Post by eldouchobaggo on Apr 4, 2011 22:57:51 GMT -5
El Doucho Baggo and the Combat Consulting crew are in EDB’s locker room making their final preparations for Doucho’s big match. Juan is in ironing something onto a black t-shirt on the countertop while dancing out of pace to the music playing in the room, Jon Lajoie’s “Show Me Your Genitals” because he’s wearing headphones. Brüc-E is reclining in Doucho’s favorite chair with a half empty glass of crown in his hand. Nick the cutman is working on Brüc-E carefully removing his bandages and replacing them with fresh bandages if necessary. Rob is on a mat stretching while Richard helps him to stretch to his limit without risk of straining any muscles this close to a big match. Nick exhausts the roll of gauze he’d been using and has to get up to retrieve more from his main supply while he walks across the room Brüc-E gets up to grab some ice from the minifridge.
Brüc-E: Hey bro, you need a tasty beverage while I’m freshening my drink?
Doucho: Naw, can’t afford even a little buzz. If this was one on one with anybody in this match I’d say sure I can handle it or the increased pain threshold will be worth it slowing me down, but tonight I need my head on a fucking swivel.
Brüc-E: You know we’ll have your back. We know you can take any of those losers, nobody could take all of ‘em though.
Doucho: Of course, but you can help me maybe once before somebody ejects you from ringside. Hell, I can’t really even count on once, maybe someone will bitch and moan and some fag ref will kick you all out before the match even starts. So, really I
Doucho is interrupted by a knock on the door. Doucho gestures his head toward the door and Richard goes to open is as Doucho puts his mask on. Richard opens the door to Greg Vincent standing outside holding a package with a cameraman in tow.
Greg: Hey Richard, I was hoping I could get a few words with the big guy.
Richard looks back and gets a nod from Doucho.
Richard: Come on in.
Greg: Thanks, oh this arrived for you at the front office; I figured I’d bring it since I was coming anyway.
Doucho takes the package and smiles upon seeing the return address.
Doucho: Awesome. Is the camera rolling?
Greg: Ya, I figured that if you just slammed the door in my face we could use that too.
Doucho: Hey Brüc-E, I got you a present. Oh, and I’ll have a water while your over there. You need anything?
Greg: Waters good.
Doucho plops down in his favorite chair while Greg pulls the chair Nick was using out to a more comfortable social distance. Brüc-E tosses two bottled waters across the room Doucho catches them with the same uncanny skill he seems to have at all pointless activities and tosses one to Greg.
Doucho: So, isn’t it kinda late to be trying to interview me?
Greg: You’d be right if this was a normal Meltdown but tonight is Primer Aniversario so there’ll be a DVD eventually.
Doucho: Well before you get to any questions I want you to get this.
So like I was saying Brüc-E I know you’ve got my back and because I always have yours too I got you this.
Doucho holds out the package and Brüc-E takes it and begins opening it.
Doucho: I just want to tell you that that’s authentic it was actually used on camera.
When he opens the lid Brüc-E smiles so widely he reopens a cut on his cheek and winces.
Brüc-E: Your fucking shitting me this is legit?
Doucho nods.
Doucho: I figured you needed protection and we can’t have you running around in clear plastic like some fag wrestler.
Brüc-E turns away from the camera with the box for a moment and when he turns back around he’s wearing an aged and battle damaged Friday the Thirteenth hockey mask.
Brüc-E: You’re the Man Doucho!
Doucho: (imitating Antonio Bendarez) please call me Baggo. (in is normal voice) and yes, yes I am.
Greg: So, Mr.Baggo, are you ready for what is without a doubt your biggest match since your return to the States?
Doucho: Almost.
Greg: That’s a rather unique answer , care to elaborate.
Doucho: I’ve been training hard, but I took the last two days off so I’m rested. I was a little concerned that Brüc-E’s present wouldn’t arrive in time. There’s only one thing left. Juan, you done.
Juan: Ya
He peels a piece of parchment off the T-shirt and tosses it Doucho who stands up to catch it.
Greg: In your last promo you made reference to a cage. I find that interesting; that you’ve been training in a cage.
Doucho seems slightly distracted as he puts on the shirt he got from Juan, so Richard interjects.
Richard: That’s right, he’s actually been training in a cage since the day after his match with Fandango. As far as we know he’s the only competitor in the Stampede that’s taken that step. As a trainer and former athlete with experience in amateur wrestling, Karate and MMA I can tell you that there is no substitute for training in a cage even in a match under otherwise identical rules the cage really does change everything.
Greg: That’s a valid point, however I wouldn’t put it past some of Baggo’s competition having kept their training schedule close to their chests.
Richard: That just goes to show the difference between Combat Consulting and the other camps. There aren’t any secrets EDB is just the best and he has the best training team in the business. He doesn’t train in some secret facility or in his mansion, the Combat Consulting gym is working gym with membership open to the public. Anyone that wanted to could walk in off the street and see him training.
Besides, all this training is really just to knock any rust off. Remember, Doucho was an experienced mixed martial artist before he ever stepped into a wrestling ring. He’s probably spent more time in a cage the rest of the Ring of Pride roster combined.
Doucho: Now I’m ready.
Greg turns along with the camera to Doucho standing faced away wearing a black t-shirt with a white bull’s eye printed on the back. He turns toward the camera and with his crocodile smile.
Doucho: Everyone’s thinking it I just figured I’d state it without any subtlety.
Greg: That’s clever. As I recall a few of your opponents have made similar claims though.
Doucho: One difference, I’m not full of shit. They can say whatever they want and I really don’t care if their delusional or just trying to look good. I haven’t watched a wrestling show I wasn’t in in over a decade. That is if you don’t count that one obvious one. Point is, even I know that everyone is looking for a way to eliminate the big man. That’s me. Oh, and I just happen to be the big name everyone’s talking about. Even when half the guys say what the hell, I’m the big star not EDB guess what? Even their talking about me too. Oh and I’m a giant douche that’s not really something that wins you a lot of friends and allies.
Doucho turns around the front of his shirt reads.
Doucho: Everyone can think what they want facts are in three months I’ll be the Southwestern Heavyweight Champion. If I were you I’d put my money on it now because the payout will only get lower the longer you wait. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a match to win.
Doucho chugs down the last of his water and tosses the bottle at the wastebin; it rolls around the rim and falls out as always.
Brüc-E: Hey bro, you need a tasty beverage while I’m freshening my drink?
Doucho: Naw, can’t afford even a little buzz. If this was one on one with anybody in this match I’d say sure I can handle it or the increased pain threshold will be worth it slowing me down, but tonight I need my head on a fucking swivel.
Brüc-E: You know we’ll have your back. We know you can take any of those losers, nobody could take all of ‘em though.
Doucho: Of course, but you can help me maybe once before somebody ejects you from ringside. Hell, I can’t really even count on once, maybe someone will bitch and moan and some fag ref will kick you all out before the match even starts. So, really I
Doucho is interrupted by a knock on the door. Doucho gestures his head toward the door and Richard goes to open is as Doucho puts his mask on. Richard opens the door to Greg Vincent standing outside holding a package with a cameraman in tow.
Greg: Hey Richard, I was hoping I could get a few words with the big guy.
Richard looks back and gets a nod from Doucho.
Richard: Come on in.
Greg: Thanks, oh this arrived for you at the front office; I figured I’d bring it since I was coming anyway.
Doucho takes the package and smiles upon seeing the return address.
Doucho: Awesome. Is the camera rolling?
Greg: Ya, I figured that if you just slammed the door in my face we could use that too.
Doucho: Hey Brüc-E, I got you a present. Oh, and I’ll have a water while your over there. You need anything?
Greg: Waters good.
Doucho plops down in his favorite chair while Greg pulls the chair Nick was using out to a more comfortable social distance. Brüc-E tosses two bottled waters across the room Doucho catches them with the same uncanny skill he seems to have at all pointless activities and tosses one to Greg.
Doucho: So, isn’t it kinda late to be trying to interview me?
Greg: You’d be right if this was a normal Meltdown but tonight is Primer Aniversario so there’ll be a DVD eventually.
Doucho: Well before you get to any questions I want you to get this.
So like I was saying Brüc-E I know you’ve got my back and because I always have yours too I got you this.
Doucho holds out the package and Brüc-E takes it and begins opening it.
Doucho: I just want to tell you that that’s authentic it was actually used on camera.
When he opens the lid Brüc-E smiles so widely he reopens a cut on his cheek and winces.
Brüc-E: Your fucking shitting me this is legit?
Doucho nods.
Doucho: I figured you needed protection and we can’t have you running around in clear plastic like some fag wrestler.
Brüc-E turns away from the camera with the box for a moment and when he turns back around he’s wearing an aged and battle damaged Friday the Thirteenth hockey mask.
Brüc-E: You’re the Man Doucho!
Doucho: (imitating Antonio Bendarez) please call me Baggo. (in is normal voice) and yes, yes I am.
Greg: So, Mr.Baggo, are you ready for what is without a doubt your biggest match since your return to the States?
Doucho: Almost.
Greg: That’s a rather unique answer , care to elaborate.
Doucho: I’ve been training hard, but I took the last two days off so I’m rested. I was a little concerned that Brüc-E’s present wouldn’t arrive in time. There’s only one thing left. Juan, you done.
Juan: Ya
He peels a piece of parchment off the T-shirt and tosses it Doucho who stands up to catch it.
Greg: In your last promo you made reference to a cage. I find that interesting; that you’ve been training in a cage.
Doucho seems slightly distracted as he puts on the shirt he got from Juan, so Richard interjects.
Richard: That’s right, he’s actually been training in a cage since the day after his match with Fandango. As far as we know he’s the only competitor in the Stampede that’s taken that step. As a trainer and former athlete with experience in amateur wrestling, Karate and MMA I can tell you that there is no substitute for training in a cage even in a match under otherwise identical rules the cage really does change everything.
Greg: That’s a valid point, however I wouldn’t put it past some of Baggo’s competition having kept their training schedule close to their chests.
Richard: That just goes to show the difference between Combat Consulting and the other camps. There aren’t any secrets EDB is just the best and he has the best training team in the business. He doesn’t train in some secret facility or in his mansion, the Combat Consulting gym is working gym with membership open to the public. Anyone that wanted to could walk in off the street and see him training.
Besides, all this training is really just to knock any rust off. Remember, Doucho was an experienced mixed martial artist before he ever stepped into a wrestling ring. He’s probably spent more time in a cage the rest of the Ring of Pride roster combined.
Doucho: Now I’m ready.
Greg turns along with the camera to Doucho standing faced away wearing a black t-shirt with a white bull’s eye printed on the back. He turns toward the camera and with his crocodile smile.
Doucho: Everyone’s thinking it I just figured I’d state it without any subtlety.
Greg: That’s clever. As I recall a few of your opponents have made similar claims though.
Doucho: One difference, I’m not full of shit. They can say whatever they want and I really don’t care if their delusional or just trying to look good. I haven’t watched a wrestling show I wasn’t in in over a decade. That is if you don’t count that one obvious one. Point is, even I know that everyone is looking for a way to eliminate the big man. That’s me. Oh, and I just happen to be the big name everyone’s talking about. Even when half the guys say what the hell, I’m the big star not EDB guess what? Even their talking about me too. Oh and I’m a giant douche that’s not really something that wins you a lot of friends and allies.
Doucho turns around the front of his shirt reads.
Peace is a lie
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
There is only passion
Through passion I gain strength
Through strength I gain power
Through power I gain victory
Through victory my chains are broken
Doucho: Everyone can think what they want facts are in three months I’ll be the Southwestern Heavyweight Champion. If I were you I’d put my money on it now because the payout will only get lower the longer you wait. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a match to win.
Doucho chugs down the last of his water and tosses the bottle at the wastebin; it rolls around the rim and falls out as always.