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| Grimnir | Dec 3 2010, 03:22 AM Post #1 |
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"...And this is when he said he was going to go put the ukulele up the guy's ass. Well, suffice to say since a uke is quite a terrible instrument to have anywhere, much less up one's backside, he cried and told the man he was being terrible! You had to be there though; the expression on his face was priceless!" I had no idea what the man told me other than he was amusing himself to no end with his idle prattle. The drool dangling from the corner of his mouth as he wondered off into another contrived insult trail flapped in the breeze, forcing me to focus in on him instead of what he attempted to tell me. This is sort of like listening to BBD and Shame on the microphone every day. Naturally, I managed to "earn" my way into a fan convention of the wrestling industry held in Las Vegas this week. I could have said no and left to see the museum on foreign crap particles of famous musicians whose name began with the letter Q but I accepted the offer of one of the lawyers of sVo instead. I did recall something about being good for my career and a way for sVo to get exposure to those people not familiar with the federation but the statement sort of left my brain after the third man dressed in skin tight Night tights and a mask stood at the sVo booth, allowing me to see the fruit and nuts he smuggled in. Needless to say, it wasn't much. "Evil masked Grimnir, bane of the sVo fan and locker room alike! Do you know who I am?" The Night fan said. "I'm guessing you're the one who managed to escape out of the insane asylum last night?" "No! I am sVo's greatest World Heavyweight champion, nominated the best wrestler of 2010 and patron to all fans young and small!" I had to bite my tongue to not lash out with bitter laughter at the man. While I understood the devotion to a wrestler, I also knew there was a fine line between a fan and being obsessed to the point of insanity. I suppose this is why the word was shortened from fanatic. I looked at the fan and strained to see the resemblance before uttering the first name popping to my mind. "Anti-Hero?" The fan stopped, his jaw agape for a few moments before shaking his head and snapping off a quick Night pose, his flabby arms jiggling like a tub of jello. "I am the man who will make sure you pay for all of your crimes against sVo, Grimnir, I am... THE NIGHT!" I watched as the man waddled away, the folds of his stomach and back rippling over the tights as he turned the corner and tried to challenge another wrestler from a different organization. I heard the girlish scream of agony and the crowd laughing as they all rushed over to point at the scene unfolding. I just shook my head and sighed, knowing the fan just challenged Amos' wife over at the CWA booth. The poor girl; must have been like looking into the future and seeing your loved one surprise you without a towel on after a shower. At least I am not the only one suffering this indignity. I yawned, stretching my arms as I tried to scan the area for a way out. Instead, all I saw were people dressed as their favorite wrestler or sporting their t-shirts expressing their love. There were a few fans getting into scuffles here and there, the allegiances to the Company and the Mavericks spilling over to the fans in general. This would tear the federation apart if it kept up any longer, the fans would kill each other first and then who would pay for my mask repair fees? It was at this point I managed to get trapped by the uke obsessed man in front of me. I tried to get away from him but no matter where I moved, he wanted to assault me with his inane story until my head exploded. He really was like BBD, wasn’t he? "What are you going to do after Season's Beatings when you don't have your mask on there, my man? Have you put any thought into it?" The man said. "I can't say I have, I know what might happen but I will have to play it by ear." "You should to go out to the ring with a prop! I have a suggestion; a ukulele would do you wonders! It would get you in with the burgeoning chap-hop scene and all of the hot hipsters who find rapping gentlemen ironic. Just imagine! Pith helmets, khaki jeans and pipe; your face could be on everything from tea cups to pots and even tea bags! Think about it, the crowd chanting 'tea bag' as they throw them at your opponents!" I thought for a moment, not sure where to go with this. The man clearly had some issues with life or else he wouldn't be in a place like this, spouting off about chap-hop. One thing from his inane line of questions did hit me though, what would I do once the mask came off? It was no secret I couldn't have gotten this far without it on in the first place. I had to trick everyone on staff and in the locker room into even letting me into the arena, much less into the country. The world tour helped out a lot because I didn't have to wrestle with the pretenses about who I was along with the history I left behind. What would happen to the man underneath after the mask came off? There would be a backlash, of course. Granted, not many people were around when the incident happened but I would hate to take the chance and upset another place of business with my actions. I already upset the other affiliated federations, whether through my success or my mouth running at full speed. I think this event was my penance for it. I had to be on my guard. "You know, we already have a wrestler like that in sVo. His name is James Von Drake, he tea bags his wife every time he walks out to the ring. I think it might be different than what you were thinking but it is neither here nor there. I am sure I will do just fine without the mask on, I did all right before it and I will do even better without it. I managed to get people to think of the skill I have in and out of the ring, not the name associated with it." I said. "Very funny indeed, I have to admit! You have quite the way with words! Tell me, what about this match up with Equinox? Do you have anything to say about him teaming up with your opponents?" Great, this guy had to be a wrestling geek to the point he remembered every detail of every show. I barely even remembered the moment as I was trying to get away from the men who wanted my mask even after putting down the sub-clause. Their actions spoke louder than anything they told me while trying to ruin my career: they were threatened by my presence. More than the mind games, more than the ability to slip away from their grasp. It was the primal fear of something unknown who might get the better of you. I didn't think I had the sort of power to make two of the company's superstars afraid of me. The real question turned out to be would Equinox be afraid of me? "I don't know why he would go to the extent of teaming up with the Mavericks other than making a point to the Company and his former tag team partner Colt Cooper. If he had a bone to pick with me, he would have come out with the Mavericks with his bat in tow and tried to do something with it." "What do you think it means then?" The man said. "Battle lines are being drawn, the Company versus the people outside their reach. While they might get stronger with the addition of key people, they aren't powerful forever. Plenty of people in the back will plan on making their name in being a thorn in the side of the Company. People like the Mavericks and Equinox." "Are you one of those people as well?" "I think I might be one of the hottest free agents on the market if this keeps up. I have no affiliation between either team. If I manage to walk out of Season's Beatings with the title around my waist, I will expect flowers and candy from everyone." "I guess it means you are going to have your hands full against the former Las Vegas champion and tag team champ." "Not at all, in fact I think I will have it easier than you think. Equinox has more to worry about than yours truly. He managed to get the attention of the Company while I haven't. He needs to have more than the two eyes in his head and this is where I can get the upper hand. All it takes is one moment of distraction and then it is one boot to the jaw before it's over." The man shook his head slowly, either overcome with how simple it was or upset at how I wasn't taking this serious enough. I looked at him with a wary eye, wondering what he would do next. A few tense seconds later, I regretted not popping the man in the mouth with a good, stiff right jab. "You know what Joseph looks like when he walks out there with the bat? He looks like a cricket player! I am telling you, he is spot on for the greatest cricket player of our day! Let me tell you about the man and how his stance changed how we bowl to each other!" I hate conventions. |
![]() sVo Record: 12 - 1 - 1 Las Vegas Title (8/29/10 - 11/7/10) Longest Reigning Las Vegas Champion - 70 days Highest sVo Power Ranking: 5th (11/3/10) Wrestler of the Month: October 2010 Is the masked legend over? Stay tuned! | |
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