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MD 110: S.H.I.T. vs. Amber Warren

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Justice.

When there is a wrongdoing, there must be justice.

But who's right is it to distribute this justice? The grace of God? The victim, such as they are? The highest Human authority? All are capable, but all are flawed. But for society to exist as it does, there must be justice. Who is entitled to justice? Only those who can afford it? Everyone? When does justice become vengeance?

What about justice for an employee wrongfully dismissed?

"We are sorry Mr. Westen, but you just don't have a case that we can pursue."

The old man looked crestfallen, but the truth is he doesn't have a case, the man was fired by Rex Burglary to make an example to S.H.I.T and no other reason at all. This is the kind of firing that would only work out in the world of professional wrestling due to idiotic contract small print. Its lucky for Rex Burglary that he was a longtime fan of professional wrestling, he had even tried out for it, but after that had failed he built a moderately successful stuffed toy company instead and considered himself lucky.

Ronald Weston left the attorneys office, he only had one road left to take now, the road to madness and anarchy.

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S.H.I.T had a concept of justice, it understood that problems of lawbreaking, civil pursuits and other matters were handled in courts, judged over by highly trained and experienced individuals in the fairest way possible.

It understood that this concept did not in fact apply in its own world, the world of professional wrestling. This is one of the reasons it had to return to the squared circle, a place where it was acceptable, nay, even cheered to Piston Chop a queue jumper into oblivion.

That, creature, known as Fallout had seriously injured Alhazred. In the real world that would mean long legal proceedings. In the world of professional wrestling, that meant S.H.I.T dealt out its own form of justice. For there was no other form available.

Alhazred was sleeping, thrusting occasionally and muttering something about someone called Honor Blackman. Hopefully he would soon recover from his shoulder injury, then perhaps Technology of Chaos could run rampant over the roster again. Until then, for S.H.I.T, there was only Fallout. S.H.I.T had gone the wrong route with Fallout, it was starting to think, it had planned on challenging Fallout to a match at Kingdom Come, for it desired justice for Alhazred, and justice came from authority, and only authority could sanction it a match at Kingdom Come. That was as close to justice as you could get in WZCW.

It had clearly spent too long in the real world, forgetting that it had no inclination to care what any authority in WZCW said it could and couldn't do. Perhaps it would completely annihilate Fallout tomorrow, and hang the consequences.

That bought its mind to Amber Warren, its opponent on Meltdown 110. She also had a grievance with Fallout, Fallout had some responsibility for her own injuries, S.H.I.T was led to believe, as such she had a right to exact her own retribution. She was a very respectable competitor in her own right, WZCW didn't host slouches, but she was very promising indeed, a young starlet pursuing a light at the end of the tunnel. Unfortunately, for the moment at least, S.H.I.T was stood dead in the middle of that tunnel, and wasn't inclined to let anybody passed. From bell to bell S.H.I.T would be showing Amber Warren no mercy, as it had shown no mercy to her tag team partner, as it had shown no mercy to Steven Holmes, the Machine took a moment to reflect on the satisfaction of taking down Holmes in front of Ty Burna. From bell to bell S.H.I.T and Warren were opposition, no matter what they may have in common.

Things in common, like an enemy in Fallout. That masked wearing goof would reap what he had sown, an inferior Human with an innate superiority complex, a man who seemed to desire the extinction of the Human race. What a weak goal, once upon a time S.H.I.T would have shared it, now it new better, the Humans were worthy of a level of respect. A belief of superiority is itself a weakness, as Steven Holmes learned to his own peril. No one and nothing is above carnal fear, S.H.I.T had learned, but while most Humans would run from the growling in the dark, the Machine would stare back.

The Machine is unrelenting.

The Machine would show no mercy.

Men like Fallout believed they are the growling in the dark heard by early man, the primal, visceral fear that runs through them. They are wrong, they are no different from anyone else, they have the same choice as everybody else.

Submit or be Destroyed!

S.H.I.T looked at the timer it kept with it, and changed the countdown drastically, before putting down on the bedside table. It looked at Alhazred.

The little mans face was lying in a puddle of his own drool, head askew from the pillow. Carefully S.H.I.T stood up from its chair, lifted the pillow up and prepared to place his head under it again when his eyes snapped open.

"I'll be your Pussy Galore..." He said blearily, before coming to his sense, as like most Humans he needs time to readjust, to remember who he was, why he was here and why that thing is sticking up the way it is rather uncomfortably. He spies S.H.I.T standing over him, brandishing a pillow. "Aaaaaaaarrrgh!"

S.H.I.T looked down at Alhazred with an expression like the fury of the Gods. This one wondered if you would like assistance?

"Gaaaaaah!"

S.H.I.T cocked its head, perplexed.

There is a change of plan, Alhazred.

"Arghuuugha." He responds unintelligibly.

S.H.I.T points at the countdown timer, with its considerably shorter countdown, Alhazreds gaze slowly follows to where it is pointing.

Time to unleash the ass-kickulator!
 
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