Post by raj banerjee wrestling fan on Jun 9, 2022 11:12:22 GMT -5
Following disastrous attempts to film a promo for Raj's huge Evolution 5 entanglement with Lázaro Vicente in a Tap or Pass Match, his OnTourRaj gather desperately, heads together to get their boy's mind in the game.
Team Meeting
"You said we would leave him out of this. He's too dangerous!"
Within a close huddle outside of the studio, anguished whispers are exchanged. Viola addresses Xan's concerns.
"Yeah, but what's more dangerous is Raj getting humiliated out there and all of our contracts being terminated. Raj needs us! Unfortunately, our expertise can't bring him to the right mental state to win this gruelling match. This once, we need to put his welfare secondary to him faring well. Desperate times call for desperate measures."
"And this scrapes the bottom of the darkest barrel."
The others nod reluctantly as Viola makes a call.
"SEND HYDE!"
Take Five
"helloooo???is anybody their???i getting lonely in h... EURGHHHHH!"
Raj is charged and slammed against the wall by the Aggression Alchemist, Hyde Abraxas manifesting out of nowhere like a pernicious poltergeist. Raj shudders as Hyde roars in his ear.
"LET THAT FACKIN' HATRED OUT, LITTLE CUNT!"
Raj gulps. Quivering, he forces any words out.
"eeydolow i will beet u like egg.ooh egg very nice.especiali anda bhurji.u like it???"
"SHUT IT. MURDER THE BLOODY ARSEHOLE, GUVNA'! VERBALLY EVISCERATE 'IS BOLLOCKS!!!!"
He tightens his grip.
"ok ok eeydolow u have bad smel and..."
His eyes dart around before going eerily still and staring intently into nowhere. The aura in the room becomes tangibly polluted by pervasive trauma.
His voice deepens. An unearthly scowl animates his face.
"Lázaro, what an utter disarray of contradictions you are. You gatekeep an industry you never mastered... what gives you the right? Wrestling can't be possessed, you puffed up simpleton. How dare you diminish Raj Banerjee's dream because you've spent worthless years working hard not smart, shedding needless blood only to uphold your vainglorious pride and machismo. You don't know who the hell I am! This is your 'destiny' because of what your ancestors achieved? Looks more like 'privilege' to me, entitled scumbag. If you're so intent on following in the legacy you deserve to inherit, I'll drown you in your own excrement."
Hyde backs away in trepidation. The rest of the OnTourRaj, staring through the glass doors, cautiously shuffle back into the studio. They ponder an intervention but none have the courage.
"Crikey, bit 'arsh mate."
"Not as harsh as what I'll inflict on YOU, El ídolo De Oro. Tapping or passing will be a mercy I'll permit but the suffering and indignity I pour endures beyond any submission. The Vicente name and Lucha Libre lineage will forever be blotted with the stain of penance I enact upon you. Should you dare to pick up the broken shards of your so-called destiny, they'll only further lacerate your fallen pride."
"TAP OR PASS? No difference. Your beloved 'Mija' will immediately tap on your behalf as she'll see you're well out your depth and sinking fast. Your El Dorado will prove purgatory rather than paradise as I ensure your remaining time on earth is spent wallowing in pity to compensate for your arrogant posturing. You'll regret ever laying a hand on that poor, "super fan" Raj Banerjee."
"After Evolution, least you'll finally leave a worthwhile heirloom behind for young Izzy - humility! Perpetual shame included in the deal. You're welcome."
The OnTourRaj, now assembled at the back of the studio, appear stunned, chilled and maybe even a little... impressed at what they just witnessed. Something lightens in the air and Raj's demeanour softens to normality - eyes soften, brows unfurrowing, jaws loosened into regular gawping expression, his posture flimsy and limp. It's as though nothing happened. He grins quizzically at his aides' collective horror.
"so guys u want go 4 furnish me ice creem and shrimp?its evo time babbbbyyyyyyy"
He exits, bouncing on tiptoes like an excitable child. The OnTourRaj hang around to debrief.
"Great work, Abraxas" Zamari remarks, offering him a fist bump.
"That weren't me, geezer. That... definitely... weren't... me" Hyde proclaims ominously...
Team Meeting
"You said we would leave him out of this. He's too dangerous!"
Within a close huddle outside of the studio, anguished whispers are exchanged. Viola addresses Xan's concerns.
"Yeah, but what's more dangerous is Raj getting humiliated out there and all of our contracts being terminated. Raj needs us! Unfortunately, our expertise can't bring him to the right mental state to win this gruelling match. This once, we need to put his welfare secondary to him faring well. Desperate times call for desperate measures."
"And this scrapes the bottom of the darkest barrel."
The others nod reluctantly as Viola makes a call.
"SEND HYDE!"
Take Five
"helloooo???is anybody their???i getting lonely in h... EURGHHHHH!"
Raj is charged and slammed against the wall by the Aggression Alchemist, Hyde Abraxas manifesting out of nowhere like a pernicious poltergeist. Raj shudders as Hyde roars in his ear.
"LET THAT FACKIN' HATRED OUT, LITTLE CUNT!"
Raj gulps. Quivering, he forces any words out.
"eeydolow i will beet u like egg.ooh egg very nice.especiali anda bhurji.u like it???"
"SHUT IT. MURDER THE BLOODY ARSEHOLE, GUVNA'! VERBALLY EVISCERATE 'IS BOLLOCKS!!!!"
He tightens his grip.
"ok ok eeydolow u have bad smel and..."
His eyes dart around before going eerily still and staring intently into nowhere. The aura in the room becomes tangibly polluted by pervasive trauma.
Maami! The blood! All that blood! Won't the screams stop? NOT AGAIN! NOT AGAIN! Make them stop!!!!!!!!! ... Silence.
His voice deepens. An unearthly scowl animates his face.
"Lázaro, what an utter disarray of contradictions you are. You gatekeep an industry you never mastered... what gives you the right? Wrestling can't be possessed, you puffed up simpleton. How dare you diminish Raj Banerjee's dream because you've spent worthless years working hard not smart, shedding needless blood only to uphold your vainglorious pride and machismo. You don't know who the hell I am! This is your 'destiny' because of what your ancestors achieved? Looks more like 'privilege' to me, entitled scumbag. If you're so intent on following in the legacy you deserve to inherit, I'll drown you in your own excrement."
Hyde backs away in trepidation. The rest of the OnTourRaj, staring through the glass doors, cautiously shuffle back into the studio. They ponder an intervention but none have the courage.
"Crikey, bit 'arsh mate."
"Not as harsh as what I'll inflict on YOU, El ídolo De Oro. Tapping or passing will be a mercy I'll permit but the suffering and indignity I pour endures beyond any submission. The Vicente name and Lucha Libre lineage will forever be blotted with the stain of penance I enact upon you. Should you dare to pick up the broken shards of your so-called destiny, they'll only further lacerate your fallen pride."
"TAP OR PASS? No difference. Your beloved 'Mija' will immediately tap on your behalf as she'll see you're well out your depth and sinking fast. Your El Dorado will prove purgatory rather than paradise as I ensure your remaining time on earth is spent wallowing in pity to compensate for your arrogant posturing. You'll regret ever laying a hand on that poor, "super fan" Raj Banerjee."
"After Evolution, least you'll finally leave a worthwhile heirloom behind for young Izzy - humility! Perpetual shame included in the deal. You're welcome."
The OnTourRaj, now assembled at the back of the studio, appear stunned, chilled and maybe even a little... impressed at what they just witnessed. Something lightens in the air and Raj's demeanour softens to normality - eyes soften, brows unfurrowing, jaws loosened into regular gawping expression, his posture flimsy and limp. It's as though nothing happened. He grins quizzically at his aides' collective horror.
"so guys u want go 4 furnish me ice creem and shrimp?its evo time babbbbyyyyyyy"
He exits, bouncing on tiptoes like an excitable child. The OnTourRaj hang around to debrief.
"Great work, Abraxas" Zamari remarks, offering him a fist bump.
"That weren't me, geezer. That... definitely... weren't... me" Hyde proclaims ominously...