Post by Brandon Hendrix on Aug 24, 2021 22:06:00 GMT -5
Off Air:
Following the recent show of Fallout, the scenery is set at a car rental place in Osaka. Angelo, with his duffle bag and suitcase by his side inside the rental building, awaiting for the rental car when he gets a text message. He opens his phone up and reads it:
"Angelo, it's Brett your agent. Listen, with the Collison Course event coming soon, it was agreed that you should take your new partner to Tokyo, have him get familiar with you and it'll be a great way for the both of you two to get on the same page. I had the road agents tell him where I had your rental car purchased so he can ride with you to the hotel and to the arena the following day. Thanks Angelo. Good luck in Tokyo!"
"Great" Angelo thought to himself as he shakes his head and approaches the front desk.
"Hello, I'm here to pick up my ride. Names Angelo Caito."
"Oh let's see… ah! Toyota Land Cruiser."
"What? No no. Should be a Acura NSX!"
"No sir! Your agent got Land Cruiser for big passenger!"
"Big passenger? I don't care how big that motherfucker is! I'm Angelo Caito! He better know to listen to me! I-"
Angelo stops as he feels a presence behind him. He raises a eyebrow as he sees the person working the front desk looking upwards. Angelo reaches back and his hand lands on the chest of the person behind him. His eyes widen as he moves his hand up and his hand grabs ahold of something stern, kinda bushy like. Angelo gulps as he slowly turns his head and sees he's grabbing the beard of the mountain man from Finland, Thorberg Aaronsson. Angelo slowly lowers his hand from Thorberg's beard and slowly looks back at the front desk person.
"Yup I'll take those Land Cruiser keys please."
The person drops the keys in Angelo's hand while still looking up at the massive viking standing before them. Angelo exhales before turning around. He slaps Thorberg on the arm.
"I'm Angelo mate. Nice to meet ya'. Guess you're my partner, huh?"
Thorberg stares at Angelo before lifting his arm up. In his hand is an axe. Angelo gulps before slowly reaching his hand out. Thorberg places the axe in his hand before turning and walking out the door. Angelo looks at the axe before looking up in the sky and says a prayer before following suit.
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After a three and a half hour drive with nothing but awkward silence and fear of Thorberg reaching over and merking Angelo, statpadding him disrespectfully, the two finally arrive at the Hazuki hotel in Shinshiro. Angelo exits the vehicle, watching the passenger door swing open and out steps the Viking. He doesn't look at Angelo as he enters the hotel. "Fuck" mumbles Caito as he enters the hotel and gets the room key. Angelo enters the elevator before seeing his big ass fuck partner slowly approaching the elevator, his eyes dead sight on Angelo. An audible gulp is heard from Caito as he pushes the button repeatedly, trying to get the elevator to close quickly, but atlas, to no avail as Thorberg is at the door of the elevator.
"Ah my friend! Was getting the elevator ready for us! Please come in!"
Thorberg Aaronsson stares down at Angelo before entering the elevator beside, and Angelo trying his best to scoot to the side more, trying not to be near his new partner. Floor after floor, and more awkward silence follows until getting to the sixth floor. The elevator door and Angelo goes to leave, but Thorberg stops him in his tracks.
"Oh.. sorry sir. Go ahead."
Aaronsson just stares at Angelo again before exiting the elevator. Angelo lets out a big sigh.
"God bless…. He smells like sea water."
Angelo shakes it off before exiting the elevator and approaching the door to the hotel room they're booked in. He pulls the key card from his jacket pocket and unlocks the door, opening it up. Inside is one bed, a couch, a flat-screen television and a bathroom. Angelo enters the room first and places his bags on the floor.
"Finally. I'm beat."
He goes to jump on the bed, but ends up jumping into the back of Thorberg, then falling face first onto the floor.
".... ow. Excuse me big boy. What do you think you're doing?"
Angelo asks this as he pulls himself up off the ground. He sees Thorberg sitting on the bed. Angelo's facial expression goes from confusion to anger.
"Oh HELL NO! I've been nice this entire time but this is where I cross the line! I'm the star of the group! Now off my fucking be-"
Thorberg stares at Angelo again before reaching into his bag, pulling out another axe, this time a bigger one compared to the one he gave Angelo earlier. Grasped in both arms, he stares down Angelo again, who is frozen in his thoughts.
"I… I mean your bed.. yeah… your bed. I'll… I'll take the couch."
Angelo grabs a pillow and blanket from the closet and heads to the couch. He sets up on the couch before grabbing the remote control to the television and lays on the couch. He turns the TV on and watches the replay of Fallout from Osaka. All seems good, him slowly starting to fall asleep nicely… all until:
"TURN THAT FUCKING SHIT OFF!"
Angelo's eyes go wide and he quickly turns the television off. Thorberg growls before playing with his axe and starts humming "Ulfhednar", Angelo not able to sleep now not knowing if he's going to be hunted like Moby Dick.
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The next morning and they're on the road again. More awkward silence with more fear from Angelo that his name will be placed on a tombstone earlier than expected, another near four hour drive until they arrive at the Nippon Budokan, the arena for the upcoming Fallout.
"Thorberg… you better bring it against these two teams. I haven't held Championship gold since 2018 and i refuse to lose this opportunity to win tag gold once again."
Thorberg turns his head and stares at Angelo again. Then… he nods. He then gets out of the car before entering the arena.
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"Opportunity. It's why I accepted coming to Fallout. Because it's the place that a man like me at this stage of my career can thrive. And I thrive off situations like this. Thorberg spoke about if you're handed a fish, consider it a warning to back off in my home country. It's true, because if you're handed a dead fish, that's signs of where you'll be if you don't take serious heed of the warning. Ya see, in my home country, ti fotti con la mafia, poi muori e dormi con i pesci. And me boys, I'm the fucking ring leader, and you four have done enough to rest in hell with the stripper fishes in the ocean."
"What happens when you get steel? It's a weapon, right? A dangerous weapon. What happens when you burn it? It becomes weak, it becomes a non factor at this point. It becomes this liquidy mess that annoys many people. You're that liquidy mess that annoyed me Kagome Akaibara. How me and my partner been ignored by you anytime this tag match was brought up to you. You disrespectful bitch. For someone who's below average for a promo, you sure refused to talk about what this match is truly about. It's not about who's the better wrestler, me. Or the better talker, me. Or even the better person…. Hahaha haha, go fuck yourself, me. It's about the truth. Anc truth is I'm going to crush you into fucking pieces. When steel meets a raging Thompson Machine Gun, the end result remains the same with me defeating you. Hell, I don't mind adding to your six match losing streak."
"Now, there are two different versions of venom, the one that kills within seconds of injection, and the second is the symbiote of destruction. While I'm the truth for steel, I am the Cure for you James Ranger. You inject your venom into the match, and it will be the cure that defeats you before you can take your full effect. Or, if you're venom, then I'm Carnage. Your fear will be your downfall. Steel & Venom, fuck yourselves."
"Julius Fairweather. Ah a fellow loud mouth! Question, didn't you win your last match because Jason was being stabbed and nearly placed on a tombstone? Ahh… a win is a win, right? Unfortunately, this is where your six win streak ends. As your body is mangled to death by the hands of a viking then I soccer kick your head off its shoulders, you will look at us as your head flies off into the stands and think "damn, that's the best tag team in Project: Honor right now."
"And finally, Pyro. For someone who looked so dominant in that Dead By Daylight event, how does that change to what I saw on Twitter. You went from monster to a fucking joke. Stupid jokes about tea bags and how someone's nuts taste… who in the fuck are you? Because you went from Pyro to a Family Guy character."
"Fallout, The Rulers Of The Underground reign Supreme. And we move closer to becoming Project: Honor's Tag Team Champions. Ci vediamo fighe lì cabron."