The Torturer -Episode Three- The Military Man
(IMPORTANT: Read before GP TOURNAMENT!!!!!!!!)
Kevin / Dan / military man
He calls himself the Military Man, said Al as he slid a copy of a mans information across the table to Kevin and Dan. Al was the big boss.
The military man? asked Dan as he scratched his head.
Dont ask me, replied Al. He pushed a button on the table and a screen flashed on the wall. It showed a picture of this Military Man in action. This scene was shot in a park by one of our undercover agents. We suspected the Military Man to be abusing people, but we had no proof. This is our big break.
The Military Man, on the tape, looked over both his shoulders to make sure he wasnt being watched. Not knowing that there was a secret agent recording him from behind a bush, the Military Man went on with his business. He walked up to a shirtless male jogger and tapped him on the shoulder. The male jogger shook his hand and they sat on a bench and talked for a while, then they both got up and went inside a car and drove off. The secret agent secretly followed them to an abandoned alley.
The shirtless male jogger stepped out of the car and asked Why are we here? and the Military Man replied, For this! and with that, the Military Man punched the jogger in the face. The joggers hand held CD player flew out of his hand and crashed to the floor. The jogger backed up into a brick wall and the Military Man took to his abuse. He started pulverizing the joggers stomach, tearing it to shreds. He took this man to hell and back. The screams of pain and agony from the jogger were caught on tape, and when the Military Man was done, he left the jogger there to gulp in air by himself. He got into his car and left. The tape shut off.
He likes, no, he enjoys the same sort of punishment we provide, Al spook as he clicked and un-clicked his pen.
So how are we gonna get answers out of him if he likes getting slugged in the gut? Kevin asked.
I came up with an idea. Al stood up and hit a series of buttons on a key pad in the wall. When he was finished, a soft beeping tone was heard, and a compartment from the wall slid open. Al reached in it and pulled out a device.
Whats that? Dan asked.
Will ya shut up! Hes getting to it! Kevin said as he sighed.
This is an electric impulse shocker, explained Al. Now, we are still going to use the same concept with torturing the stomach, because I do believe it works tremendously well. Only this time, we hook this baby up to his gut and every time he gives us the wrong answer
He gets a bolt of lightning into his stomach! Kevin said with a smile.
Precisely! said Al, with a nod.
How does it know if hes lying? asked Dan.
Thats simple. It works the same was as a lie detector. It traces the beat of your heart and if you lie, it zaps your gut, if you tell the truth, you are safe.
I like this idea, said Kevin as he stood up and rubbed his hands together. But how do we get this army man into our hands?
We use bait, said Al as him and Kevin turned to look at Dan.
Dan placed his headphones in his ear and turned on his iPod. The sun was beaming down on him as he took off his shirt. He was wearing his white jogging pants and threw his shirt in his car. He nodded to Kevin, who was hiding in the bushes behind him. He turned around and began to jog. As if right on cue, the Military Man appeared next to Dan. He tapped his shoulder, just like he did on the tape, and they both sat down on the bench. They were laughing together, and finally Dan agreed to get into the Military Mans car. Kevin followed them to the back alley way.
No way am I letting him slug me! said Dan as his boss and Kevin circled around him.
Just a few hits Dan! We need to make him think its for real! said Kevin.
Nuh-uh, nope! Im not letting him slug me in my gut! replied Dan again.
Do it, or youre fired, said Al as he packed up his briefcase and walked out of the room.
Kevin lifted up Dans shirt and peered at his partners abs. Youll be alright, he said as he smacked Dans stomach and walked out.
The Military Man looked at Dan in the passenger seat next to him as he put the car in park. Dan looked back.
So, why are we here? asked Dan as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
You have an amazing stomach, said the Military Man.
Thank you. I do do sit-ups and stuff, you know, work out, Dan replied.
I wanna show you something, said the Military Man as he pointed out Dans window. You see that building up there? With his other free hand, the Military Man reached a baseball bat in his back seat.
From up there, you can see the whole park and everything! Cool, huh? The Military Man grabbed the bat and held it out in front of Dans gut, the thick end facing the unsuspecting guy.
Thats, OOOMPH! Dans mouth dropped open when the Military Man slammed the thick butt end of the bat into Dans middle gut. Dan totally didnt see it coming. The Military Man did it again, and again, and again, and again.
Dans hands dropped to his side and droll started to come out of his mouth. He didnt expect them to do this in the car! Kevin couldnt see what they were doing! The Military Man climbed over and sat on Dans lap. He pulled a trigger on the bottom of the car seat, and the sat folded backwards so that Dan was lying on his back. The Military Man began to pound into Dans solar plexus and middle abs. Dan let out an OOOMPH with each delivered punch. The Military Man did this for what seemed like forever before he finally stopped and sat back in the drivers seat.
I love gut punching, said the Military Man. The victims face, and the soft stomach my fist folds into, its all perfect. And you my friend are the definition of perfect! Look at you! The Military Man rubbed his hands down Dans abs and Dan grimaced. As he did this, he raised his foot and kicked the horn of the car.
What was that for? Oh well! said the Military Man as he hopped back onto Dan and started punching Dans beet up gut again.
Kevin was waiting in the alley a long time for the two of them to come out. What could they have been talking about? Kevin started to get a little worried. When he heard the honk of the horn, he knew something was up, so he dashed towards the car to see what was wrong. He could see through the back windshield that the Military Man was slugging Dan.
Shit! Kevin said to himself as he ran to the passenger side door, tore it open, grabbed the military man by the shoulders, threw him onto the ground, and kicked him three times in the middle gut.
Yes! God yes! Thats the spot! said the Military Man as Kevin kicked him. Again! Aagain!
Oh, you like that? Kevin asked. He then leapt into the air and landed right in the middle of the Military Mans stomach.
OOOMPH! the military man let out as Kevins feet connected with his gut. Still standing on the military mans stomach, Kevin turned to Dan who was moaning in the car.
Sorry buddy, you okay? Kevin asked. Dan gave a thumbs up, but didnt stop moaning. Kevin smiled and dropped his knees into the military mans gut.
OOOOOOOOOOOO! moaned the Military Man as the force hit him. Kevin pulled the shocking device out and attached it to the Military Mans stomach, after ripping the guys shirt off his torso.
Whats this? the Military Man asked.
Were going to play a game, said Kevin.
I like games, said the Military man.
Im asking you questions, and you better not lie!
Okay, lets begin. Do you call yourself the Military Man?
No . ARRRRGGGGG!!!!! The Military Mans face scrunched up as the volts of electricity travled through his stomach.
Do you call yourself the Military Man?
No .AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGG! screamed the Military Man as more jolts of electricity blasted through his stomach.
One more time,
YES! GOD YES!
Very good. Now, why do you do what you do?
For the pleasure. Nothing happened.
And how many people have you done this too?
None UUUUHHHHUUUUUUUUU! More jolts go through his gut. Okay, just one, and then Dan! I swear!
Thats weird? My boss made it sound like you were a threat!
No, this was a set up!
I know your boss. We were friends in high school. The guy you saw me beat up on tape, he was my friend who agreed to the beating. I did this all to meet you!
Because I want to ask you something.
I want you to enter my GP Tournament.
A gut punching tournament?
Yes! I want both you and Dan to enter! What good is a gp tournament if there is no rule breaking!
I dont understand.
The rules of the tournament are that you fight one on one, but I want you and Dan to be on a team, and fight someone two on one. The crowd will go nuts! There is a prize and I will pay you to join! Please! Kevin thought long and hard. He turned to look at Dan. He was still moaning.
Was that a set up too? Kevin asked, pointing to his beat up friend.
No, that was for fun! replied the Military Man.
Oh, really? Kevin asked as he took off the electric shocker and drove three slams into the Military Mans solar plexus. Ill do it, when do we begin?