Post by Trey Bouchet on Dec 30, 2020 8:16:35 GMT -5
Speaking Plex Parte
Trey Bouchet is standing there like he’s posing for the Action Wrestling Online Store catalog. He’s wearing a “Deus Plex Machina” shirt and a snapback bearing the AW logo.
“Jimmy James, let’s talk.”
He drags over a chair which he turns around to straddle so you know what he’s got to say is serious.
“Just you and me. No fans. No office. Us: the main suplayers in our little drama.”
He turns the hat around by the brim further demonstrating that this chinwag is going to be super serious.
“How’s your 2020 been, ‘Smash’? Did it live up to your plexpectations? Mine didn’t. Personally, it’s been awesome. All my loved ones have made it through the pandemic so far without even a sniffle, and I’m now engaged to an amazing woman. But as a wrestler? Things have sucked. I mean, signing with AW is a step up from the indy circuit, but I have not been delivering in the ring. My tag team partner vanished. My manager too. Got my shit pushed in by Teo Blaze; even losing a match that was custom designed to see me plexcel. In fact, the only positive thing I’ve got going professionally right now is making a fool out of you.”
The Cajun Catapult gives a half shrug.
“Don’t know why you decided to call me out. You’re a bully, obviously, so maybe you looked at my record and figured I’d be easy pickings. That was… unwise given the result, but I got to admit, you deserve props for doubling and tripling down. Most bullies quit when you give them a good punch in the mouth. Not you. Despite losing big at Turmoil you targeted me at CruiserHavoc, and got eliminated for the trouble. I showed you up a third time at Christmas Chaos, and still you want your pound of flesh, which even with that rigged scale of yours, puts you over the limit.”
Trey leans forward in the chair to emphasize his plext point.
“I’m at my limit with you myself. This can’t go on, big guy. At some point you gotta come to grips with the fact I have your number, and refocus. It’ll consume you if you don’t. Believe me, I’m speaking from plexperience. You think I didn’t want another crack at Blaze after he punked me out three straight? Hell yeah! But I’m not going to turn into Captain Ahab. I’m not going to chase him all over CruiserClash with a quiver full of suplexes paraphrasing lines from ‘Moby Dick’ which would be totally on point because it’s got a bit about the whale being a mask for something worse and Teo leans heavy into that schtick.”
Another shrug and a sheepish grin from the Suplexpert.
“Yeah, I’ve given it some thought. Never followed through. For now I’m happy steering clear of Hell’s heart from which to stab at T. It didn’t end well for Ahab (SPOILERS), and if you want a plexample closer to home look no further than the B Show and one Stuart Slane. Duder’s a frigging mess.”
Bouchet folds his arms against the back of the chair and rests his chin atop them.
“Same thing’s gonna happen to you, Jimmy, if you don’t ease up. This ‘Last Suplex Standing Match’, -whatever it is- will be the end to our rivalry. It’s going to be a hell of a fight; I know that. You’re a powerhouse. You’re nimble for a heavyweight, and take it from the guy who’s had to herk your fat ass up and over multiple times: you are a heavyweight. The fact I still don’t know how we’re plexpected to win makes things even tougher, but I will beat you. And that will be that. You and Dale Dolt can put your heads together and figure out how to move forward- and I will do the same.”
With a nod Trey pushes himself up from the chair to a vertical base.
“Makes sense, right? First CruiserClash of 2021 is the perfect place to start fresh. ‘Last Suplex Standing’ will be the plexclamation point to our story.”
He twists the cap back around, and tips it.