Post by The Very Big Supervillains on Aug 1, 2020 10:58:11 GMT -5
"👌︎●︎♋︎♍︎🙵 👍︎□︎♐︎♐︎♏︎♏︎📪︎ ◻︎●︎♏︎📫︎ ✋︎ ❍︎♏︎♋︎■︎📫︎ 🙰◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ 👌︎●︎♋︎♍︎🙵 👍︎□︎♐︎♐︎♏︎♏︎📬︎"
The cashier ot the Starbucks stared at the 7 foot Mummified stoic in front of her with a bit too much confusion.
"What?"
"🕆︎♑︎♒︎📬︎📬︎📬︎"
Somehow managing to let off a sigh in Wingdings, APW Wrestler ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ points towards a picture of a random Coffee and then waits. His inexplicable choice of closing is still just that, even more so when considereing the odd, eyeballed mask he's wearing again for some reason.
He's at least wearing a brown trench coat and a stained beanie to imitate some semblance of normalcy, but not nearly enough. The cashier gives another confused, appropriate look as she brings out a pen.
"Name?"
" ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎,"
The cashier gives an uncomfortable look.
"Err.. m-maybe just write it down?"
This would normally be the time where one would assume it's another language being used, maybe bring up Google or something else, but not for ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
The way he speaks is comprehensible. In any and all ways. It's fricking Wingdings, and he knows this. He's used to life as a unheard man and so he writes quickly and hands it back to the cashier who just stares at it.
"So.. should I call you Snowflake, Square, Two Sideways Nines, that shape, Th-..
I'll just put.. Derek, or something,"
Derek. Travis. While not his true nomanculture, ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ had recieved them with more (unseen) enthusiasm then one would expect. But it was reasonable. To be silent, silent for all time, leaves a lot to be desired in regard to communication. Individualism. Identity.
He was all these names and more, whether he liked it or not. And, speaking of identity, ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ had suffered quite the recent identity crisis.
Being apart of The Very Big Supervillain entailed not only being very big, but a supervillain as well. But the term supervillain was a bit too subjective for ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s tastes. He's trying his best to be as horrific and rude as possible but when hardly does... well, anything, it gets difficult.
And being William's partner made being a jerk much easier. Simply condoning the Behemoth's actions made you quite an ignorant person, just not in the ways you'd expect.
People unaware of who William Cunningham truly was (E.G: William Cunningham) would mistake his Supervillainess for something grand or threatening.
The Cashier quickly shuffles away and pulls out her phone for some reason. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tries not to lose his train of thought.
William the Behemoth had in more in common with a flickering light than a dark lord.
Annoying, constant. Most likely out of place and not very intelligent, ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ had come to accept that being partners with the Horrorhemoth wouldn't exactly leave him feeling enlightened or inspired in regards to the wrestling industry, or in regards to literally anything else.
And that was fine.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s wages didn't exactly fall out of the sky. He had a criminal record (for breaking a window) without knowing a single thing about committing a crime, if partnering up with a large man who was only slight more stupidly malevolent than most people's he's worked under than that was fine.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ did actually consider William a friend, until recently.
As much of a liar that William is, the man tends to stick to his guns, no matter how ineffective and ridiculous and far too loud those guns may be.
That means being a supervillain, or at least kind of a jerk, 23 hours a day, and ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s got no clue when that 1 hour of free time starts, because William just despises people being nice to him.
Maybe it's a hatred of pity, or some form of distrust, William wouldn't even let ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ give him an emotionless thumbs up without quickly gasping and giving a thumbs down, out of panic more than anything else.
And then there was the... tazing incident.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ has a bit of self respect, enough to not stand for William laughing at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ getting tazed.
Electrocution sucks.
That combined with William's urges for them to be more mean to one another led to the two of them not speaking to one another for a week. Just to calm his (in hindsight suprisingly small) annoyance at his tag partner.
Which is what ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ is currently doing. To middlingn excitement, although it's hard to tell.
Nobody can even understand him in the slightest, and without William to treat like an actual human being (or at least how William treats actual human beings. (which, you know, tazing incident. Kinda telling.)) ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ was either completely ignored, or worse:
"Claire, which one did you say was the dangerous, tall, horror movie-esque erial killer again?" A employee whispered, rushing into the shop. Eventually looking directly at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
"✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎✏︎ ✋︎🕯︎❍︎ 🙰◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ♋︎ ❒︎♏︎♑︎◆︎●︎♋︎❒︎ ♑︎◆︎⍓︎📬︎ ✋︎ ⬥︎♓︎⬧︎♒︎ ✋︎ ⬥︎♋︎⬧︎ ❍︎♏︎♋︎■︎♏︎❒︎📬︎ ✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ♑︎□︎■︎■︎♋︎ ♑︎❒︎♋︎♌︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ♍︎□︎♐︎♐︎♏︎♏︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ●︎♏︎♋︎❖︎♏︎📬︎"
The duo of cashiers instantly grab into each other as the giant, silent colossus marches over to them, the workers only now fully realising the empty shop they inhabit and the dead silence from outside.
He raises a hand, covered in old bandages, splattered in a harsh, dull gold, and reaches towards their direction, hand open and ready to grab.
The "Claire" women's eyes are shut, lips trembling as her breath quickens, the new employee simply frozen in fear as the hand gets closer and closer.
Just as he's got a firm grip, one women lets out a loud shriek and kicks at the tower of a man with all her might.
It barely does anything.
Except make then Man's hand clench, causing the red hot coffee ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ had been trying to grab to go all over his hand and floor.
The women are blank faced as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ grabs his hand in the emotionless stoic equivalent of showing pain.
Then he turns to them, equally as blank faced.
"Oh, you.. you just wanted your coffee? S-sor-"
"Sorry, Derek,"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ stares between them. Then looks down at the crushed, boiling cup at his feet.
"☝︎♏︎♏︎⌘︎📬︎📬︎ ✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ♑︎□︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♒︎□︎❍︎♏︎📬︎" ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ says before turning to leave the establishment, but not before slipping on the puddle beneath him and accidentally knocking over a chair, which his lanky body awkwardly and slowly picks up before he gives the cashiers one last stare and then leaves.
That was not good.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ blunt mind realises that's probably a metaphor of his ability to be a Supervillain. And, tazing things aside, he realises now what he must do.
And so, he calmly sits down at a nearby bus stop and pulls out his notebook.
--
1st August 2020
Hello. Travis APW wrestler coming at you live. Not really live. This is a journal.
Had a rough last 2 weeks, burt's not that bad. William was mad because I cost him a match but I didn't realise he'd follow me backstage.
William forgot on purpose, or at least that's what he was shouting about.
He's bit of an ignoramus. But he's my tag partner. We disagree, we argue, just like how I'm sure David van Dam and Mike Zybala argue sometimes.
Which I think they might be. From Dave's perspective, anyhow.
I've studied you guys, studied you quite a bit. There was this guy down in Cornawall who had a punch of tapes. Then I realised I lost my ticket, but I only realised when I was walking to the train station. And then I saw the same guy again and I acted all suspicious but we sorted it out and I had to walk.
That didn't have much to do with this match, hmm.
Hmm, "hmm" is like a filler word for me. So's "at least" as well.
My point is Zybala's got reason for this new run. The interviewer lady even gave him a slight dig on how little he did. He's still relatively active as a wrestler, and such.
Dave? You're very retired. A 10 time SFT Champ, SFT Hall of Famer, couple of tag team reigns in Boardwalk among others. Good resume. Nice to think back on while you sip you wine inside your rich house.
But, what's this? You're wrestling again?
I say "what's this?" But I don't mean it, I already knew about our match. I get told every Monday.
But, that begs the question, why?
You may think this is a win/win, you can just skedaddle if you do lose a lot. But your legacy.
I'm a humble person.
I'm probably not gonna be a 10 time world champ. I stared wrestling months ago, and I don't really bet a lot of stuff.
VBS is a group that prides itself on generally being bad, and still crushing other wrestler because of our size.
Dave, you think you're invincible, but you're not.
I'm not even talking about age here, that's kinda redundant, isn't it?
You losing to us is gonna heavily, heavily taint the legacy you've worked so hard to secure. Don't you realise that?
We're still pretty young! You know? If we beat you we're gonna be screaming and shouting about it for a decade at least, have you met William?
I won't be shouting, I speak in Wingdings and such, I'm not gonna get into it.
But me and William will make fun of you heavily if you lose. We might even make posters.
I would think that's a bit much personally, you're good but you're not the king of the legend castle, but that doesn't mean we're not gonna do it.
It's kinda funny.
We don't deserve to brag about our impending win. We don't deserve to mock you all for your hard work.
And yet we will.
We'll do it a lot.
I mean, I won't. Can't.
I mentioned the Wingdings thingy.
I mean this is my journal, you won't even be reading this. This just helps me organise my thoughts.
And I've been thinking about VBS lately. I like the "just-be-large" style of wrestling. It's nice, and it stops me straining my left knee. Which I fell on, when I was in Cornwall.
I like VBS. We just need to nudge the execution a little. Only be Villains to small people, maybe, that's just me.
But your ultimate campaign in this industry just seems really hasty. Not very thought out. Ultimate in this case meaning final.
It just won't work. Even if you do somehow get past VBS, some other APW team will strike you down. In a way hardly fitting of a veteran like yourself.
Then again maybe that's the point?
£ wonder what Mike Zybala was thinking, teaming with you.
I've seen both your works. In my opinion, one of your regime's is a lot nicer and a lot more antiquated.
I'm not good at mind games. I was trying to get you all suspicious of Zybala because William's probably gonna be suspicious with me. Just to even stuff out.
Eh, I'm sure me and William will figure something out. Kindred big men, as he says. He's an okay guy. He can't do a 450 splash.
And nobody expects him to but for some reason he always say he can. I don't know why. Maybe I'll ask him. Although he'll probably just say he can do a 450 splash. Maybe he can? No, he can't.
Anyway, I will make this last grand shoot, mean word things on you two old, stupid, dumb males.
VBS are the biggest and best tag te
My bus is here. I'll have to finish this when I get home.
Bye.
The cashier ot the Starbucks stared at the 7 foot Mummified stoic in front of her with a bit too much confusion.
"What?"
"🕆︎♑︎♒︎📬︎📬︎📬︎"
Somehow managing to let off a sigh in Wingdings, APW Wrestler ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ points towards a picture of a random Coffee and then waits. His inexplicable choice of closing is still just that, even more so when considereing the odd, eyeballed mask he's wearing again for some reason.
He's at least wearing a brown trench coat and a stained beanie to imitate some semblance of normalcy, but not nearly enough. The cashier gives another confused, appropriate look as she brings out a pen.
"Name?"
" ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎,"
The cashier gives an uncomfortable look.
"Err.. m-maybe just write it down?"
This would normally be the time where one would assume it's another language being used, maybe bring up Google or something else, but not for ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
The way he speaks is comprehensible. In any and all ways. It's fricking Wingdings, and he knows this. He's used to life as a unheard man and so he writes quickly and hands it back to the cashier who just stares at it.
"So.. should I call you Snowflake, Square, Two Sideways Nines, that shape, Th-..
I'll just put.. Derek, or something,"
Derek. Travis. While not his true nomanculture, ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ had recieved them with more (unseen) enthusiasm then one would expect. But it was reasonable. To be silent, silent for all time, leaves a lot to be desired in regard to communication. Individualism. Identity.
He was all these names and more, whether he liked it or not. And, speaking of identity, ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ had suffered quite the recent identity crisis.
Being apart of The Very Big Supervillain entailed not only being very big, but a supervillain as well. But the term supervillain was a bit too subjective for ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s tastes. He's trying his best to be as horrific and rude as possible but when hardly does... well, anything, it gets difficult.
And being William's partner made being a jerk much easier. Simply condoning the Behemoth's actions made you quite an ignorant person, just not in the ways you'd expect.
People unaware of who William Cunningham truly was (E.G: William Cunningham) would mistake his Supervillainess for something grand or threatening.
The Cashier quickly shuffles away and pulls out her phone for some reason. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tries not to lose his train of thought.
William the Behemoth had in more in common with a flickering light than a dark lord.
Annoying, constant. Most likely out of place and not very intelligent, ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ had come to accept that being partners with the Horrorhemoth wouldn't exactly leave him feeling enlightened or inspired in regards to the wrestling industry, or in regards to literally anything else.
And that was fine.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s wages didn't exactly fall out of the sky. He had a criminal record (for breaking a window) without knowing a single thing about committing a crime, if partnering up with a large man who was only slight more stupidly malevolent than most people's he's worked under than that was fine.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ did actually consider William a friend, until recently.
As much of a liar that William is, the man tends to stick to his guns, no matter how ineffective and ridiculous and far too loud those guns may be.
That means being a supervillain, or at least kind of a jerk, 23 hours a day, and ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s got no clue when that 1 hour of free time starts, because William just despises people being nice to him.
Maybe it's a hatred of pity, or some form of distrust, William wouldn't even let ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ give him an emotionless thumbs up without quickly gasping and giving a thumbs down, out of panic more than anything else.
And then there was the... tazing incident.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ has a bit of self respect, enough to not stand for William laughing at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ getting tazed.
Electrocution sucks.
That combined with William's urges for them to be more mean to one another led to the two of them not speaking to one another for a week. Just to calm his (in hindsight suprisingly small) annoyance at his tag partner.
Which is what ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ is currently doing. To middlingn excitement, although it's hard to tell.
Nobody can even understand him in the slightest, and without William to treat like an actual human being (or at least how William treats actual human beings. (which, you know, tazing incident. Kinda telling.)) ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ was either completely ignored, or worse:
"Claire, which one did you say was the dangerous, tall, horror movie-esque erial killer again?" A employee whispered, rushing into the shop. Eventually looking directly at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
"✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎✏︎ ✋︎🕯︎❍︎ 🙰◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ♋︎ ❒︎♏︎♑︎◆︎●︎♋︎❒︎ ♑︎◆︎⍓︎📬︎ ✋︎ ⬥︎♓︎⬧︎♒︎ ✋︎ ⬥︎♋︎⬧︎ ❍︎♏︎♋︎■︎♏︎❒︎📬︎ ✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ♑︎□︎■︎■︎♋︎ ♑︎❒︎♋︎♌︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ♍︎□︎♐︎♐︎♏︎♏︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ●︎♏︎♋︎❖︎♏︎📬︎"
The duo of cashiers instantly grab into each other as the giant, silent colossus marches over to them, the workers only now fully realising the empty shop they inhabit and the dead silence from outside.
He raises a hand, covered in old bandages, splattered in a harsh, dull gold, and reaches towards their direction, hand open and ready to grab.
The "Claire" women's eyes are shut, lips trembling as her breath quickens, the new employee simply frozen in fear as the hand gets closer and closer.
Just as he's got a firm grip, one women lets out a loud shriek and kicks at the tower of a man with all her might.
It barely does anything.
Except make then Man's hand clench, causing the red hot coffee ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ had been trying to grab to go all over his hand and floor.
The women are blank faced as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ grabs his hand in the emotionless stoic equivalent of showing pain.
Then he turns to them, equally as blank faced.
"Oh, you.. you just wanted your coffee? S-sor-"
"Sorry, Derek,"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ stares between them. Then looks down at the crushed, boiling cup at his feet.
"☝︎♏︎♏︎⌘︎📬︎📬︎ ✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ♑︎□︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♒︎□︎❍︎♏︎📬︎" ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ says before turning to leave the establishment, but not before slipping on the puddle beneath him and accidentally knocking over a chair, which his lanky body awkwardly and slowly picks up before he gives the cashiers one last stare and then leaves.
That was not good.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ blunt mind realises that's probably a metaphor of his ability to be a Supervillain. And, tazing things aside, he realises now what he must do.
And so, he calmly sits down at a nearby bus stop and pulls out his notebook.
--
1st August 2020
Hello. Travis APW wrestler coming at you live. Not really live. This is a journal.
Had a rough last 2 weeks, burt's not that bad. William was mad because I cost him a match but I didn't realise he'd follow me backstage.
William forgot on purpose, or at least that's what he was shouting about.
He's bit of an ignoramus. But he's my tag partner. We disagree, we argue, just like how I'm sure David van Dam and Mike Zybala argue sometimes.
Which I think they might be. From Dave's perspective, anyhow.
I've studied you guys, studied you quite a bit. There was this guy down in Cornawall who had a punch of tapes. Then I realised I lost my ticket, but I only realised when I was walking to the train station. And then I saw the same guy again and I acted all suspicious but we sorted it out and I had to walk.
That didn't have much to do with this match, hmm.
Hmm, "hmm" is like a filler word for me. So's "at least" as well.
My point is Zybala's got reason for this new run. The interviewer lady even gave him a slight dig on how little he did. He's still relatively active as a wrestler, and such.
Dave? You're very retired. A 10 time SFT Champ, SFT Hall of Famer, couple of tag team reigns in Boardwalk among others. Good resume. Nice to think back on while you sip you wine inside your rich house.
But, what's this? You're wrestling again?
I say "what's this?" But I don't mean it, I already knew about our match. I get told every Monday.
But, that begs the question, why?
You may think this is a win/win, you can just skedaddle if you do lose a lot. But your legacy.
I'm a humble person.
I'm probably not gonna be a 10 time world champ. I stared wrestling months ago, and I don't really bet a lot of stuff.
VBS is a group that prides itself on generally being bad, and still crushing other wrestler because of our size.
Dave, you think you're invincible, but you're not.
I'm not even talking about age here, that's kinda redundant, isn't it?
You losing to us is gonna heavily, heavily taint the legacy you've worked so hard to secure. Don't you realise that?
We're still pretty young! You know? If we beat you we're gonna be screaming and shouting about it for a decade at least, have you met William?
I won't be shouting, I speak in Wingdings and such, I'm not gonna get into it.
But me and William will make fun of you heavily if you lose. We might even make posters.
I would think that's a bit much personally, you're good but you're not the king of the legend castle, but that doesn't mean we're not gonna do it.
It's kinda funny.
We don't deserve to brag about our impending win. We don't deserve to mock you all for your hard work.
And yet we will.
We'll do it a lot.
I mean, I won't. Can't.
I mentioned the Wingdings thingy.
I mean this is my journal, you won't even be reading this. This just helps me organise my thoughts.
And I've been thinking about VBS lately. I like the "just-be-large" style of wrestling. It's nice, and it stops me straining my left knee. Which I fell on, when I was in Cornwall.
I like VBS. We just need to nudge the execution a little. Only be Villains to small people, maybe, that's just me.
But your ultimate campaign in this industry just seems really hasty. Not very thought out. Ultimate in this case meaning final.
It just won't work. Even if you do somehow get past VBS, some other APW team will strike you down. In a way hardly fitting of a veteran like yourself.
Then again maybe that's the point?
£ wonder what Mike Zybala was thinking, teaming with you.
I've seen both your works. In my opinion, one of your regime's is a lot nicer and a lot more antiquated.
I'm not good at mind games. I was trying to get you all suspicious of Zybala because William's probably gonna be suspicious with me. Just to even stuff out.
Eh, I'm sure me and William will figure something out. Kindred big men, as he says. He's an okay guy. He can't do a 450 splash.
And nobody expects him to but for some reason he always say he can. I don't know why. Maybe I'll ask him. Although he'll probably just say he can do a 450 splash. Maybe he can? No, he can't.
Anyway, I will make this last grand shoot, mean word things on you two old, stupid, dumb males.
VBS are the biggest and best tag te
My bus is here. I'll have to finish this when I get home.
Bye.
