Post by Jericho Salazar on Aug 21, 2016 13:46:28 GMT -6
The Blades edge bar, a hole in the ground some Jap decided to put a bar in. its located in an alley even the most down trodden drug addict wouldn’t go down, in that part of town your parents warn you not to go to. This is where Jericho finds himself, sat in a cesspool with blood stained walls, crooked pachinko machine’s and some of the worst bottom shelf alcohol money could buy. The bar, located in the back of the musty, smoke filled building behind rows of pachinko machines, is where Jericho chokes down cheap gin by the shot glass. His face puckers and the muscles on his neck flex at burn of the alcohol he shot down his throat.
Jericho: UGH FUCK ME WITH A STEERING WHEAL N, FUCK. What did you do make that in a bathtub?
Mr. N: Of course not my friend, that was made in the toilet.
Jericho: WELL IT FUCKING FEELS LIKE IT.
Mr. N: You could always just buy better quality liquor, instead of drinking the free shit.
Jericho: No and go fuck yourself, I’ll stick to the garbage, just bought another pack cuz I knew I’d be coming here.
Jericho pulls a new pack of Turkish royals from his stained hoodies pocket. He removes the cellophane from the pack and packs the tobacco on his leg, before flipping a lucky and pulling a smoke.
Mr. N: I do hope you plan on picking that up before you leave.
Jericho: Blow it out your ass N, get chunky ching chong to do it.
Mr. N’s face sours as he sets his hands down on the bar, he drops his head for a moment, then calls for his janitor, a once great Yokozuna who tried to show the glory and power of sumo to the worlds. However, one loss after another took its toll on the sumo causing him to snap now he cleans floors here, and works as Mr. N’s enforcer in the underground fighting rings. The mask he wears on the bottom of his face is to cover his shame, according to Mr. N.
Mr. N: ちょっと脂肪のお尻はここに出
The lumbering sumo came out to Mr. N’s call and immediately began cleaning the floors aimlessly until Mr. N directed him to the cellophane from Jericho’s pack. The sumo trundled to where Jericho was seated and picked up the cellophane as Jericho shot down another shot of gin, slamming his fist down on the bar as he does it.
Jericho: GAH FUUUUUUCKIN CUNT.
Jericho takes another drag from his cigarette to wash down the rubbing alcohol like liquor he just drank.
Mr. N: So you are still wrestling are you not? You know if you need a manager I am always available.
Jericho: Yes, I am still wrestling and no I don’t need a manager. I’m just trying to make whatever money I can then I can get out and live my life far away from here and then I can be with her again.
Mr. N: Oh yes her, well you know if you want to be with her again then you need to win.
Jericho takes another shot of trash level of quality gin causing him to speak through grit teeth for a moment.
Jericho: GRRRRRR YESH I KNOW I NEED TO WIN MORE, WOOO FUCK. I’m going up against some fucking rich faggot named Andre Jenson.
Mr. N: Isn’t he the guy who bought an island and made some kind of kingdom?
Jericho: YA THAT FUCKING FAGGOT! Like what the fuck, its shit like that, that pisses me off! It’s like, look at me I have all this money and a micro penis so I need to do stupid shit like buy an island to make my cock seem bigger! People with money like that never try to do anything to better humanity. I tell you what if I had that kind of money I would put it towards shit like trying to cure diseases or you know FUCKING ANYTHING THAT ISNT BUY A FUCKING ISLAND.
Mr. N: Well you know what they say, Money corrupts.
Jericho: NO IT FUCKING DOESN’T! PEOPLE ARE ALREADY CORRUPT AND ONLY CARE ABOUT THEMSELVES! That’s the fucking problem! That’s why when people get money like this Andre Jenson faggot they do this stupid shit! Like how the mayor bands neck beards from hitting each other with foam swords and yelling TELEPORTING TELEPORTING TELEPORTING, while they walk their virgin basement dwelling selves around the other retards with foam swords. So what does faggot boy do? Not move to anywhere else that doesn’t ban that fucking stupid shit, no he buys and island and turns in to one big faggoty live action role play kingdom.
Jericho slams down another shot and drags his cigarette to chase its deep burn.
Mr. N: Ok do I need to take that bottle away from you? Listen people like him have always lived in their own little world of people always doing things for them and are completely disconnected from reality. I think it’s time you gave him a reality check.
Jericho: Ya, Fuck Ya! I am going to show this little faggot what it’s like to live in the real world. I am going fucking obliterate him in that ring. This mother fucker just rolled a 1 for having to face me in the ring.
Jericho takes another shot and hurls the glass at the blood stained wall to his left, shattering it on impact.
Jericho: GrrrAH this fucking little shit stain doesn’t have any idea about what he is going up against. He thinks that his little pussy magic shit will save? He is fucking wrong and intend to turn this fake fucking king of the faggots into a fucking peasant. He doesn’t get to live in his My Little Pony fantasy world while the rest of us suffer and work for the shit that we have and lose on a daily basis!
Mr. N moves his lips to the side and looks away. He calls the sumo over again to clean the broken glass Jericho broke when he hurled it.
Jericho: This guy makes me fucking sick because while the rest of us settle for whatever scraps we can get, he fucking buys an island to he can play a cunty board game for babies. Fuck I bet his throne room is a direct recreation of his mom’s basement. And you know what that’s the worst part of it all. He is fucking blind to the suffering of others and only cares about playing some fucking game with his nonexistent friends.
Mr. N: Didn’t he hold the television title before?
Jericho: Ya, He got fucking lucky and we all fucking know it. But his luck ran out when that edge lord Howard shit in the floor and rubbed Andre’s vagina in it. Now he is fucking weaker than ever before and is probably crying to his mother, “Mommy my vagina hurts because Howard Black bent me over fucked me too hard in the ring!” The fucking cunt. Now he got dropped down to my fucking level and I am going to pull no punches, I am going to go all out because I hate this guy more than that faggot Shadowlove, you know why? Because Shadowlove isn’t even rich enough to build a monument to himself like Andre.
Mr. N: What do you mean? When did he do that?
Jericho grabs the bottle and takes swig after lighting another cigarette.
Jericho: His kingdom of faggots is a monument to himself. He has no friends and is so disconnected from reality, like you said, that since he couldn’t join the faggots he would rule the faggots and he can’t even do that right.
Mr. N: Ok I’m taking this bottle at this point you are just repeating what you have been saying. I’m cutting you off.
Jericho: Oh fuck you! listen he is worthless and without his fortune he would be nothing. His mass fortune is the only thing that makes him even remotely relevant. That is all he fucking has in this world and even then no one gives a shit because we are all just waiting for him to squander it so we can jump him and shit stomp him into the ground.
Jericho goes to grab the bottle that isn’t there and fumbles around looking for it.
Jericho: FUCK DID MY BOTTLE GO!
Mr. N: I took it remember?
Jericho: FUCK YOU I’M LEAVING SINCE YOU TOOK MY BOTTLE!
Jericho jumps from his chair and face plants into the ground and lays there while the world begins to spin violently.
Jericho: I forget how strong that rot gut is.
Mr. N begins to clean up the part of the bar where Jericho was sitting.
Mr. N: Listen to me Jericho, this man is a waste of space who does nothing but bring shame and dishonor to all who are related to him. He is a dog who simply needs to be put down and out of his misery. Someone like is almost more deserving of pity than hatred however his careless spending and childlike behavior is what pushes him beyond pity. Jericho I want you to hurt this man worse than anyone ever has. Break his body and spirit while you are in the ring and you show everyone who lives in his kingdom of fools that their ‘King’ is not just undeserving of praise, but underserving of life. Make it so all those who love him abandon him and give him that reality check he is so deserving of.
Jericho: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Mr. N leans over the bar to see a passed out Jericho laying stretched across the moldy disgusting floor. He looks over the sumo who is just standing in the corner scrubbing the same spot on the wall.
Mr. N: 彼の酔ってお尻をピックアップ
Jericho: UGH FUCK ME WITH A STEERING WHEAL N, FUCK. What did you do make that in a bathtub?
Mr. N: Of course not my friend, that was made in the toilet.
Jericho: WELL IT FUCKING FEELS LIKE IT.
Mr. N: You could always just buy better quality liquor, instead of drinking the free shit.
Jericho: No and go fuck yourself, I’ll stick to the garbage, just bought another pack cuz I knew I’d be coming here.
Jericho pulls a new pack of Turkish royals from his stained hoodies pocket. He removes the cellophane from the pack and packs the tobacco on his leg, before flipping a lucky and pulling a smoke.
Mr. N: I do hope you plan on picking that up before you leave.
Jericho: Blow it out your ass N, get chunky ching chong to do it.
Mr. N’s face sours as he sets his hands down on the bar, he drops his head for a moment, then calls for his janitor, a once great Yokozuna who tried to show the glory and power of sumo to the worlds. However, one loss after another took its toll on the sumo causing him to snap now he cleans floors here, and works as Mr. N’s enforcer in the underground fighting rings. The mask he wears on the bottom of his face is to cover his shame, according to Mr. N.
Mr. N: ちょっと脂肪のお尻はここに出
The lumbering sumo came out to Mr. N’s call and immediately began cleaning the floors aimlessly until Mr. N directed him to the cellophane from Jericho’s pack. The sumo trundled to where Jericho was seated and picked up the cellophane as Jericho shot down another shot of gin, slamming his fist down on the bar as he does it.
Jericho: GAH FUUUUUUCKIN CUNT.
Jericho takes another drag from his cigarette to wash down the rubbing alcohol like liquor he just drank.
Mr. N: So you are still wrestling are you not? You know if you need a manager I am always available.
Jericho: Yes, I am still wrestling and no I don’t need a manager. I’m just trying to make whatever money I can then I can get out and live my life far away from here and then I can be with her again.
Mr. N: Oh yes her, well you know if you want to be with her again then you need to win.
Jericho takes another shot of trash level of quality gin causing him to speak through grit teeth for a moment.
Jericho: GRRRRRR YESH I KNOW I NEED TO WIN MORE, WOOO FUCK. I’m going up against some fucking rich faggot named Andre Jenson.
Mr. N: Isn’t he the guy who bought an island and made some kind of kingdom?
Jericho: YA THAT FUCKING FAGGOT! Like what the fuck, its shit like that, that pisses me off! It’s like, look at me I have all this money and a micro penis so I need to do stupid shit like buy an island to make my cock seem bigger! People with money like that never try to do anything to better humanity. I tell you what if I had that kind of money I would put it towards shit like trying to cure diseases or you know FUCKING ANYTHING THAT ISNT BUY A FUCKING ISLAND.
Mr. N: Well you know what they say, Money corrupts.
Jericho: NO IT FUCKING DOESN’T! PEOPLE ARE ALREADY CORRUPT AND ONLY CARE ABOUT THEMSELVES! That’s the fucking problem! That’s why when people get money like this Andre Jenson faggot they do this stupid shit! Like how the mayor bands neck beards from hitting each other with foam swords and yelling TELEPORTING TELEPORTING TELEPORTING, while they walk their virgin basement dwelling selves around the other retards with foam swords. So what does faggot boy do? Not move to anywhere else that doesn’t ban that fucking stupid shit, no he buys and island and turns in to one big faggoty live action role play kingdom.
Jericho slams down another shot and drags his cigarette to chase its deep burn.
Mr. N: Ok do I need to take that bottle away from you? Listen people like him have always lived in their own little world of people always doing things for them and are completely disconnected from reality. I think it’s time you gave him a reality check.
Jericho: Ya, Fuck Ya! I am going to show this little faggot what it’s like to live in the real world. I am going fucking obliterate him in that ring. This mother fucker just rolled a 1 for having to face me in the ring.
Jericho takes another shot and hurls the glass at the blood stained wall to his left, shattering it on impact.
Jericho: GrrrAH this fucking little shit stain doesn’t have any idea about what he is going up against. He thinks that his little pussy magic shit will save? He is fucking wrong and intend to turn this fake fucking king of the faggots into a fucking peasant. He doesn’t get to live in his My Little Pony fantasy world while the rest of us suffer and work for the shit that we have and lose on a daily basis!
Mr. N moves his lips to the side and looks away. He calls the sumo over again to clean the broken glass Jericho broke when he hurled it.
Jericho: This guy makes me fucking sick because while the rest of us settle for whatever scraps we can get, he fucking buys an island to he can play a cunty board game for babies. Fuck I bet his throne room is a direct recreation of his mom’s basement. And you know what that’s the worst part of it all. He is fucking blind to the suffering of others and only cares about playing some fucking game with his nonexistent friends.
Mr. N: Didn’t he hold the television title before?
Jericho: Ya, He got fucking lucky and we all fucking know it. But his luck ran out when that edge lord Howard shit in the floor and rubbed Andre’s vagina in it. Now he is fucking weaker than ever before and is probably crying to his mother, “Mommy my vagina hurts because Howard Black bent me over fucked me too hard in the ring!” The fucking cunt. Now he got dropped down to my fucking level and I am going to pull no punches, I am going to go all out because I hate this guy more than that faggot Shadowlove, you know why? Because Shadowlove isn’t even rich enough to build a monument to himself like Andre.
Mr. N: What do you mean? When did he do that?
Jericho grabs the bottle and takes swig after lighting another cigarette.
Jericho: His kingdom of faggots is a monument to himself. He has no friends and is so disconnected from reality, like you said, that since he couldn’t join the faggots he would rule the faggots and he can’t even do that right.
Mr. N: Ok I’m taking this bottle at this point you are just repeating what you have been saying. I’m cutting you off.
Jericho: Oh fuck you! listen he is worthless and without his fortune he would be nothing. His mass fortune is the only thing that makes him even remotely relevant. That is all he fucking has in this world and even then no one gives a shit because we are all just waiting for him to squander it so we can jump him and shit stomp him into the ground.
Jericho goes to grab the bottle that isn’t there and fumbles around looking for it.
Jericho: FUCK DID MY BOTTLE GO!
Mr. N: I took it remember?
Jericho: FUCK YOU I’M LEAVING SINCE YOU TOOK MY BOTTLE!
Jericho jumps from his chair and face plants into the ground and lays there while the world begins to spin violently.
Jericho: I forget how strong that rot gut is.
Mr. N begins to clean up the part of the bar where Jericho was sitting.
Mr. N: Listen to me Jericho, this man is a waste of space who does nothing but bring shame and dishonor to all who are related to him. He is a dog who simply needs to be put down and out of his misery. Someone like is almost more deserving of pity than hatred however his careless spending and childlike behavior is what pushes him beyond pity. Jericho I want you to hurt this man worse than anyone ever has. Break his body and spirit while you are in the ring and you show everyone who lives in his kingdom of fools that their ‘King’ is not just undeserving of praise, but underserving of life. Make it so all those who love him abandon him and give him that reality check he is so deserving of.
Jericho: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Mr. N leans over the bar to see a passed out Jericho laying stretched across the moldy disgusting floor. He looks over the sumo who is just standing in the corner scrubbing the same spot on the wall.
Mr. N: 彼の酔ってお尻をピックアップ
