Trapped to Think (vs. L~7 and Beyond)
Sept 7, 2021 21:43:54 GMT -6
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Post by Mundo Kindo on Sept 7, 2021 21:43:54 GMT -6
Mundo Kindo is seen thrown into a concrete room. Black concrete so the white LED lights in the room seem extra bright. His mask is still on his face, and the guard standing at the front of the large expanse in his Jabberwocke (Jabberwockie? whatever) branded security armor and rifle posts tall with the screen behind him.
With a sigh, Mundo approaches his side table next to his bed, emptying his pockets as per the instructions. He then approaches the security guard with his hands up, out, and in front of him.
"We good Jason?" Mundo asks.
The security guards nods before clicking a remote in his left hand. Behind him, a couple pictures of L~7 and Beyond appear on the screen.
"Oh come on..." Mundo mutters.
"You're the one who wanted this. So...as per my orders...you're going to study," Jason--the guard--says.
"One's an alien of mysterious power and the other is a literal unknown, fuck do you want from me?" Mundo asks.
"For you to study," Jason says.
He sets the remote on a table set up in front of the screen. The single metal folding chair counteracted with the long table is enough for Mundo to sigh and sit down.
"Can I get my dinner first?" Mundo asks.
"You'll get it after you've studied," Jason says.
"Fuckin...Jason, come on! I don't have time for this shit. I have to get to my lab and start moving--"
"Your lab and everything inside has been packed up and will be moved to the new facility."
Mundo's mouth audibly shuts behind his mask. He slams his right fist on the table.
"How...how did you find my lab?" he asks.
"They never lost it. The Big Man said it was smart, for what it's worth, but it was never fully going to last. Now..."
Jason uses his rifle to gesture towards the screen.
"Study."
At Mundo's defeated sigh, Jason nods and exits the room. The loud thud that coincides with the door shutting and automatically locking makes its prisoner twitch.
Mundo sighs once more.
"I miss Bruce...at least he was nice company..." Mundo says.
Yeah, well, that's what you get for conspiring to escape with a fat dude more interested in money.
"Could you just give me, like...five minutes of privacy?"
If it were as easy as that I'd not only be out of a job, but it would make your life significantly less easier.
Less easy?
Whatever.
Point is, especially in this predicament, loneliness will only lead to madness. Now I know, as an evil scientist, madness is a prerequisite...
"Fuck off."
...but the last thing either of us needs is you going even madder, Wonderland style, because you're stuck in a pitch black room lighted only by pure white LED lights.
Shit's crazy, and you would definitely become so if you were alone.
"So...what...I'm supposed to be thankful that you're in my life?"
You're the one that fucked up and brought me here. Honesty I'm kinda glad you did. You're certainly better than my last guy.
"Is that so?"
...for the most part, yeah.
"So...wanna...I don't know...get to studying?"
L~7 is an alien, you got that right. And not just a character, like a legitimate alien. Don't ask me how or why they're here, that particular portion isn't really important. What is is the fact that they're an alien brought to Earth.
You're...you.
"I'm really loving this confidence."
What do you expect? You're barely a wrestler and hardly a fighter. You don't survive these matches by ability. YOU survive these matches by being smarter than them.
"What about Beyond?"
You wouldn't believe it but his official application indicates he isn't dissimilar to how you got here. Maybe with less pinash and more amnesia, but the general gist of a fish out of water is there.
"So there's potential there."
For what?
"For an ally."
I should tell you that I just facepalmed.
"Josh..."
Shut up Heather.
"Shut up Heat--? What?!"
Fuck off. The last time you tried to ally with somebody they moved him to another facility. That's twofold because now that means you're all alone, but it also means Dukes and Von Brandt are afraid of the potential you could do if given an inch.
It's threefold, actually, as now it means you're left to your thoughts unabated.
And hey, I'm a pretty good bounce back/ventee right?
"Uh..."
Right, exactly. Ergo, when I tell you that allying with anybody right now is a stupid idea, your response would be...
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?"
...
...
...
Okay we need to work on that script, but the point is, you're in the best position of anybody on the roster. Dukes runs Las Vegas and is now going to run wherever the fuck he moves everybody. You're the ONLY person on the roster to know ahead of time that we're moving. Plus he's moving your whole lab with you so you can still work on the gate whenever you have time and freedom.
Allying with people like Bruce Buffer of all people and general unknowns like Beyond is a fucking problem waiting to burst.
"I get your point."
Good.
"I also think you're forgetting something important."
Lay it on me buddy.
"How the fuck am I going to survive enough to even get that power source?"
What about the concept of 'you're smart' do you not understand?
"Yes, I get it, rub my head a bit more, please, but smarts can only get you so far when you're avoiding getting your face beaten in."
If it means that much to you, jack a pipe backstage. Not like you haven't snuck around back there before.
"Yeah but that was when nobody knew I was coming. Now they'll know what to expect."
Alight, I got a better idea.
"I'm afraid to ask..."
No, I'm serious.
"Okay...?"
Stop making fucking excuses and use your fucking brain to come up with a plan that allows you to beat a literal alien and an amnesiac from what might be another dimension.
"It's not that simple."
It really is.
"Says the omniscient narrator."
Exactly, the guy who would know best.
"You literally called me Heather a few minutes ago."
It...it was a reference! A slip of the tongue! Don't focus on that!
"I kinda want to."
Fuck OFF Heather.
"There it is again."
Shut UP Heath--GRRR!
"Was that a growl? Did you just narrate yourself growling?"
Yes!
No!
Look! Point is you're the smartest person on the roster, the smartest person at Black Pyramid, and right now, the smartest person in Las Vegas. Conrad knows how smart you are. Yes, he's taking advantage of it, but you can take advantage of knowing what he doesn't know.
"Such as?"
You're the smart one, genius. Figure it out.
"...yeah...okay..."
Good. And while you're going through the guise of studying your opponents, come up with an idea to get yourself out of this mess. Take advantage of it while you can but let's be honest...this isn't going to last. Usefulness is a fickle thing and it WILL run out eventually.
"Yeah...trust me, I am aware of that."
Double good.
Now.
You keep on thinking, I'm pretty sure--
The door to the room opens up once again. Jason walks in with a plate of some potatoes and steak. He sets it on the table in front of Mundo with a tall glass of milk.
"There's your dinner. Once you're done with that, Von Brandt wants you in the lab. Is that clear?" he asks.
"Crystal," Mundo says, grabbing a fork.
Once everything is again shut back tight, Mundo starts to eat.
He starts to eat and to contemplate.
With a sigh, Mundo approaches his side table next to his bed, emptying his pockets as per the instructions. He then approaches the security guard with his hands up, out, and in front of him.
"We good Jason?" Mundo asks.
The security guards nods before clicking a remote in his left hand. Behind him, a couple pictures of L~7 and Beyond appear on the screen.
"Oh come on..." Mundo mutters.
"You're the one who wanted this. So...as per my orders...you're going to study," Jason--the guard--says.
"One's an alien of mysterious power and the other is a literal unknown, fuck do you want from me?" Mundo asks.
"For you to study," Jason says.
He sets the remote on a table set up in front of the screen. The single metal folding chair counteracted with the long table is enough for Mundo to sigh and sit down.
"Can I get my dinner first?" Mundo asks.
"You'll get it after you've studied," Jason says.
"Fuckin...Jason, come on! I don't have time for this shit. I have to get to my lab and start moving--"
"Your lab and everything inside has been packed up and will be moved to the new facility."
Mundo's mouth audibly shuts behind his mask. He slams his right fist on the table.
"How...how did you find my lab?" he asks.
"They never lost it. The Big Man said it was smart, for what it's worth, but it was never fully going to last. Now..."
Jason uses his rifle to gesture towards the screen.
"Study."
At Mundo's defeated sigh, Jason nods and exits the room. The loud thud that coincides with the door shutting and automatically locking makes its prisoner twitch.
Mundo sighs once more.
"I miss Bruce...at least he was nice company..." Mundo says.
Yeah, well, that's what you get for conspiring to escape with a fat dude more interested in money.
"Could you just give me, like...five minutes of privacy?"
If it were as easy as that I'd not only be out of a job, but it would make your life significantly less easier.
Less easy?
Whatever.
Point is, especially in this predicament, loneliness will only lead to madness. Now I know, as an evil scientist, madness is a prerequisite...
"Fuck off."
...but the last thing either of us needs is you going even madder, Wonderland style, because you're stuck in a pitch black room lighted only by pure white LED lights.
Shit's crazy, and you would definitely become so if you were alone.
"So...what...I'm supposed to be thankful that you're in my life?"
You're the one that fucked up and brought me here. Honesty I'm kinda glad you did. You're certainly better than my last guy.
"Is that so?"
...for the most part, yeah.
"So...wanna...I don't know...get to studying?"
L~7 is an alien, you got that right. And not just a character, like a legitimate alien. Don't ask me how or why they're here, that particular portion isn't really important. What is is the fact that they're an alien brought to Earth.
You're...you.
"I'm really loving this confidence."
What do you expect? You're barely a wrestler and hardly a fighter. You don't survive these matches by ability. YOU survive these matches by being smarter than them.
"What about Beyond?"
You wouldn't believe it but his official application indicates he isn't dissimilar to how you got here. Maybe with less pinash and more amnesia, but the general gist of a fish out of water is there.
"So there's potential there."
For what?
"For an ally."
I should tell you that I just facepalmed.
"Josh..."
Shut up Heather.
"Shut up Heat--? What?!"
Fuck off. The last time you tried to ally with somebody they moved him to another facility. That's twofold because now that means you're all alone, but it also means Dukes and Von Brandt are afraid of the potential you could do if given an inch.
It's threefold, actually, as now it means you're left to your thoughts unabated.
And hey, I'm a pretty good bounce back/ventee right?
"Uh..."
Right, exactly. Ergo, when I tell you that allying with anybody right now is a stupid idea, your response would be...
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?"
...
...
...
Okay we need to work on that script, but the point is, you're in the best position of anybody on the roster. Dukes runs Las Vegas and is now going to run wherever the fuck he moves everybody. You're the ONLY person on the roster to know ahead of time that we're moving. Plus he's moving your whole lab with you so you can still work on the gate whenever you have time and freedom.
Allying with people like Bruce Buffer of all people and general unknowns like Beyond is a fucking problem waiting to burst.
"I get your point."
Good.
"I also think you're forgetting something important."
Lay it on me buddy.
"How the fuck am I going to survive enough to even get that power source?"
What about the concept of 'you're smart' do you not understand?
"Yes, I get it, rub my head a bit more, please, but smarts can only get you so far when you're avoiding getting your face beaten in."
If it means that much to you, jack a pipe backstage. Not like you haven't snuck around back there before.
"Yeah but that was when nobody knew I was coming. Now they'll know what to expect."
Alight, I got a better idea.
"I'm afraid to ask..."
No, I'm serious.
"Okay...?"
Stop making fucking excuses and use your fucking brain to come up with a plan that allows you to beat a literal alien and an amnesiac from what might be another dimension.
"It's not that simple."
It really is.
"Says the omniscient narrator."
Exactly, the guy who would know best.
"You literally called me Heather a few minutes ago."
It...it was a reference! A slip of the tongue! Don't focus on that!
"I kinda want to."
Fuck OFF Heather.
"There it is again."
Shut UP Heath--GRRR!
"Was that a growl? Did you just narrate yourself growling?"
Yes!
No!
Look! Point is you're the smartest person on the roster, the smartest person at Black Pyramid, and right now, the smartest person in Las Vegas. Conrad knows how smart you are. Yes, he's taking advantage of it, but you can take advantage of knowing what he doesn't know.
"Such as?"
You're the smart one, genius. Figure it out.
"...yeah...okay..."
Good. And while you're going through the guise of studying your opponents, come up with an idea to get yourself out of this mess. Take advantage of it while you can but let's be honest...this isn't going to last. Usefulness is a fickle thing and it WILL run out eventually.
"Yeah...trust me, I am aware of that."
Double good.
Now.
You keep on thinking, I'm pretty sure--
The door to the room opens up once again. Jason walks in with a plate of some potatoes and steak. He sets it on the table in front of Mundo with a tall glass of milk.
"There's your dinner. Once you're done with that, Von Brandt wants you in the lab. Is that clear?" he asks.
"Crystal," Mundo says, grabbing a fork.
Once everything is again shut back tight, Mundo starts to eat.
He starts to eat and to contemplate.