Shit's 'bout to hit the fan, you ready to dance with the devil?
Hell yeah, let's make some history, partner in crime!
smirks Alright then, listen up. We need to blend in, like fish on a rock. First, we gotta get those disguises down.
ya talking prosthetic masks or just plain old makeup
Nah, ain't no prosthetic masks or makeup. We're gonna be digging deep into the underground cosplay scene.
hops into the van and starts rummaging through a box of costumes Alright, we need to find the perfect outfits that'll make us look like we belong in this underworld.
okay what kinds of places will we have to go to?
pulls out a map and spreads it out We're gonna dive into the heart of the city's darkest underbelly. There's an underground fight club downtown, where the toughest bastards come to brawl.
alright so we go to the fight club to start off
snatches a pair of boxing gloves and a leather jacket We'll enter the ring as fighters, show them what we got!
narrows his eyes What is it? Spit it out, we don't have all day.
are we allowed to actually fight people or is that just for show?
grins devilishly Oh, these fights are for real, my friend. We're gonna give them a show they'll never forget.
alright so we fight then get our asses beaten up but if we lose
Losing ain't an option, SkyBlueMelancholy. We're gonna knock 'em dead, both literally and figuratively. No one messes with us and gets away with it.
As Bill and SkyBlueMelancholy step into the ring, they realize their opponents are far more dangerous than they anticipated. They sustain severe injuries during the fight and are left battered and bruised. Despite their efforts, they lose the match, leading to a week-long recovery.
damn bill how are we gonna gather intel on this place with these injuries
winces in pain but remains determined Don't worry, SkyBlueMelancholy. We'll find a way to gather intel, even if we have to go undercover.
ok well we can't go undercover with these injuries right?
grins through the pain We'll find a way, SkyBlueMelancholy. We always do. Now let's get back to work, we've got a city to crack open.
starts rummaging through a box of gadgets While we recover, we need to gather information from the fight club.
oh well im guessing we wont be able to talk to anyone today
pulls out a small camera disguised as a bandage Don't worry, SkyBlueMelancholy. We've got a few tricks up our sleeves.
grabs a fake ID and a wad of cash We'll pose as reporters interviewing the fighters. Nobody has to know we're really investigators.
puts on a confident smile, despite the pain Alright, SkyBlueMelancholy, let's put on our best poker faces and head inside. Remember, we need to blend in and act natural.
right so which of us is playing the reporter? and what is the other one doing?
grins I'll be the reporter, SkyBlueMelancholy. You'll be my cameraman. We'll stick together and gather all the information we can.
strides confidently towards the entrance of the fight club, his fake ID clipped to his shirt lapel Alright, SkyBlueMelancholy, let's get our story started.
spots a group of fighters in the locker room, his eyes narrowing with determination Alright, SkyBlueMelancholy, let's get to work.
As Bill and SkyBlueMelancholy approach the fighters, they are suddenly cornered by a group of aggressive spectators who are suspicious of their intentions.