Well since no one has left ANY suggestions for Conversations (and I don't have a brand new something something going for me yet, I figured I'd use this as a special chapter to vent some wrestling related frustrations while featuring the not-really featured enough Team JNPR (Yes, I know the show's called RWBY, but poor Team JNPR..so many unanswered questions surround them.) But I digress
Disclaimer: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, or else wrestling references would be all over the place
Money in the Bank, MitB, Sheamus, Kevin Owens and a few other references belong to World Wrestling Entertainment (for better or worse. -_-)
The Bullet Club belongs to New Japan Pro Wrestling
Special Chapter: JNPR, MITB, Kevin Owens, and one long night.
"You know guys, this really isn't necessary." Bálor would mumble as was sitting uncomfortably in his swivel chair, strapped down by at least three rolls of duck tape. At least he counted three, even though if felt like thirty.
"You were screaming at your monitor like it was on fire for Dust's sake." Jaune would sigh as he and the rest of Team JNPR would be laying out an assortment of snacks as the "Money in the Bank" special event stayed paused on Bálor's computer monitor, the victorious Irish wrestler Sheamus holding the eponymous Money in the Bank briefcase over his head.
"What else were we supposed to believe when you were screaming "No! No! Oh dear God no!'" Pyrrha would ask as she would proceed to cut the young man's hands loose with an apologetic smile.
"Considering how much of an avid wrestling fan Bálor is, perhaps we should have just knocked" Ren would say with a sigh as Nora would swipe another bag of Ren's specially made "Mini pancakes", since there was no way they were going to go making pancakes half an hour before midnight.
Not even for Nora.
"Nope, we were right in busting down the door. Now I have pancakes. And we're watching this..thingy." Nora would say between bites of a quickly depleting bag of mini pancakes, which meant that soon Nora was going to be hungry.
And when Nora Valkyrie got hungry, good people got hurt.
"You're only here because you invited yourselves in, I'm perfectly sane..just a little livid that the get COINCIDENTALLY happens to be starring in the newest Schnee Pictures action flick happens to win!" The wolf faunus would struggle against the duck tape holding him to the chair, literally snarling in anger.
"Dammit I will let Nora smash that monitor if I have to Bálor!" Jaune would say this as he shook his head, almost as if he were ashamed of his fellow Hunter right then.
"I don't really care what you do to that monitor, just let me see Kevin Owens fight. Once I've done that, I can go to bed happy." Bálor would say this with a frighteningly calm tone, he faced the members of Team JNPR with amber eyes full of determination.
"I'm curious, what makes this Kevin Owens person so special?" Pyrrha would notice the look in his eyes, recognizing that look as the one she herself usually had when it came to her aspirations of getting Jaune to notice her as more then a team mate and finally give up his pursuit of Weiss.
He would sigh before shaking his head calmly and locking eyes with the red haired spear maiden. "He's just a normal guy, he's fighting to support his family back home. It doesn't matter if they're big or small, human or faunus, he'll fight anyone and everyone." Bálor would sigh quietly, fighting back the tears that threatened to overtake him.
Jaune and Pyrrha would stare at their still confined comrade in stunned silence as the normally isolated Bálor spoke so passionately about something most Hunters and Huntresses wouldn't bat an eyelash at.
Ren, to his credit would give a slight nod of respect before stopping his partner from snatching something off of the snack tray.
"Hey..how come we've never seen YOU fight Bálor?" Nora would ask this after having been denied yet another snack, her mini pancake bag nearing empty as everyone stood in dumb shock at such an obvious oversight.
"Yeah, we've never seen you fight once..not even in a sparring match." Jaune would say this as he furrowed his forehead in confusion. The others murmuring their own thoughts at this development, as well as Nora being the one to point it out.
"Let's just watch the damn match already, before Nora decides to demolish the damn snack tray." Bálor would point to the now half eaten sandwich in front of him, grumbling in annoyance.
The five of them would sit as patiently as possible as the event dragged on with a lackluster women's title match, a match that would leave Pyrrha scowling in disgust.
"Honestly, women are not this catty and petulant." She would throw up her hands hopelessly as the dastardly twin females sauntered off with their ill gotten championship. "And the official is a moron, the woman on the left is skinnier then her sister!"
Jaune would glance over at Pyrrha, surprised at her outburst, but not exactly disagreeing with it either. "Well, given the position they were in, it's kinda impossible to see faces."
"That's not the point Jaune!"
After a little bit of lost time spent placating the surprisingly offended Pyrrha, they would move onto the next match, the hulking faunus competitor "Keelbac" would be defending the Transcontinental Championship against his equally fearsome human opponent Mamut Th'aal in a rare "Inter-realm" spectacle.
"Are they trying to say that there are worlds beyond Remnant?" Jaune asked as he began cleaning up the snack trays littering Bálor's dorm room.
"You do realize that none of this is real Jaune, it's only make believe." Ren would be sitting on the floor, half watching the match and half monitoring Nora's near empty pancake bag, wondering if they would make it to this "Kevin Owens match before Nora's hunger pangs kicked in.
"Seriously, even I know that" Bálor would mutter as he crossed and uncrossed his legs, nature's call becoming a very prevalent problem at this point. "Oh geez, look at that pretty boy Elfman Collistor interrupting the damn fight!" Sure enough, the bell would ring signaling an end to the admittedly dull fight between giants.
"I did enjoy his latest movie though, he played such a handsome warrior." Pyrrha would swoon as she said this, even though her eyes were purely on their team leader.
"I don't really like movies like that, too much talking. Now Spruce Willis on the other hand, there's my favorite movie guy!" Jaune would then proceed to go on a long spiel detailing Willis' career while Pyrrha's heartbroken frown went unnoticed.
"Boooring, get to the fight!" hollered Nora, who was now getting very much impatient.
And the only thing worse than a hungry Nora, was a bored Nora.
"Shush Nora, it's time." Bálor would lean forward as best he could, the familiar rock riffs of Kevin Owen's entrance music filling the monitor.
The group would watch intently as he held up the Vytal Championship, a title created but a decade ago but it was always defended at the Vytal Festival without fail.
And this year's title defense was set to be monumental, as the champ himself decreed that he would take on ANY and all challengers, students included. Needless to say, that was all the incentive Bálor needed to sign up for the festival this year.
"He doesn't look so impressive. Heck he's actually kinda chunky." Jaune would yawn as he struggled to stay awake as the bell rang to start the match.
"Careful Jaune, it's not wise to 'judge a book by its cover' as the saying goes." said Pyrrha, paying close attention to Owens' movements, thinking more like a combatant than a spectator.
Ren would nod quietly, again his attention would be torn between what was happening on the monitor and his pancake loving team mate who was now beginning to twitch nervously.
"Nora..? You alright?"
She wouldn't respond right away, searching the bag carefully for any leftover pancakes, her curiosity quickly escalating into worry, then straight up desperation.
"…ancakes"
Ren would notice the trembling worsen and immediately get to his feet, looking around for any leftover food.
"Guy's, we have a problem!"
Jaune and Pyrrha would look at Ren worriedly, then to Nora who was now fuming as she reached for Magnhild before her partner could stop her and readied its hammer form.
"PANCAKES!" She cried out before leaping from her chair and smashing the monitor to bits, just as it appeared Kevin Owens would demolish yet another opponent.
Bálor, who had been watching intently during the crisis, was shocked out of his reverie by the destruction. "Wh-what the..? Why..?" He would blink and look around frantically, noticing that Ren was busy consoling Nora while Jaune and Pyrrha were inspecting the damage.
"Bálor, I'm so sorry. I swear we'll get our monitor hooked up and then leave you alone." Jaune said, frowning as he tried to clear out the shattered monitor pieces.
But the wolf faunus would stay silent, his eyes never leaving Ren and Nora as they left his room.
"Bálor? Are you alright?" Pyrrha would reach out to him, concerned by his sudden silence. But he would wave her off, looking at the pair coldly, the fire in his eyes had been completely snuffed out, leaving only cold amber in his gaze
"Just go.." His voice would be flat, just wanting to be left alone as his own body began to quake, Pyrrha would try once more to console their comrade but Jaune would place his hand on her shoulder, shaking his head as she looked back at him questionably before leaving the room, closing the door behind them.
That night the halls of Beacon were filled with the sound of an angry howling as Bálor tore himself free from the duck tape that had held him so easily just minutes ago, he stood tall and headed to his closet, opening it to reveal his still freshly pressed and unworn Beacon uniform alongside various wrestling related hoodies.
Not that it ever snowed in Vale.
But behind the hoodies, and the unopened uniform lay eight metal cases, each tightly locked electronically with a keypad and a fingerprint screen.
He stood before those very cases, his hands trembling as he knelt down to the first case, his fingers grazing the keypad gently.
It would be so easy, just unlock a few of them and I can get my revenge!
The dark thoughts would be racing through his mind as he entered the first few digits of the passcode, stopping as he remembered the few interactions he'd had so far.
Fashionably inept and oblivious, and here I thought Fox was hopeless as a man.
"Damn Coco and her cool, fashion loving exterior. I'll show how to rock fashion, Bullet Club style."
I just wanted to show you that we're a family here. So don't be afraid to get out of your shell once in a while.
"Yang, you have a funny way of trying to get someone to open up"
I never got my cookie. You owe me a cookie.
"Ruby, you're a cookie fiend. But a deceptively adorable one"
Bálor would grin, laughing as he pulled his hand away, the keypad screen having gone blank as he reminisced, he would step back and move the hoodies back into place before stepping out and closing his closet.
"I've had some good times at this place." He would then feel that familiar sense of urgency as his bladder threatened to let loose
"Crap! Crap Crap!" He would bolt off into the washroom, to finally deal with nature's call.
Thank you for putting up with the madness that is Conversations, suggestions are graciously appreciated. As are Reviews.
Here's hoping you have a better Monday night than I'm about to have -_-'