Post by Roddy Zalez - RIP 2021 to 2023 on Dec 18, 2021 0:55:42 GMT -5
Roddy Zalez leans on the wall in a filthy alley behind a convenience store he normally wouldn’t ever find himself at.
But somebody had to take a piss…
“Fuckin Doc. The mayor’s limo is running…”
He glances over to their…entourage, not that you’d think that given their loose, dirty attire that matches the décor of the shitty alley rather well.
One of them flicks their zippo a couple times. A small flame forms.
It dissipates soon after, showcasing the age of said zippo as he fails to light his cigarette.
Roddy’s right eye twitches.
he stares into the fiery pit through the window
“Failure is a funny thing to experience. I’ve done it a couple times, but I can’t say that it’s a thing I’ve become accustom with.
I mean, the only failure I’ve gone through on CruiserClash has been a couple nothing matches, and even then, I rarely took the pin.
But beyond that, I’ve been a dominant force on my path to my destiny since I signed the biggest contract AW had seen in a long time.
And all of it led up to the first step towards that destiny: winning the Cruiserweight Tag Team Titles.
I’d say I failed to hold onto them, but…”
The zippo flicks.
The flame forms.
The flame snaps away.
The right eye twitches.
“…is it really my fault if I’m being put through the announce table after the match, after the title was STOLEN from me? Yeah, real nice boss there, way to steal a title I earned.
What, is this suddenly a communist regime? I know we’re all used to dictators since the Mud regime, but shit, might as well call Torture a potato because he’s a dick tater.
What kind of boss strips a champion of their championship just to redistribute it in a clusterfuck environment?
Rhetorical question: one who doesn’t understand value.
Because nobody on AW, with a period at the end, is as valuable an asset…as The Young Dynasty.
In my six months here I’ve been on a tear unlike anybody this brand has ever seen. I’ve won against numerous wrestlers of various skill and ability, I was the second ever X Champ, beating the inaugural one a week after she won it, and I won the Cruiserweight Tag Team Titles on my very…first…shot.
And then, to top everything off, I’ve beaten the current Cruiserweight Champion twice—two different champs, AND…I won the right to enter CruiserHavoc last.
Because it’s what I deserve for having my championship unfairly stripped from my person.”
Flick.
Form.
Snap.
Twitch.
“Since apparently neither Torture or whatever soul is running CruiserClash in Biggs’ continued absence doesn’t understand how things work, you win matches to earn shots. Normally, when facing a champion in a non-title match, the idea is that a victory means you should be in contention for said title.
What kind of idiot decided that the two people who deserve it more than the rest of the roster should compete in the Cruiserweight Clusterfuck as their ‘shot’?
Rhetorical question: the same penis potato who has decided that my destiny has a detour straight through Vegas.
Oh, don’t get anything twisted. Me entering last and taking advantage of you unlucky morons is ALL I’ll need to claim this brand’s top title.
Don’t believe me? Just ask Red, White, and Bruised.
Ask Two Gents.
Ask JC Keeton or Terra Walker.
Ask Azurine Vebbins.
Name, after name, after name that has dominated this brand for so long, that by the time people like myself or Kit have arrived and started dominating…we’ve already passed you by.
And when you whip your head back and forth, trying to figure out what you missed, just look up…and you’ll see me raising that title above my head…because the throne is mine, the crown is mine, and my destiny…has begun.
And if my destiny…runs right through the CruiserClash roster, then…well…just feel free to kiss my boots while you’re down there.”
Flick.
“Just get another fucking lighter!”
The man in question opens his mouth, dropping the unlit cigarette on the ground. Doc exits the store, ignoring Roddy as they approach the limo by the curb.
“Fuck it! Just…let’s go!”