Post by Trey Bouchet on May 19, 2021 18:27:46 GMT -5
Not My Guy
Trey Bouchet was built for suplexing. Only slightly undersized by civilian standards, he was small for his chosen profession. This worked for him, though, as he could get in close to an opponent, and use the physical traits that were plexceptional even among other wrestlers to perform what was more than his signature move but his entire ethos.
His shoulders and hips were broad and capable of bearing great weight. His limbs, while truncated, were powerful. Throughout his career he had time and again been able to catch, clinch, and release wrestlers much larger than himself.
Trey has parked his Atom Ant physique in a director’s chair set under the hot lights of a television studio broadcasting out of Curitiba. He’s dressed in a navy short sleeve henley and chinos. He looks eager to talk, smiling broadly at the off-screen interviewer as he fidgets in his seat.
Crystal Ward: Trey Bouchet’s your given name?
Trey Bouchet: Yeah!
Crystal Ward: That’s serendipitous.
Trey Bouchet: Very! I mean, I don’t think the folks named me it on account of my predispositions, though I plexhibited them at a very young age. Even as a newborn I was throwing stuff, and not just colicky fits; binkies, bottles, blankies, plecetera plecetera; whatever Mom put in the crib got tossed out of it.
Crystal Ward: Most babies do that though.
Trey Bouchet: Not with my range or accuracy.
Crystal Ward: Did you suplex your stuffed animals too?
Trey Bouchet: Nah, I outgrew those by the time I discovered suplexes. I was ten years old. My Uncle Dudley took me to a wrestling match at the Thibodaux Civic Center- Thibodaux is in Lafourche Parish, Louisiana- which is near Pointe Aux Chenes, where I’m from. Uncle Dudley might not have graduated 8th grade, but he had wisdom. He knew watching guys and gals chucking each other around the ring would appeal to my plexcentricities. I saw a wrestler named Kid Phantasm destroy some poor schmoe with an Ocean Cyclone Suplex, and that was enough to hook me. I had found my calling.
Crystal Ward: Ok, but why focus so much on suplexes?
Trey Bouchet: Because they’re the perfect offensive maneuver. If you can suplex a person you can pin them, and I can suplex anybody.
Crystal Ward: Yes, but aren’t you worried relying exclusively-
Trey Bouchet: -plexclusively-
The interviewer gives her subject and plexpectant stare He shrugs awkwardly.
Trey Bouchet: Sorry. Reflex.
Crystal Ward: Don’t you mean reef-plex?
The Cajun Catapult is impressed by the woman's deft use of 'word suplay'.
Trey Bouchet: I didn’t, though I really should have! But yeah, let me go ahead and answer the question. It’s one I get a lot. Why rely so much on the suplex? Well, Bruce Lee had a saying: “I don’t fear the man who practices ten thousand kicks one time; I fear the man who practices one kick ten thousand times.” Same principle applies here.
Crystal Ward: Are there ten thousand different kinds of kicks?
Trey Bouchet: I… don’t think so. I’m probably plexaggerating the number a bit. Or he did. I know there aren’t ten thousand different kinds of suplexes. It’s more like 157, give or take. And I know them all. Not only how to throw each one, but to block and counter them.
Crystal Ward: What made you choose to sign with Honor Wrestling?
Trey Bouchet: For a change of pace. To test myself against some new faces.
Crystal Ward: And their suplexes.
The Cajun Catapult’s eyes grow wide. He nods vigorously and leans forward in his seat.
Trey Bouchet: Oh, yeah. I was very impressed with what I saw when I caught the last Proving Ground. There are a lot of suplayers on the roster. Not just in plexecution but in defense. Emmanuelle’s transitioning Aiden Reynolds’s deadlift German into a Victory Roll? *muah* Chef’s kiss.
Crystal Ward: That’s an, er, ‘plexcellent’ segue to discuss your first opponent here in Honor Wrestling. You’ll be facing “Spicy” Serrano Poblano in a dark match. Any thoughts on the ‘The Ambassador of FlavorTown’?”
Trey Bouchet: Yeah. I kinda liked him at first. I can empathize with his situation.. He’s got a passion: cooking, and he makes it part of his routine. It might not be the most serious of aesthetics, but it matters to him. Like me and suplexes. And just like what happened to me when I was starting out people wanted to pigeonhole me as a joke; a novelty act. That’s not who I am. Don’t dismiss me just because I only do suplexes. Respect me because I can beat your ass with only suplexes. I wanted to support this guy Poblano for sticking to his guns and following his bliss, especially when I heard people saying his win against the giant Postman dude during Proving Ground shouldn’t have happened because he’s enhancement talent and he’s here to lose. That’s a crummy thing to label someone. I know because I lived it. But then duder had to go and whizz all that goodwill away by acting like an asshat around you. That wasn’t cool. And I’m not trying to white knight for you or anything. Seems like you knew how to handle it and shut that guy down. But that doesn’t change my opinion of him. I like the weirdos of this industry if they can still plexhibit basic human decency. Poblano doesn’t want to do that? Then I got no use for him. At Proving Ground Friday Imma suplex him around the ring until he’s horking up his 80 Proof self-medication, then pin him and move onto whatever the next challenge will be.