Post by Lady Munin on Oct 14, 2015 7:51:28 GMT -6
The scene opens on Munin driving in what appears to be a truck, and judging by how far below everything seems to be when looking out the window it is a very large truck.
Munin herself appears to be more focused on the truck and the road than she is on the camera.
Her typically perfect makeup is gone except for a little dark eye makeup and lip balm. Her dark hair with dipped magenta tips is twisted into a messy bun, and her attire is a simple black hoodie and t-shirt. What can be seen of her pants would lead us to believe they are torn up jeans.
Munin: Helllloooo fans and haters, those of you that follow my twitter have likely guessed that I am in a monster truck. Those of you that are not following me may be at a bit of a loss, so I will explain…
Munin: A couple of days ago I received a phone call from the GZW corporate office warning me against taking any action that may harm Mongrel outside of the ring. That it would in fact land me with a suspension.
Munin: If I could make the motion of jacking off right now I would, but you have no idea how hard it is to get permits to drive a monster truck in Japan. Sooo both hands on the wheel...anyways.
Munin: The corporate jack asses seemed to think it necessary to forbid me from seeking vengeance outside the ring, and the truly funny thing about this is...Until they made their ultimatum, and before we had our little twitter debate, I hadn't really given much thought for vengeance out of the ring. Afterwards though?
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Munin's mouth, and her eyes sparked with impish delight.
Munin: Let's just say that afterwards things changed. You see I don't like being told what I can and cannot do, I also don't care for threats. So their little ultimatum made me think.
The passing scenery indicated that Munin was enroute to the arena.
Munin: Mongrel almost yanked my arm out of the socket, and yet I am the one being reprimanded. The man seems to be holding a serious grudge against me, but has yet to come out and say what it is. It doesn't piss me off that someone would have a grudge against me, but the fact that I don't even know why he is gunning for me...well that drives me bit nuts. It could be him dwelling on the past, and if so well I don't particularly like that reason. It seems rather stupid to me.
Munin: And so taking all of this into consideration I had an idea. An idea that would give Mongrel a reason to hate me, and tell the corporate office exactly what they can do with their sharp little pencils. All while keeping my promise...to not harm Mongrel outside of the ring.
Turning into the parking lot for talent parking at the arena Munin makes a beeline towards Mongrel's car.
She stops the truck long enough to wait for a valet to confirm that the vehicle is empty. Black on black nails tap against the steering wheel somewhat impatiently until she gets the go signal.
The engine revs up and cuts sending the truck forward with devastating speed and power. In a matter of minutes the high end car is destroyed, a twisted metal corpse of a car that never stood a chance.
Munin: And there you have it folks the results of a corporation sticking its nose where it doesn't belong, and a damn good reason for Mongrel to hate me.
Munin: By the way GZW I regret to inform you that you will be picking up the tab for this one. It falls under your liability. I read over all the paperwork and had it checked over by my Lawyer. Thanks for that Jon!
A cheeky wink at the camera just adds salt into the wound.
Munin: Mongrel I'll see you in the ring...
Munin herself appears to be more focused on the truck and the road than she is on the camera.
Her typically perfect makeup is gone except for a little dark eye makeup and lip balm. Her dark hair with dipped magenta tips is twisted into a messy bun, and her attire is a simple black hoodie and t-shirt. What can be seen of her pants would lead us to believe they are torn up jeans.
Munin: Helllloooo fans and haters, those of you that follow my twitter have likely guessed that I am in a monster truck. Those of you that are not following me may be at a bit of a loss, so I will explain…
Munin: A couple of days ago I received a phone call from the GZW corporate office warning me against taking any action that may harm Mongrel outside of the ring. That it would in fact land me with a suspension.
Munin: If I could make the motion of jacking off right now I would, but you have no idea how hard it is to get permits to drive a monster truck in Japan. Sooo both hands on the wheel...anyways.
Munin: The corporate jack asses seemed to think it necessary to forbid me from seeking vengeance outside the ring, and the truly funny thing about this is...Until they made their ultimatum, and before we had our little twitter debate, I hadn't really given much thought for vengeance out of the ring. Afterwards though?
A small smirk tugged at the corner of Munin's mouth, and her eyes sparked with impish delight.
Munin: Let's just say that afterwards things changed. You see I don't like being told what I can and cannot do, I also don't care for threats. So their little ultimatum made me think.
The passing scenery indicated that Munin was enroute to the arena.
Munin: Mongrel almost yanked my arm out of the socket, and yet I am the one being reprimanded. The man seems to be holding a serious grudge against me, but has yet to come out and say what it is. It doesn't piss me off that someone would have a grudge against me, but the fact that I don't even know why he is gunning for me...well that drives me bit nuts. It could be him dwelling on the past, and if so well I don't particularly like that reason. It seems rather stupid to me.
Munin: And so taking all of this into consideration I had an idea. An idea that would give Mongrel a reason to hate me, and tell the corporate office exactly what they can do with their sharp little pencils. All while keeping my promise...to not harm Mongrel outside of the ring.
Turning into the parking lot for talent parking at the arena Munin makes a beeline towards Mongrel's car.
She stops the truck long enough to wait for a valet to confirm that the vehicle is empty. Black on black nails tap against the steering wheel somewhat impatiently until she gets the go signal.
The engine revs up and cuts sending the truck forward with devastating speed and power. In a matter of minutes the high end car is destroyed, a twisted metal corpse of a car that never stood a chance.
Munin: And there you have it folks the results of a corporation sticking its nose where it doesn't belong, and a damn good reason for Mongrel to hate me.
Munin: By the way GZW I regret to inform you that you will be picking up the tab for this one. It falls under your liability. I read over all the paperwork and had it checked over by my Lawyer. Thanks for that Jon!
A cheeky wink at the camera just adds salt into the wound.
Munin: Mongrel I'll see you in the ring...
