Post by Vincent Augustine on Dec 11, 2018 19:47:04 GMT -5
The feint hum of the drone over the forest betrays its location, the rain the night before driving the animals away, leaving only silence to compete with the hum. In the distance a smoke stack rises from a fire. Having locked on, the drone pushes forward, it’s destination rising in the distance in a hue of greys. Slowly the mechanical object glides over the trees, skimming leaves as it approaches the destination, a small clearing of trees.
Coming to a stop over the clearing, the drone scans the area, a small tent, a smoldering fire, and a man throwing logs onto it. Hovering over the area, the drone stays motionless as the man stokes the fire to life and then sits on a nearby log, stretching out his arms and pulling bag up next to him. Reaching in, Vincent removes a cup, pours some instant coffee in it, and some water, before placing it on a stand right next to the raging fire. He then grabs a piece of dried meat, takes a bite and lets out a sigh as the Drone moves around to the front of him.
We can’t keep doing this, we need to work together. Our inability to be on the same page cost us this week.
Vincent’s head twitched to the side, his face cringed and his eyes appeared to change before he continued.
You should have gotten out of my way, let me do what I am good at. But you have never been one to just sit back idly and the let the masters work, no you have always had to be the guy telling someone when they are wrong, that asshole interjecting nonsensical information into the equation. So no, we didn’t lose to Teo because we couldn’t work together, we lost because you can’t accept that you are not the one who should be in charge, hell you shouldn’t even be around when we get into the ring.
Again Vincent’s head shook, his eyes twitched and his face contorted.
Are you kidding me? I am the god damn brains of this operation, you are the brawn, and without me you would be like a four year old wielding a gun. Don’t forget, I was here before you; you are only here because Henry put you here. This was and will always be my mind first, you are just a guest, an unwanted nuisance that I am willing tolerate while you serve a function and have some use.
A four year old with a gun? You can do better than that, and I am not even remotely that bad. Regardless of how long you have been here, and who was first and who was put where by whom, the reality is I am not going anywhere, and you need me a whole hell of a lot more than I need you. So get it together, realize that you are the problem when we get into the ring, or you can go the damn corner when it’s my time shine.
You sanctimonious piece of shit. I agreed to share with you, because of the mutual benefit. Now you want to cut me out, push me aside, you need me, you need what I bring to the table.
Oh, yeah I need you, about as much as I need a hole in our damn head. You did nothing but get in the way, and Teo took advantage of that. No I don’t need you, you need me! You may be the one who sees the equations, who can solve a problem on paper, but I am the Monster, I am the one you needed to succeed.
Vincent’s head shifted, he looked to the fire, grabbed his coffee and took a sip. For the longest moment he appeared to be pondering something, crunching the numbers if you will. Then he spoke again.
Alright smart guy, why don’t you tell me how we handle the upcoming situation? Six man over the top rope battle royal on tap, and yeah I know you throw them over the top rope, but we can start with the elephant in the room, Behemetho. How do you propose we throw a 500+ pound man over the top rope?
We don’t, we roll him over it.
Be serious for one god damn minute. Think about it, all things aside he is the biggest obstacle of them all, literally and figuratively. The laws of physics are not in our favor on this one, we weight 200 pounds give or take, and he is damn near three of us, we can maybe truly lift 400 pounds, and I stress maybe, so be realistic here.
Have him get a running start, use momentum against him.
That wouldn’t be a bad idea if he didn’t move like molasses on a cold damn day. Running is not a thing he does, so try again.
So much hostility Geez, you might think I was rubbing off on you. Look, it’s a bridge we cross when it comes; I can’t pretend to tell you how it will go down. Things happen in the moment and you have to react, you can’t have a god damn plan for everything. Remember having a plan is why we are in a fucking battle royal and not the damn main event as a champion.
Do you not get it, or are you just so dense you can’t get it?
Last time I checked we shared the same god damn mind, so you tell me smart guy.
My point exactly, how can we share the same mind and yet you are as dumb as a box of fucking rocks, and here I am able to see and work through problems?
Vincent let out an exacerbated sigh before sipping his coffee. For Ryan, the man on the other end of the drone, things were breaking down fast. No longer was the persona they had installed over Vincent’s original persona in control, in fact the two personas were aware of each other, and fighting like children over ice cream. The master plan was crumbling before him, the only saving grace was that neither of them seemed to truly know what happened, and what the endgame was.
Vincent stared forward and began talking again, making hand gestures, as if talking to someone right in front of him.
Look we haven’t solved the Behemetho problem, and there are four other people we will have to worry about. Can we get this figured out?
Sure, I’m in charge when we get in the ring, no more you getting in my way. Let me handle things, and we will win, and Behemetho will find his way out of the ring with our assistance.
Clearly there is no resolution coming on that front, so let’s address the other issues of the match. Besides Behemetho we have Jeremiah Locke to deal with.
Damn what a name, Jeremiah Locke? Well damn dude, I didn’t know that the Amish were allowed to get into a wrestling ring. I would have thought the whole being on TV, all the modern technology that goes into the event would have meant they were not allowed to be there. Alas you never truly know do you?
I don’t think he’s Amish. Either way, simply ripping on the man isn’t going to help us get to the endgame answer of how we are going to get him out of the ring and over the top rope.
That’s simple, human nature. Let’s take into account he is Amish for a moment.
He’s not.
He is, and we will use that to our advantage. We put a sweet looking girl in the front row, have her flash those sacred titties at him, he won’t be able to resist. He takes off running; we use his momentum to throw him over the top rope. Easy peasy lemon squeezey.
Let’s set some ground rules real quick. Don’t ever say easy peasy Lemon squeezey again, and we cannot throw everyone over the top rope by making them run at us and we use their momentum. Please tell me you have something more original going forward? Look after Jeremiah Locke we still have Marc Mayhem to worry about.
is that the dude who looks like he eats Steroids as if they were M&M’s? See what I did there? Come one, that was damn good, you know it.
I see what you did there, and no it wasn’t god damn funny. In fact nothing you have said is funny; it’s quite fucking sad and depressing. You don’t have a damn clue, and yet you strut around acting as if you do.
And here I thought you weren’t getting it. Ever heard the expression fake it till you make it? Well I am the god damn definition of it, when it comes to caring about who my opponents are. Fact is I don’t give two shits about Marc Mayhem and his retarded as line I am Epic. He’s about as epic as a fucking sandwhich. There’s no big mystery there, he’s a fucking steroid freak that thinks muscles make the man, but he doesn’t have the real edge that you need to win. No Marc is like a big god damn stuffed bear. You see it, you freeze a moment, and then you realize it’s harmless and you go about your day. Marc is the least of our god damn worries, so no I don’t need to know a damn thing about him, all I need to know is that like everyone else he’s going over the top rope to the floor.
Let me guess, because we get him running and use his momentum to throw him over the top rope?
Why not?
Because it’s not practical, that’s why! Damn you’re an idiot.
Like I said, it will all happen in the moment, there will be planning it out.
I’m afraid to even ask, what about Mischa Killings?
Oh god damn brilliant ass idea. When Jeremiah Locke see’s here, his Amish cravings will go overboard, he will probably try and get that number, that’s when we throw her over the top rope, and as he tries to save her, we throw him two. Hot damn two birds one stone! Fuck I am a genius.
Far from it. I highly doubt that Mischa is going to just stand around and let Jeremiah run some game on her. Reality is she will be trying to throw him over the top rope before showing any interest in getting his information. Never mind that fact she is pretty accomplished on the technical side of things.
no mind taken. Look, that just means Jeremiah will be chasing her around, like a lost puppy trying to find his owner. He will be so whipped without even getting the goods that we will be able to capitalize on his A; distracting her, and B; being distracted by her. It’s a brilliant plan, and you god damn know it.
Whatever, how about Danny McVay, what is your big grand old scheme for him?
bet he’s Irish, I mean that last name is god damn Irish. Probably weighs like 160 or some shit. We just bench press him over the top rope.
Actually he’s 180 pounds, and a gypsy.
Aww fucking Christ a Pikey? Well shit, this is interesting now. Those fuckers can fight. You ever see that damn movie Snatch? Man those are some tough bastards, don’t ever try and barter with them, take you for all you got, and then next thing you know you’re getting proper fucked by a dog you didn’t even want. Man this guy’s going to be tough, fuck, why it have to be a god damn Pikey?
Wait…wait…wait…wait. The one damn guy you are afraid of is the 180 pound gypsy? Not the 500 plus pound behemotho, the two guys with careers in wrestling, or the technically sound wrestling Mischa, no you are worried about the 18 year old 180 pound new comer? I don’t even know what to say other than we are so fucked.
Didn’t your mother teach you to have some god damn faith?
You mean our mother?
Yeah sure that. Look, this match was made for us. The powers that be know that none of these clowns belong in the ring with us, and that we deserve that rematch with Teo, so they put us in a match that on the surface should be hard, but the reality is it’s our damn match to win so they can have the rematch they so desperately want. We took Teo to the limit, hell he got lucky he was able to beat us, and they know we should have one. That’s why they are giving us this give me match that looks like something more. Best part is we don’t even have to eliminate all of them, hell we could actually just go out there, never get in the ring and just sit in a chair, wait for one damn person to be left, then slip in after they are all tired and we are fresh, beat them around and throw them over the top rope.
That’s not actually a bad damn idea. I mean if you are not in the ring you can’t be thrown over the top rope. That was god damn brilliant.
You’re god damn right it was. Don’t forget I know how to do this shit, you may think you have the brains, and for the books you do, but when it comes to survival and winning, I am the man in charge, from now on and forever, got it?
No other words were spoken, Vincent just nodded his head and drank on his coffee, the Drone ultimately lifting up into the trees and vanishing into the oncoming evening that approached. Ryan simply shook his head. He thought things were getting bad, but they were far worse than he could ever imagine. Somehow the two personalities were co-existing, working off each other, it was only a matter of time before they learned the truth, and his work would come to a crashing halt, all the effort destroyed.
On the log Vincent smiled, looked to the drone as it vanished. For this first time in months things were looking up, dare he say things were beginning to add up?
Coming to a stop over the clearing, the drone scans the area, a small tent, a smoldering fire, and a man throwing logs onto it. Hovering over the area, the drone stays motionless as the man stokes the fire to life and then sits on a nearby log, stretching out his arms and pulling bag up next to him. Reaching in, Vincent removes a cup, pours some instant coffee in it, and some water, before placing it on a stand right next to the raging fire. He then grabs a piece of dried meat, takes a bite and lets out a sigh as the Drone moves around to the front of him.
We can’t keep doing this, we need to work together. Our inability to be on the same page cost us this week.
Vincent’s head twitched to the side, his face cringed and his eyes appeared to change before he continued.
You should have gotten out of my way, let me do what I am good at. But you have never been one to just sit back idly and the let the masters work, no you have always had to be the guy telling someone when they are wrong, that asshole interjecting nonsensical information into the equation. So no, we didn’t lose to Teo because we couldn’t work together, we lost because you can’t accept that you are not the one who should be in charge, hell you shouldn’t even be around when we get into the ring.
Again Vincent’s head shook, his eyes twitched and his face contorted.
Are you kidding me? I am the god damn brains of this operation, you are the brawn, and without me you would be like a four year old wielding a gun. Don’t forget, I was here before you; you are only here because Henry put you here. This was and will always be my mind first, you are just a guest, an unwanted nuisance that I am willing tolerate while you serve a function and have some use.
A four year old with a gun? You can do better than that, and I am not even remotely that bad. Regardless of how long you have been here, and who was first and who was put where by whom, the reality is I am not going anywhere, and you need me a whole hell of a lot more than I need you. So get it together, realize that you are the problem when we get into the ring, or you can go the damn corner when it’s my time shine.
You sanctimonious piece of shit. I agreed to share with you, because of the mutual benefit. Now you want to cut me out, push me aside, you need me, you need what I bring to the table.
Oh, yeah I need you, about as much as I need a hole in our damn head. You did nothing but get in the way, and Teo took advantage of that. No I don’t need you, you need me! You may be the one who sees the equations, who can solve a problem on paper, but I am the Monster, I am the one you needed to succeed.
Vincent’s head shifted, he looked to the fire, grabbed his coffee and took a sip. For the longest moment he appeared to be pondering something, crunching the numbers if you will. Then he spoke again.
Alright smart guy, why don’t you tell me how we handle the upcoming situation? Six man over the top rope battle royal on tap, and yeah I know you throw them over the top rope, but we can start with the elephant in the room, Behemetho. How do you propose we throw a 500+ pound man over the top rope?
We don’t, we roll him over it.
Be serious for one god damn minute. Think about it, all things aside he is the biggest obstacle of them all, literally and figuratively. The laws of physics are not in our favor on this one, we weight 200 pounds give or take, and he is damn near three of us, we can maybe truly lift 400 pounds, and I stress maybe, so be realistic here.
Have him get a running start, use momentum against him.
That wouldn’t be a bad idea if he didn’t move like molasses on a cold damn day. Running is not a thing he does, so try again.
So much hostility Geez, you might think I was rubbing off on you. Look, it’s a bridge we cross when it comes; I can’t pretend to tell you how it will go down. Things happen in the moment and you have to react, you can’t have a god damn plan for everything. Remember having a plan is why we are in a fucking battle royal and not the damn main event as a champion.
Do you not get it, or are you just so dense you can’t get it?
Last time I checked we shared the same god damn mind, so you tell me smart guy.
My point exactly, how can we share the same mind and yet you are as dumb as a box of fucking rocks, and here I am able to see and work through problems?
Vincent let out an exacerbated sigh before sipping his coffee. For Ryan, the man on the other end of the drone, things were breaking down fast. No longer was the persona they had installed over Vincent’s original persona in control, in fact the two personas were aware of each other, and fighting like children over ice cream. The master plan was crumbling before him, the only saving grace was that neither of them seemed to truly know what happened, and what the endgame was.
Vincent stared forward and began talking again, making hand gestures, as if talking to someone right in front of him.
Look we haven’t solved the Behemetho problem, and there are four other people we will have to worry about. Can we get this figured out?
Sure, I’m in charge when we get in the ring, no more you getting in my way. Let me handle things, and we will win, and Behemetho will find his way out of the ring with our assistance.
Clearly there is no resolution coming on that front, so let’s address the other issues of the match. Besides Behemetho we have Jeremiah Locke to deal with.
Damn what a name, Jeremiah Locke? Well damn dude, I didn’t know that the Amish were allowed to get into a wrestling ring. I would have thought the whole being on TV, all the modern technology that goes into the event would have meant they were not allowed to be there. Alas you never truly know do you?
I don’t think he’s Amish. Either way, simply ripping on the man isn’t going to help us get to the endgame answer of how we are going to get him out of the ring and over the top rope.
That’s simple, human nature. Let’s take into account he is Amish for a moment.
He’s not.
He is, and we will use that to our advantage. We put a sweet looking girl in the front row, have her flash those sacred titties at him, he won’t be able to resist. He takes off running; we use his momentum to throw him over the top rope. Easy peasy lemon squeezey.
Let’s set some ground rules real quick. Don’t ever say easy peasy Lemon squeezey again, and we cannot throw everyone over the top rope by making them run at us and we use their momentum. Please tell me you have something more original going forward? Look after Jeremiah Locke we still have Marc Mayhem to worry about.
is that the dude who looks like he eats Steroids as if they were M&M’s? See what I did there? Come one, that was damn good, you know it.
I see what you did there, and no it wasn’t god damn funny. In fact nothing you have said is funny; it’s quite fucking sad and depressing. You don’t have a damn clue, and yet you strut around acting as if you do.
And here I thought you weren’t getting it. Ever heard the expression fake it till you make it? Well I am the god damn definition of it, when it comes to caring about who my opponents are. Fact is I don’t give two shits about Marc Mayhem and his retarded as line I am Epic. He’s about as epic as a fucking sandwhich. There’s no big mystery there, he’s a fucking steroid freak that thinks muscles make the man, but he doesn’t have the real edge that you need to win. No Marc is like a big god damn stuffed bear. You see it, you freeze a moment, and then you realize it’s harmless and you go about your day. Marc is the least of our god damn worries, so no I don’t need to know a damn thing about him, all I need to know is that like everyone else he’s going over the top rope to the floor.
Let me guess, because we get him running and use his momentum to throw him over the top rope?
Why not?
Because it’s not practical, that’s why! Damn you’re an idiot.
Like I said, it will all happen in the moment, there will be planning it out.
I’m afraid to even ask, what about Mischa Killings?
Oh god damn brilliant ass idea. When Jeremiah Locke see’s here, his Amish cravings will go overboard, he will probably try and get that number, that’s when we throw her over the top rope, and as he tries to save her, we throw him two. Hot damn two birds one stone! Fuck I am a genius.
Far from it. I highly doubt that Mischa is going to just stand around and let Jeremiah run some game on her. Reality is she will be trying to throw him over the top rope before showing any interest in getting his information. Never mind that fact she is pretty accomplished on the technical side of things.
no mind taken. Look, that just means Jeremiah will be chasing her around, like a lost puppy trying to find his owner. He will be so whipped without even getting the goods that we will be able to capitalize on his A; distracting her, and B; being distracted by her. It’s a brilliant plan, and you god damn know it.
Whatever, how about Danny McVay, what is your big grand old scheme for him?
bet he’s Irish, I mean that last name is god damn Irish. Probably weighs like 160 or some shit. We just bench press him over the top rope.
Actually he’s 180 pounds, and a gypsy.
Aww fucking Christ a Pikey? Well shit, this is interesting now. Those fuckers can fight. You ever see that damn movie Snatch? Man those are some tough bastards, don’t ever try and barter with them, take you for all you got, and then next thing you know you’re getting proper fucked by a dog you didn’t even want. Man this guy’s going to be tough, fuck, why it have to be a god damn Pikey?
Wait…wait…wait…wait. The one damn guy you are afraid of is the 180 pound gypsy? Not the 500 plus pound behemotho, the two guys with careers in wrestling, or the technically sound wrestling Mischa, no you are worried about the 18 year old 180 pound new comer? I don’t even know what to say other than we are so fucked.
Didn’t your mother teach you to have some god damn faith?
You mean our mother?
Yeah sure that. Look, this match was made for us. The powers that be know that none of these clowns belong in the ring with us, and that we deserve that rematch with Teo, so they put us in a match that on the surface should be hard, but the reality is it’s our damn match to win so they can have the rematch they so desperately want. We took Teo to the limit, hell he got lucky he was able to beat us, and they know we should have one. That’s why they are giving us this give me match that looks like something more. Best part is we don’t even have to eliminate all of them, hell we could actually just go out there, never get in the ring and just sit in a chair, wait for one damn person to be left, then slip in after they are all tired and we are fresh, beat them around and throw them over the top rope.
That’s not actually a bad damn idea. I mean if you are not in the ring you can’t be thrown over the top rope. That was god damn brilliant.
You’re god damn right it was. Don’t forget I know how to do this shit, you may think you have the brains, and for the books you do, but when it comes to survival and winning, I am the man in charge, from now on and forever, got it?
No other words were spoken, Vincent just nodded his head and drank on his coffee, the Drone ultimately lifting up into the trees and vanishing into the oncoming evening that approached. Ryan simply shook his head. He thought things were getting bad, but they were far worse than he could ever imagine. Somehow the two personalities were co-existing, working off each other, it was only a matter of time before they learned the truth, and his work would come to a crashing halt, all the effort destroyed.
On the log Vincent smiled, looked to the drone as it vanished. For this first time in months things were looking up, dare he say things were beginning to add up?
