Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2013 17:06:19 GMT -6
“So, I see that you have failed once again. This doesn’t surprise me at yet because you’re not me. You lost to a Mexican and now you’re sitting on the bench like a good little water boy that you are.” Shredder proclaims as he slowly walks around Ocean. Ocean is sitting on a wooden chair with his head down in defeat. “I have been on vacation for the last month and when I come back. I see that you’re spinning your wheels in the mud and getting no traction here in NEW.”
“What is your definition of vacation, Shredder?” Ocean mutters
Shredder taps his milky white mask with his metal tipped gloves as he remembers his vacation. He says, “Well, my bowling team won the demonic league for the fifth year running. I visited some of my friends who are being imprisoned for their war crimes against humanity. Then I drank some baby seal blood. So, you know the normal evil doers vacation when he not being attack by the heroes.”
Ocean chuckles, “Things never changes about you, Shredder. You visit friends that you personally place in prison because they were growing in power. That’s almost as bad as Patrick coming back to NEW after being fired for millionth time. He may be a talented wrestler but, he doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up.”
Shredder jerks Ocean’s chin up with his gloved hand as he growls, “It was for their own protection because if they become a threat than The Family would have to kill them. They would be safer in prison than being died. God damn kids, now a days don’t know the meaning of losing friends.” Shredder lets go of Ocean’s chin. He continues as he softly pats the stuff moose he is sitting on. “One thing you never ask about me, child.”
“When did you get a moose, Shredder?” Ocean says with confusion as he sees the massive stuffed moose appear in front of him.
“Okay, two things” Shredder groans in annoys. “You never actually ask my age.”
“Why would I care how old you are?” Ocean asks as slowly reaches and begins to pat the moose fur. “I can assume that your pretty old because souls don’t get this much power over night. Are you getting senile in your old age, Shredder?”
Shredder slaps Ocean’s hands away from the moose, “You have no permission to touch the moose. Anyways, the reason why I called you to my office is that we need to iron something out between us.”
“Your office” Ocean asks as he extends his arms out. “You jump into my dreams when I was falling asleep waiting for my turn in the line. Actually, this would be your office because there are different rooms here. But, that is a story for another time. So, why did you call me to your office?”
“Well, looks like this meeting is over.” Shredder says with a sigh as he and the moose slowly fades away
“Wake up” Creeker says as he shook his brother back and forth in his chair.
Ocean wipes the drool from his mouth with his coat sleeve as he asks, “I take it it’s our turn?” Ocean looks around the waiting room to see it was packed. “How long have been sleeping?”
“Too long” Creeker says with a slight snarl. “We needed to draw a new number because you were sleeping and we’re dead last now in the lane. Why did we come here, Ocean? We both have jobs and are not in trouble of being let go.”
The brothers have been waiting in line at the local unemployment office to talk to an official. Thanks to Ocean falling asleep he lost his spot in line. Ocean groans, “I guess I have to change my plan up then.” Ocean continues as he looks around room at all of the full chairs. “I wonder if they have Patrick’s name on file because they just know he going get fired again. I mean he would be home with all of these useless humans. He maybe talented but, he doesn’t get the point that if he runs his mouth. He won’t be in the dog house but, in this line filling for unemployment for the third time again?”
Creeker shrugs as he begins to scratch his right arm, “I don’t know but, all I know is that I think I’m catching something from this filth. Last thing I want to catch is fucking-retarded-piece-of-shit bug that has been known to roam around these offices. Can we go before I need to bath in bleach?”
“Yeah, yeah stop being a little bitch.” Ocean says as they stand up and begins to leave the unemployment office. Ocean stops near the door and asks, “Is that Roger Wright sitting there in those ripped blue jeans? Does that mean he doesn’t plan on showing up this week?”
Creeker pushes Ocean through the door, “Stop looking at the filth because they’re starting think that you have something for them. They’re one step away from become the greatest disrespectful person to be on this planet.”
Ocean says as stumbles forward into the parking lot, “Are we still talking about Patrick?”
“What I’m talking about is they’re one step away from becoming a hobo.” Creeker says finally
“Hobo” Ocean asks “Why do you hate on hobo so hardcore, Creeker? Actually to think about it, anyone who brings up hobos you up and leave the room. Why is that?”
Creeker says after taking a deep breath, “Do you remember how Renae and I meet?” Ocean slowly shook his head. Creeker continued, “When you and I were younger, Mr. Rivers didn’t allow us to be on the streets without him around. He never said anything about the sewers. So, when I couldn’t sleep at night, I went an exploring the large sewer system under Chicago. One night, I took a look out of one of the many manholes and that was the night my life change forever.”
Ocean regretted bring Creeker know
“When I stuck my head out, I saw a woman on the ground bruise and bleeding. Three homeless people standing over her with small lead pipes. I didn’t care if I was young but, this woman needed my help. I exit the manhole and grabbed a metal pipe from a nearby trashcan. I kept swinging until I was last person standing and lost myself in blood shred that happen around me. When I finally snapped out of my blood frenzy, I tried asking the woman her name. Unfortunately, her jaw was broken and she wasn’t looking good. I quickly took her to near hospital and laid her in front of the door of the hospital. Couple months later, I learn her name and that was Renae, who I saved from those hobos. Ocean, that’s why I hate hobos because they’re the predators of those who are lost their way in life.”
Ocean grabs a tissue from his coat pocket and mocking pats his eyes, “That’s a truly a sad story, Creeker.”
Creeker shoves Ocean as they venture down the busy streets of Uniondale, “Ass”
“Okay,” Ocean smiles as he regains his balance. “This week probable won’t be a good week for me. I have facing two great wrestlers that on any night can take anyone to their limits. I’m facing a quickly raising star and his name is Patrick. Only drawback that I can bring up about him is his attitude to authority. He says things that people are afraid to said because they know better. He doesn’t care and will speak his two cents about the current situation. My game plan against Patrick is, keeping him off balance by keeping him down on the mat and not able to catch to his breath. That would mean I have to get on my horse and keep this fucker down for enough time to do inflict some damage onto the third party in this dance.”
“What theories do you have for Patrick getting his job back?” Creeker asks as he snarls at a homeless man shaking a can at the brothers as they walk by.
“I only got two possible theories,” Ocean says as he kicks a blue ball toward a kid whom dropped it. “He gave someone a reach around or promise to be good boy for the rest of his time here in NEW. He probable gave Jesse the puppies eyes to allow him back in.”
“Patrick does seem like the type to do option A, just saying.” Creeker says with a shrug.
Ocean continues, “I’m facing a former world champion but, he seemed to forget that he needs to show up to be considered a wrestler now-a-days. Roger barely shows up to any of the shows anymore and I’m more surprise he is still employed by NEW.”
“So, you’re saying that he is living off his past actions?” Creeker adds in
“Pretty much,” Ocean says as he shoves his hands into his coat pockets. “That’s why I left your shadow Creeker. I need to become my own wrestler and I need to build my own legacy without you beside my side.”
“What are you saying, Ocean?” Creeker says as he stops walking
“I don’t want to know what Shredder did in my past and I want my future to be created by me, Orlando Ocean. I know I can’t run from my past but, I can at least not have it force onto me before I’m ready.” Ocean says with a slight a sigh. “I want experience life and stop being a puppet for anyone anymore.”
Creeker says as he throws his arm over his brother neck, “Fine, if you don’t want to know your past. Then your past is in the past, let’s look forward to see what the future has in store for the might Ocean!”
‘Days like that I wish would never end but, the day does come when all good things must end. I just wished it didn’t end so soon. We were just becoming a family again. I wish we never open it, I wish I had them still.”
“What is your definition of vacation, Shredder?” Ocean mutters
Shredder taps his milky white mask with his metal tipped gloves as he remembers his vacation. He says, “Well, my bowling team won the demonic league for the fifth year running. I visited some of my friends who are being imprisoned for their war crimes against humanity. Then I drank some baby seal blood. So, you know the normal evil doers vacation when he not being attack by the heroes.”
Ocean chuckles, “Things never changes about you, Shredder. You visit friends that you personally place in prison because they were growing in power. That’s almost as bad as Patrick coming back to NEW after being fired for millionth time. He may be a talented wrestler but, he doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up.”
Shredder jerks Ocean’s chin up with his gloved hand as he growls, “It was for their own protection because if they become a threat than The Family would have to kill them. They would be safer in prison than being died. God damn kids, now a days don’t know the meaning of losing friends.” Shredder lets go of Ocean’s chin. He continues as he softly pats the stuff moose he is sitting on. “One thing you never ask about me, child.”
“When did you get a moose, Shredder?” Ocean says with confusion as he sees the massive stuffed moose appear in front of him.
“Okay, two things” Shredder groans in annoys. “You never actually ask my age.”
“Why would I care how old you are?” Ocean asks as slowly reaches and begins to pat the moose fur. “I can assume that your pretty old because souls don’t get this much power over night. Are you getting senile in your old age, Shredder?”
Shredder slaps Ocean’s hands away from the moose, “You have no permission to touch the moose. Anyways, the reason why I called you to my office is that we need to iron something out between us.”
“Your office” Ocean asks as he extends his arms out. “You jump into my dreams when I was falling asleep waiting for my turn in the line. Actually, this would be your office because there are different rooms here. But, that is a story for another time. So, why did you call me to your office?”
“Well, looks like this meeting is over.” Shredder says with a sigh as he and the moose slowly fades away
“Wake up” Creeker says as he shook his brother back and forth in his chair.
Ocean wipes the drool from his mouth with his coat sleeve as he asks, “I take it it’s our turn?” Ocean looks around the waiting room to see it was packed. “How long have been sleeping?”
“Too long” Creeker says with a slight snarl. “We needed to draw a new number because you were sleeping and we’re dead last now in the lane. Why did we come here, Ocean? We both have jobs and are not in trouble of being let go.”
The brothers have been waiting in line at the local unemployment office to talk to an official. Thanks to Ocean falling asleep he lost his spot in line. Ocean groans, “I guess I have to change my plan up then.” Ocean continues as he looks around room at all of the full chairs. “I wonder if they have Patrick’s name on file because they just know he going get fired again. I mean he would be home with all of these useless humans. He maybe talented but, he doesn’t get the point that if he runs his mouth. He won’t be in the dog house but, in this line filling for unemployment for the third time again?”
Creeker shrugs as he begins to scratch his right arm, “I don’t know but, all I know is that I think I’m catching something from this filth. Last thing I want to catch is fucking-retarded-piece-of-shit bug that has been known to roam around these offices. Can we go before I need to bath in bleach?”
“Yeah, yeah stop being a little bitch.” Ocean says as they stand up and begins to leave the unemployment office. Ocean stops near the door and asks, “Is that Roger Wright sitting there in those ripped blue jeans? Does that mean he doesn’t plan on showing up this week?”
Creeker pushes Ocean through the door, “Stop looking at the filth because they’re starting think that you have something for them. They’re one step away from become the greatest disrespectful person to be on this planet.”
Ocean says as stumbles forward into the parking lot, “Are we still talking about Patrick?”
“What I’m talking about is they’re one step away from becoming a hobo.” Creeker says finally
“Hobo” Ocean asks “Why do you hate on hobo so hardcore, Creeker? Actually to think about it, anyone who brings up hobos you up and leave the room. Why is that?”
Creeker says after taking a deep breath, “Do you remember how Renae and I meet?” Ocean slowly shook his head. Creeker continued, “When you and I were younger, Mr. Rivers didn’t allow us to be on the streets without him around. He never said anything about the sewers. So, when I couldn’t sleep at night, I went an exploring the large sewer system under Chicago. One night, I took a look out of one of the many manholes and that was the night my life change forever.”
Ocean regretted bring Creeker know
“When I stuck my head out, I saw a woman on the ground bruise and bleeding. Three homeless people standing over her with small lead pipes. I didn’t care if I was young but, this woman needed my help. I exit the manhole and grabbed a metal pipe from a nearby trashcan. I kept swinging until I was last person standing and lost myself in blood shred that happen around me. When I finally snapped out of my blood frenzy, I tried asking the woman her name. Unfortunately, her jaw was broken and she wasn’t looking good. I quickly took her to near hospital and laid her in front of the door of the hospital. Couple months later, I learn her name and that was Renae, who I saved from those hobos. Ocean, that’s why I hate hobos because they’re the predators of those who are lost their way in life.”
Ocean grabs a tissue from his coat pocket and mocking pats his eyes, “That’s a truly a sad story, Creeker.”
Creeker shoves Ocean as they venture down the busy streets of Uniondale, “Ass”
“Okay,” Ocean smiles as he regains his balance. “This week probable won’t be a good week for me. I have facing two great wrestlers that on any night can take anyone to their limits. I’m facing a quickly raising star and his name is Patrick. Only drawback that I can bring up about him is his attitude to authority. He says things that people are afraid to said because they know better. He doesn’t care and will speak his two cents about the current situation. My game plan against Patrick is, keeping him off balance by keeping him down on the mat and not able to catch to his breath. That would mean I have to get on my horse and keep this fucker down for enough time to do inflict some damage onto the third party in this dance.”
“What theories do you have for Patrick getting his job back?” Creeker asks as he snarls at a homeless man shaking a can at the brothers as they walk by.
“I only got two possible theories,” Ocean says as he kicks a blue ball toward a kid whom dropped it. “He gave someone a reach around or promise to be good boy for the rest of his time here in NEW. He probable gave Jesse the puppies eyes to allow him back in.”
“Patrick does seem like the type to do option A, just saying.” Creeker says with a shrug.
Ocean continues, “I’m facing a former world champion but, he seemed to forget that he needs to show up to be considered a wrestler now-a-days. Roger barely shows up to any of the shows anymore and I’m more surprise he is still employed by NEW.”
“So, you’re saying that he is living off his past actions?” Creeker adds in
“Pretty much,” Ocean says as he shoves his hands into his coat pockets. “That’s why I left your shadow Creeker. I need to become my own wrestler and I need to build my own legacy without you beside my side.”
“What are you saying, Ocean?” Creeker says as he stops walking
“I don’t want to know what Shredder did in my past and I want my future to be created by me, Orlando Ocean. I know I can’t run from my past but, I can at least not have it force onto me before I’m ready.” Ocean says with a slight a sigh. “I want experience life and stop being a puppet for anyone anymore.”
Creeker says as he throws his arm over his brother neck, “Fine, if you don’t want to know your past. Then your past is in the past, let’s look forward to see what the future has in store for the might Ocean!”
‘Days like that I wish would never end but, the day does come when all good things must end. I just wished it didn’t end so soon. We were just becoming a family again. I wish we never open it, I wish I had them still.”