Post by nick on Oct 25, 2021 5:48:28 GMT -5
Team Wicked arrives at the airport and no one fails to notice. Vicious is a large, imposing monster who towers over most others. He isn’t simply tall, he’s BIG. Then there’s Vile; a macabre vision in white. Her eyes dart around challenging anyone with the nerve to meet her cold, assessing gaze. They haven’t got far when Grace sashays up, all smiles and mic in hand, begins her ever-so-polite interrogation.
Grace: Hi Guys, so where’s Paz? Not coming to Japan?
Vile: What the fuck? You think we’d subject Paz to being crated, carted and shit like that? Like hell!
Vicious: Paz is staying right here. Well, sort of…
Grace: Sort of?
Vile: Axle has people – REAL dog people. He’ll be happy.
Grace: And who is “Axle”?
Vile: For fuck’s sake A. CaSTLE. AC’STLE. AXLE! It’s not difficult.
Grace: Oh, Annie! Got it. Yes, she did sort of bond with him, didn’t she?
Vile: And? You finished now?
Grace: Just the matter of Candy.
Vile: That fucking bitch. What about her?
Grace: She CORRECTLY pointed out that yours is NOT the opening match as you asserted and -
Vile: What? She’s actually counting that DARK MATCH where THC will rip the fucking arms and legs off Team Puke? Damn, she’s desperate. Desperate for attention, but that’s okay. She’ll get ALL that she wants and more. LOTS more. See, I’ve seen the shit that she’s spouting. Sure, she’s done stuff. Sure, she’s won stuff. And? So fucking what? That was then. This is NOW. This is ME. I do not play nice. I don’t play fair. Quite simply – I. DO. NOT. PLAY. That is putting it about as simply as I can.
But,-
I’ll give her this much.
She’s right. She’s right that I couldn’t give a damn about the result. If she thinks for one fucking SECOND that I’m bothered by her ugly face getting in my way, she’s more deluded than Maddox looks. I’M the curse! I’M the bane of her existence and she’s NOT going to excise that in this fight; no matter what the hell happens.
That bitch can bring it. She can bring every fibre of brutal violence she can imagine and it STILL won’t be enough. It won’t, because I’m just that much darker, meaner, sadistic and VILE. If you want proof, go ahead and ask another question. Please. Pretty please.
Grace (smiling sweetly): I think that should cover things for now. Thank you for your time and DO have a pleasant flight (in cattle class). I’ve got to dash – private jet to catch. Ciao.
Vicious: How many do you think she fucked for that flight?
Vile ALL of them.
FIN.
Grace: Hi Guys, so where’s Paz? Not coming to Japan?
Vile: What the fuck? You think we’d subject Paz to being crated, carted and shit like that? Like hell!
Vicious: Paz is staying right here. Well, sort of…
Grace: Sort of?
Vile: Axle has people – REAL dog people. He’ll be happy.
Grace: And who is “Axle”?
Vile: For fuck’s sake A. CaSTLE. AC’STLE. AXLE! It’s not difficult.
Grace: Oh, Annie! Got it. Yes, she did sort of bond with him, didn’t she?
Vile: And? You finished now?
Grace: Just the matter of Candy.
Vile: That fucking bitch. What about her?
Grace: She CORRECTLY pointed out that yours is NOT the opening match as you asserted and -
Vile: What? She’s actually counting that DARK MATCH where THC will rip the fucking arms and legs off Team Puke? Damn, she’s desperate. Desperate for attention, but that’s okay. She’ll get ALL that she wants and more. LOTS more. See, I’ve seen the shit that she’s spouting. Sure, she’s done stuff. Sure, she’s won stuff. And? So fucking what? That was then. This is NOW. This is ME. I do not play nice. I don’t play fair. Quite simply – I. DO. NOT. PLAY. That is putting it about as simply as I can.
But,-
I’ll give her this much.
She’s right. She’s right that I couldn’t give a damn about the result. If she thinks for one fucking SECOND that I’m bothered by her ugly face getting in my way, she’s more deluded than Maddox looks. I’M the curse! I’M the bane of her existence and she’s NOT going to excise that in this fight; no matter what the hell happens.
That bitch can bring it. She can bring every fibre of brutal violence she can imagine and it STILL won’t be enough. It won’t, because I’m just that much darker, meaner, sadistic and VILE. If you want proof, go ahead and ask another question. Please. Pretty please.
Grace (smiling sweetly): I think that should cover things for now. Thank you for your time and DO have a pleasant flight (in cattle class). I’ve got to dash – private jet to catch. Ciao.
Vicious: How many do you think she fucked for that flight?
Vile ALL of them.
FIN.