Post by FPV on Aug 7, 2011 17:30:42 GMT -5
In Funk We Trust: Part Four (Revelation)
The 10 AM sunlight shone brightly on Da Funks sports car, as he and FPV cruised along the streets once more. As the ordinary citizens of Pennsylvania began their commute, the two wrestlers sat in the car in discussion about a few recent turn of events.
FPV: This better be worth the trouble man, we gotta' leave for Boston soon, and we don't have that much time.
Da Funk: Trust me bro', this 'ish is important. It might not be to you, but it damn sure is for me.
FPV: It better be.
There was a small pause before Da Funk asked FPV a question.
Da Funk: So...what happened last night anyways? Why did they end the match?
FPV: Well, Michael Santiago quit. Something to do with a terminal illness. Anyway, Odin smashed him through a glass table, so I'm pretty sure he's dead by now.
Da Funk: Damn, that's pretty intense.
FPV: Yep. Too bad, he and Odin we're the only ones I thought were worthy to challenge me and Roy. But you never know, maybe some new team will show up and give us a run for our money, but as of now...we are lonely kings, me and Roy. Lonely kings on the throne. Lonely, lonely kings.
Da Funk: I hear ya' bro, I hear ya'.
FPV: After that some people came in and ambushed everyone, so they canceled the match with no winner. Pity.
Da Funk continued driving for some time after wards, until they reached the church. Both men exited the vehicle and walked towards the front door. FPV tried to open it, only to find it locked.
Da Funk: Sorry bro, been locked since I found it when I woke up.
FPV silently nodded to Da Funk, and backed up a little bit before putting all his strength into one strong kick to the door, knocking it down slowly to the darkness inside. FPV walked in while Da Funk just stared at him, mouthing the words "Are you kidding...?" before joining up with FPV.
FPV: Where's the light switch in this place, eh man?
Da Funk: Over here, I got it.
The lights flickered on. They were brighter then the mood lights that were usually lighting the room up. Da Funk held his hands up to his face, not used to the room being this bright. When he brought his hand back, his jaw dropped at what he saw. FPV just stood there, taken aback.
Da Funk: Holy shit man...
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Badass
Cut now to an overhead view of a rainy Boston, Massachusetts, where a taxi is driving at nighttime, passing by a few shops and buildings. not many other cars are on the street, allowing the taxi to cruise by with relative ease. Another cut to the inside of the taxi, where the driver is trying hard to see past the rainy windshield.
Driver: Just how long till we get to your stop, sir?
FPV: You'll see when you get there.
The driver continues the trek. The fare has just topped about forty bucks, fourtunatly for FPV money is no object, he doesn't care how much it costs, he just needs to get there. They neared a bar that seemed sort of low-key with everything else in the way. FPV stopped the driver.
FPV: Here, stop here.
Driver: You paying forty bucks just to get to a greasy little joint like this? You're crazy man.
Ignoring the driver, FPV got out of the cab, but not before handing him a fifty dollar bill, much to the drivers confusion.
FPV: Keep the change.
Turning his back on the cab, FPV strolled right on into the bar.
Man, they did not lie! This place is freaking bananas. On one end I see a bar brawl going on between two fat dudes. I can smell the scent of irish whiskey even from all the way over here. And on this end I see women on tables dancing with lassos. If this was any other night I'd join in on the fun, but I gotta' keep focused.
FPV took up a seat at the bar, paying no attention to the other nonsense going on. The bartender walked up to him, and empty glass in his hand.
Bartender: New here, I'm guessing.
FPV: I'm new everywhere I go, I travel alot.
Bartender: Hmmm, aight. What'll it be?
FPV: Jack Daniels, on the rocks will ya'?
Bartender: Sure thing...mister...?
FPV: Just call me Zach.
Great, I've resorted to lying to keep people from noticing me in public. Whatever, it had to be done in the name of my safety.
As FPV waited for his drink to arrive, he noticed another group of men surround a young women, clutching her purse to her chest.
Man #1: We a'int gonna' hurt ya', we just want ya green.
Woman: No, I'm not letting you mug me here, I have a life ya know!
Man #2: Too bad. We told we wouldn't hurt ya, but I'm guessing we should, aye Phil?
Phil: Rightcha' Angus. I say we start with the face!
FPV continued staring at them in disbelief that they were doing this in the open.
Petty criminals. Just like what they said. Shame, ever since I've faced Greenfever and Oblivion, every other criminal in the world besides the Norway gunman has paled in comparison. I couldn't take down those two freaks, but I'll be damned if I can't take care of these people. Two dead mooks, comming right up!
The bartender came back with FPV's drink, when he noticed him looking on at the crime.
Bartender: That there be the Buster Boys. They're two of the toughest people here, you wouldn't want to provoke them.
FPV: Meh, I've seen worse, they don't look so tough...
The two men stopped their actions and looked at the man who said it, as he took a sip of his drink. They slowly walked up to FPV until they were in his his face, yet he still refused to recognize them.
Angus: What did you just say?
FPV: You heard me right, you guys don't look so tough. I've fought murderers and psychos before. Compared to them you're just two cowards trying to pick on someone who a'int your own size. Makes me sick.
FPV knocked back another sip of Daniels, the two brothers were steaming.
Phil: You're gonna' regret you ever said that, me and Angus gonna' maim ya...starting NOW!!
The burly man cocked his fist back and hit FPV square in the jaw. Surprisingly, depsite the obvious pain in his face, FPV's head only slightly tilted back. There was dead silence in the bar, as everyone stopped to stare at what was happenning. FPV got off his barstool, turned around and looked Phil straight in the face, before returning his punch tenfold, knocking him backwards to the ground, before turning to Angus.
FPV: Come at me, bro.
Furious, Angus tried charinging into FPV, only to have the wrestler grab his arm and hoist him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, before tossing him onto his brother, knocking both of the men out. FPV kicked them both slighly in the head to make sure they were knocked out, before walking over to the woman they were harrassing, who had been on the ground about to be gangbanged before FPV opened his mouth. He extended his hand towards her.
FPV: You okay, ma'am?
The woman graciously took his hand, and was lifted up to her feet.
Woman: Thank you mister! They've been on my case for two months now!
FPV: Well, by the looks of it I guess they'll stop coming to you from now on.
When I look at these two guys, I see punching bags. That's what these guys are to me. Warm-up for Adam and Russell. All of them are scum, and the two men I face Monday will befall a similar fate that these men have faced here tonight. But god do I need to finish that drink. I better go now.
Before she could say anything else, FPV walked back to his seat, and knocked back another large gulp. The woman, not to be left alone, walked up to an adjacent seat next to FPV that hadn't been knocked down, and gave him a bit of a flirtatious look. FPV smiled back, and finished his drink.
Meh, what's a little nookie gonna' do to harm my chances of winning this week, I deserve it!
FPV: Two more please!
The 10 AM sunlight shone brightly on Da Funks sports car, as he and FPV cruised along the streets once more. As the ordinary citizens of Pennsylvania began their commute, the two wrestlers sat in the car in discussion about a few recent turn of events.
FPV: This better be worth the trouble man, we gotta' leave for Boston soon, and we don't have that much time.
Da Funk: Trust me bro', this 'ish is important. It might not be to you, but it damn sure is for me.
FPV: It better be.
There was a small pause before Da Funk asked FPV a question.
Da Funk: So...what happened last night anyways? Why did they end the match?
FPV: Well, Michael Santiago quit. Something to do with a terminal illness. Anyway, Odin smashed him through a glass table, so I'm pretty sure he's dead by now.
Da Funk: Damn, that's pretty intense.
FPV: Yep. Too bad, he and Odin we're the only ones I thought were worthy to challenge me and Roy. But you never know, maybe some new team will show up and give us a run for our money, but as of now...we are lonely kings, me and Roy. Lonely kings on the throne. Lonely, lonely kings.
Da Funk: I hear ya' bro, I hear ya'.
FPV: After that some people came in and ambushed everyone, so they canceled the match with no winner. Pity.
Da Funk continued driving for some time after wards, until they reached the church. Both men exited the vehicle and walked towards the front door. FPV tried to open it, only to find it locked.
Da Funk: Sorry bro, been locked since I found it when I woke up.
FPV silently nodded to Da Funk, and backed up a little bit before putting all his strength into one strong kick to the door, knocking it down slowly to the darkness inside. FPV walked in while Da Funk just stared at him, mouthing the words "Are you kidding...?" before joining up with FPV.
FPV: Where's the light switch in this place, eh man?
Da Funk: Over here, I got it.
The lights flickered on. They were brighter then the mood lights that were usually lighting the room up. Da Funk held his hands up to his face, not used to the room being this bright. When he brought his hand back, his jaw dropped at what he saw. FPV just stood there, taken aback.
Da Funk: Holy shit man...
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Badass
Cut now to an overhead view of a rainy Boston, Massachusetts, where a taxi is driving at nighttime, passing by a few shops and buildings. not many other cars are on the street, allowing the taxi to cruise by with relative ease. Another cut to the inside of the taxi, where the driver is trying hard to see past the rainy windshield.
Driver: Just how long till we get to your stop, sir?
FPV: You'll see when you get there.
The driver continues the trek. The fare has just topped about forty bucks, fourtunatly for FPV money is no object, he doesn't care how much it costs, he just needs to get there. They neared a bar that seemed sort of low-key with everything else in the way. FPV stopped the driver.
FPV: Here, stop here.
Driver: You paying forty bucks just to get to a greasy little joint like this? You're crazy man.
Ignoring the driver, FPV got out of the cab, but not before handing him a fifty dollar bill, much to the drivers confusion.
FPV: Keep the change.
Turning his back on the cab, FPV strolled right on into the bar.
Man, they did not lie! This place is freaking bananas. On one end I see a bar brawl going on between two fat dudes. I can smell the scent of irish whiskey even from all the way over here. And on this end I see women on tables dancing with lassos. If this was any other night I'd join in on the fun, but I gotta' keep focused.
FPV took up a seat at the bar, paying no attention to the other nonsense going on. The bartender walked up to him, and empty glass in his hand.
Bartender: New here, I'm guessing.
FPV: I'm new everywhere I go, I travel alot.
Bartender: Hmmm, aight. What'll it be?
FPV: Jack Daniels, on the rocks will ya'?
Bartender: Sure thing...mister...?
FPV: Just call me Zach.
Great, I've resorted to lying to keep people from noticing me in public. Whatever, it had to be done in the name of my safety.
As FPV waited for his drink to arrive, he noticed another group of men surround a young women, clutching her purse to her chest.
Man #1: We a'int gonna' hurt ya', we just want ya green.
Woman: No, I'm not letting you mug me here, I have a life ya know!
Man #2: Too bad. We told we wouldn't hurt ya, but I'm guessing we should, aye Phil?
Phil: Rightcha' Angus. I say we start with the face!
FPV continued staring at them in disbelief that they were doing this in the open.
Petty criminals. Just like what they said. Shame, ever since I've faced Greenfever and Oblivion, every other criminal in the world besides the Norway gunman has paled in comparison. I couldn't take down those two freaks, but I'll be damned if I can't take care of these people. Two dead mooks, comming right up!
The bartender came back with FPV's drink, when he noticed him looking on at the crime.
Bartender: That there be the Buster Boys. They're two of the toughest people here, you wouldn't want to provoke them.
FPV: Meh, I've seen worse, they don't look so tough...
The two men stopped their actions and looked at the man who said it, as he took a sip of his drink. They slowly walked up to FPV until they were in his his face, yet he still refused to recognize them.
Angus: What did you just say?
FPV: You heard me right, you guys don't look so tough. I've fought murderers and psychos before. Compared to them you're just two cowards trying to pick on someone who a'int your own size. Makes me sick.
FPV knocked back another sip of Daniels, the two brothers were steaming.
Phil: You're gonna' regret you ever said that, me and Angus gonna' maim ya...starting NOW!!
The burly man cocked his fist back and hit FPV square in the jaw. Surprisingly, depsite the obvious pain in his face, FPV's head only slightly tilted back. There was dead silence in the bar, as everyone stopped to stare at what was happenning. FPV got off his barstool, turned around and looked Phil straight in the face, before returning his punch tenfold, knocking him backwards to the ground, before turning to Angus.
FPV: Come at me, bro.
Furious, Angus tried charinging into FPV, only to have the wrestler grab his arm and hoist him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry, before tossing him onto his brother, knocking both of the men out. FPV kicked them both slighly in the head to make sure they were knocked out, before walking over to the woman they were harrassing, who had been on the ground about to be gangbanged before FPV opened his mouth. He extended his hand towards her.
FPV: You okay, ma'am?
The woman graciously took his hand, and was lifted up to her feet.
Woman: Thank you mister! They've been on my case for two months now!
FPV: Well, by the looks of it I guess they'll stop coming to you from now on.
When I look at these two guys, I see punching bags. That's what these guys are to me. Warm-up for Adam and Russell. All of them are scum, and the two men I face Monday will befall a similar fate that these men have faced here tonight. But god do I need to finish that drink. I better go now.
Before she could say anything else, FPV walked back to his seat, and knocked back another large gulp. The woman, not to be left alone, walked up to an adjacent seat next to FPV that hadn't been knocked down, and gave him a bit of a flirtatious look. FPV smiled back, and finished his drink.
Meh, what's a little nookie gonna' do to harm my chances of winning this week, I deserve it!
FPV: Two more please!
