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| Man, YOU Title This.; Rebel for NBE : COMPLEX | |
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| Minister Wighty | May 24 2017, 10:28 AM Post #1 |
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Opossum Queen of FIW
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["People are weird, right?"] Rebel is chillin' in a decent hotel room. The shades are drawn and the sun is filtering in between the slats, sending lukewarm stripes of brightness across the room. Rebel has a beer in one hand, condensation and ice chips dripping off of it onto her hand. Her feet are up in a chair, her butt planted in a separate one, and her hand idly petting Lucifer Goatfuck at her side. ["Excuse my native tongue. I'd try to be more professional, but... I just don't have the fuckin' energy."] She waves the thought away, taking a drink of her brew. ["Me an' Hikou in a big fuck-off Special Cage with a stupid name nobody can agree on the spelling of. Clay Krueger tries to tell you it'll change you... change us... the way it changed him."] She makes a dismissive noise that I can't quite make an onomatopoeia out of. Somewhere between "Tchhh", "Pfffft" and "Shhhhh." ["Dunno what Clay "Chainsaw" Krueger is made of, but I'm guessin' it ain't so much spinning blades an' steel teeth no more. Panko-Decepticon... that's the kinda shit we crave, yeah? Bloodshed and brainsmash. Crash-bang violence. Steel an' blood an' pain. That's the currency we fuckin' deal in, yeah? Is there a memo you missed somewhere?"] An eyebrow perks as she puts cold glass to red lips. She blinks slowly, peering over to the windows as Lucifer shakes out his body with a little jingle of medals. ["Sang-Hyun Lee, Yuki Sakaraba... mmm... no. Not suited for this mess. I'll agree with that, though. Cute kids. Maybe should star in a drama series about comin' together, having a kiss and some star-dreams or something. He can reveal himself to be an alien, take her away in his spaceship to see the moon or some shit. Beautiful story. Boy-meets-girl, girl-goes-crazy, boy-uncrazies-girl, boy-takes-girl-to-space. Turn it into a porno, boy-fucks-girl-in-a-rocket. I'd schlick to it. But in a wrestling match? In that blood an' steel an' hate an' shit? Nah.] Rebel shakes her head, adjusting in her seat to cross her legs. ["Nah. Good kids got no place in this fight. Set decoration. Somethin' pretty to contrast all the ugly, yeah?"] She presses the bottle to her lower lip, but doesn't actually drink. Her faraway stare suggests she might just be using it to think on. ["Ugly like me an' Middle-Kick Seikai. Like Gus Richlen and Gus Richlen With Tits. Like Valiant Dark of the Many Flames an' Mister Misery of the car-crashedness. Jack Manson Jr. didn't survive vehicular assault so good. Misery's got one over that tubby shitbucket. ... ugly like "Chainsaw" Krueger. Yeah, he fits. He's got veteran scars. In the body, an' the mind."] She touches her arm, then the side of her mask before picking up the beer again for another drink. ["Sang-Hyun an' Yuki tho? No. Caleb? That's pretty debatable. Good enough tag champ, but he's more of a pretty-boy, traditional Coulter Crew fodder than even Chainsaw. An' Los Templarios? Pffftchhshh..."] There's that sound again. I tried. ["They even work here anymore, or they go back through their magic portal to Hispanic Telanovela Faerie?"] Rebel shakes her head. ["Doesn't matter. There's a set order to this shit; anybody with eyes can see it. Templarios at the bottom, Sang-Hyun an' Yuki above that. Clay Chainsaw an' his pretty-boy right there in the middle. Bad-d Breed-d-d* above them, but only jus'. Beta Wolves... then Ninja Blood Explosion : COMPLEX riding high at the top. There's your Vegas odds or whatever."] She leans forward, setting the now-empty beer bottle down on a small table, folding her arms between her knees. ["Gets more complicated after that, though, yeah? Stack rankings is one thing, but actual performance... every man, woman an' fuckass in that ring has the potential to fuck this up for the other teams, easy. Even My Love From The Star. I honestly couldn't say who's walkin' out with the tag straps. That ain't so much for me to decide as... like... fate. Or Lucifer Goatfuck."] She pats the NBE mascot/... manager? who bleats in affirmation. ["Side note to Gustav "Empty Threats" Richlen, but even I'm American enough to know that if you kill our fucking goat, not only will PETA make your life a living hell more than it already is being married to a were-shrew, but FIW will fire your ass to avoid bad press an' I'll sue you so hard your dick will shrivel up, and your balls will vaporize to dust! One day Shaelin will be looking through her purse and a bunch of dust will fall out, and she'll be like "Oh shit? What is all this dust?" Only it's in were-shrew so it's more like "REEEEEEEEEEEE!" and you'll have to explain about your sad, vaporized balls."] Rebel looks Lucifer in his weird, horizontal-pupiled eyes as he begins probing the status of her chair with his lips and tongue, then turns back to the camera. ["Also I will kick your ass, dummy. Hikou too, I'm sure. I dunno. I'll ask him when he gets back with more beer."] She looks down at the floor, both sad to be out of beer and trying to find her train of thought. ["... ... fuck was I saying? ... oh, right. Panopticon. Only a shit-idiot would pretend they got full control over that hurricane of fuck. Nobody does. Best you can do is grab some steel an' ride it out. Try to shed as much blood as you can in the process, because blood doesn't grow on trees... but people are kind of like trees that scream when you tap them for their sweet, sweet syrup."] I guess we're closing on that? Yep. Here comes the fade-out. * [size0]I'm not sure how because I don't speak Japanese, but yes she pronounces the extra 'd's. |
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| Dai | May 24 2017, 05:36 PM Post #2 |
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Captain SPARKLE~!!!
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Hikou Seikai hasn't made it back to the room with those beers yet. This is because he's stopped in the lobby to talk some shit and maybe drink a beer. Carrying them is such hard work, you know. "[Six teams twelve people locked in a giant whatever the fuck with nowhere to run? Well, shit.]" Well, shit. "[And you're expecting me to say, what exactly? That me an' Reb are gonna win? Wish I could, but seriously? Maaan, who the fuck knows?]" Big shrug. "[Twelve people, random draws, sitting around, I mean, who the fuck knows anything? This is some "lap of the gods" shit going on here. Who'd fucking believe me if I said we were gonna win. Who fucking believes anyone when they say they're gonna win? I know Ricky says he's gonna win, and I don't fucking believe him. Purdy Boy Lee says he's gonna win, and then go to space; and I believe him more on the fucking space than I do the win.]" He snorts, as if to say "and I don't believe him on the space." "[Clay Krueger - done this shit before, don't ya know - he's too fucking smart to say he's gonna win. He know first hand that it's gonna be Chaos and Violence and Pain...]" Hikou trails away as if he's straining his ears. Can you hear something, Constant Reader? "[They're playing our fucking song: Blood, Steel and Mayhem, Ninja Blood Remix. Sounds like busted ribs and motherfuckers bleeding.]" He sticks his tongue out and swigs some more beer. "[Tell ya what, I don't need no Clay Krueger levels of XP to tell me it's gonna hurt. Don't need no Clay Krueger to tell me it's gonna be fucking mayhem. And I bet Gus Richlen's gonna tell me he likes some tuneless eurofags called Mayhem so he's gonna be better at it than me, or some shit.]" This week in Local Colour with Hikou Seikai: Flicking the Vs. Both sets. "[Go burn a church,**] dweeb, [and leave the Mayhem to the fucking professionals, because...]" He sips again. "[Look, what happened here in Manchester the other day was shit. Total shit. Don't know what else to say. Other people do that condolence shit better me so, that.]" A moment's pause. Let's pretend he said something profound. "[I do know that I ain't gonna let, I dunno, whoever win. I'm gonna drink what I want, fuck what I want and fight anybody who steps to. Ninja Blood came to Manchester for Mayhem and Mayhem is what there's gonna be.]" Tell 'em Blutarsky. "[Good job Management have already said they ain't cancelling Anarchy, 'cause I's gonna fuck shit up whether there was a show or not. I don't care if it's where those red assholes play, or those blue assholes play; or we go to Rainy City, where the purple assholes play. Fuck it, we don't even need a building. Put it up in Piccadilly Gardens and me and Reb will fuckin' do it there.]" Notice that Hikou isn't even going to try and say Panopticon. "[Terrorists, Alfalfa Wolves or fuckin' Football Hooligans.] I DON'T CARE [Ninja Blood Explosion are here and it's gonna get fuckin' MESSY.]" Okay, time for Hikou to leave, before Rebel gets too thirsty and things get really messy. [size0]** There was a Norwegian band called Mayhem, more famous for burning churches and stabbing each other than for their black metal. |
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