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| The Mechanics of a Return; ZOMBIE BLACK | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 30 2017, 12:58 PM (22 Views) | |
| Minister Wighty | Apr 30 2017, 12:58 PM Post #1 |
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"There's a lot that goes into getting signed to a contract for a pro wrestling federation, especially one as big as Full Intensity Wrestling." Zombie Black is being filmed in black and white. Why? I dunno. Aesthetic? He's in a rural city somewhere in Northern Ireland. Maybe a section of Belfast. Maybe some other small town where he's seeing the sights. Lots of grass and old stone. If Black hand an instagram, his fans would be going nuts right now. No paint at the moment, but a heavy pair of shades keep his semi-lucha spirit honest. "It's one thing to hit the ring, deliver a fire promo, and play to the crowd to get a big reaction. Enough of 'em follow me on Twitter, enough of 'em felt it was a long time coming... that shit was basically in the bag. But with the other stuff... hoo, boy! I sorta jumped the line on a lot of the technical stuff, thanks in no small part to Michael Hayden, and to both a lesser and greater extent, Orion Oldroid. But the weigh-ins, the physical examination, the contract nitty-gritty, signing, and all that... getting my personal info all over again... that takes time. And..." He stares off in the middle distance, half-frowning. "I'm not gonna pretend like I've stayed in tip-top condition since I left. I lost about twenty pounds, and it was all muscle mass. I've needed to see what I can still do in the ring, who I can still pick up and who I can't... see if any of my flexibility returned in exchange for the muscle loss. But I have still been wrestling in bingo halls and high school gymnasiums, so there's no ring rust to worry about. No questions of "does he still have it"? Yes. Yes I do. I never lost it." I could've probably spaced that out more dramatically, but... ah, fuck it. "So I have the big battle royale, and thats' cool. Even if I don't win... and man, there are hungrier guys in there, so I wouldn't be surprised... even if I don't win it'll be a hell of a fight. I'm looking forward to it. More than that, though, I'm looking forward to my actual return match against Sang Hyon-Lee." A shrug from Zombie, as he continues walking. "I'd be lying if I said I've followed your career very closely. I know you're a model, and fuck. You've got the look for it. I know you're a good guy, with a good heart, ultimately. You kinda remind me of a Korean Harley Torres; rough around the edges, a little snotty... but ultimately a good person." He chuckles, smile spreading somewhere to his eyes beneath the shades. "Kira Izumi told me on Twitter I needed to kick your ass, because you're a bastard who deserves it. I don't know about all that. Kira Izumi, with all his credit as a performer, talks to himself and attacks people's parents. Best case scenario for him, that's the pot calling the kettle black. More likely, you got on the wrong side of Kira Izumi and he knows I'm fit enough to make you pay for it." Zombie stops again, looking down at his boots before looking back up to the camera. "This is the hard part of the promo, isn't it? I told myself when I came back that I was gonna try to... be nice. Y'know? But nobody likes to lose. The fact of the matter is, Sang Hyong-Lee... you're going to lose come Tuesday. Because while I might not be surfing a wave of momentum into the battle royale enough to re-capture the Fighting Spirit Championship, I've got more than enough juice in the tank to drag you around the ring, knock you down, and keep you there for the one-two-three." Black shrugs his shoulders, leaning off toward the edge of the frame. "But that's business, right? I'd expect you to try an' do the same to me. An' if not... well... I guess at least Kira will be happy. Right?" That sounded vaguely threatening. Black's feet shuffle him out-of-frame and we fade. |
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