Post by Duke & Ava on Mar 23, 2024 9:16:32 GMT -5
Duke Jupiter sits there, on his barstool looking into the camera. March Madness is on the television set, a joint sits in its ashtray. And hey! You’ll say. Your mind is broken by the regime of safetyism! THAT ISN’T ALLOWED! You can’t do that here, sir. Well, here is a piece of paper that says I can do whatever the fuck I want. Who said that? The King did. What King? We live in the United States of Amerikkka and we don’t have a king. Well… he says, if you’re Duke Jupiter, you’re the Acid King and you can do whatever the fuck I want. It’s in the Constitution, man. The freak’s mouth is ajar, half of its head is shaved… something that would’ve at least connoted its status in the counterculture in a previous era. Now counterculture was raising your own chickens, growing your vegetables. Flying your own American flag. Pleading the blood of Christ. Nowadays, hating America is the socially acceptable thing.
Well, I happen to like freedom… to a dangerous extent, Duke says before he picks up the joint burning in the ashtray and takes a puff. He shows a pistol and the thing moves away from him. He’s as happy as God on Monday morning and he settles into a relaxed condition.
Duke fires off a round from the pistol which previously occupied the holster in his hip, it ricochets a few times before it exits through a hole in the wall.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T DO THAT HERE?!” He yells back to the thing.
“I’m Duke Fucking Jupiter!” He wears rose-colored t-shades.
“Look, Ryan Ashworth, that’s it, right? That’s who I’m facin’ this go ‘round isn’t it? Yeah… that’s right, my Ryan Ashworth… Ripper. One of the two teams we defeated at Super Brawl to defend our titles. But, this Sunday is a new day. Ryan Ashworth would love it if he could pull a victory over me… It would certainly all but guarantee Ripper another shot at the gold.
And well, that's why we're all here, right? Well, most of us are chasing gold in one way or another. So, yeah… Ryan really wants a win here and his brother Stephen is ringside to presumably help him secure it. Well, good thing I've got the baddest chick in CPW or anywhere else, if you ask me, in my corner just to make sure shit stays kosher.
So, let's assume Ryan pulls this one off… what next? Ripper gets back in the ring with Ava and I and what? Defeat us for our belts?”
Duke nearly laughs himself off his barstool. He takes another puff from his joint.
“Now, let’s not get too silly. I don’t want to make the mistake of underestimating Ryan and ending up with egg on my face. It happened before, hell, none of us are perfect. So let me just say, Ryan, I am looking forward to our match this Sunday. Let me see if you and your brother are ready to have another go and Ava and I. Give me a challenge. I’ve been in this business a long time and it’s easy to get jaded. It’s far too easy to get complacent, especially when you’ve had the kind of highs I’ve had in my career..”
Duke smiles.
“Make me regret my complacence.”
Well, I happen to like freedom… to a dangerous extent, Duke says before he picks up the joint burning in the ashtray and takes a puff. He shows a pistol and the thing moves away from him. He’s as happy as God on Monday morning and he settles into a relaxed condition.
Duke fires off a round from the pistol which previously occupied the holster in his hip, it ricochets a few times before it exits through a hole in the wall.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T DO THAT HERE?!” He yells back to the thing.
“I’m Duke Fucking Jupiter!” He wears rose-colored t-shades.
“Look, Ryan Ashworth, that’s it, right? That’s who I’m facin’ this go ‘round isn’t it? Yeah… that’s right, my Ryan Ashworth… Ripper. One of the two teams we defeated at Super Brawl to defend our titles. But, this Sunday is a new day. Ryan Ashworth would love it if he could pull a victory over me… It would certainly all but guarantee Ripper another shot at the gold.
And well, that's why we're all here, right? Well, most of us are chasing gold in one way or another. So, yeah… Ryan really wants a win here and his brother Stephen is ringside to presumably help him secure it. Well, good thing I've got the baddest chick in CPW or anywhere else, if you ask me, in my corner just to make sure shit stays kosher.
So, let's assume Ryan pulls this one off… what next? Ripper gets back in the ring with Ava and I and what? Defeat us for our belts?”
Duke nearly laughs himself off his barstool. He takes another puff from his joint.
“Now, let’s not get too silly. I don’t want to make the mistake of underestimating Ryan and ending up with egg on my face. It happened before, hell, none of us are perfect. So let me just say, Ryan, I am looking forward to our match this Sunday. Let me see if you and your brother are ready to have another go and Ava and I. Give me a challenge. I’ve been in this business a long time and it’s easy to get jaded. It’s far too easy to get complacent, especially when you’ve had the kind of highs I’ve had in my career..”
Duke smiles.
“Make me regret my complacence.”