Post by Hatchet Gully on Nov 28, 2020 2:47:56 GMT
“As long as greed be stronger than passion, there will always be suffering!”
“It don’t go like that, girl.”
“Wot? I read it on Pinterest. So it’s the truth!”
“Let’s just get this over with.”
From the darkness, they emerge from the back of their kiosk into the throngs of shoppers in the Mallplex. A$hley Quid rolls out her cookies on a tray and sets them up on the counter while Hatchet Gully goes to sit on the side of the kiosk looking at all the people around them, making sure to grill the men glancing at A$hley as she comes forward to check out the setup.
“Why you gotta wear that uniform for?”
A$hley points at the sign up top.
“It’s Strip & Bake. We aren’t just gonna sell for Tony, might as well get our girls on.”
“Wasn’t this about sunglasses?”
“As you saw, I make the rules around ‘ere. Just got to sweet talk that Tony and I can do anything. He was so miffed about that last match but look at us. We’re main eventin’ and all that. Besides, now that the club is dead the girls are freelance. I promised 'em work so this will do.”
When she is satisfied everything looks good, she turns to pass out flyers to the people passing by. One of them is for the cookies with questionably dressed strippers holding them and the other is for Cheap Pops with Hatchet Gully and Santana on them. A few people, mostly men, slow down and stop by for a free sample. One of them chuckles at A$hley.
“Where can I get a free sample of you?”
Hatchet Gully slams his phone down on the display and walks up to him but A$hley gets in his way.
“Alright, love. You can get a lil’ peek of me at Cheap Pops Wrestling. I’ll be out with my man here as he takes on a brute of a man, Santana. Someone may very well die in this one!”
She squeezes Hatchet’s hand to remind him about the mission. He sighs and steps back.
“Ye-yeah. You want to see some shit on Black Friday. Come watch some Black Violence.”
He stops and thinks about what he just said for a moment as A$hley covers her face with her palm, but he recovers addressing the crowd now.
“It’s getting crazy out there. After being on lockdown for a time people are ready to scratch out of their skin. Y’all ready to lash out and do something crazy, right. Y’all don’t know what real lockdown is. I’ve been on real lockdown and I got a real itch to scratch. I know y’all have seen Santana rampaging around like a virus. Talkin’ loud about stabbin’ and cuttin’ fools up like some hobo on public transport. He’s 2020 all rolled up into a package of a deathmatch wrestler. I mean, that type of style is legit. Raging on that is typical. What I’m raging on is this mans took all the stereotypes and put it out on the forefront as his whole personality. You can’t throw a rock in wrestling today without hitting one of him anyway.”
A$hley goes to the back of the kiosk as the crowd gathers and brings out some of the girls in the same skimpy uniform to hand out samples and flyers. Gully keeps talking with the strength of a politician.
“Now that I’m out I got no problem comin’ against the likes of a Santana. I say ‘A Santana’ cause he a stereotype. Talk loud and make them cower. I seen plenty of him on the inside. They the type to get advice about prison from a movie and try to take someone on their first day. More often than not, they get shown their true selves quick. The biggest drawback about lockdown ain’t fake tough men like him. It’s really the unending boredom. And no amount of plastic surgery gon’ fix that. Fountain of youth my ass…Anyway I’m the truth. Y’all want some entertainment then come see me take this fool out. I’m back and I’m puttin’ a stop to this momentum Santana trying to limp his old ass on. I’m Hatchet Gully the gully hatchet. Come Black Friday to this here mall and get the cure to your woes. I’m taking the old ass bully out and claimin’ my spot at the top of this industry again. Now buy some cookies and move the fuck on.”
He sits and they swarm.
“It don’t go like that, girl.”
“Wot? I read it on Pinterest. So it’s the truth!”
“Let’s just get this over with.”
From the darkness, they emerge from the back of their kiosk into the throngs of shoppers in the Mallplex. A$hley Quid rolls out her cookies on a tray and sets them up on the counter while Hatchet Gully goes to sit on the side of the kiosk looking at all the people around them, making sure to grill the men glancing at A$hley as she comes forward to check out the setup.
“Why you gotta wear that uniform for?”
A$hley points at the sign up top.
“It’s Strip & Bake. We aren’t just gonna sell for Tony, might as well get our girls on.”
“Wasn’t this about sunglasses?”
“As you saw, I make the rules around ‘ere. Just got to sweet talk that Tony and I can do anything. He was so miffed about that last match but look at us. We’re main eventin’ and all that. Besides, now that the club is dead the girls are freelance. I promised 'em work so this will do.”
When she is satisfied everything looks good, she turns to pass out flyers to the people passing by. One of them is for the cookies with questionably dressed strippers holding them and the other is for Cheap Pops with Hatchet Gully and Santana on them. A few people, mostly men, slow down and stop by for a free sample. One of them chuckles at A$hley.
“Where can I get a free sample of you?”
Hatchet Gully slams his phone down on the display and walks up to him but A$hley gets in his way.
“Alright, love. You can get a lil’ peek of me at Cheap Pops Wrestling. I’ll be out with my man here as he takes on a brute of a man, Santana. Someone may very well die in this one!”
She squeezes Hatchet’s hand to remind him about the mission. He sighs and steps back.
“Ye-yeah. You want to see some shit on Black Friday. Come watch some Black Violence.”
He stops and thinks about what he just said for a moment as A$hley covers her face with her palm, but he recovers addressing the crowd now.
“It’s getting crazy out there. After being on lockdown for a time people are ready to scratch out of their skin. Y’all ready to lash out and do something crazy, right. Y’all don’t know what real lockdown is. I’ve been on real lockdown and I got a real itch to scratch. I know y’all have seen Santana rampaging around like a virus. Talkin’ loud about stabbin’ and cuttin’ fools up like some hobo on public transport. He’s 2020 all rolled up into a package of a deathmatch wrestler. I mean, that type of style is legit. Raging on that is typical. What I’m raging on is this mans took all the stereotypes and put it out on the forefront as his whole personality. You can’t throw a rock in wrestling today without hitting one of him anyway.”
A$hley goes to the back of the kiosk as the crowd gathers and brings out some of the girls in the same skimpy uniform to hand out samples and flyers. Gully keeps talking with the strength of a politician.
“Now that I’m out I got no problem comin’ against the likes of a Santana. I say ‘A Santana’ cause he a stereotype. Talk loud and make them cower. I seen plenty of him on the inside. They the type to get advice about prison from a movie and try to take someone on their first day. More often than not, they get shown their true selves quick. The biggest drawback about lockdown ain’t fake tough men like him. It’s really the unending boredom. And no amount of plastic surgery gon’ fix that. Fountain of youth my ass…Anyway I’m the truth. Y’all want some entertainment then come see me take this fool out. I’m back and I’m puttin’ a stop to this momentum Santana trying to limp his old ass on. I’m Hatchet Gully the gully hatchet. Come Black Friday to this here mall and get the cure to your woes. I’m taking the old ass bully out and claimin’ my spot at the top of this industry again. Now buy some cookies and move the fuck on.”
He sits and they swarm.