Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 21:01:45 GMT
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If he only knew.
He probably thinks he's teaming up with a real hero, someone who has more to offer than just good intentions, who's done more for the greater good than find old short-sighted Mrs. Johnson's 'lost' cat napping across the road.
If he only knew.
If he only knew the guy he's teaming with, the guy he probably sees as an equal, as deserving of main-eventing a wrestling show as he is...is nothing but a fat dork who keeps trying to become a professional wrestler and getting laughed back to his Mom's basement. In fact, I wonder if he ever watched those other places' product. I know their shows were localized, but hey – maybe they played them in Mexico. It's perfectly possible that Owl Man's cool new tag partner has seen him go on both his losing streaks and put two and two together.
Still, I have to assume he didn't. I have to assume he sees me as a valuable ally in a team consisting of an awesome técnico, a fatass in a homemade costume and a puppet. Which I guess I am – after all, without me, this would basically be a 1-on-3 handicap match.
(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?)
Still, that's not even the biggest of our problems: the biggest of our problems is the fact that he's seeing us as Batman and Robin, but that guy in the tiger mask was right – we're more like Fatman and Robin. And Fatman and Robin may not be able to beat the well-oiled and cheat-happy villains on the other side of the mat. Right now, we're looking a heck of a lot like cannon fodder.
Still, I can't just give up. I was called on to help El Vainillo and Woody at Eggs Over Big Easy, and that's what I'll do. I'll take my chance at a Main Event and use it. And if I have to take one for the team...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, 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!'
I walk over to her and hand 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 I look over at him, grinning. He lifts up his mask and grins back, and I once again can't help but think:
If he only knew...
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