Post by Guillotine (QDT) on Nov 5, 2018 21:48:47 GMT -5
As "The Chad Who Loved Me" by Mansun (x2 speed) fades out, "The Guillotine" Quixote Della Torre enters through the curtain into the staging area with a fatigued but cool stride. His skin has been dyed yellow and he's busy picking out bits of rice from his hair. Papa Giacomo is similarly stained and his suit is wrecked but he doesn't seem to care. He projects a beaming smile in pride at his son's debut victory and number 1 contendership to the 201 & Fun Title.
Backstage officials give Qui high fives and pats on the back. He reciprocates with equal friendliness. The delightful Jenna Bauer rushes over for a post match interview, managing to retain her effortless glamour despite nearly tripping in her high heels. Quixote offers his hand for her to shake.
Jenna Bauer: Hi I'm...
Quixote: Pleasure to meet you, Jenna.
He shakes her hand and then gently contorts it so her fingers are facing the floor. He calmly kisses the back of her hand as if it's the most natural thing in the world. She blushes. He lifts up her wrist and twirls her on the spot. She giggles then quickly composes herself with a look of feigned professional annoyance.
Jenna Bauer: About your match...
Quixote: You know, I watched the sun go down at the lagoon in Nanuya Levu, Fiji earlier this year. It was ineffably beautiful. I've got a similar feeling right now meeting you.
Her cheeks are increasingly red but she no sells it.
Jenna Bauer: Of course, you've just won a shot at Jaice Wilds' 201 & Fun Title.
Quixote: I don't usually smell of curry, you know.
Jenna Bauer: There was a lot of Indian food out there.
Quixote: There was. I feel like I've got a whole menu in my hair. I was going to take you out for dinner but maybe we'll stay in and have a takeaway.
Jenna Bauer (laughing): I've eaten but thanks. A win on your debut. How are you feeling?
Quixote: Maybe all the spices have gotten to my brain Jenna but I think I love you. Let's run away together and start an Alpaca farm in the hills.
Papa Giacomo: Quixote! Enough flirting. Answer her questions. Sorry Jenna.
Quixote: What was the question again? Oh yes, how I feel. I'm thrilled. It was an absolute slugfest. Attacks were coming from all angles. Everyone kept up the frenetic pace. Not only did I need to not get beat myself, I had to break up pinfalls on others and somehow isolate Vasillis for the win. All that and we were bombarded by an onslaught of curry too! Teddy Geisel's as quick as a Bugatti and relentless in everything he does. Spicy Jr. might seem comedic but he knows his way around a wrestling ring and is much more cunning than he lets on. "Knight Mair" has some of the hardest punches I've had the displeasure of receiving. You know what, though, I underestimated Preston Edwards. Make no mistake, I will not do that a second time. The lad has tremendous potential. I come away with so much respect for the 201 & Fun division. Think we just stole the show.
Jenna Bauer: Speaking of respect, Jaice Wilds seemed perturbed that you ignored him out there.
Quixote: That was Jaice Wilds?! I thought he was just an overzealous member of the ring crew. Then again, I did have a piece of Chicken Balti in my eye.
Papa Giacomo: You didn't intentionally disrespect him?
Quixote: Of course not Papa. You've taught me better than that. I don't know why he came in the ring. If he was trying to intimidate me, no way would I not stand up and look him in the eyes. He could have just wanted to congratulate me I guess. How did he seem to you?
Papa Giacomo: I don't think his intentions were positive. Let's just say that.
Quixote: Well hey, seeing as the camera is here, let me just address Jaice Wilds. Is that OK, Jenna?
Jenna Bauer: Sure.
Quixote: Thanks principessa.
Della Torre shuffles to the side and forward so he can speak directly into the camera.
Quixote: Jaice, QDT here. Looking forward to meeting you. First let me apologise. I have no interest in embarrassing you outside of a wrestling match. Whatever you planned to say or do to me, please know that I wasn't trying to back down or dis you. Our showdown is set for the 18th November at Turmoil for your 201 & Fun Championship and it will be an honour to go toe to toe with you. You first came to my attention in 2011 when I was 12 years old, marvelling at video clips of a daring rookie tearing up REBEL Pro, wrapping your torso in barbed wire and teaming with my then favourite wrestler, Kris Klondike. Of course, when Papa saw what I was watching, he turned it off... but that wasn't the last I saw of you. I caught you a few years later when you were running with that Duff Côte d'Ivoire fella. You've come a long way since then. You're a different proposition now. More mature, seasoned even. Some say you've lost your edge, that you're consumed with doubt, reluctance and ambivalence. I say that you're in chrysalis. You're so close to self discovery but you still have shards of your protective shell cocooning you away from the fullness of who you can be.
You aren't besieged by evil spirits anymore so stop calling out to them. You are not the Dark Spectre. Reconciling your darkness with your light doesn't make you complete. It keeps you conflicted. LIGHT drives out darkness, not more darkness. You know, I recognise something good within you. You have the potential to be a gentleman that can lead others into greater plains of existence but so far you're much more willing to embrace the so called homicidal, suicidal illusion that lurks within you than step up to the plate and be someone BETTER. It takes more valour to be decent than to be a demon.
So, respectfully, consider this an invitation. I know it's going to be hard for you because it looks like I publicly blanked you tonight. It seems that I disrespected you and your instinct might be to save face by berating me, attacking me, bringing the dynamic between us down into "turmoil". Vengeance is the predictable move, the weak play. I challenge you to take the high road.
In the next two weeks, we could be at each other's throats all the way to Turmoil. We could trade insults and threats. Or we could just talk like I'm doing now. We can get to know each other. We don't have to be friends but I would like the opportunity to see you beyond the mask of Action Wrestling rival. If we go into our match blinded by rage, we won't have our eyes open and be attentive to the masterpiece that we can make together at Turmoil. I believe we can challenge each other as wrestlers and as men. We can grow.
I'm known as The Guillotine because I cut through the bullshit clichés of hatred and pride. I don't walk the halls of egoic mirrors that most of this roster roam through. Will you take this journey with me or will we just revert to the tough guy wrestler trope? We can do better than that, Jaice. We can be better.
He turns back to Jenna with a striking stare that brings the crimson hue back to her cheeks.
Quixote: Add me on Instagram, beautiful, and we'll go get a McFlurry. (turning back to the camera) I'm talking to Jenna, not you Jaice. Just so you know. But I'd happily buy you a McFlurry too. Though I'm guessing you're more of a Filet-O-Fish and Happy Meal kinda guy.
Papa Giacomo: What is this Instagram I hear so much about?
Jenna Bauer: You don't know what Instagram is?
Papa Giacomo: Sounds like a stripper at a fast food joint. No, I don't know what Instagram is, nor do I care to. I suppose you could say I'm a vinyl guy in a... err Blu-Ray world, or whatever it is you kids listen to these days. All this social media and modern culture is sucking the life out of this generation. You all date behind screens these days. Romance is dead. Men are boys and women are depressed.
Quixote: Papa, you're ranting again. Jordan Peterson called, he wants his gimmick back... and that's no joke, bucko.
Papa Giacomo: I know. Let's go home and tidy our rooms.
Jenna Bauer: Thank you and congratulations QDT on the victory tonight.
As they walk off, Quixote blows Jenna a kiss and mouths "McFlurry" with a thumbs up. She smiles as we fade to black.
Backstage officials give Qui high fives and pats on the back. He reciprocates with equal friendliness. The delightful Jenna Bauer rushes over for a post match interview, managing to retain her effortless glamour despite nearly tripping in her high heels. Quixote offers his hand for her to shake.
Jenna Bauer: Hi I'm...
Quixote: Pleasure to meet you, Jenna.
He shakes her hand and then gently contorts it so her fingers are facing the floor. He calmly kisses the back of her hand as if it's the most natural thing in the world. She blushes. He lifts up her wrist and twirls her on the spot. She giggles then quickly composes herself with a look of feigned professional annoyance.
Jenna Bauer: About your match...
Quixote: You know, I watched the sun go down at the lagoon in Nanuya Levu, Fiji earlier this year. It was ineffably beautiful. I've got a similar feeling right now meeting you.
Her cheeks are increasingly red but she no sells it.
Jenna Bauer: Of course, you've just won a shot at Jaice Wilds' 201 & Fun Title.
Quixote: I don't usually smell of curry, you know.
Jenna Bauer: There was a lot of Indian food out there.
Quixote: There was. I feel like I've got a whole menu in my hair. I was going to take you out for dinner but maybe we'll stay in and have a takeaway.
Jenna Bauer (laughing): I've eaten but thanks. A win on your debut. How are you feeling?
Quixote: Maybe all the spices have gotten to my brain Jenna but I think I love you. Let's run away together and start an Alpaca farm in the hills.
Papa Giacomo: Quixote! Enough flirting. Answer her questions. Sorry Jenna.
Quixote: What was the question again? Oh yes, how I feel. I'm thrilled. It was an absolute slugfest. Attacks were coming from all angles. Everyone kept up the frenetic pace. Not only did I need to not get beat myself, I had to break up pinfalls on others and somehow isolate Vasillis for the win. All that and we were bombarded by an onslaught of curry too! Teddy Geisel's as quick as a Bugatti and relentless in everything he does. Spicy Jr. might seem comedic but he knows his way around a wrestling ring and is much more cunning than he lets on. "Knight Mair" has some of the hardest punches I've had the displeasure of receiving. You know what, though, I underestimated Preston Edwards. Make no mistake, I will not do that a second time. The lad has tremendous potential. I come away with so much respect for the 201 & Fun division. Think we just stole the show.
Jenna Bauer: Speaking of respect, Jaice Wilds seemed perturbed that you ignored him out there.
Quixote: That was Jaice Wilds?! I thought he was just an overzealous member of the ring crew. Then again, I did have a piece of Chicken Balti in my eye.
Papa Giacomo: You didn't intentionally disrespect him?
Quixote: Of course not Papa. You've taught me better than that. I don't know why he came in the ring. If he was trying to intimidate me, no way would I not stand up and look him in the eyes. He could have just wanted to congratulate me I guess. How did he seem to you?
Papa Giacomo: I don't think his intentions were positive. Let's just say that.
Quixote: Well hey, seeing as the camera is here, let me just address Jaice Wilds. Is that OK, Jenna?
Jenna Bauer: Sure.
Quixote: Thanks principessa.
Della Torre shuffles to the side and forward so he can speak directly into the camera.
Quixote: Jaice, QDT here. Looking forward to meeting you. First let me apologise. I have no interest in embarrassing you outside of a wrestling match. Whatever you planned to say or do to me, please know that I wasn't trying to back down or dis you. Our showdown is set for the 18th November at Turmoil for your 201 & Fun Championship and it will be an honour to go toe to toe with you. You first came to my attention in 2011 when I was 12 years old, marvelling at video clips of a daring rookie tearing up REBEL Pro, wrapping your torso in barbed wire and teaming with my then favourite wrestler, Kris Klondike. Of course, when Papa saw what I was watching, he turned it off... but that wasn't the last I saw of you. I caught you a few years later when you were running with that Duff Côte d'Ivoire fella. You've come a long way since then. You're a different proposition now. More mature, seasoned even. Some say you've lost your edge, that you're consumed with doubt, reluctance and ambivalence. I say that you're in chrysalis. You're so close to self discovery but you still have shards of your protective shell cocooning you away from the fullness of who you can be.
You aren't besieged by evil spirits anymore so stop calling out to them. You are not the Dark Spectre. Reconciling your darkness with your light doesn't make you complete. It keeps you conflicted. LIGHT drives out darkness, not more darkness. You know, I recognise something good within you. You have the potential to be a gentleman that can lead others into greater plains of existence but so far you're much more willing to embrace the so called homicidal, suicidal illusion that lurks within you than step up to the plate and be someone BETTER. It takes more valour to be decent than to be a demon.
So, respectfully, consider this an invitation. I know it's going to be hard for you because it looks like I publicly blanked you tonight. It seems that I disrespected you and your instinct might be to save face by berating me, attacking me, bringing the dynamic between us down into "turmoil". Vengeance is the predictable move, the weak play. I challenge you to take the high road.
In the next two weeks, we could be at each other's throats all the way to Turmoil. We could trade insults and threats. Or we could just talk like I'm doing now. We can get to know each other. We don't have to be friends but I would like the opportunity to see you beyond the mask of Action Wrestling rival. If we go into our match blinded by rage, we won't have our eyes open and be attentive to the masterpiece that we can make together at Turmoil. I believe we can challenge each other as wrestlers and as men. We can grow.
I'm known as The Guillotine because I cut through the bullshit clichés of hatred and pride. I don't walk the halls of egoic mirrors that most of this roster roam through. Will you take this journey with me or will we just revert to the tough guy wrestler trope? We can do better than that, Jaice. We can be better.
He turns back to Jenna with a striking stare that brings the crimson hue back to her cheeks.
Quixote: Add me on Instagram, beautiful, and we'll go get a McFlurry. (turning back to the camera) I'm talking to Jenna, not you Jaice. Just so you know. But I'd happily buy you a McFlurry too. Though I'm guessing you're more of a Filet-O-Fish and Happy Meal kinda guy.
Papa Giacomo: What is this Instagram I hear so much about?
Jenna Bauer: You don't know what Instagram is?
Papa Giacomo: Sounds like a stripper at a fast food joint. No, I don't know what Instagram is, nor do I care to. I suppose you could say I'm a vinyl guy in a... err Blu-Ray world, or whatever it is you kids listen to these days. All this social media and modern culture is sucking the life out of this generation. You all date behind screens these days. Romance is dead. Men are boys and women are depressed.
Quixote: Papa, you're ranting again. Jordan Peterson called, he wants his gimmick back... and that's no joke, bucko.
Papa Giacomo: I know. Let's go home and tidy our rooms.
Jenna Bauer: Thank you and congratulations QDT on the victory tonight.
As they walk off, Quixote blows Jenna a kiss and mouths "McFlurry" with a thumbs up. She smiles as we fade to black.