THE HIGH TABLE

The silence in the shattered screening room doesn't last long. From the shadows of the doorway, a towering, silent figure steps onto the bloody concrete. It is the lethal tactical specialist John Matrix (from Commando), and he has no intention of trading punches.

Orton, completely exhausted, his tight Peacemaker uniform drenched in sweat and crimson, barely has time to turn his head. Matrix moves with terrifying, militaristic speed. Before Orton can adjust his wide tactical stance or find friction with his combat boots, Matrix drives a heavy combat boot into Orton's knee, shattering his base and forcing him down to his knees.

Matrix reaches back to a fractured piece of the room's structural framework—a jagged, two-meter length of exposed steel rebar torn from the concrete pillar during the previous brawl. Matrix grips the rusty steel with his massive, vascular forearms, pinning Orton’s shoulder down with his boot to completely immobilize him. With a guttural roar of absolute dominance, Matrix drives the jagged rebar straight down into Orton's chest. The steel pierces through the tight uniform, shattering the ribs and impaling Orton cleanly through the torso, pinning his body directly to the cracked concrete floor beneath him.

Orton’s blue gauntlets claw desperately at the cold steel for a final, frantic second, his boots twitching violently against the debris as he fights for air. Within moments, his frame goes completely rigid, his head slumping back against the stone as the life drains out of him. Matrix lets go of the steel rod, leaving Orton permanently impaled in the center of the slaughterhouse.

Matrix stands over the impaled operative, his cold eyes scanning the ruined, blood-splattered room to ensure the area is fully secured. He looks down at Orton’s motionless frame, noting how the extreme rush of adrenaline from the final, high-stakes struggle left the body locked in a state of absolute physical tension.

A grim, victorious smile crosses Matrix’s face as he evaluates the sheer, raw carnage left in the wake of the confrontation.

Matrix turns back toward the center of the room, his eyes locking onto Orton’s motionless frame pinned to the floor. Deciding to ensure the target is completely neutralized, he steps over the debris, his heavy tactical boots crunching against the shattered concrete.

He grabs another separate piece of heavy steel pipe from the collapsed framework nearby. Gripping the cold metal with both hands, he raises it high, leveraging his full upper-body mass under the harsh overhead lights. With a powerful, downward drive, he forces the pipe straight through the center of Orton's torso, pinning the operative's frame even deeper into the cracked foundation of the room.

The impact sends a final vibration through the ruined floor, cutting off any remaining movement. Matrix releases his grip on the metal, stands up straight, and looks over the completely silent battlefield. With a forceful downward drive, he forces the pipe through the center of Orton's tactical vest, securing the frame firmly to the stone foundation below.The sudden kinetic impact forces a final, involuntary physical reaction from the pinned operative: Orton’s heavy, armored tactical boots instinctively dig wide into the debris, scraping against the cracked tiles as his lower body tenses from the impact. His hands, encased in the rigid blue gauntlets, claw tightly around the metal shaft of the pipe in a final, defensive reflex, fighting the downward leverage. The physical resistance quickly subsides as the structural force of the strike brings the struggle to an absolute, permanent stop. Matrix releases the metal work, leaving the area fully secured as the heavy silence returns to the room.

Published: 2026-08-16, viewed 43 times.