Hope Everyone Has Fun :) | Cage Hostile Intent #2
May 26, 2022 17:59:15 GMT -5
Spike Kane, Bugz?, and 2 more like this
Post by Drag on May 26, 2022 17:59:15 GMT -5
“IF IT AIN’T WHININ’, IT’S SELF-MUTILATION! IF IT AIN’T COMPLAININ’, IT’S FEAR OF BEIN’ HURT!”
A shotgun to the senses. Cage stands outside his trailer, light fading as the sun sets on the park. Video quality, clearly his own.
“I wanna APOLOGISE to the competitors in the Seventh Circle of Who-Fucking-Cares match. ‘Cause I feel like shit’s gone off rails. We’re all in this sport for FUN, right?”
Nowhere in Cage’s expression is “fun” evident.
“BUT IT WOULD SEEM NOBODY COMPETING FOR THE WORLD FUCKIN’ CHAMPIONSHIP AT HOSTILE FUCKIN’ INTENT, GOT THAT MEMO!”
He looks incredulous.
“Spike, cryin’ an’ cussin’ out someone else for havin’ their name mentioned more than him. Fox and Seth, arguin’ like Hostile Intent’s a daytime talk show. Sparks, shittin’ herself but resolvin’ to lay it alllll on the line. Theo… Cuttin’ himself up to make a metaphorical statement.”
This last one makes Cage chuckle, no stranger to overly dramatic action himself.
“It was memorable! I GIVE ‘im that. Issue is, practically speakin’, it’s just another thing for opportunistic cunts like myself to go after. Ya can talk about quittin', I respect that. But you’ll have to respect that I got no problem rippin’ the stitches outta your throat and lettin’ you choke on your own blood. For all the bluster of bein’ a calculatin’ psychopath, givin’ yourself an extra weakness goin’ into this match ain’t very smart. Ballsy and I admire it. But dumb as shit none the less.”
“Wanna leave me as I left Laz Arjen? Broken and forgotten? I HOPE you try. I hope that, ‘cause it’d be keepin’ in-character for Thespian to try syphon whatever makes someone else memorable so ya can awkwardly apply it to yourself. But, I also want ya to try an’ follow through on your threats, ‘cause I won’t treat you like I did Laz.”
“If Thes tries his poor man’s Nathan Fuckin’ Cage schtick against the real thing? Well, nobody’d dare forget him like they did Laz.”
Swaying, enjoyment on his face despite the venom lacing every word.
“Fox. Seth. Nothin’ like a FRIEND, right? Two guys as talented as they are muddled. Which is helluva compliment or insult, dependin’ on how ya look at it. I HOPED they could put aside their problems and get ‘emselves in the game. I hoped that, cause I’m gonna feel bad for what I’ll do. Don’t get it twisted, as two smug, overrated FUCKS; who’ve been given nothin’ but praise since they signed here, both of ‘em are on my list. But, Fox is my partner in Call To Arms. So, for the purposes of team harmony, I’m treatin’ Fox as a friend. A. REAL. Friend.”
“Which means, Seth. I’m gonna have to fuck you up a lil more than I might’ve any other time. Outta concern for how you’ve treated my pal. But that also means, Fox. I gotta go hard on you too, bud. ‘Cause I can’t have anyone in the chamber think I’m playin’ favourites.”
“I HOPE they reconcile. Or don’t. I hope that, ‘cause it means next time, I won’t have to feel bad.”
His mood darkens with a sigh.
“Sparks. Nice to see ya. Happy to hear you’re gonna be fightin’ hard. It implies ya weren’t givin’ your all the last few failed attempts at winnin’ the title. But if you’re actually bein’ real?”
“Well, I’m excited! So, I HOPE you’re tellin’ the truth. I hope that, ‘cause it means I finally get to see your best. All the shit I’ve given ya about bein’ fake, shit that clearly eats ya enough to remember it still? It’s all on account of the fact that you, by your own admission, haven’t been givin’ me everythin’ you're capable of! I don’t care about you lyin’ or bein’ truthful because I don’t care about YOU. I give a shit about Keahi Sparks insofar as how much of a challenge I get from fightin’ her.”
“So, in this case? I HOPE you’re tellin’ the truth. I hope that, ‘cause this time I’m not just gonna beat and humiliate you again. I’m gonna make sure you‘re no longer able to challenge for this belt.”
Smirk forming, best saved for last.
“I almost. Forgot. About. You.”
“I’m disappointed, so listen closely, Spike. Seein’ your name in this thing got me excited. Hell, ya could call Nathan Cage a lil Spike Kane fanboy! Not cause’ve your legacy or your accolades. Don’t give a shit about that. You, came into this company lookin’ to rip apart anybody who seemed like a challenge. So a fight between me an’ you was inevitable. But, then ya started talkin’. I started wonderin’. Everythin’ comin’ outta your mouth was shit I’d heard before. From motherfuckers I’d put down.”
“”My accomplishments, respect me.” Et cetra.. The only thing keepin’ me holdin’ on to HOPE?... Was that you still had the aggression and the fuckin’ PASSION backin’ you up.”
“Still, a hissy fit? ‘Cause people are talkin’ about some dickhead? I don’t wanna tell ya how to do your job, But if you’re fuckin’ angry? GOOD! Feel slighted? GOOD! If there’s a lesson your old undead ass ain’t seemed to learn yet, it’s that respect ain’t given no matter how many times you’ve lost a belt. But sayin’ all that now… Maybe I’m not disappointed.”
Chuckling, shaking his head.
“Nah…. Spike, I HOPE you come into the Circle with all that shit in your head. I hope that, cause I get to be the one to teach you. In a way only you or I could understand.”
Cage dips off-camera and returns back with the title.
“Savour it.”
“I HOPE you do. ‘Cause win or lose? Each of you mother. FUCKERS. Will always remember the night you stepped against Nathan Fuckin’ Cage. When your body aches, when your joints click. When your careers end.”
He drops the belt. Tarnished gold clattering to the ground.
“And I hope ya have fun. ‘Cause otherwise, what’s the point?”
A shotgun to the senses. Cage stands outside his trailer, light fading as the sun sets on the park. Video quality, clearly his own.
“I wanna APOLOGISE to the competitors in the Seventh Circle of Who-Fucking-Cares match. ‘Cause I feel like shit’s gone off rails. We’re all in this sport for FUN, right?”
Nowhere in Cage’s expression is “fun” evident.
“BUT IT WOULD SEEM NOBODY COMPETING FOR THE WORLD FUCKIN’ CHAMPIONSHIP AT HOSTILE FUCKIN’ INTENT, GOT THAT MEMO!”
He looks incredulous.
“Spike, cryin’ an’ cussin’ out someone else for havin’ their name mentioned more than him. Fox and Seth, arguin’ like Hostile Intent’s a daytime talk show. Sparks, shittin’ herself but resolvin’ to lay it alllll on the line. Theo… Cuttin’ himself up to make a metaphorical statement.”
This last one makes Cage chuckle, no stranger to overly dramatic action himself.
“It was memorable! I GIVE ‘im that. Issue is, practically speakin’, it’s just another thing for opportunistic cunts like myself to go after. Ya can talk about quittin', I respect that. But you’ll have to respect that I got no problem rippin’ the stitches outta your throat and lettin’ you choke on your own blood. For all the bluster of bein’ a calculatin’ psychopath, givin’ yourself an extra weakness goin’ into this match ain’t very smart. Ballsy and I admire it. But dumb as shit none the less.”
“Wanna leave me as I left Laz Arjen? Broken and forgotten? I HOPE you try. I hope that, ‘cause it’d be keepin’ in-character for Thespian to try syphon whatever makes someone else memorable so ya can awkwardly apply it to yourself. But, I also want ya to try an’ follow through on your threats, ‘cause I won’t treat you like I did Laz.”
“If Thes tries his poor man’s Nathan Fuckin’ Cage schtick against the real thing? Well, nobody’d dare forget him like they did Laz.”
Swaying, enjoyment on his face despite the venom lacing every word.
“Fox. Seth. Nothin’ like a FRIEND, right? Two guys as talented as they are muddled. Which is helluva compliment or insult, dependin’ on how ya look at it. I HOPED they could put aside their problems and get ‘emselves in the game. I hoped that, cause I’m gonna feel bad for what I’ll do. Don’t get it twisted, as two smug, overrated FUCKS; who’ve been given nothin’ but praise since they signed here, both of ‘em are on my list. But, Fox is my partner in Call To Arms. So, for the purposes of team harmony, I’m treatin’ Fox as a friend. A. REAL. Friend.”
“Which means, Seth. I’m gonna have to fuck you up a lil more than I might’ve any other time. Outta concern for how you’ve treated my pal. But that also means, Fox. I gotta go hard on you too, bud. ‘Cause I can’t have anyone in the chamber think I’m playin’ favourites.”
“I HOPE they reconcile. Or don’t. I hope that, ‘cause it means next time, I won’t have to feel bad.”
His mood darkens with a sigh.
“Sparks. Nice to see ya. Happy to hear you’re gonna be fightin’ hard. It implies ya weren’t givin’ your all the last few failed attempts at winnin’ the title. But if you’re actually bein’ real?”
“Well, I’m excited! So, I HOPE you’re tellin’ the truth. I hope that, ‘cause it means I finally get to see your best. All the shit I’ve given ya about bein’ fake, shit that clearly eats ya enough to remember it still? It’s all on account of the fact that you, by your own admission, haven’t been givin’ me everythin’ you're capable of! I don’t care about you lyin’ or bein’ truthful because I don’t care about YOU. I give a shit about Keahi Sparks insofar as how much of a challenge I get from fightin’ her.”
“So, in this case? I HOPE you’re tellin’ the truth. I hope that, ‘cause this time I’m not just gonna beat and humiliate you again. I’m gonna make sure you‘re no longer able to challenge for this belt.”
Smirk forming, best saved for last.
“I almost. Forgot. About. You.”
“I’m disappointed, so listen closely, Spike. Seein’ your name in this thing got me excited. Hell, ya could call Nathan Cage a lil Spike Kane fanboy! Not cause’ve your legacy or your accolades. Don’t give a shit about that. You, came into this company lookin’ to rip apart anybody who seemed like a challenge. So a fight between me an’ you was inevitable. But, then ya started talkin’. I started wonderin’. Everythin’ comin’ outta your mouth was shit I’d heard before. From motherfuckers I’d put down.”
“”My accomplishments, respect me.” Et cetra.. The only thing keepin’ me holdin’ on to HOPE?... Was that you still had the aggression and the fuckin’ PASSION backin’ you up.”
“Still, a hissy fit? ‘Cause people are talkin’ about some dickhead? I don’t wanna tell ya how to do your job, But if you’re fuckin’ angry? GOOD! Feel slighted? GOOD! If there’s a lesson your old undead ass ain’t seemed to learn yet, it’s that respect ain’t given no matter how many times you’ve lost a belt. But sayin’ all that now… Maybe I’m not disappointed.”
Chuckling, shaking his head.
“Nah…. Spike, I HOPE you come into the Circle with all that shit in your head. I hope that, cause I get to be the one to teach you. In a way only you or I could understand.”
Cage dips off-camera and returns back with the title.
“Savour it.”
“I HOPE you do. ‘Cause win or lose? Each of you mother. FUCKERS. Will always remember the night you stepped against Nathan Fuckin’ Cage. When your body aches, when your joints click. When your careers end.”
He drops the belt. Tarnished gold clattering to the ground.
“And I hope ya have fun. ‘Cause otherwise, what’s the point?”
