The End is The Beginning is The End (TTA SF)
Oct 12, 2023 15:01:10 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Oct 12, 2023 15:01:10 GMT -5
As he sits on a bench outside the hospital, if one was so inclined as to listen in, one side of a phone conversation involving Jack Gaines can be heard.
Yeah, I saw the match, Hans. That was a good win. You and Trips showed some really good chemistry for a first time team.
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The End? I can’t give you too much insight seeing as how I’ve never wrestled them. They’re clearly pretty dangerous though. Fargo hurts people for fun and Mehrunes is a true believer in some pretty dark shit.
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Sure, I think you can beat them. Just don’t expect it to be easy. These guys are very good at what they do.
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No, I haven’t heard from your Uncle Brendan. Honestly I’m surprised; I figured he was going to fly over from Japan just to bitch me out in person for encouraging you to enter the tournament. As it is, he hasn’t so much as called me.
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I mean, I haven’t tried calling Dilbert or Bob so I wouldn’t know anything about them being out of contact. There’s not been any change in your dad’s condition so I hadn’t thought to try and get in touch with them.
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I agree, if you can’t reach them it’s not a good sign. I’ll see about getting hold of Brendan and get him to look into it. You just focus on the semi-final.
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You too. Bye.
He ends the call, then scowls down at the phone. He opens the contact list and taps the option for ‘Brendan’. It dials for a few moments, then flashes up a message saying ‘CALL DECLINED’.
Well that’s a bad sign…
What am I to you, Mehrunes? Am I the epitome of all that you worship? Am I a sign from your eldritch god that your heralded apocalypse is nigh? Or am I walking blasphemy? An affront to your faith?
H.R. Car-Wolf paces back and forth restlessly, as though the steps will settle the matter for him.
Not that it really matters what you think I am. No, all that matters is what my partner and I, what Tooth and Claw will be to you and Scott Fargo this weekend: too much for you to handle. Your win over The Sanctuary was impressive, yes, but so was our win over Motor City Mafia. Fargo, you lust for violence, but we will bring you violence beyond anything you’ve ever experienced. Mehrunes, you seek to wield the madness of the otherworldly, but we are beings born of forces beyond your mortal ken. You insist that you are The End, but all you will be part of The Beginning of the greatest tag team in XHF history!
As if drawn into shot by that lofty claim, the hulking ursine form of Triple B enters stage right and slaps H.R. on the shoulder with a force that would tear a normal man’s arm clean off. His ~RAWR!!!~ to Sir Patrick Stewart auto-translator disc chimes in.
Mr Smith, I am going to tear your squid face off and eat it as though I were Choi Min-sik in the acclaimed movie Oldboy. Yours and Mr Fargo’s efforts to resist us will be futile and wasted, much like the talented cast of the 2013 Spike Lee remake of Oldboy.
Brendan looked down at his ringing phone, the screen telling him it was Jack Gaines calling. He sighed and declined the call before switching the phone off and shoving it in his pocket. He looked up to see Dr Dilbert East, Bob The (Formerly) Immortal, Feral, and Jackalope all looking at him.
Okay, so I forgot to turn my phone off before we came here. Sue me.
Anyone we should know about?
Brendan shook his head.
It was Jack. I’ll explain everything to him later…
He turned and looked the structure that stood before them, calcified and gleaming eerily in the twilight. This was where it had all led: the gem and the Illuminati and SEIRIOS and Submaxiswear and Peter, or Fox, or whoever he even was now. It all culminated inside this abominable structure. Inside the Bone Church.
…assuming there is a ‘later’, anyway.
Jack muttered to himself as he walked back through the hospital corridors. Was Brendan giving him the silent treatment? Seemed unlikely; that wasn’t his style. Which meant that something was up. Hopefully it wasn’t something too bad.
Jack got to Armbishi’s room and saw that the bed was empty.
Yep, it was something quite bad.
Yeah, I saw the match, Hans. That was a good win. You and Trips showed some really good chemistry for a first time team.
…
The End? I can’t give you too much insight seeing as how I’ve never wrestled them. They’re clearly pretty dangerous though. Fargo hurts people for fun and Mehrunes is a true believer in some pretty dark shit.
…
Sure, I think you can beat them. Just don’t expect it to be easy. These guys are very good at what they do.
…
No, I haven’t heard from your Uncle Brendan. Honestly I’m surprised; I figured he was going to fly over from Japan just to bitch me out in person for encouraging you to enter the tournament. As it is, he hasn’t so much as called me.
…
I mean, I haven’t tried calling Dilbert or Bob so I wouldn’t know anything about them being out of contact. There’s not been any change in your dad’s condition so I hadn’t thought to try and get in touch with them.
…
I agree, if you can’t reach them it’s not a good sign. I’ll see about getting hold of Brendan and get him to look into it. You just focus on the semi-final.
…
You too. Bye.
He ends the call, then scowls down at the phone. He opens the contact list and taps the option for ‘Brendan’. It dials for a few moments, then flashes up a message saying ‘CALL DECLINED’.
Well that’s a bad sign…
What am I to you, Mehrunes? Am I the epitome of all that you worship? Am I a sign from your eldritch god that your heralded apocalypse is nigh? Or am I walking blasphemy? An affront to your faith?
H.R. Car-Wolf paces back and forth restlessly, as though the steps will settle the matter for him.
Not that it really matters what you think I am. No, all that matters is what my partner and I, what Tooth and Claw will be to you and Scott Fargo this weekend: too much for you to handle. Your win over The Sanctuary was impressive, yes, but so was our win over Motor City Mafia. Fargo, you lust for violence, but we will bring you violence beyond anything you’ve ever experienced. Mehrunes, you seek to wield the madness of the otherworldly, but we are beings born of forces beyond your mortal ken. You insist that you are The End, but all you will be part of The Beginning of the greatest tag team in XHF history!
As if drawn into shot by that lofty claim, the hulking ursine form of Triple B enters stage right and slaps H.R. on the shoulder with a force that would tear a normal man’s arm clean off. His ~RAWR!!!~ to Sir Patrick Stewart auto-translator disc chimes in.
Mr Smith, I am going to tear your squid face off and eat it as though I were Choi Min-sik in the acclaimed movie Oldboy. Yours and Mr Fargo’s efforts to resist us will be futile and wasted, much like the talented cast of the 2013 Spike Lee remake of Oldboy.
Brendan looked down at his ringing phone, the screen telling him it was Jack Gaines calling. He sighed and declined the call before switching the phone off and shoving it in his pocket. He looked up to see Dr Dilbert East, Bob The (Formerly) Immortal, Feral, and Jackalope all looking at him.
Okay, so I forgot to turn my phone off before we came here. Sue me.
Anyone we should know about?
Brendan shook his head.
It was Jack. I’ll explain everything to him later…
He turned and looked the structure that stood before them, calcified and gleaming eerily in the twilight. This was where it had all led: the gem and the Illuminati and SEIRIOS and Submaxiswear and Peter, or Fox, or whoever he even was now. It all culminated inside this abominable structure. Inside the Bone Church.
…assuming there is a ‘later’, anyway.
Jack muttered to himself as he walked back through the hospital corridors. Was Brendan giving him the silent treatment? Seemed unlikely; that wasn’t his style. Which meant that something was up. Hopefully it wasn’t something too bad.
Jack got to Armbishi’s room and saw that the bed was empty.
Yep, it was something quite bad.