Post by Venom 🕷 on Feb 25, 2023 21:05:26 GMT -5
Inside the office of Venom at GUNS arena we find, shocker, Venom. He’s tapping away at his keyboard unobstructed until his door swings open abruptly and his son El Rey rushes in.
El Rey: What the hell is going on here!?!?
Venom takes a beat and looks his son up and down.
Venom: I’m sure you mean something else, but I’m working here.
El Rey: Of course I mean something else. No one even knows what you do around here. I mean what is this bullshit that Dylan booked me into a Junior Heavyweight Championship match.
Venom raises an eyebrow and then slowly shuts down his computer before turning full attention to his son.
Venom: Oh that. That wasn’t Dylan’s doing. It was mine.
El Rey: What?!?!
Venom: You dodged my gauntlet by weaseling your way into that match and you thought I’d just forget about it? Did you forget about the times I was there during your upbringing?
El Rey: So this is your punishment?
Venom: Something like that.
El Rey: Well the jokes on you. You picked quite possibly the worst member of that joke of a stable. He can’t do anything by himself, and this proves it.
El Rey reaches onto Venom’s desk and picks up a plane ticket and holds it up.
El Rey: The loser can’t even get himself here by himself. You have to fly out to get him. This is going to be a cakewalk. I’ll retain my title and you can move me on in your little gauntlet too.
Venom snatches the ticket out of his sons hand and places it back on the desk.
Venom: I’m sure you’ll do just that.
El Rey: You’re damn right I will… Wait. What?
Venom: You have proven me wrong time-and-time again son. This gauntlet is just a formality now. I already paid these guys so I’ve got no choice but to follow through. But I’ve got no doubt you’ll come out on top.
El Rey: Do you, believe in me?
Venom: I do and always have.
El Rey: No. You’re trying to get in my head. I’ll prove you wrong, or right, or something. Damn it!
El Rey turns on his heels and exits the office slamming the door behind him as he does.
We open on a black background that reads “J-Rok” and “XHF” over and over again. The background is soon broken up as Javier and his client El Combatiente walk on screen. Javier turns to the camera as his client does too and smiles. He’s clearly happy to once again have his meal ticket alongside gim
Javier: It’s great to be back. The tragedy that separated us is behind us, and just in time. This weekend my client defends the Doom Metal Championship that he’s held for so long now.
El Combatiente: Y es hora de que pierda este título. Y lo haré golpeando la cara de mi oponente una y otra vez hasta que tiren la toalla y se conviertan en el campeón perdedor mientras tomo mi lugar correcto encima de esta compañía de botes de basura de una vez por todas.
(And it’s time I lose this title. And I’ll do that by punching the face of my opponent over and over again until they throw in the towel and become the loser champion while I take my rightful place on top of this garbage can company once and for all.)
Javier: Uh, my client says he loves this belt, but it’s time to move on. His client might be a woman, but that will not stop him. Tabby Scratch is a strong opponent that knows her way around the ring so he will not go easy on her. He will defeat her and force her to take the championship from his hands finally.
El Combatiente: ¿Qué pasa con este lugar y los gatos? Esta mujer está vestida de gato y antes de eso hicieron que un gato de peluche ganara un campeonato mundial. ¿Qué tipo de lugar de carney es este?
(What is it with this place and cats. This woman is dressed as a cat and before that they had a stuffed cat win a global championship. What kind of carney place is this?)
Javier: My client says he loves this place and his rise to the top will be swift and change this place for the better. EVE may have burned this place to the ground, but my client will rebuild it in his image. Now cut! What is wrong with you?
Javier admonishes his “client” as the screen fades to black.
El Rey: What the hell is going on here!?!?
Venom takes a beat and looks his son up and down.
Venom: I’m sure you mean something else, but I’m working here.
El Rey: Of course I mean something else. No one even knows what you do around here. I mean what is this bullshit that Dylan booked me into a Junior Heavyweight Championship match.
Venom raises an eyebrow and then slowly shuts down his computer before turning full attention to his son.
Venom: Oh that. That wasn’t Dylan’s doing. It was mine.
El Rey: What?!?!
Venom: You dodged my gauntlet by weaseling your way into that match and you thought I’d just forget about it? Did you forget about the times I was there during your upbringing?
El Rey: So this is your punishment?
Venom: Something like that.
El Rey: Well the jokes on you. You picked quite possibly the worst member of that joke of a stable. He can’t do anything by himself, and this proves it.
El Rey reaches onto Venom’s desk and picks up a plane ticket and holds it up.
El Rey: The loser can’t even get himself here by himself. You have to fly out to get him. This is going to be a cakewalk. I’ll retain my title and you can move me on in your little gauntlet too.
Venom snatches the ticket out of his sons hand and places it back on the desk.
Venom: I’m sure you’ll do just that.
El Rey: You’re damn right I will… Wait. What?
Venom: You have proven me wrong time-and-time again son. This gauntlet is just a formality now. I already paid these guys so I’ve got no choice but to follow through. But I’ve got no doubt you’ll come out on top.
El Rey: Do you, believe in me?
Venom: I do and always have.
El Rey: No. You’re trying to get in my head. I’ll prove you wrong, or right, or something. Damn it!
El Rey turns on his heels and exits the office slamming the door behind him as he does.
We open on a black background that reads “J-Rok” and “XHF” over and over again. The background is soon broken up as Javier and his client El Combatiente walk on screen. Javier turns to the camera as his client does too and smiles. He’s clearly happy to once again have his meal ticket alongside gim
Javier: It’s great to be back. The tragedy that separated us is behind us, and just in time. This weekend my client defends the Doom Metal Championship that he’s held for so long now.
El Combatiente: Y es hora de que pierda este título. Y lo haré golpeando la cara de mi oponente una y otra vez hasta que tiren la toalla y se conviertan en el campeón perdedor mientras tomo mi lugar correcto encima de esta compañía de botes de basura de una vez por todas.
(And it’s time I lose this title. And I’ll do that by punching the face of my opponent over and over again until they throw in the towel and become the loser champion while I take my rightful place on top of this garbage can company once and for all.)
Javier: Uh, my client says he loves this belt, but it’s time to move on. His client might be a woman, but that will not stop him. Tabby Scratch is a strong opponent that knows her way around the ring so he will not go easy on her. He will defeat her and force her to take the championship from his hands finally.
El Combatiente: ¿Qué pasa con este lugar y los gatos? Esta mujer está vestida de gato y antes de eso hicieron que un gato de peluche ganara un campeonato mundial. ¿Qué tipo de lugar de carney es este?
(What is it with this place and cats. This woman is dressed as a cat and before that they had a stuffed cat win a global championship. What kind of carney place is this?)
Javier: My client says he loves this place and his rise to the top will be swift and change this place for the better. EVE may have burned this place to the ground, but my client will rebuild it in his image. Now cut! What is wrong with you?
Javier admonishes his “client” as the screen fades to black.