Post by Crash Rodriguez on Aug 9, 2021 21:00:28 GMT -5
We open to see Louis Pohl standing beside a man wearing an executioner's hood. Lou stands beneath a dim light, in his burgundy suit as he peers through his glasses, as he puffs on a cigarette. Around them are walls of concrete, covered in blood and grime.
"You should panic."
Lou stands for a second, his face stern. Features unwavering, as his eyes pierce into your core.
"I don't think you people heard what I said. You should be panicking. You should be battling fits of hysteria, as the world around you continues to morph into something you no longer recognize. You should be shaking in paranoia over the fact that your heros and loved ones at any moment can be taken away from you. You should be sobbing those ugly tears not knowing if normalcy will ever return."
Lou takes a drag from his cigarette as he starts to pace back and forth.
"You see, not too long ago, at Fallout X: Dead by Daylight, a man made his presence. This man is a walking myth. A legend of depravity and mutilation. That man. That myth. That legend was El Vagabundo, The Crooked Man…"
Lou stops by the hooded man. He pulls the executioner's hood off of the man beside him, revealing him to be Crash.
"CRASH RODRIGUEZ!"
Lou stands there, the hood in his hand as he begins to pace from left to right, chugging down his cigarette.
"You should panic. You should panic, because Crash Rodriguez is back and he's here to maim, mutilate and dismantle not just his opposition, but the entire fucking show. You've probably seen my tweets, and understand that they are not empty. He is the next diamond of this industry."
Crash smiles faintly as Lou places his arms around his belt line.
"The man made his return, took out a champion in record time and pinned him. Yet, here he is tagging up in a fucking dark match. Does Christian DeMarco not realize what kind of talent is sitting right in front of him? Or perhaps, he's stupid enough to just slap him in the face, and disrespect the man who laid out your Koresh Lite champion."
Lou scoffs as Crash shakes his head. The displeasure on his face is noticeable. Meanwhile Lou seems bewildered. Exasperated, Lou starts to stutter as his voice booms out once again.
"A-a-an-and that's the real kicker here. You people don't seem to give a damn. He's been gone and not a word spoken about it. Now he's back and everybody wants to act hyped. You people don't care about him. If anybody in this damn promotion gave a shit, well then we wouldn't be here. The GM doesn't care about Crash. This show doesn't care about Crash. This company doesn't give a rat's ass about Crash Rodriguez. So why should he care about you?"
Lou flicks his cigarette at the camera as he paces back and forth some more. A bit of distortion cuts forward to Lou stopping next to Crash, and lighting another cigarette.
"You should panic. You should fucking panicing, people. Because what you all fail to realize is that Crash Rodriguez is unlike anything you've ever witnessed. You should take a second, you know what everybody, let's stop, take one second to breathe.."
Lou breathes in deeply and exhales slow
"now... PANIC!"
"You should panic."
Lou stands for a second, his face stern. Features unwavering, as his eyes pierce into your core.
"I don't think you people heard what I said. You should be panicking. You should be battling fits of hysteria, as the world around you continues to morph into something you no longer recognize. You should be shaking in paranoia over the fact that your heros and loved ones at any moment can be taken away from you. You should be sobbing those ugly tears not knowing if normalcy will ever return."
Lou takes a drag from his cigarette as he starts to pace back and forth.
"You see, not too long ago, at Fallout X: Dead by Daylight, a man made his presence. This man is a walking myth. A legend of depravity and mutilation. That man. That myth. That legend was El Vagabundo, The Crooked Man…"
Lou stops by the hooded man. He pulls the executioner's hood off of the man beside him, revealing him to be Crash.
"CRASH RODRIGUEZ!"
Lou stands there, the hood in his hand as he begins to pace from left to right, chugging down his cigarette.
"You should panic. You should panic, because Crash Rodriguez is back and he's here to maim, mutilate and dismantle not just his opposition, but the entire fucking show. You've probably seen my tweets, and understand that they are not empty. He is the next diamond of this industry."
Crash smiles faintly as Lou places his arms around his belt line.
"The man made his return, took out a champion in record time and pinned him. Yet, here he is tagging up in a fucking dark match. Does Christian DeMarco not realize what kind of talent is sitting right in front of him? Or perhaps, he's stupid enough to just slap him in the face, and disrespect the man who laid out your Koresh Lite champion."
Lou scoffs as Crash shakes his head. The displeasure on his face is noticeable. Meanwhile Lou seems bewildered. Exasperated, Lou starts to stutter as his voice booms out once again.
"A-a-an-and that's the real kicker here. You people don't seem to give a damn. He's been gone and not a word spoken about it. Now he's back and everybody wants to act hyped. You people don't care about him. If anybody in this damn promotion gave a shit, well then we wouldn't be here. The GM doesn't care about Crash. This show doesn't care about Crash. This company doesn't give a rat's ass about Crash Rodriguez. So why should he care about you?"
Lou flicks his cigarette at the camera as he paces back and forth some more. A bit of distortion cuts forward to Lou stopping next to Crash, and lighting another cigarette.
"You should panic. You should fucking panicing, people. Because what you all fail to realize is that Crash Rodriguez is unlike anything you've ever witnessed. You should take a second, you know what everybody, let's stop, take one second to breathe.."
Lou breathes in deeply and exhales slow
"now... PANIC!"