Re: BRAWL: Sydney
“So…the mid-boss has revealed himself.”
(The camera opens to Leyenda de Ocho, battered and bloodied, in the NFW locker room after the Halloween episode of BRAWL. He holds a towel to his head, small patches of red interspersed with the white. Bite marks surround a hole in his mask around the scalp, revealing a small tuft of dirty blonde hair. His voice, a bit raw, tips off his physical exhaustion.)
Ocho: “I thought it would be Spooky Doom when I started with NFW. I thought he was my target, my end game. I went after him, and I went after him hard. And now, it turns out…
It wasn’t him.”
(Ocho picks up a bottle of water from the ground and takes a swing. He then splashes a bit of water onto his face and into the chewed opening on the top of his mask.)
Ocho: “I took on Plain Brown Rapper in my first one-on-one action in the company…a goomba, a red slime, a moblin. Nothing against the man, but it wasn’t him either.
Then, things really picked up for me…three way dances. A battlefield of speed and energy that I thrive on, that I live for. I threw myself into those battles with Peter Windham, with Lane Cash. Legion two times. And though they pushed me and they made me realize the kind of hard-hitting, competitive, phenomenal environment I now find myself calling home – they are formidable foes whom I love doing battle with, but they aren’t my mid-boss.
Rook Black…Rook Black, that amazing champion, that titan of wrestling who holds possibly the greatest title belt in all the world…the Triforce Championship I so dearly covet…he, he is the final boss. The end goal of this game, the man I must quest towards.
Though, that time is not now…”
(Ocho tries standing up, grimaces, and sits back down. A small grunt as he places his hand on the spot where he was struck with the Busaiku Knee Kick. His eyes close as he continues.)
Ocho: “That’s not how the game works. When the game starts, the valiant hero destined to save the day starts out low and humble, discovering the world around him. He fights his way through the Ikan Jobtayoos and the Plain Brown Rappers, growing his powers and gaining new...'revelations' about himself. About his mission, about his goals. About the REAL endgame.
The endgame for me has become crystal clear: I must make the Triforce Belt my own.
But the game doesn’t put you right in front of the Big Bad in the beginning. No, there are hurdles. Challenges. Obstacles one must overcome to prove their worth. The mid-boss I mentioned before is a classic trope; the powerful enemy put in place to put you in a trial by fire, to show you the challenges you still have yet to face, to allow you the opportunity to prove to yourself and to the world that you, in fact, are the hero you so desperately hope to be.
Freddie Sagawa…you are my mid-boss.”
(Ocho’s eyes open, glittering emeralds in a mask of grime and sweat.)
Ocho: “You have your own motivations for blindsiding a victory away from me. Whether it’s a problem you have with me, or a general havoc you cannot control – it is of no consequence. You are my Magus. My Dark Link. The game halts if I cannot pass you.
So be it.
You may not be capable of it, but you should really try to understand something about me...about what makes a man like me...tick. That Triforce Belt…it is the ultimate symbol to me. It is more packed with lore and ideology in my world than even the NFW World Championship. The lore goes so far as to say that the man who sets his hands upon the Triforce will have his heart reflected upon the world, his wishes granted.
Do you understand what that MEANS??”
(Ocho attempts to collect himself from his minor outburst. Coughing, he continues in a more subdued tone.)
Ocho: “You are a fearsome beast, Sagawa. A man who has taken no prisoners in the ring, and a man whose talent I have no choice but to respect.
But the fact remains…I need need NEED to defeat you. A man doesn’t get to face the final boss and claim the ultimate goal if he cannot first defeat the mid-boss.
Others may come, too. Others may take part in this open challenge, others may try to fight their way into NFW and tell their own story. We all have stories, after all.
But anyone else who wants to try to get in my way should take heed…”
(The camera zooms up to Ocho’s glistening eyes for a moment before the screen goes completely dark.)
Ocho: “It will be Game Over for you.”
Last edited by brusch; 12-09-12 at 12:15 AM.
Leyenda de Ocho, NFW Triple Crown Champion
Malcolm Joseph-Jones, EPW
Henry Keyes, Defiance