Post by Dakota Smith on Oct 31, 2019 21:39:46 GMT -5
“Fuck.”
The sun was shining up above, but the air was cold - at least for Texas’s standards. As the camera panned down on this hallows eve, it focuses in on a BP gas station that had been spooked up for Halloween, but instead of focusing on the inside it pans around the back - near the restroom. It’s there that we find our protagonist Flash Kassidy, and his tag partner Jay Sinclair posted up against the gas station wall. Flash is dressed in a bright yellow and black windbreaker with a classic, black Jair Hopkins t-shirt underneath. He also adorns a black beanie, complete the look of “Jay”. And with Jay comes Silent Bob, who Mr. Sinclair is dressed up as, with a long green trench coat and a baseball cap turned backwards. The pair both sat with their backs against the wall of the BP, joints between their lips, and overall look of chillness. In front of them is a large boombox with Flash’s SCUM championship draped over it.
“ Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “
Flash says those words in the style that Jay did in Jay and Silent Bob strike back, a cocky as fuck smirk painted on his unshaved face. Sinclair is just bobbing his head along to the flow as Flash shoots his arms forward in a flamboyant manner. He chuckles and then begins to speak, taking the joint from between his lips and pressing his back up against the brick wall.
“ Fifteen bucks little Kuk, that’s the price to suck these ma’ fuckin’ nuts! Snooguns! “
Flash throws one hand up and Jay meets it, doing a make-shift high-five but with more finger moving. He then lowers his hand and crosses it with his other over his midsection, He lifts one leg up and rests it on the wall as he continues to speak.
“ Been a long time since I done graced a Union Battleground ring, last time you seens me… I was with this fat boi right here and we was doin’ our thang in that tag tournament. But now it’s just gonna’ be me back in that ring… And shit, lets just say that I’ve done some shit since we been away. Made a name fo’ myself outside of Union, and captured that there SCUM championship. Somethin’ I’m quite proud of, cause ya’ see I done did lead a revolution over there! Royalty among rats, ain’t just a sayin’ it’s a lifestyle! Somethin’ I helped build from the ground up, it’s a call to arms fo’ every ma’ fucka that ever been kicked around, looked down upon fo’ how they live they life. It’s for the kids in the backwater just tryin’ to make a buck - the youngins in the ghetto just tryin’ to survive! It’s somethin’ you could of been apart of Kuk, maybe in yo’ younger days… Back when you still had it, but them days are long gone. And all we left with is a old-timer swinging his chair around screamin’ about how he’s hardcore. “
Placing the joint back in between his lips, Flash bobs his head forwards before shooting it back, he then pushes his way off of the wall and begins to walk around to the front of the building with a certain confident, loose swagger.
“See here Kuk-ah-diddly-doo… I know all abouts you, know about ya’ history and ya’ past. Been doin’ this ish since ninty-five and that’s impressive as fuck. Round these parts you rarely see em’ go ten years, but you? You been a lifer down since the beginning of time most-like! But like a fine ride, without the tuning… Wit time you just started to break down, got a bad knee, got fucked up one too many times. You began to break down right in front of our eyes, no longer was the Kuk Killswitch of old, the Paco Gamble, the Tommy Rowan! Whatever name you wanna’ call yo’self, it just was never the same. “
Pushing open the BP door, Flash enters the establishment and instantly starts to make his way towards the cooler section.
“ So what? Now you tryin’ ta’ make a comeback? Show the world that you still gots what it takes to hang with the elite here in Union? Hell nawh old-man, You ain’t doin’ that shit on my name! I got a reputation to uphold, I’m the SCUM champion, the leader of the rats, the man up above crashin’ down on yo’ ass like i’m bandicoot - ya’ feel me? Got that hearing aid turned up? Got that knee brace all oiled up, don’t want no mechanical failures, would hate ta’ put yo old ass out before you even get started. Killin’ this lil comeback tour with a quickness - that’s what you gonna get tryin’ to step in the ring with me! Not to even mention that War Horse medallion on the line! You fuckin’ fucked my dude! And ain’t a damn thing you can do about it… You already done did pulled the trigger, you got yo’ self in this match, signed the contract! Signed ya’ fuckin’ deathwish more like bruh bruh, cause i’m comin’ fo ya’ head. Best believe that. “
Running his fingertips along his throat, Flash makes the head cutting gesture before he reaches the back of the gas station. Opening up one of the cooler doors he grabs a King Cobra and begins to walk his way back to the counter, letting the cooler door slam shut.
“ Let’s talk more about that bad knee shall we my dude? Lets talk about how that right there is a fuckin’ bullseye, it’s an open wound and I am feindin’ for some blood! That shit makes you slow, not quick on yo’ feet - not as fast as I am, and that's a weakness. A disadvantage that you is gonna’ have ta’ try’n overcome. But will you be able to? Will you be able to put all them old wounds aside and prove yo’ self as a legitimate threat inside the battlegrounds. Because this ain’t gonna be the reception that you think it’s gonna’ be. That Union audience, them my people! They watched me climb out of the muck and supported my ass all the way through it! I had my ups and downs inside that Battleground, I paid my dues and now it’s my time ta’ shine ma’ fucka’. “
As Flash puts the 40oz onto the counter, the clerk behind it grabs it and bags it - before taking the money Flash is handing out. Flash snatches up his drink and cracks it open as he walks for the exit, pulling it open and stepping back outside. As he makes his way back to his corner post, he takes a few more swigs of the Cobra. Once reaching his partner in crime he hands off the drink and picks up his championship - placing it on his shoulder before leaning back up against the wall.
“ This just ain’t the time, it ain’t the ticket… I’m on the top of my game, done traveled the world and the seven seas, and I took in all of that! I honed my craft to be the best fucking wrestler there is today! AIn’t a doubt in my mind that I ain’t gonna’ run through you Kuk, you can bring ya’ weapons, bring ya’ comeback story… I’ll smack all that shit down like the bitch you is! The dude who shoulda stayed gone, the game has changed and the competition is fierce! I’m sayin’ you just ain’t got it old man! Not anymore! Not since them bad old days, not since people like Flash Kassidy done stepped into that ring! You’re out-dated, prolly overrated, swingin’ ya’ chair around like you verbally constipated - it’s tiresome. You’re tiresome, it’s the same old shit that we seen before, you ain’t nothin’ unique… And you haven’t been fo’ a long time. You No Man’s Sky without all the updates, just a piece of shit that everyone was disappointed in. A lot of hype, but nothing to back it up! A base game, that needs improvement… Thas you my dude. Tell em’ Bob!“
Flash smacks Jay on the chest, who perks up like he was about to say something, but after a few moments of silence he just raises his arms up and shrugs. Flash shakes his head and sucks his teeth in disappointment before looking back into the camera.
“ Ain’t ever got shit to say when it really fuckin’ counts to do you fatman? God dammit. “ Chuckling underneath his breath Flash continues. “ But Listen Kukasaurus… Ima get me that War horse medallion, ima get me that shot at the championship, these are just facts. I don’t give two shits how hardcore you is, what you been through on yo’ journey back, none of it! Because when you steppin’ in the ring with Flash Kassidy… You steppin’ in the ring with the very fuckin’ best, better than the rest, two fuckin’ high, dodgin’ bullets even tho I got a padded vest, ya’ feel me? BOOOOONG!”
With that Flash pops another joint in between his lips, lighting it up as the camera fades to black.
The sun was shining up above, but the air was cold - at least for Texas’s standards. As the camera panned down on this hallows eve, it focuses in on a BP gas station that had been spooked up for Halloween, but instead of focusing on the inside it pans around the back - near the restroom. It’s there that we find our protagonist Flash Kassidy, and his tag partner Jay Sinclair posted up against the gas station wall. Flash is dressed in a bright yellow and black windbreaker with a classic, black Jair Hopkins t-shirt underneath. He also adorns a black beanie, complete the look of “Jay”. And with Jay comes Silent Bob, who Mr. Sinclair is dressed up as, with a long green trench coat and a baseball cap turned backwards. The pair both sat with their backs against the wall of the BP, joints between their lips, and overall look of chillness. In front of them is a large boombox with Flash’s SCUM championship draped over it.
“ Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “
Flash says those words in the style that Jay did in Jay and Silent Bob strike back, a cocky as fuck smirk painted on his unshaved face. Sinclair is just bobbing his head along to the flow as Flash shoots his arms forward in a flamboyant manner. He chuckles and then begins to speak, taking the joint from between his lips and pressing his back up against the brick wall.
“ Fifteen bucks little Kuk, that’s the price to suck these ma’ fuckin’ nuts! Snooguns! “
Flash throws one hand up and Jay meets it, doing a make-shift high-five but with more finger moving. He then lowers his hand and crosses it with his other over his midsection, He lifts one leg up and rests it on the wall as he continues to speak.
“ Been a long time since I done graced a Union Battleground ring, last time you seens me… I was with this fat boi right here and we was doin’ our thang in that tag tournament. But now it’s just gonna’ be me back in that ring… And shit, lets just say that I’ve done some shit since we been away. Made a name fo’ myself outside of Union, and captured that there SCUM championship. Somethin’ I’m quite proud of, cause ya’ see I done did lead a revolution over there! Royalty among rats, ain’t just a sayin’ it’s a lifestyle! Somethin’ I helped build from the ground up, it’s a call to arms fo’ every ma’ fucka that ever been kicked around, looked down upon fo’ how they live they life. It’s for the kids in the backwater just tryin’ to make a buck - the youngins in the ghetto just tryin’ to survive! It’s somethin’ you could of been apart of Kuk, maybe in yo’ younger days… Back when you still had it, but them days are long gone. And all we left with is a old-timer swinging his chair around screamin’ about how he’s hardcore. “
Placing the joint back in between his lips, Flash bobs his head forwards before shooting it back, he then pushes his way off of the wall and begins to walk around to the front of the building with a certain confident, loose swagger.
“See here Kuk-ah-diddly-doo… I know all abouts you, know about ya’ history and ya’ past. Been doin’ this ish since ninty-five and that’s impressive as fuck. Round these parts you rarely see em’ go ten years, but you? You been a lifer down since the beginning of time most-like! But like a fine ride, without the tuning… Wit time you just started to break down, got a bad knee, got fucked up one too many times. You began to break down right in front of our eyes, no longer was the Kuk Killswitch of old, the Paco Gamble, the Tommy Rowan! Whatever name you wanna’ call yo’self, it just was never the same. “
Pushing open the BP door, Flash enters the establishment and instantly starts to make his way towards the cooler section.
“ So what? Now you tryin’ ta’ make a comeback? Show the world that you still gots what it takes to hang with the elite here in Union? Hell nawh old-man, You ain’t doin’ that shit on my name! I got a reputation to uphold, I’m the SCUM champion, the leader of the rats, the man up above crashin’ down on yo’ ass like i’m bandicoot - ya’ feel me? Got that hearing aid turned up? Got that knee brace all oiled up, don’t want no mechanical failures, would hate ta’ put yo old ass out before you even get started. Killin’ this lil comeback tour with a quickness - that’s what you gonna get tryin’ to step in the ring with me! Not to even mention that War Horse medallion on the line! You fuckin’ fucked my dude! And ain’t a damn thing you can do about it… You already done did pulled the trigger, you got yo’ self in this match, signed the contract! Signed ya’ fuckin’ deathwish more like bruh bruh, cause i’m comin’ fo ya’ head. Best believe that. “
Running his fingertips along his throat, Flash makes the head cutting gesture before he reaches the back of the gas station. Opening up one of the cooler doors he grabs a King Cobra and begins to walk his way back to the counter, letting the cooler door slam shut.
“ Let’s talk more about that bad knee shall we my dude? Lets talk about how that right there is a fuckin’ bullseye, it’s an open wound and I am feindin’ for some blood! That shit makes you slow, not quick on yo’ feet - not as fast as I am, and that's a weakness. A disadvantage that you is gonna’ have ta’ try’n overcome. But will you be able to? Will you be able to put all them old wounds aside and prove yo’ self as a legitimate threat inside the battlegrounds. Because this ain’t gonna be the reception that you think it’s gonna’ be. That Union audience, them my people! They watched me climb out of the muck and supported my ass all the way through it! I had my ups and downs inside that Battleground, I paid my dues and now it’s my time ta’ shine ma’ fucka’. “
As Flash puts the 40oz onto the counter, the clerk behind it grabs it and bags it - before taking the money Flash is handing out. Flash snatches up his drink and cracks it open as he walks for the exit, pulling it open and stepping back outside. As he makes his way back to his corner post, he takes a few more swigs of the Cobra. Once reaching his partner in crime he hands off the drink and picks up his championship - placing it on his shoulder before leaning back up against the wall.
“ This just ain’t the time, it ain’t the ticket… I’m on the top of my game, done traveled the world and the seven seas, and I took in all of that! I honed my craft to be the best fucking wrestler there is today! AIn’t a doubt in my mind that I ain’t gonna’ run through you Kuk, you can bring ya’ weapons, bring ya’ comeback story… I’ll smack all that shit down like the bitch you is! The dude who shoulda stayed gone, the game has changed and the competition is fierce! I’m sayin’ you just ain’t got it old man! Not anymore! Not since them bad old days, not since people like Flash Kassidy done stepped into that ring! You’re out-dated, prolly overrated, swingin’ ya’ chair around like you verbally constipated - it’s tiresome. You’re tiresome, it’s the same old shit that we seen before, you ain’t nothin’ unique… And you haven’t been fo’ a long time. You No Man’s Sky without all the updates, just a piece of shit that everyone was disappointed in. A lot of hype, but nothing to back it up! A base game, that needs improvement… Thas you my dude. Tell em’ Bob!“
Flash smacks Jay on the chest, who perks up like he was about to say something, but after a few moments of silence he just raises his arms up and shrugs. Flash shakes his head and sucks his teeth in disappointment before looking back into the camera.
“ Ain’t ever got shit to say when it really fuckin’ counts to do you fatman? God dammit. “ Chuckling underneath his breath Flash continues. “ But Listen Kukasaurus… Ima get me that War horse medallion, ima get me that shot at the championship, these are just facts. I don’t give two shits how hardcore you is, what you been through on yo’ journey back, none of it! Because when you steppin’ in the ring with Flash Kassidy… You steppin’ in the ring with the very fuckin’ best, better than the rest, two fuckin’ high, dodgin’ bullets even tho I got a padded vest, ya’ feel me? BOOOOONG!”
With that Flash pops another joint in between his lips, lighting it up as the camera fades to black.