7894/=Batter Up!!

=Batter Up
Date of Scene:	20 September 2021
Location:	Mort's Sports Bar, The Bronx
Synopsis:	Ghost Rider goes on the rampage at a Sport's Bar
Cast of Characters:	Frederick Foswell, Johnny Blaze

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Frederick Foswell has posed:
There were rumors spreading in the criminal underbelly of the city, rumors that bade bad tidings. According to the Underworld, there was a new criminal figure climbing the ranks of the Underworld, The Big Man. No one knew who the Big Man truly was, for he hid his identity behind a iron mask and voice distorter, but his handiwork was evident. He had been on a recruitment drive as of late, gathering NYC's gangs under his banner to form some sort of confederation to challenge the power of the Maggia in the city. He had also been responsible for plenty of gangland deaths as of late, mostly of those who resisted his invitation or those who crossed the iron-masked criminal. Their blood, along with the blood of those killed in the crossfire of the various gang wars Big Man had caused and those killed by his vile drug trade cried out for vengeance, something you were more than willing to grant.

The Comets, a crew of vicious sports hooligans were members of Big Man's outfit,and were arguably one of the most wicked. They specialized in gambling, especially on big sports days, and collected debts rather brutily, often maiming or seriously injuring those dared cross them. Tonight however, they went to far and killed a man, one Otis Smith, who had made a wrong bet in the Football game that was broadcast live, and had his head split open as a result. The men who did it were nowhere to be found, but it was easy to find some of their friends.

Mort's Bar had been a hangout for the Comets for years, ofthen gathering their to watch the latest sports game, or to discuss business. Tonight was a slow night, which was unusual for a football game. The only one at the bar where Mort, the bartender and owner of 40 years, and five Comets. The Comets were clad in their uniform, a white t-shirt with a comet drawn on the back of it, and black jeans. There were currently sitting at a round table, drinking beer and cheering on their favorite sports teams as they watch all the games playing on the various TV's at the bar, unaware of the rude visit they were about to receive.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
    The motorcycle sounds outside weren't particularly out of place at a bar. They roared a little more fiercely than a Harley, but it wasn't like custom exhausts didn't exist. Another guest was probably going to get harrassed a bit for fun, but it still wasn't a particularly unusual thing. However, as the figure walked past the frosted windows in the front of the bar, it looked like its...head was on fire?
    As the door of the bar was pushed open, it thumped against the door jam. The burning skeleton loomed against the night as it glared at the Comets at the bar. In a moment, it spoke out a single, gruesomely voiced word: "Guilty!"

Frederick Foswell has posed:
The sounds of a motorcycle pulling up to the bar didn't bother the Comets, who seemed to engrossed in their games to care. In fact, they were so entranced by the TV's they failed to see the flaming figure walk by the frosted windows of the bar. Suddenly, the door flew open and there stood what appeared to be a biker from hell, literally. Mort immediately fainted upon laying eyes on the demonic being, his old heart being scared out of it's wits by the Spirit of Vengeance.

The Comets stared at the monster before them with shock and fear, especially when it looked at them and proclaimed them as guilty. Suddenly, one of the Comets pulls out a pistol from his waistband and begins to fire, being followed by the rest closely afterwards.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
    The gunshots didn't seem to do much to deter the skeleton as he walks slowly into the bar like a horror movie monster. The chain wrapped diagonally across his chest unwraps and he grips one end to swing it at the Comets. It moves seemingly of its own accord, twisting around them as they fire at him--hovering in the air as they unload their guns at the skeleton. As they run out, the chain snatches them, squishing them together as it constricts them like a snake.

Frederick Foswell has posed:
One by one the clicks of empty guns filled the air, often being followed by swears from the Comets that owned said guns. To make matters worse, the skeleton was not affected by said gunfire and kept on approaching. Suddenly, it lashed out it's chain towards the three gang members in a attempt to ensnare them. As the chain coiled around them, screams of fear and crys of pain echoed across the bar as the chain squeezed around their bodies like an anaconda from hell, pushing the men together in a uncomfortable huddle. The men, inbetween cries of pain and gasps for air, looked at the approaching foe with looks of fear.

Johnny Blaze has posed:
    "All your souls are stained with the blood of the innocent," the burning, unholy creature's voice growled at the men. The skeletal form locked eyes with one of the men and insisted that he, "Look into my eyes."

Frederick Foswell has posed:
@emit The Comet tries to resist looking the skeleton in the eyes, his survival instincts telling him something bad would happen if he would. Unfortunatley, he eventually gave in and looked directly at the skeleton's eyes, and screamed in horror. He began to immediatly writh around as if he were in extreme pain and grabbed the sides of his head, as if he were suffering the worse headache of his life. Suddenly, The Comet falls to the ground, taking the rest of the crew with him, and begins to convulse and foam from his mouth. Whatever he saw was obviously giving him a seizure

Johnny Blaze has posed:
    The chain was strong, but hanging the men while they were tied up was not exactly the right form of punishment. However, as the group was forced down by the seizing gang member, the chain tightened around them, putting them into a round formation, back to back to back, their legs like a starfish. The skeleton moved around and squatted down in front of the next one in line. "Look into my eyes," comes that demonic voice.

Frederick Foswell has posed:
The next gang member, a tall, thin African-American man wearing sunglasses tries his hardest not to look at the skeleton, but at the end, gives in. He immediately screams in horror at what he sees and begins to thrash around in agony like a animal caught in a trap. Suddenly, he takes off his own sunglasses and begins to gouge at his eyes in a attempt to stop the misery. The next guy in line looks on in fear and suddenly shouts out,

"Wait! Hey Wait! Let me go and i'll tell you who i'm working for."

Johnny Blaze has posed:
    The skeleton moves around. His bones are surprisingly expressive as he glares into the third's eyes. There is a long, intimidating silence as his flames flicker around him like the most evil halo. Licking at his skull, they don't even feel like they're burning skin, but like they're hot to one's very soul. "Speak," the demon finally says.

Frederick Foswell has posed:
"Okay, the gangster shouts, looking like he's about to piss his pants out of fear. " I work for the Big Man! The Big Man! He wanted us to expand our gambling operations. It's not my fault that bum couldn't pay off his gambling debts, he should've known better!"

Johnny Blaze has posed:
    "The Big Man will pay for his sins in time," the flaming skeleton says. "Look into my eyes." He is speaking not to the one who talked, but to the next in 'line'. He hadn't made any kind of promise, but for the moment, it looked like he was going to have to watch his friends die horrible deaths, whether or not he joined them.

Frederick Foswell has posed:
The Man next to him, a fatter, shorter Comet with a bald head tries, like the others, to resist looking into the Skeleton's eyes. But, he, like the others, eventually does. He lets out a horrible scream, the loudest and worse yet as he grips his head in extreme pain. Suddenly, blood begins to gush out of his eyes, nose, and ears as the screaming gets louder and louder. Suddenly, the fat man falls onto the ground, unmoving, leaving the last ganger alone. The man lets out a very horrified, "Holy Fuck!"

Johnny Blaze has posed:
    The last one goes down in a similar way to the others, seeing all the pain and suffering he caused throughout his whole lifetime, and feeling it all in moments. Then it came down to number three. The chain loostened and retracted, snaking out from around the dead men. It wrapped itself back into place around the skeleton's body as he bent down and squatted in front of the last Comet alive. The dead bodies around him slumped over, letting him fall backward against them as the demon gazed at him. "I have let you go," he said, "now look into my eyes."