Quirkiness of Fate

A little side-story that kind-of intertwines with the Tournament of Fate, this features a different cast of characters; however, while the Tournament of Fate is mainly played for drama and action, this will mostly be a comedic type of story, especially given the title, and the people who'll be involved. There will be a couple of characters who appeared in Tournament of Fate involved here, but they won't be featured too much.

Just a heads up, this story will intertwine with the primary story after I finish this one. This will also be a much shorter story than the main story (about 4 to 5 chapters minimum); the timeline spans between near the beginning to about the day that the Tournament of Fate's first rounds begin.

I've decided this will more than likely be rated M to be safe, since some of the characters involved will be quite swear-happy, especially given their reputation. There might be a couple mature situations as well, soooo yeah. Good luck with that, fellas.

It is a fairly dim afternoon in South California (more specifically, Riverside, just a way's down from LA). This is an afternoon that will certainly lead to an eventful night for some people. Some have left the workday, others just happen to be going to work, some are just hanging around the bar, there's no telling how much is happening in this state; it's California, it's a pretty big state, so there's a lot of shit going on all at once.

We see an assortment of oddballs standing in front of a van. The group looks fairly amateur and ridiculous with their sets of clothing, almost solidifying that they have to be some sort of group, and being brought together at this time of day, there's a feeling that these guys are ready to undergo some sort of plan. Maybe a heist? Probably not, they don't look very experienced.

The meeting starts with a shout.

"ALRIGHT!"

The shouter, standing as the leader of this group, is a guy sporting a brownish-beige owl mask and a red jacket. This man, known by most by the nickname of Vanoss, speaks up, "Alright, the gang's all here!"

His friends cheer like the world's weirdest anarchists, bask in the atmosphere of what he has planned, while looking just as oddly-dressed, sharing the leader's fairly odd sense of fashion.

"Last week, I said it was the best night of crazy awesome stuff that we've had as a team..."

"*chuckling* It was—it totally was, dude!" The pig-masked friend, ironically called Wildcat, agrees.

Vanoss continues, "...but tonight... oh man it's gonna get a lot better from here on out!"

"Better than the Liquor Hole party?" Nicknamed H2O Delirious, the blue-hoodie wearing patron with a Jason-like hockey mask, briefly objects.

"No way—there's no way it'll beat the Liquor Hole run." The sharply-dressed English YouTuber Mini Ladd, attired with pink hair and a business suit, shakes his head. Opinions may vary.

"Guys, we're going to the next level with this; this time, we're gonna change the game for good, for-fuckin'-ever."

'Ohhh's of anticipation ring around briefly. And then there is a brief silence. Awkward as it sometimes is.

Lui Calibre, the guy with the mask of a cigar-smoking monkey, is the first to speak against this silence, "...Sooo, what's the plan?"

After another couple of seconds of silence, Vanoss responds, "...Wrestling."

And then there is a brief spout of laughter from the collective, with how Vanoss worded his plan in that one single word.

"That's—you literally—just one word?" Wildcat speaks through his laughter.

"I just came up with the plan, like, an hour ago; I needed some way to

"So yeah, wrestling, what're you saying—what do you mean, what's up?" Terroriser, cosplaying as the Terminator (which is basically what he is considerably typecast as in terms of impressions), asks for a justification.

And then Delirious expresses his curiosity as well, "Is this a WWE 2K16 thing or somethin'?"

"No, this isn't a video game thing," Vanoss replies, "This is gonna be a real thing, boys."

The rest of the gang perked up and stood at attention towards the 'Night Owl', as he continued, "Tonight, we're leavin' Riverside; we're leavin' this place, and headin' to Los Angeles."

Excitement gleams across the room; everyone understands the leap into bigger territories for their highly absurd antics.

Vanoss continues, "Word on the street is there's a new joint up there, somethin' about redemption or some shit; but do we need redemption?"

…

"Guys, the answer's 'No'."

The rest of the team join in with a slight hesitance,
"No!" "Nuh-uh!" "Fuck no!"

And then the Canadian owl proclaims again, "ALRIGHT!" with the others repeating after him in agreement.

"So, we go, we take this van-"

"Yeah, we take the shitty weird van over here..." Wildcat interrupts, pointing out the messy, sprinkly-shit design on the vehicle before them.

"We take the van," Vanoss continues, emphasizing and repeating, "and we go to LA, go and try to get in on the biz."

"On the biz!" Lui recites, in his child-like squeaker voice.
"Yeah, the biz!" Mini Ladd cheers.
"Uhhh, blaaugh!" Terroriser groans, nervously going into his Schwarzenegger impression due to not having a good cheer to go by.

"ALRIGHT! Any—any questions before we go?" Vanoss asks, just to be sure...

...and a lone lobster claw rises up from the back. Vanoss takes notice, "Yes, Nogla?"

Daithi De Nogla stands behind the rest, dressed in a Zoidberg costume, complete with soul-piercing eyes. "Uh, why do I have to be in the Zoidberg costume? The—the GTA version of me works just as fine," he complains.

"Because you're more recognizable that way."

After a brief moment to think, Nogla realizes, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"ALRIGHT!" Vanoss shouts again, this time only Nogla and Delirious manage to repeat, almost like a cult chant. "Let's go to Los Angel-"

"Hey there fellas!"

A comically-thick Mexican-accented voice drifts in like the wind, as a green and yellow bus rolls in behind the crappy van, interrupting Vanoss.

The man piloting the bus is none other than the pink-shirted Carlos, aka Silent Droidd. "You guys need a ride?" He asks, carrying the weird accent that interrupted the owl.

Wildcat gasps in excitement, "Banana bus!" he shouts as he run towards the bus. Everyone else, bar Vanoss, follow the pig-man not long after, with their own comments.
"It's back!" "Banana bus, yeah!" "Holy shit, this is nostalgic for some reason!" "Yeah!"

Knowing he has pretty much been trumped by a bigger and better ride, Vanoss sighs in defeat, "I guess we're taking the Banana Bus then."

"YEEAAH BANANA BUS SQUAD!" Wildcat bellows, the most excited out of the group to get in, complete with humming the song that goes along with it, "Badoo-badoo, Ba-na-na-bus~, badoo-bado—move, Carlos. I call shotgun!"

The time for Grand Theft Auto antics are the past now; in real life, when it comes to achieving the opportunity to perform in an environment like professional wrestling, it can be limitless, much like imagination, especially where they're going.

Let's be honest; I've kinda been wanting to do a story involving the Banana Bus Squad (aka Vanoss and his friends in Garry's Mod, Call of Duty and GTA 5) for a little while; this story was the solution, and it's probably a pretty good solution from the looks of it.

Until next time, badoo-badoo ba-na-na-bus, badoo-badoo ba-na-na-bus...