Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2019 1:07:32 GMT -8
When last we left the Knight and the Rogue, they were preparing for a full out assault upon The Dark. Now? Now they stand atop the kingdom. The two of them stood upon the balcony of a large castle, staring off into the distance, even past the village below them. Snatching away the kingdom from The Dark had proven not to be without consequence. Attacks were coming in from every side at a blindingly fast rate. Each one staved off as it seemed as if the Knight and the Rogue were born for this.
Not all of the attacks came out of the blue, however. The Dark wanted what was taken from them. The coming battle was not limited to just them. Another force was involved, The Holy Ones. Upon their first meeting, The Knight couldn’t help but to chuckle internally as he saw the two of them, draped in the finest white silks, their attitudes, the way they talked, the way they presented themselves all combined to produce a majestic holiness. But anyone with eyes could see the horns protruding from their heads, their pointed tails swishing idly behind them.
This new force, they were just as dark as The Dark, they were just not as open and honest about it, this the Knight and the Rogue, or anyone else with a clear vision, knew to be fact. The following days were spent with preparations, the two knowing full well that this would not be an easy battle. Ever since overtaking the kingdom, the Knight had upgraded in his armor, the golden shine of it intensified as the sun touched it. While the Rogue..hadn’t changed his look in the slightest. The same tattered garments hung, loosely, from his body as it always had.
Moments of respite were few and far between, especially when a battle loomed in the distance. Today was no different. Just as soon as the Knight and the Rogue had begun to enjoy the peaceful gaze across the land they won, dark clouds began to roll in, casting shadows across the village. It was time to fight. Turning around, the two disappeared into the castle. Moments later, they arrived upon the outskirts of their village. The Wicked Sorceress had returned to take back, what she felt was, what’s hers. As was the case in their previous two encounters, she had a new face with her.
After a brief explanation, it was revealed that this new one was the tyrant who had previously ruled beside her. A man of great evils. Torture. Public beheadings. You name it, he’s inflicted it upon some poor, unfortunate soul. One reason of many not to let the kingdom fall back into their hands. But before the battle could begin, The Holy Ones made their presence known. Distance was quickly built between the three tandems. And just like that, the battle began.
Not all of the attacks came out of the blue, however. The Dark wanted what was taken from them. The coming battle was not limited to just them. Another force was involved, The Holy Ones. Upon their first meeting, The Knight couldn’t help but to chuckle internally as he saw the two of them, draped in the finest white silks, their attitudes, the way they talked, the way they presented themselves all combined to produce a majestic holiness. But anyone with eyes could see the horns protruding from their heads, their pointed tails swishing idly behind them.
This new force, they were just as dark as The Dark, they were just not as open and honest about it, this the Knight and the Rogue, or anyone else with a clear vision, knew to be fact. The following days were spent with preparations, the two knowing full well that this would not be an easy battle. Ever since overtaking the kingdom, the Knight had upgraded in his armor, the golden shine of it intensified as the sun touched it. While the Rogue..hadn’t changed his look in the slightest. The same tattered garments hung, loosely, from his body as it always had.
Moments of respite were few and far between, especially when a battle loomed in the distance. Today was no different. Just as soon as the Knight and the Rogue had begun to enjoy the peaceful gaze across the land they won, dark clouds began to roll in, casting shadows across the village. It was time to fight. Turning around, the two disappeared into the castle. Moments later, they arrived upon the outskirts of their village. The Wicked Sorceress had returned to take back, what she felt was, what’s hers. As was the case in their previous two encounters, she had a new face with her.
After a brief explanation, it was revealed that this new one was the tyrant who had previously ruled beside her. A man of great evils. Torture. Public beheadings. You name it, he’s inflicted it upon some poor, unfortunate soul. One reason of many not to let the kingdom fall back into their hands. But before the battle could begin, The Holy Ones made their presence known. Distance was quickly built between the three tandems. And just like that, the battle began.
The scene faded into view, taking place in the corner of a local club. A half circle shaped couch was where the CW Republic Champions ‘The Toku Titan’ Geki Nitoh and ‘YOUR Favorite Drug’ Xavier Laroux, The Toku Addiction, sat, having one hell of a time as it seemed. Xavier sat with his boot covered feet kicked up onto the medium height square table in front of it. Between the black cloth covered thighs rested a half drank bottle of an unknown alcohol. His hand gripping the neck of the bottle, Laroux brought it up, taking a long drink from it before returning it to its resting place.
Geki couldn’t stifle the laugh that followed from seeing Xavier’s action. Having had a few himself, Nitoh was feeling looser than he usually would be. The top few buttons of his black designer shirt was undone while his lower half covered in a pair of khaki colored slacks. He watched as Xavier picked that bottle up, only this time offering it. Slight hesitation was shown Geki before taking the bottle with a shrug, taking a quick swig and passing it back.
’You better not be actin too crazy with this shit. Don’t need Rox jumpin in my ass for bein a bad influence on you.’
Laroux shook his head at the thought, Geki laughing aloud at the mental image he received from his partner’s words.
’Y’know what I’ve noticed, Geki?’
A slight tilt of the head would be given by Geki, his eyes locked onto Xavier as he awaited the answer.
’Brit and Kendrick are, honest to fuckin god, the biggest goddamn cry babies I have ever seen in my life. Wahh, they put me in a Handicap Match. Wahh, they’re being handed everything. Wahh, Eddo kidnapped me. Wahh, I’m too much of a bitch to protect my own olelady. It’s like we’re dealin with a couple spoiled ass, shit all over themselves babies, Geki. I mean, they’re out here callin’emselves Holier Than Thou. Holier than who? Hitler? S’bout fuckin it, to be entirely honest.’
‘I mean, you got Brit takin shots at you, left and right, cause you got involved in my match with her. But hey, it’s okay when she got involved in our match with Mr. Anders himself. Ole bitch ass, can’t do shit without Brit holdin his fuckin hand for’em. Lemme win a match by count out and hold onto that shit like it’s a fuckin Olympic Gold Medal. I ain’t ever met a more bitchmade fuckin guy than Kendrick Kross, lemme tell ya. Wonder if Brit carries enough tampons for her and him both. Think there’s enough room in her purse? I mean, his balls been in there for a whileeee.’
’Yeah, but they don’t take up much room.’
Laroux’s eyes shot open as he damn near leapt out of his seat, almost spilling his bottle but catching it before that happened, before pointing down to Geki.
’YES! FUCK YES! THAT RIGHT THERE IS WHAT I WANNA HEAR!’
Sloppily, Laroux brought that bottle up to his lips, taking a long drink from it before plopping down into his seat. Setting the bottle down onto the table, he threw his feet back up onto it, getting comfortable in his seat.
’They wanna act like we didn’t breath new fuckin life into the Republic Division. Ever since we stepped through those fuckin doors, all eyes have been on us. Not just cause we’re louder than everyone else but cause we fuckin back it up. Every bit of shit either one of us have talked? We backed it up. We’ve beaten every fuckin team they’ve thrown in front of us. Hell, I gotta win over the Hollywood Heritage Champion in my first singles match in CW. And I only say it like that cause y’know you’re takin that Cup, you’re takin that belt, and then we’re really gonna run shit in CW.
And even beyond just wins and losses? I got the shit beat outta me with a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat. And I still came out for my match. A match that Kendrick hadda be saved from, I might add.’
’She was evening the odds!’
’That’s just it. There wasn’t really anythin to even up. With how I felt out there, it was like Geki and a midget with a limp versus Kendrick. Is that somethin Kendrick really needed help with? Y’know, I actually wouldn’t be surprised if she thought so. Nobody really thinks much of Kendrick, in all honesty, would make sense for his olelady to feel the exact same way. Specially when there’s sooo much better out here she could be fuckin with.’
Slowly, Laroux turned his head to look at the camera, a smirk growing on his face. His free hand reached down as he grabbed his crotch rather suggestively before raising his head slightly, shooting a wink only to mouth the words ‘call me.’ Again, Geki couldn’t resist laughing aloud, the drinks amplifying the hilarity of the outlandish personally his partner possessed.
’The Dark. Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten.’
Laroux let his head fall back, groaning out rather dramatically. He brought his head back upright, a very noticeable rolling of his eyes to follow.
’How many fuckin times do we gotta go in there against Eddo’s Olelady? Is there really no other contenders? I know we sent Atari packin, but come the fuck on guys. This’ll be three times now. Each time, she’s hadda different partner. Y’know, they say if you have multiple partners like that, you should get checked out at the free clinic every now and again. But that’s neither here nor there. Eddo’s Olelady got one up on us when we were at less than a hundred percent. I’ll give her that. But what happened when we were at a hundred? We. Took. The. Fuckin. Gold. What’s that tell you?’
‘We’re better than any combination of Hot Topic models they throw at us. Dona and Nox. Dona and Jimmy. Dona and Eddo. Dona and that fat fuck goth from Butterfly Effect. It doesn’t make a difference which two y’all put together. The result will stay the same. At a hundred, ain’t no team in CW on our level and until that’s proven otherwise, it’s a fuckin fact.’
Laroux stopped as he saw Geki started to nod off. Bringing that bottle up, he drank down the remainder of its contents before setting it back on the table. Walking around to Geki, with a noticeable stumble, Laroux offered his hand to Geki who took it, getting back to his feet.
’C’mon, let’s get you back to Rox. After everythin with Fox, I really don’t wanna piss her off.’
The duo made their way to the parking lot, approaching a black, topless Jeep Wrangler. Geki opened the passenger side door before climbing in and taking a seat in the back to get comfortable. Meanwhile, Xavier stayed on the outside of vehicle, lighting up a cigarette.
’I talk shit bout havin to face Dona a lot, but fuck if I don’t like blastin that bitch every chance I get. But that’s enough bout her, let’s switch subjects a lilbit here. Y’know what made Jason cool? He didn’t say shit. Y’know what made Michael cool? He didn’t talk. Are you pickin up what I’m puttin down, Eddo? It takes more than some face paint and a few Deathmatches to make you a Slasher. You wouldn’t see Jason on Twitter posting Horror Super Mario 3 crossovers, would you? And it’s not even like it’s justa nickname. You’re out here tryinta make people believe you’re a legit slasher.’
‘Let’s be honest here, you’re just a sad lilfucker who is too goddamn ashamed to come out here and be yourself. Look at me. I ain’t got no paint. I ain’t got no convoluted schtick. I come out here and I’m me, through and through. At the end of the day, that’s just one of the many things that makes me better than you. ‘Member what I told you? I’m all for makin the Republic Division somethin special, but when it all comes down, I wanna prove that I’m the best goddamn guy here. And you’re one of those people I needa put on their ass to prove that. I get you in that ring and Ima slap the fuckin paint right off your clown face.’
About halfway done with that cigarette, Laroux turned his head to see Geki sleeping soundly in the backseat of that Jeep. Laughing out, he shook his head before turning his attention back to the cameraman.
’Guess Ima finish this one out then. Anywayyy, is like I was sayin. We brought life back into the Republic Division. We’ve given people a reason to come after us. Ya, y’all four needa remember that with every bit of stupid shit you’re sayin. Y’all are chasin us. Not the other way around. And there’s only one reason that can be. These are our belts. And they’re gonna stay that way. We came in. We earned the shot. And we took the gold. So, you can go fuck yourself with that didn’t earn it bullshit.’
‘At least Dona is owed a rematch. The fuck have Kendrick and Brit done to earn a shot at us? How are they gonna get a shot outta the blue when I defeated a champion of this company and I can’t even sniff a fuckin title shot at it? But that doesn’t fit y’all’s narrative so ain’t nobody really talkin bout that. But Ima be good. Ima keep my mouth shut bout that, unless I needa bring it up to shut up a couple entitled cry baby bitches.’
Taking the final drag off of that cigarette, he dropped it to the asphalt before grinding it out with the bottom of his boot, making sure it was all the way out.
’Ladies and gentlemen, Ima hafta haul ass, get Geki back to his olelady afore she kicks my ass, but Ima leave you with this. The Hollywood Heritage Festival. The Toku Addiction is goin for a clean sweep. Not only is Geki over there gonna win the fuckin cup, he’s gonna go on and kick Brit’s head off her fuckin shoulders and take that gold. Then, we defend our Republic Division against Eddo, his olelady, and against We Cry More Than Thou. And just like that, we fuckin run CW. I’m tellin y’all. Ever since we stepped in here we’ve been tellin y’all shit’s bout to be different, been tellin y’all that we are takin this shit by the fuckin throat and y’all are too busy arguin with us bout how it’s not gonna happen and the whole fuckin time you’re arguin..it’s happenin right under your fuckin nose. You’re just too fuckin stupid to see it.’
‘You’re arguin with me bout this, that, and the other like it even fuckin matters in the slightest and we’re just..slowly takin shit over right before your eyes. It’s too late to stop us. We’ve got the momentum. We’ve got the confidence. We’ve got the skill. But most importantly..we got the gold, baby and like everythin else I just mentioned, that’s not gonna change. It’s bout that time, open up them fuckin veins cause y’all bout to get the hit of a fuckin lifetime.’
That smirk of Laroux showed through with unshakable arrogance as he turned his back to the camera, the scene fading away.
