Post by Adrian Taylor on Oct 25, 2011 23:48:55 GMT -5
~Devil's Night had come and passed. Things didn't exactly turn out the way Adrian had planned, but he did do quite a bit of damage to Scott Manor in that match. That had to count for something. He beat that man from one end of the ring to the other. It didn't end in a victory, but it didn't end in a loss either. It was simply nothing more than a fight that had occurred. He did his damage, but he wasn't satisfied. The result didn't quench the thirst for blood that Adrian demanded from Scott. He couldn't do anything in the condition he was in now. He would have to wait to get his hands on Scott again. His body wasn't exactly in the best of conditions right now. In between recovering from his bullet wound, recovering from the brawl in the comic store, and the grueling match he just had at the pay-per-view... It was safe to say that Adrian's body really hated him right now.
He tried laying in his suite back at the Towers. Possibly crack open a cold one and relax. Allow himself to rest. However, something just made him feel completely restless. He couldn't stop thinking about Scott Manor and how bad that he wanted to dump six feet of dirt over the broken body of his enemy. There was no way that he could get away with an act like that without a finger being pointed in his direction. No. Adrian would have to find some other way to calm his nerves. There was one place in particular that Adrian had taken an interest in that would have to do for now. It was a place called 'The Gun Store.' The place was an indoor shooting range. If he couldn't personally put a bullet in Scott's head for being a thorn in Adrian's side, he could at least let off some steam there without questions.
Adrian grabbed one of those wonderful little posters of Scott Manor that could be purchased at the vendor stands in the arena before taking a trip down to The Gun Store. Adrian requested the Premium price. Could have gone for the Exclusive VIP range, but what fun is shooting guns by yourself? He just went with the Premium package. $499.00 wasn't breaking the bank. He paid for the session and headed to the booth Adrian was assigned with the shooting instructor that he was required to have with him. He'd asked the instructor to hang up the poster for him to shoot at instead of the images that they provided. Of course, he got a weird look for this request. Who wouldn't? Coming to a gun range with a poster of a celebrity to shoot at? That's not a red flag? It didn't matter though. Adrian was quite persuasive when he wanted to be. A quick flash of some extra cash and the instructor allowed it.
There were others around, sort of staring at him because he was a celebrity. Some probably staring because he was bandaged up from the abuse he's been putting himself through. He couldn't exactly just blend into a crowd right now. He was used to the staring though. Didn't bother him much. He'd make sure to give them something to watch. Adrian had brought his own weapon to shoot, since that service was allowed. He preferred a weapon he was more comfortable with and knew. He brought his trusty customized Beretta 92. Black steel with ivory handles. Nice little chrome skull embedded in the handles. An inscription of the phrase 'Si vis pacem para bellum' was written across the side of it. The instructor looked at Adrian's weapon when he pulled it from the holster and said... ~
Instructor: "Damn. That's a nice piece you got there."
"I wouldn't leave the house without it, if I wasn't prohibited from carrying it around my job. I trust this thing with my life."
Instructor: "Let loose that bad boy, then."
"Bad girl."
Instructor: "Your Beretta's a girl?"
"Of course. She's the baddest bitch in the world. Hahaha."
~Adrian and his instructor shared a laugh before Adrian turned to face his booth. He make sure his headphones were on correctly to protect whatever was left of his hearing. Then he removed the safety while watching the poster of Scott slide to the back. He clicked the hammer back with his thumb, raised the gun, closed his fake eye out of habit, and aimed at the image of his enemy. A smirk crept up Adrian's face, before unloading his weapon. Releasing a full clip into the poster. Piercing holes in that smug look on Scott's face. Eat lead, fucker. Adrian pulled the trigger until there was nothing left but a click, click, click from his gun. The instructor looked at Adrian, then at the poster that now resembled a slice of Swiss cheese, then back at Adrian. The sight brought a smile to their face as they commented...~
Instructor: "Looks like you've had some practice, eh?"
"Something like that."
~...Adrian had responded without looking at the instructor. He took a few steps back from his booth, preparing to reload his weapon. When Adrian turned around, he not only saw his instructor standing by, but...~
He tried laying in his suite back at the Towers. Possibly crack open a cold one and relax. Allow himself to rest. However, something just made him feel completely restless. He couldn't stop thinking about Scott Manor and how bad that he wanted to dump six feet of dirt over the broken body of his enemy. There was no way that he could get away with an act like that without a finger being pointed in his direction. No. Adrian would have to find some other way to calm his nerves. There was one place in particular that Adrian had taken an interest in that would have to do for now. It was a place called 'The Gun Store.' The place was an indoor shooting range. If he couldn't personally put a bullet in Scott's head for being a thorn in Adrian's side, he could at least let off some steam there without questions.
Adrian grabbed one of those wonderful little posters of Scott Manor that could be purchased at the vendor stands in the arena before taking a trip down to The Gun Store. Adrian requested the Premium price. Could have gone for the Exclusive VIP range, but what fun is shooting guns by yourself? He just went with the Premium package. $499.00 wasn't breaking the bank. He paid for the session and headed to the booth Adrian was assigned with the shooting instructor that he was required to have with him. He'd asked the instructor to hang up the poster for him to shoot at instead of the images that they provided. Of course, he got a weird look for this request. Who wouldn't? Coming to a gun range with a poster of a celebrity to shoot at? That's not a red flag? It didn't matter though. Adrian was quite persuasive when he wanted to be. A quick flash of some extra cash and the instructor allowed it.
There were others around, sort of staring at him because he was a celebrity. Some probably staring because he was bandaged up from the abuse he's been putting himself through. He couldn't exactly just blend into a crowd right now. He was used to the staring though. Didn't bother him much. He'd make sure to give them something to watch. Adrian had brought his own weapon to shoot, since that service was allowed. He preferred a weapon he was more comfortable with and knew. He brought his trusty customized Beretta 92. Black steel with ivory handles. Nice little chrome skull embedded in the handles. An inscription of the phrase 'Si vis pacem para bellum' was written across the side of it. The instructor looked at Adrian's weapon when he pulled it from the holster and said... ~
Instructor: "Damn. That's a nice piece you got there."
"I wouldn't leave the house without it, if I wasn't prohibited from carrying it around my job. I trust this thing with my life."
Instructor: "Let loose that bad boy, then."
"Bad girl."
Instructor: "Your Beretta's a girl?"
"Of course. She's the baddest bitch in the world. Hahaha."
~Adrian and his instructor shared a laugh before Adrian turned to face his booth. He make sure his headphones were on correctly to protect whatever was left of his hearing. Then he removed the safety while watching the poster of Scott slide to the back. He clicked the hammer back with his thumb, raised the gun, closed his fake eye out of habit, and aimed at the image of his enemy. A smirk crept up Adrian's face, before unloading his weapon. Releasing a full clip into the poster. Piercing holes in that smug look on Scott's face. Eat lead, fucker. Adrian pulled the trigger until there was nothing left but a click, click, click from his gun. The instructor looked at Adrian, then at the poster that now resembled a slice of Swiss cheese, then back at Adrian. The sight brought a smile to their face as they commented...~
Instructor: "Looks like you've had some practice, eh?"
"Something like that."
~...Adrian had responded without looking at the instructor. He took a few steps back from his booth, preparing to reload his weapon. When Adrian turned around, he not only saw his instructor standing by, but...~
