The Will Smith Elementary Incident (FftF RP #2)
Mar 23, 2022 20:28:54 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Mar 23, 2022 20:28:54 GMT -5
I
Somewhere in west Philadelphia...
'You know you didn't have to come along.' Sinclair said as she looked out the window of the car as it rolled down the street. And she turned to look at the man sitting in the backseat with her. Donzig waved a hand, staring at her as his mask was cradled in his lap. He shook his head, shrugging as he met her gaze. 'I know you have a match you are preparing for.'
'Yes, Zepp and Apathy.'
Sinclair blinked. 'Apathy? I haven't seen her since I beat her in Canada.'
Donzig arched a brow, his fingers stroking the mask absently as he sniffed. 'You know her?'
'Euro-trash. I think we went to boarding school, some balls or something. It is hard to remember sometime.' Sinclair stared out the window, gazing at her reflection before she shrugged. 'Did you ever feel like someone has scooped out your memories, and feelings? That they only left what was negative or what they needed?'
Donzig stared, and gave a grunt. 'No.'
Sinclair turned back to him, smiling slightly. 'I appreciate you coming with me, but I could have handled this.'
Donzig snorted. 'Sinclair, do you think the Scourge, the terror of the XHF, Death in High Places can't handle children?'
Mormo looked into the backseat, and Moloch glanced in the mirror as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. Sinclair stared at Donzig, and then turned her head as she lifted a hand to cough into her fist. She shook her head, forcing a smile. 'Never.'
The car pulled up in front of large brick building which had a simple line of letters above the door stating it was the 'Will Smith Elementary'. Standing in a small cement covered clearing before the door was a statue of the Fresh Prince himself. Donzig stared at it as he climbed out of the car, shaking his head before he glanced at Sinclair. She shrugged, and stood between the hulking figures of the Death Squad. She lifted a hand to brush back her hair, and then smiled. 'This man must be some kind of hero to have a school named after him.'
Mormo and Moloch turned, staring at her before Donzig lifted a hand. He started forward, his coat snapping around him before he grumbled. 'Yes, he has saved the earth several times, Sinclair. Normally from aliens.'
Sinclair blinked, and followed after him with the Death Squad.
II
A room full of kids sat staring as their teacher looked down at a paper in her hands, and she paced back and forth. She adjusted her glasses and shrugged, before she spoke with a faint smile. 'Okay, everyone please welcome our guests from Philadelphia's own Fireside Wrestling on the XHF Network! They are Donzig-gun?'
The kids laughed, and one of the boys waved his hand. 'That isn't how you say it, you have to say it like they do in Japan! Like goon.'
The teacher shrugged, rolling her eyes before she turned back to the door. It opened, and the black clad figures of Donzig-gun stalked inside. Sinclair smiled at the children, absently smoothing her long coat as the Death Squad flanked her. They frowned, and a few of the kids drew back as the pair of brutes took up spots nearby. The teacher looked at them nervously, but Sinclair waved a hand dismissively. And then they all paused, looking at the door.
The kids whispered to themselves, clearly confused. The teacher looked at Sinclair, checking her paper before the Baroness rolled her eyes. She leaned out of the door, and hissed. 'What are you waiting for?'
A pause.
'Pyro? There is no pyro, we're at a school!'
Donzig banged the door open, shaking his masked head as he stalked inside. The teacher flinched away from him, and a few of the kids gave a little cheer. Donzig stared at them, muttering something about being bush league under his breath. Then he yanked off the mask, he passed it to Sinclair before he turned to the kids. He frowned, raking his fingers through his beard before he yelled. 'Yeah! You all wondering how you get here aren't you? Because you messed up, that's how! Out running the streets all day, stealing, making deals, trying to be a bad ass! Yeah, I know your kind! You proud you made your mother cry is that it? Trying to be a bad ass, huh?'
A finger jabbed and one of the kids, blinked in sudden fear as Donzig loomed over him. Then he turned away, stalking to glare at another who was gaping at him.
'Look at you, eyeballing me! You think you're hard, kid? Is that it? Out stealing? Taking candy from the store? Is that it? You're not so hard, I'd trade you to Mormo for some cigarettes--'
The teacher was speechless, the kid blinked away tears. Sinclair shook her head, walking forward to grab Donzig's arm as she leaned in. 'This isn't Scared Straight!'
'Huh.'
'This is a simple Q&A!' Sinclair snapped, and Donzig rolled his eyes. Then he drew back, casting a final glare at the kid before he shrugged. 'Ha! What a jokester right, kids? Who has some questions for us!'
Sinclair stared at the kids, and a few hands shot up as the teacher once again glanced at the glowering Death Squad. 'Um, are they always like that?'
'They are Faceless Minions of Orthodoxy, what did you think they were like?' snapped Donzig, and then Sinclair pointed at a boy towards the front. The kid stood up, and looked at them all before he shrugged.
'My mom doesn't think you're funny.'
'Your mother probably thinks Amy Schumer is funny.' growled the Scourge, and the kid sat back down. Sinclair sighed, a hand lifting to rub the bridge of her nose before she pointed at another kid. This kid stood up, and rubbed his arms nervously as he muttered the question.
'You said on Fireside that you don't like Philly. Why don't you like Philly, Mister Donzig?'
Donzig hissed, and he took a step forward as he answered.
'Because it's not Pittsburgh? Because the Eagles are a sad little team? Because of WaWa's?' The kid seemed astonished at these answers, all the kids gaping as Donzig waved a hand as he continued. 'I think Philadelphia would be happier in New Jersey, at least I would be happier if it was in New Jersey. I mean do you realize how many people have died here? Yellow fever? This entire place is a graveyard!'
The kids seemed to caught in morbid fascination, and the teacher cleared her throat. Donzig glanced at her, sniffing before he jabbed a finger to point at her. 'It's not my fault you don't teach them the history of their city, or that the Birds can't be consistent! Imagine not winning that division every year!'
Another kid leapt up, undaunted as he called out his question. 'There has to be something you like about Philly!'
'Rocky.' Donzig answered at once.
The kids giggled, laughing before the teacher tried to shush them. This drew another withering look from Donzig, and the kid spoke up again. 'Rocky isn't real!'
'Listen, kid, I spent fifteen minutes talking to a robot in catering the other day. So if Rocky isn't real, explain that?'
The kids seemed confused, and one little girl in the back jumped up. She nearly hopped up and down, and waved her arms before asking the real question. 'What did the robot say?'
'Mostly Happy Birthday, Paulie.' Donzig sighed.
Sinclair pointed, and another kid rose with a hand dragged through his tousled hair. 'Um, can you tell the Death Squad apart?'
Donzig snorted, glancing at the pair. 'No one can except Sinclair.'
Mormo and Moloch looked at each other, Sinclair shrugged.
Another girl popped up, smiling shyly before she pushed her glasses up on her nose. 'Do they speak english?'
'No.' said Mormo.
Sinclair and Donzig stared at each other, blinking before they looked back to the smaller of the pair. Moloch shrugged, staring at his comrade before all four of them looked back to the kids who were clearly confused.
One of the other girls rose when Sinclair pointed at her, and she shuffled to her feet before giggling. 'Do you think Sinclair is pretty?'
Donzig blinked, and Sinclair stared at him a brow rising.
'Ahem, well, yes. I suppose she is.' Donzig answered.
Sinclair beamed.
'Don't start, woman.'
Sinclair sighed, and pointed to another kid in an Eagles shirt. The kid rose, looking between them before he rattled off his question. 'Um, my dad says there is no way you can win the Rumble!'
A chorus of 'Oooh's'. Donzig frowned, and then he leaned back against the teacher's desk before he waved a hand.
'Listen, kid. Your dad? He doesn't know shit, he doesn't understand shit. If your old man thinks I don't have it in me to throw everyone in the entire XHF out of the ring to get my hands on the New Money jerk-off who fell through my goddamned roof? He's crazy. Okay, if he thinks I will not dump every single superstar who is in that ring on their heads just to get even with Evan? Wrong. If he thinks I won't win the rumble just to stick a thumb in Caffrey's eye? Wrong! Is he an LD stan? He sounds like an LD stan!'
The teacher blinked, and lifted a hand as she scurried forward. 'Sir, you can't say that word here.'
'Evan? Stan? Caffrey?'
'The vulgar one?'
Donzig lifted a finger to tap his knuckle against his lips, a brow arching. 'Is this Florida?'
Sinclair cleared her throat, wagging a finger. 'No political jokes, remember?'
Donzig rolled his eyes, dropping back onto the desk as he muttered to the kids.
'You kids should be lucky I am here or Sinclair would be boring you about her life in England.' He jerked a thumb at Sinclair.
The Baroness sputtered, eyes flashing with fury as she turned to stare at him. 'No, I wouldn't.'
Donzig made a mocking British accent, smirking. 'Oh, my father was a lord. I grew up in a castle. I have a butler.'
'That isn't even my accent! You sound like Peaky Blinders!' Sinclair snapped, her hands curling into fists at her sides. The kids looked back and forth in surprise, and Donzig sneered.
'Tip tip, guvnor. Cheerio.'
Sinclair stomped her foot, glaring. 'This is why all the British wrestlers hate you!'
'Oh, how distressing. Maybe they can all fix it when they go back to 2016 when they were relevant!'
Sinclair grumbled, and Donzig shrugged before she turned back to the kids. A finger pointed and the kid rose with a glance at the teacher, before he offered a faint smile.
'Ah, my favorite wrestler is Vodka Fizz.' Sinclair blinked, and the Death Squad stiffened as Donzig lifted a hand to smooth his beard.
'Listen, kids, this is important. Don't do drugs, don't be a degenerate like Vodka Fizz.'
The kid sat back down, looking confused as the teacher glanced at her watch.
'You know that is who they told me was coming, but then a Mister Washington called and said he was sending someone else. Something about a punishment?'
Donzig waved a hand, staring at her.
'Who?'
Sinclair sighed, and pointed at another kid waving his hand. The kid rose, and he waved at Donzig before speaking up. 'Aren't you worried about fighting Zepp? He is huge! Like he is really big.'
Donzig grunted.
'Kid, everyone is the same size when I hit them with the Event Horizon. So Zepp can tell us how big he is, and how he is this and that! And him and Apathy can go off and make snacks, and have a cake walk in catering! But at the end of the day? One person is walking out of there with the Spark title, and his name is mother--'
Sinclair and the teacher both cleared their throats, staring with wide eyes. Donzig shrugged at them, falling silent with a sulk.
The teacher clapped her hands, and then walked around the desk. 'Time for our guests to go, everyone thank them for coming!'
Donzig-gun waved at the kids, the Death Squad rather confusedly, Donzig rather annoyedly. And they filed for the door, then one burly kid stood up looking very serious. Eveyerone stared at him, and he pointed a finger at the kid across from him. 'Hey, how many cigarettes do you think I could get for Billy.'
Donzig turned, a smile on his lips as he lifted a hand. The teacher gaped, and Sinclair stomped on his foot before giving him a shove towards the door. 'Don't you dare!'
The kids laughed, and one of the boys waved his hand. 'That isn't how you say it, you have to say it like they do in Japan! Like goon.'
The teacher shrugged, rolling her eyes before she turned back to the door. It opened, and the black clad figures of Donzig-gun stalked inside. Sinclair smiled at the children, absently smoothing her long coat as the Death Squad flanked her. They frowned, and a few of the kids drew back as the pair of brutes took up spots nearby. The teacher looked at them nervously, but Sinclair waved a hand dismissively. And then they all paused, looking at the door.
The kids whispered to themselves, clearly confused. The teacher looked at Sinclair, checking her paper before the Baroness rolled her eyes. She leaned out of the door, and hissed. 'What are you waiting for?'
A pause.
'Pyro? There is no pyro, we're at a school!'
Donzig banged the door open, shaking his masked head as he stalked inside. The teacher flinched away from him, and a few of the kids gave a little cheer. Donzig stared at them, muttering something about being bush league under his breath. Then he yanked off the mask, he passed it to Sinclair before he turned to the kids. He frowned, raking his fingers through his beard before he yelled. 'Yeah! You all wondering how you get here aren't you? Because you messed up, that's how! Out running the streets all day, stealing, making deals, trying to be a bad ass! Yeah, I know your kind! You proud you made your mother cry is that it? Trying to be a bad ass, huh?'
A finger jabbed and one of the kids, blinked in sudden fear as Donzig loomed over him. Then he turned away, stalking to glare at another who was gaping at him.
'Look at you, eyeballing me! You think you're hard, kid? Is that it? Out stealing? Taking candy from the store? Is that it? You're not so hard, I'd trade you to Mormo for some cigarettes--'
The teacher was speechless, the kid blinked away tears. Sinclair shook her head, walking forward to grab Donzig's arm as she leaned in. 'This isn't Scared Straight!'
'Huh.'
'This is a simple Q&A!' Sinclair snapped, and Donzig rolled his eyes. Then he drew back, casting a final glare at the kid before he shrugged. 'Ha! What a jokester right, kids? Who has some questions for us!'
Sinclair stared at the kids, and a few hands shot up as the teacher once again glanced at the glowering Death Squad. 'Um, are they always like that?'
'They are Faceless Minions of Orthodoxy, what did you think they were like?' snapped Donzig, and then Sinclair pointed at a boy towards the front. The kid stood up, and looked at them all before he shrugged.
'My mom doesn't think you're funny.'
'Your mother probably thinks Amy Schumer is funny.' growled the Scourge, and the kid sat back down. Sinclair sighed, a hand lifting to rub the bridge of her nose before she pointed at another kid. This kid stood up, and rubbed his arms nervously as he muttered the question.
'You said on Fireside that you don't like Philly. Why don't you like Philly, Mister Donzig?'
Donzig hissed, and he took a step forward as he answered.
'Because it's not Pittsburgh? Because the Eagles are a sad little team? Because of WaWa's?' The kid seemed astonished at these answers, all the kids gaping as Donzig waved a hand as he continued. 'I think Philadelphia would be happier in New Jersey, at least I would be happier if it was in New Jersey. I mean do you realize how many people have died here? Yellow fever? This entire place is a graveyard!'
The kids seemed to caught in morbid fascination, and the teacher cleared her throat. Donzig glanced at her, sniffing before he jabbed a finger to point at her. 'It's not my fault you don't teach them the history of their city, or that the Birds can't be consistent! Imagine not winning that division every year!'
Another kid leapt up, undaunted as he called out his question. 'There has to be something you like about Philly!'
'Rocky.' Donzig answered at once.
The kids giggled, laughing before the teacher tried to shush them. This drew another withering look from Donzig, and the kid spoke up again. 'Rocky isn't real!'
'Listen, kid, I spent fifteen minutes talking to a robot in catering the other day. So if Rocky isn't real, explain that?'
The kids seemed confused, and one little girl in the back jumped up. She nearly hopped up and down, and waved her arms before asking the real question. 'What did the robot say?'
'Mostly Happy Birthday, Paulie.' Donzig sighed.
Sinclair pointed, and another kid rose with a hand dragged through his tousled hair. 'Um, can you tell the Death Squad apart?'
Donzig snorted, glancing at the pair. 'No one can except Sinclair.'
Mormo and Moloch looked at each other, Sinclair shrugged.
Another girl popped up, smiling shyly before she pushed her glasses up on her nose. 'Do they speak english?'
'No.' said Mormo.
Sinclair and Donzig stared at each other, blinking before they looked back to the smaller of the pair. Moloch shrugged, staring at his comrade before all four of them looked back to the kids who were clearly confused.
One of the other girls rose when Sinclair pointed at her, and she shuffled to her feet before giggling. 'Do you think Sinclair is pretty?'
Donzig blinked, and Sinclair stared at him a brow rising.
'Ahem, well, yes. I suppose she is.' Donzig answered.
Sinclair beamed.
'Don't start, woman.'
Sinclair sighed, and pointed to another kid in an Eagles shirt. The kid rose, looking between them before he rattled off his question. 'Um, my dad says there is no way you can win the Rumble!'
A chorus of 'Oooh's'. Donzig frowned, and then he leaned back against the teacher's desk before he waved a hand.
'Listen, kid. Your dad? He doesn't know shit, he doesn't understand shit. If your old man thinks I don't have it in me to throw everyone in the entire XHF out of the ring to get my hands on the New Money jerk-off who fell through my goddamned roof? He's crazy. Okay, if he thinks I will not dump every single superstar who is in that ring on their heads just to get even with Evan? Wrong. If he thinks I won't win the rumble just to stick a thumb in Caffrey's eye? Wrong! Is he an LD stan? He sounds like an LD stan!'
The teacher blinked, and lifted a hand as she scurried forward. 'Sir, you can't say that word here.'
'Evan? Stan? Caffrey?'
'The vulgar one?'
Donzig lifted a finger to tap his knuckle against his lips, a brow arching. 'Is this Florida?'
Sinclair cleared her throat, wagging a finger. 'No political jokes, remember?'
Donzig rolled his eyes, dropping back onto the desk as he muttered to the kids.
'You kids should be lucky I am here or Sinclair would be boring you about her life in England.' He jerked a thumb at Sinclair.
The Baroness sputtered, eyes flashing with fury as she turned to stare at him. 'No, I wouldn't.'
Donzig made a mocking British accent, smirking. 'Oh, my father was a lord. I grew up in a castle. I have a butler.'
'That isn't even my accent! You sound like Peaky Blinders!' Sinclair snapped, her hands curling into fists at her sides. The kids looked back and forth in surprise, and Donzig sneered.
'Tip tip, guvnor. Cheerio.'
Sinclair stomped her foot, glaring. 'This is why all the British wrestlers hate you!'
'Oh, how distressing. Maybe they can all fix it when they go back to 2016 when they were relevant!'
Sinclair grumbled, and Donzig shrugged before she turned back to the kids. A finger pointed and the kid rose with a glance at the teacher, before he offered a faint smile.
'Ah, my favorite wrestler is Vodka Fizz.' Sinclair blinked, and the Death Squad stiffened as Donzig lifted a hand to smooth his beard.
'Listen, kids, this is important. Don't do drugs, don't be a degenerate like Vodka Fizz.'
The kid sat back down, looking confused as the teacher glanced at her watch.
'You know that is who they told me was coming, but then a Mister Washington called and said he was sending someone else. Something about a punishment?'
Donzig waved a hand, staring at her.
'Who?'
Sinclair sighed, and pointed at another kid waving his hand. The kid rose, and he waved at Donzig before speaking up. 'Aren't you worried about fighting Zepp? He is huge! Like he is really big.'
Donzig grunted.
'Kid, everyone is the same size when I hit them with the Event Horizon. So Zepp can tell us how big he is, and how he is this and that! And him and Apathy can go off and make snacks, and have a cake walk in catering! But at the end of the day? One person is walking out of there with the Spark title, and his name is mother--'
Sinclair and the teacher both cleared their throats, staring with wide eyes. Donzig shrugged at them, falling silent with a sulk.
The teacher clapped her hands, and then walked around the desk. 'Time for our guests to go, everyone thank them for coming!'
Donzig-gun waved at the kids, the Death Squad rather confusedly, Donzig rather annoyedly. And they filed for the door, then one burly kid stood up looking very serious. Eveyerone stared at him, and he pointed a finger at the kid across from him. 'Hey, how many cigarettes do you think I could get for Billy.'
Donzig turned, a smile on his lips as he lifted a hand. The teacher gaped, and Sinclair stomped on his foot before giving him a shove towards the door. 'Don't you dare!'