07-21-2018, 05:18 AM
"Fool. We all bloom to die."
Her words as she stood were as piercing as her smile, spoken with a turn on her heel.
"You think the audience is so stupid as to think we're replacements? My, rich from the ones 'borrowing' their names from someone who's already here." The shine in her crimson eyes was devious, intense. "So only one person in history is allowed to enjoy the crisp, refreshing taste of Pepsi? I hate to break it to you, but I think the people at home disagree. We are a coalition! We are a diverse and individual family, united by our passions! Even after we are gone- Pepsiman will blossom once more!"
Playing into the hooting of a few unsavory and already very intoxicated individuals in the back, she was making it up as she went. But doing so was strangely exhilarating in a way she couldn't explain. Enlightening, you could say. Why had she lived all of her life up to this point not shouting blatantly false insults into a boom mic in front of a live studio audience? God, what a shallow existence she must have had.
The mouse stepped forward with a chuckle, clearly infused with the same manic energy as Yuuka when onstage in front of an enraptured audience. Cracking his gloved knuckles, he stared up at the Youkai. "Y'know, you're not much like Pepsiman at all- have you ever met the guy?"
Momentarily, a metaphorical 'this decision will have significant effects on the story- choose your reaction wisely!' dialogue box appeared over Yuuka's head and she froze, processing.
"Nope!" A kodak-worthy smile returned to the Youkai's face to accompany her unbelievable truth. "So I'm not sure how we're supposed to be replacing him in the first place."
This elicited a few horrified gasps, and several more jeers from the crowd. However, tearing through all this noise was the great crash of thunder as a white-hot lightning bolt seared into the red, white and blue-clad competitor.
-
There was a crash of an aluminum can to the ground, too, as Mr. Bepis's fist impacted his desk.
"God damn it! Why are my promotional models letting themselves get shown up by a fucking mouse and a generic yaoi protagonist?! ...And Margaret, get me another Pepsi!"
-
Vision fading back in and ringing in her ears fading, Yuuka stumbled forward, teeth grit. She spat something incomprehensible under her breath as the rat closed distance and got in a solid punch to her gut as she flailed trying to guard against it. Not expecting such a literal low blow after Yu's fight, it seemed. So she lashed out with a foot, trying to trip the mouse- but he leapt over it like a child's skipping rope, and backward.
With a snort and a shake of her head to regain composure, she managed "you're the reason people have cats!"
"Gosh, that's quite the exaggeration!" Mickey chimed as he easily dodged a follow-up swing of the woman's fist- merely ducking out of the way, much to her chagrin.
Yuuka now finally had a moment where she regret being tall.
Cheers rung out from the stands as the competitors seemed to be engaging in a dance- Yuuka swinging fists and kicks, while Mickey made evading them look easy. It was clear he was merely playing with his opponent, his own mirth only seeming to sap it from Yuuka as she grew more and more frustrated. Not being able to catch her opponents wasn't anything new for her, but not being able to just shoot the bastard instead was the real stinger.
The mouse finally sprang up onto the ropes of the ring, looking Yuuka in the eye- and leapt at her, fist extended-
Only to find himself caught, the back of his skull grappled in the palm of the woman's hand.
With a devilish grin, the woman slammed her opponent downwards. Once, forehead into the metal turnbuckle. Twice, again. Third time, she instead aimed for his neck- forcing it into the ropes across the boundaries of the ring. Harder, and harder, throwing all of her weight into the maneuver, until the pressure would cut off both air and circulation to his head-
Strangulation was legal in wrestling, right?
The rodent objected to her unasked question with an unpleasant choking sound.
-
The commentators, on the other hand, were happy to give her answers- even if she wasn't listening to them.
"Whoa there! Someone tell the ol' lady those ropes are the boundaries, not a weapon!"
"Right you are, Jim- but you gotta give her some points for creativity!"
-
Just as it felt like her opponent might go slack under her weight, the woman was roughly shoved away from the ring's edge by the exorcist, dropping her quarry in shock.
"Get off of him, Pepsibitch!"
"Hey swordboy, stop interfering with the fight!" Shouted the referee in response. A cacophony rolled through the crowd, which was by now hurling insults at every party.
Mickey gasped as he tumbled to the ring, catching his breath. Surprisingly, he still seemed somewhat jovial despite the situation. "Hoo boy, talk about rope burn...!"
Yuuka simply clicked her tongue- and backed off, slipping through the ropes on her side. "Ugh, I'm getting too old for this. You catch the fucker," she grumbled through labored breath, playfully slapping Whirda on the shoulder.
Her words as she stood were as piercing as her smile, spoken with a turn on her heel.
"You think the audience is so stupid as to think we're replacements? My, rich from the ones 'borrowing' their names from someone who's already here." The shine in her crimson eyes was devious, intense. "So only one person in history is allowed to enjoy the crisp, refreshing taste of Pepsi? I hate to break it to you, but I think the people at home disagree. We are a coalition! We are a diverse and individual family, united by our passions! Even after we are gone- Pepsiman will blossom once more!"
Playing into the hooting of a few unsavory and already very intoxicated individuals in the back, she was making it up as she went. But doing so was strangely exhilarating in a way she couldn't explain. Enlightening, you could say. Why had she lived all of her life up to this point not shouting blatantly false insults into a boom mic in front of a live studio audience? God, what a shallow existence she must have had.
The mouse stepped forward with a chuckle, clearly infused with the same manic energy as Yuuka when onstage in front of an enraptured audience. Cracking his gloved knuckles, he stared up at the Youkai. "Y'know, you're not much like Pepsiman at all- have you ever met the guy?"
Momentarily, a metaphorical 'this decision will have significant effects on the story- choose your reaction wisely!' dialogue box appeared over Yuuka's head and she froze, processing.
"Nope!" A kodak-worthy smile returned to the Youkai's face to accompany her unbelievable truth. "So I'm not sure how we're supposed to be replacing him in the first place."
This elicited a few horrified gasps, and several more jeers from the crowd. However, tearing through all this noise was the great crash of thunder as a white-hot lightning bolt seared into the red, white and blue-clad competitor.
-
There was a crash of an aluminum can to the ground, too, as Mr. Bepis's fist impacted his desk.
"God damn it! Why are my promotional models letting themselves get shown up by a fucking mouse and a generic yaoi protagonist?! ...And Margaret, get me another Pepsi!"
-
Vision fading back in and ringing in her ears fading, Yuuka stumbled forward, teeth grit. She spat something incomprehensible under her breath as the rat closed distance and got in a solid punch to her gut as she flailed trying to guard against it. Not expecting such a literal low blow after Yu's fight, it seemed. So she lashed out with a foot, trying to trip the mouse- but he leapt over it like a child's skipping rope, and backward.
With a snort and a shake of her head to regain composure, she managed "you're the reason people have cats!"
"Gosh, that's quite the exaggeration!" Mickey chimed as he easily dodged a follow-up swing of the woman's fist- merely ducking out of the way, much to her chagrin.
Yuuka now finally had a moment where she regret being tall.
Cheers rung out from the stands as the competitors seemed to be engaging in a dance- Yuuka swinging fists and kicks, while Mickey made evading them look easy. It was clear he was merely playing with his opponent, his own mirth only seeming to sap it from Yuuka as she grew more and more frustrated. Not being able to catch her opponents wasn't anything new for her, but not being able to just shoot the bastard instead was the real stinger.
The mouse finally sprang up onto the ropes of the ring, looking Yuuka in the eye- and leapt at her, fist extended-
Only to find himself caught, the back of his skull grappled in the palm of the woman's hand.
With a devilish grin, the woman slammed her opponent downwards. Once, forehead into the metal turnbuckle. Twice, again. Third time, she instead aimed for his neck- forcing it into the ropes across the boundaries of the ring. Harder, and harder, throwing all of her weight into the maneuver, until the pressure would cut off both air and circulation to his head-
Strangulation was legal in wrestling, right?
The rodent objected to her unasked question with an unpleasant choking sound.
-
The commentators, on the other hand, were happy to give her answers- even if she wasn't listening to them.
"Whoa there! Someone tell the ol' lady those ropes are the boundaries, not a weapon!"
"Right you are, Jim- but you gotta give her some points for creativity!"
-
Just as it felt like her opponent might go slack under her weight, the woman was roughly shoved away from the ring's edge by the exorcist, dropping her quarry in shock.
"Get off of him, Pepsibitch!"
"Hey swordboy, stop interfering with the fight!" Shouted the referee in response. A cacophony rolled through the crowd, which was by now hurling insults at every party.
Mickey gasped as he tumbled to the ring, catching his breath. Surprisingly, he still seemed somewhat jovial despite the situation. "Hoo boy, talk about rope burn...!"
Yuuka simply clicked her tongue- and backed off, slipping through the ropes on her side. "Ugh, I'm getting too old for this. You catch the fucker," she grumbled through labored breath, playfully slapping Whirda on the shoulder.
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