Post by freedomsquad on Jun 23, 2024 6:18:06 GMT
The scene fades to an unpleasant looking street in an unpleasant part of town. We see steam wafting up from air vents as cars roll past, while garish neon lights flash across the street from the sides of buildings, and everybody who’s on the streets seems to be in a hurry to leave them.
Except for a few homeless people and a figure walking casually strolling the streets. Obscured by smoke and silhouetted by the city lights behind, they head down the alley, until they step free from the mist and into sight.
The figure then slowly reveals to be a dark haired woman, wrapped up against the chilled wind in her winter coat. She glances to either side, then continues walking.
We stay on the street behind her as she walks on, past a bar with a crowd of drunks loitering outside. They heckle her as she walks past, but she doesn’t react to them. The drunks shrug and go back to their beers - all except one, who stares after her with a sudden intensity.
The woman then turns off the street and into an alleyway that intersects two city blocks, still walking at the same speed, head down. As she draws closer, we see a couple of figures appear at the alley’s entrance - it were the drunks as they lick their lips hungrily at her.
With their eyes still locked on the Woman, they start forward after her. The Woman then turns out into an even quieter part of the city, with a selection of cut price shops all closed down for the night. We focus on her heels as they pace down the sidewalk. And then we see the boots of her pursuer, gradually picking up speed.
MAN #1: “Hey there, beautiful! What’s a pretty girl like you walking down here all by yourself?”
The Woman throws a glance over her shoulder and registers the men she had seen outside the bar, and she turns back round, walking a little faster now.
MAN #2: “This is a REAL bad neighbourhood. Why don’t we take you somewhere safe?”
The Woman continued ignoring them as she walked two more blocks, keeping her eyes fixed straight ahead from the heckling men pursuing her.
MAN #3: " Playing hard to get, huh? That’s cool. What’s your name?"
MAN #4: "Look, we just want to talk. We promise we’re not gonna hurt you. I mean Once you get to know me I am a real NICE guy."
Much to her annoyance, the men were persistent and didn’t get the hint that she needed to be left alone. In a frantic last ditch attempt, The woman breaks into a run, darting diagonally across the street towards a cluster of buildings ahead. The men all laugh and then start to sprint after her.
The Woman races past the deserted streets, not looking back, while the men chase after her, looking like they’re going to enjoy getting their hands on her.
She then quickly makes a dash into a narrow alleyway, but is caught by surprise when she feels powerful hands grabbing her from behind and slamming her back-first to the wall!
The force of the impact causes The woman to see stars in her head. She tries to see past her blurry vision as her attacker scoops her off the wet ground and pins her to the graffiti wall.
"Unhand me.." The woman whimpers a frantic cry, pounding several frantic blows to her assailant with her fists..."Get off me or I'll scream!!"
"I prefer that you do scream." The man sneered, pinning The woman’s arms roughly to the wall and making her wince...."Makes it all the more fun."
The woman turned her face from his, smelling the awful beer breath and sweat odor on him.
“You guys have no idea what you’re getting yourselves into!”
The man lays a vicious backhand across her jaw, causing her face to be jolted to the side. He then pressed his hand around her mouth as she stared back at him wide-eyed.
“Be quiet or I’ll cut you open like a fish!”
“Hey!”
A voice behind them calls out as the men all pause, turning on their dime to see Glory, prime super-heroine of Buzz City, glaring at them, hands on hips.:
“Get away from her! NOW!”
The man smirks, looking at the masked blonde in her red and blue glittery spandex with his glassy eyes.
“You want to make something of it, Miss T&A?”
Glory's eyes narrowed down each of the men as she carefully studied them, hoping neither of them were stupid enough to be packing heat.
“Yeah, I actually do.” Glory said as her gloss-sheened lips pouted. “Why don’t you try me, tough guy?”
The men look at each other momentarily before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"Ah, geez, what's up with all these cosplay bimbos these days! Piss off!”
The man turns his gaze to the terrified lady, his hand still pressed on her mouth.
“Women…always saying something dumb and stupid.” He said dryly as he sighed and lowered his hand down to unzip his fly. “But we can correct that with some D...”
Before the man could finish his sentence, a boomerang comes flying, boinking him on the side of his head, which knocks him out completely! The men all turn to Glory as she smiles innocently and shrugs her shoulders.
“What? I really hate it when people ignore me.”
One of the men charges at her, as Glory would quickly and swiftly GRAB him up by his shirt collar and then LAUNCH the man into the air, sending him CRASHING into a nearby trash can.
“Get her!” Yelled one of them as Glory was already in her fighting stance with her fists up, ready to strike like a viper at the men swarming her like hornets.
The hooligans come at her with a flurry of fists and kicks. Glory edges back, studying their moves, before planting her foot into their guts. She then follows it up with an elbow jab and sweeps their legs, knocking them back down.
Another one lunges at her and gets a few punches in, but Glory lands two heavy blows to his gut, and then brings up her knee to clock him across the jaw. The man staggers backwards and falls with the THUD down on the wet ground.
Glory’s eyes flicker to another, who stalks her with a lead pipe, as he waves it right in front of her. Wary of the weapon, she backs off, keeping her fists up, ready for anything. The lead pipe guy goes in for the attack. And as he swings for the fences, the ‘scared’ woman sneaks up behind him and bashes him across the head with a 2x4!
“Oof” The man goes down like a sack of potatoes as the woman looks down at him with a satisfying smirk. “Plot twist. I bet you didn't see that one coming.” She then delivered a wicked swift kick to the side of his ribs and smirks again.
“What are you doing? I totally had him, Libs.” Glory yelled at the woman who in reality was Miss Liberty all along in her civilian disguise. “god, why do you have to be such a buzzkill all of the time?”
“You damn well know that I HATE being the bait. I should never have gone through with it!”
“But you're good at acting out the part.”
“Next time you be the bimbo running around the streets in heels. And you tell ME how that works out for you.”
“Yeah, but like, you will get your turn to do all your crazy cool stuff in that TLC match . This is just practice for me to work on my cardio and shake off a few ring rust.”
“Well this training of yours sucks balls. These guys are not even half the wrestlers we’ll be wrestling. Compared to the No Sleep Society or the Generation Force or The Busfins or the Lachlan Kane's and the Malachi's and the J Mont's and the Clyde Newton's, these guys are just low-life's.”
“Listen! I am the brains of this operation and I think this works brilliantly in our favour! We discussed this and you agreed to it. Just like you agreed that I’d get the first crack at the BBC.”
“Don’t make this all about you.” Said Liberty harshly as she stared daggers through her tag team partner. “I want the BBC just as badly as you do. But we all know the BBC won’t go down so easily without a hard fight!”
“Well one of us has to take the BBC. And if there’s anyone who is more than capable of handling the BBC…it’s definitely me. I will be the one to take down the BBC once and for all.”
“Enough!” The man somehow musters up enough strength to pick himself off the floor, even though he’s in visible pain.
“I see what’s going on here. You two cunts are playing pretend superheroes, huh? Using yourselves as bait to lure me and my boys, and then beat us up for fun. Is this how you two get your rocks off?”
“Score one for the dunce.” Said Glory with her deadpan reply as Liberty held her laughter back, clearly enjoying the man in the state of unbearable agony he was in.
Unwilling to accept defeat so easily, the man then takes a BUTTERFLY KNIFE out, and waves it right in front of Liberty in an attempt to scare her.
“Let’s see how you get out of this one, bitch! I am going to gut you both right here, right now!”
Miss Liberty ties her hand back in a mocking way, even leaning her chin forward, offering the hooligan to make his move.
“Take your best shot. I'll even offer you a freebie.”
“Oh, I will. I swear I'll do it. I am gonna cut you up real good ”
“Why are you stalling then? Or you just don’t have the balls to do it.”
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!
The man finally tires of whirling the knife and lunges at her. Liberty side steps it, pushing him into the wall. She TWISTS HIS ARM, causing the man to howl in pain and forces him to drop the knife.
“God! Please!”
Liberty then GRABS the man and holds him up so she could see him eye-to-eye. Liberty then picks up the butterfly knife and waves it at his face.
“No! No! Don't hurt me.”
Liberty smiles wickedly but instead lands a swift KICK into his balls.
The man lets out a gut-wrenching cry, experiencing the most excruciating pain of having his gonads shattered.
Glory somewhere screams ‘Geronimo’, before she throws her body recklessly from a fire escape ladder and wipes out the remaining hooligans, as she uses them as her crash pad!
Liberty then GRABS the man’s hair, pulling him up to eye-level, her hands restraining him against the wall.
“Please! I beg you! No more.”
“From here on out, if I EVER catch you and your buddies on our turf and preying on people…so help me…”
MAN: (freaked) "Yes! I am sorry! *cough* I will NEVER do it again. *cough* I promise!"
Miss Liberty lets go of the man as he collapses onto the ground, coughing and gasping for air. She then turns around to catch Glory taking selfies of herself on her phone.
*Click *click* *click*
“What are you doing?" Questioned Liberty, making a bizarre face at Glory striking a pose with one of the unconscious men as she raised his index and middle finger up, making him throw up a peace sign before snapping another selfie.
“This one is going straight to the gram. The People need to know of us and all our great work that we do. Especially our opponents that have to deal with us at the TLC as we become a bane to all their 99 problems.”
“Better hurry up then. I can already hear the police sirens coming from a mile away. We can’t win the tag titles if we’re in police custody.”
Glory snaps one last selfie before the two superheroines flee away from the scene, leaving all the chaos and madness behind as the scene fades.
Except for a few homeless people and a figure walking casually strolling the streets. Obscured by smoke and silhouetted by the city lights behind, they head down the alley, until they step free from the mist and into sight.
The figure then slowly reveals to be a dark haired woman, wrapped up against the chilled wind in her winter coat. She glances to either side, then continues walking.
We stay on the street behind her as she walks on, past a bar with a crowd of drunks loitering outside. They heckle her as she walks past, but she doesn’t react to them. The drunks shrug and go back to their beers - all except one, who stares after her with a sudden intensity.
The woman then turns off the street and into an alleyway that intersects two city blocks, still walking at the same speed, head down. As she draws closer, we see a couple of figures appear at the alley’s entrance - it were the drunks as they lick their lips hungrily at her.
With their eyes still locked on the Woman, they start forward after her. The Woman then turns out into an even quieter part of the city, with a selection of cut price shops all closed down for the night. We focus on her heels as they pace down the sidewalk. And then we see the boots of her pursuer, gradually picking up speed.
MAN #1: “Hey there, beautiful! What’s a pretty girl like you walking down here all by yourself?”
The Woman throws a glance over her shoulder and registers the men she had seen outside the bar, and she turns back round, walking a little faster now.
MAN #2: “This is a REAL bad neighbourhood. Why don’t we take you somewhere safe?”
The Woman continued ignoring them as she walked two more blocks, keeping her eyes fixed straight ahead from the heckling men pursuing her.
MAN #3: " Playing hard to get, huh? That’s cool. What’s your name?"
MAN #4: "Look, we just want to talk. We promise we’re not gonna hurt you. I mean Once you get to know me I am a real NICE guy."
Much to her annoyance, the men were persistent and didn’t get the hint that she needed to be left alone. In a frantic last ditch attempt, The woman breaks into a run, darting diagonally across the street towards a cluster of buildings ahead. The men all laugh and then start to sprint after her.
The Woman races past the deserted streets, not looking back, while the men chase after her, looking like they’re going to enjoy getting their hands on her.
She then quickly makes a dash into a narrow alleyway, but is caught by surprise when she feels powerful hands grabbing her from behind and slamming her back-first to the wall!
The force of the impact causes The woman to see stars in her head. She tries to see past her blurry vision as her attacker scoops her off the wet ground and pins her to the graffiti wall.
"Unhand me.." The woman whimpers a frantic cry, pounding several frantic blows to her assailant with her fists..."Get off me or I'll scream!!"
"I prefer that you do scream." The man sneered, pinning The woman’s arms roughly to the wall and making her wince...."Makes it all the more fun."
The woman turned her face from his, smelling the awful beer breath and sweat odor on him.
“You guys have no idea what you’re getting yourselves into!”
The man lays a vicious backhand across her jaw, causing her face to be jolted to the side. He then pressed his hand around her mouth as she stared back at him wide-eyed.
“Be quiet or I’ll cut you open like a fish!”
“Hey!”
A voice behind them calls out as the men all pause, turning on their dime to see Glory, prime super-heroine of Buzz City, glaring at them, hands on hips.:
“Get away from her! NOW!”
The man smirks, looking at the masked blonde in her red and blue glittery spandex with his glassy eyes.
“You want to make something of it, Miss T&A?”
Glory's eyes narrowed down each of the men as she carefully studied them, hoping neither of them were stupid enough to be packing heat.
“Yeah, I actually do.” Glory said as her gloss-sheened lips pouted. “Why don’t you try me, tough guy?”
The men look at each other momentarily before bursting into a fit of laughter.
"Ah, geez, what's up with all these cosplay bimbos these days! Piss off!”
The man turns his gaze to the terrified lady, his hand still pressed on her mouth.
“Women…always saying something dumb and stupid.” He said dryly as he sighed and lowered his hand down to unzip his fly. “But we can correct that with some D...”
Before the man could finish his sentence, a boomerang comes flying, boinking him on the side of his head, which knocks him out completely! The men all turn to Glory as she smiles innocently and shrugs her shoulders.
“What? I really hate it when people ignore me.”
One of the men charges at her, as Glory would quickly and swiftly GRAB him up by his shirt collar and then LAUNCH the man into the air, sending him CRASHING into a nearby trash can.
“Get her!” Yelled one of them as Glory was already in her fighting stance with her fists up, ready to strike like a viper at the men swarming her like hornets.
The hooligans come at her with a flurry of fists and kicks. Glory edges back, studying their moves, before planting her foot into their guts. She then follows it up with an elbow jab and sweeps their legs, knocking them back down.
Another one lunges at her and gets a few punches in, but Glory lands two heavy blows to his gut, and then brings up her knee to clock him across the jaw. The man staggers backwards and falls with the THUD down on the wet ground.
Glory’s eyes flicker to another, who stalks her with a lead pipe, as he waves it right in front of her. Wary of the weapon, she backs off, keeping her fists up, ready for anything. The lead pipe guy goes in for the attack. And as he swings for the fences, the ‘scared’ woman sneaks up behind him and bashes him across the head with a 2x4!
“Oof” The man goes down like a sack of potatoes as the woman looks down at him with a satisfying smirk. “Plot twist. I bet you didn't see that one coming.” She then delivered a wicked swift kick to the side of his ribs and smirks again.
“What are you doing? I totally had him, Libs.” Glory yelled at the woman who in reality was Miss Liberty all along in her civilian disguise. “god, why do you have to be such a buzzkill all of the time?”
“You damn well know that I HATE being the bait. I should never have gone through with it!”
“But you're good at acting out the part.”
“Next time you be the bimbo running around the streets in heels. And you tell ME how that works out for you.”
“Yeah, but like, you will get your turn to do all your crazy cool stuff in that TLC match . This is just practice for me to work on my cardio and shake off a few ring rust.”
“Well this training of yours sucks balls. These guys are not even half the wrestlers we’ll be wrestling. Compared to the No Sleep Society or the Generation Force or The Busfins or the Lachlan Kane's and the Malachi's and the J Mont's and the Clyde Newton's, these guys are just low-life's.”
“Listen! I am the brains of this operation and I think this works brilliantly in our favour! We discussed this and you agreed to it. Just like you agreed that I’d get the first crack at the BBC.”
“Don’t make this all about you.” Said Liberty harshly as she stared daggers through her tag team partner. “I want the BBC just as badly as you do. But we all know the BBC won’t go down so easily without a hard fight!”
“Well one of us has to take the BBC. And if there’s anyone who is more than capable of handling the BBC…it’s definitely me. I will be the one to take down the BBC once and for all.”
“Enough!” The man somehow musters up enough strength to pick himself off the floor, even though he’s in visible pain.
“I see what’s going on here. You two cunts are playing pretend superheroes, huh? Using yourselves as bait to lure me and my boys, and then beat us up for fun. Is this how you two get your rocks off?”
“Score one for the dunce.” Said Glory with her deadpan reply as Liberty held her laughter back, clearly enjoying the man in the state of unbearable agony he was in.
Unwilling to accept defeat so easily, the man then takes a BUTTERFLY KNIFE out, and waves it right in front of Liberty in an attempt to scare her.
“Let’s see how you get out of this one, bitch! I am going to gut you both right here, right now!”
Miss Liberty ties her hand back in a mocking way, even leaning her chin forward, offering the hooligan to make his move.
“Take your best shot. I'll even offer you a freebie.”
“Oh, I will. I swear I'll do it. I am gonna cut you up real good ”
“Why are you stalling then? Or you just don’t have the balls to do it.”
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!
The man finally tires of whirling the knife and lunges at her. Liberty side steps it, pushing him into the wall. She TWISTS HIS ARM, causing the man to howl in pain and forces him to drop the knife.
“God! Please!”
Liberty then GRABS the man and holds him up so she could see him eye-to-eye. Liberty then picks up the butterfly knife and waves it at his face.
“No! No! Don't hurt me.”
Liberty smiles wickedly but instead lands a swift KICK into his balls.
The man lets out a gut-wrenching cry, experiencing the most excruciating pain of having his gonads shattered.
Glory somewhere screams ‘Geronimo’, before she throws her body recklessly from a fire escape ladder and wipes out the remaining hooligans, as she uses them as her crash pad!
Liberty then GRABS the man’s hair, pulling him up to eye-level, her hands restraining him against the wall.
“Please! I beg you! No more.”
“From here on out, if I EVER catch you and your buddies on our turf and preying on people…so help me…”
MAN: (freaked) "Yes! I am sorry! *cough* I will NEVER do it again. *cough* I promise!"
Miss Liberty lets go of the man as he collapses onto the ground, coughing and gasping for air. She then turns around to catch Glory taking selfies of herself on her phone.
*Click *click* *click*
“What are you doing?" Questioned Liberty, making a bizarre face at Glory striking a pose with one of the unconscious men as she raised his index and middle finger up, making him throw up a peace sign before snapping another selfie.
“This one is going straight to the gram. The People need to know of us and all our great work that we do. Especially our opponents that have to deal with us at the TLC as we become a bane to all their 99 problems.”
“Better hurry up then. I can already hear the police sirens coming from a mile away. We can’t win the tag titles if we’re in police custody.”
Glory snaps one last selfie before the two superheroines flee away from the scene, leaving all the chaos and madness behind as the scene fades.
