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March 14, 2001.
Sculpting away, Feren Van Der Steen was adding finishing touches to a statue he created. Well forcibly made- Feren was a professional wrestler named “The Sculptor”. He’d become infamous for a move called “The Encasement” his final move, where he encase his opponents in clay, pose them into a statue in the process, and then punch them out from the encasement, leaving a mold and statue for his collection of fighters he faced. It was a perplexing move but the audience loved it. He’d come home from his marches and fix up any problems on the mold with the help of the “Wheel” a special mechanism, making sculpting easier than ever before. You place the piece you want fixed into latches that would secure the target, keeping it in place before its spun around rapidly encasing it with another coat of clay. The machine could even make a statue from scratch with the right materials though Feren hadn’t tried it yet.
Once he finished fixing up his creations they would be placed in his garden and around his house. He kept some statues in his personal art museum he’d had a strong fascination with. The museum was far away from his mansion hidden away from prying eyes coming to look for the wrestler. Only a specific map he kept away in his home would reveal the location.
Feren turned off the wheel and saw his creation. He looked at it with awe. “Another satisfying defeat forever set in stone from my hands- literally.” The tiger chuckled with delight. Feren walked over to it and before picking booped the statues nose with glee. Feren soon picked up the sculpture and contemplated putting it on “The Prized Piece” stand or the regular ones. The tiger thought for a moment before placing it with the regular ones. Feren sighed longing to find an opponent to place in the prized section. None have been memorable or attractive to him to consider the placement.
*Ringgggg* *Ringggg*
Feren picked up his flipphone without haste “Feren Speaking.” He walked around “The wheel” carelessly backing up to the instruments of the machine not realizing he was turning it back on. The buttons and icons flashed rapidly against the pressure of his body leaning against it.
“Oh Mauve! How’s it going?” The buttons soon stopped on one icon and was whirring up to go as a plinth was made for the subject.
“I Wish I could be coming with you but I have multiple matches still.” Feren oblivious to his fumble, walked onto the plinth unaware that the latches gripped around his feet.
“I guess “The Feline with a pelt as smooth as marble” is still attracting fans.” clay and cloth soon appeared next to him as the wheel was gathering the materials to secure its subject.
“Maybe I can when theres time off for me. Alright love you hon.” *click*.
“Huh? Why is it on?” Feren muttered as he was trying to remove the latches around his feet.
It was no use. They were too tight even for the tiger himself. The machine started whirring and moving as Feren’s clothes were being taken off one by the other by the machines hands. The machine had to rip off his pants and underwear since it couldn’t be taken off by pulling it down. “Hey- Stop.” Feren began to panic as the cloth was wrapped around his waist tightly. “OW! Quit it now!” The machine soon sped up faster with it becoming a clay tornado with Feren inside. The tiger was whipped around and posed with great force. Feren tried resisting it but the machine was too powerful. The Machine soon stopped as Feren was flung with great length across the room and came to a stop at his “Prized Piece Stand”. Feren was petrified. He now resembled “Venus De Milo” with his arms gone and half his tail gone- in reality they were behind his back- bound- to give him the appearance of being armless- same with his tail. The wrestler began to panic as he tried moving in his marble prison but to no avail. “Aghhh Noooo!” He thought to himself as he tried moving around in his prison.
The Tiger was now a statue in his own museum with the statues of his opponents. They all seemingly looked at him with a smile.
Will he ever escape his prison? Find out soon….
Small Trivia. The Previous Statue Story is connected to this one. Feren is the Son of the Sculpture that petrified Rian. Meaning he is part stone himself, leaving him in a helpless position.
What statue should I do next?
March 14, 2001.
Sculpting away, Feren Van Der Steen was adding finishing touches to a statue he created. Well forcibly made- Feren was a professional wrestler named “The Sculptor”. He’d become infamous for a move called “The Encasement” his final move, where he encase his opponents in clay, pose them into a statue in the process, and then punch them out from the encasement, leaving a mold and statue for his collection of fighters he faced. It was a perplexing move but the audience loved it. He’d come home from his marches and fix up any problems on the mold with the help of the “Wheel” a special mechanism, making sculpting easier than ever before. You place the piece you want fixed into latches that would secure the target, keeping it in place before its spun around rapidly encasing it with another coat of clay. The machine could even make a statue from scratch with the right materials though Feren hadn’t tried it yet.
Once he finished fixing up his creations they would be placed in his garden and around his house. He kept some statues in his personal art museum he’d had a strong fascination with. The museum was far away from his mansion hidden away from prying eyes coming to look for the wrestler. Only a specific map he kept away in his home would reveal the location.
Feren turned off the wheel and saw his creation. He looked at it with awe. “Another satisfying defeat forever set in stone from my hands- literally.” The tiger chuckled with delight. Feren walked over to it and before picking booped the statues nose with glee. Feren soon picked up the sculpture and contemplated putting it on “The Prized Piece” stand or the regular ones. The tiger thought for a moment before placing it with the regular ones. Feren sighed longing to find an opponent to place in the prized section. None have been memorable or attractive to him to consider the placement.
*Ringgggg* *Ringggg*
Feren picked up his flipphone without haste “Feren Speaking.” He walked around “The wheel” carelessly backing up to the instruments of the machine not realizing he was turning it back on. The buttons and icons flashed rapidly against the pressure of his body leaning against it.
“Oh Mauve! How’s it going?” The buttons soon stopped on one icon and was whirring up to go as a plinth was made for the subject.
“I Wish I could be coming with you but I have multiple matches still.” Feren oblivious to his fumble, walked onto the plinth unaware that the latches gripped around his feet.
“I guess “The Feline with a pelt as smooth as marble” is still attracting fans.” clay and cloth soon appeared next to him as the wheel was gathering the materials to secure its subject.
“Maybe I can when theres time off for me. Alright love you hon.” *click*.
“Huh? Why is it on?” Feren muttered as he was trying to remove the latches around his feet.
It was no use. They were too tight even for the tiger himself. The machine started whirring and moving as Feren’s clothes were being taken off one by the other by the machines hands. The machine had to rip off his pants and underwear since it couldn’t be taken off by pulling it down. “Hey- Stop.” Feren began to panic as the cloth was wrapped around his waist tightly. “OW! Quit it now!” The machine soon sped up faster with it becoming a clay tornado with Feren inside. The tiger was whipped around and posed with great force. Feren tried resisting it but the machine was too powerful. The Machine soon stopped as Feren was flung with great length across the room and came to a stop at his “Prized Piece Stand”. Feren was petrified. He now resembled “Venus De Milo” with his arms gone and half his tail gone- in reality they were behind his back- bound- to give him the appearance of being armless- same with his tail. The wrestler began to panic as he tried moving in his marble prison but to no avail. “Aghhh Noooo!” He thought to himself as he tried moving around in his prison.
The Tiger was now a statue in his own museum with the statues of his opponents. They all seemingly looked at him with a smile.
Will he ever escape his prison? Find out soon….
Small Trivia. The Previous Statue Story is connected to this one. Feren is the Son of the Sculpture that petrified Rian. Meaning he is part stone himself, leaving him in a helpless position.
What statue should I do next?
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