Chris Hunt makes some ''friends'' (Finished)

((The part that starts from the hooded man until the end was written by WD))

The scene turns into a rotten jail cell, the same jail cell that Vicious Wolf, Dogpyle, and Chris Hunt were dropped in last week. The cell is even more dirty than it was last week, it contains nothing other than a stone bunk bed, a small filthy toilet and currently the same three people that met in it last week, Chris Hunt, Dogypyle, and Vicious Wolf.

Dogpyle was sitting on a bunk bed, he had his head lowered in his palms and seemed to be deep in thought. Vicious Wolf was standing on the corner, he was calm and focused and had his eyes close. Chris Hunt was sitting on the floor, leaning his back on the wall opposing Dogpyle, he was breathing heavily and quickly, his face expression showed an odd mixture of anxiety, confusion, and anger, he keeps looking around, shifting from Wolf, then to Dogyple, then the empty hallway outside of the cell. Vicious Wolf suddenly opens his eyes, stares at Chris and starts speaking.

Vicious Wolf:Please relax you oversized chunk of meat. I cannot focus when a freak of nature is breathing louder than a bloody volcano.

Chris Hunt. while still seated, quickly turns to face Wolf, who is still standing in the corner.

Chris Hunt: [deep, somewhat loud voice] YOU out of all people calling me a freak of nature.

Chris Hunt gets up and walks toward Wolf, and Wolf's facial expression suddenly changes into a more vicious, demonic expression, as if he was suddenly taken over by a force of some sort

Inner Wolf: Listen here you dumb overpowered chunk of meat, you think I'm intimidated by your cursed size or by your empty head, you're gravely mistaken.Perhaps I will show you who the alpha is!




Vicious Wolf summons his claws and gets ready to lunge at the giant in front of him.




Chris Hunt: I crushed your arm last time, this time I'll crush your entire body, or are you going to resort to scratchin me again like a ---

Before Chris Hunt could finish what he was saying to Wolf, who is now in a staredown with Chris, Dogpyle interrupts.

Dogpyle: Hey! What the hell is wrong with you!?

Dogypyle gets up from his bunk bed, quickly walks towards Chris Hunt and Vicious Wolf to separate them, Chris Hunt goes back to the spot where he was sitting and Wolf backs down a few steps to the corner and dissipates his claws. Dogpyle takes a look at both of them and starts speaking in an aggressive tone.

Dogpyle: Did I not say anything at all last week?! You can't just go a few hours without trying to tear each other up? This isn't going to work if you continue being little children

Both Chris and Wolf seem to calm down just a little bit, so does Dogpyle as he continues speaking but in a different, calmer tone.

Dogpyle: Look, we have everything we need in this cell to take over this place. We're in a bad situation, and the only way we can have a small chance of survival is if we stick together, now shake.

Both Chris Hunt and Vicious Wolf look at each other, except calmer now and with less aggression, then stare at Dogpyle.

Dogpyle: Oh yeah, forgot, no touching policy....whatever, if you're done being immature and unprofessional, we need to come up with a plan.

Before Dogpyle could finish what he was saying, a guard appears outside of the cell. The guard is muscular and is dressed in uniform, he has a weird looking gun and a nightstick on his belt. The guard opens the cell.

Guard: Let's go, training time, get out of here.

The guard holds the cell door open as he waits for the trio to get out, after they leave the cell he escorts them to the training area. Once the three of them are at the training area, the guard leaves them.

The training area is filled with people, weights, dumbbells  and machines. The people there mostly consist of other wrestlers, but there are also some guards, cleaners, and other personnel  The machines are old and rusty, yet they run smoothly and effectively  and the area is almost as dirty as the cell is. The three of them look at each other 

Chris Hunt: I pumped enough steel this week, I will go ''make friends''

Dogpyle and Vicious Wolf smile as Chris Hunt walks away, leaving them behind. Chris Hunt starts to just walk around the training area, he stops when he sees a short kid cleaning the floor, he has an old bucket filled with water next to him and is cleaning the floor with a mop

Chris Hunt: Hey kid, you have something on your face

Izumi looks up at at the 7'5''  tall behemoth and starts to shake in fear, although he's scared to death, he still looks somewhat delighted to see that a competitor spoke to him

Izumi: Wh-what is it...sir?

Chris Hunt immediately and angrily throws a right-hand punch with all his strength straight to Izumi's jaw, his hand was so fast it can barely be seen moving. Izumi immediately falls face first into the bucket.

Chris Hunt: My fist, idiot.

Chris Hunt laughs hysterically as he walks away from the knocked out Izumi, Chris Hunt continues to walk around the training ground, looking for his next victim. A staff member walks by Chris, the staff member is dressed in uniform and is eating a banana, Chris Hunt snatches the banana from his hand and pushes him with his free hand. His one handed push was enough to move the staff member at least 3 meters back, where he falls straight on his face. Chris Hunt then looks at the half eaten banana in his hand.

Chris: I don't even want this.

Chris throws the bannana away as he continues to walk. While Chris is walking, he notices a shady figure standing in a corner not too far away from him, he then quickly towards the shady man, deciding he is his next victim.

Chris Hunt approaches the man



Hooded man: Master...Take heed, come forth...a troll like creature....

Walking Dead (carelessly): Let him be...my dear friend, he is full of despair, agony and pain... We should think forward on the matters before our hand...

Chris Hunt approaches the Walking Dead in an arrogant manner before showing off things and tries to jump on him.

Hooded Man: Get off you...vile creature....

Chris Hunt (Looks back): Who was that?? Oh....You little guy....you said something?

Chris Hunt grabs hold of the hooded man and raises him in the air by holding his ragged robe and tries to uncover the hood

Chris Hunt (trying to peek into the hood) : Who is there? Come out...come out.

Walking Dead: You despise people around you my friend...Anger destroys you, I should be more careful with him rather dragging his body around....



The voice so cold, the surrounding starts to puts its weight around, your mind thinks twice before you do anything, the heaviness brings forth the anger and frustration that has been inside you for so many years, the chill of the voice pierces the very spine you stand on yet, the anger in your eyes sees none but the fire to burn everything.

Chris Hunt drops the hooded man and leans over Walking Dead, who still stands motionless, emotionless, and his pale face seems to get into your mind and yet you try to figure is this man even worth to be made an example of.

Chris Hunt (With anger): How dare...I am a giant...and did you just try to lecture me there you puny pale man?

Walking Dead (Unprovoked) : Anger...So much Anger.... Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.

Chris Hunt (Provoked): How dare....

With all his might, the pumping of the adrenalin to the top most of the brain cells, the thoughts being mixed with all the frustration, one forgets the true nature of his own, Chris Hunt, the blood is rushing through his brains , the anger has got control of him, swings the very best his hand can do , follows is the gasp of air coming out of the motion tearing the lights and the dust pushes the might towards the Walking Dead, thoughts running one hit is enough for the man to even survive, hits his target.

With a huge slam he feels the target has been taken off yet he finds his might being only being destroyed by just a wink of time, the timing that changed the outcome of the inevitable result, the result that even his target could have not escaped yet he stands tall un-scratched, without any emotion, the escape, even the great Houdini could have never thought of attempting.

Walking Dead: Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean... Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him..... He who angers you conquers you.

Chris Hunt, stunned and yet unaware of the pain, the damage he had made is physical but pain felt inside him still pushes the rage to the peak of the summit. His hand still buried to the corner wall, he focuses on the Dead Man who has somehow able to dodge out the outrage blow thrown to him, his eyes still on fire swings his left hand to grab hold of the Walking Dead.

The rush of anger has taken over his mind, the words seems to have no feelings yet his heart has been pumping more blood of anger to his brain, the beating has been doubled and the doubts has been taking over, the cloud of failure shrouds over, the outcome more painful, this time he was able to make contact, the force diminished, the power gone and the hatred no longer his master. The blow blocked this time.

Walking Dead: Whatever is begun in anger ends in shame.... When anger rises, think of the consequences.... Forget your enemies. It's your friends you frustrate that cause all the problems.

Frustrated, Chris hunt pulls off his two hand and stands tall in-front of the Walking Dead, he looks over his shoulder to see the guards doing their daily choirs, even in sadness one never forgets to smile, even in defeat one still hope for that little moment which will bring on the victory.

Chris Hunt: You pale man, you seems to be worthy opponent however, I don’t know why you words has taken its effect on my mind. Who are you?

Walking Dead: Name...are so meaningless, people give names to identify themselves, yet the identity hidden, I can see the zeal and the fire and the hunger in you eyes. My friend people forget who they are and people think they are those who can be ruled over, your identity is hidden, you anger has no meaning over anything.

Chris Hunt(Confused): Look here, I am not here to listen a lecture or two from you, I am stuck here and my Hunger is growing.

Walking Dead: Control, anger is best disguised when you don’t despise anyone my friend, it will help you to win best of the bouts yet to come, your hate for yourself is more than the anger on others, And I can help.

Chris Hunt(Still Confused): Help??Who needs Help??

Walking Dead: Admit, submit and accept...you will learn a lot, its your choice to come and its choice to choose, I may now, if you excuse me, I have things to take care here...rather playing with you, it is worthless.

Walking Dead, slowly makes his way from Chris Hunt towards the cell areas, without any second thoughts and a victory over minds has brought forward a new beginning , Chris Hunt, stands few step behind, unwary and unnoticed he slowly took two steps towards Walking Dead, his mind still fighting, his body going against his will, his thoughts mixed with doubts, yet he starts to follow the Man, whom he just met few moments ago, reason unknown, outcome still a mystery.


The scene turns to Dogpyle and Vicious Wolf, who were standing together a few miles away from Chris Hunt, watching him, they don't seem too happy about the outcome of his encounter with Walking Dead

Dogpyle: What is he doing? Do you know the guy? Where's Chris going?

Vicious Wolf: The stupid sack of potatoes is being  deceived by that freak.....I don't like this.

As Vicious Wolf stands up and is about to confront the weird man, Dogpyle puts his hand on Wolf's chest signaling him to stop.

Dogpyle: I don't like him either. Come here I have an idea.


After that they move back in their cells direction

Alrighty nignog

Pretty nice.
In an effort to minimise the amount of spelling mistakes, is the first line of WD's part supposed to be "...take heed," rather than take head, which means something completely different.