Post by Soldado Fortuna on Mar 19, 2021 23:26:30 GMT -5
We open on a poker table at the casino inside the Sahara. The entire table is covered with a cloth, with Victoria Richardson and Soldado Fortuna standing behind the table]
"What happened? I had a front row seat to the whole thing and from where I was standing, it was Soldado that was beating your ass all over the arena. You want to talk about pain, I can only imagine the pain you were feeling when Soldado hit you with the Liberator. That is not simply a throwaway move for Soldado, as he is fully aware of the damage that move is capable of causing...yet he had no hesitation hitting it on you CJ. Why?"
“You disrespected him. You talked about him like he was beneath you, merely a warm body for you to take out some frustration on and prove how dangerous you were. You overlooked him CJ and you paid for it dearly...you’re just lucky Soldado didn’t chose to inflict further damage upon you”
“I’d imagine the physical pain probably paled in comparison to the mental anguish you felt when you came to and were notified that not only had you lost but you had failed to do anything to Soldado that you had spouted so confidently and arrogantly that you would. Then again, perhaps you are becoming more immune to this feeling of failure CJ. You failed to become number one contender for the Cruiserweight title. You failed to win the Battlebowl. Now, you’ve failed to beat my client one on one. You’re fast becoming something of a specialist in failure, CJ. I just wonder how The Following are going to react should this trend continue”
A smirk crosses Victoria’s face
“Actually, come to think of it, where were your Following brethren last week? After all, there were no rules so there was no reason why they couldn’t have helped one of their own. I can understand that they, like you, foolishly deemed the match a mere formality for you and thought you’d be able to handle it solo. But when it was becoming painfully obvious to you and them that you were in deep shit...they remained conspicuous in their absence”
“Of course, you wouldn’t outwardly admit to your failure, CJ. You are too predictable for that. I already know what you’ll chalk last week up to...”
Victoria removes the cloth off the table with a flourish, revealing chips that have been arranged to spell out a single, five-letter word: Fluke
“Ah yes, a fluke, the catchcry of the vanquished when they were so supremely confident going in. Tell me, Soldado, what do you think of this idea that your win last week was just a fluke?”
Without warning, Soldado proceeds to flip the poker table, sending the mass of chips crashing to the floor below. The table soon joins them, landing on top of the scattered chips. Victoria smiles
“I know that win wasn’t a fluke. I also know that you know that win wasn’t a fluke, CJ. You simply won’t admit that we got the better of you because to do so would be to show a crack in this hard exterior you’re trying to masquerade”
“So now we have been afforded the chance to double our winnings by beating you a second time. For us, we have already proven our point. Soldado beat CJ one on one with nobody else involved in the match. He out-fought, out-toughed, outsmarted him and proceeded to fold CJ’s neck up like an accordion. This match is simply an opportunity to continue where we left off last week. We put a crack in this facade you are trying to pass off CJ. This week, we tear the entire facade down”
“Typically, the words “submission match” and “luchador” are not found in the same sentence, for the word luchador conjures images of masked men dazzlingly the crowd by flying around the ring, acting more like showmen than wrestlers. All those moves are flashy but are hardly going to get their opponent to tap out”
“But, as Soldado has proven in his time here, my client is far from a traditional luchador. This submission match is right in his wheelhouse. He loves nothing more than to methodically target his opponent's limbs, contorting them into un-unnatural positions, all setting up for Soldado to deliver the killer blow, leaving his opponent writing in pain and with no choice but to tap lest they keep their limb intact. Most other luchadors would be shitting bricks at having to improvise submissions. My luchador is chomping at the bit to unleash his arsenal of submissions that’ll tap you out CJ”
“When Soldado forces you to submit, CJ, it will not merely be a sign that you can no longer withstand the pain being inflicted on you, it will be a resignation on your part. Resignation to the fact that Soldado Fortuna has definitively proven he is the better man. Resignation that my client should be the next contender to the Cruiserweight throne. Resignation that this notion of you as the man this division needs at the head of the table is nothing more than a fallacy”
“We are the ones with the control here CJ. You are merely a gambler hoping to turn his misfortune around. We are the house...and in this city...the house always wins”
Victoria pulls a pair of dice out from her pocket and tosses them in the air. Soldado emphatically catches them in mid-air, giving them no chance to land. He proceeds to toss the dice to the floor, as he and Victoria walk away. The camera lowers to the pan floor and zooms in on the dice, revealing how they landed on the floor: