Post by nick on Sept 7, 2021 6:12:20 GMT -5
Vile sits in the shade of an awning. Feet up on a wooden picnic table, she leans back in her chair and casually files her nails. Behind her, out in the full heat of the sun is her husband, Vile. He’s shirtless and displaying not only his massive frame, but also by dint of his flesh, his Navajo heritage. He and Paz are relaxing by intimidating any other dog walkers that dare to get too close.
Vile: So, our next victims are the House of Salvaje. (She shrugs) It’s nothing personal. I mean, they seem pretty harmless. And we are equal opportunity destroyers. Oh, but wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Congratulations are in order.
Yay. Go House of Salvaje. (She makes a half-hearted, mocking wave) Congrats on your win. Because you WILL win. And we have absolutely no fucking problem with that. See, there’s plenty of fucking SHEEP in this Fed that like to follow all the rules, play nice and strive for ‘glory’ – as if THAT’S something important. (She shakes her head slowly and smirks.)
That’s not us. Never has been. And we’ve no plans to change any time soon. That’s because we’re having WAY too much fun hurting everyone else. So get yourselves ready for a short and painful encounter. Oh, did I say painful? I meant EXCRUCIATING. And afterwards, when your nursing ALL those wounds, you can smile and gloat and pretend that your little “w” actually means something. If you’re stupid enough to listen to the Black Hand, you’ll get all bent out of shape thinking that it’s the end of the fucking world because they’ve got a shiny bit of fucking leather and metal. All they’ve got is the accolade of being the biggest fucking SHEEP. And we all know how very dangerous sheep can be.
Now Kruger – maybe he’s bough a fucking clue. More likely it’s a residual effect of the sense that WE pummelled into him. But let’s hope he keeps the Red Mask thing going. It’s fucking hilarious. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll morph from a sheep into a wolf, but I’m not holding my breath. Speaking of – I could for our match with the “Salvages”. Yeah, yeah, so I mangled your fucking name. Big fucking deal. It fits; so deal with it. My point is I COULD hold my breath because the match is going to be that fucking short. (She smiles) Can’t say I didn’t warn you.
Now, as fun as it is to put you pair of SHEEP in your fucking place, I have more important things to do.
(She looks down and continues to unhurriedly file her nails as the screen fades to black upon which is a blood red W within a red circle.)
FIN.
Vile: So, our next victims are the House of Salvaje. (She shrugs) It’s nothing personal. I mean, they seem pretty harmless. And we are equal opportunity destroyers. Oh, but wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Congratulations are in order.
Yay. Go House of Salvaje. (She makes a half-hearted, mocking wave) Congrats on your win. Because you WILL win. And we have absolutely no fucking problem with that. See, there’s plenty of fucking SHEEP in this Fed that like to follow all the rules, play nice and strive for ‘glory’ – as if THAT’S something important. (She shakes her head slowly and smirks.)
That’s not us. Never has been. And we’ve no plans to change any time soon. That’s because we’re having WAY too much fun hurting everyone else. So get yourselves ready for a short and painful encounter. Oh, did I say painful? I meant EXCRUCIATING. And afterwards, when your nursing ALL those wounds, you can smile and gloat and pretend that your little “w” actually means something. If you’re stupid enough to listen to the Black Hand, you’ll get all bent out of shape thinking that it’s the end of the fucking world because they’ve got a shiny bit of fucking leather and metal. All they’ve got is the accolade of being the biggest fucking SHEEP. And we all know how very dangerous sheep can be.
Now Kruger – maybe he’s bough a fucking clue. More likely it’s a residual effect of the sense that WE pummelled into him. But let’s hope he keeps the Red Mask thing going. It’s fucking hilarious. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll morph from a sheep into a wolf, but I’m not holding my breath. Speaking of – I could for our match with the “Salvages”. Yeah, yeah, so I mangled your fucking name. Big fucking deal. It fits; so deal with it. My point is I COULD hold my breath because the match is going to be that fucking short. (She smiles) Can’t say I didn’t warn you.
Now, as fun as it is to put you pair of SHEEP in your fucking place, I have more important things to do.
(She looks down and continues to unhurriedly file her nails as the screen fades to black upon which is a blood red W within a red circle.)
FIN.