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Wrestling Arena
[Liquid steps into a room and is deafened by screams.]
[Pyrotechnics launch to either side. 80s arena rock blares, competing with the shouts of the fans that fill the stadium.]
[The announcer's voice booms through the speakers as Liquid strides down the isle in tights painted with flames. He revels in the shouts like a born showman.]
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GET READY FOR
Theeeee Anglo Adonis, the Liverpool Lothario, the Tea-Sipping Terror! The pile of might from the Isle of Wight! Manchester's premier manchest!
[He vaults into the ring with a flip, landing perfectly with arms upraised, drinking in the hatred like the light of the sun]
LIQUIIIIIIID SNAAAAAAAAKE!
[Liquid grabs a microphone from a ref and shoves him away.]
[He paces the ring, scowling and sneering]
I see the scum of the world is out in force tonight!
[He is rewarded with a chorus of boo and shouts of outrage.]
How kind of you to crawl out of your gutters to pay tribute to your superior!
[His accent is exaggerated, because British people are terrible and you hate them so much.]
[He gives a dramatic toss to his luxurious mane of hair.]
Surely that must be why you're here.
[Then sweeps out his arms and shouts]
I DON'T SEE ANY MEN HERE TO GIVE ME A FIGHT!
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!]
[Liquid waits for it to die down to the perfect hush, in order to wring the maximum drama from the moment.]
Is that all? Is it too much to hope that these pathetic colonies provide one challenger!?
((It is time to throw your hat to the mat and wrestle down. There's room for all varieties of heroes and scumbags; wrestlers, managers, commentators, the buxom ladies in spandex who hang around to no immediate purpose. The only law is terrible, terrible nicknames.))
((I apologize to every British person. Ever.))
[Pyrotechnics launch to either side. 80s arena rock blares, competing with the shouts of the fans that fill the stadium.]
[The announcer's voice booms through the speakers as Liquid strides down the isle in tights painted with flames. He revels in the shouts like a born showman.]
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GET READY FOR
Theeeee Anglo Adonis, the Liverpool Lothario, the Tea-Sipping Terror! The pile of might from the Isle of Wight! Manchester's premier manchest!
[He vaults into the ring with a flip, landing perfectly with arms upraised, drinking in the hatred like the light of the sun]
LIQUIIIIIIID SNAAAAAAAAKE!
[Liquid grabs a microphone from a ref and shoves him away.]
[He paces the ring, scowling and sneering]
I see the scum of the world is out in force tonight!
[He is rewarded with a chorus of boo and shouts of outrage.]
How kind of you to crawl out of your gutters to pay tribute to your superior!
[His accent is exaggerated, because British people are terrible and you hate them so much.]
[He gives a dramatic toss to his luxurious mane of hair.]
Surely that must be why you're here.
[Then sweeps out his arms and shouts]
I DON'T SEE ANY MEN HERE TO GIVE ME A FIGHT!
[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!]
[Liquid waits for it to die down to the perfect hush, in order to wring the maximum drama from the moment.]
Is that all? Is it too much to hope that these pathetic colonies provide one challenger!?
((It is time to throw your hat to the mat and wrestle down. There's room for all varieties of heroes and scumbags; wrestlers, managers, commentators, the buxom ladies in spandex who hang around to no immediate purpose. The only law is terrible, terrible nicknames.))
((I apologize to every British person. Ever.))
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[A pause.]
I'd still like you even if no one else did, though.
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[and this is a soldier and all-around arrogant bastard absolutely melting]
Have I mentioned how wonderful you are?
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You are wonderful and I adore you.
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I love you.
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[The crowd is uncomfortable and confused in their feelings! They came here to see two half-naked oiled men grunt and grapple, not anything gay!]
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You want to get out of here and find something more fun to do?
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An excellent idea.
[He straightens up and offers his arm.]
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Okay.
[Otacon took his arm with a pleased smile.]
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[and Liquid walks out with Otacon on his arm, leaving behind a near riot and a stadium full of fans struggling with awkward feelings]
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That was a...weird room. I'll have to remember that one.
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[As soon as they're out, Liquid sweeps Otacon in his arms and dips him into a passionate kiss.]
[He still has the tights.]
Weird indeed.
Rather fun though.
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Ah...y-yeah... [Otacon turned a light shade of red, stumbling over his words for a moment.]
Sh-should we, uh....get you some different clothes? Even you look ridiculous in something like that.
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[He looks down at his shiny tights] I thought the effect was rather striking.
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