Dark Sato Rising Ch. 3 : Project - X
Sato, Amber, and Ares stood in an underground bar huddled around a large group of protestors who were all wearing the dark red Rebel of Society vests over their clothing. They were dead quiet while listening to the M.O.X news coverage of the protests they’d started in Detroit last week after the Friday Night Clash wrestling show. The protest had sustained throughout the week non-stop with many of the recently displaced homeless from the west coast joining lower-class Americans struggling to pay their bills and buy food for their families. United for their hatred for Ronald McStrump and his dumpster fire of a Presidency. The liberal media had declared McStump’s first term the worst since Herbert Hoover’s administration.
Since the North Korean strike, food prices had soared due to the radioactive contamination from the fallout which had drifted eastward and ruined most of the plane state’s farmer’s crop yields for the year. McStrump’s rhetoric on immigration and his trade war tariffs had angered the leaders and the people of once said allied nations. Now they were refusing to help the United States even in their moment of great suffering and need to teach them a lesson. So the importing of foods and crops was only aiding those who could afford the high prices set by angry foreign governments. For everyone else, it was soup kitchens, and lines out the door of said kitchens like something out of the Great Depression of the 1930s.
It wasn’t just the poor however who were angry with the President and his administration. Wall Street and the wealthy had just as big of a bone to pick with him. Equities such as stocks had crashed since the catastrophic conflict between the two nations. The “black swan” event had been the trigger that had popped what financial experts had dubbed the “everything bubble” in the national media. Those who had not moved their wealth to the safety of Gold or Bitcoin had paid an awful price. Fortunes had been erased in the course of a few months and suicide rates were high among the formerly rich and the extremely poor.
For years Ares Metaxas and his extremist radical leftist group known as the Rebels of Society had stayed hidden in the shadows praying for an opportunity where they could unite the country against its own Republic that had been perverted by corruption and crony capitalism. There recruiting had been slow, “awakening” only individuals who were lost and seeking answers with the Ayahuasca tea. Now people were coming to them in the hundreds and there was a “red vest” protest taking place in every major city east of the Mississippi River. The R.O.S was growing and surprisingly enough Sato had become the public figurehead of the group due to his Ultimate Wrestling celebrity status, much like Valora Salinas had become for legal and illegal immigrants who felt ostracized by President McStrump’s aggressive immigration and border policy.
For the most part, things had stayed non-violent and the protests had been peaceful with few people being injured or arrested. M.O.X news however was portraying another reality completely, reporting false claims of attacks on police officers, and hiring wealthy individuals who were still in support of the President to make up fabricated looting claims. Sato couldn’t help but think how incredible it was the lengths that Rupert Mudcock was willing to go to help support his friend Ronald McSturmp even with how negatively he’d impacted his life and his media business empire.
Tonight however the Rebels focus was on an important psychological attack on McStrump that Ares hoped would motivate more people to take to the streets in support of impeaching the orange authoritarian leader. There had been cries of foul play during the elections and of collusion between McStrump and the Russians by the Democratic Party. Now it wasn’t just the liberals who wanted to see him gone from office. More and more people wanted him gone, including lifelong Republicans who had voted for him, and now we're regretting their decision. However, M.O.X News was staying the course and was not giving up on the affluent President who now seemed to be hiding and avoiding any interactions with the press since his approval rating dropped below 10%. Ares could smell the blood in the water and wanted to strike now while the President was at his weakest.
Ares Metaxas: Alright everyone! LISTEN UP! Thanks to President McStrump’s mistreatment of his Hotel employees, we’ve been given an opportunity. We now have access to the McStrump Hotel in downtown Detroit thanks to the hotel manager who is now part of our R.O.S family. Hotel Security, the welcoming staff, even the cleaning ladies are all aware that we will be in the building carrying out PROJECT - X and have been told to stay clear of us.
Takuma Sato: What’s the plan, Ares? What is Project – X?
Ares walked over to a board on the bar wall and plastered a rolled-up poster he had in his back pocket of his blue jeans to it. As he moved away a picture depicting the President as a baby in a diaper crying with satanic horns protruding from his head while holding a silver spoon was revealed as a graffiti painting on the McStrump hotel. The Rebels at the table stared at it before starting to snicker and laugh at it.
Ares Metaxas: Were going paste this image across the side his skyscraper downtown tonight and by morning the media will be all over it. If the President is as mentally fatigued and fragile as people are saying this could send his over the edge. It will motivate more people to do the same and it will grow our numbers. Marketing is essential and nothing sends a message better than pop art and tonight we become the Banksy’s of the underworld!
Takuma: How the hell are we going to do that?
Ares Metaxas: Each of you will be given a black suit to stay hidden from pedestrians on the street. You will also be provided with the equipment you’ll need to scale the large building in order to paste your piece of the image onto the building.
Amber let out a loud sigh and folded her arms disapprovingly. It was clear she was unhappy with this precarious stunt and didn’t want Takuma to have any part in it.
Amber: You’ve got to be kidding... This sounds incredibly dangerous. You’re all going to fall to your death!
Ares Metaxas: That’s why I will be joining all of you! No man is above of beneath this mission. I won’t force you to come with me, but those who do will earn my respect and a rightful leadership role in this movement. It’s time to separate the men from the boys! Now, who’s with me?
Takuma: I’m in…
Amber stared at Sato with dagger eyes.
Amber: Takuma, you’ve got a match tomorrow night against Evolution and Rayven. Evolution put Kronin in the hospital last week! He might not ever fucking walk again! You don’t have the time or the energy to waste on some crazy stunt like this!
Takuma: Evolution may prove to be a challenge, but my career as a professional fighter isn’t as important as the work we're doing here. We’re trying to change the world for the better if that means being a little sleep deprived for my Tag Team title match I can deal with it. Plus these two just got lumped together as a team. Abbigail and I have been fighting and training together now for months and were like a well-oiled machine.
Amber: You make a living by fighting! This guy isn’t paying you anything to do this crazy shit!
Takuma: Somethings are more important than money Amber.
Ares grabbed Sato by the head and neck and gave him a playful Noogie rubbing his knuckles into his scalp before releasing him and slapping him on the back.
Ares Metaxas: That the spirit! Now let’s move out!
The Sato kissed Amber and then walked away and exited with the rest of the R.O.S members willing to take part in Project - X. Amber stood there shaking her head disapprovingly before taking a swing of her beer.
Amber: Boys and there fucking toxic masculinity…
TO BE CONTINUED ON FRIDAY NIGHT CLASH 11!