Post by Ratball Slade on Mar 2, 2022 22:50:46 GMT -5
Immediately after Crowning goes off the air
It’s over. It’s finally over. The war between True Society, Big Drip, and even those little pests the KaVengers. It has been settled once and for all that True Society is the top faction of Project; Honor… or are they? Thoughts begin to rush through Slade’s head as he makes his way down the busy hall. So much had happened in one night. Too much to comprehend. His world he had known up till now had begun to crumble. Julius was taken away, his faction had fallen apart in the ring, and to top it all off, there were new owners of Project; Honor. Slade gets back to the True Society locker room. Caito and Holt were long gone and Savannah and Billy were missing. English was already an absent member so the only person there was Syndicate.
Syndicate: Hey.
Slade Castle: … Hey…
Slade goes to a locker and begins to gather his belongings. He frantically stuffs his bag just ready to leave when he feels a hand rest on his shoulder. Slade quickly spins around ready to defend himself only to see that Syn had approached him. Syn throws his hands up to show he’s not a threat and Slade shakes his head and continues to fill his bag.
Slade Castle: What do you want Syn. I’m in a bit of a hurry.
Syndicate takes a few steps back and grabs the briefcase that Billy had left behind for the time being.
Syndicate: You know that…thing…we talked about?
Slade Castle: Yeah?
Syndicate: …I think it’s time.
Slade stops what he’s doing and turns to Syn who is staring at the briefcase wishing it was still in his own possession.
Slade Castle: Already?
Syndicate: Yeah.
Slade Castle: Alright, Fallout it is.
Syndicate sits down with the briefcase then throws it to Billy’s locker.
Syndicate: You talk to Julius?
Slade Castle: Not yet. Speaking of Jules, I have some business to deal with on that front now. Bastard got taken away so I guess it’s my mess to deal with now.
Syndicate: With him or without, doesn’t matter. It’s time we got the respect we deserve.
Slade nods in agreement. Syndicate grabs his packed bag and makes his way towards the door.
Syndicate: I’ll be in touch.
Slade Castle: Keep me posted, later Syn.
Syndicate leaves the room leaving Slade alone. Slade looks into his bag where he has his gun and other random supplies.
Slade Castle: God damnit Jules…
Day before Fallout
The camera comes on with Slade is standing in an empty street with a version of Julius behind him. He’s covered in bruises and a few bloodstains on his clothes in the center view of the shot. He lifts a baseball bat over his shoulder as he stares at the ground. His gaze slowly rises and he begins to compose himself.
Slade Castle: This has been a long road for me. This last year, not even… it’s been hell. Joining Project; Honor I didn’t have a place. No friends, no ‘home’. Since then I made enemies, found places I wasn’t accepted and yet I still found purpose here. Glorious purpose…
Slade sniffles in the cold Detroit air. His nose, a light red color.
Slade Castle: After some time though, that purpose revealed itself to be a sham. A long con disguised as a group of soldiers. Yet after all is said and done we achieved what we set out to do. There was never any intention of changing society. We wanted to be the damn rulers of it. Well here we fucking are. Top of the food chain. Definitively. True Society served it’s true purpose. So what’s next for us? Well, I guess you’ll have to tune into Fallout and find out. We are True Society.
Slade blows into the cold crisp air, and watches his breath as it dissipates.
Slade Castle: Phantom Troupe, BJ Bunter and whatever the hell the other one is called… I’ve had a long week. So while I don't have much to say, I do have this… Don’t show up.
Slade lets the bat fall to the ground making a wooden *clonk* as it hits the concrete road.
Slade Castle: I’m not gonna be liable to any serious damage either of you receive. I’m not really at the point where I can hold much back if you catch my drift. I don’t have the time or energy to worry about chumps like you. There are bigger things at stake for me right now. So if you want to be able to walk out of that ring, then don’t try and fight me. That’s your only warning.
Slade turns his back to the camera and towards Julius.
Slade Castle: Let’s get out of here.
Julius Fairweather: You said it’d be short. Took long enough motherfucker…
The two walk away from the camera as it fades to black.
It’s over. It’s finally over. The war between True Society, Big Drip, and even those little pests the KaVengers. It has been settled once and for all that True Society is the top faction of Project; Honor… or are they? Thoughts begin to rush through Slade’s head as he makes his way down the busy hall. So much had happened in one night. Too much to comprehend. His world he had known up till now had begun to crumble. Julius was taken away, his faction had fallen apart in the ring, and to top it all off, there were new owners of Project; Honor. Slade gets back to the True Society locker room. Caito and Holt were long gone and Savannah and Billy were missing. English was already an absent member so the only person there was Syndicate.
Syndicate: Hey.
Slade Castle: … Hey…
Slade goes to a locker and begins to gather his belongings. He frantically stuffs his bag just ready to leave when he feels a hand rest on his shoulder. Slade quickly spins around ready to defend himself only to see that Syn had approached him. Syn throws his hands up to show he’s not a threat and Slade shakes his head and continues to fill his bag.
Slade Castle: What do you want Syn. I’m in a bit of a hurry.
Syndicate takes a few steps back and grabs the briefcase that Billy had left behind for the time being.
Syndicate: You know that…thing…we talked about?
Slade Castle: Yeah?
Syndicate: …I think it’s time.
Slade stops what he’s doing and turns to Syn who is staring at the briefcase wishing it was still in his own possession.
Slade Castle: Already?
Syndicate: Yeah.
Slade Castle: Alright, Fallout it is.
Syndicate sits down with the briefcase then throws it to Billy’s locker.
Syndicate: You talk to Julius?
Slade Castle: Not yet. Speaking of Jules, I have some business to deal with on that front now. Bastard got taken away so I guess it’s my mess to deal with now.
Syndicate: With him or without, doesn’t matter. It’s time we got the respect we deserve.
Slade nods in agreement. Syndicate grabs his packed bag and makes his way towards the door.
Syndicate: I’ll be in touch.
Slade Castle: Keep me posted, later Syn.
Syndicate leaves the room leaving Slade alone. Slade looks into his bag where he has his gun and other random supplies.
Slade Castle: God damnit Jules…
Day before Fallout
The camera comes on with Slade is standing in an empty street with a version of Julius behind him. He’s covered in bruises and a few bloodstains on his clothes in the center view of the shot. He lifts a baseball bat over his shoulder as he stares at the ground. His gaze slowly rises and he begins to compose himself.
Slade Castle: This has been a long road for me. This last year, not even… it’s been hell. Joining Project; Honor I didn’t have a place. No friends, no ‘home’. Since then I made enemies, found places I wasn’t accepted and yet I still found purpose here. Glorious purpose…
Slade sniffles in the cold Detroit air. His nose, a light red color.
Slade Castle: After some time though, that purpose revealed itself to be a sham. A long con disguised as a group of soldiers. Yet after all is said and done we achieved what we set out to do. There was never any intention of changing society. We wanted to be the damn rulers of it. Well here we fucking are. Top of the food chain. Definitively. True Society served it’s true purpose. So what’s next for us? Well, I guess you’ll have to tune into Fallout and find out. We are True Society.
Slade blows into the cold crisp air, and watches his breath as it dissipates.
Slade Castle: Phantom Troupe, BJ Bunter and whatever the hell the other one is called… I’ve had a long week. So while I don't have much to say, I do have this… Don’t show up.
Slade lets the bat fall to the ground making a wooden *clonk* as it hits the concrete road.
Slade Castle: I’m not gonna be liable to any serious damage either of you receive. I’m not really at the point where I can hold much back if you catch my drift. I don’t have the time or energy to worry about chumps like you. There are bigger things at stake for me right now. So if you want to be able to walk out of that ring, then don’t try and fight me. That’s your only warning.
Slade turns his back to the camera and towards Julius.
Slade Castle: Let’s get out of here.
Julius Fairweather: You said it’d be short. Took long enough motherfucker…
The two walk away from the camera as it fades to black.
