Post by vastrix on Jan 30, 2024 15:22:26 GMT -6
“God’s Gift” Jeremiah Vastrix sits at a bar with a fufu drink of some sort sitting in front of him, You can tell that it’s fufu as it is purple and shimmers in a silvery sort of way when he swirls the drink before taking a sip from it. He glances at the camera with a smirk before setting his drink down.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I suppose this is where you’ll want me to talk about how I get to face Hunter Valentyne in the ring. I signed up for a one-match contract with New Edge and I drew Hunter. Jesse Styles must be feeling guilty for ruining my eye when I was last in NEW and is giving me an easy win.
Jeremiah points to his right eye that’s replaced by a blue gemstone cybernetic. It flashes blue for a moment before Jeremiah chuckles and takes another sip of his drink.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I was meant to have been on the Night of the Ninja Memorial Show, but you just couldn’t keep yourself out of trouble. Could you, Hunter? Suspended for a show or two and so you cut into my air time. Figures. I get paid less for being on Ignite than I do for a pay-per-view. Ordinarily, I would just turn down the booking, but I did agree to a match. I would hate for it to be said that I back out of my agreements. It would look bad for me when I take over the Warhammer Corporation from my old man.
Jeremiah lights up a cigarette, but the bartender walks over and snatches it right from Jeremiah’s mouth to put it out.
Bartender - You can’t smoke inside. You’ll have to take it outside.
Jeremiah just shrugs and sips at his drink.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Are you even cleared to wrestle? Hunter, I’m not saying that you’re old, but I mean…you’re old. I would hate to be the one that you faced in the ring when you broke a hip. That would be bad for business. Well, unless I were the one breaking your hip I suppose. That could be different. That would be me putting you out to pasture for the last time. You would have to tune into wrestling from the nursing home common room and fight with the old ladies who are trying to watch their crochet shows on the communal tv.
Jeremiah polishes off his drink and drops a tip for the bartender before stepping outside into the beer garden that’s warmed through some external heaters. He joins the other smokers in exile as he lights up a fresh cigarette. He takes a nice, long drag from the cigarette and blows the smoke into the air.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Face it, Hunter. I’m younger than you. I’m more vital than you. I can work circles around you in the ring. I’ll take you down without even breaking a sweat. Oh, I’m sure you’ve been waiting for me to talk so that you can counterpoint my every single point I’m making here, but the point remains. You are old. You are broken. I will run circles around you and defeat you in the ring with ease. Jesse might as well have put me up against enhancement talent as they might have given me a bigger challenge. Though I suppose that the name “Hunter Valentyne” might mean something in this sport being that it has been a name that was kicking butt and taking names when I was in diapers. Heck, you prolly took down a World champion or two before they even decided to put wrestling on television. Kudos. None of these past accomplishments are going to mean anything once you get into the ring with me, Hunter. Not a damn thing.
Jeremiah flicks ashes onto the ground with a laugh before taking another long drag from it and blowing smoke into the air.
Jeremiah Vastrix - The real question becomes this. How can I say that I’m going to kick your ass all around the ring more times than Jesse Styles can count before it gets old? Not long, really. I mean, I’ve already bored myself just by talking about how dreadfully old you are, Hunter. I could talk about how my skills are like the Rockies and your skills are like the Appellations, worn down with time. But that really is just restating that you are old. I could say again how age has made your bones brittle so that I could easily break them, but I think I had mentioned the very real danger of you breaking a hip in the ring when facing me.
Jeremiah flicks his cigarette butt across the beer garden where it lands against the side of the building and explodes into a shower of sparks.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I’m sure you’ll have something to say against me and talk about how you’ve won more championships than me or how you’ve won more matches then I ever have, but we get that. You’re old. You’ve done more things than me being the fact that I am younger than you. So, of course, you have done more things than me. I will tear your ego down a few notches when I prance around you with ease, because I’m younger than you.
Jeremiah considers getting up to go back inside the bar, but then settles back down and lights himself another cigarette. He takes a long drag from the smoke and blows the smoke into the air.
Jeremiah Vastrix - So, in summation. You’re old and you are going to lose. Thank you and have a nice day.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I suppose this is where you’ll want me to talk about how I get to face Hunter Valentyne in the ring. I signed up for a one-match contract with New Edge and I drew Hunter. Jesse Styles must be feeling guilty for ruining my eye when I was last in NEW and is giving me an easy win.
Jeremiah points to his right eye that’s replaced by a blue gemstone cybernetic. It flashes blue for a moment before Jeremiah chuckles and takes another sip of his drink.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I was meant to have been on the Night of the Ninja Memorial Show, but you just couldn’t keep yourself out of trouble. Could you, Hunter? Suspended for a show or two and so you cut into my air time. Figures. I get paid less for being on Ignite than I do for a pay-per-view. Ordinarily, I would just turn down the booking, but I did agree to a match. I would hate for it to be said that I back out of my agreements. It would look bad for me when I take over the Warhammer Corporation from my old man.
Jeremiah lights up a cigarette, but the bartender walks over and snatches it right from Jeremiah’s mouth to put it out.
Bartender - You can’t smoke inside. You’ll have to take it outside.
Jeremiah just shrugs and sips at his drink.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Are you even cleared to wrestle? Hunter, I’m not saying that you’re old, but I mean…you’re old. I would hate to be the one that you faced in the ring when you broke a hip. That would be bad for business. Well, unless I were the one breaking your hip I suppose. That could be different. That would be me putting you out to pasture for the last time. You would have to tune into wrestling from the nursing home common room and fight with the old ladies who are trying to watch their crochet shows on the communal tv.
Jeremiah polishes off his drink and drops a tip for the bartender before stepping outside into the beer garden that’s warmed through some external heaters. He joins the other smokers in exile as he lights up a fresh cigarette. He takes a nice, long drag from the cigarette and blows the smoke into the air.
Jeremiah Vastrix - Face it, Hunter. I’m younger than you. I’m more vital than you. I can work circles around you in the ring. I’ll take you down without even breaking a sweat. Oh, I’m sure you’ve been waiting for me to talk so that you can counterpoint my every single point I’m making here, but the point remains. You are old. You are broken. I will run circles around you and defeat you in the ring with ease. Jesse might as well have put me up against enhancement talent as they might have given me a bigger challenge. Though I suppose that the name “Hunter Valentyne” might mean something in this sport being that it has been a name that was kicking butt and taking names when I was in diapers. Heck, you prolly took down a World champion or two before they even decided to put wrestling on television. Kudos. None of these past accomplishments are going to mean anything once you get into the ring with me, Hunter. Not a damn thing.
Jeremiah flicks ashes onto the ground with a laugh before taking another long drag from it and blowing smoke into the air.
Jeremiah Vastrix - The real question becomes this. How can I say that I’m going to kick your ass all around the ring more times than Jesse Styles can count before it gets old? Not long, really. I mean, I’ve already bored myself just by talking about how dreadfully old you are, Hunter. I could talk about how my skills are like the Rockies and your skills are like the Appellations, worn down with time. But that really is just restating that you are old. I could say again how age has made your bones brittle so that I could easily break them, but I think I had mentioned the very real danger of you breaking a hip in the ring when facing me.
Jeremiah flicks his cigarette butt across the beer garden where it lands against the side of the building and explodes into a shower of sparks.
Jeremiah Vastrix - I’m sure you’ll have something to say against me and talk about how you’ve won more championships than me or how you’ve won more matches then I ever have, but we get that. You’re old. You’ve done more things than me being the fact that I am younger than you. So, of course, you have done more things than me. I will tear your ego down a few notches when I prance around you with ease, because I’m younger than you.
Jeremiah considers getting up to go back inside the bar, but then settles back down and lights himself another cigarette. He takes a long drag from the smoke and blows the smoke into the air.
Jeremiah Vastrix - So, in summation. You’re old and you are going to lose. Thank you and have a nice day.