Uh oh, I need help.
Oct 17, 2023 21:05:24 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 2 more like this
Post by Venom 🕷 on Oct 17, 2023 21:05:24 GMT -5
It’s evening and the XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion is alone in his home washing dishes. To one side of him lays his “charcuterie” board to the other side in the dish rack sits the reader freshly cleaned of the dip used in the hole. El Rey washes a fork, lifts it up to make sure it’s clean, and then places it in the dish rack. That’s when the reader shoots across the sink and lands on the board. It begins to spell. D…I…E over and over again.
El Rey: Cool trick, but you aren’t dry yet.
El Rey grabs the reader and puts it back in the dish rack. El Rey continues washing his silverware and soon picks up a knife. He looks at it long and hard and touches the tip with his finger. A small spot of blood and the reader shoots across again. This time it hits his hand and El Rey drops the knife. It nearly impales his foot, but El Rey moves just in time. After reaching down and picking up the knife El Rey looks over to the board that is again trying to send a message.
El Rey: L. E. A. V. E. Leave? O. R. Or? D. I. E. Leave or die?
El Rey grabs the reader and places it back in the dish rack and exclaims.
El Rey: Zoran. I don’t know what kind of magnetic power or whatever you’re using, but your pranks are so predictable.
El Rey finishes the silverware and exits his kitchen as the board again glows green.
So it was written, so it shall come to pass.
Jesus or someone said that.
But before this tournament started, I said that there was no stopping me and my partner Zoran in this tournament.
I said it was my blood right to become XHF Tag Team Champion.
Now here we are. The final week of the tournament coming up, and who is in the final to win the shot at the XHF Tag Team Champions? That’s right, me and Papa Z.
We went through some indie darlings in round one. My new best friends in round two. Now all that’s left is the end.
No. Not the end of the tournament even though that’s what it is. No, the tag team the end.
Scott Fargo.
Mehrunes Smith.
Known to all the land as the End. That’s all that stands in the way of me and my family legacy, oh, and my XHF Triple Crown.
The stage is set. The lights will be bright. And there, in the bright lights, that’s where I shine.
El Rey sits in his room at his desk with a laptop sitting in front of him. On the screen we see the Google home page. Typing begins and soon in the search bar it reads “charcuterie board with letters.” All that pops up are charcuterie boards shaped like letters.
El Rey: I know it looked vintage when I found it, but it can’t be that rare. Can it?
El Rey clears the search bar and thinks. He begins typing again and this time tried “board with letters.” All that pops up now is boards for your wall with letters to leave notes.
El Rey: That’s not it.
Again, El Rey clears the search bar. He types again and this time tries “board with alphabet” and gets similar results. He puts his hand on his chin and thinks. El Rey gets up and walks over to the board that he left on his bed. He examines it closely and squints. Looking closely he notices a word faded out by time.
El Rey: Why is this so faded while the rest of it’s clear? This word doesn’t make any sense to me. Maybe it’s the maker?
El Rey shrugs to himself and walks back to his desk and types in the word he read on the board, “Ouija.” Pictures similar to his board pop right up.
El Rey: Huh. It says it’s a spirit board. It’s used to talk to the dead. I’ve been using it wrong, who would’ve known? Some groups believe they can caused demonic possession.
El Rey gulps as he glances over at the board. It begins glowing green and his eyes go wide.
El Rey: I’m going to need help here. Who am I gonna call?
Mehrunes. Scott.
We’re on a first-name basis, right?
We all had the unfortunate pleasure of calling Next Level Wrestling home.
We all had the unfortunate pleasure of being forced to live in that dirty swamp known as Louisiana.
We all had the sense to get the hell out of there before the walls came crumbling down.
We all now reside on the west coast in a better class of company.
That’s it, though. That’s all we have in common. From there you have me, a genetically bred athlete with wrestling in his blood, and we have you two. One, a man who needs to wear a monster mask to hide his identity. The other, an ugly old brawler who has traveled the world learning how to be the most mediocre he can possibly be.
Sure.
I get it.
You both have had success.
Fargo has even had some solo success.
Kudos for that.
You even managed to recently knock off my friends the Anointed to become HKW Tag Team Champions.
That’s great. Good for you. That’s a big accomplishment.
But the global scene, it just doesn’t seem to be your bag does it?
No.
Even though Fargo was in AWF at their peak, he isn’t one of the many former X*Crown Champions that AWF produced, no. His claim to fame there was winning the XHF Phoenix Championship.
Good for you, Scott.
There’s something a little different about the global scene, though.
You’re not facing someone in an old beat up VFW wrestling in front of a thousand fans. This isn’t the swamp where you may have a bit more than that in attendance.
No.
This is the big stage.
This is wrestling on a barge in front of three thousand rabid fans. This is wrestling for a chance to wrestle again in front of nearly twenty thousand fans. This is the big time.
You’re not ready for this. Even after five years in this business for Smith and twenty years in this business for Fargo, you’re not ready for this.
But me? I was born for this. I thrive at this. I’ve already had more success in my three year career at the global level than you’ve had in your entire life.
I’ve won the X*Crown. I’ve won the XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship. I’ve won my way into the X*Crown Championship match at Supremacy twice.
I know what it takes to get to the top and win at the top.
So show up to face Papa Z and I.
Pump yourselves up with the idea that you can beat us, that you’re not mediocre.
But when it’s all over and the bell rings it is inevitable.
It will be the end.
No, not “The End” announced as the winner, but the end of your run in this tournament.
So it was written. So it shall come to pass.
El Rey: Cool trick, but you aren’t dry yet.
El Rey grabs the reader and puts it back in the dish rack. El Rey continues washing his silverware and soon picks up a knife. He looks at it long and hard and touches the tip with his finger. A small spot of blood and the reader shoots across again. This time it hits his hand and El Rey drops the knife. It nearly impales his foot, but El Rey moves just in time. After reaching down and picking up the knife El Rey looks over to the board that is again trying to send a message.
El Rey: L. E. A. V. E. Leave? O. R. Or? D. I. E. Leave or die?
El Rey grabs the reader and places it back in the dish rack and exclaims.
El Rey: Zoran. I don’t know what kind of magnetic power or whatever you’re using, but your pranks are so predictable.
El Rey finishes the silverware and exits his kitchen as the board again glows green.
So it was written, so it shall come to pass.
Jesus or someone said that.
But before this tournament started, I said that there was no stopping me and my partner Zoran in this tournament.
I said it was my blood right to become XHF Tag Team Champion.
Now here we are. The final week of the tournament coming up, and who is in the final to win the shot at the XHF Tag Team Champions? That’s right, me and Papa Z.
We went through some indie darlings in round one. My new best friends in round two. Now all that’s left is the end.
No. Not the end of the tournament even though that’s what it is. No, the tag team the end.
Scott Fargo.
Mehrunes Smith.
Known to all the land as the End. That’s all that stands in the way of me and my family legacy, oh, and my XHF Triple Crown.
The stage is set. The lights will be bright. And there, in the bright lights, that’s where I shine.
El Rey sits in his room at his desk with a laptop sitting in front of him. On the screen we see the Google home page. Typing begins and soon in the search bar it reads “charcuterie board with letters.” All that pops up are charcuterie boards shaped like letters.
El Rey: I know it looked vintage when I found it, but it can’t be that rare. Can it?
El Rey clears the search bar and thinks. He begins typing again and this time tried “board with letters.” All that pops up now is boards for your wall with letters to leave notes.
El Rey: That’s not it.
Again, El Rey clears the search bar. He types again and this time tries “board with alphabet” and gets similar results. He puts his hand on his chin and thinks. El Rey gets up and walks over to the board that he left on his bed. He examines it closely and squints. Looking closely he notices a word faded out by time.
El Rey: Why is this so faded while the rest of it’s clear? This word doesn’t make any sense to me. Maybe it’s the maker?
El Rey shrugs to himself and walks back to his desk and types in the word he read on the board, “Ouija.” Pictures similar to his board pop right up.
El Rey: Huh. It says it’s a spirit board. It’s used to talk to the dead. I’ve been using it wrong, who would’ve known? Some groups believe they can caused demonic possession.
El Rey gulps as he glances over at the board. It begins glowing green and his eyes go wide.
El Rey: I’m going to need help here. Who am I gonna call?
Mehrunes. Scott.
We’re on a first-name basis, right?
We all had the unfortunate pleasure of calling Next Level Wrestling home.
We all had the unfortunate pleasure of being forced to live in that dirty swamp known as Louisiana.
We all had the sense to get the hell out of there before the walls came crumbling down.
We all now reside on the west coast in a better class of company.
That’s it, though. That’s all we have in common. From there you have me, a genetically bred athlete with wrestling in his blood, and we have you two. One, a man who needs to wear a monster mask to hide his identity. The other, an ugly old brawler who has traveled the world learning how to be the most mediocre he can possibly be.
Sure.
I get it.
You both have had success.
Fargo has even had some solo success.
Kudos for that.
You even managed to recently knock off my friends the Anointed to become HKW Tag Team Champions.
That’s great. Good for you. That’s a big accomplishment.
But the global scene, it just doesn’t seem to be your bag does it?
No.
Even though Fargo was in AWF at their peak, he isn’t one of the many former X*Crown Champions that AWF produced, no. His claim to fame there was winning the XHF Phoenix Championship.
Good for you, Scott.
There’s something a little different about the global scene, though.
You’re not facing someone in an old beat up VFW wrestling in front of a thousand fans. This isn’t the swamp where you may have a bit more than that in attendance.
No.
This is the big stage.
This is wrestling on a barge in front of three thousand rabid fans. This is wrestling for a chance to wrestle again in front of nearly twenty thousand fans. This is the big time.
You’re not ready for this. Even after five years in this business for Smith and twenty years in this business for Fargo, you’re not ready for this.
But me? I was born for this. I thrive at this. I’ve already had more success in my three year career at the global level than you’ve had in your entire life.
I’ve won the X*Crown. I’ve won the XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship. I’ve won my way into the X*Crown Championship match at Supremacy twice.
I know what it takes to get to the top and win at the top.
So show up to face Papa Z and I.
Pump yourselves up with the idea that you can beat us, that you’re not mediocre.
But when it’s all over and the bell rings it is inevitable.
It will be the end.
No, not “The End” announced as the winner, but the end of your run in this tournament.
So it was written. So it shall come to pass.
