Post by Hatchet Gully on Mar 8, 2021 0:22:34 GMT
The small amount of press feels the rumble in their hearts first before they see it. It starts with the shaking of water in a glass and then the cheap plastic decorations around the blue carpet. Next they hear it as a bumping beat blares out of a car stereo barely audible under the roaring of a dozen motorcycles. They all look out onto the street as an all black motorcycle club oozes down towards the venue. At the end of the line is Hatchet Gully in a jeep with A$hley Quid sitting on top of the passenger seat. They are dressed to the nines in a dark camo tuxedo and glittering low cut dress. They step out onto the blue carpet that A$hley looks at with disgust before stepping on it. The bikers make a round of the block. Hatchet Gully starts to walk off to make his way in until A$hley stops him to make him take some pictures and do the media walk. He looks over at the line and shakes his head.
“Alright all of you better come around and share this. Huddle up I ain’t gonna repeat myself. Yeah, c’mon now.”
“Oi!” A$hley taps his arm and stays back.
“Fine… finish taking your pictures then huddle up.”
Hatchet waits until the reporters get together except for one guy staying on A$hley until he catches Gully’s glare. He comes into the fold.
“This been a long time comin’. Hatchet Gully against Santana Johnson. Last time I promised a whole bunch of shit. I was expecting it myself. You saw how that led to a whole bunch of nothin’. This time I ain’t gettin’ nobody’s hopes up just in case. Who knows what can happen to the man this time. He can get stabbed by some random person he runs up on for no reason. He can die of old age cause he ain’t foolin’ nobody with that plastic surgery. Or he can get infected by a piece of crap left in his skin from fighting with those bums all around the world.
“And that’s being generous and taking the blame out of his hands. It might just be like last time and he will be actively avoiding this fight. Santana’s dumb ass just might forget and go off chasing white ghosts in the city or go on collecting a debt his brain makes up for. All I know is that I ain’t fooled anymore. All that talk is nothing to me no more. Nobody is afraid of him. Nobody has died from a Santana match and I already got enough damage done on myself to be afraid of another human.”
He looks at each person in the eyes and at their shock.
“I know he got y’all fooled cause he talks a big game but he’s just loud. That’s his first weapon to scare off people and put them off their game. I have seen people like him all my life. It’s like a bubble they put over themselves and when someone steps up anyway, it goes pop just like their ego. He’ll give chase and I won’t run. He owes me and I’m not someone you want to be in debt with. I’ll be right here and I’ll be damned if I let Santana get me shook. It’s time to shut that man up for a time and I’m the one to do it.”
The one guy that keeps taking pictures of A$hley starts to go astray again and motions for her to pose and Hatchet grabs his arm that is holding his camera. He speaks right to him.
“And it’s one thing I hate is being ignored. I am booked on a main event and I want all the smoke. I got nothin’ so now I’m coming to beat his old ass up. To you all he’s some demented freak but all I see is a broken man with dementia. And who ain’t used to having to be ready to get rolled up on. That’s why I always got one on me so let’s see him try some shit. That’s normal where I come from so he ain’t gonna mess with my head. I’m just as game as he is and he’s gonna feel real dismissive when I’m spitting on his unconscious body after I beat him. Fuck Santana and all his clout. I’m coming for revenge.”
He pushes the guy back and grabs A$hley by the arm to make their way in.
“Alright all of you better come around and share this. Huddle up I ain’t gonna repeat myself. Yeah, c’mon now.”
“Oi!” A$hley taps his arm and stays back.
“Fine… finish taking your pictures then huddle up.”
Hatchet waits until the reporters get together except for one guy staying on A$hley until he catches Gully’s glare. He comes into the fold.
“This been a long time comin’. Hatchet Gully against Santana Johnson. Last time I promised a whole bunch of shit. I was expecting it myself. You saw how that led to a whole bunch of nothin’. This time I ain’t gettin’ nobody’s hopes up just in case. Who knows what can happen to the man this time. He can get stabbed by some random person he runs up on for no reason. He can die of old age cause he ain’t foolin’ nobody with that plastic surgery. Or he can get infected by a piece of crap left in his skin from fighting with those bums all around the world.
“And that’s being generous and taking the blame out of his hands. It might just be like last time and he will be actively avoiding this fight. Santana’s dumb ass just might forget and go off chasing white ghosts in the city or go on collecting a debt his brain makes up for. All I know is that I ain’t fooled anymore. All that talk is nothing to me no more. Nobody is afraid of him. Nobody has died from a Santana match and I already got enough damage done on myself to be afraid of another human.”
He looks at each person in the eyes and at their shock.
“I know he got y’all fooled cause he talks a big game but he’s just loud. That’s his first weapon to scare off people and put them off their game. I have seen people like him all my life. It’s like a bubble they put over themselves and when someone steps up anyway, it goes pop just like their ego. He’ll give chase and I won’t run. He owes me and I’m not someone you want to be in debt with. I’ll be right here and I’ll be damned if I let Santana get me shook. It’s time to shut that man up for a time and I’m the one to do it.”
The one guy that keeps taking pictures of A$hley starts to go astray again and motions for her to pose and Hatchet grabs his arm that is holding his camera. He speaks right to him.
“And it’s one thing I hate is being ignored. I am booked on a main event and I want all the smoke. I got nothin’ so now I’m coming to beat his old ass up. To you all he’s some demented freak but all I see is a broken man with dementia. And who ain’t used to having to be ready to get rolled up on. That’s why I always got one on me so let’s see him try some shit. That’s normal where I come from so he ain’t gonna mess with my head. I’m just as game as he is and he’s gonna feel real dismissive when I’m spitting on his unconscious body after I beat him. Fuck Santana and all his clout. I’m coming for revenge.”
He pushes the guy back and grabs A$hley by the arm to make their way in.