Post by Roddy Zalez - RIP 2021 to 2023 on Dec 14, 2022 12:18:28 GMT -5
As Roddy Zalez slips into his bedroom, he waits for the elevator to come to a complete stop before clicking the ‘emergency’ button.
With the elevator stopped and Doc shouting downstairs, Roddy rips his vest off.
You’re paranoid…
“I’m worried about Kit. My best friend thinks I’m going nuts. I’ve got some…weird entity following me. I’ve still got this blue eye thing happening. And I’m pretty sure Max is getting restless.”
Yeah that all seems bad.
“Oh, and I’m dealing with you.”
What’s the problem with me?
“That is a loaded question.”
We’ve been through this.
“Have we? Because it seems more like you’re an intruder in my life that I can’t get rid of.”
Unfortunately that does seem to be a recurring thing.
“You invading people’s lives?”
Nah, not being able to get rid of me.
Roddy groans.
“Plus, I’ve got this Rumble to deal with. I’m on my last nerve with everything, and the first chance I’ve gotten in months at regaining my crown is in the same match that fucked me over last year.”
Didn’t you enter last?
“Yeah and look how quickly I was tossed out.”
Uh huh.
“I’ve got experience now. I’m hungrier than ever. I’m desperate, determined.”
Yes you sound very convincing…
“What the fuck do you want me to sound like? I’m losing my fucking mind and everyone still expects perfection from me! The Organization trained me to hide my emotions, not forget them!”
Hm. If its any consolation, this isn’t the first existential breakdown I’ve witnessed.
“It’s really not."
Okay, than let’s break this down into littler means.
“What does that even mean?”
Start with the simplest thing: this Rumble you’re in.
“I’ve been in this company for a while now and I’ve proven just how talented I am. Against the best in Two Gents. Against the worst in RWB. Even against nobodies like the Dreamers. There’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to beat them.”
But that’s all about the past. Which is great, probably, but what about the future?
“What do you want me to say? I’m going to win because I’m great? I fucking am. I’m going to win because I’m the best? I fucking am. I am going to win because I want to be the king of everything more than anything and this is my first step towards that? Because I fucking am, Josh. I can not stress how much saying all these truths might be great, but it doesn’t escape the fact that I’m breaking the fuck down.”
Wow that was a lot of fucks.
“It’s all I have to give at this point!”
While that is understandable and also a nice turn of the phrase, let’s figure out the how.
“By tossing everyone out! Being smarter than everyone else! Why do people always expect a soliloquy or a sonnet? We’re wrestling here! It’s not that fucking hard! I’m more worried about figuring out how to survive!”
A gleam of the sun pouring through the window reflects into Roddy’s eyes. He turns quickly and starts shifting his eyes.
“Who was that? Where is he? I’ll fucking kill it!”
Yeah good luck with that.
“If you’re not going to help, than you can leave!”
You’re putting too much thought into the now, again.
“I’m serious! I’ll find a way to find you and then kill you too!”
You’re talented. You’re ambitious. But you’re also losing your fucking mind with everything happen.
“Thank you for the excellent breakdown of my life.”
You’re welcome. I’ve got some advice, too. Advice you’ve heard before and still haven’t fully used.
“What? Conjure a fire into my hand and pretend to sound philosophical while threatening me and someone I care about?”
Nah, but keep that on the backburner, pardon the pun.
“Then what, asshole?”
Use it.
“Use what?”
You can’t see me right now, but imagine I’m doing a vague gesture towards all of you.
“All of me?”
All of this.
“All of wha—oh.”
There’s a pause as the elevator closes, putting this conversation on a brief hold.
“Ohhhh…”
Use this to your advantage, you dingus. What better way to outclass everyone by showing how unpredictable you've become?
“Ummm…”
Rhetorical question.
“Right.”
With the elevator stopped and Doc shouting downstairs, Roddy rips his vest off.
You’re paranoid…
“I’m worried about Kit. My best friend thinks I’m going nuts. I’ve got some…weird entity following me. I’ve still got this blue eye thing happening. And I’m pretty sure Max is getting restless.”
Yeah that all seems bad.
“Oh, and I’m dealing with you.”
What’s the problem with me?
“That is a loaded question.”
We’ve been through this.
“Have we? Because it seems more like you’re an intruder in my life that I can’t get rid of.”
Unfortunately that does seem to be a recurring thing.
“You invading people’s lives?”
Nah, not being able to get rid of me.
Roddy groans.
“Plus, I’ve got this Rumble to deal with. I’m on my last nerve with everything, and the first chance I’ve gotten in months at regaining my crown is in the same match that fucked me over last year.”
Didn’t you enter last?
“Yeah and look how quickly I was tossed out.”
Uh huh.
“I’ve got experience now. I’m hungrier than ever. I’m desperate, determined.”
Yes you sound very convincing…
“What the fuck do you want me to sound like? I’m losing my fucking mind and everyone still expects perfection from me! The Organization trained me to hide my emotions, not forget them!”
Hm. If its any consolation, this isn’t the first existential breakdown I’ve witnessed.
“It’s really not."
Okay, than let’s break this down into littler means.
“What does that even mean?”
Start with the simplest thing: this Rumble you’re in.
“I’ve been in this company for a while now and I’ve proven just how talented I am. Against the best in Two Gents. Against the worst in RWB. Even against nobodies like the Dreamers. There’s no reason I shouldn’t be able to beat them.”
But that’s all about the past. Which is great, probably, but what about the future?
“What do you want me to say? I’m going to win because I’m great? I fucking am. I’m going to win because I’m the best? I fucking am. I am going to win because I want to be the king of everything more than anything and this is my first step towards that? Because I fucking am, Josh. I can not stress how much saying all these truths might be great, but it doesn’t escape the fact that I’m breaking the fuck down.”
Wow that was a lot of fucks.
“It’s all I have to give at this point!”
While that is understandable and also a nice turn of the phrase, let’s figure out the how.
“By tossing everyone out! Being smarter than everyone else! Why do people always expect a soliloquy or a sonnet? We’re wrestling here! It’s not that fucking hard! I’m more worried about figuring out how to survive!”
A gleam of the sun pouring through the window reflects into Roddy’s eyes. He turns quickly and starts shifting his eyes.
“Who was that? Where is he? I’ll fucking kill it!”
Yeah good luck with that.
“If you’re not going to help, than you can leave!”
You’re putting too much thought into the now, again.
“I’m serious! I’ll find a way to find you and then kill you too!”
You’re talented. You’re ambitious. But you’re also losing your fucking mind with everything happen.
“Thank you for the excellent breakdown of my life.”
You’re welcome. I’ve got some advice, too. Advice you’ve heard before and still haven’t fully used.
“What? Conjure a fire into my hand and pretend to sound philosophical while threatening me and someone I care about?”
Nah, but keep that on the backburner, pardon the pun.
“Then what, asshole?”
Use it.
“Use what?”
You can’t see me right now, but imagine I’m doing a vague gesture towards all of you.
“All of me?”
All of this.
“All of wha—oh.”
There’s a pause as the elevator closes, putting this conversation on a brief hold.
“Ohhhh…”
Use this to your advantage, you dingus. What better way to outclass everyone by showing how unpredictable you've become?
“Ummm…”
Rhetorical question.
“Right.”
