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The shot opens to Gabe Reno walking around outside what looks to be an empty building, pounding on one door, then a window, then another door all around the property. Getting more and more frustrated, he pulls out his cell to ring someone. It rings and rings to voicemail. Finally, he see's movement inside and begins knocking obnoxiously until the heavy door swings open from the inside by a young brunette man in a white lab coat.
Listen man, I wasn't fucking around, I have a serious emergency here or I wouldn't be trying to come to a science lab in the middle of my fucking off day.
I understand but I am dealing with very precious and fragile equipment, banging louder doesn't make me put it away any faster, in fact, if anything it makes me more prone to dropping this stuff, and not being able to help you at all. Did you bring it? Don't tell me after all this you didn't even...
Of course I fucking brought it... I had a little left over from the heist at my pad, luckily. You may want a sturdy container... this shit is mean.
Yes, I have something!
Good, I don't want it attacking my pocket through these ten baggies anymore.
The scientist looks at him intrigued but with a hint of fear, they walk inside, the door slams to black followed a prompt on the screen.
What happens when the black grease that Thaddeus Duke will slide down the rankings because of... gets loose? After the bank robbery to retrieve the mysterious substance in Old Saybrook, Connecticut, Gabe Reno made the mistake of taking some to a publishing party for his upcoming Radical Memoirs feature novel. Somewhere at the party he dropped a tablet and began to see the entire family of Duke's while hallucinating on a substance commonly referred to as "acid". After awaking from his drug induced slumber fantasy, Gabe received a call from an attendee at the party who said that unbeknownst to Reno, they traded the black grease... and eventually through a publisher degree of separation, it ended up in the hands of a prostitute. The acquaintance said that the jovial hooker snorted the animated oil up the brain tubes and proceeded to "fuck his brains out"... without realizing that his brains had been fucked long ago. Understanding the dilemma, and how dangerous the grease can be, hence it being hidden in the Duke's chamber safe deposit box for decades, 'The Radical' must spring into action. But first... to combat the potential plaque unleashed on mankind, he has to know... the weird science behind it.
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Inside the lab, the Scientist analyzes a sample that moves and looks exactly like black liquid, only smarter. It violently tries to escape it's container with no regard for its own well-being. The scientist wipes his forehead with a handkerchief, then takes a sip of water. He looks up at Gabe who shrugs behind him wondering what the big deal is.
So, see what I mean, and some hooker snorted a gram of this shit... well, I think it was a gram, I never got it to hold still long enough to get an accurate scale reading.
Mr.Reno, whatever the Duke's had buried in that box... it may have been there for good reason. This is an archaic poison symbiote... my God...
Looking very pale and weak, the man loses his balance and nearly falls off his chair.
You okay, Doc? What the fuck is a symbiote?
Well, the only place it actually exists... is...
WHERE!?
He looks up and begins to laugh.
Marvel comics. From a comic, Mr.Reno. This shit isn't real. Well, it isn't supposed to be.
How the fuck is that supposed to help me!?
There is no way that if let loose it would not only be lethal, but who knows how quickly it can replicate or move from body to body. I mean this stuff is unlike anything we have here on Earth. It has the properties of a liquid, but the intelligence of a person. The only thing that seems to phase it is a large amount of vibration caused by an old toll bell sound I was playing that seemed to make it regress into one spot. My best guess is that only a symbiote can probably smell another symbiote based on the structure of the genes...
They turn to continue the conversation, as the black grease forms hands and begins trying new ways to lift its container cell off enough to slide underneath the air sealed pad beneath it within a bigger sealed containment area.
Well, how can I find it... I mean, should I just look for people acting crazy downtown on the news, that could take weeks to sort through, I need this resolved by fucking Wednesday Night. This stuff is going to help my cripple the entire Duke empire. I am going to unleash it during my match with Thaddeus, and while he gathers his sweet black grease from his daddies play chest, I am going to Rate the bitch R, and cover him for the three.
If you were trying to find it... I would say go back to where you lost it, and retrace your steps, I am sure the carnage will reveal itself. There is no guarantee that even if you could find it that when you unleashed it, that you or the referee or anyone, or everyone else in that arena may not become its target. What makes you so sure this erratic liquid will want Duke?
I don't care if it wants him, he wants it. He will go after it at any means necessary... I just have to get him to chase it for just long enough to gain the upper hand. Anything that is a treasure to his family he goes after like clockwork... I took his jewel encrusted scepter to rob that bank, and unlock the location of the family secret. Now he will get back what is rightfully theirs at any cost... by walking right into a Radical situation...
A glass breaks behind them, as they turn around to see what it was. The container lay on the ground broken, and the black grease is nowhere to be found.
Shit, that's all I had left!
WE HAVE TO FIND IT!
The two begin cautiously searching the immediate containment area. A fire extinguisher begins shaking on a poll toward the center of the room. They move in gesturing to each other with containers to capture it in-hand. It stops shaking. The Scientist points to some equipment on the counter, Gabe exits the room to grab the piece, as the extinguisher shakes again and the nervous Scientists moves closer trying not to make a peep. Reno grabs the equipment, then spots a penny on the ground, bending down to pick it up.
Hey, look at that!
The Scientist hears Reno, and looks up to see if he found the black grease.
A lucky Penny!
As the Scientist shakes his head and sighs, the symbiote drops down from the ceiling and begins to grow and overtake his entire body. His screams are masked by it entering his mouth, as Reno shines the penny, then tries to decide which pocket to keep it in to ensure the most luck.
After taking the Scientist to the ground in a sea of black liquid, the symbiote overtakes him and turns angry with large white teeth, growls and disappears. Gabe hears the roar, turns around and enters the room again with the equipment.
Hey, doc, I got it... found a lucky penny too, hope it wasn't yours?
He looks around not seeing the Scientist anywhere. Gazing around the area, in the distance he can hear the large entrance door where he entered slam. Reno looks up not sure what happened.
Doc?
An odd nod of approval.
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The scene arrives at Thaddeus Duke in the Illuminatus Compound, back in Old Saybrook, Connecticut. A sketchy video feed fast forwards past the shitty parts to the rich content involving Gabe Reno.
"If Gabe Reno is the very best, then why can he not manage to even pick up a win? I mean, he loves to remind everyone of that fluke win in a rumble. Yet I’m almost certain that was the last time Reno tasted victory.”
It fast forwards again...
”You know what bugs me? Even when he has nothing interesting to say, he still records. You know what...”
The feed clicks off. Gabe Reno sits in front of two televisions, one off from the video and click just witnessed, the other watching local news to get a beat on where the prostitute infected with black grease stolen from the Duke's could be causing havoc, or where the doc may have ran off to. Reno smiles, then looks up at the camera, revealing the lab still around him.
Thaddeus... you find me boring, while you search around your own home for family artifacts you can't even keep secure? I am many things, an asshole, a jerk, an enigma, a radical... but I sure as fucking HELL am not boring! I keep it real, and I keep it interesting, like me, love me, hate me... none of it matters. Ultimately the loses I endured to Chris Chaos and Thomas Nixon made me better. Because now I take nothing, and no one for granted. Your mother is dead? Well that explains why I saw her in a fucking hallucination... you know what else she told me, that you'll never be half the man she is. She gave me a few other family gems in the process of that scene, not everything made the cut. One of my personal favorites, was how she talked about how handsome you father was when he seduced her with his brute charm. Then how shocked she was to have his child and have it look like its face was caught in a fire that someone tried to put out with a fork. Then she went on to talk about her shock that out of 100,000 sperm you were somehow the fastest... Oh, but it doesn't stop there. She is quite the talker... even in my flimsy mindset I can recall the way she recounted how your father said he would never fight you, not because of pride for not hurting his own child; but because he would rather fight a punching bag than a trash bag. YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE you can beat me... in a wrestling match? Well, that is exactly why I have taken precautions...
Gabe see's a breaking news report of a man in a black liquid suit terrorizing a nearby park, the zoom in shows the black grease's face merged with the Scientist, and going ape-shit on a group of tourists.
See the grease I took from that safe deposit box is quite potent. But among the keys in the scepter like the bank layout, and a few other fun facts... was also a verbal code that controls the black grease. But I needed two hosts, a male, and a female... and obviously, I couldn't be one of them or I would be useless to control myself in our match. So I found my most irresponsible friend and traded him the black grease for a tab of acid... and sure enough, I knew he would use any tool at his disposal to get pussy... hey, we all have that friend. Now I have used that code to command my innocent Scientific other friend to find that prostitute and do what she does best... fuck. According to the directions I found in the box with the grease... if they were to have an offspring, it would be born within mere hours. The result will be much more than a small bit of grease... because it was blessed decades ago before being encapsulated in that box by the Duke family priest... it mating with itself would cast the ultimate spell... and grant its master with the control code, another code... only that one will control... any... DUKE! I'm not watching to find the grease, I am watching YOUR INEVITABLE SLIDE DOWN THE RANKINGS FROM THE GREASIER BLACK GREASE BEING MADE!
The news anchor recoils as the clip shows the male black grease finding the female black grease in the depths of a compound matching that of Duke's last promotion. They begin wildly intertwining and banging like Chad Smith on the drums, just as Reno catches a glimpse and smirks.
The plan is in place, and the confirmation will be mine. And once it arrives... Thaddy boy... you will be helpless to resist the barrage of moves I will execute. Will and passion run through my veins like never before, to hand you the loss that is rightfully yours... and walk out with my hand held high. Meanwhile you will call it boring, and say that the plot wasn't fair, and that your sophisticated peons should make you a latte. You will retreat back to your compound, that has been fucked upon and violated by your own undoing, from information stolen from the scepter on those very grounds. From the advice of a deceased mother who exposed her shame about a disappointment she felt she never really appreciated... and a father... who passed the torch to a son, nobly, and with the highest regard; to have it dropped and disintegrated, by a spoiled, unrighteous... BITCH.
After several violent thrusts the male black grease vanishes from view, as the Scientist remains in a pile of his own mess weeping. The prostitute turns bigger and blacker and greasier, then snaps at the screen.
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YOU DID IT ON PURPOSE!?
Hours later back in the lab after a fresh shower, the Scientist scolds Reno about his tactics in have the symbiote molest him and cause him to rape the slut symbiote.
It's not as bad as it sounds.
HOW THE FUCK IS THAT POSSIBLE!?
Okay, it does sound pretty bad.
He looks up at Gabe shaking his head ferociously.
Anymore little fun surprises... for HELPING YOU?
Well...
GABE!
He lunges at Reno but falls weakly to his knees from the toll it took on his body.
No, well, I mean, not for you... anyway. You're in the clear buddy... great job!
You won't be able to control it... I don't care what medieval spells you think you have, or verbal codes there may be... whatever that thing causes went through me like a load of cum through Kirsty Alley's blowhole. It was truly, terrifying.
Gabe throws up in his mouth a little bit, then swallows it back down.
My lord... that is retched.
SO? What is your grand plan... to command it to render Duke helpless... really?
Putting his hand to his chin to ponder the question.
More or less...
We should've just harbored the technology in the symbiosis to make a hot chick.
Hey, that's not a bad idea...
They look at each other for a moment.
Nahhhh. Nahhhh.
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