Post by tigermaskred on May 26, 2016 17:35:46 GMT
“Damn it Deezy, it’s Tiger, call me back. We need to talk about our trios match at WAR.”
CLICK!
“Damn that guy! Where the fuck is he?”
***
Sitting at my computer, I re-watch my match with Avery Miles III from last week’s GOL show “Thundercunt”. I cringe a little as I relive the closing moments of the bout; Avery hit me with a spin heel kick that knocked me to the arena floor, before hitting me with that devastating double flip Shooting Star Press.
“That doesn’t get any easier to watch, does it?”
Charlie startles me, sneaking up behind me in our darkened apartment. I had hoped to not disturb her when I had slid out of bed and went to sit in the living room but I should have known that she would detect my absence.
She raps her arms around me and kisses me on the cheek.
“Can’t sleep, huh?”
I just shake my head and stare back at the screen as I watch Miles pinning me and ending my Super Falcon Cup dreams.
“Why does this loss eat me up so much,” I ask her, “I’ve lost championships in front of our friends and family in Montreal that didn’t affect me like this one did.”
Charlie walks around the chair and sits on my lap, throwing her arms around my neck.
“Maybe because you were fighting for something bigger than yourself for a change,” she suggests, “You were GOL’s representative in the Super Falcon Cup; you were fighting for their honor. No company has ever put that much faith in you; not Strike Towers, or Midwest Wrestling Alliance or Pollomania. Not even your father has ever put that much faith in you.”
I try to turn my head away but she grabs me by the chin. She looks me straight in the face and smiles.
“I know you better than anyone. It doesn’t matter to you if people like you or not, when you go out in that ring you give them everything you’ve got, but when you’re given a cause to fight for, they have to damn near kill you to stop you from succeeding.”
She points to the torn remains the mask of El Vainillo, my biggest rival from Pollomania, now framed on our wall.
“That’s why that man lost his mask on Cinco de Mayo, your mask meant more to you than damn near anything else, and that’s why Miles had to go to the lengths that he had to beat you.”
I try to look away again, but this time she grabs my face in her hands.
“Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You left it all out there in the ring. GOL knows it, the fans in the build that night know it and everyone watching at home that night knows it. Shoot, the ‘E-Wrestling Guys’ put your match with Miles on their card of the week that same week. You might have lost but you people are taking notice of you. That’s why GOL chose you as one of their representatives in the main event at their joint show with NJFC.”
She kisses me on the lips, and then catches me off guard with a hard smack across the face. I sit there stunned for a moment, giving her time to scramble off my lap and run towards the bedroom. She turns and looks at me just before she disappears into our room.
“Now stop feeling sorry for yourself, get your act together and come and get me, Tiger!”
A wide grin crosses my face and I leap out of the chair and rush into our room.
***
The scene opens with Tiger Mask Red alone in the middle of GOL’s Labyrinth, right in the center of the ring, a flag draped over his shoulders. He stands there for a few moments, eyes closed and breathing lightly before opening his eyes and staring fiercely at the camera.
“I’ve been accused of being many, most of them true; yes, I am a cocky son of a bitch, yes, I will do pretty much anything to win; yes, without a shadow of a doubt, I really am a soulless ginger at times; but there’s something about this place that brings out the best in me.”
He takes a deep breath and slowly lets the air exhale from his lungs, a wide grin forms on his face.
“There’s something in air here; the competitors who’ve wrestled here know what I’m talking about. Even with the building empty, like it is now, there’s electricity flowing from the atmosphere. In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve seen people perform feats that shouldn’t be possible: a man with mental challenges has shocked the world with his abilities; two competitors survive nearly being blown up; two men fought using thousands of pieces of Lego. All the while, that power in the air fed us. It seems to build, the more people are here. It gets to a fevered pitch as the fans encourage us on until…”
He shakes his head and looks around.
“When Chaos Dragon asked me to be GOL’s representative in the Super Falcon Cup, I didn’t even hesitate in saying yes. Here’s something about this company that makes me want to fight it.”
He points to the empty chairs and bleachers surrounding the ring.
“There’s something about the fans that fill those seats that I would do anything to make them cheer. For the first time in my career I truly have found a place that I feel truly at home.”
He lowers his head in shame just for a moment before looking back up at the camera.
“That’s why it bothers me so much that I let you all down when Avery Miles III beat me in our Cup match. On that night Miles was the better man and I don’t want to take anything away from him but I walked into that match feeling cocky. As far as I was concerned, that match was won before I ever got in the ring and I paid for my arrogance. No, scratch that, GOL and all our fans paid for my arrogance!
“I promised myself that I would never allow that to happen again. I promised myself that if I was ever given a chance to redeem myself in the eyes of the fans, I would do whatever it takes. So, when Dragon informed me that I would representing GOL once more, this time at ‘WAR’ versus a team from NJFC, I realized that I have no other choice that leave everything in the ring.
“Terry McKenna, Alpluachra, Mark Storm, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not that familiar with any of you, but after I’m done here I plan to study as many of your matches as I possibly can. NJFC has selected you three to represent them against GOL and that’s all the proof I need to let me know that you are going to a tough test for me and my partners. Make no mistake, I will not underestimate you like I did with Miles and he had to damn near knock me out before he finally beat me. If you think I’m about to let you come into our house and embarrass Wiland, Fuego and I, think again. They paramedics will damn well have to carry me out on a stretcher before I let GOL’s finest fall to anyone from NJFC. That’s not an insult, that’s a promise!”
“To my tag team partners, King Fuego and Wiland, boys, I’ve got your backs. Wiland, you and I have worked well as a team in the past. Only a few weeks ago, you and I turned a few heads at NJFC’s Tag Team Tropolis when we beat Timetus Mortuem in the first round of the tournament and took New Paradigm to the limit before they eliminated us in the second. I realize that you and I have went on our separate paths since then but if you and I can get back on the same page, then we this trio from NJFC is going to have a big problem on their hands. And King Fuego, you and I got GOL started off right when we met in the company’s first ever match. Shoot, people are still speaking about it even today. If we can bring down the house against one another, just imagine what we’ll be capable of side-by-side.
Tiger Mask Red takes the flag off his shoulder. It’s the GOL banner and he holds it up proudly to the camera.
“Team NJFC, this is what me and my teammates are fighting for. This is our coat or arms. This is our standard. When you show up in our ring you better be ready with your A game because this isn’t going to just be a wrestling match. THIS IS GOING TO BE WAR!”
Fade to black.
CLICK!
“Damn that guy! Where the fuck is he?”
***
Sitting at my computer, I re-watch my match with Avery Miles III from last week’s GOL show “Thundercunt”. I cringe a little as I relive the closing moments of the bout; Avery hit me with a spin heel kick that knocked me to the arena floor, before hitting me with that devastating double flip Shooting Star Press.
“That doesn’t get any easier to watch, does it?”
Charlie startles me, sneaking up behind me in our darkened apartment. I had hoped to not disturb her when I had slid out of bed and went to sit in the living room but I should have known that she would detect my absence.
She raps her arms around me and kisses me on the cheek.
“Can’t sleep, huh?”
I just shake my head and stare back at the screen as I watch Miles pinning me and ending my Super Falcon Cup dreams.
“Why does this loss eat me up so much,” I ask her, “I’ve lost championships in front of our friends and family in Montreal that didn’t affect me like this one did.”
Charlie walks around the chair and sits on my lap, throwing her arms around my neck.
“Maybe because you were fighting for something bigger than yourself for a change,” she suggests, “You were GOL’s representative in the Super Falcon Cup; you were fighting for their honor. No company has ever put that much faith in you; not Strike Towers, or Midwest Wrestling Alliance or Pollomania. Not even your father has ever put that much faith in you.”
I try to turn my head away but she grabs me by the chin. She looks me straight in the face and smiles.
“I know you better than anyone. It doesn’t matter to you if people like you or not, when you go out in that ring you give them everything you’ve got, but when you’re given a cause to fight for, they have to damn near kill you to stop you from succeeding.”
She points to the torn remains the mask of El Vainillo, my biggest rival from Pollomania, now framed on our wall.
“That’s why that man lost his mask on Cinco de Mayo, your mask meant more to you than damn near anything else, and that’s why Miles had to go to the lengths that he had to beat you.”
I try to look away again, but this time she grabs my face in her hands.
“Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You left it all out there in the ring. GOL knows it, the fans in the build that night know it and everyone watching at home that night knows it. Shoot, the ‘E-Wrestling Guys’ put your match with Miles on their card of the week that same week. You might have lost but you people are taking notice of you. That’s why GOL chose you as one of their representatives in the main event at their joint show with NJFC.”
She kisses me on the lips, and then catches me off guard with a hard smack across the face. I sit there stunned for a moment, giving her time to scramble off my lap and run towards the bedroom. She turns and looks at me just before she disappears into our room.
“Now stop feeling sorry for yourself, get your act together and come and get me, Tiger!”
A wide grin crosses my face and I leap out of the chair and rush into our room.
***
The scene opens with Tiger Mask Red alone in the middle of GOL’s Labyrinth, right in the center of the ring, a flag draped over his shoulders. He stands there for a few moments, eyes closed and breathing lightly before opening his eyes and staring fiercely at the camera.
“I’ve been accused of being many, most of them true; yes, I am a cocky son of a bitch, yes, I will do pretty much anything to win; yes, without a shadow of a doubt, I really am a soulless ginger at times; but there’s something about this place that brings out the best in me.”
He takes a deep breath and slowly lets the air exhale from his lungs, a wide grin forms on his face.
“There’s something in air here; the competitors who’ve wrestled here know what I’m talking about. Even with the building empty, like it is now, there’s electricity flowing from the atmosphere. In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve seen people perform feats that shouldn’t be possible: a man with mental challenges has shocked the world with his abilities; two competitors survive nearly being blown up; two men fought using thousands of pieces of Lego. All the while, that power in the air fed us. It seems to build, the more people are here. It gets to a fevered pitch as the fans encourage us on until…”
He shakes his head and looks around.
“When Chaos Dragon asked me to be GOL’s representative in the Super Falcon Cup, I didn’t even hesitate in saying yes. Here’s something about this company that makes me want to fight it.”
He points to the empty chairs and bleachers surrounding the ring.
“There’s something about the fans that fill those seats that I would do anything to make them cheer. For the first time in my career I truly have found a place that I feel truly at home.”
He lowers his head in shame just for a moment before looking back up at the camera.
“That’s why it bothers me so much that I let you all down when Avery Miles III beat me in our Cup match. On that night Miles was the better man and I don’t want to take anything away from him but I walked into that match feeling cocky. As far as I was concerned, that match was won before I ever got in the ring and I paid for my arrogance. No, scratch that, GOL and all our fans paid for my arrogance!
“I promised myself that I would never allow that to happen again. I promised myself that if I was ever given a chance to redeem myself in the eyes of the fans, I would do whatever it takes. So, when Dragon informed me that I would representing GOL once more, this time at ‘WAR’ versus a team from NJFC, I realized that I have no other choice that leave everything in the ring.
“Terry McKenna, Alpluachra, Mark Storm, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not that familiar with any of you, but after I’m done here I plan to study as many of your matches as I possibly can. NJFC has selected you three to represent them against GOL and that’s all the proof I need to let me know that you are going to a tough test for me and my partners. Make no mistake, I will not underestimate you like I did with Miles and he had to damn near knock me out before he finally beat me. If you think I’m about to let you come into our house and embarrass Wiland, Fuego and I, think again. They paramedics will damn well have to carry me out on a stretcher before I let GOL’s finest fall to anyone from NJFC. That’s not an insult, that’s a promise!”
“To my tag team partners, King Fuego and Wiland, boys, I’ve got your backs. Wiland, you and I have worked well as a team in the past. Only a few weeks ago, you and I turned a few heads at NJFC’s Tag Team Tropolis when we beat Timetus Mortuem in the first round of the tournament and took New Paradigm to the limit before they eliminated us in the second. I realize that you and I have went on our separate paths since then but if you and I can get back on the same page, then we this trio from NJFC is going to have a big problem on their hands. And King Fuego, you and I got GOL started off right when we met in the company’s first ever match. Shoot, people are still speaking about it even today. If we can bring down the house against one another, just imagine what we’ll be capable of side-by-side.
Tiger Mask Red takes the flag off his shoulder. It’s the GOL banner and he holds it up proudly to the camera.
“Team NJFC, this is what me and my teammates are fighting for. This is our coat or arms. This is our standard. When you show up in our ring you better be ready with your A game because this isn’t going to just be a wrestling match. THIS IS GOING TO BE WAR!”
Fade to black.