Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2016 16:59:26 GMT
The promotional video opens inside D.C. Wiland's house in Santa Monica. We get a close view of the wall where The Main Man puts all the titles and trophies he's won. The camera zooms in a bit closer and finds the title that is in Wiland's possesion, while not officially his, the Pollomania Golden Egg Championship.
"Beautiful, isn't it? And all mine," a familiar voice proclaims as the camera zooms out again, just in time to catch D.C. Wiland himself walk into the scene, dressed in jeans and his new Bestest in the World t-shirt.
"After the latest episode of Pollo Estrel, there should be no dispute when it comes to the question - Who rules Pollomania? Myself and Holly Guacamole made an absolute joke of your so-called champions and medal holders, La Cucaracha and Ursula Areano. The show ended just like every Pollomania show should end - with The Usual Rudos, the people from the Dynasty Wrestling School, standing tall over their enemies. That is exactly the picture that myself, Tiger Mask Red and Holly Guacamole will paint you, come the end of Cinco de Mayo. But let's not talk about the Mexican Deathmatch and the Estrel Medal match, alright? Let's get to... our business."
Wiland takes the Golden Egg title and slings it over his right shoulder.
"This thing right here," he taps on the belt twice, "is the branding iron intended for the best bull in the herd. The next big thing. Looking across the Pollomania roster, you must know there is no bigger thing than myself. And that wasn't just a one-liner about my enormous penis. Although... ah, no, back on track. Really, no disrespect to the talent relations guy in Pollomania, but after he hired a fat superhero and a guy we are supposed to believe is a space monster, even he must feel that D.C. Wiland is the best thing he has. But these guys in the offices scoff over me and rather cheer La Cucaracha, the rookie, the goofy underdog."
He shakes his head and sighs.
"La Cucaracha. Words can't describe how good you are... But numbers can. And numbers say 4/10 at best. Because while you boast to be the actual Golden Egg Champion, while you make fun of me and genuinely everything in our business... you are still a subject to the real overlord that is myself. You managed to shake my position atop this company, and congratulations on that, but one fluke victory will not put you in my spot. No matter how much the people in the arena cheer you and will you on. If there's a lesson I learned, it's that people don't care about the protagonists and antagonists, they simply like a show. They applauded your coronation... Just like they will applaud your beheading."
Wiland shoots one last, angered look towards the camera and the scene slowly fades to black.
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"Beautiful, isn't it? And all mine," a familiar voice proclaims as the camera zooms out again, just in time to catch D.C. Wiland himself walk into the scene, dressed in jeans and his new Bestest in the World t-shirt.
"After the latest episode of Pollo Estrel, there should be no dispute when it comes to the question - Who rules Pollomania? Myself and Holly Guacamole made an absolute joke of your so-called champions and medal holders, La Cucaracha and Ursula Areano. The show ended just like every Pollomania show should end - with The Usual Rudos, the people from the Dynasty Wrestling School, standing tall over their enemies. That is exactly the picture that myself, Tiger Mask Red and Holly Guacamole will paint you, come the end of Cinco de Mayo. But let's not talk about the Mexican Deathmatch and the Estrel Medal match, alright? Let's get to... our business."
Wiland takes the Golden Egg title and slings it over his right shoulder.
"This thing right here," he taps on the belt twice, "is the branding iron intended for the best bull in the herd. The next big thing. Looking across the Pollomania roster, you must know there is no bigger thing than myself. And that wasn't just a one-liner about my enormous penis. Although... ah, no, back on track. Really, no disrespect to the talent relations guy in Pollomania, but after he hired a fat superhero and a guy we are supposed to believe is a space monster, even he must feel that D.C. Wiland is the best thing he has. But these guys in the offices scoff over me and rather cheer La Cucaracha, the rookie, the goofy underdog."
He shakes his head and sighs.
"La Cucaracha. Words can't describe how good you are... But numbers can. And numbers say 4/10 at best. Because while you boast to be the actual Golden Egg Champion, while you make fun of me and genuinely everything in our business... you are still a subject to the real overlord that is myself. You managed to shake my position atop this company, and congratulations on that, but one fluke victory will not put you in my spot. No matter how much the people in the arena cheer you and will you on. If there's a lesson I learned, it's that people don't care about the protagonists and antagonists, they simply like a show. They applauded your coronation... Just like they will applaud your beheading."
Wiland shoots one last, angered look towards the camera and the scene slowly fades to black.
(Word Count: 485)