks through the boarded up door. He enters the room and goes and sits up against the wall amongst the carnage he created in this very room some 30 hours ago. Pulling his trusty hip flask out and taking a swig before smirking like a maniac and looking down the lens of the camera that followed him to this very spot.
Chaos. Pure destructive, chaos. I craaaaaaave it. I mean fuck right now I LIVE for it. Getting drunk and kicking arse, creating havok and smashing shit up. Hell I dare say I even get a slight thrill out of payin a visit down told cop shop. The last fucking thing and I mean the last thing on me mind is competition. I really couldn’t give a flying fuck about winning. Hell without Ember I kinda just don’t care about living. There is a void a gaping hole. You see I should have protected her, Cole never should of got his slimy little hand on her, albeit no thanks to a the only woman I have ever loved enough to let into my heart. So now I sit here amongst my own chaos, I see the destruction and you know what, it fills the fucking void.
Freeman laughs maniacally as he takes a swig from his flask. It is amazing that he is as coherent as he is given the amount of alcohol the man has sank. Theres a evil glint in Freeman’s eye. A cold glare that screams out for destruction, that in fact craves it.
I couldn’t give a fuck about addressing the UWA universe. Right now truth be told the whole world can go fuck itself! Like seriously. Everywhere I turn people are looking at me and asking how Fraser. How could you do that to poor Jez, How could you do that to that helpless cook who did fuck all to you. Then I hear Sentinel spouting off garbage. Saying you should face up to what you have done. You should show remorse blah blah mother fucking blah.
Freeman smirks and snickers as he gazes up at the camera.
The funniest bit is threatening manner in which he has been spouting his verbal diarrhoea.
Freeman snickers again and laughs maniacally as he shakes his head from side to side snickering uncontrollably
Its fucking hilarious, watching him stand there and tell me I need to face up to my actions as if I don’t he will make me pay. The guy is one hell of a comedian if he thinks that he can do ANYTHING to hurt me. In case you missed it thers fuck all you can do to make me suffer, I am already living my own personal hell. The very fact that you have the nerve to imply that I should fear you and what you could do to me is laughable beyond belief.
Freeman laughs it up shaking his head in disbelief as he takes another swig from his flask.
If anyone is to enter the ring with fear and trepidation on Monday night Sentinel it sure as hell should be you! You see theres a void in my life, a big black hole that's gravitational pull is pulling me further and further into the dark. For it is my turn to be in free-fall. For I am the one who is on the long descent to ruin. But heed my warning, a wounded animal is a dangerous animal and if I am going to fall from grace you can bet your fucking arse I am going to drag you and anyone else who crosses my path with me! For the love of god Sentinel PLEASE DO NOT turn up to Monday Night Mayhem expecting a wrestling match. We ain’t wrestling kiddo were going to fucking war and mark my words, out in the warzone I shoot to mother fucking kill!
Freeman smirks evilly at the camera as he begins to cackle. A crazy maniacal laugh. The man has entered the darkest recesses of his own mind as he heads closer and closer to the road of no return, the question is can he find a slip road in time?
Officer: Move it big guy
Freeman shoots the guy yet another stare, but somehow comes to his senses that attacking a police officer in a police station that your in for assaulting someone is a VERY bad idea. He sucks it up and marches on silently biting his tongue. The pair stand at the end of the corridor and there’s a loud buzz as the door opens. Freeman and the officer enter into a wired cage where the officer proceeds to take off the hand cuffs and pat Freeman down, the officer making sure to be extra rough in doing so just because he finds Freeman to be an insufferable jackass. In truth in his current state ide imagine just about everyone would come to the same conclusion.
Bzzzzzzzzzz. The cage door swings open and Freeman walks to the reception desk where they hand him back his personal belongings. A money clip containing $200, his drivers license, his wallet, his black leather jacket and an extra large sterling silver hip flask containing the best bourbon money can buy, straight from the Jack Daniel special reserve stash, that few know about and even fewer know how to purchase. He throws his jacket on and places all his personal items but the hip flask in the pockets. He unscrews the cap on the hip flask and flips it open and turns away from the counter raising it up towards his lips when his eyes meet those of an enraged Silver Baron.
The Silver Baron in full apparel stands before Freeman, cane in hand pointing it in the big mans direction. If he got any more ticked off no doubt his fedora would fly up in the air because steam had erupted from his ears!
Baron: Really Fraser! Really!
Baron shakes his head and takes a few steps forward.
Baron: You get yo ass drunk as hell, beat some random cook up. Yo ass is lucky as fuck its not rottin in a fricken jail cell. Thankfully da kid is awake and there is insufficient evidence to press charges! Nuffin but he said she said mumbo jumbo. But what really pisses me the fuck off is I turn up here, hopin, prayin a night in the drunk tank drilled some sense into yo ass, but what do I find when I arrive to bail you out huh! There yo are about to enter the whiskey train all the way to drunksville!
Baron shakes his head from side to side, his face as red as a lobster. He points his cane at Freeman once more. Freeman is non nonplussed about it all, he is constantly rolling his eyes and looking up to the ceiling. Completely silent and seemingly in no mood to talk. Baron shakes his head some more and is incensed at the apparent cold shoulder Freeman is giving him.
Baron: Oi
Baron lunges forward and jabs Freeman in the chest with his cane.
Baron: You cant even pay me da courtesy of makin eye contact? I come here early to bail yo ass out and this is the reaction I get? I should break this cane off in you ass! Heck if it was anyone else I woulda done it already!
Freeman suddenly looks straight at Baron a rage in his eyes he walks forward and goes nose to nose with the man he not only calls his boss but a man he considers a friend. The rage within wants to break through. The devil on his shoulder telling him to tear that cane out of his hand and ram it down his throat. But somewhere inside, amongst all the angst and pent up aggression, he can see Baron has honourable intentions. That very thread of humanity he is ever so difficultly hanging on to the only thing stopping him from lashing out. Instead he simply puts his hand out and brushes Baron to the side and walks straight past him. Freeman storms towards and out the exit as Barons left open his arms wide wondering what the hell is going on.
As Freeman wanders out onto the street he finally gets to take a big glug from his hip flask. Only out the corner of his eye he spots Craven standing up against Barons pimped up purple low rider. Craven shoots a glance at Freeman as he walks on by. Freeman barely even acknowledges Craven s presence as he walks off down the road and out of site as Baron follows out and walks over to Craven shaking his head from side to side.
Craven: Still in Neanderthal land?
Baron nods and sighs
Baron: The ungrateful dick barely even acknowledged me! I'm not sure ders much left of da guy we knew Ricky.
Craven: Well yeah, cant say I blame him really
Baron: Ugh dont you start with the pity me shit!
Craven glares at Baron not impressed at all
Baron: My bad Ricky, just a bit worked up tis all. Freeman had the feckin cheek to get right up in ma grill seconds after I bailed his ass out the drunk tank! Thank the heavens .
Craven: Why the hell did you need me for this? I should be out looking for sky!
Baron: Somebody had to bail him out. You got Rocket dude, Right now if Freeman ain’t got us who da fuck has he got!
Craven nods, albeit a somewhat reluctant nod. Freeman has been like a big brother to him over the last year but right now his mind is firmly locked on finding Skylar.
Craven: So what now
Baron: Well, he clearly dunt want our help. I guess we should find a hotel and pray we aint gotta bail him out again!
Craven nods and opens the car door and climbs in starting up the engine. Baron walks round and jumps in and the pair head off in search of a warm bed for the night.
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Some 10 hours later
Fraser Freeman has spent the whole day trawling from bar to bar, occasionally taking a detour via a liquor store to top up his hip flask. You could say he is dealing with his issues the only way that seems to work, drinking himself into a stupor to the point he could care less. The worrying thing is he is every bit as cold and distant in his rare moments of sobriety, but this definitely isn’t one of them moments. Although to the untrained eye it may be difficult to determine. He has drank enough alcohol to sink a boat of sailors yet he is still standing, albeit staggering somewhat down the streets. Freeman approaches the familiar sight of the motel in which he was arrested. He approaches the very room and kicks through the boarded up door. He enters the room and goes and sits up against the wall amongst the carnage he created in this very room some 30 hours ago. Pulling his trusty hip flask out and taking a swig before smirking like a maniac and looking down the lens of the camera that followed him to this very spot.
Chaos. Pure destructive, chaos. I craaaaaaave it. I mean fuck right now I LIVE for it. Getting drunk and kicking arse, creating havok and smashing shit up. Hell I dare say I even get a slight thrill out of payin a visit down told cop shop. The last fucking thing and I mean the last thing on me mind is competition. I really couldn’t give a flying fuck about winning. Hell without Ember I kinda just don’t care about living. There is a void a gaping hole. You see I should have protected her, Cole never should of got his slimy little hand on her, albeit no thanks to a the only woman I have ever loved enough to let into my heart. So now I sit here amongst my own chaos, I see the destruction and you know what, it fills the fucking void.
Freeman laughs maniacally as he takes a swig from his flask. It is amazing that he is as coherent as he is given the amount of alcohol the man has sank. Theres a evil glint in Freeman’s eye. A cold glare that screams out for destruction, that in fact craves it.
I couldn’t give a fuck about addressing the UWA universe. Right now truth be told the whole world can go fuck itself! Like seriously. Everywhere I turn people are looking at me and asking how Fraser. How could you do that to poor Jez, How could you do that to that helpless cook who did fuck all to you. Then I hear Sentinel spouting off garbage. Saying you should face up to what you have done. You should show remorse blah blah mother fucking blah.
Freeman smirks and snickers as he gazes up at the camera.
The funniest bit is threatening manner in which he has been spouting his verbal diarrhoea.
Freeman snickers again and laughs maniacally as he shakes his head from side to side snickering uncontrollably
Its fucking hilarious, watching him stand there and tell me I need to face up to my actions as if I don’t he will make me pay. The guy is one hell of a comedian if he thinks that he can do ANYTHING to hurt me. In case you missed it thers fuck all you can do to make me suffer, I am already living my own personal hell. The very fact that you have the nerve to imply that I should fear you and what you could do to me is laughable beyond belief.
Freeman laughs it up shaking his head in disbelief as he takes another swig from his flask.
If anyone is to enter the ring with fear and trepidation on Monday night Sentinel it sure as hell should be you! You see theres a void in my life, a big black hole that's gravitational pull is pulling me further and further into the dark. For it is my turn to be in free-fall. For I am the one who is on the long descent to ruin. But heed my warning, a wounded animal is a dangerous animal and if I am going to fall from grace you can bet your fucking arse I am going to drag you and anyone else who crosses my path with me! For the love of god Sentinel PLEASE DO NOT turn up to Monday Night Mayhem expecting a wrestling match. We ain’t wrestling kiddo were going to fucking war and mark my words, out in the warzone I shoot to mother fucking kill!
Freeman smirks evilly at the camera as he begins to cackle. A crazy maniacal laugh. The man has entered the darkest recesses of his own mind as he heads closer and closer to the road of no return, the question is can he find a slip road in time?
