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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Jul 5, 2021 23:23:41 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Presents RIOT Tuesday, July 13th, 2021 LIVE from PWS Arena in New York, NY
Singles Match
Krash vs. Violet Amelia Holt
Deadline July 11th, 2021 at 11:59pm Eastern Maximum 5000 Minimum 300
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Post by Krash on Jul 7, 2021 19:25:03 GMT -5
(We see what appears to be terry cloth covering the lens as lights pass over it indicating we’re moving at a brisk speed as we hear a young man’s laboured breathing, we suddenly hear his chair screech to a halt as heavy clunking bootsteps make their way towards him.)
“CALLIE FOOKIN’ RENTON!?!?”
(All of a sudden the cloth comes flying off and we see the inside of an almost well-enough lit interior for a cave and we see Krash wince against the lights. His make-up still smeared, his gear still rank from the effort. This was not going to be one of his better nights as his half brother Mack “The Knife” McKane absolutely GLARES his baby blue eyes through his little brother as their older brother Kenny puts his hand on Mack’s shoulder and backs him up as Krash spits towards Mack.)
Krash: She’s got nothin’ to do with any of your bullshit...leave her alone.
Mack McKane: Oh! ME leave her alone! That’s rich...he’s hard-up tryin’ to shag the new bosses DAUGHTER while we’re on the brink of a war we sincerely DOUBT she gets! But ME leave her alone…
“That’s enough, love.”
(Mattie Cormier suddenly appears and cups Mack’s face in her hands.)
Mattie Cormier: You have to let him have his turn to speak. You don’t know this girl, Mi Amor! And you’ve seen how far apples can fall from trees…
Mack McKane: That’s different-
Mattie Cormier: That’s YOU, Papi.
(Mack brushes her cheek with a finger and smiles before cracking his neck and turning back to Krash.)
Mack McKane: Alright...s’hear it. D’you like the girl?
Krash: What would that have to do with anythi-
Kenny McKane: *bad German accent* DO YOU...LIKE...ZE GIRL!?!?
Krash: ...maybe...okay? Fuck it, fine, YES. YES I LIKE THE GIRL.
Mack McKane: ...then it’s YOUR job...to introduce her to our world...she has our protection now..
Krash: I...th-...thank you.
Mack McKane: Go on...go get’cher girl or whatever.
(Krash bounds out of his chair as we see Mattie pull Mack in for a quick kiss as everyone averts their eyes. She flutters a hand and everyone resumes what they were doing as Mack kisses the back of her hand like the Queen she seemingly now REALLY is!)
*CAR SCREECH*
“...WHAT THE FUCK DO I KNOW ABOUT TALKING TO GIRLS!?!?!?!?”
-Scene 2-
*Fwip*
“AAAAAAARGHHHHH!!!!”
“Right, that’s a tenner.”
(Suddenly the scene shoots back open where we see Krash with his hair in his hands...thankfully he wears it spiky anyway. He’s leaning halfway onto a bar with a half a Guinness between his arms as we see Mack walk back over and take a drink of his beer.)
Mack McKane: The lass oughta know how you feel by now. Thassa layup even fer YOU, innit Kobe?
Krash: It’s just different! Like I can unveil a battle cry and promise to write her a love note in the blood of my enemies...but when I see her one on one I feel like Stan from South Park whenever Wendy says hi and he just...he PUKES on her! Stan just PUKES on her, Mack!
Mack McKane: ...fuckin’ kids and yer cartoons and sugar cereals, we oughta leave this world behind.
Krash: I can’t help it! What the fuck is wrong with me! And for the record...I totally WOULD have written her the love letter in blood but SOMEONE decided they had to BASH me in the face from behind!
Kenny McKane:...well now who coulda done tha-
Mack McKane: I’ve no idea. *slooooow, audible slurp of his beer*
Krash: ...IswearI’mgonnasma-
(As a distraction, Mack quickly throws his dart and we hear another blood curdling scream...they’re in the “bar” section of Mack’s underground scene as the camera pans around and we see a shaky middle aged man duct taped to the wall with a chessboard drawn on his chest and stomach. He has four darts hanging out of him.)
Krash: ...what’s the point of this? Who IS this dude?
Mack McKane: ‘fraid we’re not at liberty to say as to save this man’s life.
Krash: What do you mea-
Kenny McKane: *snarling* He followed Katie through the grocery store hitting on her and making her uncomfortable the whole time.
Krash: He didn’t.
Mack McKane: ‘Fraid so.
(Krash looks at both brothers bewildered as he grabs one of the darts sticking out of the top of the bar and he walks over to the bleeding, gagged man as he slaps him around.)
Krash: ...hey pretty boy...you like creepin’ on mom’s in grocery stores huh?
Man: MMMM-MMMMM-MMMMM
(Krash rips out the mans gag as the man screams in pain as he was biting hard into it.)
Krash : Now...once more for the boys in the back, shall we? Did you...or did you not...skeeve out my brother’s ladyfriend?
Man: I-I-I swear I didn’t know! I-I didn’t know! I’m sorry! Oh GOD I’m sorry!
Krash: ...fuckin’ sorry? SORRY?
Mack McKane: Eeeeeasy sport-o!
(Krash suddenly flashes back and gets in Mack’s face)
Krash: And that’s the last time you call me “Sport-o” or “Cap’n” or ‘Chief” or any of THAT bullshit, capiche?
Mack McKane: Fine. Just makin’ sure you lived up to the...Krash.
Krash: Oh I’ll show you. Y’know what? You may have gotten on your little horse and ridden off into the sunset but I KNOW you watched it last week. I KNOW you know he’s out there. So I’m gonna be at that next show...and I’m gonna make myself REAL easy to find.
Mack McKane: Oh yeah? How you figure that one?
Krash: There’s this chick there...all spooky and bullshit, wouldn’t be surprised if he shows up to scout her. And when he does...he’s gonna see her trying her best to stay outta my fuckin’ way.
Mack McKane: ...wait THAT’S where you went!?
Krash: It’s already booked. Krash vs Violet Amelia Holt.
Mack McKane: ...why the fookin’ seven Hells would you put people through that?
Krash: I figured I could start out-...wait, WHAT?
Mack McKane: Well who are you then!? Fuck all you done? Who’s this little shite what thinks she knows crazy? Who the bloody fuckin’ fuckstick of a priest at church camp let you two wanks think you can take time up on MY show!? FUCK!
(With that, Mack angrily chugs the rest of his Guinness, blindly throws the rest of his three darts all at once, and storms out.)
Krash: ...can you...BELIEVE…
Kenny McKane: Easy now kid...are you gonna take it the way it HIT? Or the way he MEANT it?
Krash: ...some Harry Potter and the Audacity of This Bitch, shit in here...motherfucker gonna blow up on ME?
Kenny McKane: We know you’re good at hurting YOURSELF but for the love of God could you hurt your OPPONENT for once!
Krash: YES SHE DESERVES TO DIE AND I HOPE DEY BURN IN HEYULL!!!
Kenny McKane: ...what the f-
Krash: This MAY be Guinness #4…
Kenny McKane: ...WELL!?
Krash: Well what?
(Kenny has grabbed the microphone they use for karaoke and as the slightly offkey for copyright reasons weak track of “Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond starts playing.)
Kenny McKane: POP OFF, QUEEN! TELL HER! Tell that crazy bitch what happens when ya cross REAL crazy bitches!
(Krash looks at the mic in his hand and winces against the song in the background. Before he finally snaps to reality, ope there goes Rabbit, he-...you get it.)
Krash: Violet Amelia Holt...you dense little tramp. You don’t quite fathom, no pun intended, just how deep the waters you’ve just been dragged to are. You don’t know...the first thing about being “troubled”...or “unstable” or “VIOLENT” or a “MENACE TO SOCIETY” but LET’S pretend, VAH! That’s more accurate. Your initials are an exclamation an upset Jewish grandfather screams when your sisters new boyfriend isn’t Kosher.
Kenny McKane: OY VEY! *glass shatters*
Krash: Is it bad...Viles? Is it bad that I wanted you to be every ounce the poison you lead yourself on to be? Is it bad that if I have to face down the knowledge...that I couldn’t beat a scrub like you...I would welcome you pouring venom over me until I perish because the day I lose to you is the day God stops turning a blind eye to Michigan.
Kenny McKane: LESS POLITICAL!
Krash: SPELL POLITICAL!
Kenny McKane: ...TOUCHE’!
Krash: See I didn’t grow up with the fear of any Carnival...or Nexus...or Cerberus...the only fear I knew was doused by the rage I felt hearing about these so called “brothers” of mine making a mint doing moves with HALF the danger I’d be willing to dole out! So let’s find out, hmm? Big bad Synner man done come back ‘round the bend. Let’s FIND OUT...how good I am. Whattya say Violet!? You and me. See cause a MESSAGE...needs to be SENT...and I don’t like to strike women, I would never...in any good conscience slap a whore...but in this case...they got the right prick on the right day with the right dollar sign. ‘Cause see...chicks don’t DIG broke dudes. They dig brokEN dudes! And as long as I’m not Broken? I’ll never be broke, then. You see what I’m saying? There is NOBODY...as tough...as tenacious...as pissed off to prove themselves as ME right now! If I’m not the MAIN match, I want to be the FIRST match! I will TAKE your brass ring! I will REACH the end of Level 8-5!!! AND I WILL CHOP YOU IN HALF WITH A FUCKING AXE AND FEED YOUR REMAINS TO THE JUMPING LAVA TOADSTOOLS BELOW!
Kenny McKane: TAAAAAKE A STEP BACK…
Krash: No! I’m sick of being overlooked just because of who YOU guys associate with! You think any of those Russows would throw a glass of water on me if I was on fire? Huh? How’boutyou?
Kenny McKane: You’re gonna get your chance to find out…
Krash: No...c’mon there’s GOT to be a better training spot than there!!!
Kenny McKane: Not for YOUR money!
Krash: Sonuvabi-...fine...but I’m drivin’
Kenny McKane: Uhhh...that’s okay Mr. Guinness #4. I got this.
FRIENDS DON’T LET FRIENDS DRIVE DRUNK
"GI JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!"
(Fade to Black)
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Post by Violet Amelia Holt on Jul 11, 2021 22:40:33 GMT -5
It's nearly five in the morning as the sun is just starting to rise over the Eastern horizon. Violet Amelia Holt is already up as the sound of heavy grunting fills the two bed room apartment that Violet is renting in New York City. Her pinkish blonde hair is tied up in a sharp ponytail as sweat just pours down her face. A puddle forms underneath her cheek as she sits on top of her elbows while keeping her back and legs straight. Her little sister Shelby is standing in the door way holding an apple in her hand while cocking an eyebrow.
Shelby: What in the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea what time it is?
Violet: I don't care Shelby. I have a match to prepare for in Apex. Apparently, I'm facing some idiot who thinks because he wears face paint and does stupid stunts that he knows crazy. I guess me nearly snapping a man's arm off his body for no reason doesn't qualify me as being crazy.
Shelby takes a bite of her apple as Violet shoots herself back up to her feet. Her body is caked in sweat as she walks over to her night stand and picks up a bottle of water. She twists the cap off as Shelby swallows her bits of apple.
Shelby: Oh, you are talking about that guy who calls himself Krash. The guy who doesn't even know what day it is half the time. I wonder if he is taking you lightly because you are a girl. Some guys are like that. They don't believe a girl or woman can fight like them.
Violet laughs.
Violet: I hope this sad fuck isn't underestimating me. Because that would be stupid on his part. I know my record here in Apex isn't the best but I'm not going to back down from anyone. If this guy wants to know how hard I hit then he will know the moment I land my first punch across his jaw. If he wants to turn this into a fight of the crazies then he will regret it.
Shelby: He doesn't think you are more pissed off than him. I think he is just begging someone to put him out of his misery.
Violet places the bottle down and proceeds to crack her knuckles.
Violet: Pissed? I know for a fact that no one is more pissed off than me. I have a pig of a man trying to ask me out repeatedly then I an facing an idiot with a clown facade. I swear to God that if this Krash fucker wants to get his head planted firmly into the canvas then I will make sure he gets what he wants. I don't need to tell you what I am going to do against you. I'm just going to do it. No warning signs needed. The Five feet of crazy is ready to unleash hell. Krash will be the one who sets it off.
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