Post by Esix Cordero on Jan 29, 2011 4:44:32 GMT -5
“Well, I finally gotcha, Eagles…”
The webcam’s view is grainy, as it exposes a dimly lit view of Esix Cordero’s mug. His face has morphed, now hiding behind a bristly black beard. His hair, now a messy mop, is slicked back, though it sprouts about in a tangled fashion. Esix leans back in his beat up office chair and folds his hands behind his head. He flashes a toothy grin, content with himself.
“When it comes down to brass tacks, the records will forever show that Esix Cordero clipped the wings of the ‘ever so legendary’ Joshua Eagles. And guess what? I TOLD you all beforehand exactly what would happen. Last week I told you that Josh Eagles is no hero, and his fuckin’ ego would be exposed. Look no further than my match with him. He lost focus, and waddled his ass outta the ring because Christian Kane showed up!”
“First off, Josh, get your eyes off that silly belt, you fool. What makes you think you’re even a contender anymore? EVERYBODY knew you were a garbage champion. EVERYBODY knows that CK IS a garbage champion. I beat his ass two weeks ago. So, do the math, people. Who beat the current and the former Valiant champions in a span of two weeks? Give up?”
Esix leans into the camera, sticking his finger right in his chest with his teeth gritted together. His red MMA style t-shirt hangs from his chest.
“This guy, right here. The way I see it, once I beat Kid Flanagan at The Knighting for my shiny new Syndicate Championship title, the Valiant belt won’t be worth so much. Let’s face it people, the Valiant title… well, it isn’t really Valiant. If you have a belt that scum the likes of Josh Eagles and Christian Kane have held… Compared to the Syndicate Championship Belt held by Kingdom of Pride legend Esix Cordero? You tell me which belt is worth more.”
“Look people, it’s all relative. The champions set the standards for the belts. Esix Cordero… Now that guy beat Christian Kane and Josh Eagles… If-so-facto, Esix Cordero is the best pound for pound fighter in the Kingdom.”
Esix sits back and claws at his facial hair before patting his chin in a pondersome manner.
“In fact, looking back to the battle royale, I’ve already proven that I’m better than Kid Flanagan. Yeah, remember, I choked him out? Sure, Dallins was hugging the guy, but anybody who knows shit about fighting is that a choke is more effective than hugging some other dude. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve already dealt with Flanagan.”
Esix shrugs and grimaces at the camera.
“Like, I wonder why Noble and Sterling haven’t systematically removed the belt from Kid and Fed-Ex’ed it over to my pad. I think they have my address? Seriously, guys? How am I supposed to take him seriously at anything? Like where has he been in the past few weeks? He certainly hasn’t been winning matches! My theory is that he’s spooked by Mr. Cordero here. You can run, but you can’t hide, Flanagan. Eventually you’re going to have to hand that belt over to it’s rightful owner. You have until the Knighting, so you might as well say your goodbyes. Kiss away your undeserved place in KoP history, pal. This isn’t bush league, anymore. Esix Cordero is changing things up in this place.”
Esix sniffs and thumbs at his nose, before continuing to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am on top of the world. Beating Josh Eagles reaffirmed my faith in the powers of violence. I know you’re wondering about the knockout streak, and I mean, I’m just as disappointed as you guys are. I had full intentions of choking him out with that anaconda choke slash gator roll move I’ve been working on with Skeeter. I’ll admit, I wasn’t in great condition. “
“Now I’m the top dog around here, and I gotta keep in shape if I wanna hold my ground. I’m gonna be the dog who’s bite is worse than his bark. I don’t intend on letting up on anybody… Which leads me to this upcoming match on Sunday. Now, I understand that now that there’s no more competition left for Esix, you gotta make some stretches where I’m facing some no-name punks. Hold on, I have to look up their names on the website real quick…”
Esix eyes his computer as he clicks around. He finds a page and his eyes scan over the screen.
“Galen Ronan? Who the hell is that?
Paul Sant?
Obscene? “
Nobody cares about those dudes! I’ve knocked some big pins down, why not keep me rollin’? I see that Adam Abel has joined… Set me up with that guy! Not the twerp who hit him with a cheap shot for a little attention! What is this, his second match? How is it fair that he gets a shot at someone like me right away, and I had to fight guys like Kid Flanagan Jr. – John Parker? And that freaking ogre thing? What the hell was that? I had to work my ass off to get where I am now, and this creepy-looking bastard gets to fight someone as prestigious as myself so soon!”
Esix waves his hand in disgust.
“I call bullshit on that one. Is it because he got his air time by popping Abel? I had to put a LOT of people to sleep before I could get my hands on Eagles. Paul Sant… Haven’t I beaten him like, five times already? Like, I saw way too much of him at the Pride Cup Championship. Obscene? Who the hell is that guy? Is he new? Seriously, I don’t think I’ve even seen this guy since I’ve started at this place. This is like the grab bag of friggin’ wrestlers here. I mean, it’s safe to assume that these guys are going to gang up on me. Why wouldn’t they wanna work down the best guy there? That’s why these stupid four way matches are BS! I wanna fight these people one on one. Line em up, I’ll take them all separately in one night if I have to. But seriously? These rings aren’t even that large! How am I supposed to take this seriously when I’m in a ring with three other confused looking dudes?”
Esix sighs and shakes his head.
“I guess Noble and Sterling are too busy chasing rabbits around backstage. It even beat up Kid Flanagan, I hear? Christ, are people doing shrooms here or something? This is foolish! There is no control, no professionalism… Makes me wonder if I should be looking around at other promotions. Hey, I hear UWL is in town… Just sayin’…”
Esix clasps his hands and looks into the camera with a sarcastic expression.
“Anyways, I’m signing off. It’s 4:30 in the morning and I have to move out of this dump of an apartment tomorrow. I gotta say, now that I’m kind of a big deal, the checks have been getting fatter. This place is getting kinda crowded with Skeeter and Moana living with me now, so we’re moving on up. Goodnight, folks.”
End feed.
The webcam’s view is grainy, as it exposes a dimly lit view of Esix Cordero’s mug. His face has morphed, now hiding behind a bristly black beard. His hair, now a messy mop, is slicked back, though it sprouts about in a tangled fashion. Esix leans back in his beat up office chair and folds his hands behind his head. He flashes a toothy grin, content with himself.
“When it comes down to brass tacks, the records will forever show that Esix Cordero clipped the wings of the ‘ever so legendary’ Joshua Eagles. And guess what? I TOLD you all beforehand exactly what would happen. Last week I told you that Josh Eagles is no hero, and his fuckin’ ego would be exposed. Look no further than my match with him. He lost focus, and waddled his ass outta the ring because Christian Kane showed up!”
“First off, Josh, get your eyes off that silly belt, you fool. What makes you think you’re even a contender anymore? EVERYBODY knew you were a garbage champion. EVERYBODY knows that CK IS a garbage champion. I beat his ass two weeks ago. So, do the math, people. Who beat the current and the former Valiant champions in a span of two weeks? Give up?”
Esix leans into the camera, sticking his finger right in his chest with his teeth gritted together. His red MMA style t-shirt hangs from his chest.
“This guy, right here. The way I see it, once I beat Kid Flanagan at The Knighting for my shiny new Syndicate Championship title, the Valiant belt won’t be worth so much. Let’s face it people, the Valiant title… well, it isn’t really Valiant. If you have a belt that scum the likes of Josh Eagles and Christian Kane have held… Compared to the Syndicate Championship Belt held by Kingdom of Pride legend Esix Cordero? You tell me which belt is worth more.”
“Look people, it’s all relative. The champions set the standards for the belts. Esix Cordero… Now that guy beat Christian Kane and Josh Eagles… If-so-facto, Esix Cordero is the best pound for pound fighter in the Kingdom.”
Esix sits back and claws at his facial hair before patting his chin in a pondersome manner.
“In fact, looking back to the battle royale, I’ve already proven that I’m better than Kid Flanagan. Yeah, remember, I choked him out? Sure, Dallins was hugging the guy, but anybody who knows shit about fighting is that a choke is more effective than hugging some other dude. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve already dealt with Flanagan.”
Esix shrugs and grimaces at the camera.
“Like, I wonder why Noble and Sterling haven’t systematically removed the belt from Kid and Fed-Ex’ed it over to my pad. I think they have my address? Seriously, guys? How am I supposed to take him seriously at anything? Like where has he been in the past few weeks? He certainly hasn’t been winning matches! My theory is that he’s spooked by Mr. Cordero here. You can run, but you can’t hide, Flanagan. Eventually you’re going to have to hand that belt over to it’s rightful owner. You have until the Knighting, so you might as well say your goodbyes. Kiss away your undeserved place in KoP history, pal. This isn’t bush league, anymore. Esix Cordero is changing things up in this place.”
Esix sniffs and thumbs at his nose, before continuing to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I am on top of the world. Beating Josh Eagles reaffirmed my faith in the powers of violence. I know you’re wondering about the knockout streak, and I mean, I’m just as disappointed as you guys are. I had full intentions of choking him out with that anaconda choke slash gator roll move I’ve been working on with Skeeter. I’ll admit, I wasn’t in great condition. “
“Now I’m the top dog around here, and I gotta keep in shape if I wanna hold my ground. I’m gonna be the dog who’s bite is worse than his bark. I don’t intend on letting up on anybody… Which leads me to this upcoming match on Sunday. Now, I understand that now that there’s no more competition left for Esix, you gotta make some stretches where I’m facing some no-name punks. Hold on, I have to look up their names on the website real quick…”
Esix eyes his computer as he clicks around. He finds a page and his eyes scan over the screen.
“Galen Ronan? Who the hell is that?
Paul Sant?
Obscene? “
Nobody cares about those dudes! I’ve knocked some big pins down, why not keep me rollin’? I see that Adam Abel has joined… Set me up with that guy! Not the twerp who hit him with a cheap shot for a little attention! What is this, his second match? How is it fair that he gets a shot at someone like me right away, and I had to fight guys like Kid Flanagan Jr. – John Parker? And that freaking ogre thing? What the hell was that? I had to work my ass off to get where I am now, and this creepy-looking bastard gets to fight someone as prestigious as myself so soon!”
Esix waves his hand in disgust.
“I call bullshit on that one. Is it because he got his air time by popping Abel? I had to put a LOT of people to sleep before I could get my hands on Eagles. Paul Sant… Haven’t I beaten him like, five times already? Like, I saw way too much of him at the Pride Cup Championship. Obscene? Who the hell is that guy? Is he new? Seriously, I don’t think I’ve even seen this guy since I’ve started at this place. This is like the grab bag of friggin’ wrestlers here. I mean, it’s safe to assume that these guys are going to gang up on me. Why wouldn’t they wanna work down the best guy there? That’s why these stupid four way matches are BS! I wanna fight these people one on one. Line em up, I’ll take them all separately in one night if I have to. But seriously? These rings aren’t even that large! How am I supposed to take this seriously when I’m in a ring with three other confused looking dudes?”
Esix sighs and shakes his head.
“I guess Noble and Sterling are too busy chasing rabbits around backstage. It even beat up Kid Flanagan, I hear? Christ, are people doing shrooms here or something? This is foolish! There is no control, no professionalism… Makes me wonder if I should be looking around at other promotions. Hey, I hear UWL is in town… Just sayin’…”
Esix clasps his hands and looks into the camera with a sarcastic expression.
“Anyways, I’m signing off. It’s 4:30 in the morning and I have to move out of this dump of an apartment tomorrow. I gotta say, now that I’m kind of a big deal, the checks have been getting fatter. This place is getting kinda crowded with Skeeter and Moana living with me now, so we’re moving on up. Goodnight, folks.”
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