Part Two of the Curiously Curious Missing Sloth.
Feb 6, 2021 13:46:24 GMT -5
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Post by The Colossus on Feb 6, 2021 13:46:24 GMT -5
Angus could be forgiven for sitting at the courtroom table completely dumbstruck. What he had seen over the previous two and a half hours might have been the strangest, dumbest, and generally most Crescent City thing thus far.
While he and the prosecutors shared similar sentiments of stupefaction. A Seven Foot Man in a Mask with his own name, A shorter man in a business suit obviously from Goodwill shook hands, while what Angus guessed was supposed to be a Cyborg Gorilla clapped both men on the shoulders.
The day had begun as you might expect, Angus and Scott sitting at the table, with MECHA-HARAMBE sitting next to them, a gigantic grin on his face. The Wasp was late. Again.
The Mountain and “Gorilla-Man” seemed to share some kind of understanding, which was amazing since neither actually spoke English as far as Angus could tell.
When the Wasp had shambled into the courtroom, carrying his “papers” in a folder made from a free newspaper, he had wisely chosen the “Escort” section as the outer layer. The Wasp himself was wearing what presumably was a new suit, but was clearly a different find from the Crescent City Goodwill. The dirt and twigs caking his left side, and the missing antenna from his mask begged further explanation…
The Judge dispensed with any pleasantries and simply called the Wasp up to the bench. He dropped his “files” on the desk, which promptly spilled everywhere, he looked at it dumbstruck for a second, shrugged and staggered up to the bench with an overnight drunk’s grace.
The Wasp had explained, rather loudly why he was late. He had intended to turn the Sloth itself in as evidence in his case defending the noncognito Scott Steel. But in what some might call a turn of events, he had lost the sloth at some point in his own absconding of it from the SLF and waking up in a front yard that was not his own.
FOR REASONS, he thought this would be the best course of events. Before he could launch into what would be a lengthy and serious recounting of misadventures the judge had silenced him. Looking around the courtroom, and sighing almost in unison with Angus, who was drinking coffee from one of those gratis dixie plus size cups, decided that there had been about enough of this nonsense, and tossed the entire case out.
The Prosecution had jumped nearly onto his own table and shouted that he had more evidence, video, eye-witnesses. The Judge was having none of it. It had been a long two weeks dealing with this horseshit and struck the gavel. The courtroom had moved from “What-in-the-actual-hell” Silence to an eruptive noise. Angus hadn’t been sure whether this was in support of The Mountain, or in condemnation. The Judge stopped before finally leaving and informed the Wasp that he was in contempt of court and to have the bailiff put him under arrest.
The Wasp shrugged, sounded like three hots and a cot to him. After the round of congratulations had finished, the Wasp nodded as cuffs were placed around his wrists and was led off, leaving Angus with MECHA-HARAMBE and Scott Steel.
In the car ride back to CCFC, Angus called Dane and let him know the outcome of the case. Dane had opted to let him tell it to his voicemail. Angus wasn’t surprised by that. At least something today was going to go exactly as planned.
Steel, despite getting the charges of theft and vandalism against him dropped, was still wearing the mask, little blonde curls poking out of the back. Angus was going to have to talk to him about that. He was also still wearing a tie with his normal wrestling attire. Angus hoped that this wasn’t going to become a permanent fixture.
“Alright guys, you know what Mack’s plan…”
He stopped speaking looking in the rearview mirror, At two masked men with the collective working intelligence of an icebox. Mack had deftly avoided falling into the trap of calling Steel stupid, making him likely the most intelligent competitor in the NPW, not in the Syndicate, and certainly making him brighter than such luminaries as Desolation who despite continually finding themselves being dumped on their heads, though perhaps as a result of that seemed to not understand that their boxcar children antics were not getting them any closer to their stated goal.
Mack was a legitimate threat. Timeless seemed to be hellbent on jabbering about things that Angus frankly didn’t seem to understand. He was clearly making himself the weak link in a chain holding the other three men together.
“Only as strong as the weakest link.”
Steel stared stoically. He wasn’t paying attention. Lord Dominicus had to be considered, Scott Steel for whatever reason seemed to have some affection for the man, who while probably evil, was also the kind of good natured, kind hearted buffoon that The Mountain was. Though Dominicus stomped around like a child in the leaves, Angus was certain Dane felt he had been put in his place. Dominicus’ tone of late hadn’t carried the same chutzpah that it had before the CWC.
That had put Angus on edge. CWC had proven a couple of things, Eric Dane called shots in NPW, and until backed into a serious corner, Gus Arnold wasn’t going to do much of anything to stop it. That left an isolated archipelago of resistance that was more and more seeming to be led by one Joseph Mack. Angus was legit worried Mack would manage to make it past the obvious hangups of his partners and sneak out a win. The Syndicate had protected Dane from Mack in one match already. But with the corner, Dane had backed Arnold into. He knew if that happened, Steel, the Aurochs, Jamester, or even God himself was going to be able to stop Mack a second time. Angus could feel it.
With the new stipulations, that meant the Ultra-Kool-Aid Man powers of The Aurochs were going to be entirely benched.
Looking back at Steel, who was nodding as MECHA-HARAMBE said something to him in Japanese, Angus knew that it was going to come down to the three of them crushing Timeless as quickly as possible and threading the the needle of putting themselves in a position where the Syndicate was going to be exposed.
While he and the prosecutors shared similar sentiments of stupefaction. A Seven Foot Man in a Mask with his own name, A shorter man in a business suit obviously from Goodwill shook hands, while what Angus guessed was supposed to be a Cyborg Gorilla clapped both men on the shoulders.
The day had begun as you might expect, Angus and Scott sitting at the table, with MECHA-HARAMBE sitting next to them, a gigantic grin on his face. The Wasp was late. Again.
The Mountain and “Gorilla-Man” seemed to share some kind of understanding, which was amazing since neither actually spoke English as far as Angus could tell.
When the Wasp had shambled into the courtroom, carrying his “papers” in a folder made from a free newspaper, he had wisely chosen the “Escort” section as the outer layer. The Wasp himself was wearing what presumably was a new suit, but was clearly a different find from the Crescent City Goodwill. The dirt and twigs caking his left side, and the missing antenna from his mask begged further explanation…
The Judge dispensed with any pleasantries and simply called the Wasp up to the bench. He dropped his “files” on the desk, which promptly spilled everywhere, he looked at it dumbstruck for a second, shrugged and staggered up to the bench with an overnight drunk’s grace.
The Wasp had explained, rather loudly why he was late. He had intended to turn the Sloth itself in as evidence in his case defending the noncognito Scott Steel. But in what some might call a turn of events, he had lost the sloth at some point in his own absconding of it from the SLF and waking up in a front yard that was not his own.
FOR REASONS, he thought this would be the best course of events. Before he could launch into what would be a lengthy and serious recounting of misadventures the judge had silenced him. Looking around the courtroom, and sighing almost in unison with Angus, who was drinking coffee from one of those gratis dixie plus size cups, decided that there had been about enough of this nonsense, and tossed the entire case out.
The Prosecution had jumped nearly onto his own table and shouted that he had more evidence, video, eye-witnesses. The Judge was having none of it. It had been a long two weeks dealing with this horseshit and struck the gavel. The courtroom had moved from “What-in-the-actual-hell” Silence to an eruptive noise. Angus hadn’t been sure whether this was in support of The Mountain, or in condemnation. The Judge stopped before finally leaving and informed the Wasp that he was in contempt of court and to have the bailiff put him under arrest.
The Wasp shrugged, sounded like three hots and a cot to him. After the round of congratulations had finished, the Wasp nodded as cuffs were placed around his wrists and was led off, leaving Angus with MECHA-HARAMBE and Scott Steel.
In the car ride back to CCFC, Angus called Dane and let him know the outcome of the case. Dane had opted to let him tell it to his voicemail. Angus wasn’t surprised by that. At least something today was going to go exactly as planned.
Steel, despite getting the charges of theft and vandalism against him dropped, was still wearing the mask, little blonde curls poking out of the back. Angus was going to have to talk to him about that. He was also still wearing a tie with his normal wrestling attire. Angus hoped that this wasn’t going to become a permanent fixture.
“Alright guys, you know what Mack’s plan…”
He stopped speaking looking in the rearview mirror, At two masked men with the collective working intelligence of an icebox. Mack had deftly avoided falling into the trap of calling Steel stupid, making him likely the most intelligent competitor in the NPW, not in the Syndicate, and certainly making him brighter than such luminaries as Desolation who despite continually finding themselves being dumped on their heads, though perhaps as a result of that seemed to not understand that their boxcar children antics were not getting them any closer to their stated goal.
Mack was a legitimate threat. Timeless seemed to be hellbent on jabbering about things that Angus frankly didn’t seem to understand. He was clearly making himself the weak link in a chain holding the other three men together.
“Only as strong as the weakest link.”
Steel stared stoically. He wasn’t paying attention. Lord Dominicus had to be considered, Scott Steel for whatever reason seemed to have some affection for the man, who while probably evil, was also the kind of good natured, kind hearted buffoon that The Mountain was. Though Dominicus stomped around like a child in the leaves, Angus was certain Dane felt he had been put in his place. Dominicus’ tone of late hadn’t carried the same chutzpah that it had before the CWC.
That had put Angus on edge. CWC had proven a couple of things, Eric Dane called shots in NPW, and until backed into a serious corner, Gus Arnold wasn’t going to do much of anything to stop it. That left an isolated archipelago of resistance that was more and more seeming to be led by one Joseph Mack. Angus was legit worried Mack would manage to make it past the obvious hangups of his partners and sneak out a win. The Syndicate had protected Dane from Mack in one match already. But with the corner, Dane had backed Arnold into. He knew if that happened, Steel, the Aurochs, Jamester, or even God himself was going to be able to stop Mack a second time. Angus could feel it.
With the new stipulations, that meant the Ultra-Kool-Aid Man powers of The Aurochs were going to be entirely benched.
Looking back at Steel, who was nodding as MECHA-HARAMBE said something to him in Japanese, Angus knew that it was going to come down to the three of them crushing Timeless as quickly as possible and threading the the needle of putting themselves in a position where the Syndicate was going to be exposed.