End of Eras (OTSS Epilogue Part 1)
Jun 12, 2019 12:58:10 GMT -5
Post by Delikado on Jun 12, 2019 12:58:10 GMT -5
Delikado sits in his wheelchair with his usual coma-expressing face as he rests on one side of the parking lot arena. His wrestling theme park, Delikado’s Parking Lotta Fun, is to his back. The Cuban sits ready, still in his ring gear from Only The Strong Survive. Sofia and Ewan stand at his side, alongside Deli’s trainer Butter and associates Nut and Pea, and a bunch of hippies who run the theme park are also accompanying the group of central characters on the peripheries.
On the other side stands an array just as impressive. Frik Snackey, FGA purveyor of food, detective, and now vegan wrestling warrior in his own right, takes center stage. In one-piece wrestling tights, his bulging muscles pop out at just about every angle, and if that wasn’t intimidating enough compared to the wiry Cuban’s “not-muscles”, the titan of a man wears an open jacket made entirely out of vegan candy wrappers (intimidating because anyone who’d willingly eat all the vegan food necessary to forge such a garment has to be pretty hardcore!). At his back stands Prince Otto Sonsson, accompanying this group’s own wheelchaired figure, his father King Son Gustav. On their peripheries stands a great mass of Swedish bodyguards and followers of the “Resistance” faction. Snackey watches the trio of Delikado, Sofia, and Ewan for a few tense seconds before he steps forward and points a hand at them.
Frik Snackey: Before our battle begins, Delikado, I will take it in good faith to offer you and your rogues one final chance to come forth and surrender. Confess to your crimes against the vegan candy, and all that was done through this monstrosity of a park to Frontier Grappling Arts, and everything can go peacefully, I promise.
………………..
Sofia Monzón: Delikado says that is not his way.
Snackey can only nod firmly in acceptance.
Frik Snackey: Very well. So here, at this theme park of yours that started it all, our story ends—but I must ask: how do you propose to fight me…?
His muscles twitch ever so slightly in an intimidation attempt, but Delikado and his managers give no response. Sofia merely pushes Delikado’s wheelchair slightly forward, then tips it at a forward angle. She whispers to her client.
Sofia Monzón: You say you’ve got a plan, a surprise really. I hope it’s good, because he’ll future endeavor the hell out of you otherwise, Cuban….
…………..
Sofia proceeds to dump Delikado to the pavement, causing him to roll face-first and lie there like a cadaver. Prince Otto snickers.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Is zee Kooban practicing how he vill decorate my vader’s study as a rug…?
The Swede’s henchmen all laugh like it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. Snackey, stone-faced, steps forward.
Frik Snackey: I have no problem destroying roadkill. But enough of these games! I’ve heard the stories—this one can’t fight if the match isn’t sanctioned by the FGA, and this is just that. Ewan, why don’t you step forward and do the honors? You *were* the initial criminal I was pursuing for eating the stolen vegan snacks. Or you, Sofia? We fought before.
Ewan flinches in fear at the offer, while Sofia just shakes her head.
Sofia Monzón: I’d gladly take you up on that offer, but my client is insisting he be the one to fight you. Seriously, it’s annoying the amount of noise he’s making about it.
Snackey glances down at Delikado, who has remained motionless as he snorts the ground, and sighs irritably.
Frik Snackey: Grrrr, FINE! If you want to mock me like this, then you have no right to complain about what happens NEXT! AAAAAHHHH!
Snackey stomps forth like he’s going to squish the Cuban when, suddenly, Delikado’s right hand shoots up, with his pinky finger twisting and arching like a cobra. Snackey stops in his tracks. Everyone else on both sides lets out a gasp of shock!
Ewan Jakeway: He…He’s awake?
Sofia Monzón: Seems at least part of him is…
Delikado’s pinky continues to sway from side to side as it almost seems to be glaring at Snackey, though the rest of him continues to remain utterly devoid of life. The titan watches the digit with initial skepticism, but finally he cracks his neck and prepares to fight.
Frik Snackey: Well, it’s not what I expected, but a challenger is a challenger. In the name of the Candy Kittens Gourmet Sweets, lemon flavored, prepare to meet your demise, Delikado!
Snackey throws off his jacket and charges. At that moment, Delikado’s pinky scoots along on the pavement, swiftly and easily dragging the rest of his body with it, and dives toward the titan in what promises to be the most epic clash FGA has seen between a man and a finger in a long time! It—
***The fight between Delikado and Frik Snackey will be portrayed in the following video. The part of Delikado will be played by a Magikarp, while the part of Frik Snackey will be played by the multiple Pokémon on the opposing side. Enjoy.***
On a nearby building, the pigeon brothers Eon Pig and Apocalypse Face are observing the fight, and realizing how it’s going, Apocalypse Face grips a sledgehammer in his claws.
Apocalypse Face: Check it, Snackey gettin’ hella, clobbered like a bitch, sqwak! Time for Deli boy to go waya da dodo, yo, sqwak!
Eon Pig: Maaaan, too soon, that was our ancestor, sqwak! Whatevs though, go do yo thing, brother, sqwak!
Apocalypse Face flies toward the arena with the sledgehammer and gets to an angle above Delikado. He drops the hammer, looking like he’ll connect with the weapon, but at the last second Delikado’s pinky pulls him away and the hammer smashes into the pavement. Eon Pig slaps his face with a wing as his brother flies back.
Eon Pig: You stupid dumb mother<BEEP>er, you missed, sqwak!
Apocalypse Face sulks and pouts as he grabs a chain tied to something just off-camera.
Apocalypse Face: Pigeon, you trippin’, sqwak! Not my fault he cheated by movin’ ‘n shit, sqwak! But ain’t no thing, this one’ll get him, sqwak!
It’s then revealed that the chain Apocalypse Face is holding is wrapped around a vending machine. The bird takes off once again to attack, only this time Sofia, who saw everything, moves quick. Taking a tray still full of hot cooking oil from one of the theme park’s food stands, the Spaniard charges, hops atop one of the stationary rides facing the oncoming bird, and with an almighty vengeful yell swings the cooking oil full blast. With breathtaking speed, the oil connects with Apocalypse Face and douses him completely. As he falls and fries, a pitiful “SQWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!” echoes throughout the night air, and the cooked pigeon plummets out of sight.
[FGA has come to terms on the release of FGA Superstar Apocalypse Face. We wish Apocalypse Face the best in all future endeavors.]
Eon Pig lets out a screech of horror and flees. Meanwhile, the field of battle is tensely silent, only broken by the vending machine landing in the arena totally unharmed and missing anyone. Everyone is watching as Frik Snackey lies beaten and heavily battered by Delikado’s sentient pinky finger. The titan, once so imposing, is now breathing with shakiness as he lifts his head up and looks at Delikado. The Cuban’s pinky finger, despite doing all the lifting and all the work, remains active as it does its menacing cobra arch.
Frik Snackey: *weakly* All I…All I wanted was…justice…
……………………….
Sofia Monzón: Delikado says you…ohh goddammit…you can have “just this.”
Delikado’s pinky takes the vending machine and slams it down on top of Frik Snackey, creating a nerve-jarring crashing sound of vending machine glass breaking, and bones breaking.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Sofia Monzón: The match is over! GET THESE <BEEP>ING SWEDES OUT OF HERE!!
The Swedes of the Resistance break out into scrambling and trampling as they turn to run from the hippies and other assortment of Delikado’s rag-tag gang. Butter leads the way, looking around dramatically.
Butter: Let’s lend ‘em a hand at their exodus, lads! But where’s dat “king” an’ his welp?!
A second camera catches up with Prince Otto rushing to a jet plane with his wheelchaired father. Eon Pig lands at that exact moment, panting with exhaustion.
Eon Pig: Yo, check it, Snackey done got squashed, game’s over, sqwak!
Otto snorts with contempt as he briefly looks back.
Prince Otto Sonsson: In your American phrasing, “no durrs”! I bailed round zee time Snackey was the flying white and blue fish monster thing.
Eon Pig: So wait, ya’ll was gonna abandon me here, sqwak?! And I thought we was fam, man, sqwak…
Prince Otto Sonsson: Quit zee bitching, you’re here now and going with us, right…?
Otto’s eyes suddenly catch Butter charging them in the distance. He looks toward the jet, to find it isn’t wheelchair accessible, and then to his crippled father. A dark look crosses the young prince’s face as he releases his hands from the wheelchair handles.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Vitch is more zen I can say for you, vader…
He pushes the chair away from the plane and runs up the stairs as quick as he can. Eon Pig’s beak drops in initial disbelief, but that emotion drops immediately as a crafty smile crosses his face and he flies into the jet.
Eon Pig: Daaaaaymn, cold, son, sqwak!
The jet proceeds to take off in its escape, leaving the lethargic King Son Gustav to fend for himself just as the mighty Butter storms the field. He pants as he watches the jet leave, but he seems content all the same as he turns to the monarch pretender.
Butter: Avast I stand to tell ya a wee tale, a tragic one, bout a pore big-headed boy who served a poser “king” and his brat court. This service came with mockery ‘n beatens, but the big-headed boy did it with nary a whimper, cuz udderwise de king threatened to turn his family village into an IKEA. Ventually they grew bored and left de boy to rot in the streets despite his bitter loyalty, and his village was……Stand up, Gustav, I know ye hear me and can function! Your heir’s abandoned yah, your faction’s in shambles, ya might as well let your real self fly, ya ken?
Gustav’s eyes slowly open and he leans forward in his wheelchair. He lets out a wheezy gasp as he extends quivering hands.
King Son Gustav: Pleese-a, I'm un ould muon nuo! A kreeple! Bork Bork Bork!
Butter kicks the wheelchair over, sending Gustav to the ground. Rather than lay there and pretend to be “a kreeple”, he starts to crawl away on all fours with an ease quite unexpected at first, yet Butter’s dry laugh shows he saw through the charade.
Butter: No, you’re not a cripple, just a coward!
He twirls the 2x4 and hits Gustav smartly with it on the shoulders. Gustav squeals in pain but continues to try and rise to flee, only for Butter to grab him by the scruff, turn it so they’re face to face, and bellow in rage.
Butter: Not to mention, MINE!
[FGA has come to terms on the release of FGA Superstar King Son Gustav. We wish King Son Gustav the best in all future endeavors.]
Delikado is being returned to his wheelchair by Sofia. She briefly looks around at the theme park as she addresses her client.
Sofia Monzón: I imagine the buses of Milwaukee will be full of Swedish people tonight. They didn’t make even a pretense of a fight. Unlike him…
She glances to the vending machine that is currently being elevated into the back of a dump truck. The machine angles up to reveal Frik Snackey, though the broken window, lying inside amidst the snacks. His eyes briefly flutter as he rattles out a breath and twitches with life. The dump truck drives off into the night with its damaged goods. Sofa turns back to Delikado, elevating her eyebrow in bewilderment.
Sofia Monzón: And you, with that finger of yours. You’ll have to explain that to me.
……………………………
Sofia Monzón: Hmm, seems your body IS slowly recovering its vigor. It’s one freaking finger at a time, apparently, but it’s better than nothing.
Ewan walks up looking in a celebratory mood.
Ewan Jakeway: And what a finger it is! Y’know, some of those hippies are already calling it “the pinky that was promised”, haha!
Sofia Monzón: Oh my God….Still, at least the night hasn’t been a total loss. We survived this B-plot, and now we know what’s next with the A-plot.
Ewan Jakeway: C’mon, Sofia, you’re ALREADY plotting what’s next?! Silk & Cyanide can wait one night. The US Tag Titles can wait one night. Let’s go out and party, LIVE a little! I promise there’ll be time for all that. I bet if we find Susan, she’ll agree.
As Ewan takes hold of Delikado’s wheelchair and pushes him away, Sofia stops in her tracks and holds back a few feet. She takes out the letter that Susan Kent allegedly wrote, about making peace [see Only The Strong Survive], and reads over it to herself. Somberly, given the night’s many events, Sofia stares off into the darkness of Milwaukee and pockets the letter. The scene fades out.
On the other side stands an array just as impressive. Frik Snackey, FGA purveyor of food, detective, and now vegan wrestling warrior in his own right, takes center stage. In one-piece wrestling tights, his bulging muscles pop out at just about every angle, and if that wasn’t intimidating enough compared to the wiry Cuban’s “not-muscles”, the titan of a man wears an open jacket made entirely out of vegan candy wrappers (intimidating because anyone who’d willingly eat all the vegan food necessary to forge such a garment has to be pretty hardcore!). At his back stands Prince Otto Sonsson, accompanying this group’s own wheelchaired figure, his father King Son Gustav. On their peripheries stands a great mass of Swedish bodyguards and followers of the “Resistance” faction. Snackey watches the trio of Delikado, Sofia, and Ewan for a few tense seconds before he steps forward and points a hand at them.
Frik Snackey: Before our battle begins, Delikado, I will take it in good faith to offer you and your rogues one final chance to come forth and surrender. Confess to your crimes against the vegan candy, and all that was done through this monstrosity of a park to Frontier Grappling Arts, and everything can go peacefully, I promise.
………………..
Sofia Monzón: Delikado says that is not his way.
Snackey can only nod firmly in acceptance.
Frik Snackey: Very well. So here, at this theme park of yours that started it all, our story ends—but I must ask: how do you propose to fight me…?
His muscles twitch ever so slightly in an intimidation attempt, but Delikado and his managers give no response. Sofia merely pushes Delikado’s wheelchair slightly forward, then tips it at a forward angle. She whispers to her client.
Sofia Monzón: You say you’ve got a plan, a surprise really. I hope it’s good, because he’ll future endeavor the hell out of you otherwise, Cuban….
…………..
Sofia proceeds to dump Delikado to the pavement, causing him to roll face-first and lie there like a cadaver. Prince Otto snickers.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Is zee Kooban practicing how he vill decorate my vader’s study as a rug…?
The Swede’s henchmen all laugh like it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. Snackey, stone-faced, steps forward.
Frik Snackey: I have no problem destroying roadkill. But enough of these games! I’ve heard the stories—this one can’t fight if the match isn’t sanctioned by the FGA, and this is just that. Ewan, why don’t you step forward and do the honors? You *were* the initial criminal I was pursuing for eating the stolen vegan snacks. Or you, Sofia? We fought before.
Ewan flinches in fear at the offer, while Sofia just shakes her head.
Sofia Monzón: I’d gladly take you up on that offer, but my client is insisting he be the one to fight you. Seriously, it’s annoying the amount of noise he’s making about it.
Snackey glances down at Delikado, who has remained motionless as he snorts the ground, and sighs irritably.
Frik Snackey: Grrrr, FINE! If you want to mock me like this, then you have no right to complain about what happens NEXT! AAAAAHHHH!
Snackey stomps forth like he’s going to squish the Cuban when, suddenly, Delikado’s right hand shoots up, with his pinky finger twisting and arching like a cobra. Snackey stops in his tracks. Everyone else on both sides lets out a gasp of shock!
Ewan Jakeway: He…He’s awake?
Sofia Monzón: Seems at least part of him is…
Delikado’s pinky continues to sway from side to side as it almost seems to be glaring at Snackey, though the rest of him continues to remain utterly devoid of life. The titan watches the digit with initial skepticism, but finally he cracks his neck and prepares to fight.
Frik Snackey: Well, it’s not what I expected, but a challenger is a challenger. In the name of the Candy Kittens Gourmet Sweets, lemon flavored, prepare to meet your demise, Delikado!
Snackey throws off his jacket and charges. At that moment, Delikado’s pinky scoots along on the pavement, swiftly and easily dragging the rest of his body with it, and dives toward the titan in what promises to be the most epic clash FGA has seen between a man and a finger in a long time! It—
***The fight between Delikado and Frik Snackey will be portrayed in the following video. The part of Delikado will be played by a Magikarp, while the part of Frik Snackey will be played by the multiple Pokémon on the opposing side. Enjoy.***
On a nearby building, the pigeon brothers Eon Pig and Apocalypse Face are observing the fight, and realizing how it’s going, Apocalypse Face grips a sledgehammer in his claws.
Apocalypse Face: Check it, Snackey gettin’ hella, clobbered like a bitch, sqwak! Time for Deli boy to go waya da dodo, yo, sqwak!
Eon Pig: Maaaan, too soon, that was our ancestor, sqwak! Whatevs though, go do yo thing, brother, sqwak!
Apocalypse Face flies toward the arena with the sledgehammer and gets to an angle above Delikado. He drops the hammer, looking like he’ll connect with the weapon, but at the last second Delikado’s pinky pulls him away and the hammer smashes into the pavement. Eon Pig slaps his face with a wing as his brother flies back.
Eon Pig: You stupid dumb mother<BEEP>er, you missed, sqwak!
Apocalypse Face sulks and pouts as he grabs a chain tied to something just off-camera.
Apocalypse Face: Pigeon, you trippin’, sqwak! Not my fault he cheated by movin’ ‘n shit, sqwak! But ain’t no thing, this one’ll get him, sqwak!
It’s then revealed that the chain Apocalypse Face is holding is wrapped around a vending machine. The bird takes off once again to attack, only this time Sofia, who saw everything, moves quick. Taking a tray still full of hot cooking oil from one of the theme park’s food stands, the Spaniard charges, hops atop one of the stationary rides facing the oncoming bird, and with an almighty vengeful yell swings the cooking oil full blast. With breathtaking speed, the oil connects with Apocalypse Face and douses him completely. As he falls and fries, a pitiful “SQWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!” echoes throughout the night air, and the cooked pigeon plummets out of sight.
[FGA has come to terms on the release of FGA Superstar Apocalypse Face. We wish Apocalypse Face the best in all future endeavors.]
Eon Pig lets out a screech of horror and flees. Meanwhile, the field of battle is tensely silent, only broken by the vending machine landing in the arena totally unharmed and missing anyone. Everyone is watching as Frik Snackey lies beaten and heavily battered by Delikado’s sentient pinky finger. The titan, once so imposing, is now breathing with shakiness as he lifts his head up and looks at Delikado. The Cuban’s pinky finger, despite doing all the lifting and all the work, remains active as it does its menacing cobra arch.
Frik Snackey: *weakly* All I…All I wanted was…justice…
……………………….
Sofia Monzón: Delikado says you…ohh goddammit…you can have “just this.”
Delikado’s pinky takes the vending machine and slams it down on top of Frik Snackey, creating a nerve-jarring crashing sound of vending machine glass breaking, and bones breaking.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Sofia Monzón: The match is over! GET THESE <BEEP>ING SWEDES OUT OF HERE!!
The Swedes of the Resistance break out into scrambling and trampling as they turn to run from the hippies and other assortment of Delikado’s rag-tag gang. Butter leads the way, looking around dramatically.
Butter: Let’s lend ‘em a hand at their exodus, lads! But where’s dat “king” an’ his welp?!
A second camera catches up with Prince Otto rushing to a jet plane with his wheelchaired father. Eon Pig lands at that exact moment, panting with exhaustion.
Eon Pig: Yo, check it, Snackey done got squashed, game’s over, sqwak!
Otto snorts with contempt as he briefly looks back.
Prince Otto Sonsson: In your American phrasing, “no durrs”! I bailed round zee time Snackey was the flying white and blue fish monster thing.
Eon Pig: So wait, ya’ll was gonna abandon me here, sqwak?! And I thought we was fam, man, sqwak…
Prince Otto Sonsson: Quit zee bitching, you’re here now and going with us, right…?
Otto’s eyes suddenly catch Butter charging them in the distance. He looks toward the jet, to find it isn’t wheelchair accessible, and then to his crippled father. A dark look crosses the young prince’s face as he releases his hands from the wheelchair handles.
Prince Otto Sonsson: Vitch is more zen I can say for you, vader…
He pushes the chair away from the plane and runs up the stairs as quick as he can. Eon Pig’s beak drops in initial disbelief, but that emotion drops immediately as a crafty smile crosses his face and he flies into the jet.
Eon Pig: Daaaaaymn, cold, son, sqwak!
The jet proceeds to take off in its escape, leaving the lethargic King Son Gustav to fend for himself just as the mighty Butter storms the field. He pants as he watches the jet leave, but he seems content all the same as he turns to the monarch pretender.
Butter: Avast I stand to tell ya a wee tale, a tragic one, bout a pore big-headed boy who served a poser “king” and his brat court. This service came with mockery ‘n beatens, but the big-headed boy did it with nary a whimper, cuz udderwise de king threatened to turn his family village into an IKEA. Ventually they grew bored and left de boy to rot in the streets despite his bitter loyalty, and his village was……Stand up, Gustav, I know ye hear me and can function! Your heir’s abandoned yah, your faction’s in shambles, ya might as well let your real self fly, ya ken?
Gustav’s eyes slowly open and he leans forward in his wheelchair. He lets out a wheezy gasp as he extends quivering hands.
King Son Gustav: Pleese-a, I'm un ould muon nuo! A kreeple! Bork Bork Bork!
Butter kicks the wheelchair over, sending Gustav to the ground. Rather than lay there and pretend to be “a kreeple”, he starts to crawl away on all fours with an ease quite unexpected at first, yet Butter’s dry laugh shows he saw through the charade.
Butter: No, you’re not a cripple, just a coward!
He twirls the 2x4 and hits Gustav smartly with it on the shoulders. Gustav squeals in pain but continues to try and rise to flee, only for Butter to grab him by the scruff, turn it so they’re face to face, and bellow in rage.
Butter: Not to mention, MINE!
[FGA has come to terms on the release of FGA Superstar King Son Gustav. We wish King Son Gustav the best in all future endeavors.]
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Delikado is being returned to his wheelchair by Sofia. She briefly looks around at the theme park as she addresses her client.
Sofia Monzón: I imagine the buses of Milwaukee will be full of Swedish people tonight. They didn’t make even a pretense of a fight. Unlike him…
She glances to the vending machine that is currently being elevated into the back of a dump truck. The machine angles up to reveal Frik Snackey, though the broken window, lying inside amidst the snacks. His eyes briefly flutter as he rattles out a breath and twitches with life. The dump truck drives off into the night with its damaged goods. Sofa turns back to Delikado, elevating her eyebrow in bewilderment.
Sofia Monzón: And you, with that finger of yours. You’ll have to explain that to me.
……………………………
Sofia Monzón: Hmm, seems your body IS slowly recovering its vigor. It’s one freaking finger at a time, apparently, but it’s better than nothing.
Ewan walks up looking in a celebratory mood.
Ewan Jakeway: And what a finger it is! Y’know, some of those hippies are already calling it “the pinky that was promised”, haha!
Sofia Monzón: Oh my God….Still, at least the night hasn’t been a total loss. We survived this B-plot, and now we know what’s next with the A-plot.
Ewan Jakeway: C’mon, Sofia, you’re ALREADY plotting what’s next?! Silk & Cyanide can wait one night. The US Tag Titles can wait one night. Let’s go out and party, LIVE a little! I promise there’ll be time for all that. I bet if we find Susan, she’ll agree.
As Ewan takes hold of Delikado’s wheelchair and pushes him away, Sofia stops in her tracks and holds back a few feet. She takes out the letter that Susan Kent allegedly wrote, about making peace [see Only The Strong Survive], and reads over it to herself. Somberly, given the night’s many events, Sofia stares off into the darkness of Milwaukee and pockets the letter. The scene fades out.
TO BE CONTINUED