Post by leonvanzandt on Feb 28, 2021 21:36:52 GMT -5
A litany of unintelligible speech, most likely profane in nature, fills our speakers.
Cold open.
Leon Van Zandt greets us, head bowed and fists balls in anger. Chances are he greeted us with a barrage of Flemish curse words.
“I let my focus go off my surroundings. I was held back as John Cavanaugh scored the deciding pin fall, and I have been deprived of my chance to win NPW championship gold. I have spent the past two weeks stewing in my frustration at letting myself be taken for a fool so easily, and now I will come back to Mississauga set on venting that frustration out on the Church of Oblivion.
“But I will not be going into that ring alone… and I wonder whether or not that is truly a blessing or a bane.”
The Professional snaps his head up, meeting us at eye level.
“The New Untouchables.
“I have a passing familiarity with their predecessors; several colleagues of mine have wrestled against them in other companies, and have commented on both their in-ring abilities and their cunning. Of course, that was the previous iteration of the Untouchables, and while this new crop has recognizable talent, they do seem a bit…”
Leon shakes his head and raises a brow.
“...naïve?
“I have known the possibility of teaming with others would always be present, despite not being well-versed in that form of wrestling, but I have to question the rationale of pairing me with these… weirdos.”
Van Zandt blinks and says that last word with some consternation. Not so much disgust, but confusion.
“I have confidence their skill in aerial wrestling will be a complement to my offense on the ground. I understand Gus Arnold is treating this match as a testing ground for the XHF Trios championship tournament in the near future, so I certainly have reason to treat this match with the utmost importance.
“Jeff… Lee… let’s show the Church of Oblivion our might as a unit, and take the XHF by storm, yes?”
A grin.
Cut.
Cold open.
Leon Van Zandt greets us, head bowed and fists balls in anger. Chances are he greeted us with a barrage of Flemish curse words.
“I let my focus go off my surroundings. I was held back as John Cavanaugh scored the deciding pin fall, and I have been deprived of my chance to win NPW championship gold. I have spent the past two weeks stewing in my frustration at letting myself be taken for a fool so easily, and now I will come back to Mississauga set on venting that frustration out on the Church of Oblivion.
“But I will not be going into that ring alone… and I wonder whether or not that is truly a blessing or a bane.”
The Professional snaps his head up, meeting us at eye level.
“The New Untouchables.
“I have a passing familiarity with their predecessors; several colleagues of mine have wrestled against them in other companies, and have commented on both their in-ring abilities and their cunning. Of course, that was the previous iteration of the Untouchables, and while this new crop has recognizable talent, they do seem a bit…”
Leon shakes his head and raises a brow.
“...naïve?
“I have known the possibility of teaming with others would always be present, despite not being well-versed in that form of wrestling, but I have to question the rationale of pairing me with these… weirdos.”
Van Zandt blinks and says that last word with some consternation. Not so much disgust, but confusion.
“I have confidence their skill in aerial wrestling will be a complement to my offense on the ground. I understand Gus Arnold is treating this match as a testing ground for the XHF Trios championship tournament in the near future, so I certainly have reason to treat this match with the utmost importance.
“Jeff… Lee… let’s show the Church of Oblivion our might as a unit, and take the XHF by storm, yes?”
A grin.
Cut.