Post by nick on Jan 1, 2022 10:02:42 GMT -5
(The white clad figure of Vile smirks at the camera. She then squats down smoothly to stroke the massive head of Paz. Vicious stands, looming over them with his arms crossed over his barrel chest. Vile smoothly stands.)
Vile: Gambling. It’s Vegas and they want us to gamble – with other people’s money. Go figure.
Vicious: You know, that at a push, I think that we MIGHT be able to stretch to that.
Vile: Yeah, we’re super busy, so can’t just run around doing shit just because someone wants us to. Still, I guess if we are getting PAID to gamble with their money, it’d be rude not to.
Vicious: Especially when we already know the outcome of the fight.
Vile (very sarcastically): Damn. You said that out loud. Now what are we going to do?
Vicious (with totally unconcealed falsehood): Shit. I guess we’ll just have to play fair and follow the rules.
Vile: Like we always do?
Vicious: Abso-fucking-lutely.
Vile: Best they publish that card then. I need to see which losers we aren’t betting on. You know, all those butt-hurt fuckwits that DIDN’T get a precious award. As if that fucking mattered one damn iota! 99% of the population has already forgotten who the fuck won what. Those awards are totally fucking IRRELEVANT – just like the pretentious, deluded assholes that actually won.
Vicious: Yeah, shine those fuckers up real good. It’ll help you believe that you ever so fucking SLIGHTLY important.
Vile and then….And then there’s all the bullshit threats and promises. “This year I’m gonna ...shit miracles!” Yeah, yeah, the usual fucking crap. And again; who gives a shit?
Vicious: Not us, that’s for sure.
Vile: Still, there is ONE little thing that we care about. Well, maybe not THAT little, as it’s that walking lump of lard, Fat Boy Robinson. Listen Lard Ass, you can bet one sure thing – you’ll be losing that belt the very next time you have to defend it. Pity that 2022 is going to get off to such a shitty start for you. Pity for YOU. Every other fucker just gets to LAUGH as you waddle off into obscurity.
Vicious: It shouldn’t bother you that much though. It’s not like you’re not used to be irrelevant. You just get practice it for ever and ever and ever.
Vile: hey, that’s the Wicked New Year greetings passed on. Looks like the only way to close now with our fondest wishes; so here they are.
Vicious: GO. FUCK. YOURSELVES!
Vile: No, really.
(The scene ends with both Vile and Vicious flipping ‘the bird’ to the camera.)
Vile: Gambling. It’s Vegas and they want us to gamble – with other people’s money. Go figure.
Vicious: You know, that at a push, I think that we MIGHT be able to stretch to that.
Vile: Yeah, we’re super busy, so can’t just run around doing shit just because someone wants us to. Still, I guess if we are getting PAID to gamble with their money, it’d be rude not to.
Vicious: Especially when we already know the outcome of the fight.
Vile (very sarcastically): Damn. You said that out loud. Now what are we going to do?
Vicious (with totally unconcealed falsehood): Shit. I guess we’ll just have to play fair and follow the rules.
Vile: Like we always do?
Vicious: Abso-fucking-lutely.
Vile: Best they publish that card then. I need to see which losers we aren’t betting on. You know, all those butt-hurt fuckwits that DIDN’T get a precious award. As if that fucking mattered one damn iota! 99% of the population has already forgotten who the fuck won what. Those awards are totally fucking IRRELEVANT – just like the pretentious, deluded assholes that actually won.
Vicious: Yeah, shine those fuckers up real good. It’ll help you believe that you ever so fucking SLIGHTLY important.
Vile and then….And then there’s all the bullshit threats and promises. “This year I’m gonna ...shit miracles!” Yeah, yeah, the usual fucking crap. And again; who gives a shit?
Vicious: Not us, that’s for sure.
Vile: Still, there is ONE little thing that we care about. Well, maybe not THAT little, as it’s that walking lump of lard, Fat Boy Robinson. Listen Lard Ass, you can bet one sure thing – you’ll be losing that belt the very next time you have to defend it. Pity that 2022 is going to get off to such a shitty start for you. Pity for YOU. Every other fucker just gets to LAUGH as you waddle off into obscurity.
Vicious: It shouldn’t bother you that much though. It’s not like you’re not used to be irrelevant. You just get practice it for ever and ever and ever.
Vile: hey, that’s the Wicked New Year greetings passed on. Looks like the only way to close now with our fondest wishes; so here they are.
Vicious: GO. FUCK. YOURSELVES!
Vile: No, really.
(The scene ends with both Vile and Vicious flipping ‘the bird’ to the camera.)