Post by Hatchet Gully on Apr 24, 2021 0:30:06 GMT
They wait in those isolated places that the world ignores in the dead of night. It is in a pocket of a shadow tucked away from the public. The only things that go in and out are merchandise, trash, and employees. It is only destiny that allows these two to be able to get in. It is only for Tony's Cheap Pops. When they finally open the door A$hley looks at a slip of paper and quickly punches in the alarm code before sticking the paper back in her bra. The cameraman seems reluctant to enter before they push him on with a Get In. Hatchet Gully goes skulking in while A$hley addresses the audience.
"We just need to say something, yeah? Fook all those dogs. They don't know the struggle! I mean, they are used to struggling, but they don't know the struggle to be this good. 'ow many times 'as this man shown up ready for action in full fookin' regalia? Tip top shape, and the attitude to back that bod up? Every time! Only to get this? We ain't takin' it anymore!"
She points a finger that follows Hatchet Gully as he heads straight for the skating area. With a press of a switch A$hley illuminates the space with all the lights and colors of a nightmare on an acid trip. She runs off to get some skates as Hatchet Gully sits on top of the side rail looking over the scene and wonders about the state of things.
"Listen here, Jimmy. You're a kid, which means you're probably an annoying little snot, but I'll try and talk to you like a human being. That's how you grow into a man. It's lessons and guidance. Those are important in these troubling times. I know that the world has gone to hell now but challenges like these are the things that help us grow. What is it they say? A shiny new suit of armor has never had his metal tested? You want the one tha't all dented and... busted? Hold up, is that right?"
He calls out to A$hley and she flies out of the back with a bottle of beer in one hand and sprays paint in the other. She comes onto the special 3d floor with all the grace of a trashy figure skater.
"Yeah that's how it goes. They've not 'ad their metal tested."
Hatchet waves this off cursing weird ass England under his breath.
"What matters, Jimmy, is that you're gonna see this at your big event. Some people are definitely gon' have their tested metal. I been hungry lately and the competition so far hasn't been up to snuff even if they talk all the shit in the world in aggressive manners. Threats? Unfulfilled. Advancement? Impossible. But I think I know what I gotta do, Jimmy, in order to make your party real special for everyone involved. Just look at this place. United Skates of America! The state of the art..."
Hatchet rubs his hands together as A$hley bends over and skates backward as she sprays paints the floor.
"First I gotta make an example of Babatunde. I see that subtle message, Tony been sending about black on black crime through me, but this dude is a foreigner. It don't even work like that. So anyway if Babatunde think his little win with his girl makes him ready for someone like me, then he mistaken. Mayfair's a scary fool, to be sure, but he is a misfit. Now you're going against a top dog. I ain't gonna be embarrassed like that. I've been ready for a proper fight for a while, now that I know so called tough guys can't deliver. So maybe your goofy Coming to America ass can deliver something. I know you ain't even fight tigers and lions and shit over there. I'll show you somethin' new in this ring. You're gonna see how a real beast behaves when they're starvin' for something."
He keeps stern eye contact. A$hley giggles after she finishes scribbling 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMMY!' on the skate floor. She skates up to Gully and he stops her in his arms. He takes a drink and spits it out on the floor.
"As for you, Tony. It seems the only way to get your attention is to mess with you directly. So this right here is just the beginning. Expect bigger things from us, fool. We will get ahead, despite you, one way or another."
"We just need to say something, yeah? Fook all those dogs. They don't know the struggle! I mean, they are used to struggling, but they don't know the struggle to be this good. 'ow many times 'as this man shown up ready for action in full fookin' regalia? Tip top shape, and the attitude to back that bod up? Every time! Only to get this? We ain't takin' it anymore!"
She points a finger that follows Hatchet Gully as he heads straight for the skating area. With a press of a switch A$hley illuminates the space with all the lights and colors of a nightmare on an acid trip. She runs off to get some skates as Hatchet Gully sits on top of the side rail looking over the scene and wonders about the state of things.
"Listen here, Jimmy. You're a kid, which means you're probably an annoying little snot, but I'll try and talk to you like a human being. That's how you grow into a man. It's lessons and guidance. Those are important in these troubling times. I know that the world has gone to hell now but challenges like these are the things that help us grow. What is it they say? A shiny new suit of armor has never had his metal tested? You want the one tha't all dented and... busted? Hold up, is that right?"
He calls out to A$hley and she flies out of the back with a bottle of beer in one hand and sprays paint in the other. She comes onto the special 3d floor with all the grace of a trashy figure skater.
"Yeah that's how it goes. They've not 'ad their metal tested."
Hatchet waves this off cursing weird ass England under his breath.
"What matters, Jimmy, is that you're gonna see this at your big event. Some people are definitely gon' have their tested metal. I been hungry lately and the competition so far hasn't been up to snuff even if they talk all the shit in the world in aggressive manners. Threats? Unfulfilled. Advancement? Impossible. But I think I know what I gotta do, Jimmy, in order to make your party real special for everyone involved. Just look at this place. United Skates of America! The state of the art..."
Hatchet rubs his hands together as A$hley bends over and skates backward as she sprays paints the floor.
"First I gotta make an example of Babatunde. I see that subtle message, Tony been sending about black on black crime through me, but this dude is a foreigner. It don't even work like that. So anyway if Babatunde think his little win with his girl makes him ready for someone like me, then he mistaken. Mayfair's a scary fool, to be sure, but he is a misfit. Now you're going against a top dog. I ain't gonna be embarrassed like that. I've been ready for a proper fight for a while, now that I know so called tough guys can't deliver. So maybe your goofy Coming to America ass can deliver something. I know you ain't even fight tigers and lions and shit over there. I'll show you somethin' new in this ring. You're gonna see how a real beast behaves when they're starvin' for something."
He keeps stern eye contact. A$hley giggles after she finishes scribbling 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMMY!' on the skate floor. She skates up to Gully and he stops her in his arms. He takes a drink and spits it out on the floor.
"As for you, Tony. It seems the only way to get your attention is to mess with you directly. So this right here is just the beginning. Expect bigger things from us, fool. We will get ahead, despite you, one way or another."