Post by La Familia Price on Jan 27, 2022 23:25:13 GMT -5
We open up in the Presidential Suite at the Hyatt Regency in Long Beach CA. David is on the couch channel surfing as Ricardo comes walking in after his work out. He plops down on the other side of the couch and nods towards the briefcase sitting on the coffee table. The same briefcase Dylan Black handed David Goon at Ascendancy XXV
"We's finally going to do dis huh?"
"Shit why not lets see what's inside."
David clicks the TV off and turns the case around, fiddles with the dials a bit.
"666? Really?"
"I'd didn't set it dawg."
Click click the latches spring up and then he lifts the lid the back of the case facing the camera so only they can see in, we see a light glow coming from the case. Then we hear a digitized voice.
Please wait, your video call is connecting.
"Yo this is some extra shit right here oh hey!"
"Hey boys!"
We hear a voice, one that sends a shiver of fear, and anger down Rob Arnolds spine. Those that know, know. Those that don't, will soon figure it out.
"Well this isn't how I expected this to go down, I honestly thought it would be for your first tag team title defense but hey here we are."
"Ya that's my bad, but hey at least lil bro here did good."
"Look at you! My little brother all grown up and NLW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! First in our family to win a world title, I'm so proud of you Gizmo, we all are even pops."
Ric beams.
"Aw shucks thanks sis, but honestly I wouldn't have been able to do it with out chy'all having my back, pushin' me to be the best I can be everydamnday, and ya know, helping to soften up that sucker Leon Chant."
"Shit it was no thang dawg I know you'd do the same for either one of us."
"Hells yeah bro, and honestly? I'm kinda glad it was you Momma's boy and not Junior over there cuz you know his head would have grown bigger than it already is."
They both nod in agreement.
"SO! Has anyone figured it out yet? Did anyone decipher the word game from your last promo?"
"Not a single fucking soul, at least none that have said anything anyways."
"Honestly I don't even know how no one's figured it out yet we've left behind so many hints and trails."
"Shit we down right said it and still no one caught on."
"Well, yall gotta camera there right?"
"Fo'sure."
"Turn me around lets show the people what they missed."
They look at each other nod in agreement and David turns the case around and on the screen we see the one and only Ambassador of Hardcore, JROK's own, and AXW alumni, Darlene Price.
"Surprised to see me? If you fucking marks had half a fucking brain you wouldn't be. For months these two left hints and trails on who they really where. I mean come on, did you REALLY think their last name was Goon!? I mean, don't get me wrong it's a catchy tag team and screen name, but you HONESTLY thought that's who they were? Man yall work with some slow ass mother fuckers I swear. And now? Well now it's too late because yall let a Price get a hold of your world title, and when a Price get's a hold of something, it's never easy to get back, not with out a fight."
"Ya damn right not without a fight, I got it from here sis, bro, thanks."
Ric stands up and starts walking towards the camera, and thanks to some New Money being spent on production the background around him goes black leaving Ric to his own spotlight.
"My name, my SHOOT name, is Ricardo Jesus Price-Rivera, yeah I took my moms name, kiss my ass. I'm a second generation PRO WRESTLER and I am YOUR NLW WORLD CHAMPION! Thing is, I didn't need to use my daddies name to get where I am, I didn't WANT my fathers name to open doors for us as easy as that would have been, naw I went out there as Ricardo GOON and I EARN THIS!"
He raises the NLW World Heavyweight Championship, and then slings it up over his shoulder.
"And don't get it twisted, just because we pulled back the curtain a little bit and let yall fools know who we really were, I will continue to defend this title as Ricardo GOON. So make sure you address me as such. Sir works also."
He pauses and gives a light grin.
"And coming up on January 30th, live right here at the Long Beach Convention center at the XHF Supremacy global event I have to defend this title against not one, but TWO very capable opponents. One that think's he's crazy enough to match my insanity, and one who think's they are technical enough to match my skill level."
He presses his lips together and makes a doubt face as he shakes his head.
"Ill give you credit where credit is due Nathan Cage, you are one crazy son of a bitch no doubt about dat, unpredictable and willing to do whatever it takes to win, problem is Cage, when measuring up to MY level of crazy, well son, you just don't quite meet the height requirement ifyaknowhwhatImean. See for as crazy and wild as you are, I'm just that much more crazy and wild, possibly even a touch insane according to one therapist, who I fired after I may have thrown a couch out her window, butanyways. Your problem Cage is you can't compensate for your short coming's by relying on your technical skill because son, I've seen you in the ring, you've got two left feet, you've made it this far on your fighting sprit, but come Supremacy your going to learn that I'm the brick wall that stops your momentum."
"But you Keahi Sparks, that isnt the same case for you at all is it? Naw shawty here she's got some moves, aint going to lie, packs a wicked punch also. And if I can be real here for a second, I wouldn't have minded giving you a one on one match for this belt, I think it would have been fun going toe to toe with someone ALMOST as skilled as me, almost.
But even you, you Amazonian ass looking bitch, DO NOT MESSURE UP. And you sure as shit aint crazy enough to be on me and Cage's level naw. So sorry aboutcha damn luck girl but this match aint going to be the one for you.
Aint going to be the one for EITHER of you. At Supremacy I PROVE once and for all I am what I say I am, the GOD DAMN BEST PROWRESTLER IN THE WORLD!
All yall two gotta do, is try and prove me wrong."
He leans into the camera.
"I have spoken."
Quick wink and then black.
"We's finally going to do dis huh?"
"Shit why not lets see what's inside."
David clicks the TV off and turns the case around, fiddles with the dials a bit.
"666? Really?"
"I'd didn't set it dawg."
Click click the latches spring up and then he lifts the lid the back of the case facing the camera so only they can see in, we see a light glow coming from the case. Then we hear a digitized voice.
Please wait, your video call is connecting.
"Yo this is some extra shit right here oh hey!"
"Hey boys!"
We hear a voice, one that sends a shiver of fear, and anger down Rob Arnolds spine. Those that know, know. Those that don't, will soon figure it out.
"Well this isn't how I expected this to go down, I honestly thought it would be for your first tag team title defense but hey here we are."
"Ya that's my bad, but hey at least lil bro here did good."
"Look at you! My little brother all grown up and NLW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! First in our family to win a world title, I'm so proud of you Gizmo, we all are even pops."
Ric beams.
"Aw shucks thanks sis, but honestly I wouldn't have been able to do it with out chy'all having my back, pushin' me to be the best I can be everydamnday, and ya know, helping to soften up that sucker Leon Chant."
"Shit it was no thang dawg I know you'd do the same for either one of us."
"Hells yeah bro, and honestly? I'm kinda glad it was you Momma's boy and not Junior over there cuz you know his head would have grown bigger than it already is."
They both nod in agreement.
"SO! Has anyone figured it out yet? Did anyone decipher the word game from your last promo?"
"Not a single fucking soul, at least none that have said anything anyways."
"Honestly I don't even know how no one's figured it out yet we've left behind so many hints and trails."
"Shit we down right said it and still no one caught on."
"Well, yall gotta camera there right?"
"Fo'sure."
"Turn me around lets show the people what they missed."
They look at each other nod in agreement and David turns the case around and on the screen we see the one and only Ambassador of Hardcore, JROK's own, and AXW alumni, Darlene Price.
"Surprised to see me? If you fucking marks had half a fucking brain you wouldn't be. For months these two left hints and trails on who they really where. I mean come on, did you REALLY think their last name was Goon!? I mean, don't get me wrong it's a catchy tag team and screen name, but you HONESTLY thought that's who they were? Man yall work with some slow ass mother fuckers I swear. And now? Well now it's too late because yall let a Price get a hold of your world title, and when a Price get's a hold of something, it's never easy to get back, not with out a fight."
"Ya damn right not without a fight, I got it from here sis, bro, thanks."
Ric stands up and starts walking towards the camera, and thanks to some New Money being spent on production the background around him goes black leaving Ric to his own spotlight.
"My name, my SHOOT name, is Ricardo Jesus Price-Rivera, yeah I took my moms name, kiss my ass. I'm a second generation PRO WRESTLER and I am YOUR NLW WORLD CHAMPION! Thing is, I didn't need to use my daddies name to get where I am, I didn't WANT my fathers name to open doors for us as easy as that would have been, naw I went out there as Ricardo GOON and I EARN THIS!"
He raises the NLW World Heavyweight Championship, and then slings it up over his shoulder.
"And don't get it twisted, just because we pulled back the curtain a little bit and let yall fools know who we really were, I will continue to defend this title as Ricardo GOON. So make sure you address me as such. Sir works also."
He pauses and gives a light grin.
"And coming up on January 30th, live right here at the Long Beach Convention center at the XHF Supremacy global event I have to defend this title against not one, but TWO very capable opponents. One that think's he's crazy enough to match my insanity, and one who think's they are technical enough to match my skill level."
He presses his lips together and makes a doubt face as he shakes his head.
"Ill give you credit where credit is due Nathan Cage, you are one crazy son of a bitch no doubt about dat, unpredictable and willing to do whatever it takes to win, problem is Cage, when measuring up to MY level of crazy, well son, you just don't quite meet the height requirement ifyaknowhwhatImean. See for as crazy and wild as you are, I'm just that much more crazy and wild, possibly even a touch insane according to one therapist, who I fired after I may have thrown a couch out her window, butanyways. Your problem Cage is you can't compensate for your short coming's by relying on your technical skill because son, I've seen you in the ring, you've got two left feet, you've made it this far on your fighting sprit, but come Supremacy your going to learn that I'm the brick wall that stops your momentum."
"But you Keahi Sparks, that isnt the same case for you at all is it? Naw shawty here she's got some moves, aint going to lie, packs a wicked punch also. And if I can be real here for a second, I wouldn't have minded giving you a one on one match for this belt, I think it would have been fun going toe to toe with someone ALMOST as skilled as me, almost.
But even you, you Amazonian ass looking bitch, DO NOT MESSURE UP. And you sure as shit aint crazy enough to be on me and Cage's level naw. So sorry aboutcha damn luck girl but this match aint going to be the one for you.
Aint going to be the one for EITHER of you. At Supremacy I PROVE once and for all I am what I say I am, the GOD DAMN BEST PROWRESTLER IN THE WORLD!
All yall two gotta do, is try and prove me wrong."
He leans into the camera.
"I have spoken."
Quick wink and then black.
