Post by Katta Pult on Apr 1, 2021 1:46:59 GMT -5
Most legendary of legends, HOF’er Katta Pult, pilots her golden HOF helicopter because she can do all things through the Plex which strengthens her. Eat your heart out Flop.
”You can’t be serious, Orret.”
He’s riding shotgun, eating a candy bar.
”Serious as a coronary thrombosis. You need to milk Wade Brilliant up to be a threat. Media idiots will roll with anything a sports-star says, which means if they spread him as a threat, he’ll be thought of as one. Then when you beat him, well, hehehe, all the more impressive.”
He continues nibbling on the candy bar that’s almost bigger than he is.
”I went from being inducted into the prestigious Hall of Fame to inducting Trey Boushame into the Hall of Shame to… this? I’m supposed to sell Wade as a threat? Come on.”
Orret regales her with more of his wisdom as she brings the helicopter into descent for a landing.
”But how? I have no idea what the guy’s saying when he’s sputtering spit-words on camera. I tried using google translate and subtitles but it was useless.”
The large gathering of people below scatter because she’s nowhere near a helipad.
”Out of eight competitors in his match at Timebomb, he’s the one who got pinned. He got knocked out and sent to the hospital by some random disgusting roid body at a gym the week before that. Orret, the guy's one pound over the weight limit to compete on Cruiser Clash. How’s he even getting away with that?”
Orret shrugs and mutters something about Jimmie Smash.
”I’ll do the best I can.”
She lands the helicopter onto some vehicles, crushing them, in the parking-lot of the All Access Fan Venue near the Bourbon Arena in Nashville, where Cruiser-Clash is set to take place.
”Get that politician face on Miss Olympic Booty.”
She adjusts her golden HOF jacket and plexes the helicopter door off its hinges after exiting with Orret beside her. She’s immediately clobbered by the media and fans asking her a million questions. To her surprise the fans are wearing pro-Katapult attire and cheering for her. Of course those fans were paid for by Orrett under the table. Kat high fives them and has to gain aid from security to push through the bulwark of bodies and step onto the podium. They calm down as she pushes her $620 designer sun shades onto her head and steps to the microphone.
”Nashville, you’re welcome for me being here today. This is a beautiful city and it’s fitting that we be joined here under the radiance of my Hall of Fame aura. I’m basically the female Lockhart except infinitely more skilled and sexier times ten as you know, right? Now let’s just get right into the meat and taters of why we’re here.”
She thumbs herself.
”Me.”
Not Timebomb. Not Regan Vorhees winning the Cruiserweight title. Not Mintzel’s and NATE’s feel-good moment.
”I’m set to face my biggest challenge to date in my litany of legacy in Action Wrestling. I’m facing a tough young Minnesotan named Wade Brilliant.”
She fakes a slightly worried expression. The assembly are already chiming in with talk that contradicts her statements about his worthiness.
”How dare you try to talk over your Hall of Fame legend and insult my opponent too! Let me tell you something about Wade Brilliant.”
They quiet down. She hesitates.
”His confusing speeches and overall behavior is a tactic used to lull his opponents into thinking he’s John Blade reborn. But I’m not fooled. His performance at Timebomb is a perfect example. It was a chaotic 8-way match and he held on long enough that Gabrielle got pinned instead of him.”
They try to correct her but she waves them off.
”Some have sullied him for getting knocked out in the gym. Come to find out he's actually been doing face-toughening exercises using people's fists and simply over-trained. That’s dedication. That’s a dangerous man. He’s gonna be motivated to knock off a HOF’er. He’s had a lot of pain in this past, but I vow that he’s got a lot of pain in his future come Monday!”
Tony Stark cool salute.
End.
”You can’t be serious, Orret.”
He’s riding shotgun, eating a candy bar.
”Serious as a coronary thrombosis. You need to milk Wade Brilliant up to be a threat. Media idiots will roll with anything a sports-star says, which means if they spread him as a threat, he’ll be thought of as one. Then when you beat him, well, hehehe, all the more impressive.”
He continues nibbling on the candy bar that’s almost bigger than he is.
”I went from being inducted into the prestigious Hall of Fame to inducting Trey Boushame into the Hall of Shame to… this? I’m supposed to sell Wade as a threat? Come on.”
Orret regales her with more of his wisdom as she brings the helicopter into descent for a landing.
”But how? I have no idea what the guy’s saying when he’s sputtering spit-words on camera. I tried using google translate and subtitles but it was useless.”
The large gathering of people below scatter because she’s nowhere near a helipad.
”Out of eight competitors in his match at Timebomb, he’s the one who got pinned. He got knocked out and sent to the hospital by some random disgusting roid body at a gym the week before that. Orret, the guy's one pound over the weight limit to compete on Cruiser Clash. How’s he even getting away with that?”
Orret shrugs and mutters something about Jimmie Smash.
”I’ll do the best I can.”
She lands the helicopter onto some vehicles, crushing them, in the parking-lot of the All Access Fan Venue near the Bourbon Arena in Nashville, where Cruiser-Clash is set to take place.
”Get that politician face on Miss Olympic Booty.”
She adjusts her golden HOF jacket and plexes the helicopter door off its hinges after exiting with Orret beside her. She’s immediately clobbered by the media and fans asking her a million questions. To her surprise the fans are wearing pro-Katapult attire and cheering for her. Of course those fans were paid for by Orrett under the table. Kat high fives them and has to gain aid from security to push through the bulwark of bodies and step onto the podium. They calm down as she pushes her $620 designer sun shades onto her head and steps to the microphone.
”Nashville, you’re welcome for me being here today. This is a beautiful city and it’s fitting that we be joined here under the radiance of my Hall of Fame aura. I’m basically the female Lockhart except infinitely more skilled and sexier times ten as you know, right? Now let’s just get right into the meat and taters of why we’re here.”
She thumbs herself.
”Me.”
Not Timebomb. Not Regan Vorhees winning the Cruiserweight title. Not Mintzel’s and NATE’s feel-good moment.
”I’m set to face my biggest challenge to date in my litany of legacy in Action Wrestling. I’m facing a tough young Minnesotan named Wade Brilliant.”
She fakes a slightly worried expression. The assembly are already chiming in with talk that contradicts her statements about his worthiness.
”How dare you try to talk over your Hall of Fame legend and insult my opponent too! Let me tell you something about Wade Brilliant.”
They quiet down. She hesitates.
”His confusing speeches and overall behavior is a tactic used to lull his opponents into thinking he’s John Blade reborn. But I’m not fooled. His performance at Timebomb is a perfect example. It was a chaotic 8-way match and he held on long enough that Gabrielle got pinned instead of him.”
They try to correct her but she waves them off.
”Some have sullied him for getting knocked out in the gym. Come to find out he's actually been doing face-toughening exercises using people's fists and simply over-trained. That’s dedication. That’s a dangerous man. He’s gonna be motivated to knock off a HOF’er. He’s had a lot of pain in this past, but I vow that he’s got a lot of pain in his future come Monday!”
Tony Stark cool salute.
End.