Post by M.A.X on Sept 10, 2017 13:23:12 GMT -6
“It just doesn’t make sense, why the hell would they team you with the woman you have already attacked twice?”
M.A.X is lying in his white, cylindrical charging pod, and Sigma has decided to join him as he charges his -slightly more metaphorical- batteries with a nice microwave pizza; the other workers have taken to calling the now almost weekly ritual their “father and son picnic”, a term which Sigma pretends -very poorly- to dislike.
“Eating that shit will give you cancer, by the way.”
“And dodging my questions will get your operating system changed to Mac.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“You ready to take that bet?”
Sigma smirks, a string of melted cheese hanging from the corner of his mouth. M.A.X scowls, but gives in.
“They, well probably actually just “he”, i think Spence is almost always the mastermind behind the matches, but never mind; he wants to build excitement for the coming match without having us actually fight, since that would spoil the excitement; it’s the same reason the team we’re going up against is the haiku-master champion and “Girl from simple beginnings” #1 contender.”
“Sounds like filler…”
“Oh yeah, fucking awful filler, people only tune in hoping that someone will beat the ever-loving fuck out of their teammate”
“...will you?”
M.A.X tilts his head as much as he can with the white, smooth wires running into the back of his head and letting out a low, mechanical cackle.
“Why father, you wound me that you would even ask me something like that; of-fucking-course I will kick her spine out of fucking alignment in front of all the world.”
“But wasn’t the point of the match to NOT spoil the feud?”
“Oh yeah, Spence will try to cock tease the crowd by bringing out security as soon as things heat up, but the bitch weighs like 100 pounds, knocking her out before she sees it coming won’t be hard.”
“So you’ll ruin their cock tease with a bit of premature ejaculation?”
“...”
The room is quiet for a long moment, before both men break out in laughter.
“Fuck, where did that rod up your ass go!?”
“You must be dislodging it, replacing it with a more flexible, fun rod!”
“...Christ man, don’t talk about me putting a rod up your ass!”
“Oh… I didn’t even…”
“I called you “Father” just a few seconds ago!”
“YOU WERE BEING SARCASTIC!”
“STILL, THOUGH!”
The two men continue chuckling for a little bit, regardless of the incestuous implications of their conversation.
“This is nice, just creator and creator, shooting the breeze.”
“Yeah, too bad we’re missing one guy...”
“You wish Alpha was here?”
M.A.X throws his arms out in bewilderment
“I have no fucking clue, my brain must be glitching; it’s like when i decided to beat down L, I usually have reasons for what I do-”
“Mad, demented reasons…”
“-But still reasons!”
“...and now?”
“Now I don’t fucking know! I just do stuff sometimes, and I don’t know why!”
“oh… could it be? ...no, certainly-”
“Oi, Siggy, how about throwing some of that fucking speculation my way?”
“Well i just thought, maybe the chip we put in Sven’s head wasn’t powerful enough to handle more complex emotions, so you were just working with your primal urges, this might be the result of you dealing with complex emotions for the very first time.”
“And exactly what emotion are causing me to miss a man I’ve never met?”
“...daddy issues?”
“You son of a fucking- ARGH!”
M.A.X tries to stand up and murder the engineer, but his rise is cut short by the cable connect to his head running out of slack and pulling him straight back down with an audible thud.
“Hey, I’m just saying!”
M.A.X lets out a mechanical facsimile of a sigh.
“And how in the fuck am i supposed to win a match while dealing with daddy issues?”
“Don’t worry, you won’t be the only one…”
A shared smirk between the two.
“Ah yes, what else could lead the poor farmers daughter to enter the world of violence?”
“Maybe she thinks daddy always wanted a son?”
“Or maybe getting the grits kicked out of her is better than what daddy did to her behind the barn, South Carolina isn’t far from Alabama, ya’ know.”
“...Jesus Christ, Max; that’s fucked up!”
“I’m just calling it like i see it, even Sven -who loved this sport- didn’t join up until he wasn’t welcome back home anymore, girl’s gotta have something wrong with her.”
“So everyone in wrestling has issues?”
“Name one person in it who doesn’t”
“Umeji?”
“Oh don’t make me laugh! Mr. “Japanese ex-theatre star who likes poetry to the degree only the most virgin High-Schoolers do” DOESN’T have issues?”
“Ah, good point…”
“Yeah, you think? Guy even hates America, like that very same High-Schooler, it’s fucking pathetic to hate the land of opportunity where he earned the Rising Stars title with hard work.”
“Wait, don’t you also hate America?”
“...well yeah, I did say that everyone in wrestling has issues.”
“Oh yeah… so you did...”
"Too bad for everyone else that my issues aren't of the kind that'll stop me from turning all three meatbags into twitching piles of broken bones and torn muscle."
M.A.X tears the cable out of from the back of his head and wanders off, presumably to kick something
"Will he ever be ready for the battlefield?"
"I honestly have no idea..."
M.A.X is lying in his white, cylindrical charging pod, and Sigma has decided to join him as he charges his -slightly more metaphorical- batteries with a nice microwave pizza; the other workers have taken to calling the now almost weekly ritual their “father and son picnic”, a term which Sigma pretends -very poorly- to dislike.
“Eating that shit will give you cancer, by the way.”
“And dodging my questions will get your operating system changed to Mac.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“You ready to take that bet?”
Sigma smirks, a string of melted cheese hanging from the corner of his mouth. M.A.X scowls, but gives in.
“They, well probably actually just “he”, i think Spence is almost always the mastermind behind the matches, but never mind; he wants to build excitement for the coming match without having us actually fight, since that would spoil the excitement; it’s the same reason the team we’re going up against is the haiku-master champion and “Girl from simple beginnings” #1 contender.”
“Sounds like filler…”
“Oh yeah, fucking awful filler, people only tune in hoping that someone will beat the ever-loving fuck out of their teammate”
“...will you?”
M.A.X tilts his head as much as he can with the white, smooth wires running into the back of his head and letting out a low, mechanical cackle.
“Why father, you wound me that you would even ask me something like that; of-fucking-course I will kick her spine out of fucking alignment in front of all the world.”
“But wasn’t the point of the match to NOT spoil the feud?”
“Oh yeah, Spence will try to cock tease the crowd by bringing out security as soon as things heat up, but the bitch weighs like 100 pounds, knocking her out before she sees it coming won’t be hard.”
“So you’ll ruin their cock tease with a bit of premature ejaculation?”
“...”
The room is quiet for a long moment, before both men break out in laughter.
“Fuck, where did that rod up your ass go!?”
“You must be dislodging it, replacing it with a more flexible, fun rod!”
“...Christ man, don’t talk about me putting a rod up your ass!”
“Oh… I didn’t even…”
“I called you “Father” just a few seconds ago!”
“YOU WERE BEING SARCASTIC!”
“STILL, THOUGH!”
The two men continue chuckling for a little bit, regardless of the incestuous implications of their conversation.
“This is nice, just creator and creator, shooting the breeze.”
“Yeah, too bad we’re missing one guy...”
“You wish Alpha was here?”
M.A.X throws his arms out in bewilderment
“I have no fucking clue, my brain must be glitching; it’s like when i decided to beat down L, I usually have reasons for what I do-”
“Mad, demented reasons…”
“-But still reasons!”
“...and now?”
“Now I don’t fucking know! I just do stuff sometimes, and I don’t know why!”
“oh… could it be? ...no, certainly-”
“Oi, Siggy, how about throwing some of that fucking speculation my way?”
“Well i just thought, maybe the chip we put in Sven’s head wasn’t powerful enough to handle more complex emotions, so you were just working with your primal urges, this might be the result of you dealing with complex emotions for the very first time.”
“And exactly what emotion are causing me to miss a man I’ve never met?”
“...daddy issues?”
“You son of a fucking- ARGH!”
M.A.X tries to stand up and murder the engineer, but his rise is cut short by the cable connect to his head running out of slack and pulling him straight back down with an audible thud.
“Hey, I’m just saying!”
M.A.X lets out a mechanical facsimile of a sigh.
“And how in the fuck am i supposed to win a match while dealing with daddy issues?”
“Don’t worry, you won’t be the only one…”
A shared smirk between the two.
“Ah yes, what else could lead the poor farmers daughter to enter the world of violence?”
“Maybe she thinks daddy always wanted a son?”
“Or maybe getting the grits kicked out of her is better than what daddy did to her behind the barn, South Carolina isn’t far from Alabama, ya’ know.”
“...Jesus Christ, Max; that’s fucked up!”
“I’m just calling it like i see it, even Sven -who loved this sport- didn’t join up until he wasn’t welcome back home anymore, girl’s gotta have something wrong with her.”
“So everyone in wrestling has issues?”
“Name one person in it who doesn’t”
“Umeji?”
“Oh don’t make me laugh! Mr. “Japanese ex-theatre star who likes poetry to the degree only the most virgin High-Schoolers do” DOESN’T have issues?”
“Ah, good point…”
“Yeah, you think? Guy even hates America, like that very same High-Schooler, it’s fucking pathetic to hate the land of opportunity where he earned the Rising Stars title with hard work.”
“Wait, don’t you also hate America?”
“...well yeah, I did say that everyone in wrestling has issues.”
“Oh yeah… so you did...”
"Too bad for everyone else that my issues aren't of the kind that'll stop me from turning all three meatbags into twitching piles of broken bones and torn muscle."
M.A.X tears the cable out of from the back of his head and wanders off, presumably to kick something
"Will he ever be ready for the battlefield?"
"I honestly have no idea..."
