Post by bronxyv on Jul 2, 2017 19:10:19 GMT
We open. The 4CW Champion Bronx Valescence is wearing his championship belt over one shoulder. The blazer he wears is not buttoned and reveals the black dress shirt underneath. The room is dark minus one stand in the middle of the room. On the stand there’s a mannequin head, and on that mannequin head there’s a single luchadore mask. The mask has various tears on it. Bronx stops beside it and looks down at it before he glances up.
“I used to wear this mask, Tiger. I used to wear it as a joke. You see, once upon a time I couldn’t beat a man named Jason Cashe. Now, obviously circumstances have changed. I thought it would be funny to dawn a luchadore mark and then call myself EL BIZCHOCO. You may have seen that name tossed around here or there as a joke. I tried to join ECWF as El Bizchoco. I used to wrestle hardcore matches at El Bizchoco. I always thought it was funny—always thought it was cute to throw on the mask and act like a luchdore, but then I saw you in action.”
“You see, a long time ago Tiger Mask. I would have taken this match as a joke. I would have thrown on this mask and I would have made ridiculous noises. I think the last time I wore this mask—and this sounds like a joke, but I’m pretty sure I went to the place where Tony Stewart murdered Kevin Ward in cold blood with a race car. I channeled his ghost and put on this mask. I yelled some nonsense. I tried to get into the head of my opponents. For a long time, Tiger Mask I thought that would intimidate people. I thought that if they took me as a joke. I could lure them in and beat them. I didn’t like my results then. I didn’t like how I was perceived and I changed my ways, why? Because I saw how you fought Tiger Mask. I saw the respect you got. I saw people putting you over. So I put the mask up for good.”
Bronx looked over at the mask, he pulled it up onto his hand and he looked down into it. The mask stood for so much more than just a phase he went through. That part of him was long gone. Now he had a company to carry, the game had changed and he had finally “grown up.”
“And I’m happy where I am now. I don’t feel like the court jester where I am expected to make jokes week after week. I don’t feel like I have to come out juggling and riding a unicycle. I’m not wearing the clown nose anymore. I’m just…. just me. I don’t have to live up to an expectations. And I owe some of that to you, Tiger Mask. You’re a legend. You’re a household name. You’re everything I wanted to be back then. But, as I said. Circumstances have changed.”
Lifting his head, Bronx stepped in front of where the mask sat.
“That… that was then. This match? It’s now. And now, the wrestling world isn’t buzzing about Tiger Mask Red and wherever he is chasing Nurvy too next. They’re talking about Bronx Valescence lighting the wrestling world on fire. They’re talking about Bronx Valescence fending off two 4CW greats in-lieu of a title defense. I got where I wanted to be. I clawed to the top. I have surpassed you, Tiger Mask. I may not be a disciple of the way of lucha. But you go and ask anyone, and they’ll tell you. Some may tell you reluctantly, some may gladly tell you, but they’ll all tell you that I can go with the very best this business has to offer. Tiger Mask, you’re about to find that out first hand.”
Stepping back near the stand, Bronx pulled out a piece of paper and held it up. It was his 4CW Exclusive contract.
“You know what this is, Tiger Mask. I’m done running and chasing people. I’m done doing people like Aidan Collins favors by going on their turf. From now on? If someone wants to face me, they can nut up and come to 4CW. There’s a ton of people I want to face, Tiger Mask. I want to face Gavin Grimes. I want another shot at Deadeye sometime down the line and there’s a ton more. But I came to the conclusion I can’t chase that around like I used to. There’s a company who trusted me enough to put me in a position to win their championship. For that? I am eternally grateful. I thought what better way to go out than with a man they call a legend. The man they call King in a lot of places.”
Bronx sat the paper back down on the table.
“Make no mistake about it. This may be a dream match for some but I am not coming into this match to earn your respect. I’m not coming into this match expecting a loss. I am the goddamn 4CW Champion, and while i respect the ways of the luchdore. It doesn’t mean I’m just going to come in here and lay down because it’s my last match outside of 4CW. I owe you something, Tiger Mask. I owe you for stealing something from you that you probably have no idea that you stole.”
A small smile crossed his lips.
“Less than a month ago, Aidan Collins goaded me into a match in GOL—a place I always wanted to work I might add. I knew I outclassed him in every way and so did he because as soon as the bell rang he took off running back to Lacey Allen’s dress to hide underneath. You were there, Tiger Mask. You may have thought you were there for me, I don’t know. What I saw is you trying to steal my spotlight.”
Bronx looked a bit more menacing than before.
“YOU did all the work Tiger Mask. YOU laid him in the ring for me. YOU gave Aidan Collins an out I didn’t want to give him. Now? He can just pop right back up and talk about how I didn’t do a thing to him and if it weren’t for YOU I would have won. For a man who lives by the code of the luchadore it doesn’t seem to honorable, right? But what do I know?! That’s why this match isn’t about what you think it is. That’s why this match isn’t about honor and respect. I need to put you down to prove not only that I was the better man against Aidan Collins, but I need to put you down to prove that I didn’t need you to help me out.”
Taking a moment, Bronx soaked it all in for he knew that this would be the last time random eyes would be on it. After this, you would have to tune into 4CW to see what he had to say.
“This last bit? It isn’t for you, Tiger Mask. It’s for all of those who doubted me. It’s for all of those who blocked me on social media, or wrote me off because I spoiled a movie.”
Taking the 4CW championship, he lifted it up beside him as he looked over at it and then back at the camera. There was no smirk, no gloating look only the same determination he had shown to win the title in the first place.
“Now? I am what you wish to be. Now? I cusp the wrestling world in the palm of my hand. Now? I am the most talked about, the most watched and I am a part of the most consistent company wrestling has seen in 10 years. And guess what? I’m not going ANYWHERE! And if any of you, ANY of you want to throw hands about it? I’ll be sitting atop 4CW on my throne, and any of you who have the nuts can come and try and shut me up and stop me, because I’m not getting baited out anymore to waste my fucking time.”
Finally, he lowered the title before he opened up the sports coat he wore and tossed it around his waist and then spun it around to the gold was facing forward.
“Tiger Mask Red. Win or lose, you can add this to your list of accomplishments. You can go back and fact check me, I’m not the type of dude who will say one thing and then immediately do the opposite. I said I was coming back to 4CW to win a title. I did. I said when I left 4CW I would go find success elsewhere before I came back. I did. I said I would find success when GIW closed. I did. Whatever I’ve said I was going to do in wrestling, I’ve done. This will be the last time you see Bronxy V on the independents or any other company.”
Nodding, Bronx winked.
“Use this time well, Tiger Mask Red.”
“I used to wear this mask, Tiger. I used to wear it as a joke. You see, once upon a time I couldn’t beat a man named Jason Cashe. Now, obviously circumstances have changed. I thought it would be funny to dawn a luchadore mark and then call myself EL BIZCHOCO. You may have seen that name tossed around here or there as a joke. I tried to join ECWF as El Bizchoco. I used to wrestle hardcore matches at El Bizchoco. I always thought it was funny—always thought it was cute to throw on the mask and act like a luchdore, but then I saw you in action.”
“You see, a long time ago Tiger Mask. I would have taken this match as a joke. I would have thrown on this mask and I would have made ridiculous noises. I think the last time I wore this mask—and this sounds like a joke, but I’m pretty sure I went to the place where Tony Stewart murdered Kevin Ward in cold blood with a race car. I channeled his ghost and put on this mask. I yelled some nonsense. I tried to get into the head of my opponents. For a long time, Tiger Mask I thought that would intimidate people. I thought that if they took me as a joke. I could lure them in and beat them. I didn’t like my results then. I didn’t like how I was perceived and I changed my ways, why? Because I saw how you fought Tiger Mask. I saw the respect you got. I saw people putting you over. So I put the mask up for good.”
Bronx looked over at the mask, he pulled it up onto his hand and he looked down into it. The mask stood for so much more than just a phase he went through. That part of him was long gone. Now he had a company to carry, the game had changed and he had finally “grown up.”
“And I’m happy where I am now. I don’t feel like the court jester where I am expected to make jokes week after week. I don’t feel like I have to come out juggling and riding a unicycle. I’m not wearing the clown nose anymore. I’m just…. just me. I don’t have to live up to an expectations. And I owe some of that to you, Tiger Mask. You’re a legend. You’re a household name. You’re everything I wanted to be back then. But, as I said. Circumstances have changed.”
Lifting his head, Bronx stepped in front of where the mask sat.
“That… that was then. This match? It’s now. And now, the wrestling world isn’t buzzing about Tiger Mask Red and wherever he is chasing Nurvy too next. They’re talking about Bronx Valescence lighting the wrestling world on fire. They’re talking about Bronx Valescence fending off two 4CW greats in-lieu of a title defense. I got where I wanted to be. I clawed to the top. I have surpassed you, Tiger Mask. I may not be a disciple of the way of lucha. But you go and ask anyone, and they’ll tell you. Some may tell you reluctantly, some may gladly tell you, but they’ll all tell you that I can go with the very best this business has to offer. Tiger Mask, you’re about to find that out first hand.”
Stepping back near the stand, Bronx pulled out a piece of paper and held it up. It was his 4CW Exclusive contract.
“You know what this is, Tiger Mask. I’m done running and chasing people. I’m done doing people like Aidan Collins favors by going on their turf. From now on? If someone wants to face me, they can nut up and come to 4CW. There’s a ton of people I want to face, Tiger Mask. I want to face Gavin Grimes. I want another shot at Deadeye sometime down the line and there’s a ton more. But I came to the conclusion I can’t chase that around like I used to. There’s a company who trusted me enough to put me in a position to win their championship. For that? I am eternally grateful. I thought what better way to go out than with a man they call a legend. The man they call King in a lot of places.”
Bronx sat the paper back down on the table.
“Make no mistake about it. This may be a dream match for some but I am not coming into this match to earn your respect. I’m not coming into this match expecting a loss. I am the goddamn 4CW Champion, and while i respect the ways of the luchdore. It doesn’t mean I’m just going to come in here and lay down because it’s my last match outside of 4CW. I owe you something, Tiger Mask. I owe you for stealing something from you that you probably have no idea that you stole.”
A small smile crossed his lips.
“Less than a month ago, Aidan Collins goaded me into a match in GOL—a place I always wanted to work I might add. I knew I outclassed him in every way and so did he because as soon as the bell rang he took off running back to Lacey Allen’s dress to hide underneath. You were there, Tiger Mask. You may have thought you were there for me, I don’t know. What I saw is you trying to steal my spotlight.”
Bronx looked a bit more menacing than before.
“YOU did all the work Tiger Mask. YOU laid him in the ring for me. YOU gave Aidan Collins an out I didn’t want to give him. Now? He can just pop right back up and talk about how I didn’t do a thing to him and if it weren’t for YOU I would have won. For a man who lives by the code of the luchadore it doesn’t seem to honorable, right? But what do I know?! That’s why this match isn’t about what you think it is. That’s why this match isn’t about honor and respect. I need to put you down to prove not only that I was the better man against Aidan Collins, but I need to put you down to prove that I didn’t need you to help me out.”
Taking a moment, Bronx soaked it all in for he knew that this would be the last time random eyes would be on it. After this, you would have to tune into 4CW to see what he had to say.
“This last bit? It isn’t for you, Tiger Mask. It’s for all of those who doubted me. It’s for all of those who blocked me on social media, or wrote me off because I spoiled a movie.”
Taking the 4CW championship, he lifted it up beside him as he looked over at it and then back at the camera. There was no smirk, no gloating look only the same determination he had shown to win the title in the first place.
“Now? I am what you wish to be. Now? I cusp the wrestling world in the palm of my hand. Now? I am the most talked about, the most watched and I am a part of the most consistent company wrestling has seen in 10 years. And guess what? I’m not going ANYWHERE! And if any of you, ANY of you want to throw hands about it? I’ll be sitting atop 4CW on my throne, and any of you who have the nuts can come and try and shut me up and stop me, because I’m not getting baited out anymore to waste my fucking time.”
Finally, he lowered the title before he opened up the sports coat he wore and tossed it around his waist and then spun it around to the gold was facing forward.
“Tiger Mask Red. Win or lose, you can add this to your list of accomplishments. You can go back and fact check me, I’m not the type of dude who will say one thing and then immediately do the opposite. I said I was coming back to 4CW to win a title. I did. I said when I left 4CW I would go find success elsewhere before I came back. I did. I said I would find success when GIW closed. I did. Whatever I’ve said I was going to do in wrestling, I’ve done. This will be the last time you see Bronxy V on the independents or any other company.”
Nodding, Bronx winked.
“Use this time well, Tiger Mask Red.”