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He'd heard almost the entire thing on the radio. The week of promos, the show itself. It sickens him, but not in the way it had sickened the crowd. It sickens him because he had been set up, much as Deidre had by the same men who cost him his debut match in nWo. And now there'd have to be retribution. There would be retribution. Necron and the rest are getting far to confident for their own good, and Ichabod is just the man to stop that.
The back road had been dark, sure, but as he was returning to the facility, Ichabod had been in a hurry to tell Graves what he'd figured out. Grinning from ear to ear? Definitely a Spatter original. He was going to sit down with Graves and explain Spatter, and then maybe they could take care of the phone calls. But Spatter took care of Ichabod first.
The steering on the truck had locked up going into a hairpin curve, and there was nothing Ichabod could do. He braced himself as the truck dipped into the deep ditch at the side of the road and flipped. The cab was partially crushed, and Ichabod was trapped. The steering wheel had lodged itself against his thigh, and he couldn't move. He didnt' suffer any major injuries, just a bruise where the steering wheel was unrelentingly pushing against his leg.
Trapped out here in the middle of nowhere. Someone had to come though, and help him out. Anyone would notice a monster truck laying upside down on the side of a road, especially The Monster truck.
And that night the snow had begun to fall.
It fell and fell and fell, until the wind had drifted so much of it up that even if anyone was stupid enough to try the icy, unplowed backroad, they'd have only seen another snowdrift, and not the Monster with Ichabod in its belly.
Staying alive had been easy. The truck had only suffered body damage, and these things had reserve fuel tanks on them. It was just a matter of using the heat only when necessary. There was beer in the compartment,and there was a survival kit with beef jerky and canned soup in it. Ichabod was better than a boy scout in being prepared.
His cell phone? He had been dialing Graves' room in the facility when the wheel locked, and as the truck dipped, it was thrown across the seat to an unreachable spot. It slid down beside the seat, and was now probably sitting on the underside of the seat, since it was now the highest spot in the inverted cab.
No escape, no lifelines... only the slightly useable heat, some jerky, and the lucky stroke of fate that the glove compartment had been slammed open, sending several beers his way in the tumble.
Steve had used some device to track Ichabod's cell phone via satellite later in the week. Ichabod had been known to dissappear, and therefore Steve didn't worry until the night of the show. He got a response only two miles from the facility... two miles.
Ichabod sits in the sauna room of the facility, thinking, then knowing, that what he has asked for is right. Necron is on top right now, but he has help. He's got Mr. Black, Spatter, and any number of others working for him now. Hell, maybe even that crooked ref who had screwed not only Ichabod, but Deidre as well.
Well, he wants to have others fight his battles alongside him, so be it. Ichabod is the king of strength in numbers. The Revelation was the single most powerful stable ever to dominate any federation, and they'd dominated several. At the drop of a hat, Ichy can summon up a ground shaking stable of epic proportions, it is a talent he has honed to perfection.
A war of numbers, eh Necron? Let the games begin.
Darren Gazinya,
I am requesting a Lumberjack Match with Necron for the upcoming Malice. I feel that this match would be a great set up for Gladiator, which is a match of almost the same sort. As for lumberjacks, please let us see how many we can amass to be swayed to our respective sides. Thank you for your time.
~~Ichabod
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