Post by HardcoreCityShinjuku on Oct 3, 2023 22:05:28 GMT -5
‘Why are we here again?’
Said Ace Albany as he smoothed his beard, looking around before he grabbed a muffin from the table. The rest of Hardcore City Shinjuku sat around the table, tea in hand as they looked around the small restaurant area of the hotel. The group got a few odd looks to say the least from the British public.
Captain Anarchy rolled his eyes, and he sniffed.
‘I can’t even stand being here! Bloody imperialists! They will be stealing our languages next! Like they did in Scotland, like they did in Ireland, like they did in Wales! Not to mention all the other things they stole!’
Albany rolled his eyes, and Shinkurain Kōtaishi leaned forward to say something as he tapped the table with a gloved finger.
‘What?’
‘He said you’re speaking english already.’
Saito remarked as he sipped at the tea, frowning as he shook his head. Then he sat the cup down, and he dug inside of his leather jacket before he pulled out a folded up piece of paper. He tossed it onto the table, and shrugged.
‘Donzig got us a spot in the Battle of Britain.’
A collective blink, and Ace Albany lowered his muffin with wide eyes.
‘For all of us?’
‘Why does everyone just give Donzig whatever he asks for?’ asked Anarchy.
Saito blinked at him, and then snorted.
‘Because if you tell him no you don’t know how he will take it? Because if he doesn’t get what he wants he might get offended and stay? And no, one spot.’
‘For who?’
Saito sighed, and he lifted his tea again.
‘Well, if he told us that it wouldn’t be very Donzig. He’s been rather distracted of late. But this is not going to be easy! Spike Kane doesn’t like us! SKY Force has some little henchmen–’
Ace Albany clapped his hands together, leering as he rubbed his hands together.
‘Oh, yeah! Leave them to me, bo–’
Shinkurain Kōtaishi jabbed an elbow into his ribs, and jabbed a stubby finger. Ace looked admonished as the alien prince rattled off something at him in what sounded like Spanish, but what was really a cosmic language. Anarchy nodded in agreement, and poured more tea.
‘Man, that was a disgusting display of patriarchy!’
‘--And you know I don’t think the ODS or Sinclair is going to be jumping for joy to see us.’
That made them all pause, and Ace dropped his muffin. Captain Anarchy frowned, and he tugged at his mask before he snorted angrily.
‘I bet she’s a Tori.’
Saito rolled his eyes.
‘Is anyone going to be happy to see us?’
‘Florida Man.’
Everyone stared at the folded up contract, seeming to think. And then Shinkurain Kōtaishi grabbed the contract, opening it open before he scrawled his name on the line. Everyone stared, and he tossed it back to Saito. He slapped his hand down on the table, and spoke quickly as the rest nodded.
‘You’re the Third Prince of Zulustran, and you’re not scared of anyone? Not kickboxers from Thailand, oversized leprechauns from Hell, Kasper and her dwarves, or even Albanians? Especially not Albanians?’
The small masked man nodded, and he rose on his chair as he swirled his cape around him as he continued. Saito blinked, and tilted his head before Ace spoke up.
‘You might be the smallest man in this match, but you have the most fight? You will defeat the High Rollers, the Low Rollers, and the Holy Rollers? And no matter who wins whether it is that college guy, the super face, or even the weird wiccan guy you will take their title? And if that poser Dominicus tries to get in your way you will pimp slap him with his own gauntlet?’
Shinkurain Kōtaishi nodded rapidly, and he pointed around the room.
Saito stared at him, and cocked his head.
‘The only man in Britain you fear is the Doctor? What does that even mean?’
Shinkurain Kōtaishi leapt down from the table, and he grabbed his cape before he swept for the door without another word. The serving staff and patrons scattered from before him, and the Hardcore City Shinjuku watched him go. And Ace shook his head, sighing.
‘I wish Viper was here, making everyone watch his promos would have been great.’
Said Ace Albany as he smoothed his beard, looking around before he grabbed a muffin from the table. The rest of Hardcore City Shinjuku sat around the table, tea in hand as they looked around the small restaurant area of the hotel. The group got a few odd looks to say the least from the British public.
Captain Anarchy rolled his eyes, and he sniffed.
‘I can’t even stand being here! Bloody imperialists! They will be stealing our languages next! Like they did in Scotland, like they did in Ireland, like they did in Wales! Not to mention all the other things they stole!’
Albany rolled his eyes, and Shinkurain Kōtaishi leaned forward to say something as he tapped the table with a gloved finger.
‘What?’
‘He said you’re speaking english already.’
Saito remarked as he sipped at the tea, frowning as he shook his head. Then he sat the cup down, and he dug inside of his leather jacket before he pulled out a folded up piece of paper. He tossed it onto the table, and shrugged.
‘Donzig got us a spot in the Battle of Britain.’
A collective blink, and Ace Albany lowered his muffin with wide eyes.
‘For all of us?’
‘Why does everyone just give Donzig whatever he asks for?’ asked Anarchy.
Saito blinked at him, and then snorted.
‘Because if you tell him no you don’t know how he will take it? Because if he doesn’t get what he wants he might get offended and stay? And no, one spot.’
‘For who?’
Saito sighed, and he lifted his tea again.
‘Well, if he told us that it wouldn’t be very Donzig. He’s been rather distracted of late. But this is not going to be easy! Spike Kane doesn’t like us! SKY Force has some little henchmen–’
Ace Albany clapped his hands together, leering as he rubbed his hands together.
‘Oh, yeah! Leave them to me, bo–’
Shinkurain Kōtaishi jabbed an elbow into his ribs, and jabbed a stubby finger. Ace looked admonished as the alien prince rattled off something at him in what sounded like Spanish, but what was really a cosmic language. Anarchy nodded in agreement, and poured more tea.
‘Man, that was a disgusting display of patriarchy!’
‘--And you know I don’t think the ODS or Sinclair is going to be jumping for joy to see us.’
That made them all pause, and Ace dropped his muffin. Captain Anarchy frowned, and he tugged at his mask before he snorted angrily.
‘I bet she’s a Tori.’
Saito rolled his eyes.
‘Is anyone going to be happy to see us?’
‘Florida Man.’
Everyone stared at the folded up contract, seeming to think. And then Shinkurain Kōtaishi grabbed the contract, opening it open before he scrawled his name on the line. Everyone stared, and he tossed it back to Saito. He slapped his hand down on the table, and spoke quickly as the rest nodded.
‘You’re the Third Prince of Zulustran, and you’re not scared of anyone? Not kickboxers from Thailand, oversized leprechauns from Hell, Kasper and her dwarves, or even Albanians? Especially not Albanians?’
The small masked man nodded, and he rose on his chair as he swirled his cape around him as he continued. Saito blinked, and tilted his head before Ace spoke up.
‘You might be the smallest man in this match, but you have the most fight? You will defeat the High Rollers, the Low Rollers, and the Holy Rollers? And no matter who wins whether it is that college guy, the super face, or even the weird wiccan guy you will take their title? And if that poser Dominicus tries to get in your way you will pimp slap him with his own gauntlet?’
Shinkurain Kōtaishi nodded rapidly, and he pointed around the room.
Saito stared at him, and cocked his head.
‘The only man in Britain you fear is the Doctor? What does that even mean?’
Shinkurain Kōtaishi leapt down from the table, and he grabbed his cape before he swept for the door without another word. The serving staff and patrons scattered from before him, and the Hardcore City Shinjuku watched him go. And Ace shook his head, sighing.
‘I wish Viper was here, making everyone watch his promos would have been great.’