Post by Bryce De Jager on Aug 9, 2024 1:46:45 GMT
“Hellscream, not content with sending me after the old and infirm, The bods in the back have now selected an .. Orc? who happens to be the size of a house grow ‘m big in the wildlands don’t they?”
We fade in once again on Bryce examining the contents of a rapidly emptying whiskey glass, putting the glass down to pick up a fresh bottle as he leans back in the leather backed chair rich confines of his environs matching his outfit.
“So, the question becomes my Orcish mule, as I can’t throw you around like a rag doll,the Blackstar might be a push to get it done, As you seem to have the prefrontal cortex of a semi truck and the face to match mate . How do I beat you?”
He lifts a finger and stands up whiskey still in his hand as he uses his other hand to guide the camera with him as he walks a bit and then keeps walking.
“You see I cut my teeth in mud and soil lovely, but I never forgot myself or the Joburg families I grew up around, real people where the meat on th’ menu was constantly in danger.”
He lets loose a breath as he moves to a balcony looking over the Tokyo Skyline, Given how lavish everything is the IWF certainly didn’t pay for this.
“I faced a million meatheads like you, maybe none as green, or as gladiatorial but Bigger faster, and stronger is a common sight in those pits so you learn to outdo them on the table, in the mud, all you have to do is be smarter, better, more vicious. Show them the glorious violence you're capable of, dismantle limbs piece by piece, turn bone into porcelain and flesh into wine. Turn your Body into a Jason Pollock on national TV.”
He closes his eyes and breathes in at that with an almost serene smile as he takes another sip.
“Write the passing of your legend onto canvas and stomp whatever brand name is on my footwear that evening as a permanent brand on your flesh, and you know what? The sickos? The ones who gawp and watch cheer for it. They LOVE it..You know that don’t you? They like a good little freak show, don’t they?”
He shook his head and sipped his drink again even as he nodded.
“So you give me permission, by stepping in the ring with me, you and your ringside walker, we will rock ‘n’ roller and you’re lucky the story is always hungry for new flesh, we’ll take your words and scratch them out in the lights.”
He wiggles the drink in his hand as it was almost empty and then looks into the amber liquid that is left twisting the light that diffuses through it as he tips the glass over the balcony rail and into whatever fall was occurring looking towards the camera.
“You’re gonna fall real hard mate..”
We slowly fade out.
Tokyo wasn't so different from most cities, sure a lot of the people were shorter and the language was a struggle, but enough money and people suddenly found their universal translator and forgot the mild deep seated xenophobia.
Funny that.
The club was pulling and he had the floor to himself bringing up who he pleased and putting the drink on his dime, the ladies were magnificent but as ever the bet felt subdued as the woman was saying, he wasn’t sure he couldn’t her and he wasn’t really listening , smiling and nodding as he caught the little micro expressions on her face ass she down the 5th drink and laugh a hand on his shoulder.
The cameraman was somewhere up here, then told him to take the night off and given him a fistful of yen to enjoy whatever he needed.Hell, Bertie might even be somewhere among this throng.
She was starting to annoy him, he imagine for a moment grabbing the woman next to him and throwing her over the balcony to the Aquarium below, his minds eye picturing a mangle of glass, flesh, blood and whatever the hell that fish was stuck in a gaping orifice.
He roused himself back to the here and now and dug into a pocket gently turning the woman towards his newly acquired staff member, giving her a stack and telling her to show the man a better time than she was showing himself.
The slap was worth it.
She took the money still and sauntered off that way anyhow.
Another great day at the office.
We fade in once again on Bryce examining the contents of a rapidly emptying whiskey glass, putting the glass down to pick up a fresh bottle as he leans back in the leather backed chair rich confines of his environs matching his outfit.
“So, the question becomes my Orcish mule, as I can’t throw you around like a rag doll,the Blackstar might be a push to get it done, As you seem to have the prefrontal cortex of a semi truck and the face to match mate . How do I beat you?”
He lifts a finger and stands up whiskey still in his hand as he uses his other hand to guide the camera with him as he walks a bit and then keeps walking.
“You see I cut my teeth in mud and soil lovely, but I never forgot myself or the Joburg families I grew up around, real people where the meat on th’ menu was constantly in danger.”
He lets loose a breath as he moves to a balcony looking over the Tokyo Skyline, Given how lavish everything is the IWF certainly didn’t pay for this.
“I faced a million meatheads like you, maybe none as green, or as gladiatorial but Bigger faster, and stronger is a common sight in those pits so you learn to outdo them on the table, in the mud, all you have to do is be smarter, better, more vicious. Show them the glorious violence you're capable of, dismantle limbs piece by piece, turn bone into porcelain and flesh into wine. Turn your Body into a Jason Pollock on national TV.”
He closes his eyes and breathes in at that with an almost serene smile as he takes another sip.
“Write the passing of your legend onto canvas and stomp whatever brand name is on my footwear that evening as a permanent brand on your flesh, and you know what? The sickos? The ones who gawp and watch cheer for it. They LOVE it..You know that don’t you? They like a good little freak show, don’t they?”
He shook his head and sipped his drink again even as he nodded.
“So you give me permission, by stepping in the ring with me, you and your ringside walker, we will rock ‘n’ roller and you’re lucky the story is always hungry for new flesh, we’ll take your words and scratch them out in the lights.”
He wiggles the drink in his hand as it was almost empty and then looks into the amber liquid that is left twisting the light that diffuses through it as he tips the glass over the balcony rail and into whatever fall was occurring looking towards the camera.
“You’re gonna fall real hard mate..”
We slowly fade out.
Tokyo wasn't so different from most cities, sure a lot of the people were shorter and the language was a struggle, but enough money and people suddenly found their universal translator and forgot the mild deep seated xenophobia.
Funny that.
The club was pulling and he had the floor to himself bringing up who he pleased and putting the drink on his dime, the ladies were magnificent but as ever the bet felt subdued as the woman was saying, he wasn’t sure he couldn’t her and he wasn’t really listening , smiling and nodding as he caught the little micro expressions on her face ass she down the 5th drink and laugh a hand on his shoulder.
The cameraman was somewhere up here, then told him to take the night off and given him a fistful of yen to enjoy whatever he needed.Hell, Bertie might even be somewhere among this throng.
She was starting to annoy him, he imagine for a moment grabbing the woman next to him and throwing her over the balcony to the Aquarium below, his minds eye picturing a mangle of glass, flesh, blood and whatever the hell that fish was stuck in a gaping orifice.
He roused himself back to the here and now and dug into a pocket gently turning the woman towards his newly acquired staff member, giving her a stack and telling her to show the man a better time than she was showing himself.
The slap was worth it.
She took the money still and sauntered off that way anyhow.
Another great day at the office.
Well howdy there pardner.