Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 19:18:35 GMT
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If he only knew.
He probably thinks he's teaming up with a real Mexican sensation, the next big thing in traditional lucha libre. The hottest new técnico on the block. A sure-fire, can't-miss whopper of a partner.
If he only knew.
If he only knew the guy he's teaming with, the guy he probably sees as an example of what makes a good professional wrestler...was getting regularly trounced in the opening match of one of the biggest and greatest companies around less than six months ago. In fact, I wonder if he ever did watch their product; I know their shows are only available on DVD, but those are widely released. It's perfectly possible that El Vainillo's new friend has caught one of those from back in the spring, seen that little half-pint goober go on his losing streak, and put two and two together.
Still, I have to assume he didn't. I have to assume he sees me as the glue holding together a team consisting of a five-foot-nothing underdog, an overweight vigilante and a puppet. Which I guess I am – after all, it's hard to argue against me as the guy with the most experience, and probably wrestling ability, on my side of the ring.
(I wonder how things are supposed to work with Woody, too, by the way. Is Grin going to be there and move him around? Is one of us supposed to do it? How is either of us supposed to tag with a wooden puppet?)
Anyway, that's not even the biggest of our problems. The biggest of our problems is that across the ring from us will be the Supremo Champion and two of his trigger-happy friends, who – unlike us – won't hesitate to cheat to get their way. And with Tigre just waiting for a chance to get another one over on Grin and even the score...well, let's just say we're starting to look a heck of a lot like cannon fodder.
Still, we can't just give up. We were called on to help Grin at Eggs Over Big Easy, and that's what we'll do. And if I have to get used for glue...well, then I will. What I won't do is let my team down. At least not if I can help it. As long as I can, I'll be out there, fighting, giving it my all. Like I always do, win or lose. And I hope--
'Earth to Walter! What's going on with those fries?'
'Um...sorry, Lyndz. They're coming in a minute.'
'They better be! V-8 here wants his lunch!'
He walks over to her, hands her a carton of fries. 'V-8?'
'That's what I call him. 'Cause his ring name starts with a V and he looks about 8! Get it?'
She giggles, and he looks over at me, grinning. As I lift up my mask to grin back, I once again can't help but think:
If he only knew...
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