if you ever wanted to elaborate, im curious to hear more ab your beef with the rock. cause the same-facey costumes they give him in movies. Yeah i hate that shit too lmao
I just think he's just an extremely mediocre action celebrity with an extraordinarily bland personality for somebody of his given caliber, unusually forgettable movies outside of like Fast, and even then he's got One Character.
As a wrestler, I am going back and finding all his old promo work in WWF to be extremely boring and whack even for the time. He had virtually no moves in the ring, the most hype match I've ever seen him in was when he struck Mick Foley in the head with Unprotected Chair shots 13 times (Which, even though I'm a sicko for violence, just one unprotected chair shot I can give you permanent brain damage).
Going past him specifically, he currently has a legacy as the Biggest Thing WWE Had Ever Made, and as such they are literally building the company around his extended family who have even less personality and moves than him. I am not joking when I say his nephews and cousins literally have All The Belts, Two World Belts on Roman Reigns and Both Tag Team Belts on The Usos. They've had them for over two years because THEY ARE BOOKED TO NEVER LOSE ANYTHING. He now has a new nephew coming up to the main roster through their developmental that they had to forcibly strip a title off of because they do not want to have him in a match where he loses the developmental title.
He literally has Rock Family Plot Armor on some of the most mediocre wrestlers I have ever seen in my life. (This does not apply to Rikishi who actually rules and is another story)
Mun speaking : time for my second mini fic for my oc along with my another oc ( @crimson-girl ).
Not So Lonely part 1
Note : This fic is started after the episode "The Springs"
At the sunny day, Talia swam around the lake which 10 minutes wallking from her house. She had been swimming for a hour until there was something catching her sight.
She noticed a moving box was going into the lake. She immediately took her action, she pushed away from it so whoever wasn't getting wet.
"Hey !"
She was surprised, hearing the voice was a little girl. She slowly lifted the box and facing a young girl who has a red hair, green eyes, and light skin.
"Hey there, kid. No one walking into the forest by yourself."
The kid scoffed "Please... I've been challenging myself for my whole life. I like to be called 'Risk Taker' "
Talia sighed "Don't your parents worry that you're getting lost ? And I don't think I ever see you around before."
"Oh, my parents and I just moved here this morning and they're probably busy, always busy to pay attention to me." The kid then looked down.
Talia noticed that the kid's parents had time management issue to spend time with this kid.
"Come on, I'll take you home..." She held out her hand.
Lilah stared at a young lady, she looked concerned of her safety, she sighed "Fine." She took her hand.
......
As they were heading to the small city, they had a talk "What's your name, kid ?"
"Lilah, you ?"
"Natalia Journey. Just call me Talia."
"Well, Talia, let's make our way to my home interesting...." Lilah suddenly tagged on Talia's hand then run away from her "Tag ! You're in !"
Then she climbed the thee as Talia panicked "Hey, kid, wait !"
But Lilah swang from a tree to another while Talia catching her up at the bottom. When Lilah noticed the small city was close, she immediately jumped on the ground.
"Ha ! I win !"
"Kid, you should be careful climbing ! It's dangerous."
"And this is why I love it !"
Talia sighed in whisper "This is gonna be a nightmare."
They walked through the city and Lilah pointed at the house "That's my new house now." Talia was surprised that house was too familiar.
Then she saw two adults were rushing to get all the boxes inside and be ready for a work.
"Mom, Dad, this is our new neighbor..." Lilah Introduced Talia to them.
The father shushed her out "I don't have time to hear your stupid imaginary friend, Lilah. We have to work to go."
"But you two promised..." Lilah wasn't happy about it.
Her mother said "I don't wanna see your pouty facey. Such an embarrassing."
Talia spoke up "Excuse me, ma'am. That's not very nice to say like that."
The mother shook her head "I don't have time to hear your lecture, kid. Here's your first pay and I'll pay more after you babysitting our girl." Talia wasn't pleased to be called "Kid", she was just turned 20 a month ago.
After Lilah's parents left, Lilah sighed then looked down"My parents always busy working...like they usually do. " Talia concerned to Lilah.
"Hey, have you had your lunch yet ?"
Lilah shook her head "My parents even haven't made me breakfast yet."
Talia gasped as thinking how these parents letting this kid starving this long ? Talia looked every cabinet in the kitchen but there was no any food.
Again, they were back in the air. A mere 6 hours ago, Captain Garrett's flight had just limped back on fumes after sending yet another supply depot to the netherworld, and yet here they were, their Boxer Barrows each a few tons of munitions lighter and burning full throttle back home.
Flying at their usual sub-100 metre altitudes, the four pilots of TOPPLE FLIGHT would have been comfortable taking their route blindfolded, they'd done it so many times. They were in their usual configuration, a recent tactic yet one which had shown itself to be the only way to survive the newly adapted Ocrisian tactical air defence networks. TOPPLE-4-LYE, with Lieutenant Alex "Facey" Furrow in the cockpit and Elliot "Rye" Ryan in the bacl, flew at the vanguard, with its upgraded sensor package peering into the sky and tuned into the airwaves, while Garrett and the rest flew behind. Other than their thundering engines howling through the air, they flew in total silence, not wanting to risk being found out so close to home.
Suddenly, mere minutes from friendly skies, Garrett's headset roared to life with Facey's voice, with the slightest trickle of fear leaking through the calm.
"TOPPLE-LEAD, I'm getting some signals south, bearing 250 magnetic. Pretty faint, can't quite tell what it is, Clear."
Lieutenant David "Molly" Miller, TOPPLE-3, chimed in as well.
"Same here, Cryin' Carlin's whining its head off, says there's some faint emissions on that bearing, Clear."
Garret cocked her head, but nodded.
"Clear on, you two. Keep the contact, I'm calling in GRATER, they ought to know what that wouldd be."
With that, she flipped her frequency to the command network.
"GRATER, this is TOPPLE-LEAD. We're getting some emissions bearing 250, request a track on possible, Clear."
"Clear On, TOPPLE-LEAD. We are---"
Suddenly, the frantic, furious sirens of Threat Warning Receivers cried out in all four aircraft, blasting a furious whine. In an instant, they broke formation and streaked up into the sky, shedding flares and chaff furiously all the way, as TOPPLE-4 roared its countermeasures to full power and blanketed the airwaves in haze.
It wasn't enough.
3 seconds after the TWRs let out their call, a streak of light with a plume of white smashed straight into TOPPLE-3, erupting in a fiery blaze and turning the aircraft to scrap as it plummeted to the ground, and bringing Lieutenants Miller and Lionel "Lover" Smith to their firey graves with it.
Garrett mentally acknowledged the loss of two of her comrades, too focused on survival to think anything else. Two more missiles streak through the air, but the three survivors had by then climbed to 800 metres, the fuel gauges long forgotten as they ran full-tilt.
She called back in with her controller, a detached and measured tone far removed from what she felt, with every nerve in her body firing on all cylinders. Just behind her, Lieutenant Lim was wild, frantically switching switches and dials to keep their countermeasures burning.
"BUTCHER, BUTCHER, in the air! We have 6 BUTCHERS on us! We have two FAIRIES each, with guns, where the hell is our escort!"
"TOPPLE-LEAD, get out of there! Intercept in-bound, five minutes!"
Garrett kept in a scream of fury, climbing to 7,000 metres in moments with her surviving flight. Having survived the initial salvo, she turned in south to live through the next.
"TOPPLE-4-LYE, get your ass back to base! TOPPLE-2, you're with me! I have 3 contacts on 250, five-thousand long, six-thousand-high, approaching at five-hundred knots. Move to knife range!"
"CLEAR ON!"
Garrett heard the slightest hesitation in 4's reply, but nonetheless still saw Furrow wave off at full speed eastward. It was now just her and TOPPLE-2, of Lieutenant Maria "Tally" O'Calley who were left before the cavalry came.
"Right-O, Maria, looks like it's just us.
Let's get this done."
------
The sky was alive, and it was burning.
TOPPLE-LEAD and -2 evaded the first four missiles with ease, barreling past them at the speed of sound, their bodies smashed against their seats as the missiles veered into the sky, unable to keep up. The last two were hardly more difficult to escape, Garret and Maria banking hard to either side, leaving a shockwave in their wake, as the missiles swung past them so close they could see the fins on their bodies as they flew off and detonated harmlessly.
"Silver, I have a target lock. Confirm three, repeat, three, FOLKSHOWs in the air, mark contact 101 to 103. Estimate two remaining BUTCHERS each."
"Clear on, Lanky. Tally, you take 101, we'll go with the rest."
In the next few seconds, they'd already gained several hundred metres in altitude, climbing until they were well above the three contacts. At first, the three Folkshows appeared entirely blind to where they were. They would pay for that.
As one, the two Barrows suddenly swerved until ground became sky, and thundered down, inverted, upon their hunters. Riding on the backs of their twin mounted Pragati Mk.5 Supersails that roared through the air, they opened fire.
"TALLY HO! FAIRY, FAIRY, FAIRY!"
Together, they let loose both of their wing-tip mounted OGA Mk.4 air to air missiles, and the four "Sprinters" let loose a white plume of smoke as they streamed downwards. Maria sent two for 101, Garrett one each for 102 and 103. As the two pilots themselves had done moments ago, the three Folkshows flew away, this time racing to hit the deck as they let out their own constellation of flares.
Yet again, it wouldn't be enough, and not 5 seconds from launch all but one of the missiles would find their mark, two of the contacts evaporating in great flaming balls of fire and metal. The last one, 102, was just barely able to crank its way out of its Sprinter's stride, and was now burning fuel westwards, fleeing from the battle.
Garrett was not about to let them succeed.
"TOPPLE-2, head off onwards, I'm running 102!"
"Wave off, LEAD, return to base! We're running on fumes!"
"Silver, she's right! Tank's at less than a quarter, and we're already far-off from the strip!"
Garrett had already ignored them, pulling away from TOPPLE-2 and pointing herself at her target's heart, with a smoldering fury in her eyes. The straggler was running hard, but she'd get him in a few moments. Then, all she'd have to do was line up her shot-
"FAIRY, FAIRY, FAIRY!"
Again the sky was filled with the plume of a missile's trail, and in a mere two seconds Garrett was robbed of her vengeance by the violent eruption of the last Folkshow, forced to watch on as its burning wreck pinwheeled towards the ground as she flew by.
She swallowed a scream, and turned back around eastwards, and homewards. Cutting her speed, she rejoined TOPPLE-2, and flying in tandem they were soon met by a flight of the four aircraft sent to save them. Garrett recognised them as a group of Auxin Arrows, their sleek and cutting airframes far better honed for air to air combat than the Barrow's stocky forms. The new and modern fighters renowned for a high speed that was seemingly useless this time, she thought.
"TOPPLE-LEAD, this is GRATER, Clear. That was SHUFFLE-FLIGHT, they're here to escort you back to base. They were supposed to be alone when they engaged those FOLKSHOWs, but your presence complicated things. Why the hell did you stick around?"
Garrett felt her gloved hands crush down on her fight stick, and a rush of red filled her head, the pent-up stresses of the past minutes bubbling inside.
oie cass!!! a @notxkahlo faz themes para notion que são bem fofinhos, eu uso e acho muito muito mais versateis e faceis de editar
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Muito obrigada pela dica! @notxkahlo faz templates para us usuários de Notion e disponibiliza de graça. Vou anexar aqui a tag do tumblr dela onde estão estes templates.
Amei o rosinha e o laranja, acho que vou tentar utilizar futuramente.
i said i felt like there was time between tony lashing out at oney and joining drew where it could have turned out as just a passionate face-face argument, where tony is so OVER his luck in this division that he snaps in an instant, but where he can ultimately come back from it (especially against oney who is by all means an uncontained bastard who can surely appreciate the powerful fury of a shunted babyface), but i feel also like oney being the one to find tony was A Last Straw!
tony’s time as a face starting from his title win, he’s been fucked over so badly!! he was sitting around with nothing to do to the point he and mustafa were bantering about it on twitter! he ASKED drake to defend his title against akira, and he got turned down! and even when that finally went through suddenly DREW barges in the match without jumping any hoops besides taking out noam???
tony was struggling to be a face with no one on his side, a void to fill left by the two brightest faces leaving the brand, he imitated them and tried to represent 205 with pride and dignity! he turned his drive of Being The Best into an actual MOTIVATION, suddenly that drive has direction because he wants to represent this brand well, but this is kind of a recursive motivation that leaves him floundering. tony’s motivation isnt his arrogance, it was always his friends, and now he’s only got the ONE motivation and its being actively ignored!!!
and suddenly DREW’S champion, not even beating TONY at first but the person tony ACTUALLY wanted to fight, and oney’s here and he gets to face drew like, what, three times? FOR the title? drew gets to hold that title and he gets to DEFEND it and he demands and takes things and gets them and tony does everything he’s supposed to now (regardless of how taking things was never really his style, its just the one he followed when he HAD friends) and he gets NOTHING???
and ONEY LORCAN IS JUST...HERE? oney is a screaming, nasty, WEIRD looking hellion of a man! oney doesn’t do ANYTHING right, he’s not the best babyface by ANYONE’S standards, he’s vicious and he’s erratic and he’s brutal, and he’s BELOVED! he’s respected and he gets cedric’s blessing and he gets title shot after title shot while tony struggles to his feet. and then oney has the audacity, when he’s made to assemble a team of cruiserweights with a pool of PRETTY FEW FACES, he doesn’t pick tony! tony, the face champion! tony, who WAS a champion! tony, who thought he at least had a good word in with akira! he picks someone OUTSIDE the division, and tony is INSULTED.
and then, with the gold standard dynamic refreshed in his mind, with no motivation besides his friends on the opposite end of the face-heel dichotomy, with NOTHING to show for months of trying so fucking hard to be good and only coming off lost, he loses to mike FUCKING kanellis, and oney lorcan has the AUDACITY to try and comfort him. to say he Understands. oney, who gets to drive ariya through tables and gets to hunt drew like a dog to the ends of the earth, oney who might have had more title matches than tony did as champion, oney who was entrusted with the future of 205 by tony’s most respected rival.
like.........this could all have fed into a face-face feud as well, but tony feeling so shafted by allegedly The Good Guys only to be pitied by oney after his team beat tonys...certainly could be a HELL of a driving factor towards slamming the door behind him on the way out