The image would begin to clear up as the camera panned in, catching an image of a group of men in a line, all wearing orange uniforms within the white construct. They would approach the counter, speaking to a nurse who would gladly hand them their daily dosage of control in pill form. The men who received their pills would exit the line and go to the commons in which they would converse with others. That's how the days seemed to go, the same old thing. It was done in order to control the feelings of these men, the Men within the Asylum. However, there was a stray within the colors of white and orange which would be two polar opposites, there would be the color of black and red on one man.
That man who's face has yet to be revealed as the camera kept a close image on the clothing. The long crimson red jacket with black lines where the pockets were located, another huge violation with the confine. Different colors and pockets both were frowned upon due to the difference and the influence the colors would have among the loonies. The nurse was aware of this and spoke to the man in a somewhat irritated tone.
"What are you we-"
The man would reach his hand that had tape wrapped around it, bringing his index finger upon the lips of the nurse, stopping her in her tracks. Slowly, the camera would begin to raise. First, exposing the smile of the man, secondly exposing the blue eyes that were filled with hate and suffering, much like the men who filled up the Solitude of the Mentally Insane, finally, the full face could be seen. The man was the very man who lost to Disciple for his title, the Asylum title.
"Shut the hell up, and listen."
The nurse would raise a brow with an expression that showed she disliked Trent, but she was a nurse, what would she do? Sure, many of her colleagues have put down many of the mentally unstable who once lived within these halls with lobotomies and torture of sorts, however, she can't do anything alone and Trent was willing to do anything if the time came.
"I can see you dislike what I am doing, but I have disliked what you have done to my fellow friends, and quite honestly, it's disgusting. It's time we overthrow this place and fill the white walls with the sweet, vibrant crimson red. The Asylum, is mine."
The nurse would look with eyes that told the whole story from what Trent said, she was afraid. Slowly, she placed her hands on a button that would have alerted the security who would be in the staff room. Two men came out as a crowd would begin to surround the scene.
The two larger security guards looked to come in and tackle Trent at the same time, which was a mistake. Simply, Trent pulled out contents from his pocket, revealing a large blade that would have been shined to the point. The two men would hesitate slightly, but they were going to try and rush in, regardless. The first security guard rushed ahead of the second one, attempting the tackle, to only have his knee kicked in by Trent who would look to nail a low dropkick. The man fell and would begin to hold his knee.
The crowd would begin to get riled up, enjoying the sight of seeing men hurt and seeing that there was a man who was fighting for their freedom from the hell-hole that this place was. The second security guard would take a big gulp before he rushed in as well, only meeting to the same. This time though, he met with a Superkick that immediately knocked him over onto his back. The nurse who previously called security would be open-jawed at the performance put on. She slowly took a step back from the counter while Trent took another step closer. Of course, the fun had to be ruined as a large amount of security would begin to flood the area. This was an awe-inspiring sight and was a bit scary from the nurse's perspective, but it was going to get a whole lot worse.
The confined men who wore their orange suits began to rush into the crowd of security guards, outnumbering all of them easily, letting Trent continue on his path of hopping over the counter and approaching the nurse. Of course, the nurse isn't what he wanted, but the nurse had what he wanted before he could get out. His championship. With a simple extending of his hand and a cold-blooded gaze, she would begin to scream in horror as she was in a corner.
"DON'T TOUCH ME! IT'S IN THE DESK, PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME! I HAVE A HUSBAND AND TWO KIDS, PLEASE, SIR PLEASE!"
Trent gave her a toothy-grin before he would turn around to the desk, opening up one of the containers that contained only pencils and notebooks for marking the consumption of pills. Trent closed that cabinet, looking in the cabinet below it, in which held the holy grail. It was the Asylum Championship and the key to the building. The noise in the hallway would drown out the gentle laugh Trent would have made, as security guards and patients were scattered against the floor, with small spots of blood splat across the wall.
With the title draped over his shoulder and key in hand, Trent would hop over the counter, approach the large doors, insert the key into the lock, and finally unlock and open the door. A bright light would fill the once dim hallways. The patients who were standing began to head for the hills and leaving the Asylum, as well as would Trent who kept that toothy-grin on his face. Slowly, Trent would leave the Asylum and leave his old life behind, as this was a new age.
That man who's face has yet to be revealed as the camera kept a close image on the clothing. The long crimson red jacket with black lines where the pockets were located, another huge violation with the confine. Different colors and pockets both were frowned upon due to the difference and the influence the colors would have among the loonies. The nurse was aware of this and spoke to the man in a somewhat irritated tone.
"What are you we-"
The man would reach his hand that had tape wrapped around it, bringing his index finger upon the lips of the nurse, stopping her in her tracks. Slowly, the camera would begin to raise. First, exposing the smile of the man, secondly exposing the blue eyes that were filled with hate and suffering, much like the men who filled up the Solitude of the Mentally Insane, finally, the full face could be seen. The man was the very man who lost to Disciple for his title, the Asylum title.
"Shut the hell up, and listen."
The nurse would raise a brow with an expression that showed she disliked Trent, but she was a nurse, what would she do? Sure, many of her colleagues have put down many of the mentally unstable who once lived within these halls with lobotomies and torture of sorts, however, she can't do anything alone and Trent was willing to do anything if the time came.
"I can see you dislike what I am doing, but I have disliked what you have done to my fellow friends, and quite honestly, it's disgusting. It's time we overthrow this place and fill the white walls with the sweet, vibrant crimson red. The Asylum, is mine."
The nurse would look with eyes that told the whole story from what Trent said, she was afraid. Slowly, she placed her hands on a button that would have alerted the security who would be in the staff room. Two men came out as a crowd would begin to surround the scene.
The two larger security guards looked to come in and tackle Trent at the same time, which was a mistake. Simply, Trent pulled out contents from his pocket, revealing a large blade that would have been shined to the point. The two men would hesitate slightly, but they were going to try and rush in, regardless. The first security guard rushed ahead of the second one, attempting the tackle, to only have his knee kicked in by Trent who would look to nail a low dropkick. The man fell and would begin to hold his knee.
The crowd would begin to get riled up, enjoying the sight of seeing men hurt and seeing that there was a man who was fighting for their freedom from the hell-hole that this place was. The second security guard would take a big gulp before he rushed in as well, only meeting to the same. This time though, he met with a Superkick that immediately knocked him over onto his back. The nurse who previously called security would be open-jawed at the performance put on. She slowly took a step back from the counter while Trent took another step closer. Of course, the fun had to be ruined as a large amount of security would begin to flood the area. This was an awe-inspiring sight and was a bit scary from the nurse's perspective, but it was going to get a whole lot worse.
The confined men who wore their orange suits began to rush into the crowd of security guards, outnumbering all of them easily, letting Trent continue on his path of hopping over the counter and approaching the nurse. Of course, the nurse isn't what he wanted, but the nurse had what he wanted before he could get out. His championship. With a simple extending of his hand and a cold-blooded gaze, she would begin to scream in horror as she was in a corner.
"DON'T TOUCH ME! IT'S IN THE DESK, PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME! I HAVE A HUSBAND AND TWO KIDS, PLEASE, SIR PLEASE!"
Trent gave her a toothy-grin before he would turn around to the desk, opening up one of the containers that contained only pencils and notebooks for marking the consumption of pills. Trent closed that cabinet, looking in the cabinet below it, in which held the holy grail. It was the Asylum Championship and the key to the building. The noise in the hallway would drown out the gentle laugh Trent would have made, as security guards and patients were scattered against the floor, with small spots of blood splat across the wall.
With the title draped over his shoulder and key in hand, Trent would hop over the counter, approach the large doors, insert the key into the lock, and finally unlock and open the door. A bright light would fill the once dim hallways. The patients who were standing began to head for the hills and leaving the Asylum, as well as would Trent who kept that toothy-grin on his face. Slowly, Trent would leave the Asylum and leave his old life behind, as this was a new age.
