The Carnival King Joins the Battle Royale (FotF 2)
Sept 12, 2021 21:22:17 GMT -5
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Post by freakke on Sept 12, 2021 21:22:17 GMT -5
Day 3 Somewhere in Canada
“I spy with my little eye...something...vertical loggish.”
The camera is pointed at Freakke who is in the passenger seat, taking a break from driving as the camera man takes a turn. The camera man does not respond.
“Dude, it's been three days. Say something. Anything. Recite Shakespeare if ya must but c’mon…”
Freakke looked to his companion. They said nothing.
“Good grief this is an awful road trip. I can’t believe you got us lost like that.”
Freakke turns to their companion again, smirking.
“Oh man...I just thought about it. I’m in the Rumble too. Man. Those are such weird matches. You get so many people all at once, one after the other. I’ve been in some good ones ya know. I mean, the XHF one recently but I think my favorite was this one time over in Japan. King Kaju Royale. What was that? Six years ago? Poor poor Tokyo. That one wasn’t over the rope though. We had to toss each other into the Ocean to eliminate each other. Frigging Giant Cockroach got me and I was this close to being King Kaiju that year.”
The Carnival King sighed and leaned his head back.
“Do we have any more road burgers?”
There was a rustling off camera. Perhaps as if the camera man was reaching into a paper bag. Then, suddenly, a cheap local brand fast food burger was tossed to the wrestler.
“Excellent.”
So, the clown chowed down.
“It’s gonna be interesting. I got the Triple Threat and then this too. What a week its going to be…”
Munch munch munch.
“Sorry if I’m keeping you from home. I know its a rough weekend for it. Did your phone call go through at the last stop?”
A pause.
“OK. That’s understandable. I get that look. Changing topics.”
He took another few chunks out of his burger.
“Back to business. Battle Royale. Fight for the Fallen…”
Freakke finished the burger but took a few moments. He looked like he was going to say something profound but just nodded.
“I think it’s gonna be a good night.”
There was a long few moments of silence.
“I was just out of high school when it happened. Was still making my first few runs jobbing and learning the trade ya know. I think I was in Arizona at the time. I was up early. At the gym. Radio on.”
Freakke checked to make sure his driver was ok with the topic before continuing.
“Back then I was...kind of a dickhead. Overworking myself. Trying to be as focused on the craft as humanly possible. I just stopped. It reminded me of the day my grandfather got the phone call about my parents and my sister. I was on the phone with the old man the moment I could think straight.”
The scenic route was just going by. Deep forest roads.
“I wish I wasn’t such a jag off back then.”
He went quiet.
“I was supposed to be talking about the Royale wasn’t I? Sorry. Just kind of hit me the whole thing. Also...I mean that was twenty years ago today. Just kind of on my mind. I suppose that’s the point.”
He smiled then.
“Well...so. What does that mean for yours truly?”
He blinked then smirked. Now, he was acknowledging the camera.
“Ladies, Gentlemen, Boys, Girls, Steve who lives under the basement stairs and all of our dear beloved Cretins out there, welcome to our second adventurous segment on the way to Fight for the Fallen! We’re still on the road and heading for Halifax. We’re on time to be there the day before so don’t worry. This time, we need to chat about the Battle Royal. Oh yes, we’re pulling double duty for this one. Gotta survive and toss people over on one hand and on the other we’ve got the Triple Threat. We’re going to have some fun in just a few nights.”
The Carnival King is smiling wide.
“I imagine things might get a little hairy but these big matches tend to. So many different people involved it’s hard for it not to devolve into absolute CHAOS. Then again, we do love ourselves some ooky spooky stuff. Speaking of, sometime soon, we’ll have another chat about a certain holiday and my plans for it.”
A wink and a nod as he looks forward. The miles clearly wearing thin on him now as he sees something up ahead and can’t help but grimace. He turns back to the camera and sighs.
“I think its going to be a glorious night folks. I do so hope you join us as Northern Pro Wrestling Fights for the Fallen.”
His smile softens.
“See you there.”
“I spy with my little eye...something...vertical loggish.”
The camera is pointed at Freakke who is in the passenger seat, taking a break from driving as the camera man takes a turn. The camera man does not respond.
“Dude, it's been three days. Say something. Anything. Recite Shakespeare if ya must but c’mon…”
Freakke looked to his companion. They said nothing.
“Good grief this is an awful road trip. I can’t believe you got us lost like that.”
Freakke turns to their companion again, smirking.
“Oh man...I just thought about it. I’m in the Rumble too. Man. Those are such weird matches. You get so many people all at once, one after the other. I’ve been in some good ones ya know. I mean, the XHF one recently but I think my favorite was this one time over in Japan. King Kaju Royale. What was that? Six years ago? Poor poor Tokyo. That one wasn’t over the rope though. We had to toss each other into the Ocean to eliminate each other. Frigging Giant Cockroach got me and I was this close to being King Kaiju that year.”
The Carnival King sighed and leaned his head back.
“Do we have any more road burgers?”
There was a rustling off camera. Perhaps as if the camera man was reaching into a paper bag. Then, suddenly, a cheap local brand fast food burger was tossed to the wrestler.
“Excellent.”
So, the clown chowed down.
“It’s gonna be interesting. I got the Triple Threat and then this too. What a week its going to be…”
Munch munch munch.
“Sorry if I’m keeping you from home. I know its a rough weekend for it. Did your phone call go through at the last stop?”
A pause.
“OK. That’s understandable. I get that look. Changing topics.”
He took another few chunks out of his burger.
“Back to business. Battle Royale. Fight for the Fallen…”
Freakke finished the burger but took a few moments. He looked like he was going to say something profound but just nodded.
“I think it’s gonna be a good night.”
There was a long few moments of silence.
“I was just out of high school when it happened. Was still making my first few runs jobbing and learning the trade ya know. I think I was in Arizona at the time. I was up early. At the gym. Radio on.”
Freakke checked to make sure his driver was ok with the topic before continuing.
“Back then I was...kind of a dickhead. Overworking myself. Trying to be as focused on the craft as humanly possible. I just stopped. It reminded me of the day my grandfather got the phone call about my parents and my sister. I was on the phone with the old man the moment I could think straight.”
The scenic route was just going by. Deep forest roads.
“I wish I wasn’t such a jag off back then.”
He went quiet.
“I was supposed to be talking about the Royale wasn’t I? Sorry. Just kind of hit me the whole thing. Also...I mean that was twenty years ago today. Just kind of on my mind. I suppose that’s the point.”
He smiled then.
“Well...so. What does that mean for yours truly?”
He blinked then smirked. Now, he was acknowledging the camera.
“Ladies, Gentlemen, Boys, Girls, Steve who lives under the basement stairs and all of our dear beloved Cretins out there, welcome to our second adventurous segment on the way to Fight for the Fallen! We’re still on the road and heading for Halifax. We’re on time to be there the day before so don’t worry. This time, we need to chat about the Battle Royal. Oh yes, we’re pulling double duty for this one. Gotta survive and toss people over on one hand and on the other we’ve got the Triple Threat. We’re going to have some fun in just a few nights.”
The Carnival King is smiling wide.
“I imagine things might get a little hairy but these big matches tend to. So many different people involved it’s hard for it not to devolve into absolute CHAOS. Then again, we do love ourselves some ooky spooky stuff. Speaking of, sometime soon, we’ll have another chat about a certain holiday and my plans for it.”
A wink and a nod as he looks forward. The miles clearly wearing thin on him now as he sees something up ahead and can’t help but grimace. He turns back to the camera and sighs.
“I think its going to be a glorious night folks. I do so hope you join us as Northern Pro Wrestling Fights for the Fallen.”
His smile softens.
“See you there.”