*The video lights up tilted 90 degrees, as the BB cam appears to be lying on it's side, on the dirty bar floor. as the camera is picked up, it is focused where Black Blooded's table usually stands, however the table is in pieces, broken against the wall, chairs are scattered everywhere, broken into fragments along with everything else, the camera pans around the bar, showing a scene of devastation, as though there had been a riot, lights are broken, bottles smashed, and pooltables destroyed, in the wreckage there are bodies, some moving, some terribly still as Mr. Black stalks into the frame, holding a Gear by the throat with one hand, the six other remaining gears coming out behind them, nervous even under their full helmets and leather riding coveralls.*
Mr. Black: Where is he!?!
*The gear attempts to speak, but Mr. Black's hand around his throat is cutting off his air, cutting his voice down to a cracked whisper*
Gear: I don't know, please, He didn't tell me.
?? ?????: Just left you to fend for yourself eh? Fucked us over and left you to take the heat without so much as a wave good-bye? You expect us to fucking believe that? After all he went through to make sure we accepted you in the first place?
*Mr. Blood stalks into the room heavily, rage evident even with the severe damage to his face, and the large staples seemingly holding it together, as without breaking step, he slams an elbow directly into the gear's stomach, forcing the little air he had out as Mr. Black drops him. He lands hard on his hands and knees, vomiting blood up through his helmet as he desperately tries to get himself under control, Mr. Blood walks over, kicking him hard in the ribs, flipping him onto his back. Mr. Black walks over to him, lifting one giant boot and stepping down on the gear's chest, leaning into it, as mr. Blood watches, the staples in his face twisting his usual smirk into a predatory glare.*
Mr. Blood: Shut up, shut the fuck up right now or I swear to God I will gut you like a fucking carp. I don't care what it takes, I don't care what you have to do, who you have to go through
Mr. Black: BRING US DINERO!!!
Mr. Blood: By next week I expect that traitorous son of a bitch before us in chains. If he isn't then every single one of you will pay for his betrayal. Do you understand?
*The gear on the floor weakly nods, as the others still seemingly unharmed reply loudly at once that it will be done. Mr. Black slowly lifts his boot off of the gear's chest, letting him finally catch a full breath as he follows Mr. Blood towards the camera.*
Mr. Blood: Listen closely you trash-talking wannabe street-thug traitorous piece of shit. You are a fucking Dead Man, do you hear me? You have fucked with the wrong Gang motherfucker, we are going to tear this god damned world apart if we have to, there is no where to hide, and no where to run. Did you forget what you left behind? Or should I say, who? Surely you don't want to see your boy here punished for your wrongs? Get to Chaos Dinero, or there will not be a hole deep enough to hide you from us.
*The video cuts out suddenly, the letters B. B. in blood taking over the screen, before fading to black.*