Post by Tornado Desencadenado on Mar 14, 2017 13:49:11 GMT -5
Sunday, March 19
Des Moines, Iowa
Community Choice Credit Union Convention Center
Backstage during Massacre
It’s the standard live remote shot. The interviewer, Alpha Wrestling Empire media personality Sasha Sloan, stands alongside her subject, rookie wrestler Tornado Desencadenado. Sloan looks stunning in her champagne off the shoulder peasant blouse with bell sleeves. Meanwhile, TD is dressed to compete: a light blue singlet emblazoned with silver and white whorl patterns with a matching headband to keep his unruly hair free from his face. The Lagniappe Championship belt, its leather cracked and creased, its faceplate tarnished, hangs loosely around his hips.
Sasha began to speak, “Nina, Brad: I’m here with Tornado Desencadenado, who later tonight will be competing in his first ever official singles match in AWE. This has to be an exciting moment for you.”
“Yes it is, Miss Sloan. I’ve had one on one matches before, but to compete here, in Alpha Wrestling, on such a large stage, against such a high level of opponent; I think this is my first true test as a performer.”
“You say this even though you won the Interdivisional Over the Top Rope Elimination Battle Royal in your debut,” the reporter pointed out.
The Spin Doctor nodded, “Definitely. I’m proud of my win at Massacre 9, but as I’ve said before; the end results of those crazy multi-man matches depend so often on luck it’s not fair to point to that and say ‘I beat them all’. Given how the Battle Royal played out at best I can say is ‘I stayed in the ring longer than everyone else’. It’s just not the same thing as facing a single wrestler you need to pin.”
“Let’s talk about the wrestler you’ll be facing tonight,” Sasha segued into discussing Tornado’s opponent, “Florida’s Finest Tommy Stone is a ring veteran who’s won multiple titles in other promotions. He’s still looking for his first victory in AWE, though, and, if you heard what he had to say earlier tonight, sees yours match as an opportunity to take out some of the anger he feels towards the company.”
The young wrestler’s eyes narrow, “I watched Tommy Stone’s speech. He doesn’t have much respect for me; refusing to address me by my proper name; dismissing my fighting style as ‘boring’. He likely thinks I’m just another rookie wrestler out of the hundreds he’s seen come and go during his long career.”
“Did his comments offend you?”
“Tommy Stone is entitled to his opinion; my job is to prove him wrong. What he sees as ‘dull’ I would call effective. When I fight, I use my strength and technique to keep my opponent off his or her feet; to toss and turn them so much they don’t know which way is up. If I accomplish that any match is mine to win. But Stone’s knocking how I wrestle and calling me, uh, what he called me, isn’t what’s concerning; it was his coy little threat at the end.”
Sasha, knowing what Tornado was referencing and more than willing to stir the pot, clarified for the audience, “You mean his vague comment about how his coffee might play a role in the outcome of the match.”
“Yes,” the Fundamental Elemental glared into the camera, “Tommy, I hope you were implying that tonight coffee would be to you what spinach is to Popeye; an extra boost of energy that you’ll take to try and win our fight. Because if that isn’t what you meant, and instead you plan to throw the stuff on me, we’re going to have problems. I may be a rookie to Alpha Wrestling but I’m not here to be hazed or taken advantage of, in or out of the ring. So here’s your warning: share your coffee with me and all your further caffeine fixes will come through a straw. And just in case you think I’m the one being coy, I’ll rephrase: I’ll bust you up bad if you try burning me tonight.”
Surprised and happy with the morsel of red meat rhetoric that came from the mouth of the normally tranquil Tornado, Sasha went ahead with her next planned topic, “I want to discuss the Lagniappe Championship. You won the belt in an unsanctioned fight against AWE enhancement talent Jack Hugg at Massacre 8, and then subsequently promised to turn the title over to whoever beats you.”
“Yes.”
“You’ve since learned the championship under its old name has something of a notable history, and could be of some value to a collector.”
Tornado nodded, “Yes, it’s the old Bay Area Wrestling Championship that Jack Hugg won in the late 80s and then took with him when he jumped to another promotion. I highly doubt the belt itself is worth much though. I mean, not to be disrespectful, but it’s unlikely Hugg would have been willing to put it on the line if it had real monetary value.”
“He might have thought his chances of keeping the belt were guaranteed, considering he was challenging fans to fight him for it, and not another wrestler,” Sasha accurately observed, “But there is an easy way to find out the true worth of the Lagniappe Title; allow an expert to appraise it.”
Tornado gave Sasha a wary smile, “Well, Miss Sloan, the problem there is I wouldn’t know who to contact to-“
“I know a guy,” the reporter interjected, “Someone willing to come to you and look over the belt.”
“Yes, but, ah, the cost-“
“Alpha Wrestling is willing to pay for the appraisal and any related expenditures. We’d just like to be able to document it.”
Tornado look flustered. He rubbed his stubble-speckled jaw, “Uh, I guess… sure. If I’m able to retain the Title tonight… we can discuss having it assessed.”
“Excellent,” Sasha beamed, “All the more incentive for you to beat Tommy Stone.”
The interview concluded with the camera zooming in on Tornado’s concerned expression before panning downward to the Langiappe Championship wrapped around his waist.
Des Moines, Iowa
Community Choice Credit Union Convention Center
Backstage during Massacre
It’s the standard live remote shot. The interviewer, Alpha Wrestling Empire media personality Sasha Sloan, stands alongside her subject, rookie wrestler Tornado Desencadenado. Sloan looks stunning in her champagne off the shoulder peasant blouse with bell sleeves. Meanwhile, TD is dressed to compete: a light blue singlet emblazoned with silver and white whorl patterns with a matching headband to keep his unruly hair free from his face. The Lagniappe Championship belt, its leather cracked and creased, its faceplate tarnished, hangs loosely around his hips.
Sasha began to speak, “Nina, Brad: I’m here with Tornado Desencadenado, who later tonight will be competing in his first ever official singles match in AWE. This has to be an exciting moment for you.”
“Yes it is, Miss Sloan. I’ve had one on one matches before, but to compete here, in Alpha Wrestling, on such a large stage, against such a high level of opponent; I think this is my first true test as a performer.”
“You say this even though you won the Interdivisional Over the Top Rope Elimination Battle Royal in your debut,” the reporter pointed out.
The Spin Doctor nodded, “Definitely. I’m proud of my win at Massacre 9, but as I’ve said before; the end results of those crazy multi-man matches depend so often on luck it’s not fair to point to that and say ‘I beat them all’. Given how the Battle Royal played out at best I can say is ‘I stayed in the ring longer than everyone else’. It’s just not the same thing as facing a single wrestler you need to pin.”
“Let’s talk about the wrestler you’ll be facing tonight,” Sasha segued into discussing Tornado’s opponent, “Florida’s Finest Tommy Stone is a ring veteran who’s won multiple titles in other promotions. He’s still looking for his first victory in AWE, though, and, if you heard what he had to say earlier tonight, sees yours match as an opportunity to take out some of the anger he feels towards the company.”
The young wrestler’s eyes narrow, “I watched Tommy Stone’s speech. He doesn’t have much respect for me; refusing to address me by my proper name; dismissing my fighting style as ‘boring’. He likely thinks I’m just another rookie wrestler out of the hundreds he’s seen come and go during his long career.”
“Did his comments offend you?”
“Tommy Stone is entitled to his opinion; my job is to prove him wrong. What he sees as ‘dull’ I would call effective. When I fight, I use my strength and technique to keep my opponent off his or her feet; to toss and turn them so much they don’t know which way is up. If I accomplish that any match is mine to win. But Stone’s knocking how I wrestle and calling me, uh, what he called me, isn’t what’s concerning; it was his coy little threat at the end.”
Sasha, knowing what Tornado was referencing and more than willing to stir the pot, clarified for the audience, “You mean his vague comment about how his coffee might play a role in the outcome of the match.”
“Yes,” the Fundamental Elemental glared into the camera, “Tommy, I hope you were implying that tonight coffee would be to you what spinach is to Popeye; an extra boost of energy that you’ll take to try and win our fight. Because if that isn’t what you meant, and instead you plan to throw the stuff on me, we’re going to have problems. I may be a rookie to Alpha Wrestling but I’m not here to be hazed or taken advantage of, in or out of the ring. So here’s your warning: share your coffee with me and all your further caffeine fixes will come through a straw. And just in case you think I’m the one being coy, I’ll rephrase: I’ll bust you up bad if you try burning me tonight.”
Surprised and happy with the morsel of red meat rhetoric that came from the mouth of the normally tranquil Tornado, Sasha went ahead with her next planned topic, “I want to discuss the Lagniappe Championship. You won the belt in an unsanctioned fight against AWE enhancement talent Jack Hugg at Massacre 8, and then subsequently promised to turn the title over to whoever beats you.”
“Yes.”
“You’ve since learned the championship under its old name has something of a notable history, and could be of some value to a collector.”
Tornado nodded, “Yes, it’s the old Bay Area Wrestling Championship that Jack Hugg won in the late 80s and then took with him when he jumped to another promotion. I highly doubt the belt itself is worth much though. I mean, not to be disrespectful, but it’s unlikely Hugg would have been willing to put it on the line if it had real monetary value.”
“He might have thought his chances of keeping the belt were guaranteed, considering he was challenging fans to fight him for it, and not another wrestler,” Sasha accurately observed, “But there is an easy way to find out the true worth of the Lagniappe Title; allow an expert to appraise it.”
Tornado gave Sasha a wary smile, “Well, Miss Sloan, the problem there is I wouldn’t know who to contact to-“
“I know a guy,” the reporter interjected, “Someone willing to come to you and look over the belt.”
“Yes, but, ah, the cost-“
“Alpha Wrestling is willing to pay for the appraisal and any related expenditures. We’d just like to be able to document it.”
Tornado look flustered. He rubbed his stubble-speckled jaw, “Uh, I guess… sure. If I’m able to retain the Title tonight… we can discuss having it assessed.”
“Excellent,” Sasha beamed, “All the more incentive for you to beat Tommy Stone.”
The interview concluded with the camera zooming in on Tornado’s concerned expression before panning downward to the Langiappe Championship wrapped around his waist.