Post by Nacho Grande on May 14, 2015 15:25:08 GMT -5
:In the backstage area of the PCW arena, some old plastic tables lie askew, having not been touched in ages. Dust and cobwebs cover them, as it's clear no one has been in this particular room in quite some time. It feels eerie, abandoned, almost like a ghost town.
A small sliver of light pierces the stuffy area, and Grant peeks inside, as if checking to make sure it still exists. Recently returned from the intervention of Gem, for which he was the major catalyst, his expression reads a combination of nostalgia and hesitation. He's wanted to come back here, but now he wonders if he should've. What is there to gain? At this stage in his career, he's been a mentor to a young girl, and only stepped in the ring a few times for training purposes. While he's not what many would consider to be old in the wrestling business, he's no spring chicken either, and those double shifts at Taco Bell haven't done those knees any favors.
When last he walked in this area, at least identifiable, he still carried the weight of being one of the most loved superstars in PCW history, garnering several wins at the Icey's for being both Loved and Inspirational. Then a case of plantar fasciitis forced him to step away from PCW, likely for good as it were.
But then, an opportunity arose.
He hadn't heard from Lantlas since their falling out, when a shady outsider seemed to be manipulating his mind. Nacho Grande loved everyone who loved him back, but held a grudge like no other. Out of nowhere, after a few years, Grant received a hand-written note. Hand-written may be too vague; it was in calligraphy and seemed to have been written with a quill. The only simple message it conveyed was that Emerald Anduril was indeed alive. She'd been found as a professional assassin, but knew very little about social skills and the world around her. He suggested an interloper, a bridge between the worlds, because who knew popular culture and social skills better than Nacho Grande?
But nobody could know it was Nacho. That would draw too much attention away from the young girl and onto him. He knew how the business worked; an Anthony Douglas nostalgia run might even turn a few heads; but this had to be covert. It would be relatively simple, as Emerald had no idea who Nacho Grande was under the mask, nor did anyone else, for that matter. The mask never came off around PCW contemporaries, but Lantlas and his Elven intuition, well they have their ways.
For the last year, he'd spent night and day with the girl who would only be known as Gem. It was apparent that even Emerald wasn't aware of her own reality, and had to be slowly introduced to everything. To confront her all at once would be stimulation overload. Lantlas and he arranged a chance meeting; her father posting a fake response to an ad that Gem had made online trying to meet friends. Everything was set up, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Only two people seemed to recognize him, but even they couldn't place him. He came face-to-face with a great rival in Loki, but much like their feud, he flaked out after attempting to mentor Gem for all of two weeks. Sadistic though, that's where Nacho held the grudge, and he saw the situation as a chance for revenge. It was obviously not entirely selfish, but you can't blame a guy for seeing the chance to avenge his best friend by helping a young star get a chance that he never did. Grant knew he may never see Jacob Roth again, but he could help Gem take something away from Sadistic that meant enough that the withdrawal would be satisfying on Grant's part.
Grant walked slowly down the hall. What he was slowly realizing was that most of the roster had no idea who he was. Some of the old staples remained, but a majority were unknown talents. Would they even care that a so-called inspirational figure returned? What would it matter to them, especially if he were just in Gem's corner? He'd been present, but covert. Active, but restrained. No matter how hard he wanted to go after Sadistic, Loki, or even Eira, he'd kept his wits about him. Now, if the Black Hand got involved, he had a giant elf and a crazy bitch behind his back, not to mention a trained, well-mentored assassin competing in the ring. He was ready, and while he wasn't alone, it just seemed like something was missing.
Suddenly, the sounds of New Kids on the Block grow closer and closer. The sound of an 80s Sony boombox could not be denied. The word was out, at least to the inner circle. Soon the rest of PCW would know who that stranger watching Gem's back was. Although to be fair, it would be a freaking bombshell when they found out whose daughter she was.::
"NACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Beef Supreme and Quesa Dilla crash through the doors, and they promptly swing back and hit them in the face. Coming to their feet, trying to pretend that didn't happen, it failed quite miserably.::
Quesa Dilla- Good job, Beef Supreme. It's ruined already.
Beef Supreme- Ruined? Nothing could possibly ruin this! Nacho Grande is back, and with his faithful companions of awesomeness!
Quesa Dilla- Some of them anyway. Haven't seen Jeff in quite some time.
Beef Supreme- You act like that's something someone would miss.
Quesa Dilla- As if someone would miss you when you're gone.
Beef Supreme- You would! Who else would put up with your constant Battlestar Galactica fanfic comments!
Quesa Dilla- Blasphemy, you swore never to mention that again after Katee Sackhoff punched me in the face!
Beef Supreme- You pitched her a porn adaptation called Shuttlecock Galacticslut. What on Kobol did you expect?
::Quesa and Beef begin to slap fight before Nacho finally clears his throat.::
Nacho Grande- Gentlemen, our time has finally come once again. Yes, I've been back for a while now, but no one has known it. The epic ladder matches and feuds are only stories to these kids, but now they'll get to witness the one, the only...
Quesa Dilla- Geno?
Nacho Grande- What? No, not Geno.
Beef Supreme- Your mom's a huge fan of Geno. She said he could come in.
Nacho Grande- Nobody in this place remembers Geno.
Quesa Dilla- What, like they remember Anthony Douglas?
Nacho Grande- Hey now, that was narration, nobody else got to hear that reference.
::I heard it, and I don't appreciate your disregard for my work!::
Nacho Grande- Shut up, Omnipotent Narrator, nobody likes you!
::You better, or we'll go back to making you profess your undying love for Mike Park!::
Nacho Grande- Nobody ever professed any love for Mike Park!
::Nacho Grande begins to think about how amazing Mike Park was...::
Nacho Grande- Stop it...
::With his baby-killing vibe and of course, his luscious abs...::
Nacho Grande- Okay, you've made your point. You too are a vital part of this team, and as long as Jeff From Northern Ohio isn't here to question who he is and where he's from, you will remain the only fluorescent light in our lives.
::Thank you, and please tell Dollface I like her eyes and...::
Nacho Grande- Aaaaaanyway, gentlemen, the reason we are here is simple: Little Gem is the one who is now getting the chance we never did. She has a legitimate shot to take out that son of a bitch Billy Sadistic, and she is far more talented than even she knows at this point. She's a fiery instrument of destruction, and not only will she avenge her father and mentor, but my best friend will finally get some justice.
Quesa Dilla- Please, this will dissolve into a pop culture reference marathon soon enough.
Nacho Grande- Of course it will. First we do our homework, and then we have fun.
Beef Supreme- Shut up Mom, we eat Apple Jacks because we like it.
Nacho Grande- Yes, I'm sure you do. Now go take a Polaroid with each other surrounding the cereal that no actual child would ever take, and look back on it fondly.
Quesa Dilla- A Polaroid? Seriously? Only professional wrestlers still use Polaroi... Oh, right.
Nacho Grande- The time has come... to hang tough once again, gentlemen! We may not be what we once were, but we're still a forced to be reckoned with, both in the ring and at the DnD table.
::And he's about to help Gem roll a 20, bitch.::
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A small sliver of light pierces the stuffy area, and Grant peeks inside, as if checking to make sure it still exists. Recently returned from the intervention of Gem, for which he was the major catalyst, his expression reads a combination of nostalgia and hesitation. He's wanted to come back here, but now he wonders if he should've. What is there to gain? At this stage in his career, he's been a mentor to a young girl, and only stepped in the ring a few times for training purposes. While he's not what many would consider to be old in the wrestling business, he's no spring chicken either, and those double shifts at Taco Bell haven't done those knees any favors.
When last he walked in this area, at least identifiable, he still carried the weight of being one of the most loved superstars in PCW history, garnering several wins at the Icey's for being both Loved and Inspirational. Then a case of plantar fasciitis forced him to step away from PCW, likely for good as it were.
But then, an opportunity arose.
He hadn't heard from Lantlas since their falling out, when a shady outsider seemed to be manipulating his mind. Nacho Grande loved everyone who loved him back, but held a grudge like no other. Out of nowhere, after a few years, Grant received a hand-written note. Hand-written may be too vague; it was in calligraphy and seemed to have been written with a quill. The only simple message it conveyed was that Emerald Anduril was indeed alive. She'd been found as a professional assassin, but knew very little about social skills and the world around her. He suggested an interloper, a bridge between the worlds, because who knew popular culture and social skills better than Nacho Grande?
But nobody could know it was Nacho. That would draw too much attention away from the young girl and onto him. He knew how the business worked; an Anthony Douglas nostalgia run might even turn a few heads; but this had to be covert. It would be relatively simple, as Emerald had no idea who Nacho Grande was under the mask, nor did anyone else, for that matter. The mask never came off around PCW contemporaries, but Lantlas and his Elven intuition, well they have their ways.
For the last year, he'd spent night and day with the girl who would only be known as Gem. It was apparent that even Emerald wasn't aware of her own reality, and had to be slowly introduced to everything. To confront her all at once would be stimulation overload. Lantlas and he arranged a chance meeting; her father posting a fake response to an ad that Gem had made online trying to meet friends. Everything was set up, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Only two people seemed to recognize him, but even they couldn't place him. He came face-to-face with a great rival in Loki, but much like their feud, he flaked out after attempting to mentor Gem for all of two weeks. Sadistic though, that's where Nacho held the grudge, and he saw the situation as a chance for revenge. It was obviously not entirely selfish, but you can't blame a guy for seeing the chance to avenge his best friend by helping a young star get a chance that he never did. Grant knew he may never see Jacob Roth again, but he could help Gem take something away from Sadistic that meant enough that the withdrawal would be satisfying on Grant's part.
Grant walked slowly down the hall. What he was slowly realizing was that most of the roster had no idea who he was. Some of the old staples remained, but a majority were unknown talents. Would they even care that a so-called inspirational figure returned? What would it matter to them, especially if he were just in Gem's corner? He'd been present, but covert. Active, but restrained. No matter how hard he wanted to go after Sadistic, Loki, or even Eira, he'd kept his wits about him. Now, if the Black Hand got involved, he had a giant elf and a crazy bitch behind his back, not to mention a trained, well-mentored assassin competing in the ring. He was ready, and while he wasn't alone, it just seemed like something was missing.
Suddenly, the sounds of New Kids on the Block grow closer and closer. The sound of an 80s Sony boombox could not be denied. The word was out, at least to the inner circle. Soon the rest of PCW would know who that stranger watching Gem's back was. Although to be fair, it would be a freaking bombshell when they found out whose daughter she was.::
"NACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Beef Supreme and Quesa Dilla crash through the doors, and they promptly swing back and hit them in the face. Coming to their feet, trying to pretend that didn't happen, it failed quite miserably.::
Quesa Dilla- Good job, Beef Supreme. It's ruined already.
Beef Supreme- Ruined? Nothing could possibly ruin this! Nacho Grande is back, and with his faithful companions of awesomeness!
Quesa Dilla- Some of them anyway. Haven't seen Jeff in quite some time.
Beef Supreme- You act like that's something someone would miss.
Quesa Dilla- As if someone would miss you when you're gone.
Beef Supreme- You would! Who else would put up with your constant Battlestar Galactica fanfic comments!
Quesa Dilla- Blasphemy, you swore never to mention that again after Katee Sackhoff punched me in the face!
Beef Supreme- You pitched her a porn adaptation called Shuttlecock Galacticslut. What on Kobol did you expect?
::Quesa and Beef begin to slap fight before Nacho finally clears his throat.::
Nacho Grande- Gentlemen, our time has finally come once again. Yes, I've been back for a while now, but no one has known it. The epic ladder matches and feuds are only stories to these kids, but now they'll get to witness the one, the only...
Quesa Dilla- Geno?
Nacho Grande- What? No, not Geno.
Beef Supreme- Your mom's a huge fan of Geno. She said he could come in.
Nacho Grande- Nobody in this place remembers Geno.
Quesa Dilla- What, like they remember Anthony Douglas?
Nacho Grande- Hey now, that was narration, nobody else got to hear that reference.
::I heard it, and I don't appreciate your disregard for my work!::
Nacho Grande- Shut up, Omnipotent Narrator, nobody likes you!
::You better, or we'll go back to making you profess your undying love for Mike Park!::
Nacho Grande- Nobody ever professed any love for Mike Park!
::Nacho Grande begins to think about how amazing Mike Park was...::
Nacho Grande- Stop it...
::With his baby-killing vibe and of course, his luscious abs...::
Nacho Grande- Okay, you've made your point. You too are a vital part of this team, and as long as Jeff From Northern Ohio isn't here to question who he is and where he's from, you will remain the only fluorescent light in our lives.
::Thank you, and please tell Dollface I like her eyes and...::
Nacho Grande- Aaaaaanyway, gentlemen, the reason we are here is simple: Little Gem is the one who is now getting the chance we never did. She has a legitimate shot to take out that son of a bitch Billy Sadistic, and she is far more talented than even she knows at this point. She's a fiery instrument of destruction, and not only will she avenge her father and mentor, but my best friend will finally get some justice.
Quesa Dilla- Please, this will dissolve into a pop culture reference marathon soon enough.
Nacho Grande- Of course it will. First we do our homework, and then we have fun.
Beef Supreme- Shut up Mom, we eat Apple Jacks because we like it.
Nacho Grande- Yes, I'm sure you do. Now go take a Polaroid with each other surrounding the cereal that no actual child would ever take, and look back on it fondly.
Quesa Dilla- A Polaroid? Seriously? Only professional wrestlers still use Polaroi... Oh, right.
Nacho Grande- The time has come... to hang tough once again, gentlemen! We may not be what we once were, but we're still a forced to be reckoned with, both in the ring and at the DnD table.
::And he's about to help Gem roll a 20, bitch.::
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