Post by Andrew Ashton on Jan 11, 2013 19:59:54 GMT -6
INT. RIMAC Arena. Ring.
12.30.12
21:15PM
Fuck the match.
It wasn't supposed to fucking go like this. Do they know who the fuck I am? This match should have been over before it even began. They think they can make a mockery of us with their style? They think they're actually in-ring superheroes? Well its time for me to be the anti-hero.
Fuck all of this.
These fans want to lap it all up? Let's see just how much they lap it up when this Leisureforce! is being carried out of here on a fucking stretcher.
I just want to hurt them.
I slid under the bottom rope while Grasshopper was taking care of Octopus. The rage was past boiling point. The time for fun and games was over. I was growing sick of this charade, I was sick of playing with these “superheroes”. I was sick of the fans being behind them while I’m being made out to be the bad guy over “unsportsmanlike behaviour”, yet they were the ones constantly being in the ring illegally. It was time for me to be their justice.
Turn around.
Come on you son of a bitch, it's time for me to be your reckoning. Your judgement has arrived. Your reality check.
Turn the fuck around, Grasshopper.
Throwing that boot into his face was some of the sweetest relief I’d had in such a long time. The anger inside me seemed to fade away. This was done.
I turned around.
Fuck.
INT. RIMAC Arena. Ring.
12.30.12
21:25PM
I opened my eyes to hear the cheering of fans. The only thing in my mind was how cool Guile’s theme was. I couldn’t believe that I didn’t see that kick coming. This fucking Squid head was going to be the death of me. I had to make the eyes bigger or something. For someone who just had their eyes knocked in to the back of their head I was surprisingly okay after I came back to reality.
Slamming my tentacles into the mat, I let out a scream that was drowned out by the fans and the music. Losing to Alex Brooks was something I had no problem with. It wasn’t important to me. This was something I wanted. I wanted to show that the Mighty Molluscans were the force to be reckoned with in Exodus Pro, despite our appearance. Two losses under my belt were just not acceptable, and now I was responsible for Octopus’ first loss in the company.
The bright arena lights were starting to hurt my eyes, but fortunately I was soon shielded from them by the shadow of my Orange companion. He leant down towards me.
“Well god damn, Squid” he said, shaking his giant orange head.
I rolled out of the ring and started making my way up the ramp. I could hear some fans sympathising with me, some mocking, others just drunkenly shouting insults for the sake of it. The mood I was in, I just wanted to jump in there and rip their damn heads off but I was already on damage control with management for my actions. Assaulting a fan – who had paid good money for his right to say whatever he or she wanted, no matter how much or a moron it made them sound - would probably rank right up there with their list of fireable offenses. Plus the lawsuit was something I couldn’t be bothered with.
Octopus jogged up behind me and put his arm on my shoulder, but I shrugged him off. Making my way through the curtain, I sent a kick hurtling into the side of a trash can, sending it across the room and scattering its contents everywhere. The backstage staff seemed nervous but I didn’t care.
The people working backstage dispersed from my general direction as fast as they could.
“I can’t believe we fucking lost. I can’t fucking believe it!” I shouted, talking to nobody but myself.
Octopus put his arm on my shoulder again. “You know, I ain’t one to rub things in, but I think saying we lost is a bit unfair” he said with a chuckle.
I knew he was joking but I just didn’t care for it. “We’re better than that, man. We’re better than everyone on this roster. They’re main eventing because we let them. We haven’t even put our foot on the gas, man.” It just didn’t make sense how things were going. “We need to put our foot on the gas.”
“You know he’s not going to be happy though, right?” Octopus said with a concerned tone in his voice.
I sighed. “Dude, I don’t give a fuck how Greg feels.”
Laughter emitted from the big orange head next to me. “You know I’m not talking about Greg.”
I dared “him” to tell me how unhappy he was. I prayed for it.
"He knows the deal. This is our ride, he's a passenger. If he wants to say something, let him, but he isn't going to like the reply he's going to get" I said, surprising myself at how I actually managed to calm myself down.
Octopus laughed. "Well, you know how he is, he's short tempered. Kind of reminds me of someone."
I shrugged it off. I knew he wasn't meaning it as a shot at me, more banter. Still, he was right. His attitude wasn't the best for someone who should be nothing but grateful that we allowed him to come on this journey. He had his reasons just like us for wanting back in to this game. He also had the brains to come up with plans that we completely overlooked. His determination was what drew us to him. He wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted, which was exactly the same as us.
INT. RIMAC Arena. Locker Room.
12.30.12
21:40
“You might look like a fucking clown, but I expect you to get the god damn job done!” his word came at me like a snake with no venom; I just wasn’t intimidated in the least. Like a venom less snake, I was going to show it exactly who was the boss.
Charging over towards him, I grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him up to his feet, kicking away the chair he was sitting on in the process. I swung him violently up against the wall and held him there, moving my giant silver head in to his. I saw his nervous gulp and the beads of sweat begin to form.
Even though it was impossible for us to make direct eye contact, he still tried his best to avoid any with me, staring down at the floor. “I was just—“
“Shut the fuck up.” I interrupted in a calm but stern tone.
Another nervous gulp filled me with some joy.
“What makes you think you can give me orders to get any job done? Do I have to remind you who works for who here? WE have brought you to this dance, not the other way around” I almost whispered, not wanting anybody outside to hear. “Do you not think I wanted things to go differently? You need us, it’s not the other way around, so don’t you fucking dare try and get on my ass about anything that’s going on, do you understand me?”
Octopus moved towards the door and leant back against it, just making sure that if anyone did hear the commotion inside, they weren’t getting through the door.
He nodded his head in agreement with me.
I moved my head in closer. “If you ever – EVER – think you can talk to me like that again, you can call this business deal off, and I won’t treat you in this friendly manner.” I continued, letting go of his clothes.
He straightened up and dusted himself down, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing it at the beads of sweat on his brow.
I took off my Squid head and set it down on the floor. This wasn’t the time for it. I had some thinking to do. My whole EXODUS Pro career was struggling to get off the ground and I didn’t know what to do to get it going. I never lost matches that I wanted to win, absolutely never. I knew I was better than that. I knew I was better than absolutely everybody in the company. I just had to shake the doubts that being out of the game for so long had caught up with me and I wasn’t the same wrestler I used to be.
While I didn’t particularly want him around, I knew when it came to coming up with ideas, he could pitch in. “How about you request Grasshopper in a match?”
It made sense. Grasshopper was the one in the ring illegally. I could put the world to rights, I could bring justice to the person who cheated in the match as well as get my foot on that first rung of the ladder. The fans would eat out of my hand if I put the right spin on it. I couldn’t completely forgive them for how fast they started to turn against me, but I just had to accept the hand I’d been dealt and move on. I made no secret of my short temper and had to hope that over time they’d grow used to it.
I knew I was better than Grasshopper. He put on an exhibition with his Cunny Bug when EXODUS Pro made its debut and I knew that I could go out there and make an exhibition out of him. I didn’t even need to gauge any opinions after the match to understand that people just wouldn’t have faith in me as a competitor anymore. I had to get into the mind of this so called superhero, especially with him being in the March of War gauntlet. I wanted to have him in the mind frame that I was currently in – questioning his abilities.
Getting a match with Grasshopper could have been playing in to our hands. Our paths are going to cross in the future and this was my chance to show that at least one of the Mighty Molluscans was better than one of the Leisureforce. Going in to March of War, if we got put up against them in the Gauntlet, it would give us a huge psychological advantage. Grasshopper would be left with that self-doubt all superheroes seem to have to overcome in the movies.
Although this time it isn’t a movie. And he won’t overcome it.
Some people say don’t look towards the future because you’ll under-estimate what you have in front of you. Personally, I couldn’t help but do that. I was going to beat Grasshopper. There were no ifs, ands or buts about it, he was going to be on his back for the three count and I could continue on my path to becoming one half of the tag team champions. The time for fun and games was over.
“Good idea.” I said, taking a seat.
He rummaged his podgy fingers through his brownish-ginger beard and walked around the room. “Do you think they’d book it, though? I mean, Leisureforce! are unbeaten at the moment, at this rate you’re looking at being against someone like Johnny Cannon.”
While what he said pissed me off, I couldn’t be angry for him being honest with me. I wasn’t too concerned, though. I had a feeling I’d get the match I was hoping for. It made too much sense for it not to be booked. Octopus was having his fling with his Cunny Bug, which only left Grasshopper open. We were hot right now and people were interested. Promoters love their money and we were in the perfect position to give them it.
I laughed out loud to myself. “It’ll happen.”
Octopus walked over to him and dusted off part of his suit that he’d missed. "There you go, champ. I know emotions are a little high, but I want you to know that we are still truly committed to seeing me throw that dick."
He took a seat and placed his hands on his lap. “We’ve already got enough problems with you,” he said. “Thanks to your antics you’ve got to take your mask off. What the hell are you going to do about it?”
Octo laughed. “What do you think I’m going to do? I’m going to take off the mask.”
I shot him a glance. Our masks were our thing, without them we were nothing on this roster. If he took his off, it was essentially the end of the Mighty Molluscans before it even took off.
His orange foam head looked in my direction. He had to have noticed the worried look on my face and I could just tell he was smiling. “Trust me, everything will be fine.”
And you know what? I did trust him.
I picked up my giant silver head and placed it back on. I didn't have time to dwell. It was time to move on and continue to what I wanted. I'd get my match with Grasshopper, and then it was on to make the Mighty Molluscans the tag team champions.
12.30.12
21:15PM
Fuck the match.
It wasn't supposed to fucking go like this. Do they know who the fuck I am? This match should have been over before it even began. They think they can make a mockery of us with their style? They think they're actually in-ring superheroes? Well its time for me to be the anti-hero.
Fuck all of this.
These fans want to lap it all up? Let's see just how much they lap it up when this Leisureforce! is being carried out of here on a fucking stretcher.
I just want to hurt them.
I slid under the bottom rope while Grasshopper was taking care of Octopus. The rage was past boiling point. The time for fun and games was over. I was growing sick of this charade, I was sick of playing with these “superheroes”. I was sick of the fans being behind them while I’m being made out to be the bad guy over “unsportsmanlike behaviour”, yet they were the ones constantly being in the ring illegally. It was time for me to be their justice.
Turn around.
Come on you son of a bitch, it's time for me to be your reckoning. Your judgement has arrived. Your reality check.
Turn the fuck around, Grasshopper.
Throwing that boot into his face was some of the sweetest relief I’d had in such a long time. The anger inside me seemed to fade away. This was done.
I turned around.
Fuck.
INT. RIMAC Arena. Ring.
12.30.12
21:25PM
I opened my eyes to hear the cheering of fans. The only thing in my mind was how cool Guile’s theme was. I couldn’t believe that I didn’t see that kick coming. This fucking Squid head was going to be the death of me. I had to make the eyes bigger or something. For someone who just had their eyes knocked in to the back of their head I was surprisingly okay after I came back to reality.
Slamming my tentacles into the mat, I let out a scream that was drowned out by the fans and the music. Losing to Alex Brooks was something I had no problem with. It wasn’t important to me. This was something I wanted. I wanted to show that the Mighty Molluscans were the force to be reckoned with in Exodus Pro, despite our appearance. Two losses under my belt were just not acceptable, and now I was responsible for Octopus’ first loss in the company.
The bright arena lights were starting to hurt my eyes, but fortunately I was soon shielded from them by the shadow of my Orange companion. He leant down towards me.
“Well god damn, Squid” he said, shaking his giant orange head.
I rolled out of the ring and started making my way up the ramp. I could hear some fans sympathising with me, some mocking, others just drunkenly shouting insults for the sake of it. The mood I was in, I just wanted to jump in there and rip their damn heads off but I was already on damage control with management for my actions. Assaulting a fan – who had paid good money for his right to say whatever he or she wanted, no matter how much or a moron it made them sound - would probably rank right up there with their list of fireable offenses. Plus the lawsuit was something I couldn’t be bothered with.
Octopus jogged up behind me and put his arm on my shoulder, but I shrugged him off. Making my way through the curtain, I sent a kick hurtling into the side of a trash can, sending it across the room and scattering its contents everywhere. The backstage staff seemed nervous but I didn’t care.
The people working backstage dispersed from my general direction as fast as they could.
“I can’t believe we fucking lost. I can’t fucking believe it!” I shouted, talking to nobody but myself.
Octopus put his arm on my shoulder again. “You know, I ain’t one to rub things in, but I think saying we lost is a bit unfair” he said with a chuckle.
I knew he was joking but I just didn’t care for it. “We’re better than that, man. We’re better than everyone on this roster. They’re main eventing because we let them. We haven’t even put our foot on the gas, man.” It just didn’t make sense how things were going. “We need to put our foot on the gas.”
“You know he’s not going to be happy though, right?” Octopus said with a concerned tone in his voice.
I sighed. “Dude, I don’t give a fuck how Greg feels.”
Laughter emitted from the big orange head next to me. “You know I’m not talking about Greg.”
I dared “him” to tell me how unhappy he was. I prayed for it.
"He knows the deal. This is our ride, he's a passenger. If he wants to say something, let him, but he isn't going to like the reply he's going to get" I said, surprising myself at how I actually managed to calm myself down.
Octopus laughed. "Well, you know how he is, he's short tempered. Kind of reminds me of someone."
I shrugged it off. I knew he wasn't meaning it as a shot at me, more banter. Still, he was right. His attitude wasn't the best for someone who should be nothing but grateful that we allowed him to come on this journey. He had his reasons just like us for wanting back in to this game. He also had the brains to come up with plans that we completely overlooked. His determination was what drew us to him. He wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted, which was exactly the same as us.
INT. RIMAC Arena. Locker Room.
12.30.12
21:40
“You might look like a fucking clown, but I expect you to get the god damn job done!” his word came at me like a snake with no venom; I just wasn’t intimidated in the least. Like a venom less snake, I was going to show it exactly who was the boss.
Charging over towards him, I grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him up to his feet, kicking away the chair he was sitting on in the process. I swung him violently up against the wall and held him there, moving my giant silver head in to his. I saw his nervous gulp and the beads of sweat begin to form.
Even though it was impossible for us to make direct eye contact, he still tried his best to avoid any with me, staring down at the floor. “I was just—“
“Shut the fuck up.” I interrupted in a calm but stern tone.
Another nervous gulp filled me with some joy.
“What makes you think you can give me orders to get any job done? Do I have to remind you who works for who here? WE have brought you to this dance, not the other way around” I almost whispered, not wanting anybody outside to hear. “Do you not think I wanted things to go differently? You need us, it’s not the other way around, so don’t you fucking dare try and get on my ass about anything that’s going on, do you understand me?”
Octopus moved towards the door and leant back against it, just making sure that if anyone did hear the commotion inside, they weren’t getting through the door.
He nodded his head in agreement with me.
I moved my head in closer. “If you ever – EVER – think you can talk to me like that again, you can call this business deal off, and I won’t treat you in this friendly manner.” I continued, letting go of his clothes.
He straightened up and dusted himself down, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbing it at the beads of sweat on his brow.
I took off my Squid head and set it down on the floor. This wasn’t the time for it. I had some thinking to do. My whole EXODUS Pro career was struggling to get off the ground and I didn’t know what to do to get it going. I never lost matches that I wanted to win, absolutely never. I knew I was better than that. I knew I was better than absolutely everybody in the company. I just had to shake the doubts that being out of the game for so long had caught up with me and I wasn’t the same wrestler I used to be.
While I didn’t particularly want him around, I knew when it came to coming up with ideas, he could pitch in. “How about you request Grasshopper in a match?”
It made sense. Grasshopper was the one in the ring illegally. I could put the world to rights, I could bring justice to the person who cheated in the match as well as get my foot on that first rung of the ladder. The fans would eat out of my hand if I put the right spin on it. I couldn’t completely forgive them for how fast they started to turn against me, but I just had to accept the hand I’d been dealt and move on. I made no secret of my short temper and had to hope that over time they’d grow used to it.
I knew I was better than Grasshopper. He put on an exhibition with his Cunny Bug when EXODUS Pro made its debut and I knew that I could go out there and make an exhibition out of him. I didn’t even need to gauge any opinions after the match to understand that people just wouldn’t have faith in me as a competitor anymore. I had to get into the mind of this so called superhero, especially with him being in the March of War gauntlet. I wanted to have him in the mind frame that I was currently in – questioning his abilities.
Getting a match with Grasshopper could have been playing in to our hands. Our paths are going to cross in the future and this was my chance to show that at least one of the Mighty Molluscans was better than one of the Leisureforce. Going in to March of War, if we got put up against them in the Gauntlet, it would give us a huge psychological advantage. Grasshopper would be left with that self-doubt all superheroes seem to have to overcome in the movies.
Although this time it isn’t a movie. And he won’t overcome it.
Some people say don’t look towards the future because you’ll under-estimate what you have in front of you. Personally, I couldn’t help but do that. I was going to beat Grasshopper. There were no ifs, ands or buts about it, he was going to be on his back for the three count and I could continue on my path to becoming one half of the tag team champions. The time for fun and games was over.
“Good idea.” I said, taking a seat.
He rummaged his podgy fingers through his brownish-ginger beard and walked around the room. “Do you think they’d book it, though? I mean, Leisureforce! are unbeaten at the moment, at this rate you’re looking at being against someone like Johnny Cannon.”
While what he said pissed me off, I couldn’t be angry for him being honest with me. I wasn’t too concerned, though. I had a feeling I’d get the match I was hoping for. It made too much sense for it not to be booked. Octopus was having his fling with his Cunny Bug, which only left Grasshopper open. We were hot right now and people were interested. Promoters love their money and we were in the perfect position to give them it.
I laughed out loud to myself. “It’ll happen.”
Octopus walked over to him and dusted off part of his suit that he’d missed. "There you go, champ. I know emotions are a little high, but I want you to know that we are still truly committed to seeing me throw that dick."
He took a seat and placed his hands on his lap. “We’ve already got enough problems with you,” he said. “Thanks to your antics you’ve got to take your mask off. What the hell are you going to do about it?”
Octo laughed. “What do you think I’m going to do? I’m going to take off the mask.”
I shot him a glance. Our masks were our thing, without them we were nothing on this roster. If he took his off, it was essentially the end of the Mighty Molluscans before it even took off.
His orange foam head looked in my direction. He had to have noticed the worried look on my face and I could just tell he was smiling. “Trust me, everything will be fine.”
And you know what? I did trust him.
I picked up my giant silver head and placed it back on. I didn't have time to dwell. It was time to move on and continue to what I wanted. I'd get my match with Grasshopper, and then it was on to make the Mighty Molluscans the tag team champions.
