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Elvis Costello - Impatience; H@VoK
Topic Started: Jul 20 2010, 01:16 PM (39 Views)
Minister Wighty
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Our camera's eye grows wide to see Havok uncharacteristically nude, chest-deep in a hot tub. We get an unusually good look at his tats (nice ink, bro), his long blonde hair down and flowing around him, and even his makeup is gone... well, he's wearing a cucumber mud mask. Tasty.

Havok: Hey, kids. You'll have to excuse me for being out of costume. I've been enjoying the accomodations FIW has set me up with. One can never indulge in too much pampering, after all.

We pan back to see there are women on either side of him, clad in red and green bikinis. They're using tools and various items to manicure them to their finest.

Havok: I've been meaning to make my opinions known to the FIW public, but I've sorta been lying in wait. See, I had this amazing plan set up where I'd keep calling Snake "Neo Carner", 'cuz Snake isn't worth my time or attention and I'd rather he be Neo Carner... aaaaand then he'd get all pissed off and even easier to destroy in the ring... but Snake hasn't said anything yet. How am I supposed to respond to what he says and call him Neo Carner if he isn't talking!? I mean, sure, I could just claim I had a match against Carner and that I'd whup him, but then most of the idiots I work with would think I just read the card wrong and assume I'm crazy and don't know what I'm talking about, and we can't have that...

Here we're treated to an eye roll.

Havok: ... what is it with the management and pandering to whiners like Snake and Mike Harrison? "Oh, Havok was a meanie to me! He broke my arm and/or betrayed me in a match! I DEMAND to face him!" ... and they get their way!

He spits, in the pool no less. Disgusting. The girls don't seem to mind.

Havok: What about my demands!? What about MY needs!? How long have I been crying out for some entertaining opposition!? How long have I been holding onto that no-disqualification match with Neo Carner!? What's a guy gotta do to get into a tongue wrestling match with Jenny!? ... and whaddya send me up against? Freaking Snake! Mike Harrison! Whoever's on the roster this week that isn't already caught up in some sort of blood feud... feh! I see where Tanaka's loyalties lie...

He turns back from looking disappointed and offended to cock an eyebrow and grin.

Havok: ... or do I? I mean, let's be fair; other than that battle royale debacle I was never even legally involved in Dai-kun and his fellow members of the council seem to be mostly interested in feeding me success after success, victory after victory. It's almost like they're grooming me for something... hmmmmmmm...

Havok looks extraordinarily pleased with himself, settling back against the edge of the tub as the girls begin the finishing touches on his nails.

Havok: This week is no different. Rage against the machine there, Snakey. Fight a battle you can't win. Try to get delicious revenge and regain your honor, if that's even what you give a shit about anymore... fight me. Fight me and lose like we all know you're doomed to. Then, when you're all done and I've proven myself ONCE AGAIN to the Circle of Sages and Dai-kun... maybe then I'll get something worth fighting for. Worth dying for. Worth []killing[/i] for. Worth stealing lines from Sin City for. Snake, if you feel like opening up your fanged mouth maybe I can pretend like we never had this conversation and call you by your old partner's name a few times.

He shrugs and the ladies finally finish with his nails, sliding into his already extended arms.

Havok: Or maybe I'll just laugh at your futile attempts to out-smart me. See you in the desert, Hissy.

Havok looks between the two ladies on his arms who are now rubbing his chest and stroking his silky-looking hair. His face sours and he jerks his arms upward, growling.

Havok: Get the fuck off of me, you floozies!

We fade.
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