Jokes on You (GNW rp1)
Nov 6, 2021 22:10:12 GMT -5
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Post by franchiseface on Nov 6, 2021 22:10:12 GMT -5
“Do you seriously need to take that arm everywhere you go?”
Zelda Knite asked, slightly annoyed and a bit embarrassed that Steve carried Dylan Black’s severed metal arm with him to the grocery store.
“Absolutely. This thing has made my life so much better. Check out this amazing convenience.”
As he walked he reached the metal arm out in front of him and used it to push open the heavy glass doors seconds earlier than normal.
“What do you think about that?”
“You could open doors before you had that arm.“
“Yeah but now, every time I open a door, I get to think of the look on Dylan’s face when I ripped this thing off his body. This fills me with incredible joy, Zelda. Please don’t take it away from me.”
Zelda tried to be mad, but she just couldn’t keep it up.
“Oooh okay. You can carry it around. But only because it makes me think of his face too. He was all like…”
Zelda pulls her arm into her shirt and starts to look up in the air in mock fear.
“Ack nooo please.”
They both laugh together. Steve wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. They grab a grocery cart and Steve starts to set up so he’s using the metal arm to push but Zelda stops him.
“Uh, don’t worry I’ll push the cart.”
Steve manipulates the fingers into a thumbs up.
“Fine with me babe.”
Zelda just giggles a bit and shakes her head.
“Great.”
They take a couple steps and suddenly Steve’s phone rings.
“Oh shoot. Business calls, go ahead and get started and I’ll find you when I’m done.
Zelda nods and heads off and Steve answers his phone.
“Yo, I’m at the grocery store with my girlfriend.”
Steve stops to make sure Zelda was far enough away.
“Talk as long as you want, I hate shopping.”
“I got some bad news, sir. So the little boy you superkicked on the Tara Cruise…”
Steve nods.
“Hilarious. Continue.”
“His parents are talking about pressing charges…”
Steve just smiles.
“…on you, sir.”
His smile fades.
“Wait…that’s not funny….”
Zelda Knite asked, slightly annoyed and a bit embarrassed that Steve carried Dylan Black’s severed metal arm with him to the grocery store.
“Absolutely. This thing has made my life so much better. Check out this amazing convenience.”
As he walked he reached the metal arm out in front of him and used it to push open the heavy glass doors seconds earlier than normal.
“What do you think about that?”
“You could open doors before you had that arm.“
“Yeah but now, every time I open a door, I get to think of the look on Dylan’s face when I ripped this thing off his body. This fills me with incredible joy, Zelda. Please don’t take it away from me.”
Zelda tried to be mad, but she just couldn’t keep it up.
“Oooh okay. You can carry it around. But only because it makes me think of his face too. He was all like…”
Zelda pulls her arm into her shirt and starts to look up in the air in mock fear.
“Ack nooo please.”
They both laugh together. Steve wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. They grab a grocery cart and Steve starts to set up so he’s using the metal arm to push but Zelda stops him.
“Uh, don’t worry I’ll push the cart.”
Steve manipulates the fingers into a thumbs up.
“Fine with me babe.”
Zelda just giggles a bit and shakes her head.
“Great.”
They take a couple steps and suddenly Steve’s phone rings.
“Oh shoot. Business calls, go ahead and get started and I’ll find you when I’m done.
Zelda nods and heads off and Steve answers his phone.
“Yo, I’m at the grocery store with my girlfriend.”
Steve stops to make sure Zelda was far enough away.
“Talk as long as you want, I hate shopping.”
“I got some bad news, sir. So the little boy you superkicked on the Tara Cruise…”
Steve nods.
“Hilarious. Continue.”
“His parents are talking about pressing charges…”
Steve just smiles.
“…on you, sir.”
His smile fades.
“Wait…that’s not funny….”
“Ronald Long…”
He just rolls his eyes.
“Or whatever the hell your generic ass name is.”
We find the Face of the Franchise standing in front of the camera. The Openweight championship sparkled as it hung over his shoulder.
“You know, a lot of people who know me have labeled me a pretty laid back type of guy. Things generally don’t get to me very much. I’m really the type of guy who lets everything but the Top Championships just fall off my shoulder.”
He brushed off his shoulder that didn’t have a championship title on it and smirked.
“But I’ll tell you what….”
His fun loving grin starts to fade into a scowl.
“At the Great Northern War…”
He points to himself.
“I really cannot wait to whip Ronnie Longs ass.”
Steve rubs his hands together in eager anticipation.
“There is just something about his dime a dozen face, or maybe his holier than thou little attitude, but I’m really just counting down the days until I get to punch him in his pointy little head.”
Steve stops to think for a moment.
“I think what really set me off is that “he’s gone silent” crack. See that implies to me that I’m hiding. That I’m going away. Or even more, that I'd have something to be “afraid of”.”
He crosses his arms.
“Or some one?”
“Pfft.”
He just laughs.
“Listen tough guy, I have no reason to be afraid of you. Do you know that I fought pretty damn hard for this championship. If I wanted to turn around and quit, I would have done so when D got the best of me the first time. But instead I remained in the hunt. I went through three other men to capture this championship. If I were just going to “fade away” after I won it, I wouldn't have even tried in the first place.”
He steps forward.
“No way. I just won this bad boy. I aint going anywhere baby. I plan to defend this title against many and I sure as hell aint going to back down from a fat faced dipshit buzzkill that likes to try and decide what's funny and what isn't. See to tell the truth I have been anticipating my first defense for a while now. I know I speak big words and put a target on my back so I know that I have to come correct. I know that I have to show up at the Great Northern War and chainsaw right the hell through the opposition.”
He uses his hands to flop his perfect hair back behind his shoulders.
“Because that's what top guys do.”
He shifts the “Top” Championship over to his other shoulder.
“And Ronnie Long makes it really easy to get in that mindset. See, he thinks he has it in the bag because he was good twenty years ago. Well Ronaldo, I’m good right the hell now. And all those cracks about being overrated and over hyped are going to come back and haunt you next Tuesday when I step in that ring and slap you across the face.”
He holds his fiery glare for a few moments.
“I can’t wait, Long.”
He says through gritted teeth.
“I cant fuckin wait.”
“I’m gonna whip your old ass into assisted living you past your prime piece of shit. And the best part Ronnie, is after i'm done whipping your ass,, and I make you eat every word that you said one fist at a time, and hopefully you actually do drive into the ocean and never look back, and I retain my Openweight Championship, you’ll try to cry about whats funny and how good I am, but the joke will be on you.”
“When you have no choice but to admit im the better man…
Belt raised.
“And the champion.”
Fade.
