Shini-jimmy the Lock
Oct 23, 2024 16:39:20 GMT -6
Cosmo Goldworthy, Narumi "Decennium" Tsutsumi, and 1 more like this
Post by EPFTW! on Oct 23, 2024 16:39:20 GMT -6
The nightmares are worse this year. More frequent. More vivid. An endless retreading of El Pablo’s Technicolour face into the New Mexican desert dust at the behest of his vengeful Uncle Villano, before the unmistakable and unrelenting sound of shovels scratching behind a shroud of darkness and cold canvas finally wrenches him awake.
Whether fuelled by the loss of the North American Championship to Apollo Polamalu being still fresh in his mind or the near-as-damn-it-to-Halloween clash for the Tag ones with a pair of literal Demons lurking in his immediate future, it's a pattern that's plagued the Tecnico for as long as he can remember; the faintest hint of a forthcoming opportunity to take his coordinated combat career to new heights followed immediately by his psyche shitcanning him right back into the dirt. A sure-fire reminder that, no matter how many accolades he might acquire; however many trophies or trinkets he might take or records he might…wrangle? It’ll never be enough to get him the thing he really wants; the thing he's wanted more than anything since he took those first unsteady steps into the ring as his father's pint-sized Tag-Team partner, and the thing that now - as it ever has - remains firmly behind the emotional paywall of a man who’d sooner die than see a son of Chico Volando gain any kind of credibility or kudos over his own.
“For as long as I sit upon that Volando Family throne,” Villano had told Chico after defeating him to take that throne, a technicolour lifetime ago, “no child of yours shall be permitted to bear the Volando name!”
Every time it crosses his mind, the declaration cuts Pablo anew. A full one-thousand lacerations later, though, and his Discotecnicoloured dreams still refuse to die - and even if there's no hope of ever assuaging his uncle’s ego…who's to say that pandering to it mightn’t help ‘jimmy the lock’ a little? After all, Tag-Team Championships and North American Championships and X-Division Championships - longest-reigning or not - may be a dime a dozen, but there's only one EWC Undisputed Championship…and you’d have to imagine that even a man as vehemently territorial as Villano Volando'd be unable to resist the clout of being ‘campeón by association.’
The Rumble, then, represents something far greater for the Technicolour Tecnico than even The Richest Prize in the Game™ - and how fitting it would be, on the year in which the Pay-Per-View makes a long-awaited return to its roots, if he were snatch the opportunity to finally take his place upon the Volando family tree!
True, his history in battle royals has always rather flattered to deceive but, last year, he proved he had it in him to go the distance. The Final Three. A podium finish, thwarted only by the trusty, timely, intervention of his brother - and, admittedly, his own hindsightedly misguided attempt to try and stop Moxie raising merry hell on the competition's fringes.
The thanks you get.
That was the marker, though; proof to himself as much as anybody else that he needn’t just be some brightly-coloured bitpart player in this kind of competition - and with the surroundings now far more familiar…all he has to do is just take that extra step.
October 28th 2024.
The twenty-first instalment of the EWC Rumble - LIVE from the legendary Yankee Stadium in The Bronx, New York!
Twenty dreamers, all looking to make a name for themselves by punching that golden ticket to the WrestleFest main event and Undisputed Championship glory.
But, while nineteen scheme and strategize and study…for one, that name is the game; and to get it, he knows full-well what he's gonna have to do.
Fight as if his gosh-darn life depends on it.
Nijiiro no kakumei banzai.
Viva La Rainbowlution.
Whether fuelled by the loss of the North American Championship to Apollo Polamalu being still fresh in his mind or the near-as-damn-it-to-Halloween clash for the Tag ones with a pair of literal Demons lurking in his immediate future, it's a pattern that's plagued the Tecnico for as long as he can remember; the faintest hint of a forthcoming opportunity to take his coordinated combat career to new heights followed immediately by his psyche shitcanning him right back into the dirt. A sure-fire reminder that, no matter how many accolades he might acquire; however many trophies or trinkets he might take or records he might…wrangle? It’ll never be enough to get him the thing he really wants; the thing he's wanted more than anything since he took those first unsteady steps into the ring as his father's pint-sized Tag-Team partner, and the thing that now - as it ever has - remains firmly behind the emotional paywall of a man who’d sooner die than see a son of Chico Volando gain any kind of credibility or kudos over his own.
“For as long as I sit upon that Volando Family throne,” Villano had told Chico after defeating him to take that throne, a technicolour lifetime ago, “no child of yours shall be permitted to bear the Volando name!”
Every time it crosses his mind, the declaration cuts Pablo anew. A full one-thousand lacerations later, though, and his Discotecnicoloured dreams still refuse to die - and even if there's no hope of ever assuaging his uncle’s ego…who's to say that pandering to it mightn’t help ‘jimmy the lock’ a little? After all, Tag-Team Championships and North American Championships and X-Division Championships - longest-reigning or not - may be a dime a dozen, but there's only one EWC Undisputed Championship…and you’d have to imagine that even a man as vehemently territorial as Villano Volando'd be unable to resist the clout of being ‘campeón by association.’
The Rumble, then, represents something far greater for the Technicolour Tecnico than even The Richest Prize in the Game™ - and how fitting it would be, on the year in which the Pay-Per-View makes a long-awaited return to its roots, if he were snatch the opportunity to finally take his place upon the Volando family tree!
True, his history in battle royals has always rather flattered to deceive but, last year, he proved he had it in him to go the distance. The Final Three. A podium finish, thwarted only by the trusty, timely, intervention of his brother - and, admittedly, his own hindsightedly misguided attempt to try and stop Moxie raising merry hell on the competition's fringes.
The thanks you get.
That was the marker, though; proof to himself as much as anybody else that he needn’t just be some brightly-coloured bitpart player in this kind of competition - and with the surroundings now far more familiar…all he has to do is just take that extra step.
October 28th 2024.
The twenty-first instalment of the EWC Rumble - LIVE from the legendary Yankee Stadium in The Bronx, New York!
Twenty dreamers, all looking to make a name for themselves by punching that golden ticket to the WrestleFest main event and Undisputed Championship glory.
But, while nineteen scheme and strategize and study…for one, that name is the game; and to get it, he knows full-well what he's gonna have to do.
Fight as if his gosh-darn life depends on it.
Nijiiro no kakumei banzai.
Viva La Rainbowlution.
