Post by Freakke on Jul 6, 2010 23:16:29 GMT -6
Freakke sat in his van without a shirt or his jacket. His face paint was miraculously untouched by the heat but he was obviously cooking. The air conditioner was blowing on full but still it seemed uncomfortable in the vehicle. He looked to the camera but his open window suddenly had a crackled female voice bombard him.
His attention immediately diverted.
"Welcome to Nacho Hell, how may I take your order?"
"Yeah I'd like ten hard tacos, ten soft tacos, three Orange Mega Freezes, and an order of Nachos."
"Will that be all?"
"Do you guys want anything?"
There was a short silence and then he shrugged.
"Nah, we're good."
"That'll be $32.50."
"OK, then."
"Please pull around to the next window."
Freakke closed the window and sighed with relief as the vehicle began to cool off again. He drummed on his stearing wheel and smirked.
"Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. We need to talk. A lot is going on this week. A few days ago was Independence Day. In a few days it'll be Picture Perfect. I'm still Champ and I have a title defense coming up. Speaking of which, I understand my opponent has a particular quarrel with me. I deserve the animosity he's targeting me with too."
Freakke sighed again, this time in a sorrowful mood.
"Seth, you're right about how I've acted recently but I've put it behind me. I'm done talking about it. I've apologized and that's all you'll get from me. If you want to dig at that wound, then let it fester in your own mind. I'm planning on focusing more plainly on Sunday. Then it won't matter who did what or for what reasons. All that will matter is that two men entered with the intention of going home with a shiny gold belt."
He shrugged and sighed yet again. This time in irritation. They hadn't moved yet.
"Of all the times or places to get stuck."
They did finally move forward but there were still two places between them and the window.
"Anyhow, I suppose it would be a good time to talk about my opponent. We've had some ring history. I'm not proud to say he's beaten me before. In the three matches we shared the ring, I've walked away the loser. When he first joined he pinned me. Simple match, nothing to be ashamed about. Then back when I started my little violent temper tantrum, I let him win a match I could have easily won. I walked out and let my own anger dictate a match's outcome. Then only a few weeks ago, we were on the same team. Yet my luck remained. We both lost then but still I lost in a match involving my opponent this week. I don't believe in coincidence or fate. I don't worry about patterns. Why not you might ask? Simple. It only takes one out of place puzzle piece to ruin it all."
They moved up again and he rolled his head back on the driver's seat.
"Listen, I know I'm not on the hottest streak right now. I know I haven't won since I got the title. I know I haven't beaten Seth Evans. Yet, that's all I care to know. It's all I need to know. It's all I need to know that I want this win more now than I wanted the win that got me the belt in the first place. I know that I want to hoist the belt high in the air one more time and to truly carry the title of X Division Champion with pride and honor."
He was about to continue but the car behind them beeped, urging them to go on. He pulled up and paid for his food before parking in a spot directly in front of the van. He set the food aside and looked at the camera. He had that 'I'm dead serious about this' look to him.
"Seth, I don't know if you believe me or if you understand me when I say what I'm saying but I need to say something before I go today. You don't intimidate me. You don't baffle me. You don't even worry me. I admit that you're a capable wrestler. I acknowledge that you beat me before. I simply refuse to let myself be blinded by what happened only to let it happen again. Seth, I'm coming to Picture Perfect and I'm coming to retain my title. I'm coming to prove that I'm not just another fluke. I'm coming to prove that I am worthy of being a Champion. I'm coming to prove I can beat you."
While glaring into the camera, Freakke reached into the bag and pulled out a Mega Freeze. Without blinking, or looking away, he slurped it loudly. He put the cup down, still glaring seriously.
"Cretins one and all...Till next we speak."
Freakke reached into the bag and tossed the camera man a taco.
"You didn't seriously think I was gonna eat all those did you? Just don't touch my nachos..."
His attention immediately diverted.
"Welcome to Nacho Hell, how may I take your order?"
"Yeah I'd like ten hard tacos, ten soft tacos, three Orange Mega Freezes, and an order of Nachos."
"Will that be all?"
"Do you guys want anything?"
There was a short silence and then he shrugged.
"Nah, we're good."
"That'll be $32.50."
"OK, then."
"Please pull around to the next window."
Freakke closed the window and sighed with relief as the vehicle began to cool off again. He drummed on his stearing wheel and smirked.
"Now, where were we? Oh, yeah. We need to talk. A lot is going on this week. A few days ago was Independence Day. In a few days it'll be Picture Perfect. I'm still Champ and I have a title defense coming up. Speaking of which, I understand my opponent has a particular quarrel with me. I deserve the animosity he's targeting me with too."
Freakke sighed again, this time in a sorrowful mood.
"Seth, you're right about how I've acted recently but I've put it behind me. I'm done talking about it. I've apologized and that's all you'll get from me. If you want to dig at that wound, then let it fester in your own mind. I'm planning on focusing more plainly on Sunday. Then it won't matter who did what or for what reasons. All that will matter is that two men entered with the intention of going home with a shiny gold belt."
He shrugged and sighed yet again. This time in irritation. They hadn't moved yet.
"Of all the times or places to get stuck."
They did finally move forward but there were still two places between them and the window.
"Anyhow, I suppose it would be a good time to talk about my opponent. We've had some ring history. I'm not proud to say he's beaten me before. In the three matches we shared the ring, I've walked away the loser. When he first joined he pinned me. Simple match, nothing to be ashamed about. Then back when I started my little violent temper tantrum, I let him win a match I could have easily won. I walked out and let my own anger dictate a match's outcome. Then only a few weeks ago, we were on the same team. Yet my luck remained. We both lost then but still I lost in a match involving my opponent this week. I don't believe in coincidence or fate. I don't worry about patterns. Why not you might ask? Simple. It only takes one out of place puzzle piece to ruin it all."
They moved up again and he rolled his head back on the driver's seat.
"Listen, I know I'm not on the hottest streak right now. I know I haven't won since I got the title. I know I haven't beaten Seth Evans. Yet, that's all I care to know. It's all I need to know. It's all I need to know that I want this win more now than I wanted the win that got me the belt in the first place. I know that I want to hoist the belt high in the air one more time and to truly carry the title of X Division Champion with pride and honor."
He was about to continue but the car behind them beeped, urging them to go on. He pulled up and paid for his food before parking in a spot directly in front of the van. He set the food aside and looked at the camera. He had that 'I'm dead serious about this' look to him.
"Seth, I don't know if you believe me or if you understand me when I say what I'm saying but I need to say something before I go today. You don't intimidate me. You don't baffle me. You don't even worry me. I admit that you're a capable wrestler. I acknowledge that you beat me before. I simply refuse to let myself be blinded by what happened only to let it happen again. Seth, I'm coming to Picture Perfect and I'm coming to retain my title. I'm coming to prove that I'm not just another fluke. I'm coming to prove that I am worthy of being a Champion. I'm coming to prove I can beat you."
While glaring into the camera, Freakke reached into the bag and pulled out a Mega Freeze. Without blinking, or looking away, he slurped it loudly. He put the cup down, still glaring seriously.
"Cretins one and all...Till next we speak."
Freakke reached into the bag and tossed the camera man a taco.
"You didn't seriously think I was gonna eat all those did you? Just don't touch my nachos..."