Radio Queen

There was this DJ on the campus radio. Nobody seemed to like him. Easy to see why.

There were shock jocks and then there were shock jocks. This one... Whew, man! DJ Ace Star. Rude dosn't even cover it. Where to start with this piece of work? Oh, yeah! He was hired by Artemis. Red flag number one. These two could be brothers. They made rude jokes and talked about women like they were pieces of meat. The women of Tokyo-Zion Academy rolled their eyes when they heard the Ace Star talk on the radio.
"Good morning, bitches!" he would say. His voice alone annoyed everyone with decent tastes.

Noiz was no exception.

This morning, she gritted her teeth.

"What's the matter, Noiz?" Mosh asked.

"This fucking DJ, man," she said. The mouseboy tilted his head.

"You mean the new guy?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"So why are you listening to him?"

"I've heard complaints about him from the girls around the campus. I decided to give him a listen."

"Ah." Mosh noticed the frown getting deeper on his girl's face. "Is he really that bad?"

"Care to listen?" Noiz asked.

"Sure," the mouseboy said. She headed him her earbuds. Mosh held them to his ears as the kitty waited. Five minutes later, he handed them back, frowning.

"He's disgusting," he said.

"I know, right?" Noiz said.

"Who hired this guy?"

"Take a guess."

Mosh narrowed his eyes. "Why don't you do something about it? You own this place, remember?" Noiz sat up with a grin on her face.

"Oh yeah," she said. "Come to think of it, I do." She reached over and pulled out her cell phone. Mosh didn't even bother to ask what she was doing. He had learned by now that she's going to do what she wants, regardless of what comes next. Just don't make too much of a mess, Noiz-sama, he thought. Meanwhile, the kitty sat back on her bed and waited.

"Hello, Welcome to the Pussy Chicken Show!" Ace Star shouted. "What's on your mind today?" Noiz clenched her phone.

"I just heard your show for the first time today and I have to say that I find it appalling," she said.

"So?" he asked.

"Can't you dial it down some?"

DJ Ace Star held back his laughter. "Aw, what's the matter, princess? Can't handle a little dirty talk in the morning? You women are too soft and sensitive. You should get fucked more often. Maybe that will loosen you up some." Noiz gritted her teeth.

"Too many people on campus are not happy with the way you are handling you show, sir," she said with clenched teeth.

"So what? Don't like it, don't listen! Go suck on a cock."

"Listen here, pal. I just about had enough of your shit. Either tone down or I will go over your head!"

Ace Star broke into laughter. "You hear this, people? Little Missy here is about to go crying to the big suits because she doesn't like my language." He laughed harder. "I would love to see you try, honey. Because I don't give a fuck!" Noiz smirked at those words.

"So that's how you want to do it, huh?" she asked. "Well, amigo, you're going to get your wish." Mosh stared at her with big eyes. Oh crap... Noiz hung up with a devilish look on her face. She climbed off of her bed and walked over to her laptop.

"Now what are you doing?" Mosh asked. The kitty turned around, chuckling.

"Making a believer out of our friend, Ace Star," she said. Noiz pulled up her e-mail and started typing a new message.

"Everyone," she said as she typed. "If you want to have DJ Ace Star, appointed by Artemis Granger, taken off the air, sign the petition below and call the campus administrators." Noiz read over her message before she hit send. She turned around to a blinking Mosh.

"You sure this is going to work?" he asked.

"It's worth a shot," the kitty replied. She got up and walked over to her bathroom. Her boyfriend watched her with a blank face.

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Within three weeks, the Fire DJ Ace Star movement picked up steam. Turns out, no one really liked this guy. It didn't take long for the paperwork to reach the administators' desks. Artemis and DJ Ace Star were called in for an evaluation. Despite Artemis' best attempts to defend his friend, the loud-mouthed rude DJ was fired. The airwaves of Tokyo-Zion Academy became less annoying to listen to. Who would replace that obnoxious DJ? That is for another day, my friends.