Post by kjcasey42 on Apr 7, 2019 18:04:28 GMT
We fade in on the front of a hole-in-the-wall bar, three flags flying beside a sign that reads “Duffy’s Tavern”; The American flag, then the Irish flag, then a flag with what looks to be a skull, wrapped in chains, against what appears to be a gear. Pan down to the middle of the street, where an imposing pair of women stand; A statuesque blonde, and a petite Black woman with pink and purple dyed hair, both wearing leather jackets with t-shirts and ripped jeans. They are the FAWN tag team known as the Wild Ones, and they have something to say ahead of what promises to be a horrifically brutal Street Fight between themselves and War Party.
SAVAGE:
FERAL:
“You know,” Savage begins as they advance on the camera, “a lot of you fans - ever since we got here in FAWN - have wanted to know...Just what is “The Steel Jungle”?”
“The Steel Jungle,” Feral chimes in, “isn’t a place, though it is where we come from. It’s also a state of mind.”
“That’s right! To know any more than that, we would have to explain to you people our past.”
“And most of the time, we would say that it’s none of your damned business!” Feral shouts, getting agitated. A calming hand from Savage on her shoulder has just that effect.
“But, hell...Maybe if you people understood where we’ve been...maybe you might understand why we’re the way we are.” The two lovers share a knowing glance before Savage continues. “You see...Once upon a time, before the two of us met...We were both misfits. Never fit in, always disciplined in school and at home. Then, one day...we ran into each other on the way out from skipping school…” Another loving gaze into each other’s eyes over the shared memory, “and everything clicked, as if we’d been waiting our whole lives for each other, even though we didn’t know it. From that point on, we were inseparable. Hell, with each other’s support, we even started to improve in school. Two hearts, beating as one...making each other into the whole person we were meant to be.”
“So!” Feral continues the story, “We decided after being joined at the hip for like...six months or so...that it was time for our folks to meet each other. My folks, they were kinda shocked that I was gay, but they didn’t make too big a deal about it. More like they didn’t give a fuck about me enough to react either way…”
Savage then lets out a deep sigh, “My parents? Not so much. To say they freaked the fuck out would be an understatement. Thy screamed and ranted at me long after Feral ran out in tears, scared as she was for her own safety.” Feral squeezes her girlfriend’s hand as she continues, “They didn’t raise no child of theirs to be no queer...that was one of the tamest things they said to me. They told me they were gonna see to fixing things with me, and I had no intention of sticking around to find out what the hell that meant. I told Feral about it the next day at school, and she agreed - neither of us wanted to go on without the other. And so, we wouldn’t.”
“As soon as we had a plan,” Feral interjected, “we left school - the fuck were they gonna do? We weren’t coming back. We packed as much of our stuff as we could carry, while we knew our folks weren’t home.”
“And I took anything I could find that we could sell for money. My parents were loaded, I figured they wouldn’t miss anything, and I didn’t care if they did. We pawned enough to get bus tickets to the nearest city. We would stay in motels and shit when we had money...On the streets and under bridges when we didn’t. There were stretches of days at a time where we would barely have anything to eat. We fought and kicked and clawed and scraped for whatever little bit we could get...But through it all,” She looks over at Feral, squeezing her hand, “we had each other. And that was enough. As long as we were together, the whole world could burn to ash, and we wouldn’t care.”
Feral continues their tale, “We lived like that for four years. FOUR DAMN YEARS!! Can you people even imagine what it’s like to live like that for fifteen hundred days, not knowing where your next meal was gonna come from, if at all? But we survived, because that’s what we do. So, one day, we’re in some bar in...fuck, I don’t know; Arizona, I guess?...We still weren’t old enough to drink, but we didn’t give a shit. The owner knew us, and knew about our...situation...and he told his crew to let us drink when we could afford it, water and shelter when we couldn’t. Cool dude. So, anyway, we’re in there, minding our own business, when a couple bitches try and tell us we’re in their seats! Seeing what we do by now, I’m sure you people can imagine just how well that went. They thought they were bad and shit, and could push us around. They found out different when a couple of their buddies had to carry them out and take ‘em to the ER after we caved their damn faces in!”
“We were actually expecting more shit to go down,” Savage adds, “when this huge dude wearing an eyepatch came up to us. Instead, he put his hand out and apologized for their behavior, introduced himself as “Corkscrew” and called us...how did he put it? “A couple of hard bitches,” and “their kind of chicks”. A bunch of dudes and chicks that looked like they were with him nodded behind him. I think they liked that we stood up for ourselves and shit. Turns out they, including the bitches we stomped into oblivion, were part of a biker gang called the Steel Jungle. After talking to Corkscrew and telling him about how we’d been living for the last four-plus years, he offered us a place in the gang.”
“So that’s what the Steel Jungle is: a biker gang, but so much more than that!” Feral chimes in, “Those so-called thugs and criminals were better family to us than our own flesh and blood!”
“That’s right!” Savage nods in agreement, “They took us in, taught us all sorts of shit, including how to fight properly - even though we were doing pretty well on that score already, but I digress. We made our way up the ranks steadily by being damn good at what we do. Shakedowns, loan sharking, and just general mayhem.” Feral has a little laugh at that. “Before long, we found ourselves in charge of the whole damn thing, with Corkscrew helping us steer the ship until we knew enough to handle it on our own.”
“So!” Feral barks into the camera, “Now that you know a little more about us, maybe you get why we chose a Street Fight to finish things with those Halfmoon cunts, once and for all!”
“That’s right!” Savage adds with a fistbump for her girlfriend, “The streets are our home! We’ve been fighting on these streets for over seven damn years! And fighting for real stakes! Survival! Where our next meal is coming from! Halfmoons, what stakes have you ever fought for? A pair of leather belts with gold and jewels and shit? Nice...but it don’t compare. You two had better be ready for the fight of your life, because we’re going into this thing with the mindset that our lives depend on pounding the two of you into oblivion!”
“We know you’re a couple of vicious bitches,” Feral pipes in, “so we know we ain’t gonna just roll into FAWN Arena and steamroll you two. You’re gonna put us through hell, just like we’re gonna do to you. But here’s the difference...We’re gonna take everything you can throw at us...and we’re gonna survive! We’re gonna weather the storm, and then we’re gonna beat you down and finish you off, because that’s what we do!”
“See you at March to War, War Party...One way or another, this ends then and there!” Savage growls into the camera, before looking past the camera to the one holding it, “Alright, we’re done...Get outta here!” she barks at the hapless cameraman.
“You heard her!” Feral snarls when the poor schmuck hesitates, “Clear out! Before we change our mind!” With that, the feed cuts off as he takes the camera off his shoulder and begins hauling ass out of the Steel Jungle’s turf.
SAVAGE:
FERAL:
“You know,” Savage begins as they advance on the camera, “a lot of you fans - ever since we got here in FAWN - have wanted to know...Just what is “The Steel Jungle”?”
“The Steel Jungle,” Feral chimes in, “isn’t a place, though it is where we come from. It’s also a state of mind.”
“That’s right! To know any more than that, we would have to explain to you people our past.”
“And most of the time, we would say that it’s none of your damned business!” Feral shouts, getting agitated. A calming hand from Savage on her shoulder has just that effect.
“But, hell...Maybe if you people understood where we’ve been...maybe you might understand why we’re the way we are.” The two lovers share a knowing glance before Savage continues. “You see...Once upon a time, before the two of us met...We were both misfits. Never fit in, always disciplined in school and at home. Then, one day...we ran into each other on the way out from skipping school…” Another loving gaze into each other’s eyes over the shared memory, “and everything clicked, as if we’d been waiting our whole lives for each other, even though we didn’t know it. From that point on, we were inseparable. Hell, with each other’s support, we even started to improve in school. Two hearts, beating as one...making each other into the whole person we were meant to be.”
“So!” Feral continues the story, “We decided after being joined at the hip for like...six months or so...that it was time for our folks to meet each other. My folks, they were kinda shocked that I was gay, but they didn’t make too big a deal about it. More like they didn’t give a fuck about me enough to react either way…”
Savage then lets out a deep sigh, “My parents? Not so much. To say they freaked the fuck out would be an understatement. Thy screamed and ranted at me long after Feral ran out in tears, scared as she was for her own safety.” Feral squeezes her girlfriend’s hand as she continues, “They didn’t raise no child of theirs to be no queer...that was one of the tamest things they said to me. They told me they were gonna see to fixing things with me, and I had no intention of sticking around to find out what the hell that meant. I told Feral about it the next day at school, and she agreed - neither of us wanted to go on without the other. And so, we wouldn’t.”
“As soon as we had a plan,” Feral interjected, “we left school - the fuck were they gonna do? We weren’t coming back. We packed as much of our stuff as we could carry, while we knew our folks weren’t home.”
“And I took anything I could find that we could sell for money. My parents were loaded, I figured they wouldn’t miss anything, and I didn’t care if they did. We pawned enough to get bus tickets to the nearest city. We would stay in motels and shit when we had money...On the streets and under bridges when we didn’t. There were stretches of days at a time where we would barely have anything to eat. We fought and kicked and clawed and scraped for whatever little bit we could get...But through it all,” She looks over at Feral, squeezing her hand, “we had each other. And that was enough. As long as we were together, the whole world could burn to ash, and we wouldn’t care.”
Feral continues their tale, “We lived like that for four years. FOUR DAMN YEARS!! Can you people even imagine what it’s like to live like that for fifteen hundred days, not knowing where your next meal was gonna come from, if at all? But we survived, because that’s what we do. So, one day, we’re in some bar in...fuck, I don’t know; Arizona, I guess?...We still weren’t old enough to drink, but we didn’t give a shit. The owner knew us, and knew about our...situation...and he told his crew to let us drink when we could afford it, water and shelter when we couldn’t. Cool dude. So, anyway, we’re in there, minding our own business, when a couple bitches try and tell us we’re in their seats! Seeing what we do by now, I’m sure you people can imagine just how well that went. They thought they were bad and shit, and could push us around. They found out different when a couple of their buddies had to carry them out and take ‘em to the ER after we caved their damn faces in!”
“We were actually expecting more shit to go down,” Savage adds, “when this huge dude wearing an eyepatch came up to us. Instead, he put his hand out and apologized for their behavior, introduced himself as “Corkscrew” and called us...how did he put it? “A couple of hard bitches,” and “their kind of chicks”. A bunch of dudes and chicks that looked like they were with him nodded behind him. I think they liked that we stood up for ourselves and shit. Turns out they, including the bitches we stomped into oblivion, were part of a biker gang called the Steel Jungle. After talking to Corkscrew and telling him about how we’d been living for the last four-plus years, he offered us a place in the gang.”
“So that’s what the Steel Jungle is: a biker gang, but so much more than that!” Feral chimes in, “Those so-called thugs and criminals were better family to us than our own flesh and blood!”
“That’s right!” Savage nods in agreement, “They took us in, taught us all sorts of shit, including how to fight properly - even though we were doing pretty well on that score already, but I digress. We made our way up the ranks steadily by being damn good at what we do. Shakedowns, loan sharking, and just general mayhem.” Feral has a little laugh at that. “Before long, we found ourselves in charge of the whole damn thing, with Corkscrew helping us steer the ship until we knew enough to handle it on our own.”
“So!” Feral barks into the camera, “Now that you know a little more about us, maybe you get why we chose a Street Fight to finish things with those Halfmoon cunts, once and for all!”
“That’s right!” Savage adds with a fistbump for her girlfriend, “The streets are our home! We’ve been fighting on these streets for over seven damn years! And fighting for real stakes! Survival! Where our next meal is coming from! Halfmoons, what stakes have you ever fought for? A pair of leather belts with gold and jewels and shit? Nice...but it don’t compare. You two had better be ready for the fight of your life, because we’re going into this thing with the mindset that our lives depend on pounding the two of you into oblivion!”
“We know you’re a couple of vicious bitches,” Feral pipes in, “so we know we ain’t gonna just roll into FAWN Arena and steamroll you two. You’re gonna put us through hell, just like we’re gonna do to you. But here’s the difference...We’re gonna take everything you can throw at us...and we’re gonna survive! We’re gonna weather the storm, and then we’re gonna beat you down and finish you off, because that’s what we do!”
“See you at March to War, War Party...One way or another, this ends then and there!” Savage growls into the camera, before looking past the camera to the one holding it, “Alright, we’re done...Get outta here!” she barks at the hapless cameraman.
“You heard her!” Feral snarls when the poor schmuck hesitates, “Clear out! Before we change our mind!” With that, the feed cuts off as he takes the camera off his shoulder and begins hauling ass out of the Steel Jungle’s turf.
