Heroes of Wrestling (Everyday Heroes Trios Championship RP)
Jul 30, 2016 17:20:34 GMT
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Post by Everyday Heroes on Jul 30, 2016 17:20:34 GMT
JASON
Who am I?
Are you sure you want to know?
The story of my life is not for the faint of heart.
If somebody told you I was just your average guy, not a care in the world...someone lied.
But let me assure you...this story, like every other story worth telling, is all about a girl.
'Jason? You okay, baby?'
That girl.
The girl next door.
Jenny Lindberg.
The woman I loved since before I even liked girls.
'Ohmygoah, he's gonna...'
I'd like to tell you that's me next to her.
'Jay? You need the toilet, dude?'
Heck, I'd even take him.
'UUUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!!!!'
...that's me.
'Eeeeeeewwwwwwwww!'
'...that's it. He's blown 'em.'
'Everybody give him some space. You okay, baby?'
'...uuunnnnhhhhh...'
'I told you not to eat that three-bean taco, man...'
'...s-shut up, Walter...'
'For real, though. You're not used to Tex-Mex!'
'Back off, Walter! Gosh! You can be totally clueless sometimes, you know that?'
'But I did tell him...'
'Walter!'
'...all right, sorry...'
That's Lyndsey. Walter's girlfriend. The fourth wheel in our merry band of fools. And standing next to her, filming this whole thing, is the fifth.
...wait, filming it?!
'Ohmygosh, this is gonna get like, a billion views on YouTube!'
'Cherry!'
Jenny takes the phone, fiddles around with it. I hope against hope she is deleting whatever Cherry managed to film; the last thing I need is for the Monkey Nation to see their hero puking on camera.
I feel another wave of nausea rise up inside me, try to clamber to my feet, make my way to the toilet.
'Jay? You need help, honey?'
'...n-no...it's fine...I can manage...'
'You sure?'
'...yeah...just...'
I don't even complete my sentence; I clamber into the toilet, throw the lid open on the toilet bowl, and feel the rest of my lunch blurt out of me in sticky globs.
I kneel there for several minutes, dry heaving, until I've made sure every little bit of Fiesta Tacos' three bean tostada is out of my system; then, as I stand up and wipe the sick-smelling spit off my lips, I remember something Nana used to tell me when I was very little. Something about the monster who lived at the end of the toilet bowl drain; a big, hairy beast with red eyes and sharp teeth, who would pull me down if I ever tried to look down the hole to find out where the water went when you flushed.
'Enjoy your snack,' I tell him, somehow managing a grin.
Then, standing as straight as my light head will allow, I reach over, press the 'Flush' button, and send the rest of my ill-fated lunch whooshing down into the Houston public sanitation system.
WALLY
'Oh my God, how do you not see this?!'
Cherry slams her hand on the table and glares at me, but I'm not backing down.
''Cause you're wrong. Rainbow Dash is best pony, not freaking Twilight!'
'Nuh-uh!'
'Yuh-huh. Twilight is a total Mary Sue! 'Oh look, she's already an advanced magic student, why don't we give her wings as well?''
'She's the Element of freaking Magic! And she saved Equestria. Five times! She earned those wings!'
'So...?! Rainbow is the element of Loyalty, and she helped save Equestria all those times too, and they didn't make her Celestia's Mini-Me!'
'Uh, yeah, 'cause her head would explode! Besides, remember that time she almost destroyed Ponyville just so her pet wouldn't hibernate?!'
Ouch. Yeah. Okay. She kind'a got me there.
'Um...yeah, but...'
'...but nothing! Rainbow's just an annoying bighead!'
'Oh yeah? Well, at least she has a personality! What's Twilight's personality, overpowered purple Mary Sue?'
'...you guys don't know anything. Everyone knows, Applejack is best pony!'
This statement catches Cherry and I so off-guard that we immediately stop arguing and turn to stare at Jenny. What she just said is surprising for two reasons – first, I never knew she watched Friendship is Magic; and second, Applejack?! Seriously?!
'Seriously?! Applejack?! Half the time, I forget she's there!'
Jenny shrugs. 'Well, at least she's not a Mary Sue or a bighead. Or random like Pinkie Pie.'
Both Cherry and me are about to answer, but before we can say anything, Jason comes back from the toilet. He still looks real pale, but he's grinning, and he gives the girls behind the counter a thumbs-up.
'I got you a refund, Jay.' Lyndsey holds out a couple of dollar bills, which Jason looks at in surprise.
'...what did you do that for?!'
Lyndsey shrugs. 'Well, you did throw up in the middle of their store...you're kind'a owed a refund...'
'So?!' Jason is still trying to wrap his hand around the whole thing. 'It's not their fault their food didn't agree with me!!'
'You would think that, Jay.' Jenny is rolling her eyes and smiling as she hugs Jay. 'You okay now, though?'
Jason nods. 'Yeah. I'm gonna be fine. Now c'mon, we've got a video to shoot, right?!'
He's trying to be Big Man Jay, the leader of the Everyday Heroes, leading the troops into battle. It kind of falls flat, though, for two reasons: number one, he still looks like if Mr Clean wore clothes, and second of all, he's the shortest out of all of us to begin with. Still, A for effort; if it was me in his place, I'd be going home and spending the rest of the day in bed with the trade paperback for Watchmen.
Not Jason, though; Jason is the take-charge type, and after thanking the girls at the counter (for what, I'm not sure; making him puke, maybe?) walks out onto the parking lot, and the blazing Texas afternoon sun. The last thing anybody in the store hears from him is, what else, a joke.
'Next time, I think I'm sticking to the Pollo Bucket...'
CHERRY
It is so hot out here.
Like, I'm not used to this. I'm from Michigan. We get hot summers there, but it's not usually like, a million trillion degrees outside. But apparently it's a thing in Texas. Super-sized drinks, cowboy hats, rattlesnakes, and summers hotter than Justin Bieber.
The guys seem to be taking this pretty well, though. They're just like, hanging out, trying to scope a place where we can, like, shoot this video or whatever. Jason was sick just now, but if I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe it. He's ike, walking around and asking questions and stuff. If it was me, I'd be sitting on the couch feeling lousy and watching Sailor Moon. Guess that's why Jason's the leader...
'Right,' he stays, sort of squinting his eyes against the sun. 'We need to find a place in the shade where we can shoot this thing. And I don't want to go too far, 'cause the car's here. Any ideas, Heroes?'
Nobody has any; and even if we did, it's too hot to think.
'Ooookaaaaayyy...' Jason looks around. 'How about...there?'
'There? That's the dumpsters, Jason!' I wrinkle my nose up and kind'a grimace, but Jason just laughs.
'It's fine, Cherry. It doesn't even smell bad, look!' He walks over there, and I follow him, and what d'ya know? It really doesn't smell that bad!
'Can we work with this?' Jason looks over at me and kind'a smiles. He's got a great smile; like a movie star, but one of those you want to hug, not the real hot ones. The ones who could have gone to your school.
'Yeah...'
'Okay, awesome!' He claps his hands together and waves over at Wally. 'Walt! Come here!'
Wally comes over to us, and he's even sweatier than me. I guess you sweat more when you're chubby, 'cause of body mass or whatever.
'You guys go put on your costumes,' Jason says after Wally's joined us. Wally gets this look on his face like he really doesn't want to go dress up, and I can totally see it; I wish I didn't have to, either. But we have to. We're heroes, and those are our uniforms. We can't give away our secret identity!
That's what I keep telling myself when I walk back into the taco place to go change into my Sailor Cherry costume. It's real nice and cool in there, and once I'm done dressing up, I kind'a don't want to go back outside. The guys are counting on me, though, and seeing as I was the last to join the group and can still get kicked out, I probably better not keep them waiting.
I gather up all my courage and step back out onto the Sahara desert. Wally is already there, in his orange-and-blue Owl Man costume, talking to Jason. They both turn around when they hear me coming, and Jason smiles again.
'Here she is!' He walks over to me. 'We were just saying, you probably have the best phone out of all of us. Can we use that for filming?'
'Um...sure...I guess.' I fish my phone out of my purse and hand it to Lyndsey. She fiddles around for a few seconds as we all get into position, looking for the camera.
'It's in the...' I try to help her, but she holds a finger up. 'Oh, you got it?'
Lyndsey nods and holds the phone up.
'Y'all ready?'
'Yeah,' Wally says. 'Just say when.'
'Okaaaaayyyy...when!'
We all go to step forward, but Jason is quickest. Figures; he's the leader.
'How's it going, GOL Lucha? This is your future GOL Trios Champions! It's really great to be here and taking part in Eternal Lucha! We heard a lot about you guys over the past few months, and we can't wait to show you what we're capable of!'
Jason pauses and smiles.
'But just because we heard about you guys, doesn't mean you guys heard about us. So allow us to introduce ourselves.'
Jason points at himself.
'I'm the Vanilla Midget...'
Wally steps forward and points at himself too.
'...I'm the Owl Man...'
I know what I have to do.
'...and I'm Sailor Cherry. And in the name of the moon, I WILL PUNISH YOU!!!'
I do the Sailor Moon pose, and immediately feel stupid as the boys both look at me. Oh, great. Now my cool new friends think I'm a dork. Way to go, Cherry.
I blush a little, but neither Jason nor Wally say anything. In fact, they're not even paying attention to me anymore; they've turned back around to face the camera, and Jason's calling out:
'...and together, we're the...'
I join in with them as we give our warcry:
'..EVERYDAY HEROES!!!'
We all high-five, then Jason picks up again:
'Why Everyday Heroes? Because we truly believe anyone can be a hero. No matter how big, or how small. Everyone can have power. Even a short guy.'
'Or a fat guy.'
'Or a small town girl.' I feel pretty good about myself that I'm keeping up with the boys; usually, my videos are like, the most awkward thing in the history of ever, but with these guys? With these guys, it's kind'a not as hard.
'That's right. If they follow their heart, work towards their goals, and try as hard as they can, anyone can be a hero. Anyone can make a difference. Anyone can do good. For themselves, and for others.'
'Take me, for example,' Wally cuts in. 'I know I don't look like much. I look like a fat dork in a costume. That's 'cause I am a fat dork in a costume. I know that. These guys know that. My girlfriend knows that.'
From behind the phone, Lyndsey giggles. Wally winks at her as he continues:
'And our opponents sure as heck know that. In fact, I'm pretty sure The Trinity are pointing at me and thinking of hurtful things to say. I bet House of Serena is thinking I'm probably the weak point in the team. And they're not wrong. But what they don't know is, being fat and dorky isn't a disadvantage. Because I know that's who I am, and I'm fine with it. Usually, the way people try to hurt someone who's overweight is by making them feel bad about themselves; and it works, because a lot of those people just want to be thin. I was like that, too. I was ashamed of being fat, and slow, and into cosplay. But right now? Right now, I'm fine being a fat dork in a costume. I'm fine not pretending to be someone I'm not. And that is my major strength going in there on Thursday for the Mexican Asylum match.'
Wally's speech gave me confidence to do my own, and I step forward next.
'Or take me. A bubbly blonde twenty-year-old girl from small-town Michigan. Who likes to wear pink and dress up like Sailor Moon and watch My Little Pony. Who used to lose all the time in the other companies she was at. Easy pickings, right?
Wrong!'
I give the camera what I hope is a serious stare.
'See, it's like Wally said. People think they can hurt you by making you feel bad about being blonde or girly or still learning how to wrestle. But it only works if you let it. If you turn around and you tell them that's who you are, and you like to be that way, then they can't hurt you. And when they can't hurt you, you kind'a already won.'
I point at my outfit.
'See, when I go out there on Thursday with my two team-mates, I know what people are gonna say. 'Look at that dork, dressed like Sailor Moon! She can't hang in a Mexican Asylum match! She's gonna get killed by literally everybody!' But when that happens, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna turn around and tell them this is who I am, and I like to be this way; their words can't hurt me, and if they don't like it, they're just gonna have to deal! And then I'm gonna kick them in the face, take their title, and go get Chipotle with my awesomesauce friends!'
'Unnggh...Chipotle and sauce...' Jason leans forward, and I realize I dun goofed. Fortunately, Wally is there to save the day while Jason recovers.
'We all have flaws. Each and every one of us. I'm too fat. Jay's too short. She's too inexperienced. But guess what? So do our opponents! They may not see their own flaws, or they may think we can't tell they're there, but we can. And as The Trinity, House of Serena and The Glitteratti are gonna find out on Thursday...we know how to explore them.'
'That's right.' Jason's recovered, and comes back into the video. 'We all have skeletons in our closets. Things we don't like about ourselves. Every. Single. One of us. And the difference between a hero and a victim is in how we deal with those things. A true hero acknowledges their flaws, but doesn't let them stop them. A true hero knows nobody's perfect, and the secret to doing well in life is to be comfortable with their flaws and know how to make up for them so their flaws can't hold them back. The Everyday Heroes have worked out how. And that's why, on July 31, we're going to last through the Mexican Asylum match and come out the first ever GOL Trios Champions.'
Wally steps forward again.
'Last time around, we missed out on our goal. We fought bravely, like heroes, but someone else was the better team that night. But we didn't let that bring us down. No, what we did was regroup. Do a little soul searching. And now, with a few more matches under our belts and the addition of our awesome new member, Sailor Cherry...'
Don't blush, Cherry. Don't blush. Don't...darn it!
'...we're ready to step up to the plate once again. Because you see, true heroes can be knocked down...'
'...but they can never be kept down.'
Jason gives the camera a real serious look. I wish I could pull that off.
'On July 31, we bounce back, and in the best possible way. By winning a gruelling match, giving the GOL fans Champions they can look up to, and showing all the little heroes in making out there in the stands that if they stay true to themselves and don't let themselves get discouraged, they, too, can be Everyday Heroes.
Just like us.'
'…aaaaand we're good!' Lyndsey pulls my phone back down and hands it to me. 'Great job, guys.'
'Yeah, that was fun,' Jason admits. 'Good job, everyone.' He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. 'Made me start sweating even harder, though.'
'No kidding!' Wally takes off his mask and starts fanning himself with it. 'Anybody know a pool or whatever we can go to?'
'Oh, yeah, I know one,' Jenny says. 'Lyndz and I went there one time. You guys wanna go check that out?'
'Heck yeah!' Jason and Wally don't even wait for a reply; they walk back to the car straight away and start huffing and puffing, trying to pull the doors open so they can get in. Us girls stay behind a little longer, kind'a looking at one another, trying not to laugh.
'Should we help them?', Lyndsey asks after a few seconds of us just standing there trying not to crack up. Jenny nods.
'Boys...', Lyndsey groans, as she holds up her car keys, presses a button on her keychain, and opens the automatic lock.