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Story The Macallan M

Discussion in 'Literature' started by MR_EVIL_OVERLORD, Jun 3, 2017.

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  1. MR_EVIL_OVERLORD

    MR_EVIL_OVERLORD Elite Legacy Legend | PRO | Genius Super Villain

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    “Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.”
    - Mike Tyson


    Flashback 10 years ago...

    The Children's Hospital of Denver was hosting an extravagant night to raise funds for a new Pediatric Oncology wing designed to treat kids with cancer.

    Guests mingled with the fundraising group outside the hospital. A small section had been cordoned off as a landing area for their special visitor. The crowd of wealthy, well established socialites, with extremely large check books tasted vintage wine and socialized.

    The Super Hero known as Fireball, was on going to be here to raise funds for the hospital. The charity fundraiser group set up a fundraiser where the lucky winner would have a “date” with Fireball.

    The crowd lit up as if on cue, flying in from the West over the Rocky Mountains. She was quite the sight. Her fiery form lit up the sky as she descended to the designated landing area and extinguished her flame.

    She extinguished her fiery form as she landed with the gentlest of landings. She stood 5’7, long flowing sandy brown hair, a beautiful smile, and silky smooth skin.

    Her name was Jessica Armenta and she was ranked No. 1 as Maxim magazine’s hot 100 list. People magazine listed her as one of the 100 Most Beautiful list in 2007. Playboy magazine had named her the hottest Super Woman of the year, the third consecutive year in a row.

    The crowd of wealthy socialites moved toward her to meet the world famous super hero.

    Three of the members in the crowd, didn’t move. Their shadows cast lone shadows as they sat at the bar.

    Unbeknownst to the crowd of wealthy socialites, they were in the presence of more than one super powered being that night.

    The figure in the center, known as “Evil”, to the public was Max the CEO of a very successful consulting company. When suited up, was one of the most wanted Super Villains on the planet. He sat at the bar took his shot of vintage whiskey. His black tux wrapped around his muscled frame. To the casual observer he looked like another wealthy CEO.

    His mannerisms, movements, and physicality seemed innocent enough. His nanotechnology infused body heightened his physical strength, intelligence, senses, and speed to super human levels. His dark olive skin, square jaw, and rugged good looks made him one of the sexiest billionaire’s according to Maxim magazine, People, and Vogue Magazine.

    Earlier that day, he had finished up a normal 10 hour training session before heading in to the charity function. It started at 1 am two hours of lifting and cardio, then a protein shake before hours of Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu techniques and sparing with Training-Bots, before moving on to an hours of shooting pistols, assault rifles, and high tech weapons of his own design.

    To his right was Nighthawk aka @SoullessAngel_ in public he was Max's bodyguard. His smooth bald head, wrap around Oakley’s and military presence made it fairly easy for casual observers to see that he was the bodyguard.

    His beard, and shaved head, milk chocolate skin gave him an intimidating presence. He was a former US Air Force Combat Controller. Evil had built him a flight suit, with wigs that allowed him to fly fast, efficiently, and far at incredible speeds. The suit also had offensive and defensive capabilities. In public, he was a nice enough guy, although he was always scanning exits and people. He brought military precision to their work and he was one of the best at what he did.

    To his left was Dark Titan @DarkTitan_ , she was one of the smartest inventors on the planet. She had created the Dark Titan armor. The armor is extremely large, it stands a staggering 24 feet tall, is covered in black armored plating and is loaded with weapons. Armored up she was a walking battle arsenal.

    Tonight, she is wearing a little black dress of her own design. Her dress had given her the vava-boom look and she wowed in it. It was a body hugging off the shoulder mini paired with sexy high heeled pumps.

    She called her black dress “Revenge.”

    Upon seeing Fireball descend from the sky, Max decided that he just had to meet her. Nighthawk looked at Evil and was like are you serious?

    Max replied back “Yes, I have to meet her.”

    Dark Titan, replied “this could get messy if she finds out who you are.”

    Nighthawk “not to mention we could all go to jail.”

    Dark Titan “she is cute though, Max you have great taste but she might be out of your league.”

    Nighthawk “boss I’m not sure this is a great idea.”

    Dark Titan “I need another shot.” She turns to the bartender, what’s the most expensive whiskey you have?”

    Bartender “ we have a 75 year old vintage known as the Macallan M valued at $625,000 at the donation area by the armed guards.” “It was aged in Spanish Oak and is nearly priceless.”

    Dark Titan got up and strolled over to the donation table, the one with the armed guards and spoke to the event fundraisers. She hands them a piece of paper most likely containing her bank routing information.

    She returns with the Macallan M bottle of whiskey. “This deserves a shot of vintage whiskey.”

    “After all, this could go incredibly well for Max or end up with us all on death row.” The bartender carefully opened the aged whiskey and poured the trio shots of the 75 year old whiskey.

    Max savored the shot and puts his shot glass facing down. “Nighthawk watch my back, Dark Titan be prepared to armor up.”


    Max left his friends at the bar with the rarest of Whiskeys....they continued to drink as they watched their fearless leader move through the crowd like a wolf through a flock of sheep.

    He donated 100 million dollars on the spot to the Children's Hospital and he won the date with Fireball.

    After a whirlwind romance Fireball and Max fell in love and got married two years later. She was an enthralled with him as he was with her.

    A couple of years later, Max retired his Super Villain persona, weapons, and schemes so that he could spend time with his wife.

    He secretly still trained, worked out, supported his team, and developed new ideas for world domination...the team largely retired with Max as he was the glue that held the team together.
     
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  2. SoullessAngel_

    SoullessAngel_ Ayo why you lookin

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    Sorry for a late reply, was out for eight days. Yet another great one Evil.
     
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