Mixtape Track 4: Another Body Murdered (Rumble RP 5)
Apr 25, 2018 10:39:06 GMT -5
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Post by Technical Perfection on Apr 25, 2018 10:39:06 GMT -5
Fade in on a wrestling ring in Sunnyvale, California. The banner hanging proudly on the back wall declares, in a large, tribal font, “Maori Monster Factory.” The walls are decorated with replicas of the SWF, PAW and PWA World Heavyweight Championships, along with event posters and merchandise and other lesser and tag team titles. Every poster features a picture of “The Maori Badass” Va’aiga, different levels of facial tattoos and ever increasing in weight as the posters move chronologically across a long and storied career.
Outside of the ring a crowd of trainees is gathered, each wearing their training gear, looking ready to show off in front of their trainer and a current XHF network star. In the centre of this organised training group is the imposing figure of Va’aiga himself, standing proud over his students. In the ring? An amped up and ready Taane, ready and waiting, fighting stance locked in.
Va’aiga: ONE!
Va’aiga taps one of his students on the shoulder and the young lion’s face becomes a picture of nerves as he begins to rush the ring. Taane beckons him closer with a confident “Come here,” hand motion. The kid closes in and looks for a lock up but Taane takes a half step back and fires off a vicious toe kick, doubling the student over. Taane grabs the kid by the shoulder and runs him to the ropes, tossing him out of the ring.
Va’aiga smiles.
Va’aiga: ONE!
Tapping another trainee on the shoulder, The Maori sends his next charge into the ring. The youngster steps between the ropes but takes a little too long to compose himself in the ring. Taane comes roaring across the ring and takes him straight out over the top rope with a Bloodline Lariat.
Va’aiga smiles.
Va’aiga: Okay, let’s not make this too easy on you. TWO!
Va’agia taps two shoulders and with little thought, the next two students rush the ring. Taane waits for them to climb through the ropes and back off. The first trainee launches himself at The Polynesian Prodigy, rushing in headlong only to have his momentum taken and used against him as Taane effortlessly pick him up and bodyslams him into the canvas. The second trainee gets closer and attempts to punch Taane who blocks, instinctively and responds with a punch of his own. Taane then bodyslams the second guy onto the first with a satisfying splat before tossing both guys in quick succession.
Va’aiga smiles.
Va’aiga: Okay, final test. Looks like I got three guys left. So… THREE!
Taane takes a deep breath, anticipating the final challenge. The final three students enter from different sides and begin to circle, each slowly closing the distance. One grasps Taane at the wrist and slings him across the length of the ring with an Irish Whip. On his return, another guy extends an arm, expecting to hit a standing clothesline but Taane uses his own momentum, lowers his body and drives a shoulder firmly into the trainee’s ribcage with a Rugby Tackle. Taane rolls through and springs back to his feet, grasping for the next poor soul who walks in range and planting him on top of his fellow trainee with The Maori Drop. With only one opponent left standing, Taane leans into him and lifts him up simply into a Fireman’s Carry. Seeing the pile of bodies in front of him, Taane walks his final victim across the ring, swings the poor trainee’s legs out so he’s perpendicular to the pile and, grabbing the head, forces the victim down onto the pancake stack of human flesh with the All Blackout. Three tosses over the top rope swiftly follow.
Va’aiga: TIME! ‘K boys, go clean up for 20. I need to talk to my son.
A grumble of pain comes from the crowd of students and they shuffle off to the changing rooms.
Va’aiga: Impressive, son. I hope you realise that it ain’t a bunch of rooks you’re going up against in The XHF Rumble, mind. There’s deep talent in that match. You’re gonna have to be all the wrestler I know I trained.
Taane: Dad, I just needed one more workout before I hit the Spain plane. It may only be a bunch of rooks but I need to get my eye in for throwing guys over the ropes. Keeps me sharp.
Va’aiga: Yeah well, not everybody’s papa has got their own training facility.
Taane: Not everybody’s papa is a five time World Heavyweight Champion. Wrestling’s in my blood. And I heard so many people screaming about how they were born to fight, born to win. But I ain’t ever seen any fucker in this industry that actually brought legit familial credentials to a fight.
Va’aiga: Just remember, son. That don’t count for shit when you get in the ring. I ain’t coming to help you win anything. I’m just any old retired wrestler turned movie star.
Taane: Any old? I ain’t having that. You’re steeped in glory. You meant something to the business.
Va’aiga: Meant. Past tense. Wrestling’s got short memories at times. What happened four years ago means about as much as what you ate for lunch yesterday to some motherfuckers out there. You, YOU gotta make yourself mean something now. And going out there, winning that XHF Rumble is going to make you a star.
Taane: I ain’t saying I’m gonna win. There’s a lot of talented motherfuckers in that match. I’m just one dude in a sea of great wrestlers.
Va’aiga: And I’m just one dude on a movie set. But how you carry yourself is important in this industry, chur. You gotta behave like a star to be a star. And saying you ain’t gonna win? That type of defeatist shit is gonna make you lose.
Taane: I never said “I ain’t gonna win.” I said, “I ain’t saying I’m gonna win.” I ain’t ruling it out, papa.
Va’aiga: So you do think, deep down, that you’re gonna go out there and throw motherfuckers over that top rope until you’re the last Maori standing?
Taane: I think I gotta shot. People be saying that they got the best chance. I’m saying I got A chance. And that might be all the chance I need.
Va’aiga: Lemme tell you something. When I beat Danny Williams, no one gave me a shot.
Taane: Really?
Va’aiga: I heard the scuttlebutt around the locker room. Beat the King of the King’s Road, in Japan, in his own style because that’s what I promised. No chance. And I did it. And that ain’t the last time I got doubted in the industry. I had to deal with haters every single day. And I put them all to shame because I turned up when it mattered and I did that shit. I broke people. But I broke expectations. That’s what you gotta do in this business. Break expectations.
Taane: But… people already see me as something.
Va’aiga: Something, maybe. They saw what you did in Combat. They get to see what you do in the XHF Rumble. But what do they expect? Fun? Happy? Living off my rep? Maybe they expect you to be a solid midcard act for their fed after the Rumble is over. Maybe they want this modern Polynesian stereotype for the marketing. Maybe they expect you to shift merch for them. But the other wrestlers, they ain’t expecting you to challenge straight away.
Taane: They ain’t really talking about me, that’s for sure.
Va’aiga: Break them. Break those expectations.
Taane: Break those people?
Va’aiga: If needed. Now we got a promo room set up in the back here. Might not be the professional set up a fed can give you, but I got a camera and you got a voice. You still got that CD I sent ya?
Taane: Yeah I’ve been listening to it to get motivated. It puts me in a mood to talk about wrestling.
Va’aiga: You spotted why, yet?
Taane: It’s… it’s a compilation of your old entrance musics.
Va’aiga: Correct. Fire up track 4. It’s my old stable’s theme from PAW. I hear something, son. I hear something in you that you wanna say. You ain’t about submitting to expectation.
Taane: No.
Va’aiga: You think that you’ve gotta shot of winning this Rumble?
Taane: Yes.
Va’aiga: You think that I’m gonna be happy if you go and meely-mouth your own chances? Because I sure as hell think you can win.
Taane: No. And I CAN win this thing.
Va’aiga: Then all you gotta do now is go shout at someone about it. Tell all the world that this is your damn time. You got a shot? Inly shot you ever damn need. And then get on that flight, head over to Spain, step in the ring when they play your damn music and throw motherfuckers out until you either win or your damn arms fall off. Just ee yourself. And remember... that yourself is capable of anything.
~~~
Now I gotta murder to murder to get away,
They eyes gotta peer, now the fools gotta pay,
And if they pay then they pay with they life,
To watch another man try to hold on to his life.
Cos I keep lookin’ and huntin’ just like a lion,
Let these suckas know that it’s them that be dyin’,
I show no remorse to the source of the tattle,
And if they tell then they hope they better battle…
XHF Network. It’s your boy. One last time before I hit that flight to Spain and get to stepping in the crucible of pain that is the XHF Rumble. And lemme tell y’all. I am PSYCHED. Every last thing is falling into place for Taane. Every last thing. I’ve been going over tapes of my opponents. I’ve been studying previous Rumbles, previous strategies that people have taken to take home the big prize. And I’ve been working out, training my cardio to last the battle. Training my moves to throw sucka after sucka AFTER SUCKA over the ropes on my path to glory in the match.
Pride is something that I talk about a lot, y’all know that. And if you don’t then where the fuck have you been? And this time, this time I gotta chance to give myself something to be MAD PROUD about. Because the second I step into that ring, it ain’t about heritage no more. It ain’t about family no more. It’s all about Taane, what I can do, what I can achieve, how high my ceiling is in this industry. And my ceiling is so high that you better call air traffic control and tell those motherfuckers to re-plan FLIGHTS.
When I put my name down for this little show-piece I was a minor title holder in a new federation. But that’s in the past. I lost that belt, I got outfought that night. Shit happens. But you don’t ride a long road without hitting the odd pothole. So I just changed out that tire and kept on rolling. Thing is, XHF Network, I ain’t just rolling on fresh tires. I went and bought myself a fucking steamroller and I will roll on over all the competition.
April 29. I am making a name for myself. All those guys in The Rumble with big reps, with big careers, the guys you know across this Network, they all have their eyes on the gold. X*Crown. X*Crown, baby. Rob Arnold knows, Rob Arnold has said that he’s the biggest damn target in the match. That’s cool. But he ain’t my biggest target. My biggest target is everyone, any damn fool who dares step in my way. So while all of the rest of y’all are looking to make names for yourself by taking out rivals, taking out enemies, even taking out the sitting champ, I am looking to make a name for myself by taking out EVERYBODY.
People thought when I scribbled my sig down on the sign up sheet that I would be just some body to be tossed over the ropes on their way to victory. That I was young, inexperienced, that I got no shot. They all be wrong. I got a shot. Everyone in The Rumble has gotta shot. Only I got no intention of missing. Might not look like the most sure thing on paper but this damn match ain’t won on paper. It’s won on canvas and I am hella god on canvas. I am a god damn artist of whooping ass and I wouldn’t want to be the guy who’s ass I am about to kick.
April 29. Come that day in Madrid you are gonna see a side of me that you ain’t never seen before. I’m stepping through the ropes and I ain’t hoping for a good draw. I’m just looking to clean up. Any challenge, any fool who wants to step to me? COME TRY! Any fool who wants to stay well clear? Good call, BUT I’M GONNA TOSS YOU ANYWAY. For the first time in my damn career I’m hyped about my damn prospects.
See I’m not here to play second fiddle to any motherfucker. I’m Taane. I’m the son of The Maori Badass. I’m the Polynesian Prodigy. I’m that wrestling treat with the fancy feet, the voice that’s so sweet and the style that’s so damn hard to beat. I’ve got a shot. Damn straight I’ve got a shot at taking it all home in Madrid. Might only be one shot, but it’s coming straight outta a 10 gauge shotgun and everybody is in the spread.
What did I say in my first little hype package for this event? Wrestlers become stars, stars become superstars, superstars become legends, legends cement legacies. Well pitch me where you want on that scale, but I’m shooting the fuck up that little list and if any motherfucker thinks I’m cutting in line? Come test me. I got questions that you won’t be able to answer.
The career of Taane has already begun.
April 29. THE ERA OF TAANE BEGINS.
BTDT
I gotta get it together to watch a body get murdered
Faith No More
I gotta get it together to watch a body get murdered
Booya T.R.I.B.E....
Outside of the ring a crowd of trainees is gathered, each wearing their training gear, looking ready to show off in front of their trainer and a current XHF network star. In the centre of this organised training group is the imposing figure of Va’aiga himself, standing proud over his students. In the ring? An amped up and ready Taane, ready and waiting, fighting stance locked in.
Va’aiga: ONE!
Va’aiga taps one of his students on the shoulder and the young lion’s face becomes a picture of nerves as he begins to rush the ring. Taane beckons him closer with a confident “Come here,” hand motion. The kid closes in and looks for a lock up but Taane takes a half step back and fires off a vicious toe kick, doubling the student over. Taane grabs the kid by the shoulder and runs him to the ropes, tossing him out of the ring.
Va’aiga smiles.
Va’aiga: ONE!
Tapping another trainee on the shoulder, The Maori sends his next charge into the ring. The youngster steps between the ropes but takes a little too long to compose himself in the ring. Taane comes roaring across the ring and takes him straight out over the top rope with a Bloodline Lariat.
Va’aiga smiles.
Va’aiga: Okay, let’s not make this too easy on you. TWO!
Va’agia taps two shoulders and with little thought, the next two students rush the ring. Taane waits for them to climb through the ropes and back off. The first trainee launches himself at The Polynesian Prodigy, rushing in headlong only to have his momentum taken and used against him as Taane effortlessly pick him up and bodyslams him into the canvas. The second trainee gets closer and attempts to punch Taane who blocks, instinctively and responds with a punch of his own. Taane then bodyslams the second guy onto the first with a satisfying splat before tossing both guys in quick succession.
Va’aiga smiles.
Va’aiga: Okay, final test. Looks like I got three guys left. So… THREE!
Taane takes a deep breath, anticipating the final challenge. The final three students enter from different sides and begin to circle, each slowly closing the distance. One grasps Taane at the wrist and slings him across the length of the ring with an Irish Whip. On his return, another guy extends an arm, expecting to hit a standing clothesline but Taane uses his own momentum, lowers his body and drives a shoulder firmly into the trainee’s ribcage with a Rugby Tackle. Taane rolls through and springs back to his feet, grasping for the next poor soul who walks in range and planting him on top of his fellow trainee with The Maori Drop. With only one opponent left standing, Taane leans into him and lifts him up simply into a Fireman’s Carry. Seeing the pile of bodies in front of him, Taane walks his final victim across the ring, swings the poor trainee’s legs out so he’s perpendicular to the pile and, grabbing the head, forces the victim down onto the pancake stack of human flesh with the All Blackout. Three tosses over the top rope swiftly follow.
Va’aiga: TIME! ‘K boys, go clean up for 20. I need to talk to my son.
A grumble of pain comes from the crowd of students and they shuffle off to the changing rooms.
Va’aiga: Impressive, son. I hope you realise that it ain’t a bunch of rooks you’re going up against in The XHF Rumble, mind. There’s deep talent in that match. You’re gonna have to be all the wrestler I know I trained.
Taane: Dad, I just needed one more workout before I hit the Spain plane. It may only be a bunch of rooks but I need to get my eye in for throwing guys over the ropes. Keeps me sharp.
Va’aiga: Yeah well, not everybody’s papa has got their own training facility.
Taane: Not everybody’s papa is a five time World Heavyweight Champion. Wrestling’s in my blood. And I heard so many people screaming about how they were born to fight, born to win. But I ain’t ever seen any fucker in this industry that actually brought legit familial credentials to a fight.
Va’aiga: Just remember, son. That don’t count for shit when you get in the ring. I ain’t coming to help you win anything. I’m just any old retired wrestler turned movie star.
Taane: Any old? I ain’t having that. You’re steeped in glory. You meant something to the business.
Va’aiga: Meant. Past tense. Wrestling’s got short memories at times. What happened four years ago means about as much as what you ate for lunch yesterday to some motherfuckers out there. You, YOU gotta make yourself mean something now. And going out there, winning that XHF Rumble is going to make you a star.
Taane: I ain’t saying I’m gonna win. There’s a lot of talented motherfuckers in that match. I’m just one dude in a sea of great wrestlers.
Va’aiga: And I’m just one dude on a movie set. But how you carry yourself is important in this industry, chur. You gotta behave like a star to be a star. And saying you ain’t gonna win? That type of defeatist shit is gonna make you lose.
Taane: I never said “I ain’t gonna win.” I said, “I ain’t saying I’m gonna win.” I ain’t ruling it out, papa.
Va’aiga: So you do think, deep down, that you’re gonna go out there and throw motherfuckers over that top rope until you’re the last Maori standing?
Taane: I think I gotta shot. People be saying that they got the best chance. I’m saying I got A chance. And that might be all the chance I need.
Va’aiga: Lemme tell you something. When I beat Danny Williams, no one gave me a shot.
Taane: Really?
Va’aiga: I heard the scuttlebutt around the locker room. Beat the King of the King’s Road, in Japan, in his own style because that’s what I promised. No chance. And I did it. And that ain’t the last time I got doubted in the industry. I had to deal with haters every single day. And I put them all to shame because I turned up when it mattered and I did that shit. I broke people. But I broke expectations. That’s what you gotta do in this business. Break expectations.
Taane: But… people already see me as something.
Va’aiga: Something, maybe. They saw what you did in Combat. They get to see what you do in the XHF Rumble. But what do they expect? Fun? Happy? Living off my rep? Maybe they expect you to be a solid midcard act for their fed after the Rumble is over. Maybe they want this modern Polynesian stereotype for the marketing. Maybe they expect you to shift merch for them. But the other wrestlers, they ain’t expecting you to challenge straight away.
Taane: They ain’t really talking about me, that’s for sure.
Va’aiga: Break them. Break those expectations.
Taane: Break those people?
Va’aiga: If needed. Now we got a promo room set up in the back here. Might not be the professional set up a fed can give you, but I got a camera and you got a voice. You still got that CD I sent ya?
Taane: Yeah I’ve been listening to it to get motivated. It puts me in a mood to talk about wrestling.
Va’aiga: You spotted why, yet?
Taane: It’s… it’s a compilation of your old entrance musics.
Va’aiga: Correct. Fire up track 4. It’s my old stable’s theme from PAW. I hear something, son. I hear something in you that you wanna say. You ain’t about submitting to expectation.
Taane: No.
Va’aiga: You think that you’ve gotta shot of winning this Rumble?
Taane: Yes.
Va’aiga: You think that I’m gonna be happy if you go and meely-mouth your own chances? Because I sure as hell think you can win.
Taane: No. And I CAN win this thing.
Va’aiga: Then all you gotta do now is go shout at someone about it. Tell all the world that this is your damn time. You got a shot? Inly shot you ever damn need. And then get on that flight, head over to Spain, step in the ring when they play your damn music and throw motherfuckers out until you either win or your damn arms fall off. Just ee yourself. And remember... that yourself is capable of anything.
~~~
Now I gotta murder to murder to get away,
They eyes gotta peer, now the fools gotta pay,
And if they pay then they pay with they life,
To watch another man try to hold on to his life.
Cos I keep lookin’ and huntin’ just like a lion,
Let these suckas know that it’s them that be dyin’,
I show no remorse to the source of the tattle,
And if they tell then they hope they better battle…
XHF Network. It’s your boy. One last time before I hit that flight to Spain and get to stepping in the crucible of pain that is the XHF Rumble. And lemme tell y’all. I am PSYCHED. Every last thing is falling into place for Taane. Every last thing. I’ve been going over tapes of my opponents. I’ve been studying previous Rumbles, previous strategies that people have taken to take home the big prize. And I’ve been working out, training my cardio to last the battle. Training my moves to throw sucka after sucka AFTER SUCKA over the ropes on my path to glory in the match.
Pride is something that I talk about a lot, y’all know that. And if you don’t then where the fuck have you been? And this time, this time I gotta chance to give myself something to be MAD PROUD about. Because the second I step into that ring, it ain’t about heritage no more. It ain’t about family no more. It’s all about Taane, what I can do, what I can achieve, how high my ceiling is in this industry. And my ceiling is so high that you better call air traffic control and tell those motherfuckers to re-plan FLIGHTS.
When I put my name down for this little show-piece I was a minor title holder in a new federation. But that’s in the past. I lost that belt, I got outfought that night. Shit happens. But you don’t ride a long road without hitting the odd pothole. So I just changed out that tire and kept on rolling. Thing is, XHF Network, I ain’t just rolling on fresh tires. I went and bought myself a fucking steamroller and I will roll on over all the competition.
April 29. I am making a name for myself. All those guys in The Rumble with big reps, with big careers, the guys you know across this Network, they all have their eyes on the gold. X*Crown. X*Crown, baby. Rob Arnold knows, Rob Arnold has said that he’s the biggest damn target in the match. That’s cool. But he ain’t my biggest target. My biggest target is everyone, any damn fool who dares step in my way. So while all of the rest of y’all are looking to make names for yourself by taking out rivals, taking out enemies, even taking out the sitting champ, I am looking to make a name for myself by taking out EVERYBODY.
People thought when I scribbled my sig down on the sign up sheet that I would be just some body to be tossed over the ropes on their way to victory. That I was young, inexperienced, that I got no shot. They all be wrong. I got a shot. Everyone in The Rumble has gotta shot. Only I got no intention of missing. Might not look like the most sure thing on paper but this damn match ain’t won on paper. It’s won on canvas and I am hella god on canvas. I am a god damn artist of whooping ass and I wouldn’t want to be the guy who’s ass I am about to kick.
April 29. Come that day in Madrid you are gonna see a side of me that you ain’t never seen before. I’m stepping through the ropes and I ain’t hoping for a good draw. I’m just looking to clean up. Any challenge, any fool who wants to step to me? COME TRY! Any fool who wants to stay well clear? Good call, BUT I’M GONNA TOSS YOU ANYWAY. For the first time in my damn career I’m hyped about my damn prospects.
See I’m not here to play second fiddle to any motherfucker. I’m Taane. I’m the son of The Maori Badass. I’m the Polynesian Prodigy. I’m that wrestling treat with the fancy feet, the voice that’s so sweet and the style that’s so damn hard to beat. I’ve got a shot. Damn straight I’ve got a shot at taking it all home in Madrid. Might only be one shot, but it’s coming straight outta a 10 gauge shotgun and everybody is in the spread.
What did I say in my first little hype package for this event? Wrestlers become stars, stars become superstars, superstars become legends, legends cement legacies. Well pitch me where you want on that scale, but I’m shooting the fuck up that little list and if any motherfucker thinks I’m cutting in line? Come test me. I got questions that you won’t be able to answer.
The career of Taane has already begun.
April 29. THE ERA OF TAANE BEGINS.
BTDT
I gotta get it together to watch a body get murdered
Faith No More
I gotta get it together to watch a body get murdered
Booya T.R.I.B.E....
