Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 13:57:51 GMT
The scene slowly opens to the sign of "Rudo 4 Life", written perhaps on a t-shirt or a tanktop. We hear a loud slurping sound as the camera zooms out and we see D.C. Wiland, indeed dressed in a "Rudo 4 Life" tanktop, enjoying a smoothie on the balcony of his house in Santa Monica.
"Wrestling... is funny sometimes," Deezy says before slurping the last bit of his drink.
"I thought the cards were dealt clearly - El Vainillo is the most popular guy this side of Kevin Spacey and Tiger Mask Red is the fireball throwing ultra-baddie. And then, suddenly, we hit the North, we went to Canada, where El Vainillo beat Tiger to win the Supremo Championship, the prize I set my eyes on. And it all went Bizzaro world from then on, people boo'd the new champ out of the building... Funny how things change."
He throws the empty plastic cup over his head and down from the balcony.
"Sure... The biggest reason for this heat towards the new cham-peen was the geographical placement of our shows. You can't be a hero in Canada if you beat a proud Canadian, buddy. But I know how such things can get under your skin, believe me what I tell you, Jaso-- I mean, Vainillo," he says and winks. "Especially when it gets under the skin of a powerless little midget of a man like you."
Wiland folds his arms across his chest.
"You know you will feel that, El Vainillo. You will walk into Philadelphia, the home of hardcore, the place where they love plucky underdogs who love to flip n' fly, and you will hear all those idiots in the stands chant your name. Support you in your quest of being the very best luchador out there. Yeah, you'll hear them... but still the only thing you'll be able to think of will be the fans in Canada, who boo'd you so loud you couldn't hear your own thoughts, those who were the first to make you feel how much a single man can truly be hated.
When I step into the ring in Philly, people will loathe me. Of course, I'm the guy who despises ultraviolence, their very own style. But the difference is that I don't give a damn what people think. I am Rudo 4 Life," he says, pointing at his tanktop. "And the opinions of a few idiots can never harm me as long as I know how talented and successful I am in that ring. You aren't strong like me. No matter where and under what circumstances we meet, you won't be able to think straight. You will be distracted, afraid... and that's when a mastermind like me will finally... expose you."
As we leave Wiland smiling confidently, the scene fades to black.
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Word Count: 470
"Wrestling... is funny sometimes," Deezy says before slurping the last bit of his drink.
"I thought the cards were dealt clearly - El Vainillo is the most popular guy this side of Kevin Spacey and Tiger Mask Red is the fireball throwing ultra-baddie. And then, suddenly, we hit the North, we went to Canada, where El Vainillo beat Tiger to win the Supremo Championship, the prize I set my eyes on. And it all went Bizzaro world from then on, people boo'd the new champ out of the building... Funny how things change."
He throws the empty plastic cup over his head and down from the balcony.
"Sure... The biggest reason for this heat towards the new cham-peen was the geographical placement of our shows. You can't be a hero in Canada if you beat a proud Canadian, buddy. But I know how such things can get under your skin, believe me what I tell you, Jaso-- I mean, Vainillo," he says and winks. "Especially when it gets under the skin of a powerless little midget of a man like you."
Wiland folds his arms across his chest.
"You know you will feel that, El Vainillo. You will walk into Philadelphia, the home of hardcore, the place where they love plucky underdogs who love to flip n' fly, and you will hear all those idiots in the stands chant your name. Support you in your quest of being the very best luchador out there. Yeah, you'll hear them... but still the only thing you'll be able to think of will be the fans in Canada, who boo'd you so loud you couldn't hear your own thoughts, those who were the first to make you feel how much a single man can truly be hated.
When I step into the ring in Philly, people will loathe me. Of course, I'm the guy who despises ultraviolence, their very own style. But the difference is that I don't give a damn what people think. I am Rudo 4 Life," he says, pointing at his tanktop. "And the opinions of a few idiots can never harm me as long as I know how talented and successful I am in that ring. You aren't strong like me. No matter where and under what circumstances we meet, you won't be able to think straight. You will be distracted, afraid... and that's when a mastermind like me will finally... expose you."
As we leave Wiland smiling confidently, the scene fades to black.
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Word Count: 470