Post by Roddy Zalez - RIP 2021 to 2023 on Dec 10, 2021 20:07:22 GMT -5
Roddy Zalez is seen sitting in his office. The one in the Palace of Paradise overlooking the beach and an excellent view of the skyline of Tampa.
Right now, the sunset of the beautiful city is something that Roddy is keeping an eye on.
"And then at that point…boom?"
Kitsumi turns towards Roddy, tilting her head and smiling wider.
"Boom."
His right eye twitches.
The oranges of the sunset…
Doc takes out the newspaper, handing it to Roddy.
Roddy looks at the cover.
His eyes widen so quickly that his Raybans fall down onto the crown of his nose.
…the flames…
Roddy takes out his Raybans. He puts them over his eyes as he stares into the fiery pit through the window.
He turns around, his eyes ignoring the sun and hoping to ignore whatever feelings are inside him. He looks at his desk, smirking when he notices the letter of acceptance from the city’s mayor.
“I’m not one for regrets Karlie.”
Roddy sniffs once, taking the Mayor’s letter and stuffing it inside the pocket in his vest.
“I…uh…”
He scratches his nose—
Roddy tosses the newspaper through the open window. Chinami follows it as it falls into the flames.
“—I blew up a high school. I’ve managed to take control of the gangs and police in Tampa. I’ve got the Mayor nearly in the palm of my hand.
Point is: I don’t really do ‘regrets.’
But I do have one.
Uprising.
You and I fought for the first time…and I, unsurprisingly, came out victorious.
But that wasn't the end of it.
Looking back, I would've instead taken out the perennial failure of CruiserClash, saved everyone some time.
Which will always…be…you.
It’s nothing personal, but I’m getting tired of finding ourselves in that ring.
The first time it was simple. You had (somehow) earned a shot at my X Title. It was a tune-up match to test how my reign would go.
You lost.
The next time we faced it was September 13 at American Made, a 3-way with the perpetually fucked Adler. A match that you had zero reason being in, but somehow managed to convince the authority to give you another shot.
You lost…and taking the pin proves it.
The last time we saw each other in that ring was a month ago in the main event of CruiserClash.
I’ve called you and Nikki the stalwarts of this brand, and I hope you don’t take that as a compliment, because the two of you have done nothing of note in the last six months to have even deserved a spot in that contenders match, let alone a main event match.
I’m not against giving people opportunities, but it wasn’t The Heritage in that match or the Luchas…it was the failures of the Cruiserweights: Karlie and Nikki, and Karlie, you are the worst failure of them all.”
Roddy reaches the elevator, pressing a button and waiting for its rise.
“I have been on a dominant streak, and the Tag Team Title I hold is more than enough proof of that.
Win after win after win, and Karlie, you know more than most…what it’s like to lose when it matters the most.
And if we’re fighting for the final slot—a slot that Kit and I have earned by pinning the last two Cruiserweight Champions—than quite frankly Karlie…we’re just wasting everyone’s time.
Karlie Nash has not earned the final slot, and if she can somehow beat me, than she still hasn’t done enough to warrant that position.
Karlie could win the Cruiserweight Title before CruiserHavoc…and quite frankly…she’d still be lucky to even get an entrance in the match.”
The elevator dings and opens. Roddy enters, turning around and staring one last time at the sunset.
His right eye twitches.
“I’m the Young Dynasty. Winning this match is the next step towards my destiny. And by entering last at CruiserHavoc…just like this acceptance letter from the Mayor…it’s not only destiny that’s going to drive you towards another failure.
At this point…it’ll be your fate.”
The elevator closes, cutting off the blazing view of the skyline.