After getting briefly acquainted, Angelina left the bustling hotspot with her newly acquired teammates. They followed her to a nearby arcade which was exclusively built for training proficient Tomb Riders.
“Okay, boys listen up. Before we go any further with our Tomb Riding relationship I need to make sure that I didn’t make the wrong decision hiring you. So, we are going to hold a little exhibition of your skills. If you would be so kind as to indulge me.” Angelina head over to a compartment which was equipped with a Simulated Field Generator.
“In here I want you all to show me what you are capable of.” Angelina looked at the burly man which was a part of the group and said: “Rooster, you go first. Show me what that rocking body of yours can do.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Roster gladly obliged. He went over to the Simulated Field Generator and selected an arena which had a lot of upheaving obstacles and Ghoul Spirits.
“You’re about to witness how a real man takes care of his Motor, baby.” Saying this, Rooster pulled up his trousers which could barely fit around his waist and entered the Simulated Filed Generator. Reality started morphing around Rooster until he found himself in a desolate and eerie concept.
“Come on out, Big Dang!” Rooster tossed out his Motors Cube which gave off a variety of lights before morphing into a contraption with three hefty wheels; one at the back and two at the front. It was more down to the ground surface and could only be operated with the rider being in an almost prostrated position.
“What sort of motor is that?” Angelina asked the others after witnessing Rooster climbing into his strange motor.
A slim young man who had a freakish hairdo and went by the alias - Hard Steel, gave Angelina the details. “That right there sweetheart is one of Rooster’s custom-made motor. It is imbued with dual Ghoul-Gems which makes progressive transformation and Ghoul Soul assimilation a breeze. Its external framework is extremely dense and flexible which allow for an all-around extrusion of various weaponry. He calls it Big Dang.”
“Big Dang?” What a hilarious appellation to give one’s Motor, Angelina thought. She turned to the others and told them: “The rest of you can get to it as well. I’ll record the footages so that I can properly review them later.”
“You heard the, boss lady. Let’s get to it.” The unspoken leader of the group readied himself to teleport inside the simulation which Rooster had generated; the others followed suit.
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Angelina watched them entered the simulated field one after the other. When they all vanished, she sighed and let down her shoulders. “Phew, these bunch of nobodies better show me something interesting, otherwise, I’ll only be keeping them around as space fillers.”
Inside of the simulated field, the gang was clearing through obstacles and showcasing their skills and attributes. Of course, some of them held back just so they could have an ace up their sleeve that nobody knew about. Half an hour later, the gang came out of the simulated field looking drenched.
“You guys really work up quite the sweat in there huh?” Angelina tossed each of them a short towel to wipe their faces.
“Thanks.” Answered the unspoken leader of the duo. Angelina went closer to him and said:
“The way you move in there was quite peculiar. Now I’m begging to understand why your friends call you Cockroach.”
“Well, we all have our own way of riding.” Said Cockroach. “So what do you think about our performance? It was really rad right?”
“It was—okay I guess, but I wouldn’t get too settled if I was you. A lot of skilled and insane monsters will be participating in this upcoming tournament. So we are going to have to be on top of our game if we want to make it to the finish.”
After listening to what Angelina had to say, Hard Steel voiced his thoughts. “So what are we going to call ourselves now that the introductions are over? Have any of you come up with a name.”
“Oh, I got one.” Rooster raised his hand and said: “What about The Whisperers of Sorrow?”
“No, that one is way too groggy and lame. We need something with a lot more explosion!” said Hard Steel energetically.
“A.J do you have any ideas?” Cockroach asked.
“Not Really. I don’t really care about naming our group. It’s not like we’re going to be a team for long, so chose whatever you guys are comfortable with.”
“Come on you don’t have to pretend to be so uncaring.” Cockroach thought of something then said: “Okay I got one. How about the Shackles of Death?”
“Wow. That sounds really sick. The Shackles of Death. I can feel it rolling off my tongue.” Hard Steel fell in love with the name instantly.
“Deadly! I like it.” Rooster agreed as well.
“Okay, it is settled then.” Angelina flatly agreed to the name of their group like she didn’t really care but deep down, she was loving the name.
After a couple more hours of bonding, Angelina exchange contact information with the rest of her gang. “Before I leave, I just want to tell you guys that I will be practicing here until the day before the tournament. So if any of you are willing to join me, you’re welcome.”
“Of course we’ll join you, babe. We need all the training we can get to polish up on our teamwork before the big day.”
“Alright, thank you. I really appreciate it. See you guys tomorrow.” Angelina waved the trio goodbye as she strutted out of the arcade while swaying her hips seductively.
“Damn! That girl is fit within all the right places.” Admitted Cockroach while staring at Angelina’s behind.