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Post by occulo on Feb 29, 2016 15:09:24 GMT -5
Occulo sat on the canvas shaking his head at his poor performance. How could he let this happen? He was outmatched, outperformed. Completely. He glanced over at Itami, who seemed to nod his head with approval. Glad you're happy big guy. Occulo got to his feet and shared eye contact with Atreyu before leaving up the ramp. Hank Brown immediately lept on him, shoving his microphone almost down his throat.
Hank: A most unexpected loss Occulo!! What happened out there?!
Occulo slowly lowered the microphone away from his jugular
Occulo: I lost. Straight up. I haven't trained all week...well...not how I usually train.
Hank: So again you fail in the Trilogy Cup. Occulo, have you any future here? Surely by now you should at least be reaching the final of that tournament. You have so many fans out there, don't you think they are growing tired of this constantly failing Occulo who only seems to be able to do well when with others?
Occulo's eyes widened at Hank's sheer bluntness.
Occulo: Well thanks for not putting a finer point on it Hank. But yeah, you're right. I absolutely should be doing better. They cheer my name week after week, and yeah, I have been here a while now. It's totally unacceptable the sheer lack of achievements I've had. Absolutely unfuckingcceptable. Excuse me.
Hank: Wait I-
Occulo barges past Hank and walks up to Itami who is waiting for him patiently in an area where fans gather for autographs backstage.
Occulo: Let's go. Now. No more fucking about and taking this lightly. Put me through agony. Drag me through flames and broken glass. I'm fucking winning something here.
Itami: That's the spirit. Come.
Itami and Occulo vanish with a gust of wind, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
CUT
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