Description: *Season Three, Episode Three* Next week on "Bunny Gangsta' Naerose" what could this be under a rock? Is it a magical stone? What evils or mysteries could this strange and yet beautiful gem hold and who is this mysterious man? Don't know? Then watch next week!
Here it was a beautiful day and not that warm yet, right right? Well it was a nice time for a stroll along the beach here, not terribly clean for a beach was southtowns Sound Beach, but it had memories. This was where the fish monster first emerged and it was here Naerose would be reviving it again. She had work to do. Knowing that she couldn't let her justice minded land lady it, Naerose was hard at work digging near the water where she buried it under broken pieces of concrete. A trash bag, inside would carry the soggy, mildewy and generally gross custom that is the fish monster. To truly be a fish monster you had to become one! Naerose took this literally.
So two days ago, Domino made his big debut in SNF with a splashing success. But does that mean training has to go lax? Heck no! Relaxing training when his street fighting career has just begun would be quite crazy. So that's what Drake has spent the majority of the morning doing. Only now he takes some time for a break. So out tredges the dark-haired model from his beach house, black and white swirly-designed towel slung over his shoulder. He comes to a spot just off from the tallest reaches of the lapping water and begins to lay out the towel, whisking it in the air a couple times to ensure that it lays flat.
The witch is, needless to say, noticed by the third whisk. Drake quirks a jet-black eyebrow and studies the oddly-dressed female. For now though, he decides it best to not interrupt her during her.. excavation, as it were.
So there it is, the trashbag full of gross fish monster. She doesn't want to sling it over her shoulder. She doesn't even really want to touch it! This was a big of a problem, she would need a way to get it home, well to where she was keeping it anyway. So .. she leaves it. She needs to find another trash bag, or a duffle bag, or a real easy to trick fella.
So she walks away from the custom, and starts to look around for dufflebags which arn't being watched. She sort of creeps up and tries to see if anyone watches her. That's the best way to know if you'd get caught for stealing something.
Drake finishes laying out the towel and.. finally just can't help himself. The girl dug something out of the sand, and now she's leaving it? Drake gets back to his feet and strolls over the sand towards the fresh hole, hands linking casually behind his back. Despite the casual air about his posture, he's -trying- to be a bit subtle about it. No point letting the hopefully pre-occupied female know someone's oogling her discovery. But once there, his head tilts one way then the next. A trash bag? What is it, a severed body part? His head lifts to seek out the oddly-dressed girl again.
It's got to be the most disgusting smelling thing anyone has ever gotten close to. It's really soggy, really gross and really wet and just full of mildew and probably a few real fish, dead, in the bag. It's really really gross, whatever is in there it looks like some sort of cheap custom of a giant fish.
"Squufls" says the bag, as if it had a voice of it's own, a life of it's own. The dreaded, cursed, fish monster!
The witch meanwhile, totally oblivious is digging around and still trying to get her hands on other people's bag.
"Oh, GAWD!," balks Drake, completely tactless for all of five seconds. But seriously. A bag that reeks that bad, that could be any manner of unpleasantness, and SPEAKS.. what else is he to do? The model backs away from the bag warily, looking almost certain that it's going to lunge for him. Though once a foot further from the.. the.. -whatever- it is, Drake turns to quickly hurry to the red-garbbed female. "What -is- that thing you unearthed? It made noises!" In his experience, things that smell like something long-dead and rotten don't make noises.
Unless they're zombies.
...Man, it would be awesome to quell a zombie attack. That would push Domino's fame even more.
Of course this is a shock, Naerose had ALMOST found a trash bag which she could use .. one of the bags used for a nearby recepticle, but it was still empty, must of been changed. She didn't know anyone ever changed them. Anyway, it is at this time that she hears Drake and jumps literally ten feet into the air. That is to say, out of her skin. Totally. Okay actually she only got about three inches of air, but it was really shocking! She whirls around grasping her chest and then relaxes a bit, adjusts her shades, trying to act innocent.
"Now look here, good sir, see I'm very professional, what is the problem?" She adjusts her shades a bit more, then her hat and then leans on her broom.
"What's up doc?"
Drake opens his mouth to speak, then closes it, taking the moment to give her a more full look-over. Red dress. Big boots. Pointy hat. Broom. Either she's a German housewife, or she's a witch.
So Drake opens his mouth to comment, then thinks better of it and closes it again. He can't really leap to accusations like that, can he? Not without sounding like one of those tools from Salem. But hey, he's getting off topic with her!
So with a renewed focus, Drake goes to speak again. "You dug up a bag that totally reeks, and sure I kind'a snooped to see it in the first place, but come -on-, it talked, so what is it!?" All semi-blurted. His fists then set to his hips, and he gives her a pointed stare.
Another moment is taken as Naerose fixes her shades and looks over Drake. She needed to think up a quick lie.
"Ah, hah hah hah, see I'm part of a volunteer group who is cleaning up trash around Sound beach, the 'Make southtown a cleaner place' club. You know, cleaning up highways, always looking for more people, if you're interested in you know, making a difference."
The witch smiles. Its a nervous smile. The kind of smile that suggests she's totally lying about everything she said.
Drake isn't buying it, either. "I don't remember trash making gurgly squishy noises all on its lonesome." One dark eye narrows at her, giving her an unabashed scrutinizing look. "What -is- that you dug up? It smells trashy, sure as I'm standing here, but.." As he mentioned. Trash doesn't communicate. Or semi-communicate. Or.. y'know.. make unprovoked noises.
"Ahhhh.." Naerose begins, thinking that maybe she missed something and then snaps her fingers, looking confident, maybe a little to confident. She adjusts her hat and tries to make it look like it's nothing,
"Well see, it was full of sea life, you know trash gets fish stuck and kills them sometimes, sea turtles, sting rays, devil rays, sun rays," She waves her hand on as if to demonstrate ect.
"You know I am pretty sure there are some unfortunate sea creatures, yeah. So hey, you wanna join up the southtown revival committee? We need dedicated people to help revive our city! Clean up trash and promote the umm, non-profit tournament."
"Fish don't usually make noises like that," Drake says matter-of-factly. "But if it's some kind've fish trapped in the bag, I think it's your duty to pull it back out." Calling her on her bluff. Or at least how he perceives it. He turns from her and nods towards the small hole with the bag. "Let's see what kind of fish you found, hrm?"
"Eh.. Are you kidding? That bag is probably full of bacteria.. Anyway, why won't you join the revival committee?" she sighs a little, hoping to have found her dupe, instead she seems to be the one getting duped. So she walks over to the bag, nudges it with her foot, her broom and groans. Yes, it was absolutely full of life, moss, seawead, bacteria, no doubt some small crustations. The point here? There was no way, just no way, Naerose was reaching into that bag, just because this guy told her too. It was bad enough that she would have to put it on.
"Umm, look. I'm not reaching in that bag."
Drake follows after her once she takes the lead. He observes with full interest as she nudges it, expecting it to make a noise again. When it doesn't, he turns his head to look at her skeptically. "Fine. So why did you dig it up?" It still seems fishy to him, in both the literal and figurative senses. He spied her digging up a garbage bag, the garbage bag makes weird noises, and she claims to be an environmentalist? It just seems.. odd.
"I told you already, I'm cleaning up trash." Naerose says, starting to look like she'd love for this to end, really, because she did not want to admit the truth. That this was the custom she wore when she wanted to take people's shoes!
"Anyway, what's your deal, or you the po po or something?" asks the witch, leaning on her broom again and trying to look innocent,
"And anyway, who would carry a broom who wasn't trying to clean stuff?" Yeah, that was a good one, she's totally being angelic.
"I'm not the police, no. But I -am- suspicious." Because that justifies everything, absolutely. Drake sets a hand to his hip, turning to face her completely. "And unless that broom is carried for symbolism - unlikely - you're not being all honest with me." A broom for cleaning stuff... on the beach. With all the sand. Right.
"Okay okay, I'm sorry!" She holds up her hands and gives a polite little bow then looks around shifty eyed,
"I'm really a secret agent, I'm here on a mission trynig to find hazardous material rumored to be buried around these parts." She flashes another winning smile,
"This is all just my disguise." Is that at all convincing? If so she's the most unprofessional secret agents anyone has ever seen. Still, she needed a new tactic.
"So ahh, yeah, I thought this was hazardous."
"So you decided to just dig it up," Drake says, expression turning a bit more flat. "First I thought you were just a little eccentric, but now I'm really questioning your sanity." He glances to the bag, then to Naerose again with a dubious look. "Okay, so I'll play along with you being a secret agent." He doesn't sound like he believes her at all, however. "Why did you dig up a bag of something you thought to be hazardous and then leave it sitting there? C'mon, I may be a fighter, but I'm not dense."
This was getting to go far to far. So Naerose does what she has to. She points in the distance and says,
"Woah, what is that?!
Seriously, the witch points, hopes Drake actually looks where she points, but doesn't really wait, she reaches down to pick up the bag, jumps on her broom and shoots off. The broom meanwhile kind of performs like it was broken, it does go off a little, sort of sputters and she finds herself on the ground again forced to resort to a straight up run.
"Umm, it's gonna blow, gotta get it to safty!"
Drake glances in the indicated direction. Hey, can't help it. It's a basic reaction! He can't be a -complete- opposite of the typical pro wrestler stereotype! When she takes the opportunity to dash off, Drake looks back to her and sighs. "So should've seen that coming..."
Though the broom actually takes off? Okay, what the heck? She -is- a witch! Which means that thing very well may be body parts, children, or body parts of children! That make noises!
Okay, so that's mildly convoluted, but with only Hansel and Grettel as the only source for which to compare...
"Hey!" Drake starts off after her. "Wh-what are you doing!? What's in the bag!?" Likely an odd scene for onlookers.
"Awww crap, it's the po po!" Cries Naerose who tries to jump back on the broom, which skips off across the sand and she finds herself having to go between small air dashes and straight up running.
"It's just.. too heavy.. " She whirls around at this time and decides there is just no two sides about it. It was going to be a fight, after all, she can't allow this to ruin her fish monster days! That was one of her best acts, she got a pair of shoes well worth over a hundred dollars, well maybe nt used, especially by a Shoto. We won't get into that though.. She chucks the bag at Drake.
"You want it so bad. Take thhiiiiis!"
Drake is pretty sure the bag is the last thing he truly wants. So when it comes flying towards him, Drake does the one and only thing he can think of to do in response. He dives the heck out of the way, tackling the sand. He peers back at the witch with widened, almost horrified eyes. She threw an enormous bag of mess at him. At -him-! He pulls forward and rises back to his feet. "What's your deal? Did you kill someone and stuff'em in that, or what?!"
But Naerose was on a roll, she wasn't going to just make one feeble attack and quit, she was going to push push push her advantage. So the next thing she does, this will probably throw him off, is to point at him salem style and attempts to get him mobbed and burnt at the stake. She yells,
"WIIIIIIITCH"
This doesn't have quite the effect she expected. It was as though people just didn't burn witches at the stake like they used to. Still perhaps it will put Drake off guard long enough for her to huff her way over, pick up the bag and start trying to run away again.
Her response -does- get an odd look, though Drake barely comprehends that she's accusing -him- of being one. Pah, -him-, a witch. Witches don't dress or look as snazzy as him, he dares think. So instead, he presumes it's an admittance on her part. "Uh.. yeah, I figured that. That's cool and all, but still." When she makes a grab for the bag, he decidedly attempts to tackle her into the sand. No frills, and no real intention to hurt her. He just intends on tackling her down to question her more easily.
"Woah woah woah woah woah, " Naerose did not expect to get tackled and she finds herself under Drake. Nuts! "Ah.. heh.. hey.. this is really romantic, are you an admirerer or something? I understand.. I ahh, can you get off me, I'll letcha buy me lunch if you want." Naerose is totally blushing and her shades are off her nose and a little mismatched from her eyes. The bag? Well it's sitting on the ground and reeking something terribly. Anyone who might of wanted to see what was going on here surely backed away the instant they noticed the smell.
Who in their right mind wouldn't? Well.. except models and witches, apparently. Drake has to grin a little at her first, but he then pushes that look off in favor of a more cold one. He attempts to take her by the wrists to pin her down where she is. "Now, now. None of that," he scolds. "What is it you want with the bag so bad? It smells like something died in there. And just what -is- in there, anyway?" His face leans in a little towards hers, widening one eye and narrowing the other to emphasize the scrutiny he's putting her under. "Out with it, you!"
As far as being comfortable in the could-be compromising position? Drake's a professional wrestler. He used to pin people on an almost daily basis. That being said, it -is- a bit different in this case. Nevertheless, he's pushing that out of his mind for the time being.
Well what is she gonna do but tell? She has to tell the truth now, so she lowers her voice, narrows her eyes, which is lost because she wears shades and glances left then right before saying,
"I've hidden ... a secret monster in there, it was sealed from evil for like hundred million years, but now the magic is worn off so I have to take it and real seal it before it re-awakens and tokyo is destroyed by.. by.. Godzilla"
She really tries to look as serious as she can.
"Hey umm, can you .. maybe get off? I have to.. you know.."
Drake frowns at her explanation. For the longest time, that's the only response she gets. Just a very steely-eyed frown. "Geeze, lady." He shakes his head, then does as she requests and releases the pin on her. Though instead of going about his way, he bites back his nausea and attempts to have a look into the bag for himself. What better way to tell whether she killed someone, is just delusional, or what.
Inside the bag is an assortment of what can only be described as a costume. It looked a lot like the mascot some team might dress some unfortunate sap in, only this one is of a fish monster. The thing is what was a cheesy costume to begin with now looks a lot more authentic because it's been given who knows how long to stew in the beach, under the tide, in the ocean... Ect. Parts of it even look decayed and replaced with actual sea life. While there is nobody in the suit, who can imagine someone actually trying to wear that thing? It looks.. terrible."
"See?" she says, "Gozilla."
Drake simply gapes when he sees the horror that is the truth. The bag is quickly closed, and he scuttles back from it as though having just opened Dracula's coffin. A puzzled look is shot to the witch, then to the bag, then back to her again. "That was the single most grotesque thing I've seen. Like, ever. I once saw a guy in the ring actually bite his opponent's nose off, and -this- is grosser than that." The teen model retracts a bit further from the bag with a disgusted shudder. "Words can't express how sorry I am for stopping you. Good -Lord-."
"Yeah..." Naerose says, now aware of her dilema. She really wasn't sure how to use the suit now that it had gotten that gross. She usually retired it for the winter and this was the second summer she was going to be bringing it back from the depths where she dumped it while it was too cold to wear, this time it was grosser than before.
"I'm considering using bleach. Lots and lots of bleach." Naerose says with a sagely nod,
"So hey, what's your name?"
"Try a cross with some holy water," Drake advises with a cringe. He then rolls over onto his knees and decidedly faces Naerose, a far better alternative for something to look at than the decaying bog monster in the bag.
Though to be fair, looking at a giant, lumpy, rotten potatoe would be better than looking at the bag or its contents.
Her question is sufficient at distracting Drake, though. "Oh, come on! A successful model and pro wrestler moves to Japan, and no one recognizes him. But then he debuts on Saturday Night Fight with a magnificent victory, and -still- no one knows who he is?" He looks completely flabbergasted by this, if not outright crushed. "I'm Domino! Or heck, Drake Vyril! Whatever name might mean more to you."
Debut on Saturday night fight?! Naerose's mood changes completely and she reaches into her hat and pulls fourth a mic. She holds the mic to her face and starts,
"Greetings fight Fans, Naerose Delphine here, your official Saturday Night Fight reporter with an exclusive interview with pro wrestler and model Domino, or Drake Vyril, when he's not showing off his peculiar pecks, he is on Sound Beach, fighting evil! So tell me Domino, how was your thrilling first performance on the Saturday Night Fight since moving to Japan? And whose nose did your opponent bite off?" Naerose holds the mic to Drake with a huuuge winning smile ~________________~
Drake looks fairly stunned by the sudden change in demeanor and.. profession? Witch-gone-reporter? He decides to not think much on it. Her commentary gets an odd look from him, though. "Hey! Peculiar!?," he demands, scowling at her. "Only thing -peculiar- about me is how I look so good and am still a capable fighter." He snorts in indignance.. then the question gets yet another stunned look from him.
"Uh.. no one bit off any noses, thankfully. I was talking about a fight I saw a long time ago back in the States."
The girl is given an odd look, then a shrug. "The fight was electric. Very fast-paced with blitz-style tactics on my team's side. It was just too much for the opposition to handle. Nothing I've not been through before, though." The last bit is delivered with a cocky sort of smile.
"What sort of holds, grabs and snuggles did you get on your opponent, and who were you competing with? And are you one of the Cho Aniki Brothers? Wikipedia that, folks at home if you havn't heard of who they are, and also what are your thoughts of the Cho aniki series coming to South Town, to SNF from the states? " she holds the mic to Drake with a smile that seems almost impossible to shake. She's just living this up so big. Of coures she needs to get more material.
A notepad is produced with her off hand, letting her broom sit in the sand.
"Oh. And let me just come out with this. Are you gay? Please answer very slowly."
"Well, I- wait. Snuggles? What the heck kind of interview -is- this?," Drake asks, giving the red-head a very odd look. "I don't -snuggle- my opponents, for crying out loud. I don't know who the Cho Aniki Brothers are, either." Her latter question gets a squinty-eyed peer. "No. I'm -NOT- gay. In no way am I gay. I like ladies." Somehow, though? He saw that question coming. The -other- model fighter, from what he's heard and can surmise, -is- gay. So he can't fault the question too much.
"I can see this question makes you uncomfortable, lets move on, How do you feel about Alma, well known fighters, and underwear model." She waits for an answer? No, se asks the next question, " And as a member of the Cho Aniki team, how do you intend to extend your winning streak ? And can you tell us about your best move? Your sigature move? What do you do to your unfortunate opponent?" The questions about her professionalness, or lack there of, isn't even phasing her smile.
"Are you even paying attention?," Drake asks, quirking an eyebrow. He's not daft. He knows what she's insinuating. "I'm not gay, I'm not a part of this 'Cho Aniki team', and I'm done answering your screwed-up questions. You think you're the first to try this?" With a roll of his eyes, he raises up to his full height again. "I don't do interviews with unprofessional people. If the representatives of SNF want me to give an interview, they'll send someone competent." And with that, the model's arms fold over his chest. She does seem to have a talent for getting a scowl out of him.
That was a disappointment, she didn't even have enough material to twist his words. Okay.. She was going to have to consider a serious interview.
"Hey, I'm just trying to give the public what they want. So tell em what's your signature move like?" She tries to shove her mic more toward Drake, apparently not taking 'you're unprofessional' as an answer. Even if it was dead on true. At least she was cheap! She worked for candy!
Drake narrows his eyes on Naerose. As if he's going to fuel the fire more than what he's done already? As if he could afford to throw away what reputation he's managed to get on this side of the world on some skewed interview? No. Not a risk Drake is willing to take. His image is far more important than that. So his arms unfold for the sole purpose of setting his index finger to the mic and pushing it away from himself. And silently, he shakes his head at her.
"Well there you have it fight fans! A silent Domino gives no comment! We'll just have to see what he has in store for us in the next exciting addition of Saturday Night Fight! Your official reporter Naerose signing off." She turns off her mic, gives Drake a pleasant smile and wanders over to her trash bag, picks it up and starts to whistle, apparently trying to make her way off at this time again, picking her broom back up on her way.
Drake..remains silent. What else is he to do? Speak up at the risk of her having another mic hidden? His arms fold over his chest again, eyeing her crossly. This time, he makes no attempt to stop her. Let her have her bag of fishmanparts. It's better it's removed from the beach anyway.
Log created on 12:18:59 04/02/2007 by Naerose, and last modified on 09:41:42 08/19/2007.