TftW: Trump-Hunter.
TftW: Trump-Hunter.
Danny Trejo TF/MC
NOTE:
This is part of the Danny Trejo storyarc and it involves the "Beast" motif, and also features an appearance by Chris the alpha Walken. Both of them are after Trump and want to teach him a lesson, they fight at first but decide to work together.
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In today's age we are in desperate need for a hero. In these times where an orange ogre-lord is the president-elect, it seems that certain doom is approaching and it will only be a matter of time. There is injustice all around and everything is collapsing right before our eyes, a city in turmoil cries out for a hero, someone who can bring justice back to this world and make things right. Someone to inspire the people of the world to come together, settle their differences and remind them that all hope isn't lost at all, it's just extra difficult to find.
The hero of this particular story, Nathan Forester was hanging out at the local vampire pub, enjoying his glass of blood water while watching everyone freak-out about the election results, he was trying his best to be positive and keep his composure despite how grim and dire things were looking. He watched as several people panicked, trying not to lose his cool. But of course he wasn't worried, he knew that it was probably going to end with the orange goon himself losing in a humiliating manner, he believed that there was justice in this world.
"I must say you're taking this really well..."
"Ah well, you know that I think everyone should look on the bright side. It's no use being down in the dumps that's what I say. Besides that big tangerine uber-laut isn't going anywhere, and he most likely will not fare well outside of his native soil. Trust me, I know this...he should lose. The villain never wins."
"You've crossed paths with Trump before?"
"Unfortunately...yes."
"How was he?"
"One word: Ugh."
Although everyone else seemed to be worried out of their minds, Nathan on the other hand was remaining perfectly calm and trying his hardest not to lose his cool by any means, he kept looking on the bright-side. True, he disliked Trump with a passion but he wasn't being all melodramatic about it, it didn't bother him that much until word got around of the troublesome Trumpster going around blocking people on Twitter for no reason other than they were being 'insensitive' to him - which was hypocritical considering he was acting the exact same way.
He grunted in disgust a few times as he finished up his water, clutching his stomach while doing so. His stomach growled in an inhuman manner as it hungered for the taste of blood, he panted and grunted several times. He was trying so hard to keep his cool but sadly it was to no avail.
"Are you alright?"
"WHAT? HE CAN'T JUST DO THAT! IT'S UNLAWFUL! IT'S DISGRACEFUL! HE CAN'T JUST DO AS HE PLEASES! HE'S NOT ROYALTY...HE CAN'T DO WHAT HE WANTS. HE'S ONLY PRESIDENT-ELECT, HE CAN'T GO ORDERING OTHERS AROUND LIKE THAT. HE'S STILL TREATING THIS LIKE HE'S ON THE APPRENTICE!"
"Oh my..."
"AND THE ELECTORAL COLLEGE! WHAT WERE THEY THINKING? THIS ORANGE LOUT IS WHO THEY CHOSE? IT'S HARDLY FAIR AT ALL IF YOU ASK ME. HE'S GOING TO DOOM ALL OF MANKIND IF HE KEEPS THIS UP!"
He snarled several times, trying to keep himself from losing control but to no avail as the moon rose from behind the clouds, turning a crimson color that made it look like it was blood red, which in turn made his heart skip several beats. He clutched his stomach as he felt the bloodlust take over from within, he hadn't felt this bloodthirsty in weeks, it was as if he hadn't any blood to drink in a while. His stomach growled a few additional times as he groaned.
Just then, his spider web-themed button up shirt started tightening as his chest and torso areas starting expanding with musculature, becoming very robust and pronounced as his skin slowly began to roughen and grizzle up. Various scars painting themselves onto his rougher skin as his skintone took on a more exotic Hispanic skintone, his arms inflated with muscle - ripping the sleeves of his shirt to shreds as his hands enlarged, a pair of black leather gloves appearing on them.
His shirt ripped apart due to the pressure, exposing his muscled up upperbody as his back expanded with the same musculature, his legs expanding with muscle as his feet enlarged, a pair of black leather boots covering them in the process. Various intricate tattoos formed on his body including one of a hummingbird, a peacock, a heart wrapped in barbed wire, a rose, with the most intricate of all being one of an elegant woman in a sombrero.
He growled several times as his bloodlust and fury increased, as hard as he tried to fight it - he couldn't help himself, he couldn't help but let that anger and bloodlust influence him, warping his mind and altering it, filling it with an urge to track down bad guys and teach them lessons they wouldn't forget. He stayed roughly the same height as always which was 5'7 but his shoulders broadened and he now weighed 165lbs of musculature. He snarled several times as his neckline shifted to go with the rest of his body.
His hair slowly darkened, going from brownish to a darker shade of brown with black highlights to jet black in general before extending and growing longer, shoulder length and forming into a pseudo-mane as it were. His eyebrows took on a similar look as they thickened, his brow thickening as his eyes darkened, becoming narrower and wider, his nose broadening while a long, thin black mustache of sorts grew above his lips, scars forming on his face in the process.
He growled a few times while his expression contorted into a grizzled looking pseudo-snarl, his features morphing and reshaping themselves - roughening until they no longer looked like his own, in fact he could have sworn he resembled Danny Trejo - not just facial wise but in general, right down to the tattoos and everything. His voice deepened and gruffened, altering furthermore to give him an intimidating and ominous tone w/with the voice to match, with an Eastern LA-Drawl and a Mexican-American accent, giving him the signature grizzled voice to match his visage.
That visage and voice being those of Danny Trejo as his memories and thoughts shifted, his memories along with his thoughts furthermore becoming Trejo's own along with memories of being a monster-hunter who went around teaching bad guys and enemy monsters a lesson in justice. He roared a few times as his transformation finalized. An outfit that looked like he was dressed as a mix of Machete and Hugh Jackman as Gabriel Van Helsing materialized on his new body as he stood in a fierce yet noble manner.
"Phew...feels good to let all that out..."
"Are you alright?"
"I am now. I swear it's people like him that sicken me. He thinks he's mighty but he's just a coward. He dishes out the attacks but retreats into his shell when someone attacks him back. That's typical Trump for you. The big orange goon doesn't know what he's getting into."
"Yep..."
"He's like every single ego-maniacal bad guy ever. Power-mad, throws a hissy-fit when he doesn't get his way. Makes promises he doesn't keep. Comes up with ridiculous ideas...like the wall for instance. What is with ego-maniacal villains and barriers? They should know by now that it's never going to work."
"Someone should take him down a peg..."
"Yes...and i'm just the right guy to do it..."
"Good luck..."
Trejo gave the bison-like waiter the money and he paid for his glass of blood water before running off to go and do a bit of hunting, he jetted off with inhuman agility as he left to begin his mission. He took out a map which he found from a nearby store, he examined the map, smirking as he pinpointed the location of Trump Tower. Yes, that was where he set off to. But along the way he ran into a vampiric being that resembled and sounded like Christopher Walken, he recognized this vampire as Chris the alpha Walken. It seems the Walken was on a hunt of his own.
"Chris? What are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing, Trejo..."
"If you must know I am here on urgent business. Let's just say I have a beef with a certain big orange creepso who thinks he's the new president-elect. I'm on a mission to bring him to justice..."
"Wait...you're going after Trump too?"
"Yeah..."
"I'm going after him as well. My campaign to be the very first undead cowbell-crazed president was ruined because of the electoral college and him winning. I should have won that election."
"Well I think I might get him first before you do.."
"Oh really?"
"Yes...."
"Well i'm a Walken, I have hypnotic powers - inhuman strength and agility, so I think i'll be the one who gets Trump first. But don't worry, i'll send you a runner-up prize and you can congratulate me when I get back."
"I don't think so...i'll get to him first."
"Hang on...why are we fighting? We're both equally powerful, we should be teaming up to take him on together. Think of it...i'm Walken and you're Danny Trejo. We should be working together not against eachother, neither of us is the enemy here."
"Once again my cowbell-obsessed friend, you are right. We're both equally as powerful so we should work together. I mean we both hate Trump with a burning passion so I think we should take him down a peg - together."
"Yeah...Trump is the new president? Not on my watch."
"And certainly not on my watch either. Besides, my Walken friend I have a question for you. Chris, my cowbell-crazed companion and partner in crime, do you know how I like my oranges?"
"How do you like those oranges?"
"I'll tell you how I like them..."
"Alright...tell me..."
Trejo snarled as he threw several knives in the direction of a Make America Great Again poster, then stood back as the poster ripped apart and collapsed on the floor. He put the knives back in his pockets and admired his handiwork. Chris chuckled in his usual Walken-like manner, purring a little in satisfaction as he did so.
"I like my oranges....sliced!"
"Heh heh..nice one..."
"Thanks..."
"Now....are you ready?"
"Yes..."
"Let's get him!"
"Trumpty better watch his back, or else...you know, we'll make sure that Trumpty Dumpty has a great fall, a very great fall indeed. He'll rue the day that he crossed paths with the both of us."
And so the two of them set forth on their mission, letting nothing stop them from carrying that mission out, Danny Trejo and Christopher Walken, two intimidating and badass supernaturals - united for one task. To journey to Trump Tower and bring the tangerine-skinned monster to justice, working together to unleash their combined wrath and fury upon him and his supporters.
As for what happened later, the two of them continued carrying out their mission, teaching those who were in support of the tangerine skinned goon that crime does NOT pay and that the bad guys are supposed to lose and not win. Danny Trejo was once again back, having risen from the ashes of the election like a mighty phoenix ready to wreak revenge on the troublesome Trumpster.
Remember, even though things do look pretty grim right now...there is no need to be all depressed and paranoid about it, you just have to look on the bright side, don't let anger and fear take control of you. And if you can't do that, take action, be your own hero - and take control for yourself. For there is a good side to every downside, sometimes you just need to find the happiness within the shadowy crowd of gloom and doom.
Think of it as like when someone you love dies. It may seem grim, but from the dead a new awakening comes. And from the dead you will feel the strength you've never known, a strength that fills your heart yet chills you to the bone, and also think of this fear and doubt as a 'wolf' of sorts, and from the dead - the power of the wolf is torn. It seems as if from death a whole new whole world is born.
Danny Trejo TF/MC
NOTE:
This is part of the Danny Trejo storyarc and it involves the "Beast" motif, and also features an appearance by Chris the alpha Walken. Both of them are after Trump and want to teach him a lesson, they fight at first but decide to work together.
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In today's age we are in desperate need for a hero. In these times where an orange ogre-lord is the president-elect, it seems that certain doom is approaching and it will only be a matter of time. There is injustice all around and everything is collapsing right before our eyes, a city in turmoil cries out for a hero, someone who can bring justice back to this world and make things right. Someone to inspire the people of the world to come together, settle their differences and remind them that all hope isn't lost at all, it's just extra difficult to find.
The hero of this particular story, Nathan Forester was hanging out at the local vampire pub, enjoying his glass of blood water while watching everyone freak-out about the election results, he was trying his best to be positive and keep his composure despite how grim and dire things were looking. He watched as several people panicked, trying not to lose his cool. But of course he wasn't worried, he knew that it was probably going to end with the orange goon himself losing in a humiliating manner, he believed that there was justice in this world.
"I must say you're taking this really well..."
"Ah well, you know that I think everyone should look on the bright side. It's no use being down in the dumps that's what I say. Besides that big tangerine uber-laut isn't going anywhere, and he most likely will not fare well outside of his native soil. Trust me, I know this...he should lose. The villain never wins."
"You've crossed paths with Trump before?"
"Unfortunately...yes."
"How was he?"
"One word: Ugh."
Although everyone else seemed to be worried out of their minds, Nathan on the other hand was remaining perfectly calm and trying his hardest not to lose his cool by any means, he kept looking on the bright-side. True, he disliked Trump with a passion but he wasn't being all melodramatic about it, it didn't bother him that much until word got around of the troublesome Trumpster going around blocking people on Twitter for no reason other than they were being 'insensitive' to him - which was hypocritical considering he was acting the exact same way.
He grunted in disgust a few times as he finished up his water, clutching his stomach while doing so. His stomach growled in an inhuman manner as it hungered for the taste of blood, he panted and grunted several times. He was trying so hard to keep his cool but sadly it was to no avail.
"Are you alright?"
"WHAT? HE CAN'T JUST DO THAT! IT'S UNLAWFUL! IT'S DISGRACEFUL! HE CAN'T JUST DO AS HE PLEASES! HE'S NOT ROYALTY...HE CAN'T DO WHAT HE WANTS. HE'S ONLY PRESIDENT-ELECT, HE CAN'T GO ORDERING OTHERS AROUND LIKE THAT. HE'S STILL TREATING THIS LIKE HE'S ON THE APPRENTICE!"
"Oh my..."
"AND THE ELECTORAL COLLEGE! WHAT WERE THEY THINKING? THIS ORANGE LOUT IS WHO THEY CHOSE? IT'S HARDLY FAIR AT ALL IF YOU ASK ME. HE'S GOING TO DOOM ALL OF MANKIND IF HE KEEPS THIS UP!"
He snarled several times, trying to keep himself from losing control but to no avail as the moon rose from behind the clouds, turning a crimson color that made it look like it was blood red, which in turn made his heart skip several beats. He clutched his stomach as he felt the bloodlust take over from within, he hadn't felt this bloodthirsty in weeks, it was as if he hadn't any blood to drink in a while. His stomach growled a few additional times as he groaned.
Just then, his spider web-themed button up shirt started tightening as his chest and torso areas starting expanding with musculature, becoming very robust and pronounced as his skin slowly began to roughen and grizzle up. Various scars painting themselves onto his rougher skin as his skintone took on a more exotic Hispanic skintone, his arms inflated with muscle - ripping the sleeves of his shirt to shreds as his hands enlarged, a pair of black leather gloves appearing on them.
His shirt ripped apart due to the pressure, exposing his muscled up upperbody as his back expanded with the same musculature, his legs expanding with muscle as his feet enlarged, a pair of black leather boots covering them in the process. Various intricate tattoos formed on his body including one of a hummingbird, a peacock, a heart wrapped in barbed wire, a rose, with the most intricate of all being one of an elegant woman in a sombrero.
He growled several times as his bloodlust and fury increased, as hard as he tried to fight it - he couldn't help himself, he couldn't help but let that anger and bloodlust influence him, warping his mind and altering it, filling it with an urge to track down bad guys and teach them lessons they wouldn't forget. He stayed roughly the same height as always which was 5'7 but his shoulders broadened and he now weighed 165lbs of musculature. He snarled several times as his neckline shifted to go with the rest of his body.
His hair slowly darkened, going from brownish to a darker shade of brown with black highlights to jet black in general before extending and growing longer, shoulder length and forming into a pseudo-mane as it were. His eyebrows took on a similar look as they thickened, his brow thickening as his eyes darkened, becoming narrower and wider, his nose broadening while a long, thin black mustache of sorts grew above his lips, scars forming on his face in the process.
He growled a few times while his expression contorted into a grizzled looking pseudo-snarl, his features morphing and reshaping themselves - roughening until they no longer looked like his own, in fact he could have sworn he resembled Danny Trejo - not just facial wise but in general, right down to the tattoos and everything. His voice deepened and gruffened, altering furthermore to give him an intimidating and ominous tone w/with the voice to match, with an Eastern LA-Drawl and a Mexican-American accent, giving him the signature grizzled voice to match his visage.
That visage and voice being those of Danny Trejo as his memories and thoughts shifted, his memories along with his thoughts furthermore becoming Trejo's own along with memories of being a monster-hunter who went around teaching bad guys and enemy monsters a lesson in justice. He roared a few times as his transformation finalized. An outfit that looked like he was dressed as a mix of Machete and Hugh Jackman as Gabriel Van Helsing materialized on his new body as he stood in a fierce yet noble manner.
"Phew...feels good to let all that out..."
"Are you alright?"
"I am now. I swear it's people like him that sicken me. He thinks he's mighty but he's just a coward. He dishes out the attacks but retreats into his shell when someone attacks him back. That's typical Trump for you. The big orange goon doesn't know what he's getting into."
"Yep..."
"He's like every single ego-maniacal bad guy ever. Power-mad, throws a hissy-fit when he doesn't get his way. Makes promises he doesn't keep. Comes up with ridiculous ideas...like the wall for instance. What is with ego-maniacal villains and barriers? They should know by now that it's never going to work."
"Someone should take him down a peg..."
"Yes...and i'm just the right guy to do it..."
"Good luck..."
Trejo gave the bison-like waiter the money and he paid for his glass of blood water before running off to go and do a bit of hunting, he jetted off with inhuman agility as he left to begin his mission. He took out a map which he found from a nearby store, he examined the map, smirking as he pinpointed the location of Trump Tower. Yes, that was where he set off to. But along the way he ran into a vampiric being that resembled and sounded like Christopher Walken, he recognized this vampire as Chris the alpha Walken. It seems the Walken was on a hunt of his own.
"Chris? What are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing, Trejo..."
"If you must know I am here on urgent business. Let's just say I have a beef with a certain big orange creepso who thinks he's the new president-elect. I'm on a mission to bring him to justice..."
"Wait...you're going after Trump too?"
"Yeah..."
"I'm going after him as well. My campaign to be the very first undead cowbell-crazed president was ruined because of the electoral college and him winning. I should have won that election."
"Well I think I might get him first before you do.."
"Oh really?"
"Yes...."
"Well i'm a Walken, I have hypnotic powers - inhuman strength and agility, so I think i'll be the one who gets Trump first. But don't worry, i'll send you a runner-up prize and you can congratulate me when I get back."
"I don't think so...i'll get to him first."
"Hang on...why are we fighting? We're both equally powerful, we should be teaming up to take him on together. Think of it...i'm Walken and you're Danny Trejo. We should be working together not against eachother, neither of us is the enemy here."
"Once again my cowbell-obsessed friend, you are right. We're both equally as powerful so we should work together. I mean we both hate Trump with a burning passion so I think we should take him down a peg - together."
"Yeah...Trump is the new president? Not on my watch."
"And certainly not on my watch either. Besides, my Walken friend I have a question for you. Chris, my cowbell-crazed companion and partner in crime, do you know how I like my oranges?"
"How do you like those oranges?"
"I'll tell you how I like them..."
"Alright...tell me..."
Trejo snarled as he threw several knives in the direction of a Make America Great Again poster, then stood back as the poster ripped apart and collapsed on the floor. He put the knives back in his pockets and admired his handiwork. Chris chuckled in his usual Walken-like manner, purring a little in satisfaction as he did so.
"I like my oranges....sliced!"
"Heh heh..nice one..."
"Thanks..."
"Now....are you ready?"
"Yes..."
"Let's get him!"
"Trumpty better watch his back, or else...you know, we'll make sure that Trumpty Dumpty has a great fall, a very great fall indeed. He'll rue the day that he crossed paths with the both of us."
And so the two of them set forth on their mission, letting nothing stop them from carrying that mission out, Danny Trejo and Christopher Walken, two intimidating and badass supernaturals - united for one task. To journey to Trump Tower and bring the tangerine-skinned monster to justice, working together to unleash their combined wrath and fury upon him and his supporters.
As for what happened later, the two of them continued carrying out their mission, teaching those who were in support of the tangerine skinned goon that crime does NOT pay and that the bad guys are supposed to lose and not win. Danny Trejo was once again back, having risen from the ashes of the election like a mighty phoenix ready to wreak revenge on the troublesome Trumpster.
Remember, even though things do look pretty grim right now...there is no need to be all depressed and paranoid about it, you just have to look on the bright side, don't let anger and fear take control of you. And if you can't do that, take action, be your own hero - and take control for yourself. For there is a good side to every downside, sometimes you just need to find the happiness within the shadowy crowd of gloom and doom.
Think of it as like when someone you love dies. It may seem grim, but from the dead a new awakening comes. And from the dead you will feel the strength you've never known, a strength that fills your heart yet chills you to the bone, and also think of this fear and doubt as a 'wolf' of sorts, and from the dead - the power of the wolf is torn. It seems as if from death a whole new whole world is born.
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