Post by The Very Big Supervillains on Aug 8, 2020 16:38:13 GMT -5
APW Wrestler ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ stands completely still, hunched forward slightly. For someone as inexpressive and as surprisingly amazingly postured as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎, this is as aggressive as it gets.
He's wary. His hands are opened, although still firmly at his side. He steps forward slowly, hand flexing, crouching slightly. He stares the foe before him dead in the eyes.
A very tame looking swan.
"Remind me why you're asking poor Travis to fight a Swan again,"
"It's a test. I wanna see if he'll fight his own kind. It's one more step in figuring him out,"
William, like he says, was attempting to figure out his Wingdings wingman. However feeble his quest, and no matter how much obvious information that William (who was wearing his crooked glasses he so dearly despised) had not realised like a normal person would, he carried on.
William wasn't one to care about a single person in the slightest. Whether they wdere a midget or not, it took a lot for someone so self centred to realise "okay, maybe the universe does also have this person in it, but I'm not happy about it." But William was indeed researching into ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎' past.
Well, researching is probably too strong of a word, he knew ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ was from Swansea though! Hence the whole swan thingy.
The rest of this was gonna be more tricky. William had ho idea what to expect. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ could be a fricking lizardperson for all William knew.
But William did want to know.
Kind of.
It'd stop him having to constantly assume whatever his partner was saying. Maybe being able to relate more to ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ would help them get over their little quarrel.
They weren't really annoyed at each other anymore, the taser incident had kind of faded from memory.
They may have lost against the whole Vs The World goons but thankfully it wasn't on TV. William had no time to get annoyed when he had a hardcore match to prepare for. Against a horrendous midget. The perpetrator for the tazing!
"You know, you're misunderstanding what it means to be from Swansea. He's still human, he's just Welsh,"
"I'll just-!! Ngh!! Use it as a metaphor for that Alexander Hayes guy! Is that his name?"
William and Jared (the cameraman currently without a camera) sit on a bench in a sunny park, middle of the day. William grabs the Nokia in his hand harder. Any other phone would crush under this weight but the Brick? El Bricko? It was reliable.
All his partners where generally reliable. Maybe that's why he's trying to get to know ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎, since he's the only tag partner that wasn't a boring guy that hated everything about William.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ slowly moved closer to the ignorant Swan as William let out another sigh.
"Why are we always fighting the new guys?! I mean-!! I know nothing about this new breed of midgets,"
"Would you actually research them if you did?"
"No! But-! You know, I can lie and say I did,"
"Travis probably researches them. Either that or he likes creepily loitering around notable locations of your opponents' past,"
"And you know they're notable how exactly, midget?"
"I'm a cameraman. It actually feels quite redundant, creepily stalking a creepy stalker,"
"Yeah, but as we just said, you didn't gain any information about Travis while you were stalking him! You're uselessness is like-.. a fricking-.. you are the Big Apple of dumb people. NYC reppin',"
"You're from Florida,"
"I'LL REP WHOEVER I WANT!!! I'LL REP ATLANTIS!!!"
William yells and a flock of birds rise into the sky. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ turns back, standing alone near the bond. He begins to walk back to the bench.
"I honestly don't see why you're doing this. It's... different,"
"I just wanna know stuff about him? Just because I'm devoid of empathy doesn't mean I can't have one friend!"
"Yeah but... Travis's mysterious, but not in a cool way. He seems boring. He's a cliche horror film in human form, why not just tell him about yourse-"
"NO!
When I reveal my ultra cool backstory it'll be after my 15th 100+ month world title reign telling the guy who only just beat me, who then realises that they where the bad guy the whole time and I was the best. I'm-.. I won't-!!"
"....moron..."
William's about to spew off into an hour - hour 45 minute long rant about Jared's entire life when he realises ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s fight in front of him.
William struggles to stand back to his feet, but he does. Looking his partner in his eyes. Their yellow eyes shining bright. William soon realises having yellow coloured eyes is completely impossible and his mind selves deeper into the maze that is ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ the wrestler.
Everything that makes sense about this man ends up making less sense later on. He's a puzzle, but not a regular kind. He's one you'd spend hours picking apart and putting together, only to find the picture is a burning yellow horizon of a molten sun shredding a desert that's as barren as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ is inside.
Those yellow, amber irises. Shining with little intensity, but powerful and ethereal nonetheless.
William snaps out of it quick.
"U- uh! Yeah! You got your first singles match coming up. I don't know who you're ip against but don't lose. I got a hardcore match which I'm gonna have to focus on.
Just remember the basic boring big men moves. The four C's. Clothesline, chops, choke hold, choke sland. If you do more exciting moves it might work but I may shout at you about it, depending on what mood I'm in after the main event.
You got that, yellow eyes?"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s eyes squint slowly. Beaming a gaze into William that the Behemoth can't understand.
His partner reaches into his pocket and hands something to William, before walking away.
William looks down at the note in his hands. It's a buisness card. One that has some sort of optic-
Oh.
"Oh, for fucks sake, he's wearing contacts."
"Wha-? Of course he is, did you think he just had yellow eyes naturally. What's wrong with-"
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH JUST SHUTTING UP FOR FIVE MINUTES, JARED?! GOSH!!"
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Friday 7th August.
Hello, everyone! Travis the trailblazing wrestler here.
Bit of alliteration there. Just thought I'd spice things up. Not regular alliteration though, it's a bit different.
I don't know the word for it but I made the first two letters the same instead of the just the first one.
I said "TRavis the TRailblazing" so it's "TR". Not just the letter "T". As a matter of fact, now that I've further examined this wordplay I realise the first 3 letters are actually the same.
"TRA". "TRAvis the TRAilblazing". What fun.
That's a waste of paper. Normally, I use this journal for talking about my upcoming wrestling matches. Sometimes I go off topic, when my mind's scattered or what have you.
I actually almost did English Language in University, maybe that's why I'm so focused on languages and stuff. Or maybe I'm compensating?
That would make sense.
Only speaking in Wingdings is tough. Maybe part of me thinks that by admiring the English Language enough that I'll just magically start speaking it one day.
But that's not happening. I know that. Whi cares, though?
I'm not exactly a notable figure. Honestly my only friends are William and that cameraman and if I wasn't a wrestler they'd both ditch me I think..
...no.
I use the ellipse as a way of indicating me thinking about stuff.
William wouldnt ditch me. He's got more flaws than I can count but he doesn't ditch people. Even when he was upset because we lost a string of matches, he was still relatively cool with me.
Relatively in that sentence is used to reference how he enters hate-filled rages over the most minor of things when it comes to other people.
He once tried to attack an entire McDonalds. Due to their shortened timetable. Not even for the reason you'd think, he didn't actually care about how long they were open. But they indicated their timetable using digital instead of analogue (4 o'clock, 5 past 7, etc...) and obviously that means that the sign was smaller and I think that must've tipped him over the edge.
He's been a little distant. Not as much as in the short-term past bit still distant. Maybe I was foolish for thinking thing'd go right back to normal. I dunno.
Ugh!! Focus on your opponent, Travis!!
See, I'm running out of pages for my journal. A couple of the pages got soaked after I dropped it into a puddle so I've got like 2 left!
But I keep using up all the pages!
Alexander Hayes.
I don't 100% know who you are, or what you're like.
That was probably a bad way to start my insults.
Okay, so... thinks my first ever singles match. In history. Of my entire life. I had like a couple 1-on-1 nattles during my youth but those are a bit more eldritch and stuff. Weird, kinda.
So, I might lose! I mean everybody can lose a match! All they have to do is get pinned!
Unless it's a reverse match, where you have to get pinned to win. Which in essence would be the same as a regular match, knock your opponent out and then put them on top of you!
Not that different. Huh.
Well, in any case, I think I can settle for a good showing after all. VBS specialise in putting on lazy, repetitive matches so that's gonna be my main gameplan.
Boots and Chokeslams. That's da bread and butter.
Oh dear!
I've only got like a couple lines left!
My shoot!
It's ruined!!
I guess I gotta buy a new book now, hmm?
Well, my apologies Alex. I would've done more but I can't. I'm literally inches away from not being able to write any more. Too damp. Damp paper.
And I'm supposed to be lazy so I'm not gonna use my phone. My gloves don't make it easy for me to type, but I have to wear this Tomb Guardian stuff because when I was just a child I
(The rest of the writing is cut off by very damp paper. The journal is finished.)
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❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ is seconds away from walking out to his match. William is right beside him, pacing, a slight bit of fear in his eyes. He grips his Aldi bag, megaphone and Halberd tight. He's prepared physically but..
"Stop looking at me like that! I'm fine!"
William scolds, continuing to pace.
Realising the futility of trying to speak, the mute man settles for a reassuring hand on William's shoulder. He's worried. William relents, turning to face him.
"Alright, man! I get you're-..
Listen! If I need help in my match I'll text you. But I'll be fine. Thag Lacklan is gonna be taught, man!!
NOBODY!! NOBODY tazes my frien- I mean, Very Big dudes.
And I am definetly going to win.
100%.
...
...
Unless she targets my knee.
And then insults me on commentary.
And tricks into tazing myself.
And then gets Vonn to beat me up with a giant ladder.
And then gets her partner to beat me up.
And then has some fan manage to Rick me into not being a coward.
And then I buckle my knee going for my finisher a second time.
But-!! Come on!! I'll be fine!
What are the odds of ALL of those things happening?"
He's wary. His hands are opened, although still firmly at his side. He steps forward slowly, hand flexing, crouching slightly. He stares the foe before him dead in the eyes.
A very tame looking swan.
"Remind me why you're asking poor Travis to fight a Swan again,"
"It's a test. I wanna see if he'll fight his own kind. It's one more step in figuring him out,"
William, like he says, was attempting to figure out his Wingdings wingman. However feeble his quest, and no matter how much obvious information that William (who was wearing his crooked glasses he so dearly despised) had not realised like a normal person would, he carried on.
William wasn't one to care about a single person in the slightest. Whether they wdere a midget or not, it took a lot for someone so self centred to realise "okay, maybe the universe does also have this person in it, but I'm not happy about it." But William was indeed researching into ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎' past.
Well, researching is probably too strong of a word, he knew ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ was from Swansea though! Hence the whole swan thingy.
The rest of this was gonna be more tricky. William had ho idea what to expect. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ could be a fricking lizardperson for all William knew.
But William did want to know.
Kind of.
It'd stop him having to constantly assume whatever his partner was saying. Maybe being able to relate more to ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ would help them get over their little quarrel.
They weren't really annoyed at each other anymore, the taser incident had kind of faded from memory.
They may have lost against the whole Vs The World goons but thankfully it wasn't on TV. William had no time to get annoyed when he had a hardcore match to prepare for. Against a horrendous midget. The perpetrator for the tazing!
"You know, you're misunderstanding what it means to be from Swansea. He's still human, he's just Welsh,"
"I'll just-!! Ngh!! Use it as a metaphor for that Alexander Hayes guy! Is that his name?"
William and Jared (the cameraman currently without a camera) sit on a bench in a sunny park, middle of the day. William grabs the Nokia in his hand harder. Any other phone would crush under this weight but the Brick? El Bricko? It was reliable.
All his partners where generally reliable. Maybe that's why he's trying to get to know ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎, since he's the only tag partner that wasn't a boring guy that hated everything about William.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ slowly moved closer to the ignorant Swan as William let out another sigh.
"Why are we always fighting the new guys?! I mean-!! I know nothing about this new breed of midgets,"
"Would you actually research them if you did?"
"No! But-! You know, I can lie and say I did,"
"Travis probably researches them. Either that or he likes creepily loitering around notable locations of your opponents' past,"
"And you know they're notable how exactly, midget?"
"I'm a cameraman. It actually feels quite redundant, creepily stalking a creepy stalker,"
"Yeah, but as we just said, you didn't gain any information about Travis while you were stalking him! You're uselessness is like-.. a fricking-.. you are the Big Apple of dumb people. NYC reppin',"
"You're from Florida,"
"I'LL REP WHOEVER I WANT!!! I'LL REP ATLANTIS!!!"
William yells and a flock of birds rise into the sky. ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ turns back, standing alone near the bond. He begins to walk back to the bench.
"I honestly don't see why you're doing this. It's... different,"
"I just wanna know stuff about him? Just because I'm devoid of empathy doesn't mean I can't have one friend!"
"Yeah but... Travis's mysterious, but not in a cool way. He seems boring. He's a cliche horror film in human form, why not just tell him about yourse-"
"NO!
When I reveal my ultra cool backstory it'll be after my 15th 100+ month world title reign telling the guy who only just beat me, who then realises that they where the bad guy the whole time and I was the best. I'm-.. I won't-!!"
"....moron..."
William's about to spew off into an hour - hour 45 minute long rant about Jared's entire life when he realises ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s fight in front of him.
William struggles to stand back to his feet, but he does. Looking his partner in his eyes. Their yellow eyes shining bright. William soon realises having yellow coloured eyes is completely impossible and his mind selves deeper into the maze that is ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ the wrestler.
Everything that makes sense about this man ends up making less sense later on. He's a puzzle, but not a regular kind. He's one you'd spend hours picking apart and putting together, only to find the picture is a burning yellow horizon of a molten sun shredding a desert that's as barren as ❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ is inside.
Those yellow, amber irises. Shining with little intensity, but powerful and ethereal nonetheless.
William snaps out of it quick.
"U- uh! Yeah! You got your first singles match coming up. I don't know who you're ip against but don't lose. I got a hardcore match which I'm gonna have to focus on.
Just remember the basic boring big men moves. The four C's. Clothesline, chops, choke hold, choke sland. If you do more exciting moves it might work but I may shout at you about it, depending on what mood I'm in after the main event.
You got that, yellow eyes?"
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎'s eyes squint slowly. Beaming a gaze into William that the Behemoth can't understand.
His partner reaches into his pocket and hands something to William, before walking away.
William looks down at the note in his hands. It's a buisness card. One that has some sort of optic-
Oh.
"Oh, for fucks sake, he's wearing contacts."
"Wha-? Of course he is, did you think he just had yellow eyes naturally. What's wrong with-"
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH JUST SHUTTING UP FOR FIVE MINUTES, JARED?! GOSH!!"
---
Friday 7th August.
Hello, everyone! Travis the trailblazing wrestler here.
Bit of alliteration there. Just thought I'd spice things up. Not regular alliteration though, it's a bit different.
I don't know the word for it but I made the first two letters the same instead of the just the first one.
I said "TRavis the TRailblazing" so it's "TR". Not just the letter "T". As a matter of fact, now that I've further examined this wordplay I realise the first 3 letters are actually the same.
"TRA". "TRAvis the TRAilblazing". What fun.
That's a waste of paper. Normally, I use this journal for talking about my upcoming wrestling matches. Sometimes I go off topic, when my mind's scattered or what have you.
I actually almost did English Language in University, maybe that's why I'm so focused on languages and stuff. Or maybe I'm compensating?
That would make sense.
Only speaking in Wingdings is tough. Maybe part of me thinks that by admiring the English Language enough that I'll just magically start speaking it one day.
But that's not happening. I know that. Whi cares, though?
I'm not exactly a notable figure. Honestly my only friends are William and that cameraman and if I wasn't a wrestler they'd both ditch me I think..
...no.
I use the ellipse as a way of indicating me thinking about stuff.
William wouldnt ditch me. He's got more flaws than I can count but he doesn't ditch people. Even when he was upset because we lost a string of matches, he was still relatively cool with me.
Relatively in that sentence is used to reference how he enters hate-filled rages over the most minor of things when it comes to other people.
He once tried to attack an entire McDonalds. Due to their shortened timetable. Not even for the reason you'd think, he didn't actually care about how long they were open. But they indicated their timetable using digital instead of analogue (4 o'clock, 5 past 7, etc...) and obviously that means that the sign was smaller and I think that must've tipped him over the edge.
He's been a little distant. Not as much as in the short-term past bit still distant. Maybe I was foolish for thinking thing'd go right back to normal. I dunno.
Ugh!! Focus on your opponent, Travis!!
See, I'm running out of pages for my journal. A couple of the pages got soaked after I dropped it into a puddle so I've got like 2 left!
But I keep using up all the pages!
Alexander Hayes.
I don't 100% know who you are, or what you're like.
That was probably a bad way to start my insults.
Okay, so... thinks my first ever singles match. In history. Of my entire life. I had like a couple 1-on-1 nattles during my youth but those are a bit more eldritch and stuff. Weird, kinda.
So, I might lose! I mean everybody can lose a match! All they have to do is get pinned!
Unless it's a reverse match, where you have to get pinned to win. Which in essence would be the same as a regular match, knock your opponent out and then put them on top of you!
Not that different. Huh.
Well, in any case, I think I can settle for a good showing after all. VBS specialise in putting on lazy, repetitive matches so that's gonna be my main gameplan.
Boots and Chokeslams. That's da bread and butter.
Oh dear!
I've only got like a couple lines left!
My shoot!
It's ruined!!
I guess I gotta buy a new book now, hmm?
Well, my apologies Alex. I would've done more but I can't. I'm literally inches away from not being able to write any more. Too damp. Damp paper.
And I'm supposed to be lazy so I'm not gonna use my phone. My gloves don't make it easy for me to type, but I have to wear this Tomb Guardian stuff because when I was just a child I
(The rest of the writing is cut off by very damp paper. The journal is finished.)
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Sunday.
The 9th of August.
MET Center.
❄︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎⬧︎ is seconds away from walking out to his match. William is right beside him, pacing, a slight bit of fear in his eyes. He grips his Aldi bag, megaphone and Halberd tight. He's prepared physically but..
"Stop looking at me like that! I'm fine!"
William scolds, continuing to pace.
Realising the futility of trying to speak, the mute man settles for a reassuring hand on William's shoulder. He's worried. William relents, turning to face him.
"Alright, man! I get you're-..
Listen! If I need help in my match I'll text you. But I'll be fine. Thag Lacklan is gonna be taught, man!!
NOBODY!! NOBODY tazes my frien- I mean, Very Big dudes.
And I am definetly going to win.
100%.
...
...
Unless she targets my knee.
And then insults me on commentary.
And tricks into tazing myself.
And then gets Vonn to beat me up with a giant ladder.
And then gets her partner to beat me up.
And then has some fan manage to Rick me into not being a coward.
And then I buckle my knee going for my finisher a second time.
But-!! Come on!! I'll be fine!
What are the odds of ALL of those things happening?"
