The Cage- Tag Middle-Aged Man
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(Created page with '''The man hangs his head.'' "Well get the fuck up, sonny boy! Time to go! It takes brass balls to sell real estate!" ''He stands up, and immediately points at '''Brandon''', wh…')
Current revision as of 21:08, 15 June 2010
The man hangs his head.
"Well get the fuck up, sonny boy! Time to go! It takes brass balls to sell real estate!"
He stands up, and immediately points at Brandon, who seems mildly amused.
"Ahh, prison logic! I like it! Makes sense, given the circumstances. If your ass actually manages to cash the check that your finger just wrote, you're gonna be the man to beat in here. Brandon, pick your bitch ass up. You've been called out. And I'll tell you this right now: if you survive a popularity contest against this dude, I'm just going to declare you the winner immediately."
"Duel," came Brandon's reply.
"Pragmatism works too, I guess. Alright, square off, boys. Time to party."
Brandon steps to the center of the cage. "What's your name, man?"
"Rick."
"I'm gonna kill you, Rick."
Rick doesn't say anything.
"Aww, COME ON, Rick!" The Speaker is not pleased. "You're about to die, you might as well fucking grow a pair. You know what? I'm not gonna start this fight until you shit-talk Brandon. Doesn't have to be good. Just say something."
Rick still isn't saying anything.
"You fucking - I can't believe this guy. You already walked half of the fucking walk, man. You did it. You're actually in the ring with the scariest guy in the prison. I'm NOT gonna let you be the scary quiet guy in the corner, and I know that you don't WANT to be that guy. You want to run shit. You don't just want to survive. You want to BE that motherfucking alpha dog that you've hated your whole life."
Rick remains silent. He looks like he's trying to think of something to say.
"Now's your chance for that, man! You've got fucking superpowers now. All those couldas, wouldas, and shouldas? Now's your chance to flush all that shit down the toilet. Your LAST chance."
Rick wants to say something. He really does. He thinks he can't think of anything, but that's just the civilized part of his mind censoring him.
"Aww, fuck this guy. I can't believe this. Can't make decisions for shit. Women hate that, you know. That's why your wife fucked around on you."
That got Rick's attention.
"Bullshit."
The Speaker rolls his eyes. "You think I don't know everything about you?" Wait - does he? "You think you were just picked randomly for this shit? We KNOW shit about you, man. Shit you don't know." Watch him. Spot the flaws. Look for cracks. "You've got two kids." True. "Neither of them are yours." Lie. Or at least, The Speaker doesn't actually know that for a fact.
Wait - how do you know this shit?
Do you:
Status
- Curious
- Thirsty
- Safely in the Winner's Circle
Inside the Cage
- You (Winner's Circle)
- Brandon (About to fight Rick)
- Rick (About to fight Brandon)
- Professional-looking woman
- Sorority Girl
- Teenage Boy
Outside the Cage
- The Speaker