Post by RoC Lee Morrison on Jun 24, 2016 4:28:04 GMT
GOL Chapter Cuatro has begun and as the roster and production staff all prepare to get ready for the show, The Masked Moron stands quietly inside his locker room, his mind occupied at what seems to be a conundrum that tested the limits of his intelligence (if he does have any intelligence at all.) The Masked Moron stares at the memo he was handed moments earlier, slowly trying to decipher the words and understand the meaning of what is written on the piece of paper.
The Masked Moron: "You are booooo-ked to fiiii-ght eeeen twoooo m-mat-ches toooo-niiight. You are booked to fight in two matches tonight! I did it! I read the note, but what does it mean?"
The Masked Moron thinks real hard but still failing to understand that he is booked to fight in the Super Falcon Cup Semi-Final and in the Rey de Reyes Semi-Final. It does seem that his reading skills though has improved, his comprehension skills still seem to be lacking.
Suddenly a look of enlightenment dawns upon The Masked Moron's face. It seems that he has had an epiphany!
The Masked Moron: "TWO MATCHES! I GET IT!"
The Masked Moron opens his fanny pack and rummages through it, after a few seconds he shouts out...
The Masked Moron: "AHA~!"
The Masked Moron pulls out two matches and just like that, it seems that The Masked Moron may spend the night switching from a career as a wrestler into a career as an arsonist. But just before The Masked Moron could strike the match, his locker room door swings open and an intern appears.
Intern: "So there you are! What are you doing in Amis Fn' Shelton's locker room? Do you know how long I've been looking for you? After I handed you the memo, you disappeared on me. Anyways, you're first match is coming up and I've been instructed to stick to you like glue to make sure you do not miss your matches tonight. You do comprehend what I am saying right?"
The Masked Moron tilts his head and looks at the Intern, his only thought is focused on the big mole on the nose of the Intern. Just as he reaches out slowly to poke the mole the Intern speaks once more.
Intern: "Anyway, come on we have to go. And this time please don't go wandering off alone okay?"
With that said, the Intern takes The Masked Moron's hand and leads him out of Amis Fn' Shelton's locker room and towards the ring for his upcoming match. The Intern sighs deeply thinking to himself that taking care of The Masked Moron is more tedious than taking care of a five year-old while The Masked Moron only has the image of the Intern's mole in his mind as the scene slowly cuts to black.
The Masked Moron: "You are booooo-ked to fiiii-ght eeeen twoooo m-mat-ches toooo-niiight. You are booked to fight in two matches tonight! I did it! I read the note, but what does it mean?"
The Masked Moron thinks real hard but still failing to understand that he is booked to fight in the Super Falcon Cup Semi-Final and in the Rey de Reyes Semi-Final. It does seem that his reading skills though has improved, his comprehension skills still seem to be lacking.
Suddenly a look of enlightenment dawns upon The Masked Moron's face. It seems that he has had an epiphany!
The Masked Moron: "TWO MATCHES! I GET IT!"
The Masked Moron opens his fanny pack and rummages through it, after a few seconds he shouts out...
The Masked Moron: "AHA~!"
The Masked Moron pulls out two matches and just like that, it seems that The Masked Moron may spend the night switching from a career as a wrestler into a career as an arsonist. But just before The Masked Moron could strike the match, his locker room door swings open and an intern appears.
Intern: "So there you are! What are you doing in Amis Fn' Shelton's locker room? Do you know how long I've been looking for you? After I handed you the memo, you disappeared on me. Anyways, you're first match is coming up and I've been instructed to stick to you like glue to make sure you do not miss your matches tonight. You do comprehend what I am saying right?"
The Masked Moron tilts his head and looks at the Intern, his only thought is focused on the big mole on the nose of the Intern. Just as he reaches out slowly to poke the mole the Intern speaks once more.
Intern: "Anyway, come on we have to go. And this time please don't go wandering off alone okay?"
With that said, the Intern takes The Masked Moron's hand and leads him out of Amis Fn' Shelton's locker room and towards the ring for his upcoming match. The Intern sighs deeply thinking to himself that taking care of The Masked Moron is more tedious than taking care of a five year-old while The Masked Moron only has the image of the Intern's mole in his mind as the scene slowly cuts to black.