Post by C̸̣̠̑̊ŗ̸̙̔͠u̵̗̾̾Z̴̗̺̿̀e̷̛͓͕̕ on Aug 22, 2022 6:41:58 GMT
“Muy bueno, muchacho.”
CruZe turned to face the direction of El Gringo Loco’s voice. This time he seemed happier to be speaking to El Gringo Loco. After all, he wasn’t under threat of whatever punishment the old man had in store for him if he hadn't won WrestleVerse’s Eternal Title.
“It looks good on you,” El Gringo Loco continued, admiring the shining gold hanging over CruZe’s shoulder.
The masked man reached out longingly for CruZe’s championship belt. This annoyed the champion a bit, but he gave in without question, reluctantly handing the strap over to El Gringo Loco.
“Ah, yes,” El Gringo Loco hissed pleasantly as the Eternal Championship’s plate came to rest comfortably upon his wide shoulder. “You did a great job out there, amigo, y you will be rewarded.”
Unsure of whether he should accept said reward or not, CruZe was silent for a moment. “What reward,” he said at length, too tempted by El Gringo Loco’s generosity. El Gringo Loco was a rich man so there was no telling what he might bestow upon the newly-crowned Eternal Champion.
"As you know from prior experience, mi amigo, being el campeón comes with a certain amount of poder y respeto, but it also comes with a responsabilidad of defending your title.” El Gringo Loco seemed to be leading into something.
Impatiently, CruZe waited for his manager to get to the point. “I’ve been in similar spots before. What are you getting at?”
“My point is that I want to make this responsibility a bit easier for you,” explained El Gringo Loco before he raised a single hand and snapped his fingers. “Gamby, ¿Podrían por favor?”
As El Gringo Loco snapped, CruZe flinched a bit, intimidation present in his eyes because he knew Gamby. He was afraid to even turn to look back in the direction from which he could hear footsteps. After a long pause, he finally ventured to turn. He saw the massive man standing just under 7 feet tall and weighing close to 400 pounds. Needless to say, this man ‘Gamby’ was well-suited to be El Gringo Loco’s muscle. In Gamby’s arms was a huge box which he seemed to have no problem carrying before setting it down gingerly before CruZe. The Eternal Champion’s eyes studied the mysterious parcel before looking at Gamby then to El Gringo Loco who was still clinging tightly to the Eternal title shining from its place over his shoulder.
“Avanzar. Arbelo, muchacho,” El Gringo Loco invited CruZe with a gleaming smile which paired well with the gleaming gold.
Silently, CruZe pushed the flaps aside. Within the box, he found a newly-minted pair of robotic legs. CruZe’s mouth gaped for a moment then he released a sigh of relief.
“Don’t be so uptight,” El Gringo Loco laughed with a slap on CruZe’s shoulder. “Those are a new set of upgraded legs. I may be a strict man when I am not pleased, CruZe, but I am a generous man when you do as I have asked. Consider it a reward for a job well done, mi amigo. These legs will give you a 72-inch vertical, and they’re even equipped with BlueTooth and Wi-Fi! Conveniente, ¿verdad?”
After receiving his reward from El Gringo Loco for successfully capturing the Eternal Championship, CruZe couldn’t wait to try on his new legs so he could put the supposed '72-inch vertical' to the test. Once they were connected at his knees and brought online, he stood in them in a gym locker room. There was only one way to properly try these out. CruZe grabbed a basketball from the bench beside where he had been sitting and ventured out to the basketball court just beyond the exit of the locker room.
“Well, let’s see what those can do, shall we,” CruZe heard El Gringo Loco bellow from the other end of the court. The old luchador was still in possession of the Eternal Championship, keeping it well-protected between him gripping it tightly to his chest and the two large men surrounding him; one of those men was Gamby, of course.
CruZe didn’t quite know what to expect, but he began to dribble the basketball. At first, he remained in place, warming himself up by breaking out some impressive dribbling and footwork before sprinting toward the basket. As he dribbled up to it, he pushed off the ground looking to slam dunk the ball, but he was surprised when he overshot the hoop itself.
BAM!
CruZe’s face was smashed up against the backboard. In an almost comic fashion, he slid down then fell backwards from the hoop. This warranted laughter from El Gringo Loco and his two goons as CruZe laid wide-eyed and motionless on the court floor for a moment.
“CruZe,” El Gringo Loco finally said, realizing how long his chosen champion was lying on the court, fearing the worst, “¿Estás bien?”
CruZe suddenly sat up then looked over at El Gringo Loco. “We may need to raise the hoop,” he said, clearly accepting the challenge these new legs posed.
This response from CruZe prompted El Gringo Loco’s two goons to look at their boss. He looked at each of them, “Well, what are you two waiting for…?”
This was all they needed to hear before hopping directly to and beginning to raise the height of the basketball hoop. Within moments, they were finished and before they even could CruZe was already flying over their head with the iconic Michael Jordan slam dunk with his legs outstretched and his arm reaching toward the goal before slamming the ball home. The basketball fell and bounced off of Gamby’s large dome causing it to roll off the court.
“A little help,” CruZe asked Gamby with open hands.
Gamby retrieved the ball and tossed it to CruZe who seemed to be gaining confidence with the new legs as he strutted across the court, dribbling the basketball. He looked over at El Gringo Loco then back toward the hoop, “Watch this,” he boasted before taking off toward the hoop.
As he approached the hoop, he leapt and —in one fluid motion— CruZe executed a front flip then slammed the ball into the hoop perfectly, clinging to the hoop after he did allowing himself to swing there as he let out a glorious roar. “BOOM SHAKALAKA!”
As he hung there, El Gringo Loco’s eyes were wide with disbelief, he could only say one word: “¡Guau!”
CruZe finally let himself fall from the hoop. Upon landing on his feet, he dribbled back toward the other side of the court. “Axis is fucked,” he chuckled before returning to his practice.
The WrestleVerse logo flashed across the screen before fading back out. Our scene opened up to CruZe standing in front of the camera with El Gringo Loco beside him, hugging the Eternal Championship to his chest.
“At Eternal #2, I did exactly what I said I would,” CruZe reached his hands out and received the Eternal Championship from El Gringo Loco. “I walked out of that combination Pizza Hut/Taco Bell as the first-ever Eternal Champion, and now I find myself with a target on my back by the whole roster, but before I even bother putting any of them down, there’s a gnat I need to swat.”
“Axis, there’s only one reason you’re getting a shot at this,” CruZe stated this as he presented the Eternal Championship to the camera. “It’s because I’m so damn good. I called my shot while I was accepting your challenge you’ve been making since day one! Do you really believe you can beat me?”
CruZe handed the title back to El Gringo Loco, who happily accepted it then clutched it to his chest once more. “Please, Axis, don’t get me wrong. You have a bunch of redeeming qualities. You’re persistent as hell, but sometimes you need to know when to just back off. I tossed your ass out at the WrestleVerse Championship Battle Royal. That should have been the end of all of this, but you just continue to talk and talk and talk until all I could hear was your mouth with my name in it. So, now, here you are. You got what you wanted,” CruZe spread his hands out as if presenting himself. “You and me, one-on-one. If you win, you get to be the Eternal Champion…”
“But,” CruZe interjected with an index finger raised. We could see a grin spread across El Gringo Loco’s face as CruZe said this, “If I win, you have to join the Xtradimensional Bureau of Investigation.” CruZe smirked with a nod of his head. “Based on your stupid persistence and how beefy you are, I’d say you would make the perfect man for XBI security.”
“Better start making career plans with us, Axis, because the Eternal Championship isn’t going anywhere. I’m walking in with it —and subsequently— after I whoop your ass all over the ring in front of the Soldier Field crowd in Chicago, I’m walking out with it.”
CruZe turned to face the direction of El Gringo Loco’s voice. This time he seemed happier to be speaking to El Gringo Loco. After all, he wasn’t under threat of whatever punishment the old man had in store for him if he hadn't won WrestleVerse’s Eternal Title.
“It looks good on you,” El Gringo Loco continued, admiring the shining gold hanging over CruZe’s shoulder.
The masked man reached out longingly for CruZe’s championship belt. This annoyed the champion a bit, but he gave in without question, reluctantly handing the strap over to El Gringo Loco.
“Ah, yes,” El Gringo Loco hissed pleasantly as the Eternal Championship’s plate came to rest comfortably upon his wide shoulder. “You did a great job out there, amigo, y you will be rewarded.”
Unsure of whether he should accept said reward or not, CruZe was silent for a moment. “What reward,” he said at length, too tempted by El Gringo Loco’s generosity. El Gringo Loco was a rich man so there was no telling what he might bestow upon the newly-crowned Eternal Champion.
"As you know from prior experience, mi amigo, being el campeón comes with a certain amount of poder y respeto, but it also comes with a responsabilidad of defending your title.” El Gringo Loco seemed to be leading into something.
Impatiently, CruZe waited for his manager to get to the point. “I’ve been in similar spots before. What are you getting at?”
“My point is that I want to make this responsibility a bit easier for you,” explained El Gringo Loco before he raised a single hand and snapped his fingers. “Gamby, ¿Podrían por favor?”
As El Gringo Loco snapped, CruZe flinched a bit, intimidation present in his eyes because he knew Gamby. He was afraid to even turn to look back in the direction from which he could hear footsteps. After a long pause, he finally ventured to turn. He saw the massive man standing just under 7 feet tall and weighing close to 400 pounds. Needless to say, this man ‘Gamby’ was well-suited to be El Gringo Loco’s muscle. In Gamby’s arms was a huge box which he seemed to have no problem carrying before setting it down gingerly before CruZe. The Eternal Champion’s eyes studied the mysterious parcel before looking at Gamby then to El Gringo Loco who was still clinging tightly to the Eternal title shining from its place over his shoulder.
“Avanzar. Arbelo, muchacho,” El Gringo Loco invited CruZe with a gleaming smile which paired well with the gleaming gold.
Silently, CruZe pushed the flaps aside. Within the box, he found a newly-minted pair of robotic legs. CruZe’s mouth gaped for a moment then he released a sigh of relief.
“Don’t be so uptight,” El Gringo Loco laughed with a slap on CruZe’s shoulder. “Those are a new set of upgraded legs. I may be a strict man when I am not pleased, CruZe, but I am a generous man when you do as I have asked. Consider it a reward for a job well done, mi amigo. These legs will give you a 72-inch vertical, and they’re even equipped with BlueTooth and Wi-Fi! Conveniente, ¿verdad?”
After receiving his reward from El Gringo Loco for successfully capturing the Eternal Championship, CruZe couldn’t wait to try on his new legs so he could put the supposed '72-inch vertical' to the test. Once they were connected at his knees and brought online, he stood in them in a gym locker room. There was only one way to properly try these out. CruZe grabbed a basketball from the bench beside where he had been sitting and ventured out to the basketball court just beyond the exit of the locker room.
“Well, let’s see what those can do, shall we,” CruZe heard El Gringo Loco bellow from the other end of the court. The old luchador was still in possession of the Eternal Championship, keeping it well-protected between him gripping it tightly to his chest and the two large men surrounding him; one of those men was Gamby, of course.
CruZe didn’t quite know what to expect, but he began to dribble the basketball. At first, he remained in place, warming himself up by breaking out some impressive dribbling and footwork before sprinting toward the basket. As he dribbled up to it, he pushed off the ground looking to slam dunk the ball, but he was surprised when he overshot the hoop itself.
BAM!
CruZe’s face was smashed up against the backboard. In an almost comic fashion, he slid down then fell backwards from the hoop. This warranted laughter from El Gringo Loco and his two goons as CruZe laid wide-eyed and motionless on the court floor for a moment.
“CruZe,” El Gringo Loco finally said, realizing how long his chosen champion was lying on the court, fearing the worst, “¿Estás bien?”
CruZe suddenly sat up then looked over at El Gringo Loco. “We may need to raise the hoop,” he said, clearly accepting the challenge these new legs posed.
This response from CruZe prompted El Gringo Loco’s two goons to look at their boss. He looked at each of them, “Well, what are you two waiting for…?”
This was all they needed to hear before hopping directly to and beginning to raise the height of the basketball hoop. Within moments, they were finished and before they even could CruZe was already flying over their head with the iconic Michael Jordan slam dunk with his legs outstretched and his arm reaching toward the goal before slamming the ball home. The basketball fell and bounced off of Gamby’s large dome causing it to roll off the court.
“A little help,” CruZe asked Gamby with open hands.
Gamby retrieved the ball and tossed it to CruZe who seemed to be gaining confidence with the new legs as he strutted across the court, dribbling the basketball. He looked over at El Gringo Loco then back toward the hoop, “Watch this,” he boasted before taking off toward the hoop.
As he approached the hoop, he leapt and —in one fluid motion— CruZe executed a front flip then slammed the ball into the hoop perfectly, clinging to the hoop after he did allowing himself to swing there as he let out a glorious roar. “BOOM SHAKALAKA!”
As he hung there, El Gringo Loco’s eyes were wide with disbelief, he could only say one word: “¡Guau!”
CruZe finally let himself fall from the hoop. Upon landing on his feet, he dribbled back toward the other side of the court. “Axis is fucked,” he chuckled before returning to his practice.
The WrestleVerse logo flashed across the screen before fading back out. Our scene opened up to CruZe standing in front of the camera with El Gringo Loco beside him, hugging the Eternal Championship to his chest.
“At Eternal #2, I did exactly what I said I would,” CruZe reached his hands out and received the Eternal Championship from El Gringo Loco. “I walked out of that combination Pizza Hut/Taco Bell as the first-ever Eternal Champion, and now I find myself with a target on my back by the whole roster, but before I even bother putting any of them down, there’s a gnat I need to swat.”
“Axis, there’s only one reason you’re getting a shot at this,” CruZe stated this as he presented the Eternal Championship to the camera. “It’s because I’m so damn good. I called my shot while I was accepting your challenge you’ve been making since day one! Do you really believe you can beat me?”
CruZe handed the title back to El Gringo Loco, who happily accepted it then clutched it to his chest once more. “Please, Axis, don’t get me wrong. You have a bunch of redeeming qualities. You’re persistent as hell, but sometimes you need to know when to just back off. I tossed your ass out at the WrestleVerse Championship Battle Royal. That should have been the end of all of this, but you just continue to talk and talk and talk until all I could hear was your mouth with my name in it. So, now, here you are. You got what you wanted,” CruZe spread his hands out as if presenting himself. “You and me, one-on-one. If you win, you get to be the Eternal Champion…”
“But,” CruZe interjected with an index finger raised. We could see a grin spread across El Gringo Loco’s face as CruZe said this, “If I win, you have to join the Xtradimensional Bureau of Investigation.” CruZe smirked with a nod of his head. “Based on your stupid persistence and how beefy you are, I’d say you would make the perfect man for XBI security.”
“Better start making career plans with us, Axis, because the Eternal Championship isn’t going anywhere. I’m walking in with it —and subsequently— after I whoop your ass all over the ring in front of the Soldier Field crowd in Chicago, I’m walking out with it.”
