Post by Declan Prescott on Aug 6, 2010 4:21:21 GMT -5
If you were a fucking retard you would say the band was together or something equally as shitty. No one in the room would notice. Declan Prescott sat on the dining table, his legs casually dangling over the side. Daniel Hanson leaned against the back wall, which was made entirely of crystal clean glass, his head hunched awkwardly and his arms uncomfortably folded. Andy Savana restlessly paced back and forth, across the Miami hotel room’s living area. The mysterious companion, in his trademark black shades, stood gruffly to Savana’s side, shaking his head disapprovingly.
“Prescott,” the shaded man said in his thick Australian accent. “Does your buddy here have an off switch? Because I’ve had just about all I can fucking take.”
“I don’t give a shit what you take!” Savana spat fiercely. “You weren’t at In Your Hands!”
“Yes, I know,” the shaded man patronisingly sighed. “The big, bad bullies beat you black and blue. It’s a tragic story and not clichéd at all, I’m sure. But the fact remains that your concerns do not lie with the TWiSTeD Twins. Those two don’t fill up our fry pan or however that saying goes.”
“Fuck off!” Savana now hissed, grabbing the shaded man by the collar, with both trembling fists.
“Am I going to have to make Prescott keep you on a leash?” the man calmly yawned.
Savana forcefully shoved the shaded man into the glass, gaining no reaction. “I’m not going to stand for this! Hastings and Roberts are going to pay for what they did to us!”
The man made a swift growling noise, before advancing on Savana, pushing his shaded face as close as possible to the Saint’s. “No,” he said plainly.
“Fuck you!” Andy returned with venom. “You can’t tell me what to do! When Synergy comes back I’m going to teach Hastings and Roberts a lesson and you can’t stop me!”
“We’ll momentarily leave aside the fact there are a million ways I could stop you, most involving the removal of your testicles,” the man began. “And instead focus on why I shouldn’t have to. You see, Savana, you’re a champion now. It’s not something you’re used to, I’m aware, so I’ll take this time to explain to you what the concept entails. As soon as the two of you won the Cooperative Championship, you took on certain responsibilities. It’s now your job to bring those belts esteem. To make them something worth giving two fucks about. You put your retarded righteousness aside and you promote both yourselves and those gold straps to your adoring fans. The people that pay your cheques. The people who decide the design of your destiny. You don’t go wasting your time in some half-arsed attempt at revenge.”
“I get paid in cash,” Savana smirked, his nails now digging into his palms so harshly they were drawing blood.
“Our shady friend is right,” Declan finally spoke, examining the Cooperative Championship belt sitting on his lap. “More hate won’t solve anything. We accomplished something at In Your Hands, Andy. Can’t that be enough for now?”
Andy barged toward Declan and ripped the gold encrusted belt from The Darkest Light’s possession. Savana angrily clutched the title in front of his partner’s face. “No, it can’t be Declan! What do you think we did at that show? What do you think our victory meant? Roberts threw the match! He knew he couldn’t beat us, without Tyvola, so he gave up! He made it look like he didn’t even care! He made our win against him worthless! He robbed what we earned! I can’t take that, Declan. I won’t let him and Hastings get away with it! If I have to do it by myself I will! Why do you want to play by this guy’s rules, anyway? It’s not like you, Declan.”
“It’s not that he wants to,” the man interjected lazily. “It’s because he knows I’ll grape his wife to death if he doesn’t.”
The title belt fell limply from Savana’s hands, as Hanson made an involuntary spluttering sound. Andy, mouth hanging open and eyes wide and watery, turned to the shaded man, before looking back at Declan. The Darkest Light, a grim smile, placed one hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“I promise you, Andy,” Prescott began. “Before it’s all over, we will make Travis and Donovan pay for everything they’ve done. But we’re not going to go charging in, thinking with out fists instead of our heads. When we strike – and we will – it will be on our terms and it will be a blow they won’t recover from. In the mean time, we need to remain calm and be patient until the right timing presents itself. Will you do that? For me?”
Andy took Declan’s hand and grasped it firmly in a crushing shake. He then spoke, sincerity in his voice. “I’ve got your back, Declan.”
“Not yet…” the mentor instructed calmly, his ice blue eyes focused only on the river. “Not yet… almost… NOW!!!”
The boy charged his makeshift spear full force into the freshly cold, deep blue water. He just as quickly removed it, a small, silver fish sitting impaled and lifeless on the end.
“I did it!” he squealed with delight. “That’s my third one today! Thankyou so much for teaching me Leader Declan!”
“You’re very welcome,” the mentor replied. “Just don’t tell the fishers about this. The way you’re developing they might get afraid you’ll replace them!”
The boy giggled and wrapped his small arms around his friend, hugging him tightly. Declan smiled, embracing the boy with a single, powerful arm.
“I’m going to take these home and give to Mother Tyler!” the boy exclaimed, gathering his four catches in his bark-made bag, before stopping instantly. A frown twinged on his face, before he removed the largest fish and extended it to Declan. “This one is for you, Leader Declan. It’s the biggest one I caught and I want you to have it.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Talal,” Declan returned, smiling kindly. “But it is not necessary. You earned that fish yourself and it is yours to do with as you wish.”
“I know,” Talal assured his mentor. “Which is why I can give it to you if I want and I do. And if you refuse you will insult me. Besides, I want you to show Leader Cara what an impressive fisher I am!”
Declan chuckled, before taking the prize from Talal and placing it in his own pack. “Thankyou very much, Talal. You are a good student. Though I had not realised you had become so talented with words, as well as fish!”
“Ha!” Talal laughed. “You have taught me more than you realise, Leader Declan. I am glad The Power brought you to us.”
“I came here of my own will, Talal. The Power simply allowed me entrance. It is an important distinction.”
“Ah,” Talal replied, seemingly losing a touch of his eagerness. “I’m sorry. I still have much to learn in the ways of The Power.”
“And you have plenty of time to learn,” Declan reassured him. “You’re only 8 years old. The day will come when your knowledge of this world far surpasses mine.”
“Never!” Talal objected, his brow furrowing defensively. “You come from the Outer World, Leader Declan! Mother Tyler and Father Hassan will never allow me to go there! No matter how much I plead…” the boy’s head sunk and his eyes filled with sadness.
“There will a come a time when that decision is yours to make, rather than theirs,” Declan replied, placing a hand reassuringly on the boy’s shoulder. “But until then you must accept their decision, even if you do not understand it. It is a practice all children must obey. Even I, in the Outer World, was subjected to the same rules.”
“It just seems like such a long time,” Talal spoke, a tone of acceptance ebbing into his words. “And I am so eager to learn of the Outer World. The stories you and the other New Chosen recount are wonderful! Though that reminds me… Leader Declan, what does ‘paradise’ mean?”
“Excuse me?” Declan quipped, taken aback by the conversation’s sudden shift in focus.
“It is a word I heard my father say the other day. He said all the Chosen need to defend the paradise we have found. But what does that mean?”
“Hmm,” Declan began, crossing his arms and staring into the pool of gentle, flowing water before him. “Paradise is different for everyone. When someone finds paradise it means they are happy with their life. They are in a situation where they feel content. Where they have achieved everything they need to. Some would say paradise is a place waiting to be discovered, but such notions are too simplistic. Paradise must be created by humans, it is not something given to us.”
“Are you in paradise, Leader Declan?” Talal inquired, a hint of concern in his words.
Declan turned his gaze back to the boy. “Indeed,” his smile grew broad, though a sense of emptiness still lingered in his eyes. “Tell me Talal, did you hear what your father said we have to defend paradise from?”
“No,” the boy shrugged. “I was just running past with Dalton and Bjorn.”
“I see,” Declan nodded. “Thankyou again for the fish, I think it will take some convincing in order for Cara to believe you caught it. ‘How could a boy even lift such a large fish?’ I imagine she will ask.”
“You must convince her!” Talal exclaimed. “Otherwise she will think liars of us both!”
“Do not fear,” Declan chuckled. “If I am unable to convince her we’ll just have to take her fishing with us next time and she can see your skills for herself.”
“Haha!” Talal bellowed. “She would be amazed by our fishing!”
“Just make sure you don’t make me look too bad next to you, okay? Now you best return to the village, Tyler will be eager to see your catch.”
“I will,” Talal agreed, slinging his back over his shoulder. “But do not fear embarrassment. I have seen you and Leader Cara together. She loves you very much and would not abandon you, even if you were the worst fisher in the village. Thankyou again, Leader Declan and I will see you at our next lesson!”
The boy ran up the mossy, grass covered hill, back toward the village. Declan removed one of his gloves and dipped a single finger into the water. The cold numbed it upon touch. He cast his gaze to the mountains surrounding the valley on every side. The Garden Of Eden hidden deep in the heart of the Himalayan mountain range.
Had he lied to Talal? This place, this community, this paradise, Declan had discovered. No, not a lie. He now had a responsibility to help maintain it. To contribute good to it. To assist in making the lives of those who had taken him in better. But to defend it?
“Outsiders,” Declan whispered to his fish.
Two men made their way down a sterile, white hallway. They moved past many wooden doors, either side, ignoring them all. The first man’s hair was stylishly gelled in an ‘I don’t care’ manner, he wore sky blue jeans, with a casual red collared shirt, the long sleeves rolled up around his elbows. The second man seemed much less confident in his stride. He wore similar, though darker, jeans and a casual t-shirt baring the UGWC logo. The only distinguishable feature he had was the large, gold encrusted belt draped over his left shoulder – that and his numb blue eyes.
“I used to wear a suit when I did these things,” Declan Prescott pondered.
“And you used to scrub soap under Komosube’s titties,” Daniel Hanson shrugged in response. “Times change, Dec Dawg. Tell me how many saints wore business suits? Yeah, that’s what I thought. We gotta make ya look like one of the peeps!”
“And a press conference is going to accomplish that?” The Darkest Light inquired, a hint of uncertainty in his words.
“Hell yeah it will!” Daniel reassured him. “Gotta get yo name out there! Being a celebrity ain’t a bad thing, ma nigga!”
“That’s offensive.”
“Right, saints,” Hanson mockingly smacked his palm to his forehead. “I’m still getting used to all this, myself. Anyway, we’re here. You’re up, buddy!”
“Wait, I’m not – ”
Before Declan could finish, Daniel had forcefully shoved him through two large, oak doors, sending The Darkest light tumbling onto a brightly lit stage. Before him was a plethora of buzzing journalists, camera operators and fans.
“WE LOVE DECLAN PRETHCOTT!” a disturbingly familiar voice screamed from somewhere within the horde.
Declan moved toward the podium, glancing around the large room and the hundreds of eyes upon him. He awkwardly cleared his throat, before mumbling into the mic. Silence fell across the room.
Declan: I… urgh… thanks, umm… everyone. It’s good you could, ah… could make it today. Who has the first question?
“global IMPACT playa here! Please tell us Mr. Prescott, it’s been over a week since In Your Hands, what are thoughts regarding Travis Roberts and Donovan Hastings? Are you and Andy looking for revenge?”
Declan: Revenge? Well… no… What I mean to say is, I’m sure Travis and Donovan had a reason for doing what they di –
A harsh crackle sounded in his ear. The voice of Daniel Hanson quickly sounded in his earpiece. “Don’t act like a bitch, Dec! Can’t let none of these fools punk ya!”
Declan: Right… and, urgh, The Saints are going to find out what that reason is! Even if we have to beat it out of The TWiSTeD… urgh… Turkeys! Yeah, TWiSTeD Turkeys, am I right?!
“YETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Mr. Prescott, I’m Billy T., with In Yo Face productions. Continuing from the playa’s question, where exactly is Andy Savana during this press conference?”
“Remember Dec,” Hanson’s voice again sounded from the device. “You a tough guy!”
Declan: I’m not sure where Andy is. See, we are tag partners and good friends, but we are also individuals. Both Andy and I have accomplished a lot on our own. Our teaming is the joining of two incredible forces, but we aren’t just a tag team. That is to say, Declan Prescott on his own is still as dangerous as he ever was.
“Angus Stevens, Wrestling Observer, what are your thoughts on Kiseragi and Forewell teaming to face you this week?
“They’re mother fuckers!” Hanson spat vehemently. “You’re gonna fucking beat the fucking fuck out of those fucking fuckers so fucking badly they’ll fucking wish their fucking parents had never fucking fucked and fucking created them!”
Declan: Umm… they… well… I don’t think Forewell has ever won a match. Is he going to turn things around by defeating the freshly crowned Cooperative Champions? It isn’t too likely. And as for Kiseragi? Well –
“FUCKING FUCK!!!!!”
Declan: Well, he’s a… urgh… yeah, okay, I get it! He’s a fucker everybody, a fucking fucker!
“Dragon’s Cave!”
Declan: And, umm… he lives in a ‘Dragon’s Cave’ where he ‘trains young men’ to be ‘just like him’. And he fucks.
“He can’t sue you!”
Declan: He can’t sue me, since everything I just said is… urgh… its all true. Factually I mean. He trains young men in the Dragon’s Cave. And he fucks. As in, he hasn’t taken a vowel of abstinence. So… yeah… we’ll beat him.
“Ozzy Jimbo, some punk kid from Youtube. Just where is Cara?”
“Oh shit.”
Declan: I……… I can’t do this. I’m sorry.
“Prescott,” the shaded man said in his thick Australian accent. “Does your buddy here have an off switch? Because I’ve had just about all I can fucking take.”
“I don’t give a shit what you take!” Savana spat fiercely. “You weren’t at In Your Hands!”
“Yes, I know,” the shaded man patronisingly sighed. “The big, bad bullies beat you black and blue. It’s a tragic story and not clichéd at all, I’m sure. But the fact remains that your concerns do not lie with the TWiSTeD Twins. Those two don’t fill up our fry pan or however that saying goes.”
“Fuck off!” Savana now hissed, grabbing the shaded man by the collar, with both trembling fists.
“Am I going to have to make Prescott keep you on a leash?” the man calmly yawned.
Savana forcefully shoved the shaded man into the glass, gaining no reaction. “I’m not going to stand for this! Hastings and Roberts are going to pay for what they did to us!”
The man made a swift growling noise, before advancing on Savana, pushing his shaded face as close as possible to the Saint’s. “No,” he said plainly.
“Fuck you!” Andy returned with venom. “You can’t tell me what to do! When Synergy comes back I’m going to teach Hastings and Roberts a lesson and you can’t stop me!”
“We’ll momentarily leave aside the fact there are a million ways I could stop you, most involving the removal of your testicles,” the man began. “And instead focus on why I shouldn’t have to. You see, Savana, you’re a champion now. It’s not something you’re used to, I’m aware, so I’ll take this time to explain to you what the concept entails. As soon as the two of you won the Cooperative Championship, you took on certain responsibilities. It’s now your job to bring those belts esteem. To make them something worth giving two fucks about. You put your retarded righteousness aside and you promote both yourselves and those gold straps to your adoring fans. The people that pay your cheques. The people who decide the design of your destiny. You don’t go wasting your time in some half-arsed attempt at revenge.”
“I get paid in cash,” Savana smirked, his nails now digging into his palms so harshly they were drawing blood.
“Our shady friend is right,” Declan finally spoke, examining the Cooperative Championship belt sitting on his lap. “More hate won’t solve anything. We accomplished something at In Your Hands, Andy. Can’t that be enough for now?”
Andy barged toward Declan and ripped the gold encrusted belt from The Darkest Light’s possession. Savana angrily clutched the title in front of his partner’s face. “No, it can’t be Declan! What do you think we did at that show? What do you think our victory meant? Roberts threw the match! He knew he couldn’t beat us, without Tyvola, so he gave up! He made it look like he didn’t even care! He made our win against him worthless! He robbed what we earned! I can’t take that, Declan. I won’t let him and Hastings get away with it! If I have to do it by myself I will! Why do you want to play by this guy’s rules, anyway? It’s not like you, Declan.”
“It’s not that he wants to,” the man interjected lazily. “It’s because he knows I’ll grape his wife to death if he doesn’t.”
The title belt fell limply from Savana’s hands, as Hanson made an involuntary spluttering sound. Andy, mouth hanging open and eyes wide and watery, turned to the shaded man, before looking back at Declan. The Darkest Light, a grim smile, placed one hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“I promise you, Andy,” Prescott began. “Before it’s all over, we will make Travis and Donovan pay for everything they’ve done. But we’re not going to go charging in, thinking with out fists instead of our heads. When we strike – and we will – it will be on our terms and it will be a blow they won’t recover from. In the mean time, we need to remain calm and be patient until the right timing presents itself. Will you do that? For me?”
Andy took Declan’s hand and grasped it firmly in a crushing shake. He then spoke, sincerity in his voice. “I’ve got your back, Declan.”
* * * * *
[/center]“Not yet…” the mentor instructed calmly, his ice blue eyes focused only on the river. “Not yet… almost… NOW!!!”
The boy charged his makeshift spear full force into the freshly cold, deep blue water. He just as quickly removed it, a small, silver fish sitting impaled and lifeless on the end.
“I did it!” he squealed with delight. “That’s my third one today! Thankyou so much for teaching me Leader Declan!”
“You’re very welcome,” the mentor replied. “Just don’t tell the fishers about this. The way you’re developing they might get afraid you’ll replace them!”
The boy giggled and wrapped his small arms around his friend, hugging him tightly. Declan smiled, embracing the boy with a single, powerful arm.
“I’m going to take these home and give to Mother Tyler!” the boy exclaimed, gathering his four catches in his bark-made bag, before stopping instantly. A frown twinged on his face, before he removed the largest fish and extended it to Declan. “This one is for you, Leader Declan. It’s the biggest one I caught and I want you to have it.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Talal,” Declan returned, smiling kindly. “But it is not necessary. You earned that fish yourself and it is yours to do with as you wish.”
“I know,” Talal assured his mentor. “Which is why I can give it to you if I want and I do. And if you refuse you will insult me. Besides, I want you to show Leader Cara what an impressive fisher I am!”
Declan chuckled, before taking the prize from Talal and placing it in his own pack. “Thankyou very much, Talal. You are a good student. Though I had not realised you had become so talented with words, as well as fish!”
“Ha!” Talal laughed. “You have taught me more than you realise, Leader Declan. I am glad The Power brought you to us.”
“I came here of my own will, Talal. The Power simply allowed me entrance. It is an important distinction.”
“Ah,” Talal replied, seemingly losing a touch of his eagerness. “I’m sorry. I still have much to learn in the ways of The Power.”
“And you have plenty of time to learn,” Declan reassured him. “You’re only 8 years old. The day will come when your knowledge of this world far surpasses mine.”
“Never!” Talal objected, his brow furrowing defensively. “You come from the Outer World, Leader Declan! Mother Tyler and Father Hassan will never allow me to go there! No matter how much I plead…” the boy’s head sunk and his eyes filled with sadness.
“There will a come a time when that decision is yours to make, rather than theirs,” Declan replied, placing a hand reassuringly on the boy’s shoulder. “But until then you must accept their decision, even if you do not understand it. It is a practice all children must obey. Even I, in the Outer World, was subjected to the same rules.”
“It just seems like such a long time,” Talal spoke, a tone of acceptance ebbing into his words. “And I am so eager to learn of the Outer World. The stories you and the other New Chosen recount are wonderful! Though that reminds me… Leader Declan, what does ‘paradise’ mean?”
“Excuse me?” Declan quipped, taken aback by the conversation’s sudden shift in focus.
“It is a word I heard my father say the other day. He said all the Chosen need to defend the paradise we have found. But what does that mean?”
“Hmm,” Declan began, crossing his arms and staring into the pool of gentle, flowing water before him. “Paradise is different for everyone. When someone finds paradise it means they are happy with their life. They are in a situation where they feel content. Where they have achieved everything they need to. Some would say paradise is a place waiting to be discovered, but such notions are too simplistic. Paradise must be created by humans, it is not something given to us.”
“Are you in paradise, Leader Declan?” Talal inquired, a hint of concern in his words.
Declan turned his gaze back to the boy. “Indeed,” his smile grew broad, though a sense of emptiness still lingered in his eyes. “Tell me Talal, did you hear what your father said we have to defend paradise from?”
“No,” the boy shrugged. “I was just running past with Dalton and Bjorn.”
“I see,” Declan nodded. “Thankyou again for the fish, I think it will take some convincing in order for Cara to believe you caught it. ‘How could a boy even lift such a large fish?’ I imagine she will ask.”
“You must convince her!” Talal exclaimed. “Otherwise she will think liars of us both!”
“Do not fear,” Declan chuckled. “If I am unable to convince her we’ll just have to take her fishing with us next time and she can see your skills for herself.”
“Haha!” Talal bellowed. “She would be amazed by our fishing!”
“Just make sure you don’t make me look too bad next to you, okay? Now you best return to the village, Tyler will be eager to see your catch.”
“I will,” Talal agreed, slinging his back over his shoulder. “But do not fear embarrassment. I have seen you and Leader Cara together. She loves you very much and would not abandon you, even if you were the worst fisher in the village. Thankyou again, Leader Declan and I will see you at our next lesson!”
The boy ran up the mossy, grass covered hill, back toward the village. Declan removed one of his gloves and dipped a single finger into the water. The cold numbed it upon touch. He cast his gaze to the mountains surrounding the valley on every side. The Garden Of Eden hidden deep in the heart of the Himalayan mountain range.
Had he lied to Talal? This place, this community, this paradise, Declan had discovered. No, not a lie. He now had a responsibility to help maintain it. To contribute good to it. To assist in making the lives of those who had taken him in better. But to defend it?
“Outsiders,” Declan whispered to his fish.
* * * * *
[/center]Two men made their way down a sterile, white hallway. They moved past many wooden doors, either side, ignoring them all. The first man’s hair was stylishly gelled in an ‘I don’t care’ manner, he wore sky blue jeans, with a casual red collared shirt, the long sleeves rolled up around his elbows. The second man seemed much less confident in his stride. He wore similar, though darker, jeans and a casual t-shirt baring the UGWC logo. The only distinguishable feature he had was the large, gold encrusted belt draped over his left shoulder – that and his numb blue eyes.
“I used to wear a suit when I did these things,” Declan Prescott pondered.
“And you used to scrub soap under Komosube’s titties,” Daniel Hanson shrugged in response. “Times change, Dec Dawg. Tell me how many saints wore business suits? Yeah, that’s what I thought. We gotta make ya look like one of the peeps!”
“And a press conference is going to accomplish that?” The Darkest Light inquired, a hint of uncertainty in his words.
“Hell yeah it will!” Daniel reassured him. “Gotta get yo name out there! Being a celebrity ain’t a bad thing, ma nigga!”
“That’s offensive.”
“Right, saints,” Hanson mockingly smacked his palm to his forehead. “I’m still getting used to all this, myself. Anyway, we’re here. You’re up, buddy!”
“Wait, I’m not – ”
Before Declan could finish, Daniel had forcefully shoved him through two large, oak doors, sending The Darkest light tumbling onto a brightly lit stage. Before him was a plethora of buzzing journalists, camera operators and fans.
“WE LOVE DECLAN PRETHCOTT!” a disturbingly familiar voice screamed from somewhere within the horde.
Declan moved toward the podium, glancing around the large room and the hundreds of eyes upon him. He awkwardly cleared his throat, before mumbling into the mic. Silence fell across the room.
Declan: I… urgh… thanks, umm… everyone. It’s good you could, ah… could make it today. Who has the first question?
“global IMPACT playa here! Please tell us Mr. Prescott, it’s been over a week since In Your Hands, what are thoughts regarding Travis Roberts and Donovan Hastings? Are you and Andy looking for revenge?”
Declan: Revenge? Well… no… What I mean to say is, I’m sure Travis and Donovan had a reason for doing what they di –
A harsh crackle sounded in his ear. The voice of Daniel Hanson quickly sounded in his earpiece. “Don’t act like a bitch, Dec! Can’t let none of these fools punk ya!”
Declan: Right… and, urgh, The Saints are going to find out what that reason is! Even if we have to beat it out of The TWiSTeD… urgh… Turkeys! Yeah, TWiSTeD Turkeys, am I right?!
“YETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Mr. Prescott, I’m Billy T., with In Yo Face productions. Continuing from the playa’s question, where exactly is Andy Savana during this press conference?”
“Remember Dec,” Hanson’s voice again sounded from the device. “You a tough guy!”
Declan: I’m not sure where Andy is. See, we are tag partners and good friends, but we are also individuals. Both Andy and I have accomplished a lot on our own. Our teaming is the joining of two incredible forces, but we aren’t just a tag team. That is to say, Declan Prescott on his own is still as dangerous as he ever was.
“Angus Stevens, Wrestling Observer, what are your thoughts on Kiseragi and Forewell teaming to face you this week?
“They’re mother fuckers!” Hanson spat vehemently. “You’re gonna fucking beat the fucking fuck out of those fucking fuckers so fucking badly they’ll fucking wish their fucking parents had never fucking fucked and fucking created them!”
Declan: Umm… they… well… I don’t think Forewell has ever won a match. Is he going to turn things around by defeating the freshly crowned Cooperative Champions? It isn’t too likely. And as for Kiseragi? Well –
“FUCKING FUCK!!!!!”
Declan: Well, he’s a… urgh… yeah, okay, I get it! He’s a fucker everybody, a fucking fucker!
“Dragon’s Cave!”
Declan: And, umm… he lives in a ‘Dragon’s Cave’ where he ‘trains young men’ to be ‘just like him’. And he fucks.
“He can’t sue you!”
Declan: He can’t sue me, since everything I just said is… urgh… its all true. Factually I mean. He trains young men in the Dragon’s Cave. And he fucks. As in, he hasn’t taken a vowel of abstinence. So… yeah… we’ll beat him.
“Ozzy Jimbo, some punk kid from Youtube. Just where is Cara?”
“Oh shit.”
Declan: I……… I can’t do this. I’m sorry.
