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Post by William Black on Nov 9, 2012 23:43:47 GMT -4
Tuesday November Sixth
A new story appears on the main page of the APW web page. While it's not the top story, or even all too close to it, it still has it's own little section on the site. It's an image from an interview with a new APW megastar, Mascara. He has his mouth open, appearing to have been in the middle of a sentence while, to his right, Hannah Storm sits upon a stool opposite of him grinning sweetly. Underneath the freeze frame is the title, “Mascara signs with APW! Click here for the exclusive interview.” and according to the hit counter, a decent chunk of people already have. Although, the spelling of 'Mascara' in English is a word for eye make up, so maybe some random APW fan-girls had mistaken the video as one for tips to hide their flaws. None the less, every hit counts, and I'm sure the men who run the website are more than pleased with the turn out. Of course, once the 'play' button on the video is clicked a beautiful buffering symbol meets you. Oh, buffering, the sheer reason why people commit homicides. Ah, there we go, it's about to play.
A black screen begins to fade away, showing a very light setting. It seems to be some sort of upscale apartment, or at least hotel room. There are lush green potted plants to either side of the shot along with two light wooden chairs. One of those chairs, however, happens to be occupied by none other than the APW Meltdown interviewer Hannah Storm. She's looking lovelier than ever, her hair up in a scrunchie and the rest of her body is covered with a tight yet professional looking business dress. She looks into the camera appearing to be ready to address the fans watching from their computers at home.
“Hello Ladies and Gentlemen to this APW exclusive. Meltdown feels like they have struck gold by this new signing and have sent me over for an interview with the new megastar! He is going to make his official debut for Meltdown this Monday night, and he has told numerous people that it will definitely be a show for the ages. Also, from what he has told me, he wrestled his way up the ranks in Mexico even starting out in his father's very own promotion. However, no information about him has been found any further back than one year ago. Regardless, he is the Prince of Masks, Mascara!”, announces the beautiful interviewer, Hannah Storm.
Right on cue, a man with a light baby blue suit walks onto screen, he then sits down in the chair. A mask is now visible, and that means only one thing for anyone who knows the show Meltdown, this is the new superstar Mascara. He leans over and shakes Hannah's hand before kissing it. Hannah, of course, makes nothing of it as she then proceeds on to begin the interview.
“So,”, says Hannah Storm, “I'm just going to get straight to what I've been wondering since having researched you... why is there no data on you from before this last year?”
“Oh,” replies Mascara, who looks to be quite taken back by the interviewer's question. He quickly gathers himself and proceeds to answer her question. “Well, you see.. in Mexico, I don't really think they keep all those fancy stats down there. It's not like wrestling in the America. You get where you get by your skill, not the politics that go on backstage. It's all about pure skill and that is something that I hold dear to m y heart which is why it was such a tough decision to leave my homeland.”
An unsure expression crosses Hannah's face, not really knowing what to think about Mascara's answer. The man had seemed so clean at first, wanting to change wrestling back into a pure form and how he believed it should be. A little bit of an awkward silence falls over the two before Hannah, being the professional that she is, snaps it and looks down at her cheat sheet where questions she could ask him have been written down. She then looks to her left, right at Mascara and go on with the next question.
“What do you think about the first batch of opponents you are to face on Meltdown? Since it is an extreme rules fatal four way match...”, asks Hannah.
Mascara looks like he had been just told he's a father, he had no idea that the match was going to be one with extreme rules. It's not so much his style. He prefers to ground someone and just make them tap out, not hit or be hit with chairs and the like. All these thoughts race through his head and he hasn't even been able to conjure an acceptable answer to Storm's question.
“They all look to be talented men!”, Mascara blurts out, “But I don't think they've ever wrestled someone such as myself. I bring a unique style to every match, not saying they don't, but having wrestled all over the world, you're going to pick up a thing or two. I was lucky enough to be coached by multiple men who should be in every sing wrestling hall of fame you can think of. They may not possess a name such as Hulk Hogan or Brett Hart, but they are respected by every single wrestler who has ever stepped into the ring with them.”
“Oh, yeah? I bet you I'll have heard of them.”, snappily responds Hannah.
Once again, Mascara finds himself bewildered. He doesn't know why she's on him like she is, just not giving up one single inch. It doesn't matter to him, he feels as though he has nothing left to hide.
“Well, you see, Hannah,”, replies Mascara, “I can't tell you all of my secrets. If I announce who I was trained by, that gives up my whole style in the ring and I cannot do that. There's no way I'm going to give my opponents even a chance at getting the upper hand without even being in the ring. No superstar can afford to enter a match with a disadvantage, no matter how good they think they might be. For instance, you may be rated in the eighties in the APW video game playing against someone who is rated in the low seventies, but one good reversal by them or bad move by you and it could tally up as a loss very quickly.”
“I see your point, and I apologize for asking I guess.”, says Hannah Storm.
The Prince of Masks nods his head, meaning to say that it's okay for asking as long as she understands why she won't receive the answer she was seeking. The interview seems to be at a more comfortable setting, the two understanding where the other is coming from.
“Just one last simple question for you, Mascara.”, states Hannah. “Do you think that the Meltdown fans will ever see you as the North American title holder before getting called up or before your career in APW is over?”
“Well, Hannah, I think we just need to wait and see. It's rumored that the next call up with be after December, so I hope to be on that short list that does get called up into the big leagues of APW. However, if I don't I do see myself in the title hunt in the long run, but that's still months away. I mean, I haven't even had my first match yet, and I don't think you can judge how your career is going to go before your first match, or even by the outcome of the match. People get on hots streaks, people get on cold streak. I feel this is common knowledge, bloody hell. Err.. I mean, heck.. I suppose. Yes, anyway.. I'm looking forward to the match, and to get my career underway.. yeah.” replies Mascara quite awkwardly.
Hannah Storm quirks an eyebrow. Something about Mascara now seems definitely off. She doesn't have anything else to use against him, but something it just not right with this new megastar. None the less, the screen abruptly fades to black as you are met with the freeze framed image from the video that had just played. Is there actually something off with Mascara, or was it just an honest mistake on words? When someone talks too fast, it is kind of bound to happen, but regardless.. it was just odd.
Sunday November Eleventh
Mascara sits atop a turnbuckle of a wrestling ring that doesn't appear to be completely put together in a building in which no one else seems to be in. He sits there with his hands clasped together and head hung low, not paying all too much attention to his surroundings because, in this situation, he doesn't feel the need to. There's something eerie about this building, not the building itself, just the fact that no one else populates it's mass, utterly vacant it sits. Mascara repositions his head as it isn't hung any longer, he is now tilting it back, looking toward the ceiling. The lights that will be used in tomorrow night's show all hang from up above the Mexican wrestler. He takes a particular interest in the one that offers a shade of blue as he can't wait for it's glow to fill the building as he enters the ring for the first time in his yet to be blossomed APW career. He can picture it now, his music echoing from the speakers scattered across the venue, fans that he hasn't yet won over still pumped to be in attendance for the event, impressing all the men backstage and sending a message that he does indeed to go somewhere in this federation, and most of all, show America the entertainment, velocity and high leveled wrestling a true luchadore possesses. It's almost as if you can hear it, the fans screaming from their seats, even though this building is completely empty, there's just an aura that can't be explained.
“Tomorrow night, it all becomes a reality. The first step of my mission will begin and I can't afford to take a step back from it. The world can't afford me to lose, I need to show America the value of real wrestling, not the watered down version they are accustom to. Meltdown bookers have really put a challenge in front of me, three other men in a match a man like me has never fought, an extreme rules match.”, says Mascara, “It will be a match no one will want to miss. A great way to start a career that will be full of accomplishment and bouts, er matches that will be fought till one man cannot continue. The honor of my mask and the value of me, Mascara, as a wrestler will not be matched by anyone, my prestige will be so great. I plan to feed the crowd everything they want and still leave them wanting more and more each week. On another note, I can't think APW for giving me a shot, a shot that was long in the making, a shot that I feel I deserve more than any other young talent in APW. I know it is all talk at this moment, but I will follow it up tomorrow night, I assure you. There isn't one single thought in my mind that I won't succeed in my first match, and words don't count for much here in America, but I'm going to prove to all these fans that my word means something to me.”
Mascara hops off the turnbuckle and stomps his feet to the ground, making it known that this ring is his territory. The man is passionate about what he believes in and how he feels about the sport of wrestling. The Prince of Masks tilts his head back up toward the arena flood lights, something about them just hypes him up, as if he needed any help with that at the moment. Yes, yes, the young megastar is definitely looking ready to go on and face all who challenge him this next Monday night, he looks primed, focused and ready to make his name a household one at that. Mascara rotates his neck, staring off at where the entrance to the ringside area had been set up. As if he's waiting for someone, he seems fixated on the black curtains that hide the backstage area. While he's aware it's nearly impossible for someone to come out and attack him mid rant, things can change on the drop of a dime. He then quickly rears his head back and yells,
“¡Hoy es el día para una revolución de lucha libre en los Estados Unidos! Monday night will be the revolution of wrestling state-side. You can't stop change, it's simply impossible. Everything in APW will change once I get the chance to prove change works, change is better, change is how the sport of wrestling will grow beyond what anyone once thought it could. The true values of the sport will finally reach the grand stage that they deserve. They will finally get the right man to front them, the right man to reach the pinnacle of the business, a gracious man, a self serving man... ME.”
Although you can't see through the mask, you can see it move just enough to hint that Mascara is grinning. It will be an interesting night, Monday will. Every man who fights an extreme rules match has to expect anything because anything can literally happen in a match with no rules.
WORDS 2300
SIDE NOTES N/A
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