The hardest working team in show business…
Feb 20, 2023 2:50:39 GMT -5
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Landing in Seattle on a red eye from Chile, he’d complete his obligation in phase one of Conquest and Wrestle:UK’s talent exchange program, then simply rejoin the Conquest tour in Caracas. Easy peasy.
Re-fastening the chin strap on his brightly accented, green pterodactyl themed mask, Pequeno Dinosaurio disembarks the plane genuinely happy to have taken the booking.
He’d take in the sights, try to end his cold streak via Tinder without Jack finding out, grab a proper cheeseburger, gain some notoriety for Conquest via his performance in the Tagteam Gauntlet and be on his way back to South America before he knew it.
Turning on the camera on his green cased iPhone to record himself, he can’t wait to get to work even if it meant recording right in the middle of SEATAC airport.
“Hola amigos! Pequeno Dinosaurio here live in Seattle, we’re here at…wow four seventeen in the morning all the way from Chile for Wrestle:UK’s Legacy show!”
All smiles despite the long flights that had brought the high-spirited Tagteam to their destination, Dinosaurio was one of a kind.
Infectiously positive, he often times found the good in any situation, a trait he inherited from his late mother.
Passersby walk around and some stop to stare at the excited second generation luchador as he just can’t contain himself. “This is quite an opportunity, there are a lot of great teams in this thing, but one sticks out for sure. The champions. You see, my father Tiranosaurio once wrestled Rob Riot to an hour draw in front of a packed crowd in Mexico City. I was in the front row cheering father on, now there’s a fair chance I will face him too.”
In fact this might be the only chance he’d get based on their booking schedules. Dinosaurio was busy with Conquest and The Bastards with Wrestle:UK, it was also no secret Rob Riot and company were closer to the end of their careers than the beginning.
So, of course the Champions were to be targeted. However, of the teams in the gauntlet, several of them actually stuck out from Bear-O-Dactyl’s time on the XHF Network. Though, since leaving XHF he’d admit to not following any of the teams anymore, but that did little to dampen his excitement.
Being as Conquest Wrestling Federation was new and still getting established, there was no Tagteam division established as of yet, but that didn’t mean that their reputation hadn’t preceded them…well, sort of.
These ‘Darkstars’ were clearly delusional, believing they’d scored a win over the high flying duo in ‘the place that shall not be named’ when, in fact, they left <Redacted> when their owner sided with a shady friend rather than reason.
Flying off on a tangent, he went on to create a doomed network of his own out of spite. An endeavour they had no part in.
Crashing into the feed through Dinosaurio’s right, the camera jostles and shakes. When things stabilize, a genuinely confused Union Jack interrupts. “We’ll get to the rest of you, but these Dark Starfish or whatever anus euphemism you guys have named yourselves after…”
Glancing to Dinosaurio and reviving a nod for his consideration, if the Darkstars were going to bring up NPW, then they might as well tell their side.
“Look lads, we saw the writing on the wall about ‘the place that shall not be named’ long before everyone else. We came, we partied, we left. Zero matches. And because CTE and alcohol are real things, I even checked their grainy ass footage from their dark days just before the collapse and still nothing. So that tells me you two are so fookin’ delusional, you don’t even know your own careers. Get a head scan lads, it’s for your own good. I mean, it’s either that or people were so petty they dressed people up as us just to get one over on us…and well, that’s just sad isn’t it?”
With that addressed, Union Jack is all smiles again, “No we’re here for one reason only, competition mates! We’re looking to show the world that Conquest Wrestling Federation has some of the best talent on the planet and we’re willing to put that up against anyone…anyone!”
Nodding along, Dinosaurio was definitely in agreement with his friend and partner. “Si, that sounds more like something that SWAT would have done…book a team AFTER they leave just to make them look bad. I think your memory ese, it needs a refresh. If we meet you in this gauntlet I promise you two cabrons that you won’t like how you fare against the real deal.”
Putting his arm around his partner, Union Jack is beaming as he starts. “That brings us to everybody else, now ol’ Jackie here ain’t going to stand here and say we’re the best Tagteam in the world, but if we aren’t then I haven’t met them yet!” Boisterous and confident, Jack is just getting started. “We’re original, we’re as technical as anyone out there and you’ll never catch us ‘borrowing’ from others like some of these other teams! We’re Bear-O-Dactyl, an original. Not some knock off repainted and rebranded just to take the fans’ money. Every last one of these teams is going to come out here and tell you they’re the best. Only one is willing to put in the work to fookin’ prove it. Us!”
And with that, Union Jack is off like a prom dress to collect his luggage leaving the Green Knight of wrestling alone to say goodbye.
“That’s right amigo! Bear-O-Dactyl, the hardest working team in wrestling is coming to Wrestle:UK looking to show everyone why we’re in high demand these days! CWF, Wrestle:UK, TPW, LWA…we’re going to show the world we’re the best, not just say it!”
The last thing we see is a smiling Dinosaurio as he turns the camera off crushing the feed into black void. Bear-O-Dactyl was literally ready to take in the entire Wrestle:UK roster, but was Wrestle:UK ready for Bear-O-Dactyl?!
Re-fastening the chin strap on his brightly accented, green pterodactyl themed mask, Pequeno Dinosaurio disembarks the plane genuinely happy to have taken the booking.
He’d take in the sights, try to end his cold streak via Tinder without Jack finding out, grab a proper cheeseburger, gain some notoriety for Conquest via his performance in the Tagteam Gauntlet and be on his way back to South America before he knew it.
Turning on the camera on his green cased iPhone to record himself, he can’t wait to get to work even if it meant recording right in the middle of SEATAC airport.
“Hola amigos! Pequeno Dinosaurio here live in Seattle, we’re here at…wow four seventeen in the morning all the way from Chile for Wrestle:UK’s Legacy show!”
All smiles despite the long flights that had brought the high-spirited Tagteam to their destination, Dinosaurio was one of a kind.
Infectiously positive, he often times found the good in any situation, a trait he inherited from his late mother.
Passersby walk around and some stop to stare at the excited second generation luchador as he just can’t contain himself. “This is quite an opportunity, there are a lot of great teams in this thing, but one sticks out for sure. The champions. You see, my father Tiranosaurio once wrestled Rob Riot to an hour draw in front of a packed crowd in Mexico City. I was in the front row cheering father on, now there’s a fair chance I will face him too.”
In fact this might be the only chance he’d get based on their booking schedules. Dinosaurio was busy with Conquest and The Bastards with Wrestle:UK, it was also no secret Rob Riot and company were closer to the end of their careers than the beginning.
So, of course the Champions were to be targeted. However, of the teams in the gauntlet, several of them actually stuck out from Bear-O-Dactyl’s time on the XHF Network. Though, since leaving XHF he’d admit to not following any of the teams anymore, but that did little to dampen his excitement.
Being as Conquest Wrestling Federation was new and still getting established, there was no Tagteam division established as of yet, but that didn’t mean that their reputation hadn’t preceded them…well, sort of.
These ‘Darkstars’ were clearly delusional, believing they’d scored a win over the high flying duo in ‘the place that shall not be named’ when, in fact, they left <Redacted> when their owner sided with a shady friend rather than reason.
Flying off on a tangent, he went on to create a doomed network of his own out of spite. An endeavour they had no part in.
Crashing into the feed through Dinosaurio’s right, the camera jostles and shakes. When things stabilize, a genuinely confused Union Jack interrupts. “We’ll get to the rest of you, but these Dark Starfish or whatever anus euphemism you guys have named yourselves after…”
Glancing to Dinosaurio and reviving a nod for his consideration, if the Darkstars were going to bring up NPW, then they might as well tell their side.
“Look lads, we saw the writing on the wall about ‘the place that shall not be named’ long before everyone else. We came, we partied, we left. Zero matches. And because CTE and alcohol are real things, I even checked their grainy ass footage from their dark days just before the collapse and still nothing. So that tells me you two are so fookin’ delusional, you don’t even know your own careers. Get a head scan lads, it’s for your own good. I mean, it’s either that or people were so petty they dressed people up as us just to get one over on us…and well, that’s just sad isn’t it?”
With that addressed, Union Jack is all smiles again, “No we’re here for one reason only, competition mates! We’re looking to show the world that Conquest Wrestling Federation has some of the best talent on the planet and we’re willing to put that up against anyone…anyone!”
Nodding along, Dinosaurio was definitely in agreement with his friend and partner. “Si, that sounds more like something that SWAT would have done…book a team AFTER they leave just to make them look bad. I think your memory ese, it needs a refresh. If we meet you in this gauntlet I promise you two cabrons that you won’t like how you fare against the real deal.”
Putting his arm around his partner, Union Jack is beaming as he starts. “That brings us to everybody else, now ol’ Jackie here ain’t going to stand here and say we’re the best Tagteam in the world, but if we aren’t then I haven’t met them yet!” Boisterous and confident, Jack is just getting started. “We’re original, we’re as technical as anyone out there and you’ll never catch us ‘borrowing’ from others like some of these other teams! We’re Bear-O-Dactyl, an original. Not some knock off repainted and rebranded just to take the fans’ money. Every last one of these teams is going to come out here and tell you they’re the best. Only one is willing to put in the work to fookin’ prove it. Us!”
And with that, Union Jack is off like a prom dress to collect his luggage leaving the Green Knight of wrestling alone to say goodbye.
“That’s right amigo! Bear-O-Dactyl, the hardest working team in wrestling is coming to Wrestle:UK looking to show everyone why we’re in high demand these days! CWF, Wrestle:UK, TPW, LWA…we’re going to show the world we’re the best, not just say it!”
The last thing we see is a smiling Dinosaurio as he turns the camera off crushing the feed into black void. Bear-O-Dactyl was literally ready to take in the entire Wrestle:UK roster, but was Wrestle:UK ready for Bear-O-Dactyl?!