Post by ktotheb on Aug 23, 2017 3:08:25 GMT
We cut in from black to reveal the face of one Leoncio de Soto. The shaky nature of the camera combined with the upward angle of the shot tells us that the pirate of Phoenix Wrestling is holding the camera for himself.
“¿Qué Huele? It’s me, Leoncio de Soto, the punchline de la Broma Negra, self-proclaimed breaker of limbs, plunderer of booty, and-”
He winks.
“-not a half-bad professional wrestler.”
There’s a rather subdued chuckle to Rugido after he says this. He clears his throat, then raises the camera up to eye level.
“Now, on the topic of booty, plunder and riches. It’s the one thing any self-respecting pirate finds himself striving for more than anything, it’s a fine constant that just doesn’t change, Water is wet, the sky is blue, and treasure is always the first thought on a Pirata’s mind when he or she gets up with a pounding, world-ending rum-induced hangover and it’s their last thought before they turn in at the end of a long day sharpening their cutlasses and breathing in the fresh, sea-salty air.”
He scratches the stubble on his chin.
“So chavos, imagine how this Buccaneer must feel then being afforded his first chance to go for a title within Phoenix Wrestling. I have to admit, I’m excited, I’m thrilled, I’m tingling with so much anticipation I wanted to ride La Broma Negra and fire off the cannons in the spirit of the Queen Anne in celebration. {i]Rugido[/i] a champion? Best believe I want this.”
Leoncio cocks his head to the side slightly.
“However, as confident as I am in my abilities, and as good as I know I am in that ring, I’m not the type to merely state that I can’t wait for that title to grace my stellar abs and move forward. First I have to wrestle, fight, and win it from it’s current champion, aaaaaaaaand… well honestly, I know for certain that will be no small feat.”
De Soto’s smile dims slightly.
“Anastasia Starling… the songbird. The type of wrestler many a pendejo has thought as just being a girl playing at being a professional wrestler, right before she makes an even bigger fool of them. Current status - at least that I care about - the Rising Phoenix Champion”
He pauses to nod.
“Anastasia, I have to admit you might not be taking me seriously, after all my victories thus far in PW have revolved around a veritable ’who’s that?’ of the roster and one disqualification win that almost saw me re injured were it not for the quick thinking of one chica, in Faith. Honestly I wa surprised to find myself with this title shot. So when I went on social media to address you, I did so out of respect, for you, for the company, and for the fact that I was getting this opportunity that almost anybody - especially you as el campeón - could argue that I haven’t earned.”
He raises his free hand as though to halt an imaginary outburst.
“Now… I know, given my propensity for tall tales and even bigger boasts that sometimes what I say seems, insincere. I want to take this moment to make it absolutely known, Ana, that I’m not here to lump you in with the likes of the pizados in the collective, I don’t associate you with Fin and Twin - as entertaining as they are - and I certainly don’t think you share anything in common with that baboon Ryan Graves.”
He points into the lens.
“No, Anastasia, I’m taking you one-hundred percent seriously. Not just because this is my first chance at a title in this company, but because you are absolutely worth giving my best to. You are definitely the biggest challenge I’ll have faced in that ring come Redemption 111 and the fact that you’re defending? Te hace mejor”
A sigh escapes his lips before his trademark roguish grin spreads across his face.
“When you see me next though, walking that rampway and standing between those ropes though, I just want you to know that the respect for you as a wrestler, and opponent, and as a Campeón is there, because once that bell rings that fact is going to be hard to recall. I’m going to turn off the charm, I’m going to let the mask the Punchline de la Broma Negra wears because he doesn’t need to be a violent, blood-thirsty tyrant 99% of the time, and I’m going to unleash the real thing, the true dread pirate de Soto, the Legacy of Benito, and I’m going to drag the bird down into the depths, beneath the crashing waves a bloody frothing waters of MY domain, where your wings won’t matter for shit… where my cannons and cutlasses rule supreme”
The smile leaves as he nods into the lens intensely.
“I won’t be doing it because I’m a monster, I won’t be doing it because I can, I’ll be doing it because I respect you, but that respect has never, and WILL NEVER keep any self-respecting pirate from flying the black flag to ensure that when the sun sets over that blue horizon the treasure we’ve set our sights on is ours, be it surrendered willingly-”
His smirk is far less charming this time.
“-which I know you will never allow to happen. Or if it’s taken, violently. So I guess I’ll see you at Redemption 111, Anastasia...and we’ll see if the bird gets her wings clipped, or I end up shark chum.”
Leoncio doesn’t manage to contain the smirk and wink as one last comment occurs to him.
“... keep that booty warm for me, Ana.”
With that we cut to black.
“¿Qué Huele? It’s me, Leoncio de Soto, the punchline de la Broma Negra, self-proclaimed breaker of limbs, plunderer of booty, and-”
He winks.
“-not a half-bad professional wrestler.”
There’s a rather subdued chuckle to Rugido after he says this. He clears his throat, then raises the camera up to eye level.
“Now, on the topic of booty, plunder and riches. It’s the one thing any self-respecting pirate finds himself striving for more than anything, it’s a fine constant that just doesn’t change, Water is wet, the sky is blue, and treasure is always the first thought on a Pirata’s mind when he or she gets up with a pounding, world-ending rum-induced hangover and it’s their last thought before they turn in at the end of a long day sharpening their cutlasses and breathing in the fresh, sea-salty air.”
He scratches the stubble on his chin.
“So chavos, imagine how this Buccaneer must feel then being afforded his first chance to go for a title within Phoenix Wrestling. I have to admit, I’m excited, I’m thrilled, I’m tingling with so much anticipation I wanted to ride La Broma Negra and fire off the cannons in the spirit of the Queen Anne in celebration. {i]Rugido[/i] a champion? Best believe I want this.”
Leoncio cocks his head to the side slightly.
“However, as confident as I am in my abilities, and as good as I know I am in that ring, I’m not the type to merely state that I can’t wait for that title to grace my stellar abs and move forward. First I have to wrestle, fight, and win it from it’s current champion, aaaaaaaaand… well honestly, I know for certain that will be no small feat.”
De Soto’s smile dims slightly.
“Anastasia Starling… the songbird. The type of wrestler many a pendejo has thought as just being a girl playing at being a professional wrestler, right before she makes an even bigger fool of them. Current status - at least that I care about - the Rising Phoenix Champion”
He pauses to nod.
“Anastasia, I have to admit you might not be taking me seriously, after all my victories thus far in PW have revolved around a veritable ’who’s that?’ of the roster and one disqualification win that almost saw me re injured were it not for the quick thinking of one chica, in Faith. Honestly I wa surprised to find myself with this title shot. So when I went on social media to address you, I did so out of respect, for you, for the company, and for the fact that I was getting this opportunity that almost anybody - especially you as el campeón - could argue that I haven’t earned.”
He raises his free hand as though to halt an imaginary outburst.
“Now… I know, given my propensity for tall tales and even bigger boasts that sometimes what I say seems, insincere. I want to take this moment to make it absolutely known, Ana, that I’m not here to lump you in with the likes of the pizados in the collective, I don’t associate you with Fin and Twin - as entertaining as they are - and I certainly don’t think you share anything in common with that baboon Ryan Graves.”
He points into the lens.
“No, Anastasia, I’m taking you one-hundred percent seriously. Not just because this is my first chance at a title in this company, but because you are absolutely worth giving my best to. You are definitely the biggest challenge I’ll have faced in that ring come Redemption 111 and the fact that you’re defending? Te hace mejor”
A sigh escapes his lips before his trademark roguish grin spreads across his face.
“When you see me next though, walking that rampway and standing between those ropes though, I just want you to know that the respect for you as a wrestler, and opponent, and as a Campeón is there, because once that bell rings that fact is going to be hard to recall. I’m going to turn off the charm, I’m going to let the mask the Punchline de la Broma Negra wears because he doesn’t need to be a violent, blood-thirsty tyrant 99% of the time, and I’m going to unleash the real thing, the true dread pirate de Soto, the Legacy of Benito, and I’m going to drag the bird down into the depths, beneath the crashing waves a bloody frothing waters of MY domain, where your wings won’t matter for shit… where my cannons and cutlasses rule supreme”
The smile leaves as he nods into the lens intensely.
“I won’t be doing it because I’m a monster, I won’t be doing it because I can, I’ll be doing it because I respect you, but that respect has never, and WILL NEVER keep any self-respecting pirate from flying the black flag to ensure that when the sun sets over that blue horizon the treasure we’ve set our sights on is ours, be it surrendered willingly-”
His smirk is far less charming this time.
“-which I know you will never allow to happen. Or if it’s taken, violently. So I guess I’ll see you at Redemption 111, Anastasia...and we’ll see if the bird gets her wings clipped, or I end up shark chum.”
Leoncio doesn’t manage to contain the smirk and wink as one last comment occurs to him.
“... keep that booty warm for me, Ana.”
With that we cut to black.