The Vargas Plaza and The BOBS Part 2
Jan 28, 2021 22:26:25 GMT -6
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Post by PerZag on Jan 28, 2021 22:26:25 GMT -6
FUCKING RUN AND FUCKING HIDE!
And that’s what I did. I listened to my fucking brain for once and ran for it. Ran for as long as I could, as far as I could until the Chadonites were out of view. I knew that they were still after me. The voices in the distance, I can hear. The people going past, searching for me, I can see. The white hoods, the white gowns, all trying to find someone that does not believe in their twisted ways.
But where was I now, you may be wondering. Where did I manage to find such a place that would hide me from their pursuit? Well, I don’t really want to explain that, I’m afraid. The only safe place was one that………………….
Okay, if you want me to explain to you what an incestual brothel is, then I can do just that, another time. Right now, I’d rather just ignore all the brother-sister sex going on in the background. The sounds are not that pleasurable. And the act, well, I’m refusing to see it. But if this is the place to hide from the Chadonites whilst I think of a plan to get out of here, then it’ll have to do. You cannot always be picky. Not even if you’re ‘The Sexiest Man In Wrestling’.
Behind me, I hear a voice clear, so I turn around. Standing there is a deformed man (obviously from being inbred), staring down at me.
“Yousa gonna get in wid da sista?”
I look at him, confused.
“What did you say?”
“Yousa gonna fuck da sista?”
He points over to where the hairiest woman you could ever see is standing, only wearing a towel, thank christ. Finally, understanding, I respond.
“Oh, no way. She’s not my sister.”
The deformed man, with his lazy left eye, stares at me with his crusty right eye. I know, this place is fucking feral. What do you expect from something named after Chad Vargas? It feels like five minutes have passed now as his impaired brain deciphers the words I spoke. I turn away, bored now, looking out the window to see where the Chadonites are. Then a hand grabs me on the shoulder. I turn to swat it away.
“Thisa place is only for da brothas an da sistas. GET OUT!”
It wouldn’t take much for me to take these two people out and keep this place as my hideout. Still, as I’m getting ready to knock this guy out, twenty other deformed brothers and sisters appear out of different rooms to see the crazy regular guy. Not wanting to make any more enemies chase after me. I oblige. So I leave the incestual love house.
Back in the middle of Vargas Plaza again, I am kind of thankful that I don’t have to listen to the ‘lovemaking’ of family members any longer. Yes, I may be hunted by white supremacists, but I don’t have to deal with inbred hicks either. Bloody Vargas’. I have always been a half glass full sort of person, except when I’m not.
But that’s not the issue. I need to find the exit. And with my multiple pursuers, I didn’t have the opportunity to map out where I was. I have no idea where I am. Everything is a blur, and it’s just a maze filled with racists, sexists, inbreeders, and more. But I will just keep pushing on ahead. I will find an exit, one way or another. I must; otherwise, I may be late for my match at Adrenaline Rush IV.
Either way, I cannot let these Chadonites get me. They will string me up by the neck. I’m sure of it. So I take off and turn a corner, and that’s when I recalled. It wasn’t only the Chadonites I was running from. It was the fucking BOBS too.
About 100 metres ahead of me, I could see them. The BOBS. The men and women who changed their names to BOB. They want me to become BOB too, but there is no way in hell that my name will be the same as Grenier’s. Or you know, the exact name of a criminal organisation known as the Brotherhood of Baddies. There’s no way. I must double back.
I turn around, and I spot the glow of fire torches in the distance. It must be Chadonites. I was wrong. They don’t want to neck me. They want to burn me at the stake. Fuck. What do I do now? I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place again. I need a plan. An idea. Something that can give me the chance to escape. The probability of escape is dwindling every second I take. I need something. Come on you stupid brain. I can’t FUCKING RUN AND FUCKING HIDE anymore. There must be something.
The glow of the torches closes in. The voices of the BOBS are coming closer too. And then the lightbulb goes off. I know what must be done. I turn the corner and scream at the BOBS.
“DON’T YOU MESS WITH MY FURY. I WILL PUT YOU ALL INTO GRAVES.”
I take a moment, allowing the pun to sink in. Even though these BOBS won’t know what I’m talking about, it has gotten their attention which is what I want. They all run up to me, the limousine driver leading them. I take a deep breath, hoping that this plan will work. Because if it doesn’t, I am incredibly fucked.
“There you are,” the limousine driver says. “Finally come to your senses, have you?. Becoming a BOB is the best thing you can do.”
“Yes, alright,” I reply. “I will change my name to BOB. But…………. I just…………………”
I zone off because I’m trying to use as much time as possible. I’m stalling, but they don’t know that.
“Spit it out, new BOB.”
I take a deep breath and look out of the corner of my eye as I see the glow of the fire torches starting to illuminate some of the walls around me. This is the time to do it.
“I need you to say one thing for me. I cannot become a BOB unless this is said as loudly as you can.”
The limousine driver looks around at his other BOBS as they discuss whether they should or shouldn’t. I bite the inside of my cheeks, hoping that they’ll bite on the worm I’ve lured them with. The limousine driver nods his head at me.
“We’ll do it. What is it that we must say?”
In true Looney Tunes fashion, I pull out a sign from behind my back with two words written on it.
“Just these two words, as loudly as you can.”
They look at my sign, puzzled, but begin to say the words.
“BLACK POWER!”
“WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?”
The voice booms from around the corner as I can hear the shuffling of feet, the light from the torches creeps closer as I duck into the pack of BOBS, hiding from the Chadonites. They turn the corner staring down the BOBS, the vessel of the Chadonites leading the group.
“Who are you?”
The limousine driver steps up to the vessel of the Chadonites.
“We are the BOBS.”
“The BOBS, huh. I’ve heard about you. Now, what was it that we heard you say before?”
The limousine driver looks back at his other BOBS, and they nod their heads.
“BLACK POWER!”
Suddenly, one of the Chadonites throws a fire torch, hitting one of the BOBS next to me. Flames start to climb over him as I back away. I begin to run as I hear the BOBS yell ‘ATTACK’ and a fight commences. This was the plan, I think to myself. It was all how I wanted it to go. Not that the BOBS deserved to die, I just could not become a BOB either. I look back and see bodies laying on the ground, pulls of blood-forming, and burning corpses. The BOBS were still fighting, but the Chadonites were starting to get on top of them. That’s when I hear a voice.
“Psst, in here.”
I turn to my right, spotting a dark-skinned man waving over to me. I run over because I don’t have any other choice and enter what appears to be a military outpost. Above me, the sun shines, something I haven’t seen in at least a few hours. God, it feels good. But what strikes me more is the helicopter that is situated in the middle of the outpost. Finally, a way out. The dark-skinned man who helped me in taps me on the shoulder.
“Can you fly her?”
I turn to him and shake my head.
“I cannot, I’m sorry. Does nobody know how to?”
The dark-skinned man shakes his head. I look around the room; there must be eight to ten people here.
“How are you all here? How haven’t those assholes found you?”
A chuckle comes from behind me as I spot a white man with short dark hair.
“The Chadonites? They are a bunch of dumbasses. Not as stupid as the Inbreeders, but still dumb as fuck. As for why we’re here. Well, the BOBS took over the town, we came in here to hide. Got chased off by the Chadonites and weren’t inbred enough to join the Inbreeders, so here we are. Our little hideout.”
I look around the place. It was undoubtedly abandoned a long time ago when the army tried to get Vargas Plaza under control. Then I stare at the helicopter.
“Is that the only way out?”
“I’m afraid so,” the dark-skinned man replies.
“We need someone to fly it then.”
“I CAN!”
The familiar voice comes from behind us all—the voice of the limousine driver.
“How did you get in here?” I ask him.
He drops his head, saddened.
“The BOBS. They’re all gone, and I saw you come in here, and followed. But I can fly that copter. I can get us all out of here. It’s the most I can do for forcing you all into this place.”
I look at the dark-skinned man, and he nods his head. I shrug my shoulders.
“If it’s going to get us out of here, then fuck it.”
We all jam into the helicopter as the limousine driver starts the engine. We fly out of the Vargas plaza just as the Chadonites break-in. I flip them the bird and laugh as they wave their fists in anger. That’s when the white man hands me something.
“Press the button,” he says.
So I do, and a loud BOOM echoes throughout the sky as the Vargas plaza explodes into a cloud of smoke. I stare down at the wreckage as we fly away, and the white man starts chuckling.
I think to myself, “The Chadonites are gone; The Inbreeders are no more. And the BOBS are eliminated. Maybe this town can go back to normal.”
And with that, I bid you adieu.
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What am I saying? I’ve still got time.
Miss Fury, you proposed to me an offer that I cannot refuse. But that doesn’t mean I have to accept it either. It can sit in the MAYBE pile as long as I want.
But, you’re right. Vargas. We haven’t heard anything from him. He doesn’t matter. It’s between you and me now. And Miss Fury, I don’t know whether to be happy with you or to be angry.
Yes, the original male Graves is gone. I hated that guy. But, female Graves, she was alright. She was my friend. But, you, I don’t know whether I like you or not. The offer to join the Brotherhood of Baddies aside, you just aren’t very nice.
And as ‘The Sexiest Man In Wrestling’ and ‘The 70-Minute-Man’ my job is to be nice. I couldn’t last 70 minutes if I was only thinking about myself. You’ve got to think about the person you’re going the full 70 with, to make it a fantastic occasion.
Now see, I hate Vargas that is true, and I may be neutral with you, but none of that truly matters. I am going to bash Chad’s face in either way. I am going to make you regret stepping into that ring at Adrenaline Rush IV. That ladder match is all for me. It’s an opportunity to see me shine. A chance to see how awesome I am. A chance to start 2021 off with the biggest BANG possible.
And not a bedroom sort of BANG either.
Fury! You may think I am a comedic sideshow act........... That’s all fun and games. What’s life without a little fun? Either way, when it gets down to it, I am serious in the ring. I’m always ready for a fight. I’m constantly prepared to win. And that Golden Opportunity that will be hanging above that ring, will all be mine.
Once I’ve climbed the Dwayne Johnson’s, that is.
Climbing the Rockies to get that opportunity is going to be fun. And Fury, you will be in a Grave when I’m done.
Peace out.
OOC: Word Count is 2190 according to my Google Docs. Under the 250 word buffer again. Luckily. Had to cut a bit out to be clearly under. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed my two part adventure lol. And good luck to Fury/Graves. This was incredibly fun.
And that’s what I did. I listened to my fucking brain for once and ran for it. Ran for as long as I could, as far as I could until the Chadonites were out of view. I knew that they were still after me. The voices in the distance, I can hear. The people going past, searching for me, I can see. The white hoods, the white gowns, all trying to find someone that does not believe in their twisted ways.
But where was I now, you may be wondering. Where did I manage to find such a place that would hide me from their pursuit? Well, I don’t really want to explain that, I’m afraid. The only safe place was one that………………….
Okay, if you want me to explain to you what an incestual brothel is, then I can do just that, another time. Right now, I’d rather just ignore all the brother-sister sex going on in the background. The sounds are not that pleasurable. And the act, well, I’m refusing to see it. But if this is the place to hide from the Chadonites whilst I think of a plan to get out of here, then it’ll have to do. You cannot always be picky. Not even if you’re ‘The Sexiest Man In Wrestling’.
Behind me, I hear a voice clear, so I turn around. Standing there is a deformed man (obviously from being inbred), staring down at me.
“Yousa gonna get in wid da sista?”
I look at him, confused.
“What did you say?”
“Yousa gonna fuck da sista?”
He points over to where the hairiest woman you could ever see is standing, only wearing a towel, thank christ. Finally, understanding, I respond.
“Oh, no way. She’s not my sister.”
The deformed man, with his lazy left eye, stares at me with his crusty right eye. I know, this place is fucking feral. What do you expect from something named after Chad Vargas? It feels like five minutes have passed now as his impaired brain deciphers the words I spoke. I turn away, bored now, looking out the window to see where the Chadonites are. Then a hand grabs me on the shoulder. I turn to swat it away.
“Thisa place is only for da brothas an da sistas. GET OUT!”
It wouldn’t take much for me to take these two people out and keep this place as my hideout. Still, as I’m getting ready to knock this guy out, twenty other deformed brothers and sisters appear out of different rooms to see the crazy regular guy. Not wanting to make any more enemies chase after me. I oblige. So I leave the incestual love house.
Back in the middle of Vargas Plaza again, I am kind of thankful that I don’t have to listen to the ‘lovemaking’ of family members any longer. Yes, I may be hunted by white supremacists, but I don’t have to deal with inbred hicks either. Bloody Vargas’. I have always been a half glass full sort of person, except when I’m not.
But that’s not the issue. I need to find the exit. And with my multiple pursuers, I didn’t have the opportunity to map out where I was. I have no idea where I am. Everything is a blur, and it’s just a maze filled with racists, sexists, inbreeders, and more. But I will just keep pushing on ahead. I will find an exit, one way or another. I must; otherwise, I may be late for my match at Adrenaline Rush IV.
Either way, I cannot let these Chadonites get me. They will string me up by the neck. I’m sure of it. So I take off and turn a corner, and that’s when I recalled. It wasn’t only the Chadonites I was running from. It was the fucking BOBS too.
About 100 metres ahead of me, I could see them. The BOBS. The men and women who changed their names to BOB. They want me to become BOB too, but there is no way in hell that my name will be the same as Grenier’s. Or you know, the exact name of a criminal organisation known as the Brotherhood of Baddies. There’s no way. I must double back.
I turn around, and I spot the glow of fire torches in the distance. It must be Chadonites. I was wrong. They don’t want to neck me. They want to burn me at the stake. Fuck. What do I do now? I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place again. I need a plan. An idea. Something that can give me the chance to escape. The probability of escape is dwindling every second I take. I need something. Come on you stupid brain. I can’t FUCKING RUN AND FUCKING HIDE anymore. There must be something.
The glow of the torches closes in. The voices of the BOBS are coming closer too. And then the lightbulb goes off. I know what must be done. I turn the corner and scream at the BOBS.
“DON’T YOU MESS WITH MY FURY. I WILL PUT YOU ALL INTO GRAVES.”
I take a moment, allowing the pun to sink in. Even though these BOBS won’t know what I’m talking about, it has gotten their attention which is what I want. They all run up to me, the limousine driver leading them. I take a deep breath, hoping that this plan will work. Because if it doesn’t, I am incredibly fucked.
“There you are,” the limousine driver says. “Finally come to your senses, have you?. Becoming a BOB is the best thing you can do.”
“Yes, alright,” I reply. “I will change my name to BOB. But…………. I just…………………”
I zone off because I’m trying to use as much time as possible. I’m stalling, but they don’t know that.
“Spit it out, new BOB.”
I take a deep breath and look out of the corner of my eye as I see the glow of the fire torches starting to illuminate some of the walls around me. This is the time to do it.
“I need you to say one thing for me. I cannot become a BOB unless this is said as loudly as you can.”
The limousine driver looks around at his other BOBS as they discuss whether they should or shouldn’t. I bite the inside of my cheeks, hoping that they’ll bite on the worm I’ve lured them with. The limousine driver nods his head at me.
“We’ll do it. What is it that we must say?”
In true Looney Tunes fashion, I pull out a sign from behind my back with two words written on it.
“Just these two words, as loudly as you can.”
They look at my sign, puzzled, but begin to say the words.
“BLACK POWER!”
“WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?”
The voice booms from around the corner as I can hear the shuffling of feet, the light from the torches creeps closer as I duck into the pack of BOBS, hiding from the Chadonites. They turn the corner staring down the BOBS, the vessel of the Chadonites leading the group.
“Who are you?”
The limousine driver steps up to the vessel of the Chadonites.
“We are the BOBS.”
“The BOBS, huh. I’ve heard about you. Now, what was it that we heard you say before?”
The limousine driver looks back at his other BOBS, and they nod their heads.
“BLACK POWER!”
Suddenly, one of the Chadonites throws a fire torch, hitting one of the BOBS next to me. Flames start to climb over him as I back away. I begin to run as I hear the BOBS yell ‘ATTACK’ and a fight commences. This was the plan, I think to myself. It was all how I wanted it to go. Not that the BOBS deserved to die, I just could not become a BOB either. I look back and see bodies laying on the ground, pulls of blood-forming, and burning corpses. The BOBS were still fighting, but the Chadonites were starting to get on top of them. That’s when I hear a voice.
“Psst, in here.”
I turn to my right, spotting a dark-skinned man waving over to me. I run over because I don’t have any other choice and enter what appears to be a military outpost. Above me, the sun shines, something I haven’t seen in at least a few hours. God, it feels good. But what strikes me more is the helicopter that is situated in the middle of the outpost. Finally, a way out. The dark-skinned man who helped me in taps me on the shoulder.
“Can you fly her?”
I turn to him and shake my head.
“I cannot, I’m sorry. Does nobody know how to?”
The dark-skinned man shakes his head. I look around the room; there must be eight to ten people here.
“How are you all here? How haven’t those assholes found you?”
A chuckle comes from behind me as I spot a white man with short dark hair.
“The Chadonites? They are a bunch of dumbasses. Not as stupid as the Inbreeders, but still dumb as fuck. As for why we’re here. Well, the BOBS took over the town, we came in here to hide. Got chased off by the Chadonites and weren’t inbred enough to join the Inbreeders, so here we are. Our little hideout.”
I look around the place. It was undoubtedly abandoned a long time ago when the army tried to get Vargas Plaza under control. Then I stare at the helicopter.
“Is that the only way out?”
“I’m afraid so,” the dark-skinned man replies.
“We need someone to fly it then.”
“I CAN!”
The familiar voice comes from behind us all—the voice of the limousine driver.
“How did you get in here?” I ask him.
He drops his head, saddened.
“The BOBS. They’re all gone, and I saw you come in here, and followed. But I can fly that copter. I can get us all out of here. It’s the most I can do for forcing you all into this place.”
I look at the dark-skinned man, and he nods his head. I shrug my shoulders.
“If it’s going to get us out of here, then fuck it.”
We all jam into the helicopter as the limousine driver starts the engine. We fly out of the Vargas plaza just as the Chadonites break-in. I flip them the bird and laugh as they wave their fists in anger. That’s when the white man hands me something.
“Press the button,” he says.
So I do, and a loud BOOM echoes throughout the sky as the Vargas plaza explodes into a cloud of smoke. I stare down at the wreckage as we fly away, and the white man starts chuckling.
I think to myself, “The Chadonites are gone; The Inbreeders are no more. And the BOBS are eliminated. Maybe this town can go back to normal.”
And with that, I bid you adieu.
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What am I saying? I’ve still got time.
Miss Fury, you proposed to me an offer that I cannot refuse. But that doesn’t mean I have to accept it either. It can sit in the MAYBE pile as long as I want.
But, you’re right. Vargas. We haven’t heard anything from him. He doesn’t matter. It’s between you and me now. And Miss Fury, I don’t know whether to be happy with you or to be angry.
Yes, the original male Graves is gone. I hated that guy. But, female Graves, she was alright. She was my friend. But, you, I don’t know whether I like you or not. The offer to join the Brotherhood of Baddies aside, you just aren’t very nice.
And as ‘The Sexiest Man In Wrestling’ and ‘The 70-Minute-Man’ my job is to be nice. I couldn’t last 70 minutes if I was only thinking about myself. You’ve got to think about the person you’re going the full 70 with, to make it a fantastic occasion.
Now see, I hate Vargas that is true, and I may be neutral with you, but none of that truly matters. I am going to bash Chad’s face in either way. I am going to make you regret stepping into that ring at Adrenaline Rush IV. That ladder match is all for me. It’s an opportunity to see me shine. A chance to see how awesome I am. A chance to start 2021 off with the biggest BANG possible.
And not a bedroom sort of BANG either.
Fury! You may think I am a comedic sideshow act........... That’s all fun and games. What’s life without a little fun? Either way, when it gets down to it, I am serious in the ring. I’m always ready for a fight. I’m constantly prepared to win. And that Golden Opportunity that will be hanging above that ring, will all be mine.
Once I’ve climbed the Dwayne Johnson’s, that is.
Climbing the Rockies to get that opportunity is going to be fun. And Fury, you will be in a Grave when I’m done.
Peace out.
OOC: Word Count is 2190 according to my Google Docs. Under the 250 word buffer again. Luckily. Had to cut a bit out to be clearly under. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed my two part adventure lol. And good luck to Fury/Graves. This was incredibly fun.
