NOTE: The following depiction is a graphic and brutal account of violence over a children�s icon�Santa Claus. If for any reason you object to reading of this then please do not read any further. Some parts are graphic while others are meant to be humorous. Also, not one moment in this RP denotes the thoughts or feelings of this writer towards Santa Claus as it is meant solely as an act of fiction to further a heel persona.
[The camera fades in to show a snow covered farm, in an unknown area, with a brick red-colored barn in the background. The sound of footsteps can be heard in the background and the camera slowly pans around to show a view of the Platinum Champion, Slash Tannon standing in the midst of the large open land. He is wearing a pair of dark black hiking boots, a pair of black jeans and a black sweatshirt, covered by his normal black trench coat that hangs five feet down from his shoulders. Instead of his normal sunglasses though, he has a black ski mask atop his face, pulled up enough so that the fans can see his face as he walks. He does not speak but his thoughts can be heard through the airwaves.]
I don�t need to be here, it is not a necessity that I continue this meaningless vendetta. It could have been over for him a dozen different ways in the past; from the beatings, the broken bones, the crucifixions, the burns, the tortures, all at my hand but I never went to that last step. I can�t or I would be hated by more people than any other person before me�Hitler would be Gandhi by comparison.
I do enjoy it though. It gives me some sort of vengeful redemption to see his blood stain my weapons, my hands�my brow. To see a man of his stature�a cultural icon for generations of people around the world�broken at my hand. The first year, even I did not see the attack coming. The second year I planned it out so carefully and he never expected it. Last year, he tried so hard to hide but I found him and broke him down again.
He has found this farm to hide until his special day comes, a day in which he is being depended on by a world of children and adults who turn to children on this day. He knows I am hunting him, I have not shielded this fact by any means, but he knows eventually he must come out of hiding�his job, his reputation depends on it.
The hunt is over, the time has arrived. The hunter has found his prey.
[The camera fades in to show the barn, where Tannon now stands directly in front of. One of the barn doors is open and a rather hefty-set shadow can be seen from around the corner, busy working on something over a workbench. Tannon does not say a word but pulls the black ski mask over his face and reaches into his trench coat, withdrawing an expandable steel pipe. He quietly enters the barn and his body disappears from view as a moment later his own shadow appears directly behind that of the other figure. The pipe can be seen being raised up and then swung down hard from behind the figure, which can be seen collapsing to the ground upon the impact.]
Tannon (pausing as the camera slowly peers into the barn, before speaking): Ladies and gentlemen, may I present�the man, the myth, the Clause�Kris Kringle�aka, Santa Clause.
[The camera zooms in to show the body of an old, white-bearded, heavy-set man dressed in a red suit and black boots. This is no imitation or mall-version�Slash Tannon has just knocked out Good �ol Saint Nick.]
[The camera fades out.]
[Minutes pass]
[The camera fades in to show Santa Clause tied chest-up to a large wooden bench in the middle of the barn. He is sweating profusely as the camera zooms in to show his hands and ankles cuffed by steel braces to the underside of the table, not moving, even slightly despite his attempts to get free. The camera pans around to show a large black sheet covering one wall of the barn�interestingly enough�the sheet is rustling. The figure of Slash Tannon steps out from behind the curtain, a look of bemusement across his face. The hole in his mask where his mouth is allows for his sinister smirk to be shown as he walks across the hay-covered barn floor and over to where the jolly one lay.]
Tannon (looking down at Santa and nodding slowly): So it comes about that we meet again?
[Santa cannot say a word as a gag was tied securely over his mouth. His eyes however, despite his jolly complexion show an amount of hate and anger that no child would ever have believed their beloved Santa could hold inside of him.]
Tannon (allowing one of his gloved hand to tweak the nose of his captive as he speaks): I have to give you credit though, you almost lost me this year but�sadly�your predictable purchases of $4.9 million dollars from a Toys R� Us were enough to help me find you.
[Santa lets out a small sigh and faces away from Tannon, only to have Tannon deliver a hard slap to his face.]
Tannon (shaking his head): You are going to want to watch this.
[Tannon walks over to a nearby bucket and brings it over to the table in which Santa is currently tied to. He picks up a pair of worker�s tongs and reaches into the bucket, pulling out a rather unusual piece of white rock, a rock that is literally steaming from the contact with the barn air. Tannon holds the item near Santa�s face, allowing Santa to feel the sudden cold that comes about from having this item near.]
Tannon (smiling and gesturing with the tongs): This is what most people call Dry Ice. It�s a truly amazing part of science. One of the coldest things on the face of the planet, in fact it is so cold that it apparently �burns� a person when it comes in contact with human flesh. Now, I have never actually witnessed it when it does come in contact with skin�so this will be an interesting piece of experimentation for the both of us.
[Santa�s eyes widen as he realizes what Tannon plans to do and he begins to struggle more than ever.]
Tannon (hushing him and shaking his head as he puts the ice ever so close to Santa�s rosy red cheeks): Shhhh�it won�t last long. I have so many fun little things for us to do over the next few hours.
[Tannon slowly touches the edge of the ice against the reddish cheek of Santa, using the least amount of contact as possible�though even that was obviously enough as Santa began to writhe on the table in pain, the ice causing the sound of �sizzling bacon� to occur on the face of Santa. The man that IS Christmas continues to writhe out even after Tannon removes the ice, leaving a reddish burn across the victim�s face, burning from the still fresh wound.]
Tannon (trying to contain his laughter but allowing a small chuckle to escape his lips): This is even more fun than I thought.
[Tannon continues to slowly touch the burning piece of ice against the face of Santa for more than twenty minutes, a slow and steady pace as he goes. His thoughts can be heard, though barely over the screaming agony of the muffled Santa.]
I know what you are thinking�why?
I guess you could call it rebellion from one to many lumps of coal in one to many stockings.
I will admit, for years I did love Christmas, but the holidays wore out their welcome when they took my adopted mother, Lauren Hughes from me when I was 12.
That was NOT what I wanted for Christmas�I asked for a basketball�I got a broken heart.
Santa can suffer for it since I never found the driver of the car that hit her.
Santa may as well suffer�it was on his day of the year.
[The sounds of Santa�s screams begin to subside as Tannon slowly places the ice back in its container and puts it on the ground near the entrance to the barn. He makes his way back over to where Santa lay and pulled up a chair near where the left hand of Santa was tied to the table. He reaches into his trench coat and slowly, perhaps relishing the slow, methodical moment, he pulls out a silver hammer. The look on Santa�s face is classic as his eyes widen in horror and his head begins to shake violently as his muffled voice pleads for Tannon to stop this torture.]
Tannon (shaking his head and twirling the hammer in one hand): That won�t work my chubby old friend; I made sure that those chains were good and strong. Besides, why would you want to walk away from this�just when we are about to have some real fun?
[Tannon slowly raises the hammer above the index finger of Santa�s left hand and watches as Santa�s eyes plead with him in an attempt to change his mind. Tannon shakes his head and slams down the hammer as hard as he can across the knuckle of Santa�s finger.]
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Mmmmmph! FUMMMMPPHHHCA!
Tannon (singing as he watches Santa writhe in agony and as he slowly moves the hammer to right over Santa�s left pinkie finger): �Frosty the Hitman�
[Tannon lifts the hammer up and delivers a devastating shot to the poor guy�s pinkie.]
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Ahhhhhhmmmmppphhhh!
Tannon (singing as he moves the hammer across Santa�s frame and over to his right hand, where he positions the hammer over Santa�s right middle finger): �Was a bastard, so they say.�
[Tannon swings the hammer down and catches the man�s finger directly between the second and third knuckle.]
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Shhimmmphhhh!
Tannon (singing as he watches Santa�s eyes begin to well up with tears and blood slowly trickles out from where the hammer has already connected): �With a steel hammer.�
[Tannon does not even pause this time as he catches Santa with a hard hammer shot to the old man�s right wrist.]
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Gahhhhhmmmmmmm!
Tannon (singing and laughing as he walks around the table until he gets to the feet of Santa, exposed as Tannon had removed the man�s black boots when he had tied him up): �And carbon-bladed knife.�
[Tannon lifts the hammer up and delivers a devastating shot across Santa�s 3rd and 4th toe on his right foot.]
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Fammmmmppppphhhh! Maaaammmmppphhh!
Tannon (continuing his song as he traces the ankle of Santa with the hammer and slowly rears back): �And two bullets, made of lead!�
[Tannon lifts the hammer up and delivers three shots with the hammer in quick succession; to the left side of Santa�s right ankle, to the right side and then to the left side again.]
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Ahhhhhhmmmmppphhhh!
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Fammmmmppppphhhh! Maaaammmmppphhh!
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Maaaammmmppphhh!
Tannon (singing as a smile crosses his face and he moves to the left foot of Santa Claus): �Thumpity, Thump, Thump!�
[Tannon lifts the hammer up and delivers three shots with the hammer again in quick succession; to the left side of Santa�s left ankle, to the right side and then to the man�s left big toe.]
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Errrraaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Gammmmppphhhh!
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Maaaammmmppphhh!
Tannon (continuing his song): �Thumpity, Thump, Thump!�
[Tannon gets right in the face of the pained Santa Claus, whose eyes are now filled with tears as he tries to not show the pain.]
Tannon (singing softly, almost sweetly into the ear of Santa): �Hear the bodies fall!�
[Tannon lifts the hammer up and delivers three shots with the hammer again in quick succession; to the left elbow, to the left wrist and then to the man�s left thumb.]
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Errrraaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Grimmmmmpppphhhh!
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Paammmmmmppphhhh!
Tannon (continuing his song): �Thumpity, Thump, Thump!�
[Tannon lifts the hammer up again and delivers another three shots with the hammer, all to the right kneecap of Santa, causing Tannon to literally stretch across the table to do so.]
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Whhhhammmmppphhhh!
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Gaaahhhhh!
CRACK!
Santa (through the gag): Arrrrrrrmmppppphhhh!
Tannon (continuing his song): �Thumpity, Thump, Thump!�
[Tannon slowly puts the hammer back into his trench coat and then slaps the cheek of Santa once before completing his song.]
Tannon (continuing his song): �As they hit the snow!�
[Tannon cannot help but chuckle at the song as he steps back and admires the work he has done. A man admired by an entire planet now lies on a table with scarred burns across his face, blood dripping from various broken bones across his body and a large purple bruise on the side of his head from the steel pipe. Tannon smirks as he once again reaches into his trench coat and this time what he pulls out shines brightly as the sun hits the metal casing of silver revolver. Santa moans in disapproval, fear etched across his now-scarred face.]
Tannon (shaking his head as he gets up): Now, really Santa, I would never kill you. Not even I am that evil. However, I have done just about everything to you in these past years without ever actually killing you. Yet, every year you come back and try again�so this year, death will become a part of our little game.
[Tannon slowly makes his way over to the large curtain that had covered the wall area of the barn, with a flourish he pulls it open to reveal three of Santa�s elves tied to three of the large wooden support beams holding up the barn. They, like Santa, are gagged and bound, but they are vertical while Santa is tied horizontally to the table in the center of the barn facing the elves.]
Tannon (pointing to each elf with the hand not holding the revolver): Santa, I believe you know Claudius, Raytheon and Midor�they are three of your most beloved elves aren�t they?
[Santa does not respond, but rather looks sadly towards his three small friends, whose own eyes echo their bosses� sadness as they well up with tears. Tannon watches this little non-verbal interaction with amusement before just shaking his head and holding the gun in the air, drawing all four pairs of eyes to it with that one motion. Tannon, using the hand not holding the revolver reaches into his trench coat again and pulls out three silver cased, hollowed-out bullets.]
Tannon (his eyes moving slowly between the bound elves and the bound and broken Santa Clause as he speaks): I hope you boys are ready because we are about to play a fun little game that is so popular in mob circles. It is called�Russian Roulette.
[The elves can be seen visibly weeping, their tears soaking through their green and gold colored uniforms as they watch Tannon slowly load a bullet into a cartridge of the gun, spin it, and snap it into place without looking. He places the other two bullets on a nearby bench and then speaks up again.]
Tannon (his eyes staring menacingly at Santa): This is how we will be playing the game. I will be pulling this triggers twelve times and if you (he points to the elves) can survive after the 12 pulls of the trigger then you AND Santa may leave. But if you cannot, then you will of course be dead and Santa will get to suffer my final torture to him. I will go down the line and every time you will have a 1 in 6 chance of being killed. It begins�now.
[Tannon slowly makes his way over to where Claudius stands, bound to the post and holds the gun firmly against his skull so that the elf can feel the cold metal as it touches his skin.]
Tannon (whispering softly into the ear of Claudius): On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�1 Grave for You!
Click.
[An audible gasp came from the mouth, gagged as it was, of Claudius. Tannon just smirked and slowly opened the chamber, spun it and snapped it into place again as he moved on to Raytheon and again, touched the barrel of the gun to the head of the young elf.]
Tannon (getting close to Raytheon�s ear and whispering a small tune): On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�2 automatics�and 1 Grave for You!
Click.
[Raytheon sighed in joy as he quietly shut his eyes, as they welled with tears and Tannon once again opened the chamber, spun it with the sole bullet inside and then shut the chamber. He held the gun steady against the skull of young Midor so that he to, could feel the life fading out as the cold metal registered in his mind.]
Tannon (getting near Midor and again saying the poem): On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�3 STD�s�2 automatics�and 1 Grave for You!
BANG!
[The sound sent shockwaves through the entire barn as everything, except for a small chuckle on the part of Tannon grew silent. Claudius and Raytheon stared in horror at the bloody, half-gone head of their friend went limp and the life ceased from his body. The two remaining elves broke down crying as Santa was shown, frozen in fear and a single tear rolled down his cheek. It mixed with the blood spatter of Midor, which had shot across the body of Santa from the sheer propulsion of the moment. Tannon never missed a moment though as he was already placing the second bullet into the now-empty chamber of the revolver. He spun it and snapped it shut as he made his way slowly back to where Claudius now quivered in fear, perhaps realizing now the severity of the situation.]
Tannon (speaking softly to Claudius): Your friend is gone Claudius, his blood stains this gun, it stains Santa, and perhaps it shall now stain you. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�4 French Whores�3 STD�s�2 automatics�and 1 Grave for You!
Click.
[The relief in the eyes of Claudius could be seen for miles if the barn were open. He began to breathe heavier though as Tannon held the gun directly in front of him as he again spun the cartridge once and snapped it shut. He took a small step forward and he was directly to the side of Raytheon, whose own body was now drenched in sweat as he again felt the cold death that the gun barrel brought with it as Tannon held it against the elf�s white throat.]
Tannon (letting his laughter echo in the mind of Raytheon as he began his poem): On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�Fiiiiivvvvee Bloooowww Jooobbbbssss�4 French Whores�3 STD�s�2 automatics�and 1 Grave for You!
Click.
[Santa could be seen closing his eyes slowly, perhaps praying for this nightmare to end as he again watched Tannon make his way back to Claudius, having just re-spun the weapon that could either kill him now or spare his life. He held the gun an inch from the right temple of Claudius, far enough away so that a small bit of security swept over the elf but close enough that the elf knew the weapon was there.]
Tannon (no longer set on whispering as he began the poem with his normal voice and increased it in passion as each phrase was stated): On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�Six Hollow Points�Fiiiiivvvvee Bloooowww Jooobbbbssss�4 French Whores�3 STD�s�2 automatics�and 1 Grave for You!
Click.
[Tannon seemed surprised that the luck of this elf had carried him through 3 pulls of the trigger, but did not let that stop him as he again spun the weapon and felt as it locked into place. He stepped up to Raytheon and smirked before going behind him and slowly pushing the barrel up against the back of the young elf�s neck.]
Tannon (speaking as he had with Claudius the previous time): On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�Seven Slit Throats�Six Hollow Points�Fiiiiivvvvee Bloooowww Jooobbbbssss�Four French Whores�Three STD�s�Two automatics�and One Grave for You!
BANG!
[The sound again cascaded through the barn, mixing with the sick echo of the last bullet that was sent through. Raytheon�s head literally imploded as the bullet ripped through him, taking his life in the blink of an eye and spraying his crimson blood across the outstretch of the barn, across Santa�s own white beard that was beginning to turn pink from the sheer mass of blood. Tannon's face was sheer delight now as he heard the muffled screams of Claudius and rushed to load the third and final bullet into his gun. He spun the cartridge with delight and literally danced his way behind Claudius, holding the gun steady with a large grin etching his face.]
Tannon (laughing aloud as he speaks): On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�Eight Strippers Stripping�Seven Slit Throats�Six Hollow Points�Fiiiiivvvvee Bloooowww Jooobbbbssss�Four French Whores�Three STD�s�Two automatics�and One Grave for You!
Click.
[Tannon's grin broadened as he realized that Claudius� luck had let him live again. That was now the fourth trigger that Tannon had pulled from behind this elf and for the fourth time no bullet had exited the barrel. Tannon slowly spun the weapon again and this time stood to the side of Claudius, causing the elf to turn his head and face the dead bodies of his two friends. The cold steel again pressed against the elf�s blonde hair as Tannon spoke softly.]
Tannon (again whispering the words to Claudius): On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�Nine Cherries-a-Popping�Eight Strippers stripping�Seven Slit Throats�Six Hollow Points�Fiiiiivvvvee Bloooowww Jooobbbbssss�Four French Whores�Three STD�s�Two automatics�and One Grave for You!
Click.
[Tannon's expression is that of pure disbelief as again Claudius let�s out a heavy, muffled sigh and Santa�s eyes can even be seen to have the slightest flicker of hope that perhaps�perhaps this may all end with Claudius alive, him freed and this monster walking away finally. Tannon slowly opens the chamber and makes sure that the bullet is in the gun before checking the barrel and then finally spinning the chamber once and snapping it shut until the click is heard. He jams the gun directly against the back of Claudius� head, obviously pissed off that he is on his tenth shot.]
Tannon (speaking forcefully to the quivering elf): This is going to end�now. On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�Ten Hustlers hustling�Nine Cherries-a-Popping�Eight Strippers stripping�Seven Slit Throats�Six Hollow Points�Fiiiiivvvvee Bloooowww Jooobbbbssss�Four French Whores�Three STD�s�Two automatics�and One Grave for You!
Click.
[Six�six times Tannon had pressed the gun to Claudius� head and six times nothing had happened. The odds were one in six�the odds were wrong�Claudius still breathed. Hughes almost snapped as he forcefully opened the chamber and quickly spun it shut again, pushing the weapon painfully hard against the skin of Claudius and also drilling his words into the elf�s mind as he whispered angrily at Claudius.]
Tannon (shaking his head in pure amazement as he again levels the weapon against the base of Claudius� skull): I do not know how you are doing this, but you will be eating this bullet on one of the next two shots or God help me, next year I will say �fuck Santa� and come after you. On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me�Eleven Addicts dying�Ten Hustlers hustling�Nine Cherries-a-Popping�Eight Strippers stripping�Seven Slit Throats�Six Hollow Points�Fiiiiivvvvee Bloooowww Jooobbbbssss�Four French Whores�Three STD�s�Two automatics�and One Grave for You!
Click.
Tannon (slowly): Son. Of. A. Bitch.
[Tannon's facial expression shows that he now realized that, as a man of his word, if the next pull of the trigger ends with a click than all of his fun shall also end�prematurely. Santa could be seen staring at this with a sense of hope, the first he has had since being caught from behind by the steel-pipe wielding Tannon. Santa could be seen nodding to Claudius, as if to tell him that it would be ok and that after one more pull this game would be over and they could both leave this monstrosity where he stood. Tannon slowly opened the chamber, pulled the bullet out, put it back in and spun the barrel roughly without looking. He snaps it shut, also without looking and stares at the gun for a moment before slowly nodding to himself and pointing the weapon at Claudius� head.]
It�s a one in six chance�a one in six chance�may the one�s turn be up.
