Usted Aspira! (That's Portuguese For "You Suck")
"What a week..."
The man sat in a chair facing the wall, still clad in his typical black body suit and trunks; however, in a rarely-witnessed occurrence, his head was unmasked. Only the back of his head could be seen as he faced the featureless surface before him.
"Yet," he mused, raising his head to gaze towards the ceiling, "I remain undaunted, if only because he couldn't pin me if his life depended on it..."
Reaching up, he crammed the colorful lucha mask down onto his head, tying it tightly under the chin before turning the chair towards the camera. Quietly, he reached over and turned it on.
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Fading in from darkness, a scene takes shape before us. This appears to be a plain, unremarkable locker room, as suggested by the barest edge of a locker visible in the left side of the shot. A steel chair is the focus of this scene - actually, the focus is the man sitting in the chair. It is Dragon Assassin, garbed in his typical black body suit and the mask procured from the hospitalized El Martyr. A small smirk adorns his face.
"First off, I'm going to address something," Dragon says in a calm voice. "I'm sure a lot of people can't WAIT to laugh at me because that witless oaf Judas 'beat' me. Let us clear the air, then. Judas beat nothing because he's an imbecile. One would think that after all his bragging about how he outclassed me, he would be intelligent enough to remember that you can't win matches outside the ring. However, if Little Judy feels he needs to finish the job and prove he CAN back up his bragging, I have no objection. Next time, however, there will BE no count out. In truth, the only counting going on will be the referee counting 1-2-3 as I pin that oaf's shoulders to the mat. Because unlike Juuuuudas, I CAN back up my sh*t-talk... provided that my opponent is SMART enough to remain in the ring."
Dragon reaches up and adjusts his mask minutely, then clears his throat.
"But I'm getting sidetracked. For now, I'm going to forget Beefy Boy over there and focus on my opponent at Onslaught - the esteemed Jeffrey Roberts. ...I guess this is the part where I tremble with fear at the thought of wrestling one of the best high-flying athletes in the history of GXW and its parent promotions. Hmm. I think I'll take a rain check on the trembling in fear."
"Jeff-san, before I get going here, I have to ask you a question..."
The little man grins.
"Are you on crack, or what?"
"Honestly. Just what the hell is the deal with running around backstage speaking in this or that foreign language? Looking to expand your horizons? Or maybe you want to open a school of languages. 'Jeffie Roberts' School Of Gibberish.' Whatever the case, I've got to hand it to you - your act is quite hilarous. But I do hope you drop the act and cut a promo or two in English, or at least Japanese. Something I understand, at any rate. What fun is it gonna be if I have to stop to translate every line?"
"But let's get serious here, Jeff-san. I, personally, was extremely pleased to find myself booked in this match. Don't get a big head, though; I wasn't pleased because of any sort of respect or reverence for you. Rather, I was pleased at the grand opportunity that has been placed before me. If I defeat you, I move up in the world. Think about it for a moment. Not a soul in this company expects me to win this match. Why would they? The only deed I have to my name is breaking El Martyr's freaking neck. But if I can prove the critics wrong and pull out the win, people will sit up and take notice. One of GXW's best high-fliers, upset by a newcomer to the promotion... sounds newsworthy to me."
"Don't get me wrong, though. I certainly don't anticipate a cakewalk. I'd be disappointed if this DID turn out to be a cakewalk. Rather, I fully expect you to bring your A game. I fully expect you to bring me to my limits. You know what? That's exactly what I was hoping for. I'll be the first to admit that I've been a little off my game lately, and what better way to get back ON that game than by wrestling someone who can actually keep up with me? But I'll let you know something right now. I may've slacked off a little at X-Perience, but there will be no slacking on my end at Onslaught. I'm fully determined to take you out and PROVE to those slack-jawed trailer trash fans that I AM exactly what I say I am - and I say that I'm a big-in-Japan high-flying phenomenon with talent seeping out every pore in my body."
"So I'll tell you what, Jeff-san. Pop some Ritalin... Throw out your French-English dictionary... And in the words of the Italians, baci la mia estremità. 'Cause I'm big in Japan. And you, sir, are not."
Fade out.
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"Kamis... I really hope that Italian line translates right."