Post by Spencer Adams (Owner) on Apr 19, 2024 0:10:20 GMT
What the FUCK!?
Spencer’s voice can be heard in the distance, screaming the three words in a jumbled flurry. NPWA camera crew sprints down the hall. Upon arrival, the shot shows a door broken in half like it were the subject of a Rampage Jackson tantrum. Inside the commissioner’s office, desk supplies and the collectibles that filled out the space have been swiped off their resting places, some broken with few being beyond repair.
Andre Holmes: Spence, what the-
Standing in the mess of an entryway are the two deputy commissioners, Andre Holmes and Howard Black, both with confusion and concern plastered thick over their persons.
Spencer Adams: CCTV! Pull it up!
Howard Black: Storms knocked’em out for awhile, not sure what you’re gonna find.
Spencer Adams: Fanfuckingtastic.
With his blood boiling over, Spencer drags a finger across the cracked glass of a picture frame containing one of himself and his two children.
Andre Holmes: Cage is open..
Spencer and the others pivot towards the ball tumbler used for drawing Rumble entrants. Adams approaches and starts rummaging around, making mental note of the balls available.
Spencer Adams: Fifteen isn’t here..
Andre Holmes: Just put another in.
Spencer Adams: I’m not tampering with the process more than someone already did.
Howard Black: Well, what now?
Spencer Adams: Dead number.
Andre Holmes: Dead number?
Spencer Adams: Skip it. Give them the extra time and beef up security overall. We’re not going to give extra time and power to bullshit.
The camera backs up as Spencer holds up a hand for as much privacy as the open doorway will allow. The others back out and the scene fades.
Spencer’s voice can be heard in the distance, screaming the three words in a jumbled flurry. NPWA camera crew sprints down the hall. Upon arrival, the shot shows a door broken in half like it were the subject of a Rampage Jackson tantrum. Inside the commissioner’s office, desk supplies and the collectibles that filled out the space have been swiped off their resting places, some broken with few being beyond repair.
Andre Holmes: Spence, what the-
Standing in the mess of an entryway are the two deputy commissioners, Andre Holmes and Howard Black, both with confusion and concern plastered thick over their persons.
Spencer Adams: CCTV! Pull it up!
Howard Black: Storms knocked’em out for awhile, not sure what you’re gonna find.
Spencer Adams: Fanfuckingtastic.
With his blood boiling over, Spencer drags a finger across the cracked glass of a picture frame containing one of himself and his two children.
Andre Holmes: Cage is open..
Spencer and the others pivot towards the ball tumbler used for drawing Rumble entrants. Adams approaches and starts rummaging around, making mental note of the balls available.
Spencer Adams: Fifteen isn’t here..
Andre Holmes: Just put another in.
Spencer Adams: I’m not tampering with the process more than someone already did.
Howard Black: Well, what now?
Spencer Adams: Dead number.
Andre Holmes: Dead number?
Spencer Adams: Skip it. Give them the extra time and beef up security overall. We’re not going to give extra time and power to bullshit.
The camera backs up as Spencer holds up a hand for as much privacy as the open doorway will allow. The others back out and the scene fades.