Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 5:23:45 GMT
A small light beams within a dark room. The light shows a seemingly glass panel with a stand inside. Sitting atop the stand is the UCI Hypermedia Championship. It seems there’s more to the glass panel, but it was all ultimately left unfinished.
~~WHOOSH~~
Translucent purple rings add a bit more light to the room, showing figures fading in. Those figures solidify, showing the images of L Verez, Zima’Ion, and their biographer, Vincent Walker.
L Verez: Alright, Vinny. Start up the camera.
Bloody hell, between the teleporting, and the lighting change, I’m about as useful as a spoiled sweet potato fry. Anywho… I’m setting it up now.
L Verez: Zima, can you please hand me my strap?
Zima’Ion: Of course, love.
As Zima grabs the title, L seems to be holding back some pent up emotions. I should be just about done here, however, so she’ll be able to let all that out here in just a moment, as Zima hands her the title, L now preparing to let herself loose.
After finally reaching the World Title hunt in UCI, the doors to the place I called home had become shut. Thanks to the powers of New Blood Wrestling, the United Championship Infinite has become no more. This Hypermedia Championship that I held with pride now means nothing to the common Milk. But it still means everything to me. UCI meant everything to me, and Vincent Pryde and his little friends took all of that away. Spencer Adams was not a perfect man, but his intentions weren't for the faint of heart. He was not a tyrannical leader. But the tyranny was unable to be stopped, and he ultimately was forced to end what was honestly the best federation on Earth. Now, I find myself on Vincent Pryde's home front. New Blood Wrestling. This was originally where my lovely partner, Zima'Ion, was supposed to begin her career. This is where my biographer, Vincent Walker, is supposed to start his as well. But now that I have more information about what type of federation this is, and what kind of leader Vincent Pryde is, I'm not sure they should have to deal with the totalitarianism. But ultimately, it is up to them. They decide whether they want to work through the dictatorship known as New Blood Wrestling. As for me...
My first opponent is a man named Travis McKenna. The reason I emphasize that word is because of NBW’s “women's division”. Something that has not been needed in many other federations. Women have proven time, and time, and time again that they can take on all comers, man or woman. Vincent Pryde obviously doesn't see things that way. He also doesn't seem to think that I fit in the woman's mold. Is it because of my transgenderism, or because I'm an extraterrestrial? Either way, I'm going to take advantage of Pryde’s bigotry. I'm not here for a “fresh start”. I'm not here for a “new beginning”. I'm here to finish what I started. I'll bring up more on that when I speak my mind at Monday Bloody Monday. But before I can settle my unfinished business, I must first go up against my opponent this week.
This Travis McKenna, this “Kid with the Motor Mouth” has come a long way. He's a man that's dealt with hardships and has had to make hard decisions. Even went as far as to end up in a gang. But his love for football was his light at the end of the tunnel. But what happened when he was finally reaching success? Drugs. Disobedience. Misbehavior. He had taken his success for granted, and let it slip through his fingers. No one in the sport wanted anything to do with him. Much different than how things were back in his high school days, I'm sure. Let's do a hypothetical. If I were a teenaged Earthling in high school, it's very likely that I'd have been an outcast. McKenna, on the other hand, was most likely the popular jock that looked down on someone like me. You would think that losing his football career would've brought him down to Earth, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
McKenna has found his second love in wrestling, and now he's back to being a cocky loudmouth that thinks he's worth more than he actually is. To many, he's the perfect person to make a career in the wrestling business. He's a tank with the sheer force to take New Blood Wrestling by storm! But what everyone fails to realize is that Travis McKenna is self destructive. He's a suicide bomber just waiting for the bomb to explode in his face. Even after all he's been through, he's failed to realize that it's his own arrogance, his own selfish actions that have led him to failure. This will be no different. As I said before, wrestling is his second love. He only found his love for wrestling because he couldn't go further with football. I may have lost my home, but I still have my first love to embrace. That's the difference between McKenna and I. He's doing this as his backup plan. Something to fall back on. This is what I strive for. What I long for. Professional wrestling is my first love!
Travis McKenna, at Monday Bloody Monday, you meet your Celestial Descent. Maybe once that happens, you'll finally start to look in the mirror and see where your real problems lie. Once I'm finished fighting with Tru Grit, I settle my unfinished business. The time for knocking is over. I'm kicking the doors in, and knocking down anyone that gets in my way! NBW won't know what hit them!
After L pauses for a moment, she gives the signal to cut. She seems a bit more relieved, but it's apparent that she still has a lot on her mind.
L Verez: Okay. Now that I'm done ranting, we can head over to the base. We have more security additions to attend to…
~~~
~~WHOOSH~~
Translucent purple rings add a bit more light to the room, showing figures fading in. Those figures solidify, showing the images of L Verez, Zima’Ion, and their biographer, Vincent Walker.
L Verez: Alright, Vinny. Start up the camera.
Bloody hell, between the teleporting, and the lighting change, I’m about as useful as a spoiled sweet potato fry. Anywho… I’m setting it up now.
L Verez: Zima, can you please hand me my strap?
Zima’Ion: Of course, love.
As Zima grabs the title, L seems to be holding back some pent up emotions. I should be just about done here, however, so she’ll be able to let all that out here in just a moment, as Zima hands her the title, L now preparing to let herself loose.
After finally reaching the World Title hunt in UCI, the doors to the place I called home had become shut. Thanks to the powers of New Blood Wrestling, the United Championship Infinite has become no more. This Hypermedia Championship that I held with pride now means nothing to the common Milk. But it still means everything to me. UCI meant everything to me, and Vincent Pryde and his little friends took all of that away. Spencer Adams was not a perfect man, but his intentions weren't for the faint of heart. He was not a tyrannical leader. But the tyranny was unable to be stopped, and he ultimately was forced to end what was honestly the best federation on Earth. Now, I find myself on Vincent Pryde's home front. New Blood Wrestling. This was originally where my lovely partner, Zima'Ion, was supposed to begin her career. This is where my biographer, Vincent Walker, is supposed to start his as well. But now that I have more information about what type of federation this is, and what kind of leader Vincent Pryde is, I'm not sure they should have to deal with the totalitarianism. But ultimately, it is up to them. They decide whether they want to work through the dictatorship known as New Blood Wrestling. As for me...
My first opponent is a man named Travis McKenna. The reason I emphasize that word is because of NBW’s “women's division”. Something that has not been needed in many other federations. Women have proven time, and time, and time again that they can take on all comers, man or woman. Vincent Pryde obviously doesn't see things that way. He also doesn't seem to think that I fit in the woman's mold. Is it because of my transgenderism, or because I'm an extraterrestrial? Either way, I'm going to take advantage of Pryde’s bigotry. I'm not here for a “fresh start”. I'm not here for a “new beginning”. I'm here to finish what I started. I'll bring up more on that when I speak my mind at Monday Bloody Monday. But before I can settle my unfinished business, I must first go up against my opponent this week.
This Travis McKenna, this “Kid with the Motor Mouth” has come a long way. He's a man that's dealt with hardships and has had to make hard decisions. Even went as far as to end up in a gang. But his love for football was his light at the end of the tunnel. But what happened when he was finally reaching success? Drugs. Disobedience. Misbehavior. He had taken his success for granted, and let it slip through his fingers. No one in the sport wanted anything to do with him. Much different than how things were back in his high school days, I'm sure. Let's do a hypothetical. If I were a teenaged Earthling in high school, it's very likely that I'd have been an outcast. McKenna, on the other hand, was most likely the popular jock that looked down on someone like me. You would think that losing his football career would've brought him down to Earth, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
McKenna has found his second love in wrestling, and now he's back to being a cocky loudmouth that thinks he's worth more than he actually is. To many, he's the perfect person to make a career in the wrestling business. He's a tank with the sheer force to take New Blood Wrestling by storm! But what everyone fails to realize is that Travis McKenna is self destructive. He's a suicide bomber just waiting for the bomb to explode in his face. Even after all he's been through, he's failed to realize that it's his own arrogance, his own selfish actions that have led him to failure. This will be no different. As I said before, wrestling is his second love. He only found his love for wrestling because he couldn't go further with football. I may have lost my home, but I still have my first love to embrace. That's the difference between McKenna and I. He's doing this as his backup plan. Something to fall back on. This is what I strive for. What I long for. Professional wrestling is my first love!
Travis McKenna, at Monday Bloody Monday, you meet your Celestial Descent. Maybe once that happens, you'll finally start to look in the mirror and see where your real problems lie. Once I'm finished fighting with Tru Grit, I settle my unfinished business. The time for knocking is over. I'm kicking the doors in, and knocking down anyone that gets in my way! NBW won't know what hit them!
After L pauses for a moment, she gives the signal to cut. She seems a bit more relieved, but it's apparent that she still has a lot on her mind.
L Verez: Okay. Now that I'm done ranting, we can head over to the base. We have more security additions to attend to…
~~~