In the Jungle... (SuMa TD2)
Apr 21, 2022 14:22:12 GMT -5
Marcus Welsh, Dylan Thomas, and 2 more like this
Post by Supreme Machine on Apr 21, 2022 14:22:12 GMT -5
The jungle. The unknown. To this day there are places on this earth that humans feel uncomfortable in, that they are disadvantaged in. And jungles belong to that list. Especially when the sun begins to set and darkness reigns, prompting all the mighty fauna that humanity has spent centuries trying to tame and defeat to start roaming. So when the crackling of a bonfire tries to drown out the intimidating sounds of the dense brush and it’s orange glow combats the darkness… men and women take solace in it. That is the situation Belinda and Jake find themselves in, huddling around a fire next to the charred remains of a private plane that they had scavenged for shelter. They are alone, their master having gone out to hunt for food and sustenance. And the two disciples had never felt more unsure.
“That was ridiculous. We could have died.” muttered Jake as he glanced at the wreckage, shuddering at the thought of the dead pilot who unlike them, wasn’t as fortunate. “He’s insane.”
Belinda shot an icy stare at him. It wasn’t difficult to figure out who he was talking about, and she knew that he could be listening. This could be just another test from the masked monster, designed to gauge his disciples. Because despite them being his first two, despite having the twin scars that put them above the rest of the cult, Belinda knew that could change at any moment, she knew that the masked monster known as Supreme Machine would have no qualms about getting rid of one or both of them and promote someone more worthy to their place. “Are you regretting joining him?” She asked with a stern voice. “He has given us more than we ever dreamed of Jake.” Despite his male counterpart, Belinda didn’t seem too shaken. She sat with her back straight, refusing to huddle towards the flame. “Would you rather be back on the streets, at the mercy of those gangs?”
Jake sighed. “No. Fuck no. But seriously. This shit?” He gestured to his surroundings “Or THAT shit?” He pointed at the wreckage. “Are you telling me you’re fine with this?”
The woman merely shrugged. “He hasn’t led us astray yet Jake. Have faith in him.”
Before Jake was able to respond, SuMa pushed through the thick jungle and threw a wild boar next to the fire. The tusked beast looked like it’s neck had been snapped, and since SuMa wasn’t carrying any weapons, one can only put 2 and 2 together. “Food.” He grumbled at Belinda before throwing a glance at Jake. “You. Cook it.” After that, SuMa merely stomped away and sat down, leaning against a piece of the planes wing that was set upright into the ground.
With Jake getting into the process of cutting up the boar, Belinda watched SuMa, seeing him favoring his side very slightly and when the monster sat down and his shirt rode up, she saw a trail of blood. She immediately stood up and walked to SuMa, kneeling next to him. “You are wounded master” she spoke in a hushed voice, not wanting to alert Jake.
SuMa gave a low growl, staring at the woman knelt beside him. “Small cut. We got distracted for a second and the boar gored us.” He was trying to no-sell the injury, but did not resist as Belinda reached forward and lifted his shirt, revealing the rather deep cut on his side.
“Even the best of us are susceptible to lapses, Master.” The woman soothed the monster as she fished a first aid kit from her bag and began to disinfect the wound. “Taking out a wild boar with your bare hands is no mean feat even if you get wounded.” There is reverence in her voice, and in all honesty, she was right. Wild boars are not a joke.
Nodding to her words, SuMa relaxes just a bit, which is also pretty impressive considering Belinda was pouring what was basically undiluted alcohol into his wound. “It is up to the master to keep the disciples fed.” He muttered quietly. For some weird reason, the emotionless monster had found himself fond of the two. Especially Belinda. But his moment was ruined when a sound came from the brush. “Prepare.” SuMa growled at Belinda and pushed himself upright. “Jake, Here. Now.” He hollered to the man still cutting up the boar carcass.
Jake looked up, confused. “What?” He shouted in response, only to be startled by a growl from the brush. He quickly dropped what he was doing and scurried off to SuMa. The masked monster himself had assumed a fighting stance, as a Tiger pushed through the brush and faced down the trio.
“It smells out blood.” SuMa commented in a very flat tone. “And the fresh kill.” He nodded a the boar, never letting his eyes leave the Tiger. “This will be a fight.” You could hear a sense of excitement in his voice. “Jake. Camera.”
The man sounded startled at the order, but with little nudging from Belinda, went for it. As the camera started recording, SuMa began to narrate. And no, he wasn’t doing an Attenborough or an Irwin-bit. “Vee. We are to fight in a jungle. And the law of the jungle is… survival of the fittest”
The camera turns to show the tiger pacing around, glancing at the boar carcass next to the fire, and then to SuMa, which it recognizes as a threat. Yet, neither is making a lunge, just… pacing. Watching. Waiting. “When an Apex predator meets another… a battle is inevitable. There is only room for one in a given space. Just like there is only room for one of us in OCW Vee. Because you have become an Apex predator yourself. Even if you are trying to deny your nature. Your true self.” SuMa takes a step towards the tiger that immediately stiffens up. Even it, a dumb animal, recognizes what is about to go down. But the tiger also sees that SuMa is wounded, bleeding from his side. So, instinctively, the tiger believes itself to have the upper hand.
“Yes… in the jungle, a battle to determine who the true apex predator is… is inevitable Vee. You and us… we will be locked in this battle whether you want to or not. Whether Ronnie or anyone else wants to or not. You are of our blood. Your father is our cousin. You share the same darkness that we have. You are just like us… whether you want it or not. And because of that… we will have to put you down. Put you in your place. Take that which you so proudly hold.” SuMa spoke as he suddenly lunged at the tiger, which responded by striking out. A swipe of its large paw towards the charging man, who blocked it with seeming ease, landing a stiff blow at the tigers snout. The feline backed up, confused at the attack. Punches aren’t exactly common in the animal kingdom. Without taking his eyes off the giant cat, SuMa continued. “You think you have it all figured out Vee. Whatever happened in that portal potty… changed you. We will reset that change. We will push you to your limit and beyond… or we will END you.”
The tiger seemed a lot more wary now that SuMa had struck it, but it still thought itself in an advantageous position. Because for a predator, a bleeding wound signals weakness. SuMa knew that. Used that. Baited the tiger in. and when the tiger leaped, SuMa was ready. A strike meant to end SuMa’s resistance on the spot, turned into a deathgrip by the masked man, that the tiger found itself unable to resist. SuMa pushed it to the ground on its stomach, resting on top of it with his full weight, all 360 pounds of it and grabbed a hold of its jaws, forcefully wrenching the mouth filled with razor sharp teeth open. “These teeth have probably ended the lives of hundreds of innocent animals. Yet, even the mightiest predator becomes prey when a superior force enters the fray. You are this tiger Vee. Undefeated in OCW. Making a true name for yourself. Yet, not the name you should be making. You’re too soft for that. Too comfortable. Like this tiger was. The king of this jungle. Until we came around and put it in its place.” With an audible snap, SuMa tears the massive jaws out of their hinges and braces himself as the tiger begins to writhe in agony. The camera zooms into his mangled face, as his mask had slipped off during the melee, and the look on his face is unsettling. He is staring down at the trashing tiger with cold curiosity. Watching as the mighty animal howls and scratches at the weight on its back and tries to lash out for the pain burning in its brain. SuMa grabs a hold of the tigers head and with a quick motion, snaps its neck. The tiger slumps down with a thud and SuMa stands up, wiping his hands on the tigers fur as he does.
“And just like that Vee… your reign will end. Unless you dig deep and find that fire that burns in you. What happened at Luck of the Violent with BRIM was a lesson for us. A wake-up call. And we do not repeat the mistakes we make. You are standing in front of a monster who needs to reassert his dominance. We will push you Vee. We will push you to the brink.. And beyond. And unless you tap into that blood that runs in you, unless you let go of your hangups and let loose… you will end up just like that beast at our feet. Dead and lifeless, buried in the jungle.”
With a short pause follows as SuMa stokes the flames on the bonfire, creating a very spooky visual as the flames dance on his features. The masked monster then sits down next to the flame as the camera follows and drops down to his level. “At Technical Difficulties Vee… You will meet the real us. Not the stories you’ve heard of us. Not the twitter-banter. Not the backstage meetings. No. This time we meet as equals on paper. Two apex predators. And only one may leave as the king or queen of the jungle. The Trans-Atlantic title is nothing more than a cherry on top for us Vee… but we will gladly take it from your cold, lifeless body. So prepare Vee. Stop with all the portal potty nonsense. All the Ronnie nonsense. Welcome to the Jungle Vee… There will be no fun and games.”
SuMa points at the tigers carcass and lets out a menacing chuckle. “Survival of the fittest Vee. Adapt… or perish.”
And with that, the view cuts to black.
“That was ridiculous. We could have died.” muttered Jake as he glanced at the wreckage, shuddering at the thought of the dead pilot who unlike them, wasn’t as fortunate. “He’s insane.”
Belinda shot an icy stare at him. It wasn’t difficult to figure out who he was talking about, and she knew that he could be listening. This could be just another test from the masked monster, designed to gauge his disciples. Because despite them being his first two, despite having the twin scars that put them above the rest of the cult, Belinda knew that could change at any moment, she knew that the masked monster known as Supreme Machine would have no qualms about getting rid of one or both of them and promote someone more worthy to their place. “Are you regretting joining him?” She asked with a stern voice. “He has given us more than we ever dreamed of Jake.” Despite his male counterpart, Belinda didn’t seem too shaken. She sat with her back straight, refusing to huddle towards the flame. “Would you rather be back on the streets, at the mercy of those gangs?”
Jake sighed. “No. Fuck no. But seriously. This shit?” He gestured to his surroundings “Or THAT shit?” He pointed at the wreckage. “Are you telling me you’re fine with this?”
The woman merely shrugged. “He hasn’t led us astray yet Jake. Have faith in him.”
Before Jake was able to respond, SuMa pushed through the thick jungle and threw a wild boar next to the fire. The tusked beast looked like it’s neck had been snapped, and since SuMa wasn’t carrying any weapons, one can only put 2 and 2 together. “Food.” He grumbled at Belinda before throwing a glance at Jake. “You. Cook it.” After that, SuMa merely stomped away and sat down, leaning against a piece of the planes wing that was set upright into the ground.
With Jake getting into the process of cutting up the boar, Belinda watched SuMa, seeing him favoring his side very slightly and when the monster sat down and his shirt rode up, she saw a trail of blood. She immediately stood up and walked to SuMa, kneeling next to him. “You are wounded master” she spoke in a hushed voice, not wanting to alert Jake.
SuMa gave a low growl, staring at the woman knelt beside him. “Small cut. We got distracted for a second and the boar gored us.” He was trying to no-sell the injury, but did not resist as Belinda reached forward and lifted his shirt, revealing the rather deep cut on his side.
“Even the best of us are susceptible to lapses, Master.” The woman soothed the monster as she fished a first aid kit from her bag and began to disinfect the wound. “Taking out a wild boar with your bare hands is no mean feat even if you get wounded.” There is reverence in her voice, and in all honesty, she was right. Wild boars are not a joke.
Nodding to her words, SuMa relaxes just a bit, which is also pretty impressive considering Belinda was pouring what was basically undiluted alcohol into his wound. “It is up to the master to keep the disciples fed.” He muttered quietly. For some weird reason, the emotionless monster had found himself fond of the two. Especially Belinda. But his moment was ruined when a sound came from the brush. “Prepare.” SuMa growled at Belinda and pushed himself upright. “Jake, Here. Now.” He hollered to the man still cutting up the boar carcass.
Jake looked up, confused. “What?” He shouted in response, only to be startled by a growl from the brush. He quickly dropped what he was doing and scurried off to SuMa. The masked monster himself had assumed a fighting stance, as a Tiger pushed through the brush and faced down the trio.
“It smells out blood.” SuMa commented in a very flat tone. “And the fresh kill.” He nodded a the boar, never letting his eyes leave the Tiger. “This will be a fight.” You could hear a sense of excitement in his voice. “Jake. Camera.”
The man sounded startled at the order, but with little nudging from Belinda, went for it. As the camera started recording, SuMa began to narrate. And no, he wasn’t doing an Attenborough or an Irwin-bit. “Vee. We are to fight in a jungle. And the law of the jungle is… survival of the fittest”
The camera turns to show the tiger pacing around, glancing at the boar carcass next to the fire, and then to SuMa, which it recognizes as a threat. Yet, neither is making a lunge, just… pacing. Watching. Waiting. “When an Apex predator meets another… a battle is inevitable. There is only room for one in a given space. Just like there is only room for one of us in OCW Vee. Because you have become an Apex predator yourself. Even if you are trying to deny your nature. Your true self.” SuMa takes a step towards the tiger that immediately stiffens up. Even it, a dumb animal, recognizes what is about to go down. But the tiger also sees that SuMa is wounded, bleeding from his side. So, instinctively, the tiger believes itself to have the upper hand.
“Yes… in the jungle, a battle to determine who the true apex predator is… is inevitable Vee. You and us… we will be locked in this battle whether you want to or not. Whether Ronnie or anyone else wants to or not. You are of our blood. Your father is our cousin. You share the same darkness that we have. You are just like us… whether you want it or not. And because of that… we will have to put you down. Put you in your place. Take that which you so proudly hold.” SuMa spoke as he suddenly lunged at the tiger, which responded by striking out. A swipe of its large paw towards the charging man, who blocked it with seeming ease, landing a stiff blow at the tigers snout. The feline backed up, confused at the attack. Punches aren’t exactly common in the animal kingdom. Without taking his eyes off the giant cat, SuMa continued. “You think you have it all figured out Vee. Whatever happened in that portal potty… changed you. We will reset that change. We will push you to your limit and beyond… or we will END you.”
The tiger seemed a lot more wary now that SuMa had struck it, but it still thought itself in an advantageous position. Because for a predator, a bleeding wound signals weakness. SuMa knew that. Used that. Baited the tiger in. and when the tiger leaped, SuMa was ready. A strike meant to end SuMa’s resistance on the spot, turned into a deathgrip by the masked man, that the tiger found itself unable to resist. SuMa pushed it to the ground on its stomach, resting on top of it with his full weight, all 360 pounds of it and grabbed a hold of its jaws, forcefully wrenching the mouth filled with razor sharp teeth open. “These teeth have probably ended the lives of hundreds of innocent animals. Yet, even the mightiest predator becomes prey when a superior force enters the fray. You are this tiger Vee. Undefeated in OCW. Making a true name for yourself. Yet, not the name you should be making. You’re too soft for that. Too comfortable. Like this tiger was. The king of this jungle. Until we came around and put it in its place.” With an audible snap, SuMa tears the massive jaws out of their hinges and braces himself as the tiger begins to writhe in agony. The camera zooms into his mangled face, as his mask had slipped off during the melee, and the look on his face is unsettling. He is staring down at the trashing tiger with cold curiosity. Watching as the mighty animal howls and scratches at the weight on its back and tries to lash out for the pain burning in its brain. SuMa grabs a hold of the tigers head and with a quick motion, snaps its neck. The tiger slumps down with a thud and SuMa stands up, wiping his hands on the tigers fur as he does.
“And just like that Vee… your reign will end. Unless you dig deep and find that fire that burns in you. What happened at Luck of the Violent with BRIM was a lesson for us. A wake-up call. And we do not repeat the mistakes we make. You are standing in front of a monster who needs to reassert his dominance. We will push you Vee. We will push you to the brink.. And beyond. And unless you tap into that blood that runs in you, unless you let go of your hangups and let loose… you will end up just like that beast at our feet. Dead and lifeless, buried in the jungle.”
With a short pause follows as SuMa stokes the flames on the bonfire, creating a very spooky visual as the flames dance on his features. The masked monster then sits down next to the flame as the camera follows and drops down to his level. “At Technical Difficulties Vee… You will meet the real us. Not the stories you’ve heard of us. Not the twitter-banter. Not the backstage meetings. No. This time we meet as equals on paper. Two apex predators. And only one may leave as the king or queen of the jungle. The Trans-Atlantic title is nothing more than a cherry on top for us Vee… but we will gladly take it from your cold, lifeless body. So prepare Vee. Stop with all the portal potty nonsense. All the Ronnie nonsense. Welcome to the Jungle Vee… There will be no fun and games.”
SuMa points at the tigers carcass and lets out a menacing chuckle. “Survival of the fittest Vee. Adapt… or perish.”
And with that, the view cuts to black.
