#War Time Is Go Time
Nov 26, 2017 10:43:21 GMT -6
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Bonnie Blue, L Verez {L-7}, and 1 more like this
Post by payasoloco on Nov 26, 2017 10:43:21 GMT -6
{War. The primalistic act of bloody battle wrought by indifference. The dictionary defines it as a "conflict carried on by force of arms".}
The camera opens up on a large field about dusk. A shaded figure moves about a light mist over the scene, his eyes fixated on the sky. He takes a deep breath, continuing.
{This week, there will be a bloody war. A war within the confines of our great federation- a Civil War. Brother against brother, friend against friend, a nation divided between itself.
On one side, the illustrious Hypermedia Champion. The reigning Television Champion. And an ever-standing maniac bent on making his mark. On the other: a behemoth of a man, an individual who refers to himself as the "Best In The World", and an angry beast of a woman.
This week, the name of the game is dominance.}
Payaso stops, nodding. He sits on the cool ground, crossing his legs and assuming a meditative position. He breathes in deeply, clearing his mind before proceeding.
{There is a slight conflict within L Verez's team. I have been biting and clawing my way through the Television Championship division to get my hands on the title; yet, to this day, I have failed to claim the title for my own. Admittedly, I underestimated Hippo Harry Diderot this past week. And I apologize for that; you proved your worth as a champion this past week.
I know you harbor no ill will; you made your point and you can move on. And while I still have every intention of claiming the Television Championship as my own, we have a greater task this week. So I respectfully put my title aspirations to the side in favor of working together and claiming a win for our team.
Do not, however, mistake this kindness for weakness. Trust and believe, I know now what you are capable of. And while I will inflict damage on everyone- including myself- to garner victory for our TEAM, I will not hesitate to strike you down with vengeful fury should we both be left standing at the end of the match. I am a desperate man, clawing furiously for my moment in the sun; and you will soon be just another roadblock on my way to my rightful place atop the proverbial mountain. Oh, I will watch your back as long as Team Bull stands; but the SECOND they've all been eliminated, I will see only a target.}
A pause. Loco calms his mind, a slight grin crossing his face as he ponders his team further.
{L. It's always a pleasure to speak with you. And having the honor of teaming up with you this week is one of the highest points of my career. So you understand how I have no qualms on speaking of an imminent victory in your name.
I recall the deep conversation we held when yourself, Umeji and I were meditating together. To see you rise from the unsure, anxiety-ridden girl who wasn't even sure she belonged here... And becoming the strong woman you are today? I could not have more pride in you than I do now, my friend. I watched you struggle, we embraced when you weren't certain you even wanted to keep going in this business. Now, look at you. The Hypermedia Champion. The Savior of the Guardians. And the woman who defeated the LEGEND of Corey Black... I couldn't stop smiling that night. Seeing you reach such a high point in your career, and knowing you truly have NO limits... I can't wait to see what the future holds for you.
As I said, however, our victory is imminent. Let's face it; the momentum and talent is all on our team. Knowing that and realizing what that means- it may very well come down to you and I throwing down in that ring. L, we are too close for me to lie; it's going to be difficult seeing a friend across the ring and knowing I either defeat her or fall. But as a fellow competitor, I will stop at nothing- and you know I mean NOTHING- to defeat a defending champion and a top-caliber talent. I bid you good luck in that unsavory event, Lady Verez, but rest assured that I will come out on top. One way or another.}
A slight pause. Despite the mask, one can see a twinge of pain in Loco's demeanor. He shakes off his discomfort, knowing that he has a larger task before him to even get to L.
{Then, there's our adversaries.
Corey Bullshit. The beast of a man who had to team up with our former World Champion to be anywhere near relevant. A man who managed to nab a win over me with said teammate by taking out the dead weight I was saddled with at the time- one of your PARTNERS this week. Fun. Wonder how the Fish Lipped Femme is going to feel knowing she gets to stand next to the guy who almost beat her straight.
Corey, the only reason you're nod being fed to newbies as canon fodder is because Bishop plucked you up to be his personal errand bitch. You're the guy who LOOKS intimidating while your big ass cleans up Kevin's messes. And you were in the right spot at the right time to gain the Main Event status for this match.
Come Civil War, I'm going to smack you around much like I imagine Kevin does. I'm going to brutalize you, belittle you and beat you into submission. And when you've been reduced to an insignificant puddle of self-loathing and misery, only then will I allow you mercy by eliminating you from the match.}
Loco chuckles, stroking his chin. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, a sigh.
{How many people did it take to keep me from the Television Championship? Four or five, I believe, and a pair of brass knuckles to boot.
How many people did it take to keep James Cross from the Hypermedia Title? Well, since L is not of this world, apparently not even one.
Seriously, James. This past week is all I really NEED to have to show what a waste of space you are in this match. You had a 3-on-1 advantage. Verez was tired and weakened from battle. You manipulated your boys in the Bronze Dreams to get in the first licks so you could pick up the scraps, and you STILL couldn't get the job done. Pathetic.
Honestly, James; the only difference between yourself and Karlie Nash is that the Cougar Chaser at least knows, somewhere in that thick skull, that she just doesn't measure up. You come in, pyros blasting, guns blazing, waving your centimeter Peter around like you're god's gift to the ring... And you have NO skill to back it up. I'll give you props for charisma: you certainly do an A plus job hyping yourself and your brothers-in-arms. But when it comes to brass tax, my boy...
Much like a broken pair of scissors, you can't cut it.}
Loco scratches his head, a shrug. He paces the scene a bit, pondering. A few moments pass, Payaso turning toward the camera.
{And then, there's the ever-present, yet never relevant, Karlie Nash.
I had to take a moment to decide whether or not to address Ms Nash, for the simple fact that the only thing she has going for her is a stream of lesbionic encounters. Not that there's anything wrong with that, in and of itself. But when your JOB implies that you are an in-ring performer, and the only performing you can mildly pass off is fellatio on lonely soccer moms...
Well. I'm simply out of sweet nothings to whisper into Karlie's STD-ridden ears. Show up, don't show up; after the first five seconds of the match, nobody is going to know the difference.}
Loco continues to pace, looking about the grounds. He finds a fallen log, walking over and having a seat. He places his hands on his knees, taking in a deep breath before continuing.
{Honestly, I'm just concerned for the LEVEL of dominance Team L Verez is going to have at Civil War. I mean, the nobody, the hype man and the behemoth of a side bitch against the Hypermedia Champion, the Television Champion and the most electrifying luchador in the business??
That's just not fair to you guys. For the first time in UCI, you literally have to tape your eyelids open so you don't miss Team Bullshit's participation in this thing.
The fun part for our team is going to be figuring out how to carry the dead weight that is our opposition through a MAIN EVENT match. Once it gets down to myself and L, the fans will be in for a spectacle; that much is guaranteed. But until that point?
Well, I guess you can say that, for three seconds of your careers, you were headliners. See you Monday, boys and girls.}
Payaso assumes a meditative state as he finishes, concentrating on his breathing. The camera stays on the zen Loco until the mist begins to overtake the scene, the camera having no choice but to fade away to static...