Post by nick on Oct 7, 2021 7:59:06 GMT -5
(The scene opens to a scrap yard. In the background Vicious is employing his immense physical strength to rip the hood off a car. Standing in front of the camera is Vile, a vision in white, albeit a very threatening and intimidating vision.)
Vile: So, look who gets a week off from getting their asses kicked. Haus of Salvaje, enjoy your little ‘rest’ – if you can, because we, Wicked get to play with some new toys.
The Robinsons. Hmmm. That’s a name to really strike fear into the hearts of …..well, nobody really. One’s fat. One’s skinny. One’s a cripple. What a winning combination.
But hey, don’t be glum!
You see, you’ve already won – so many things. Oh, the match? Yeah. Like we give a fuck about whose hand is held aloft at the end. So, let’s give you that one. Then there’s the other prizes: Most Pulverised, Most Bloodied, Fewest Teeth, Best Victim. See! So many things you fuckwits can celebrate. AFTER you recover.
Yeah, it’s true. We’re just in this for the misery – OTHER PEOPLE’S! And we make damn sure that’s what happens each and every time we get into the ring. That’s because we practice – Hard. EVERY time we get into that ring someone gets hurt.
(She smiles cruelly, eases a few strands of bone white hair from her face and then continues.)
It’s going to be such a fun meeting. Your faces. Our boots. And here’s another comforting thought on which to close. You’ve already got a wheelchair that you can all take turns at using!
Wicked, the team that just keeps on giving.
(The scene closes to the sound of Vile’s harsh laughter and then the rending screams of tortured metal as Vicious twists and tears at the contorted hood.)
Vile: So, look who gets a week off from getting their asses kicked. Haus of Salvaje, enjoy your little ‘rest’ – if you can, because we, Wicked get to play with some new toys.
The Robinsons. Hmmm. That’s a name to really strike fear into the hearts of …..well, nobody really. One’s fat. One’s skinny. One’s a cripple. What a winning combination.
But hey, don’t be glum!
You see, you’ve already won – so many things. Oh, the match? Yeah. Like we give a fuck about whose hand is held aloft at the end. So, let’s give you that one. Then there’s the other prizes: Most Pulverised, Most Bloodied, Fewest Teeth, Best Victim. See! So many things you fuckwits can celebrate. AFTER you recover.
Yeah, it’s true. We’re just in this for the misery – OTHER PEOPLE’S! And we make damn sure that’s what happens each and every time we get into the ring. That’s because we practice – Hard. EVERY time we get into that ring someone gets hurt.
(She smiles cruelly, eases a few strands of bone white hair from her face and then continues.)
It’s going to be such a fun meeting. Your faces. Our boots. And here’s another comforting thought on which to close. You’ve already got a wheelchair that you can all take turns at using!
Wicked, the team that just keeps on giving.
(The scene closes to the sound of Vile’s harsh laughter and then the rending screams of tortured metal as Vicious twists and tears at the contorted hood.)