The Stars (NLW RP: Ascendency XIX)
Jul 28, 2021 0:12:40 GMT -5
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Post by Thespian on Jul 28, 2021 0:12:40 GMT -5
Hysterical strength. A display of superhuman strength by a person in desperate times, often life-or-death, to save themselves or a loved one.
Was I in a life-or-death situation? Who knows. What I do know, is that I should not have nailed Mr. Killing’s with his signature suplex driver.
Maybe it was hysterics. I couldn’t help but laugh myself insane at that moment. The man beat me half to death in the ring… and I ruined his debut for my own, with his own move.
Maybe this gimmick can work out. Though… might need hysterical luck instead of strength against my next opponent. Speaking of which… I’m keeping my poor cameraman waiting.
The Thespian is found, once again, sitting in a basic wooden chair of a hotel close to the Louisiana-based arena. His face, still covered in the white, spandex skinsuit, glances towards the camera. His hands raise up, and he begins to sign into it as his ever-faithful interpreter translates it for those who cannot understand his message on their own:
“Betsy Granger!
Welcome to the NLW! It looks like I was chosen to be your debut opponent! And I’ve done my research on you, miss Prestige Champion.
The final World Champion of the Ascension Wrestling League! A former network champion in the form of the XHF Phoenix Championship!
I have to say, I am a little anxious to face someone so recently decorated, where I only have my first win in four years to my name! Though, as I’ve told Mr. Killings, I was a former multi-time champion in a past life. Sadly, I will admit that the big one had always escaped me.
Always a mid-card darling and never a main event superstar. The one time I won something remotely close to a World Championship… it was from a dying company filled with misfits and weirdos befitting a circus more than a wrestling ring. You could call me a ringmaster, or the Best of the Worst!
But look at you. I simply can’t call you the same as me. Your company was prestigious and well-loved by the world over. A standing ovation for your grand finale instead of the hellfire mine went into.
But, that is where the pleasantries must end, I’m afraid.
Because you’re in my circus now, and you are going to dance my dance of brutality.
You know, it was someone like you who ruined me; a pretty young blonde with a lot of zest in her. She is the reason I am the way I am right now. A broken, hiding mute. And one day, I’ll break her, too, but, for now, you will serve as catharsis.
There will be no mercy for you in that ring. The moment the bell rings is the moment that anxiety melts away. Only difference for me, this time, is that instead of hulking bodyguard I can barely lift, I will have a dainty lady that I’m going to twist into a goddamned pretzel. Don’t believe me? Watch me.”
The Thespian stands himself up from his chair and begins to move it off to the side. He then crouches down before the camera and covers his skinsuit-covered face with his gloves… showing off the same Laughing and Crying masks that E. Legal saw before his end. He tilts his head to the side for a moment before standing up once more… and he turns around.
With a decent amount of flexibility, and an ounce of tenacity, the masked man suddenly bends backwards from his standing position and lands himself on his left hand alone. With his right, he finishes his promo as his interpreter speaks his final message to his opponent.
“Tuez les Etoiles... What a lovely submission to have here… translated, it means… Kill the Stars… Well, Miss Granger, I think I’ll do just that, starting with you. See you soon.”
Theo gives it a moment for his interpreter-turned-cameraman to give him the “okay”... before he collapses in a heap. Despite his ability to match Betsy’s finishing flexibility… it is not something he’s well experienced at doing, especially so fast… or one-handed. He lets out a pained groan… however, it comes out guttural. A just-as-ugly cough follows that before he signs upside down towards his interpreter:
NEW-VIDEO.
“Another already, sir? How come.”
BELT-FIGHT.
N-L-W-HEAVY-WEIGHT-CHAMPION.
F-I-N-N-W-H-E-L-A-N
The interpreter blinks in shock for a moment… but as he’s on the clock right now, he simply does as he is asked. He sets up for another recording as Theo takes a seat once more...
Was I in a life-or-death situation? Who knows. What I do know, is that I should not have nailed Mr. Killing’s with his signature suplex driver.
Maybe it was hysterics. I couldn’t help but laugh myself insane at that moment. The man beat me half to death in the ring… and I ruined his debut for my own, with his own move.
Maybe this gimmick can work out. Though… might need hysterical luck instead of strength against my next opponent. Speaking of which… I’m keeping my poor cameraman waiting.
The Thespian is found, once again, sitting in a basic wooden chair of a hotel close to the Louisiana-based arena. His face, still covered in the white, spandex skinsuit, glances towards the camera. His hands raise up, and he begins to sign into it as his ever-faithful interpreter translates it for those who cannot understand his message on their own:
“Betsy Granger!
Welcome to the NLW! It looks like I was chosen to be your debut opponent! And I’ve done my research on you, miss Prestige Champion.
The final World Champion of the Ascension Wrestling League! A former network champion in the form of the XHF Phoenix Championship!
I have to say, I am a little anxious to face someone so recently decorated, where I only have my first win in four years to my name! Though, as I’ve told Mr. Killings, I was a former multi-time champion in a past life. Sadly, I will admit that the big one had always escaped me.
Always a mid-card darling and never a main event superstar. The one time I won something remotely close to a World Championship… it was from a dying company filled with misfits and weirdos befitting a circus more than a wrestling ring. You could call me a ringmaster, or the Best of the Worst!
But look at you. I simply can’t call you the same as me. Your company was prestigious and well-loved by the world over. A standing ovation for your grand finale instead of the hellfire mine went into.
But, that is where the pleasantries must end, I’m afraid.
Because you’re in my circus now, and you are going to dance my dance of brutality.
You know, it was someone like you who ruined me; a pretty young blonde with a lot of zest in her. She is the reason I am the way I am right now. A broken, hiding mute. And one day, I’ll break her, too, but, for now, you will serve as catharsis.
There will be no mercy for you in that ring. The moment the bell rings is the moment that anxiety melts away. Only difference for me, this time, is that instead of hulking bodyguard I can barely lift, I will have a dainty lady that I’m going to twist into a goddamned pretzel. Don’t believe me? Watch me.”
The Thespian stands himself up from his chair and begins to move it off to the side. He then crouches down before the camera and covers his skinsuit-covered face with his gloves… showing off the same Laughing and Crying masks that E. Legal saw before his end. He tilts his head to the side for a moment before standing up once more… and he turns around.
With a decent amount of flexibility, and an ounce of tenacity, the masked man suddenly bends backwards from his standing position and lands himself on his left hand alone. With his right, he finishes his promo as his interpreter speaks his final message to his opponent.
“Tuez les Etoiles... What a lovely submission to have here… translated, it means… Kill the Stars… Well, Miss Granger, I think I’ll do just that, starting with you. See you soon.”
Theo gives it a moment for his interpreter-turned-cameraman to give him the “okay”... before he collapses in a heap. Despite his ability to match Betsy’s finishing flexibility… it is not something he’s well experienced at doing, especially so fast… or one-handed. He lets out a pained groan… however, it comes out guttural. A just-as-ugly cough follows that before he signs upside down towards his interpreter:
NEW-VIDEO.
“Another already, sir? How come.”
BELT-FIGHT.
N-L-W-HEAVY-WEIGHT-CHAMPION.
F-I-N-N-W-H-E-L-A-N
The interpreter blinks in shock for a moment… but as he’s on the clock right now, he simply does as he is asked. He sets up for another recording as Theo takes a seat once more...