Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2015 5:52:22 GMT
“Computer,” I said, “give me a dossier on this Hayden Sensation character.”
“Accessing data, Captain,” she responded, as I leaned back in my navigational chair and enjoyed the bottle of spring water I’d just opened. “Hayden Sensation; began wrestling as a career in 2014, has shown promise, but entitled attitude hinders career progression.”
“I see,” I responded, “I’m entering the communications deck, prepare recording equipment.”
“Yes, Captain.”
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{Begin feed.}
{The room is an elaborate, high-tech dream come to life; with flickering lights and buttons as far as the eye can see. And standing in the middle of it all is the imposing form of The Last Argonaut, Wildstar D. Hands akimbo, the masked man tilts his head to one side and begins his speech.}
Wildstar D:
Well, the Three Cups Chicken tournament didn’t go as well as I’d hoped, and my men and I found ourselves outdone, once again, by El Tigre de Jengibre and his minions. Since then, Marksman has decided that Sentinel II requires more training before going back out into the ring, so I am once again alone… which suits me just fine. I’m not here to rely on people in a field of battle where individual battle reigns supreme, and I’m confident in my abilities, that they will take me to the top of Pollomania in due time.
{The Star Blazer cracks his knuckles.}
Wildstar D:
Which leads me to the next opponent in my way, one Hayden Sensation, a man who seems to carry with him the weight of hindered potential. A man who is not where he should be, because his own ego stalls him, and yet, insists that he is a bonafide face of the future.
{He chuckles.}
Wildstar D:
Never heard anything of him back in my time, so that should tell you something.
But it doesn’t matter, because he’s on a hot streak now, while I’m still reeling from a hard loss in the tournament semifinal. So while he’s trying to retain that momentum, I’m trying to stake my claim to climb the ranks here… and what better way to do that than by beating some humility into this spoiled little pretty boy?
{A grin crosses his lips as he shrugs.}
Wildstar D:
Yeah, Hayden… you’re good, even if your ability is limited by your inflated sense of self, but you’re about to tussle with a hungry fighter in Wildstar D, someone who has a LOT more to prove than you at this point, and it doesn’t bode well for you and that ego. I’ll be glad to let a little air out of it for you in El Paso, and maybe it won’t be so humiliating for you to explain how “some lame spaceman” made you look like a fool.
Until then, kid…
{Fade to black.}
“Accessing data, Captain,” she responded, as I leaned back in my navigational chair and enjoyed the bottle of spring water I’d just opened. “Hayden Sensation; began wrestling as a career in 2014, has shown promise, but entitled attitude hinders career progression.”
“I see,” I responded, “I’m entering the communications deck, prepare recording equipment.”
“Yes, Captain.”
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{Begin feed.}
{The room is an elaborate, high-tech dream come to life; with flickering lights and buttons as far as the eye can see. And standing in the middle of it all is the imposing form of The Last Argonaut, Wildstar D. Hands akimbo, the masked man tilts his head to one side and begins his speech.}
Wildstar D:
Well, the Three Cups Chicken tournament didn’t go as well as I’d hoped, and my men and I found ourselves outdone, once again, by El Tigre de Jengibre and his minions. Since then, Marksman has decided that Sentinel II requires more training before going back out into the ring, so I am once again alone… which suits me just fine. I’m not here to rely on people in a field of battle where individual battle reigns supreme, and I’m confident in my abilities, that they will take me to the top of Pollomania in due time.
{The Star Blazer cracks his knuckles.}
Wildstar D:
Which leads me to the next opponent in my way, one Hayden Sensation, a man who seems to carry with him the weight of hindered potential. A man who is not where he should be, because his own ego stalls him, and yet, insists that he is a bonafide face of the future.
{He chuckles.}
Wildstar D:
Never heard anything of him back in my time, so that should tell you something.
But it doesn’t matter, because he’s on a hot streak now, while I’m still reeling from a hard loss in the tournament semifinal. So while he’s trying to retain that momentum, I’m trying to stake my claim to climb the ranks here… and what better way to do that than by beating some humility into this spoiled little pretty boy?
{A grin crosses his lips as he shrugs.}
Wildstar D:
Yeah, Hayden… you’re good, even if your ability is limited by your inflated sense of self, but you’re about to tussle with a hungry fighter in Wildstar D, someone who has a LOT more to prove than you at this point, and it doesn’t bode well for you and that ego. I’ll be glad to let a little air out of it for you in El Paso, and maybe it won’t be so humiliating for you to explain how “some lame spaceman” made you look like a fool.
Until then, kid…
{Fade to black.}