Post by Venom 🕷 on May 26, 2021 21:38:37 GMT -5
Mine!
We open up on El Rey. It is dark with a single light shone upon the teenager. He sits in the middle of the NLW training ring with his legs crossed crossed. Next to him lays the dented up folding chair he used to defeat Dylan Black. He is shaking his head.
You exclaim “mine” about your championship belt, but call me the immature child. It is funny, really it is. I know you want to keep your toys all to yourself and you do not want to share, but unfortunately you are not an only child and this is not your moms beat up insect ridden apartment so you are going to have no choice but to share.
El Rey chortles as his own joke before continuing.
But maybe that is why you are so over protective of that. You grew up having to share everything even your dry top ramen and you came here as a part of a tag team with your brother where if NLW had them you would have to share a set of belts with him. Now, though, you have that shiny belt and it is all your own. For the first time you have something you can have all to yourself. I get it now. I too have a brother, but maybe you know that since you crossed paths with my dad in the past right? Which I could care less about. It is not like I can just call my dead dad up and say “hey, can you tell me about this guy I am facing that you might know.” Do not worry, my feelings are not hurt that you brought up my dead dad. I know you probably wanted them to be. Probably wanted me to go on a rant about my dead daddy and all my daddy issues, but it is not happening today, sorry about it.
El Rey shrugs and reaches over and starts caressing his friend the chair.
What does upset me, though, is that you seem to be looking past me. You are far more worried about Baker than you are about me. I get it, he sneak attacked you, but he does not have the skill set that I do. Yeah, he is a monster. He is a beast. This match, though, it is not built for beasts, it is built for me. You also seem to be more worried about Beau. Again, I get it. He is one half of the other tag team here in NLW, but again he is not me. This match, it is made for me and all you think you are going to do about me is use me as a weapon?
El Rey shakes his head in disgust.
That is fine. Underestimate me. Everyone in this match is doing the same. I, though, am not underestimating anyone. I have studied each contestant in this match, and their partners. That is right, I know what this match is, and I know that your partners could easily get involved. That is why I am not going down their alone. No, I am not bringing my mentor Scorpion, he would break a hip. I am bringing my trusty friend right here, Mr. Steel folding chair.
El Rey lifts up the chair laying next to him and holds it close to his body.
That is right. I know this is no disqualification and I will be ready. This will be my equalizer if David’s brother wants to get involved or even if Beau’s manager or tag team partner want to get involved. Outside that ring I would never lay a hand on a woman, but inside that ring anything goes so I will not hesitate to slam my friend here across Jolene’s face and I sure will not hesitate to blast Shivani either, even if she is kind of cute. That does not matter, though, because cute or not I will not let a single person get in my way, and my friend the chair will make sure I overcome any obstacles that step in my way. I do not care if you are bigger than me or smaller that me my friend and I will make you all the same size as you lay on the mat while I place the Championship high above the ring and claim in for my own. It is my time now, and nothing will stand in my way.
We fade as El Rey smirks holding the steel chair close to him.
We open up on El Rey. It is dark with a single light shone upon the teenager. He sits in the middle of the NLW training ring with his legs crossed crossed. Next to him lays the dented up folding chair he used to defeat Dylan Black. He is shaking his head.
You exclaim “mine” about your championship belt, but call me the immature child. It is funny, really it is. I know you want to keep your toys all to yourself and you do not want to share, but unfortunately you are not an only child and this is not your moms beat up insect ridden apartment so you are going to have no choice but to share.
El Rey chortles as his own joke before continuing.
But maybe that is why you are so over protective of that. You grew up having to share everything even your dry top ramen and you came here as a part of a tag team with your brother where if NLW had them you would have to share a set of belts with him. Now, though, you have that shiny belt and it is all your own. For the first time you have something you can have all to yourself. I get it now. I too have a brother, but maybe you know that since you crossed paths with my dad in the past right? Which I could care less about. It is not like I can just call my dead dad up and say “hey, can you tell me about this guy I am facing that you might know.” Do not worry, my feelings are not hurt that you brought up my dead dad. I know you probably wanted them to be. Probably wanted me to go on a rant about my dead daddy and all my daddy issues, but it is not happening today, sorry about it.
El Rey shrugs and reaches over and starts caressing his friend the chair.
What does upset me, though, is that you seem to be looking past me. You are far more worried about Baker than you are about me. I get it, he sneak attacked you, but he does not have the skill set that I do. Yeah, he is a monster. He is a beast. This match, though, it is not built for beasts, it is built for me. You also seem to be more worried about Beau. Again, I get it. He is one half of the other tag team here in NLW, but again he is not me. This match, it is made for me and all you think you are going to do about me is use me as a weapon?
El Rey shakes his head in disgust.
That is fine. Underestimate me. Everyone in this match is doing the same. I, though, am not underestimating anyone. I have studied each contestant in this match, and their partners. That is right, I know what this match is, and I know that your partners could easily get involved. That is why I am not going down their alone. No, I am not bringing my mentor Scorpion, he would break a hip. I am bringing my trusty friend right here, Mr. Steel folding chair.
El Rey lifts up the chair laying next to him and holds it close to his body.
That is right. I know this is no disqualification and I will be ready. This will be my equalizer if David’s brother wants to get involved or even if Beau’s manager or tag team partner want to get involved. Outside that ring I would never lay a hand on a woman, but inside that ring anything goes so I will not hesitate to slam my friend here across Jolene’s face and I sure will not hesitate to blast Shivani either, even if she is kind of cute. That does not matter, though, because cute or not I will not let a single person get in my way, and my friend the chair will make sure I overcome any obstacles that step in my way. I do not care if you are bigger than me or smaller that me my friend and I will make you all the same size as you lay on the mat while I place the Championship high above the ring and claim in for my own. It is my time now, and nothing will stand in my way.
We fade as El Rey smirks holding the steel chair close to him.
