Post by The Kayby on Feb 8, 2021 22:12:08 GMT -5
Through the black, rose peddles swirl around inviting a dolly shot. As the camera pans in the black pulls away like a curtain revealing a blinding white light. "Welcome," the combined voices of our protagonists say gently. The aperture closes allowing us to see Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor, dressed in a galaxy-print kimono, draped across an elegant burgundy velvet loveseat. To her left, which is actually her behind, Kayby Hale Cassidy sits bow-legged. He's dressed in a much more simple black kimono with deep purple accents. Around them, almost secondary to their dramatic opening, a luxury hotel in the heart of Tokyo.
"Now this, Bambi, is the life." Kayby Hale Cassidy says, an o-choko pinched between two fingers.
"Yeah, it's really too bad we have to leave to compete tonight." Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says through a relaxed sigh.
"Oh yeah," Kayby Hale Cassidy snickers. "Aren't we facing John Blade? Aw John, love you buddy!" He raises his o-choko.
"Awh Johnny Blades, I missed you buddy. But Hale, I think you have another opponent as well."
"Really, who?"
"I don't remember, where's the match card?"
"Don't you have it readily available?"
"Why would I have it readily available? We're in our hotel room, you buttface."
"Did you check your pockets?"
"Does this thing even have pockets?" Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor pats around the kimono.
"Ugh, fine. I'll get up."
The camera cuts for a split second. When it returns our protagonists are once again in their seated position. "Hey Hale, I think you have another opponent as well." Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor sarcastically overacts.
"Really, who?" Kayby Hale Cassidy follows her sarcastic overacting.
"I have the match card readily available. It's says here you're facing John Blade and... Sexi Lexi." she trails off.
"Oh, Sexi Lexi." Kayby Hale Cassidy says with a flat tone. The life in his eyes seems to retreat momentarily.
"Hale," The life in his eyes returns. After a second he turns his head to her. "It's time walk on a bitchy stepping stone." A smile creeps across the face of Kayby Hale Cassidy. With a knowing look toward Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor, he snaps his head toward the camera.
"You know, Sexi Lexi, you let me down. I welcomed you in; put out my best effort to pull my fair share and even trusted you to do the same. I had not a single doubt about you on January 11th, because I knew you were a competitor." He looks down and away from the camera. "On January 11th, you and I had a match against Captain America Jackson and Damian Warren, and you let me down. So let's fast-forward two weeks to 2021 Ways to Die. You get a North American Championship match in a triple threat while I get relegated to the Hardcore Championship match, which, unlike you, I won. Suffice to say," Kayby Hale Cassidy looks back at the camera; his eyes seem to stare directly through the camera. "I am not very happy with the management of this place. I earned a shot at America Jackson. Sexi Lexi, and her inflated ego, lost me a tag team match against America and is rewarded with a title shot? Does this business value losing now?"
"Eh, Lexi, this you, fam?"
"And," Kayby Hale Cassidy says with an exasperated snicker, "you know what's the real kick in the knackers? Even after walking away with the Hardcore Championship, Alex Scott still thinks he's facing Adelaine Ainsworth. So if anyone has a reason to be 'not very happy with management', it's me. Every time I manage to take a step forward, some little shit like you sets be back two." Kayby Hale Cassidy shoots the camera a look of disgust. "And don't mistake my tone for bitterness. I have scratched and clawed for every single inch that I have gotten, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"This isn't even about retribution against you for your subpar performance from January 11th. This is about the one chance we freely gave you to show us you were worth our respect. You took that chance and spit on it before walking away. So quite frankly, we don't respect you, Sexi Lexi," Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says in a flat tone. "The very next time you showed your face after that, you pretended like we didn't even exist. You don't even acknowledge us. Worse than that, you come out here, remind us all that you're spoiled and make a blatantly hypocritical statement."
"So now, Sexi Lexi, this is personal between you and I. When I inevitably come toe to toe with Captain America Jackson the Vegas odds are in his favour. On paper, he's beaten me quite handily; and that is ammunition that I'm sure will be used against me. When I inevitably come toe to toe with The Devil Himself once again the Vegas odds are his favour. On paper, he's beaten me quite handily now twice. They now hold victories over my head, and that may not matter a whole hell of a lot to you, but it matters to me. It is a point of pride that I have; a standard for myself. I look at my record and it makes me want to vomit because everyone in that audience will tell you that I am simply better, but my record and my advancement don't reflect that. It's flat tires like you that keep holding me back. That's a point of fact; you were the weak link in our tag team chain. When I beat you this week I prove to the world that I was not the problem in that match. It proves that, given the opportunity, I could keep up with Damian or Captain America. It proves those who don't believe in me wrong."
"So congratulations, you fucked up. You are now going to pay a penance in the form of an APW Depth Chart sacrifice."
The camera begins panning back.
"Old Sea Captain-style too." Kayby Hale Cassidy says, his voice growing quieter. "We're just going to tape you to the front of a galleon, raise anchor and steer you south."
With that we fade to black.
"Now this, Bambi, is the life." Kayby Hale Cassidy says, an o-choko pinched between two fingers.
"Yeah, it's really too bad we have to leave to compete tonight." Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says through a relaxed sigh.
"Oh yeah," Kayby Hale Cassidy snickers. "Aren't we facing John Blade? Aw John, love you buddy!" He raises his o-choko.
"Awh Johnny Blades, I missed you buddy. But Hale, I think you have another opponent as well."
"Really, who?"
"I don't remember, where's the match card?"
"Don't you have it readily available?"
"Why would I have it readily available? We're in our hotel room, you buttface."
"Did you check your pockets?"
"Does this thing even have pockets?" Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor pats around the kimono.
"Ugh, fine. I'll get up."
The camera cuts for a split second. When it returns our protagonists are once again in their seated position. "Hey Hale, I think you have another opponent as well." Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor sarcastically overacts.
"Really, who?" Kayby Hale Cassidy follows her sarcastic overacting.
"I have the match card readily available. It's says here you're facing John Blade and... Sexi Lexi." she trails off.
"Oh, Sexi Lexi." Kayby Hale Cassidy says with a flat tone. The life in his eyes seems to retreat momentarily.
"Hale," The life in his eyes returns. After a second he turns his head to her. "It's time walk on a bitchy stepping stone." A smile creeps across the face of Kayby Hale Cassidy. With a knowing look toward Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor, he snaps his head toward the camera.
"You know, Sexi Lexi, you let me down. I welcomed you in; put out my best effort to pull my fair share and even trusted you to do the same. I had not a single doubt about you on January 11th, because I knew you were a competitor." He looks down and away from the camera. "On January 11th, you and I had a match against Captain America Jackson and Damian Warren, and you let me down. So let's fast-forward two weeks to 2021 Ways to Die. You get a North American Championship match in a triple threat while I get relegated to the Hardcore Championship match, which, unlike you, I won. Suffice to say," Kayby Hale Cassidy looks back at the camera; his eyes seem to stare directly through the camera. "I am not very happy with the management of this place. I earned a shot at America Jackson. Sexi Lexi, and her inflated ego, lost me a tag team match against America and is rewarded with a title shot? Does this business value losing now?"
"Eh, Lexi, this you, fam?"
"And," Kayby Hale Cassidy says with an exasperated snicker, "you know what's the real kick in the knackers? Even after walking away with the Hardcore Championship, Alex Scott still thinks he's facing Adelaine Ainsworth. So if anyone has a reason to be 'not very happy with management', it's me. Every time I manage to take a step forward, some little shit like you sets be back two." Kayby Hale Cassidy shoots the camera a look of disgust. "And don't mistake my tone for bitterness. I have scratched and clawed for every single inch that I have gotten, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"This isn't even about retribution against you for your subpar performance from January 11th. This is about the one chance we freely gave you to show us you were worth our respect. You took that chance and spit on it before walking away. So quite frankly, we don't respect you, Sexi Lexi," Taylor Made Ms. Arden Taylor says in a flat tone. "The very next time you showed your face after that, you pretended like we didn't even exist. You don't even acknowledge us. Worse than that, you come out here, remind us all that you're spoiled and make a blatantly hypocritical statement."
"So now, Sexi Lexi, this is personal between you and I. When I inevitably come toe to toe with Captain America Jackson the Vegas odds are in his favour. On paper, he's beaten me quite handily; and that is ammunition that I'm sure will be used against me. When I inevitably come toe to toe with The Devil Himself once again the Vegas odds are his favour. On paper, he's beaten me quite handily now twice. They now hold victories over my head, and that may not matter a whole hell of a lot to you, but it matters to me. It is a point of pride that I have; a standard for myself. I look at my record and it makes me want to vomit because everyone in that audience will tell you that I am simply better, but my record and my advancement don't reflect that. It's flat tires like you that keep holding me back. That's a point of fact; you were the weak link in our tag team chain. When I beat you this week I prove to the world that I was not the problem in that match. It proves that, given the opportunity, I could keep up with Damian or Captain America. It proves those who don't believe in me wrong."
"So congratulations, you fucked up. You are now going to pay a penance in the form of an APW Depth Chart sacrifice."
The camera begins panning back.
"Old Sea Captain-style too." Kayby Hale Cassidy says, his voice growing quieter. "We're just going to tape you to the front of a galleon, raise anchor and steer you south."
With that we fade to black.
