Post by Venom 🕷 on Feb 3, 2022 16:43:48 GMT -5
We open up on El Rey sitting in a lone chair in the middle of a different room. Behind him on the walls are mirrors about three feet or so a part. The spaces between the mirrors and on the walls above them hang all different styles of hats. From off camera walks a man who stands for a long while next to the young X*Crown Champion examining his head. He reaches off camera and pulls a paper measuring tape and wraps it around the champion’s head. He examines closely and then removes the measuring tape and pulls out a note pad from his back pocket and writes down the measurement. He holds up one finger to the champion and then walks off camera.
El Rey: I’m having the best week of my life. I walked into one of the biggest events of the year as the most inexperienced wrestler with a long shot chance to knock off a two time champion. I had a terrifying clown, a sociopath, a self-proclaimed super villain, and of course the two-time champion in my way. If I cared to check I am sure Vegas had me as the odds on underdog here. Yet here I am, your new and youngest X*Crown Champion. The king ruling over 22 dead federations.
The young champion smiles as he looks around at all of the different hats hanging on the wall around the room.
El Rey: But the high of winning can only last so long. If I could bottle that feeling and take a swig every morning I would, but alas I have to get that feeling elsewhere, and the only way I can get that again is by successfully defending my crown. My first opportunity to regain that high is in a couple weeks against that supposed super villain.
El Rey rolls his eyes.
El Rey: Do you really think you deserve a second chance to win my Crown Dominicus? Do you really think you are worthy of facing me one-on-one? Maybe you do. Maybe you really believe that you are the dark lord. Maybe you really think you’re destined to rise to the top. Maybe you really buy into the fact that what you did in Canada matters. Maybe you really think that on my turf, under my rules, that you can defeat me and take my Crown. You can’t though Dominicus, because I won’t let you.
El Rey pounds his chest as he says the last sentence. He stares boldly into the camera before breaking with a smile.
El Rey: Speaking of on my terms, what are my terms? What kind of torture do I want to put you through? Should I think of something even more deadly and sadistic than what we just went through? Should I put you at some sort of disadvantage? I thought about it long and hard. I took advice from Magnus, Uncle James, and even my mother. In the end I didn’t really need any input, I just needed to sleep on it. So after a good night’s sleep woke up the next afternoon and I knew exactly what to choose. Something so brilliant that your mind wouldn’t be able to comprehend if I told you, which is why I’m not telling you until the match begins.
El Rey lets out a nice long laugh.
El Rey: So prepare Dominicus. Prepare for any and everything. Be ready as best as you can, but know this, there’s nothing you can do to prepare for what I have in store for you. I’m younger, faster, and probably stronger too. You couldn’t overcome me at Supremacy and you won’t be able to at the GUNS Valentine’s Day exhibition either. You have no chance Dominicus, and when I’ve finished with you I’ll be dancing on your grave.
El Rey smirks into the camera as the man walks back from off the screen. He produces a brilliant golden crown. The front of the Crown appears to be made out of the side plates of the BDDWF Ultimate Championship. On top is bright red fabric framed out by more brilliant gold. He slowly places it on the top of the head of the champion.
Hat Maker: How does it fit?
El Rey reaches up and adjusts it slightly.
El Rey: Like a glove.
Hat Maker: Take a look in the mirror and let me know if it is what you wanted.
El Rey smiles and walks to one of the many mirrors. He leans in closer to the mirror and examines the crown. He turns his head slightly in each direction before turning back and looking at the man and smiling.
El Rey: This is exactly what I was looking for.
We zoom in on El Rey’s smiling face. The gold on the crown has been shined to perfection and we catch a glimmer off of the crown before we fade.
El Rey: I’m having the best week of my life. I walked into one of the biggest events of the year as the most inexperienced wrestler with a long shot chance to knock off a two time champion. I had a terrifying clown, a sociopath, a self-proclaimed super villain, and of course the two-time champion in my way. If I cared to check I am sure Vegas had me as the odds on underdog here. Yet here I am, your new and youngest X*Crown Champion. The king ruling over 22 dead federations.
The young champion smiles as he looks around at all of the different hats hanging on the wall around the room.
El Rey: But the high of winning can only last so long. If I could bottle that feeling and take a swig every morning I would, but alas I have to get that feeling elsewhere, and the only way I can get that again is by successfully defending my crown. My first opportunity to regain that high is in a couple weeks against that supposed super villain.
El Rey rolls his eyes.
El Rey: Do you really think you deserve a second chance to win my Crown Dominicus? Do you really think you are worthy of facing me one-on-one? Maybe you do. Maybe you really believe that you are the dark lord. Maybe you really think you’re destined to rise to the top. Maybe you really buy into the fact that what you did in Canada matters. Maybe you really think that on my turf, under my rules, that you can defeat me and take my Crown. You can’t though Dominicus, because I won’t let you.
El Rey pounds his chest as he says the last sentence. He stares boldly into the camera before breaking with a smile.
El Rey: Speaking of on my terms, what are my terms? What kind of torture do I want to put you through? Should I think of something even more deadly and sadistic than what we just went through? Should I put you at some sort of disadvantage? I thought about it long and hard. I took advice from Magnus, Uncle James, and even my mother. In the end I didn’t really need any input, I just needed to sleep on it. So after a good night’s sleep woke up the next afternoon and I knew exactly what to choose. Something so brilliant that your mind wouldn’t be able to comprehend if I told you, which is why I’m not telling you until the match begins.
El Rey lets out a nice long laugh.
El Rey: So prepare Dominicus. Prepare for any and everything. Be ready as best as you can, but know this, there’s nothing you can do to prepare for what I have in store for you. I’m younger, faster, and probably stronger too. You couldn’t overcome me at Supremacy and you won’t be able to at the GUNS Valentine’s Day exhibition either. You have no chance Dominicus, and when I’ve finished with you I’ll be dancing on your grave.
El Rey smirks into the camera as the man walks back from off the screen. He produces a brilliant golden crown. The front of the Crown appears to be made out of the side plates of the BDDWF Ultimate Championship. On top is bright red fabric framed out by more brilliant gold. He slowly places it on the top of the head of the champion.
Hat Maker: How does it fit?
El Rey reaches up and adjusts it slightly.
El Rey: Like a glove.
Hat Maker: Take a look in the mirror and let me know if it is what you wanted.
El Rey smiles and walks to one of the many mirrors. He leans in closer to the mirror and examines the crown. He turns his head slightly in each direction before turning back and looking at the man and smiling.
El Rey: This is exactly what I was looking for.
We zoom in on El Rey’s smiling face. The gold on the crown has been shined to perfection and we catch a glimmer off of the crown before we fade.