Post by Holly Buchanan on May 26, 2016 4:49:04 GMT
“I’m facing who?”
The stagehand steps back away from Holly Guacamole. His eyes dance between looking at her and the masked giant standing behind her. He licks his lips nervously before repeating his previous statement.
“You’re scheduled to face Tiger Mask Red in the Rey de Reyes Tournament at Chapter 3.”
The humongous hand of Brutus Smith reaches out and grabs him by the front of the shirt and lifts him up into the air. The stagehand manages to let out a scream of fear before the giant slams him against the wall.
“I am Brute!”
The stage hand looks at the giant, his mouse gapped open, completely unsure what to say. Suddenly the blade of Holly’s hockey stick is up against his throat and she growls at him.
“Don’t be rude, asshole! Go ahead and answer the man.”
“What did he say?”
Holly rolls her eyes and pats Brute’s arm, sympathetically.
“Can you believe this guy? He doesn’t understand what you’re saying.”
She turns and fondles the stagehand’s cheek. She offers him a beautiful smile before pulling back and smacking the taste out of his mouth. Holly signals to Brute and he drops the stagehand to the ground. He rubs his cheeks as he watches the pair walk off.
“The nerve of that Dragon guy, making me face my brother,” Holly complains.
“I am Brute.”
“No kidding! What kind of shit show is that guy running? He can’t even hire guys who understand your Newfie accent!”
“I am Brute.”
“I know, RIGHT!”
***
The camera turns on and we find Holly sitting in her room. Behind her on the wall is a poster of D.C. Wiland and standing on her bedroom dresser is a wooden figurine that holds a strong likeness to another former love interest of hers. She smiles at the camera and winks.
“Hey, what’s up, bitches? I know I don’t have to introduce myself to all of you but I might as well any way. I am Holly Guacamole; princess of the Canadian Embassy in Mexico and soon I’ll be the first ever GOL Rey de Reyes Champion. “
She reaches up a hand to her ear and pretends to listen.
“What’s that you say? I have to beat to beat my very own big brother, Tiger Mask Red, first; a guy who’s been wrestling for almost five years and has held countless titles, while I’ve been wrestling less than a year and haven’t won any real championships.
“None of you think I stand a chance against him because he has so much more experience than me and that’s where you’re wrong. Ya see, I know my brother better than almost anyone else; I grew up looking up to the guy after all. And who’s matches do you think I studied when I decided to become a pro rassler and who have I been training alongside since I made my debut? You guessed it, my big brother’s.
“Tiggie, I know all your moves, I know all your strengths too, but more importantly I know all your weaknesses. I know that above everything else, you are you own worst critic. Losing that match last month to Avery Miles III has been eating you up inside and I’ve seen the doubt in your eyes. You’ve been wondering for months, ever since you lost the Pollomania Supremo Championship, whether or not you have it in you to become the top guy in a promotion and that loss to Miles has been making you feel even worse.
Holly tries to look sadly at the camera but starts snorting and eventually starts laughing. She disappears out of camera range for a moment and can be heard taking some deep breaths, trying to regain her composure, before finally sitting back up and facing the camera once more.
“You know I love ya, Tiggie, but I don’t have any problem taking advantage of you when you’re feeling so down. Not when it means that I have a chance of beating you and proving that I’m more than your little sister; not when I’ve got a chance to prove to the world that Holly Guacamole has what it takes to be the top dog here in GOL.
“I’ve also got one more advantage over you, Tiggie, that no other opponent that you’ve ever faced or well ever face has or ever will have...”
She smiles sweetly at the camera.
“I’m your little sister. You and I have had our issues in the past and you’ve even threatened to kill me back before you got help with your mental health issues, but at the end of the day I know that you won’t hurt me because you love me. Like I said before, I love ya too but when you hesitate before going in for the kill, I’ll seize that opening and beat you; and when it’s all over, then I’ll apologize for being better than you.”
She winks and blows a kiss at the camera.
“Toodles!”
The stagehand steps back away from Holly Guacamole. His eyes dance between looking at her and the masked giant standing behind her. He licks his lips nervously before repeating his previous statement.
“You’re scheduled to face Tiger Mask Red in the Rey de Reyes Tournament at Chapter 3.”
The humongous hand of Brutus Smith reaches out and grabs him by the front of the shirt and lifts him up into the air. The stagehand manages to let out a scream of fear before the giant slams him against the wall.
“I am Brute!”
The stage hand looks at the giant, his mouse gapped open, completely unsure what to say. Suddenly the blade of Holly’s hockey stick is up against his throat and she growls at him.
“Don’t be rude, asshole! Go ahead and answer the man.”
“What did he say?”
Holly rolls her eyes and pats Brute’s arm, sympathetically.
“Can you believe this guy? He doesn’t understand what you’re saying.”
She turns and fondles the stagehand’s cheek. She offers him a beautiful smile before pulling back and smacking the taste out of his mouth. Holly signals to Brute and he drops the stagehand to the ground. He rubs his cheeks as he watches the pair walk off.
“The nerve of that Dragon guy, making me face my brother,” Holly complains.
“I am Brute.”
“No kidding! What kind of shit show is that guy running? He can’t even hire guys who understand your Newfie accent!”
“I am Brute.”
“I know, RIGHT!”
***
The camera turns on and we find Holly sitting in her room. Behind her on the wall is a poster of D.C. Wiland and standing on her bedroom dresser is a wooden figurine that holds a strong likeness to another former love interest of hers. She smiles at the camera and winks.
“Hey, what’s up, bitches? I know I don’t have to introduce myself to all of you but I might as well any way. I am Holly Guacamole; princess of the Canadian Embassy in Mexico and soon I’ll be the first ever GOL Rey de Reyes Champion. “
She reaches up a hand to her ear and pretends to listen.
“What’s that you say? I have to beat to beat my very own big brother, Tiger Mask Red, first; a guy who’s been wrestling for almost five years and has held countless titles, while I’ve been wrestling less than a year and haven’t won any real championships.
“None of you think I stand a chance against him because he has so much more experience than me and that’s where you’re wrong. Ya see, I know my brother better than almost anyone else; I grew up looking up to the guy after all. And who’s matches do you think I studied when I decided to become a pro rassler and who have I been training alongside since I made my debut? You guessed it, my big brother’s.
“Tiggie, I know all your moves, I know all your strengths too, but more importantly I know all your weaknesses. I know that above everything else, you are you own worst critic. Losing that match last month to Avery Miles III has been eating you up inside and I’ve seen the doubt in your eyes. You’ve been wondering for months, ever since you lost the Pollomania Supremo Championship, whether or not you have it in you to become the top guy in a promotion and that loss to Miles has been making you feel even worse.
Holly tries to look sadly at the camera but starts snorting and eventually starts laughing. She disappears out of camera range for a moment and can be heard taking some deep breaths, trying to regain her composure, before finally sitting back up and facing the camera once more.
“You know I love ya, Tiggie, but I don’t have any problem taking advantage of you when you’re feeling so down. Not when it means that I have a chance of beating you and proving that I’m more than your little sister; not when I’ve got a chance to prove to the world that Holly Guacamole has what it takes to be the top dog here in GOL.
“I’ve also got one more advantage over you, Tiggie, that no other opponent that you’ve ever faced or well ever face has or ever will have...”
She smiles sweetly at the camera.
“I’m your little sister. You and I have had our issues in the past and you’ve even threatened to kill me back before you got help with your mental health issues, but at the end of the day I know that you won’t hurt me because you love me. Like I said before, I love ya too but when you hesitate before going in for the kill, I’ll seize that opening and beat you; and when it’s all over, then I’ll apologize for being better than you.”
She winks and blows a kiss at the camera.
“Toodles!”