Post by Rotten Mark Keaton on Mar 15, 2022 6:50:19 GMT -6
Jerry Vermont slid his hand over the mirror in his workout room, the frame moved to one side and he ducked into his secret room. He pulled a chain above his head and the light flickered on, illuminating his messy workbenches. He threw a white plastic bag on one workbench then pull up a stool. He rubbed a big bruise on the back of his leg from the massive Creeper Drop he performed on the last Brawl program.
Jerry emptied the contents of the bag and it was all little microchips, tiny quarter sized speakers and lots of wiring. He dropped the dirty hockey mask next to the gadgets and readied a glue gun. He needed The Creeper to have a voice. He glued the wires and speakers inside the mask and after a few hours of programming and testing, he was finally ready to try it out.
He stood up, then put the hockey mask on. He spoke a few lines and realized it still sounded too much like his own voice. He lowered the pitch to nearly the bottom on the program then tried again. Now it was a very deep, low sound. Perfect in case he was to be interviewed in a backstage area on the show, and to interrogate one of these thugs working for a crime boss in Lakeside City USA.
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Lakside City USA, Mantolli's Italian Eatery - 8:30 pm
Mob boss Vincent DeCarlo sat in his private booth inside the busy restaurant. Vincent came from a long line of mobsters stretching back to the early 80's. After not advancing to boss in Chicago, he was allowed to branch out with his own men to Lakeside City USA, where his impact was immediately felt when he took over local gangs and brought in a particularly dangerous one in Skull Tribe. He was in his mid fifties with graying hair on his temples and new wrinkles forming around his mouth.
He looked at his watch when a Texan walked into the place and was shown to his table.
"Howdy partner, I recon its a mighty fine evening for some spaghetti." The Texan said with a horrible accent.
"You're five minutes later, Mayor. That is an awful fuckin disguise too." DeCarlo ordered spaghetti for himself then waved the waiter on, his guest wasn't staying for food.
"I thought it was alright." Mayor Randall James felt his fake mustache, then his hat.
"Listen, I'll keep this short and simple. Some of my generals are getting worried about Skull Tribe gang members getting caught left and right by this fuckin vigilante that's been running around at night. I've got tens of millions of dollars of guns and drugs coming into this pisswater city in the next few weeks. I want you to commission a new task force to protect my interests and eliminate this vigilante. I also want a couple of my very own hitmen staffed in this new task force. Word it in your own official language and fund the Sheriff appropriately for it. He's not exactly on board with us yet, but he will be someday. That or we'll need a new Sheriff. Pray we won't need a new Mayor too." DeCarlo received his spaghetti , he waved the mayor away.
The Mayor nodded then walked out of the restaurant in his silly Texan disguise, a very worried expression on his face.
Jerry emptied the contents of the bag and it was all little microchips, tiny quarter sized speakers and lots of wiring. He dropped the dirty hockey mask next to the gadgets and readied a glue gun. He needed The Creeper to have a voice. He glued the wires and speakers inside the mask and after a few hours of programming and testing, he was finally ready to try it out.
He stood up, then put the hockey mask on. He spoke a few lines and realized it still sounded too much like his own voice. He lowered the pitch to nearly the bottom on the program then tried again. Now it was a very deep, low sound. Perfect in case he was to be interviewed in a backstage area on the show, and to interrogate one of these thugs working for a crime boss in Lakeside City USA.
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Lakside City USA, Mantolli's Italian Eatery - 8:30 pm
Mob boss Vincent DeCarlo sat in his private booth inside the busy restaurant. Vincent came from a long line of mobsters stretching back to the early 80's. After not advancing to boss in Chicago, he was allowed to branch out with his own men to Lakeside City USA, where his impact was immediately felt when he took over local gangs and brought in a particularly dangerous one in Skull Tribe. He was in his mid fifties with graying hair on his temples and new wrinkles forming around his mouth.
He looked at his watch when a Texan walked into the place and was shown to his table.
"Howdy partner, I recon its a mighty fine evening for some spaghetti." The Texan said with a horrible accent.
"You're five minutes later, Mayor. That is an awful fuckin disguise too." DeCarlo ordered spaghetti for himself then waved the waiter on, his guest wasn't staying for food.
"I thought it was alright." Mayor Randall James felt his fake mustache, then his hat.
"Listen, I'll keep this short and simple. Some of my generals are getting worried about Skull Tribe gang members getting caught left and right by this fuckin vigilante that's been running around at night. I've got tens of millions of dollars of guns and drugs coming into this pisswater city in the next few weeks. I want you to commission a new task force to protect my interests and eliminate this vigilante. I also want a couple of my very own hitmen staffed in this new task force. Word it in your own official language and fund the Sheriff appropriately for it. He's not exactly on board with us yet, but he will be someday. That or we'll need a new Sheriff. Pray we won't need a new Mayor too." DeCarlo received his spaghetti , he waved the mayor away.
The Mayor nodded then walked out of the restaurant in his silly Texan disguise, a very worried expression on his face.