Post by The Very Big Supervillains on Sept 13, 2020 8:07:46 GMT -5
--
12th Septmember 2020
Hello!
Travis the wrestler here! Apologies for the lack of updates recently. I mean, life's been a little hectic. For me.
And, since I am me, I'm probably only qualified to talk about my issues. Or type about it on William's Nokia. I don't fully understand the other events going on Planet Earth, ag least not enough to type a concrete, worthwhile extract about them.
Then again, nobody actually reads this. Nor could they, this phone has a password, and even then, everything I write is in Wingdings.
Which means the password is also wingdings. Which means William has to ask me to sign him in whenever he wants to use his phone. Which I think has brought us closer together, as professionals and as buddies, although I am still fairly certain he is filled with nothing but indestructible zest for me. So it wouldn't take much for that to happen.
This is off topic isn't it?
Dangit.
Dangit all.
I wish I could be a little tiny bit more pumped about this iCUP tournament but it's kinda happened at a rough-ish time. Rough-ish isn't a word. Using "rough" on it's own would make it seem like the previous time that's been had or-
My goodness, that's not grammatically correct. Geez!
The added "-ish" is supposed to weaken the strength of the word. It's supposed to make me (and by extension what I'm saying; or, in this case, typing,) less decisive and therefore less meaningful.
What the heck am I talking about?
That's like 100's of words and none of them actually mean anything proper. What a waste.
Superfluous. That's how I would describe them.
But I already used superfluous before. As a word. So it's redundant now.
Does this make the entire speech thingy redundant as well? Hopefully not, I'm sure I can wrangle some point out of this.
Give me a second while I read over what I've typed.
Okay, so my point was that I'm still not 100% on my A game. William's still kinda furious about me challenging for his hardcore title and he's too busy chasing down Addy A to talk to me about it.
Not that we would literally talk, again, wingdings man here.
You know, now that I think about it I really should put at least a little bit more info about that Wingdings situation on this Nokia huh? Nobody can read it, so it's not like it can cause any real trouble.
It's Wingdings, after all.
And there are other people in existence that can speak Wingdings, I obviously know quite a bit about that. Them. One would assume that they'd realise that I wasn't wasting away in some boring job anymore, and that I was wrestling and stuff.
The whole "green blood" stuff after Phoenix bit me last week might've grabbed their attention.
It's not actually blood but most stuff about my anatomy is kinda odd and me getting into it would detract from the point of all this.
The point!
Ugh!
I'm ugh-ing to indicate my annoyance. With myself.
I got sidelined again, lost the ol' focus!
So, iCUP tournament, getting back to normal. Winning this next match'll get me even closer to the final, obviously.
That's how tournaments work. That's obvious. Unless they did this tournament using Group rules but even then, it'd still be me advancing further into the tournament if I won.
Yes.
That is true.
Does Madwoman know how tournaments work?
I mean she's "mad". Maybe she's too crazy to realise how this'll work.
Haha.
Ha.
That was a joke. Obviously she does. She is a regular human being, obviously. As am I. At least legally, anyway.
But I'm a supervillain so I have to mock her. I thought it'd be best to go down the ol' "she's wild so she must be dumb" route. Again "ol'" meaning old. It's kinda weird using an apostrophe right next to a speech mark isn't it?
Anyway, I'm not the best at insults. Normally this is fine. If I actually was good at insults, I would just feel even further restricted by my whole Wingdings-ings.
But this kinda puts me into a tough situation as now I have to insult my opponents as wrestlers in order to pump me up for my match now.
In regular circumstances I could just ask William what to say. Which wouldn't really be coherent all the time, but sure sounded mean.
But I don't feel like being mean to Madwoman the same way people feel like being mean to baby ducks.
It's a waste of time. What's the point? They're almost adorable.
But if I ever wrestled a baby duck, I'd probably win.
Ducks are tiny and it not being fully grown would heighten that fact.
And you are small madwoman.
Maybe the "madness" is you being "mad" at your own lack of height.
Is that good?
No, maybe I should say something like "you're only mad because you're body's too small to contain the rage" which is better but it sounds like I've just rephrase something from a TV Show. It does sound familiar, but I can't exactly put my finger on it.
So, what I'm trying to say is, it's hard to insult someone you feel nothing but pity for.
I am a Very Big Supervillain, that is me. I'm not narcissistic enough to assume that you're gonna lose just because you're small.
But, there is a bit of logic to that viewpoint, isn't there?
Size mostly equals strength. Sjre I'm clunky and you're more agile but what good is that when I might boot your head off with one kick?
Figuratively.
Again, I'm not arrogant, I won't actually kick your head off. Even if I could, I wouldn't. That's murder. That's a bit too much, for me at least.
See? This- I'm not exactly coming across as vengeful and destructive here. That's not good.
These issues with William are really messing with me and my mindset for wrestling.
Should I just talk to him? Wingsings to him?
I've never properly dealt with regular human socialisation. Not like I can talk to him or anything.
Maybe I could charade it?
It might work. William's in the library so I'd just have to get him to search up my match for Metal and he'll say a load of mean stuff about Madwoman that I can write down.
And then slowly, very slowly, we'll forget that Hardcore Title match ever happened! And we'll be buds again, sleeping on floors and sleeping with whores.
Ha! Rock and roll.
I mean, neither of us sleep with prostitutes. That would be really gross, I think.
Not like theres anything wrong with that, kinda. But I'd be too shy and William wouldn't do it with any woman who wasn't at least 7 foot 2.
Plus, I spoke about my anatomy before, and how that's kinda weird.
I have eldritch stuff. In that regard. Like cosmic horror type stuff. They'd be all like "I've met with a terrible fate".
...
Why the heck am I even talking about this?
Focus!
I'm chatting to William now. Bye.
---
---
"☟︎♏︎⍓︎📪︎ 💧︎●︎♓︎❍︎📬︎"
"AAAAAH!!! DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FRICK-!!"
"SHUSH!!"
William turned around to the source of the incredibly space-time-law disobeying words behind him like he'd been tazed. The rest of the library groaned at "sshed" at him but, the same way that birds fly, William ignored. He's was a fountain of ignorance. It was kinda amazing unless you were anyone who wasn't Travis.
His large, swivel chair nearly crumpled at William's weight and William was about to use the computer monitor he was using as a weapon of slightly-less-than-mass destruction until he realised it was just his partner ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
"Oh. It's just Travis. You snuck on me. Huh.."
William calmed down almost immediately. He looked like he'd just escaped a collapsing building but soon returned an apathetic snarl before turning back around and typing away.
Not the type of snarl he wouldn't do to anyone else, mind you, but William really didn't seem to like these "anyone else" people.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tries to grab his attention by pointing at the computer.
"This? Oh, I'm hacking into my old friends at the CIA. That way I can easily find Addy A and get my fricking belt back. Which they should already be doing! Those nerds.. They're probably just jealous my 3 letter acronyms are better,"
The computer screen has a Twitter login. The username is "CIA" and the Password is empty.
"I got locked out for 5 minutes. But when those 5 minutes are up? The CIA, and by extension most of Western Society, will be my bitch. "
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ shrugs his shoulders but quickly springs to life when realising something. He leans over his partner and points to the letter "A" on the keyboard.
Then "P".
Then "W."
William looks at all this then looks up at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
"Travis, I can't really-..
Uh...
I mean, I could read! But I'm to busy hacking into the CIA, aren't I? Get off my back!!"
William shouts, earning a "SHUSH" from the others in the library. It's a miracle he hasn't been kicked out yet, but ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ realises something good.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ grabs the mouse, ignoring the hissing from William. He clicks on an open tab of the APW Hardcore Title (William was probably compensating) and then clicks on the link below it, leading to APW.com.
A simple click to the card, and bingo.
"What about your match? You need help?"
William seems chuffed, and he actually reaches into his pockets to pull put his crooked glasses and read the match card.n
William hates his glasses forsaking his eyes look less Very Big, so him wearing them? He must be willing to work as buds with the stoic wingdinger behind him. That or he just wants his arrogance further fueled.
William reads the match card.
"A tournament, huh?
I...
C...
U...
...P...?"
Time freezes around William.
The Behemoth's facee shifts that could make one actually believe all the Villanious things he claims to be.
Not overflowing with rage, something else. Something primal.
Something has awoken inside of William.
Like a horrible childhood memory, finally remembered.
"ICUP?"
William's shaking hands takes off his glasses.
"🕈︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎✍︎"
"THIS SOME SORTA JOKE?! HUH?!
Just like the kids from school!! They always used to ask me to spell that as well! All the time!! And I'd fall for it!
I'd never saw them-!! Do anything like that!!
Ever! But they ignored me and laughed!
The kids did it!
The teachers did it!
The local doctors did it!
Even my own Korean-Romanian Stepfather did it!
You-!! You-..!!
I NEVER FORGAVE THEM, TRAVIS!!
WHY?!
I gave you a second chance!
I've never done that before! Now there's weird butter men after me be ause I looked into your past. Fricking Addy A everywhere!!
And now you!! TRICKING ME INTO SAYING THAT, EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW THAT I-!!
I-..!!!
...
.....
You don't name the tournaments, do you?"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ just continues to emotionlessly stare at William for a couple moments until the man awkwardly scratches the back of his head.
"Yeah.. erm.. I guess. Just a little-..
Well, I'm not paranoid. I just expect you to do horrible things to me.
Hating things people like is smart so hating everything, even stuff you used to like is not only villainous hit really smart as well.
Not that I hate you! I just-!!
...
Ugh.."
William and ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ just state at each other for a few more moments until a small, old librarian lady walks over to them both.
"Get out."
The two Very Big Supervillains make their leave. But not before William accuses the librarian of working for the CIA, and of being a cuckold, and saying that's what the "C" in CIA standed for but they do leave.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ shrugs his shoulders, disappointed.
12th Septmember 2020
Hello!
Travis the wrestler here! Apologies for the lack of updates recently. I mean, life's been a little hectic. For me.
And, since I am me, I'm probably only qualified to talk about my issues. Or type about it on William's Nokia. I don't fully understand the other events going on Planet Earth, ag least not enough to type a concrete, worthwhile extract about them.
Then again, nobody actually reads this. Nor could they, this phone has a password, and even then, everything I write is in Wingdings.
Which means the password is also wingdings. Which means William has to ask me to sign him in whenever he wants to use his phone. Which I think has brought us closer together, as professionals and as buddies, although I am still fairly certain he is filled with nothing but indestructible zest for me. So it wouldn't take much for that to happen.
This is off topic isn't it?
Dangit.
Dangit all.
I wish I could be a little tiny bit more pumped about this iCUP tournament but it's kinda happened at a rough-ish time. Rough-ish isn't a word. Using "rough" on it's own would make it seem like the previous time that's been had or-
My goodness, that's not grammatically correct. Geez!
The added "-ish" is supposed to weaken the strength of the word. It's supposed to make me (and by extension what I'm saying; or, in this case, typing,) less decisive and therefore less meaningful.
What the heck am I talking about?
That's like 100's of words and none of them actually mean anything proper. What a waste.
Superfluous. That's how I would describe them.
But I already used superfluous before. As a word. So it's redundant now.
Does this make the entire speech thingy redundant as well? Hopefully not, I'm sure I can wrangle some point out of this.
Give me a second while I read over what I've typed.
Okay, so my point was that I'm still not 100% on my A game. William's still kinda furious about me challenging for his hardcore title and he's too busy chasing down Addy A to talk to me about it.
Not that we would literally talk, again, wingdings man here.
You know, now that I think about it I really should put at least a little bit more info about that Wingdings situation on this Nokia huh? Nobody can read it, so it's not like it can cause any real trouble.
It's Wingdings, after all.
And there are other people in existence that can speak Wingdings, I obviously know quite a bit about that. Them. One would assume that they'd realise that I wasn't wasting away in some boring job anymore, and that I was wrestling and stuff.
The whole "green blood" stuff after Phoenix bit me last week might've grabbed their attention.
It's not actually blood but most stuff about my anatomy is kinda odd and me getting into it would detract from the point of all this.
The point!
Ugh!
I'm ugh-ing to indicate my annoyance. With myself.
I got sidelined again, lost the ol' focus!
So, iCUP tournament, getting back to normal. Winning this next match'll get me even closer to the final, obviously.
That's how tournaments work. That's obvious. Unless they did this tournament using Group rules but even then, it'd still be me advancing further into the tournament if I won.
Yes.
That is true.
Does Madwoman know how tournaments work?
I mean she's "mad". Maybe she's too crazy to realise how this'll work.
Haha.
Ha.
That was a joke. Obviously she does. She is a regular human being, obviously. As am I. At least legally, anyway.
But I'm a supervillain so I have to mock her. I thought it'd be best to go down the ol' "she's wild so she must be dumb" route. Again "ol'" meaning old. It's kinda weird using an apostrophe right next to a speech mark isn't it?
Anyway, I'm not the best at insults. Normally this is fine. If I actually was good at insults, I would just feel even further restricted by my whole Wingdings-ings.
But this kinda puts me into a tough situation as now I have to insult my opponents as wrestlers in order to pump me up for my match now.
In regular circumstances I could just ask William what to say. Which wouldn't really be coherent all the time, but sure sounded mean.
But I don't feel like being mean to Madwoman the same way people feel like being mean to baby ducks.
It's a waste of time. What's the point? They're almost adorable.
But if I ever wrestled a baby duck, I'd probably win.
Ducks are tiny and it not being fully grown would heighten that fact.
And you are small madwoman.
Maybe the "madness" is you being "mad" at your own lack of height.
Is that good?
No, maybe I should say something like "you're only mad because you're body's too small to contain the rage" which is better but it sounds like I've just rephrase something from a TV Show. It does sound familiar, but I can't exactly put my finger on it.
So, what I'm trying to say is, it's hard to insult someone you feel nothing but pity for.
I am a Very Big Supervillain, that is me. I'm not narcissistic enough to assume that you're gonna lose just because you're small.
But, there is a bit of logic to that viewpoint, isn't there?
Size mostly equals strength. Sjre I'm clunky and you're more agile but what good is that when I might boot your head off with one kick?
Figuratively.
Again, I'm not arrogant, I won't actually kick your head off. Even if I could, I wouldn't. That's murder. That's a bit too much, for me at least.
See? This- I'm not exactly coming across as vengeful and destructive here. That's not good.
These issues with William are really messing with me and my mindset for wrestling.
Should I just talk to him? Wingsings to him?
I've never properly dealt with regular human socialisation. Not like I can talk to him or anything.
Maybe I could charade it?
It might work. William's in the library so I'd just have to get him to search up my match for Metal and he'll say a load of mean stuff about Madwoman that I can write down.
And then slowly, very slowly, we'll forget that Hardcore Title match ever happened! And we'll be buds again, sleeping on floors and sleeping with whores.
Ha! Rock and roll.
I mean, neither of us sleep with prostitutes. That would be really gross, I think.
Not like theres anything wrong with that, kinda. But I'd be too shy and William wouldn't do it with any woman who wasn't at least 7 foot 2.
Plus, I spoke about my anatomy before, and how that's kinda weird.
I have eldritch stuff. In that regard. Like cosmic horror type stuff. They'd be all like "I've met with a terrible fate".
...
Why the heck am I even talking about this?
Focus!
I'm chatting to William now. Bye.
---
---
"☟︎♏︎⍓︎📪︎ 💧︎●︎♓︎❍︎📬︎"
"AAAAAH!!! DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FRICK-!!"
"SHUSH!!"
William turned around to the source of the incredibly space-time-law disobeying words behind him like he'd been tazed. The rest of the library groaned at "sshed" at him but, the same way that birds fly, William ignored. He's was a fountain of ignorance. It was kinda amazing unless you were anyone who wasn't Travis.
His large, swivel chair nearly crumpled at William's weight and William was about to use the computer monitor he was using as a weapon of slightly-less-than-mass destruction until he realised it was just his partner ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
"Oh. It's just Travis. You snuck on me. Huh.."
William calmed down almost immediately. He looked like he'd just escaped a collapsing building but soon returned an apathetic snarl before turning back around and typing away.
Not the type of snarl he wouldn't do to anyone else, mind you, but William really didn't seem to like these "anyone else" people.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ tries to grab his attention by pointing at the computer.
"This? Oh, I'm hacking into my old friends at the CIA. That way I can easily find Addy A and get my fricking belt back. Which they should already be doing! Those nerds.. They're probably just jealous my 3 letter acronyms are better,"
The computer screen has a Twitter login. The username is "CIA" and the Password is empty.
"I got locked out for 5 minutes. But when those 5 minutes are up? The CIA, and by extension most of Western Society, will be my bitch. "
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ shrugs his shoulders but quickly springs to life when realising something. He leans over his partner and points to the letter "A" on the keyboard.
Then "P".
Then "W."
William looks at all this then looks up at ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎.
"Travis, I can't really-..
Uh...
I mean, I could read! But I'm to busy hacking into the CIA, aren't I? Get off my back!!"
William shouts, earning a "SHUSH" from the others in the library. It's a miracle he hasn't been kicked out yet, but ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ realises something good.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ grabs the mouse, ignoring the hissing from William. He clicks on an open tab of the APW Hardcore Title (William was probably compensating) and then clicks on the link below it, leading to APW.com.
A simple click to the card, and bingo.
"What about your match? You need help?"
William seems chuffed, and he actually reaches into his pockets to pull put his crooked glasses and read the match card.n
William hates his glasses forsaking his eyes look less Very Big, so him wearing them? He must be willing to work as buds with the stoic wingdinger behind him. That or he just wants his arrogance further fueled.
William reads the match card.
"A tournament, huh?
I...
C...
U...
...P...?"
Time freezes around William.
The Behemoth's facee shifts that could make one actually believe all the Villanious things he claims to be.
Not overflowing with rage, something else. Something primal.
Something has awoken inside of William.
Like a horrible childhood memory, finally remembered.
"ICUP?"
William's shaking hands takes off his glasses.
"Do you think this is funny?"
"🕈︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎✍︎"
"THIS SOME SORTA JOKE?! HUH?!
Just like the kids from school!! They always used to ask me to spell that as well! All the time!! And I'd fall for it!
I'd never saw them-!! Do anything like that!!
Ever! But they ignored me and laughed!
The kids did it!
The teachers did it!
The local doctors did it!
Even my own Korean-Romanian Stepfather did it!
You-!! You-..!!
I NEVER FORGAVE THEM, TRAVIS!!
WHY?!
I gave you a second chance!
I've never done that before! Now there's weird butter men after me be ause I looked into your past. Fricking Addy A everywhere!!
And now you!! TRICKING ME INTO SAYING THAT, EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW THAT I-!!
I-..!!!
...
.....
You don't name the tournaments, do you?"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ just continues to emotionlessly stare at William for a couple moments until the man awkwardly scratches the back of his head.
"Yeah.. erm.. I guess. Just a little-..
Well, I'm not paranoid. I just expect you to do horrible things to me.
Hating things people like is smart so hating everything, even stuff you used to like is not only villainous hit really smart as well.
Not that I hate you! I just-!!
...
Ugh.."
William and ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ just state at each other for a few more moments until a small, old librarian lady walks over to them both.
"Get out."
The two Very Big Supervillains make their leave. But not before William accuses the librarian of working for the CIA, and of being a cuckold, and saying that's what the "C" in CIA standed for but they do leave.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ shrugs his shoulders, disappointed.
