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Drug addicts, rebels, weirdos

(the villain you love to hate; has cult following; may deal drugs on side)


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04-07-2020, 02:32 AM

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In the subterranean stronghold, life takes on a whole different perspective. Time loses all meaning, the concept of day and night, doesn't seem to exist and after awhile, it feels like everything blends together in a never-ending, infinite stretch. There aren't any clocks or calendars either, just a series of buzzers, indicating that something is about to happen. Yet the routine doesn't help matters. If anything the schedule only makes it worse somehow. The grueling consistency of it all. Soon the world outside and all life above, vanishes and your underground home, becomes your sole reality. A bastille in the very bowels of hell.


Make no mistake, what you have been made to understand was done on purpose.


This is a formula that was calculated and carried out by design, deliberately. A tactic. One that's meant to crush someone's soul. Break the spirit and destroy all hope and free will or at least, those were the intentions behind the master plan. What led to the construction and fortification of this specific facility. To separate the strong from the weak. Determine who could survive under immense duress and mental anguish, compared to those that simply weren't fit and would inevitably crumble, after succumbing to the pressure. For this was no ordinary base of operations beneath the ground.


No, this particular structure was the site of creation and transformation, where humans were conditioned, reconstructed, trained and eventually, turned into "living weapons". And the location was key. A vital piece of the puzzle, when it came to the entire picture and unquestionably, a necessary part of the process. Though small in the grand scheme of things, considering everything that was involved, it was still a fundamentally important aspect. Based on the aforementioned reason and also a precautionary measure, instilled as a security protocol. One of many, in the terms of safety through secrecy, regarding the organization behind it all... and then some.


A company, hidden in plain sight and functioning rather lucratively, completely off the radar and known only (by those that needed to know) as The Order.





Quite a bit of time had passed since Griffin MacAlister, signed away his freedom, trading one prison for another, ironically in the name of obtaining his freedom and now, he was trapped underground. Buried miles below the surface, surrounded by steel and concrete, the fortress was impenetrable. Nothing could get in or out, without authorization. The place was heavily fortified and secured by an advanced surveillance and weapons system, along with highly trained guards, that were both armed and given the clearance to terminate on sight. Should anyone cause a scene or step out of line, for any reason. A very tangible truth that had been supplied with more than enough evidence for Griffin, on several occasions, when he witnessed; first-hand, what happened when folks didn't obey the rules and took it upon themselves to get a little rowdy. It never ended well for them and yes, that was putting it mildly.


So Griffin MacAlister did something that would be considered ludicrous and utterly inconceivable, by today's standards, when it came to The Mechanic. He followed the rules and kept his head down. Always listened, did what he was told and stayed in line. Never questioning anything or talking back to authority. He was the perfect image of obedience, restraint and respect, which garnered some negative attention from his peers but with limited social interactions, coupled with the battalion of trigger happy guards, nothing really came from it. Not at first anyway...


The initial few phases of the procedure dealt with alteration. Genetic restructuring, modification and a complete cellular conversion, executed via injections, the consumption of chemicals and several operations. Most of which, brought on sickness or excruciating agony as an after effect. When Griffin wasn't puking his guts out, he was writhing in incredible pain. It was torture and he could literally feel his body changing... altogether metamorphosizing, like it was rebuilding itself from the inside, out. From deep within, to the surface of his skin and it didn't stop with a mere sensation, eventually he took note of an actual physical adjustment, as well. Gone was the scrawny punk kid, he was toned, lean and had a substantial variance in muscle mass.


Then there was the total mind modification, thought realignment and memory magnification. More chemicals were introduced; this time mind altering ones, in addition with the use of a machine that combined a series of lights and images to readjust the senses. Intellect, rationalization and reasoning skills, perception and oddly enough, subconscious thoughts, were also affected. Corresponding tests for refinement were utilized, in order to establish precision and quality. And even some rather extensive, surgery occurred. All deemed necessary when it came to reprogramming the human brain. Repercussions of the events in question included, tremendous, skull splitting headaches, dizzy spells, hallucinations, hearing things that weren't there, temporary memory and vision loss and panic attacks.


Somehow Griffin survived through it all. The horrific blood-curdling screams and wails, echoing from every darkened corner of his cell, some of which he didn't know if they were coming from him or not. Or if they were even real at all. Sleep depravity, mixed with wondering when the suffering and torment would end or if that relief would only come with death. All the while, trying to stay calm and not draw attention to himself. Forcing himself to eat and above all else, not crumple into a heap on the floor, during his restricted moments outside of his cell. For fear of being taken away and eliminated, due to weakness.


He seen a few individuals fall and even though they were helped up, they were also instantly ushered off by guards, never to be seen again and those were not a set of circumstances that promised a positive outcome. Yeah, he was fairly certain those poor bastards were dead, killed and most assuredly incinerated, every bit of their existence erased from the equation of life. Griffin refused to follow in their footsteps and experience a similar conclusion. In the end, his sheer determination and willpower, allowed him to persevere.


Consequential to his successful survival, he started the next procession of phases. Far different than the previous sequence, these dealt primarily with honing skills and training. Hand to hand combat; in the form of various fighting styles and techniques, close range weapons, tactical and strategic - all methods were extensively exercised. As well as the fine art of stealth and hunting down a target, undetected. This pit Griffin against everyone else, which placed him directly in the crosshairs of those that weren't too happy about his compliance and the way he carried himself, prior to training.


Alas, those that attempted to use this as the fuel to their fire, swiftly found it to be a tragic mistake. For this is where MacAlister, exceptionally excelled. Everything he endured and underwent, paid off. Although the enhancements and conditioning, were only a portion of what made him surpass every challenge, surmount the obstacles and overshadow the rest. What really gave him a distinct edge that proved to be most essential, was this added, undeniable spark that pushed him to thrive, never giving up or surrendering, he was resilient and tenacious. Traits bestowed onto him from his need to live and make it through. Influenced the transformation and aided him on further phases, thus insuring his satisfactory completion of the program and what led him to "graduation day" so to speak.





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"Let's see, what the fuck am I even doin' here? Haha! Oh right! Shooting a promo and talking about Gilly. Yeah, I remember now. Sorry... not sorry, I'm a little fuckin' stoned. Smoked a couple of bowls with my buddy bRiaN, before I took it upon myself to record this promo. Anyways, I'm supposed to take Peter on in a fight and that there brawl, is coming up quick action like but the dude has done, gone set himself on easy mode. Seriously what the fuck is up with him lately? Bitchin' and moaning like he's on the rag or some shit. Riding the cotton pony. Someone needs to get Peter some Midol, already and maybe a fix of chocolate, so he can settle down. Stop pitching fits and talking straight up nonsense."


"Now normally, this man ain't playing with a full deck of cards and he's usually stumbling around, spewing gibberish and gobbledygook, these last few days though, he's been more mind-numbing and baffling than ever before. Saying he's going to lay down for folks and not put up a fight, throwing temper tantrums and pity parties, like they're going out of style. What happened to the Peter that said he was going to bury me under the ring? After he broke every bone in my body. Where's that guy? The one that's going to make me suffer, then suffer some more, until I'm nearly dead. Holy fuck balls. Can I talk to that Gilmour again?"


"Y'know what? Fuck it. Whichever version of Peter I get, it changes nothing. I'm still gonna shine up my boots, all real nice and pretty like... march down to that ring and stomp the fuckin' shit out of him. It's going to be a grand ol' boot party, come Wednesday Night Warfare. And if I stomp him even more stupid or kick some sense into him finally, at least there will be a difference in his behavior. Whether he's drooling on himself, even more than usual or actually putting coherent thoughts into sentences, there's going to be a change that occurs."


"Besides his status of employment."


"Cause I'm most assuredly, making that mentally inept, imbecile quit. Even if he has to struggle the words out, between sobs and spittin' out mouthfuls of blood and teeth, he's saying it. He's telling the whole world that he quits. Oh hells yeah! He is! He's throwing in that motherfucking towel and quitting! There's no doubt about that. Gilmour is finished. The reign of the chicken parm king is through. And there isn't a damn thing that sorry, son of a bitch can do, to stop it. No amount of crying will alter anything. So you best save them tears, Gilly there's a shortage of tissues these days and I don't think anyone, will want to waste 'em on you."


"Oh hey, look at that, it's time to smoke another bowl..."




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Title History
3x X-Treme Champion
1x (and 1st ever) North Korean Champion (Now the Television Title/X-Bux Championship)
1x Tag Team Champion (Longest reigning tag team champion @273 days. 231 w/Sebastian Duke and 42 solo)
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