Post by Malo on May 12, 2024 1:57:33 GMT
The streets of Berlin were alive. The energy of the bustling city was palpable, as El Grande Malo and his faithful cameraman, John, ventured through its vibrant streets. Malo, still riding the wave of his unexpected victory over Ethan Rey (as he had taken to calling him after his triumph), strutted confidently, his cape billowing behind him in the gentle breeze. John, however, walked beside him with a hint of concern etched on his face, his brow furrowed in thought.
"¡Vamos, Juanito! Malo is the King Slayer, the conqueror of the champions!" Malo proclaimed, his chest puffed out with pride as he relished in the memory of his recent victory.
John chuckled, shaking his head at Malo's over-the-top theatrics. "Malo, amigo, let's not get carried away. One victory doesn't make you a king slayer."
Malo shot John a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "¡Tonto! Malo, he may not be having the crowns, but Malo is definitely earning the titles of King Slayer. It is only the matters of time before los whole world is knowing this!"
John sighed, knowing that trying to reason with Malo when his ego was inflated was like trying to stop a freight train with a feather. "Alright, Malo. But let's not focus on last week and forget about this week. You’ve got a match against Charlotte Shimizu coming up, and she's not to be taken lightly."
Malo's expression softened as he considered John's words. "You are right, Juanito. Senoritta Charlotte, she is the formidable opponent, e Malo will need to be at his bestest if Malo is coming out on the tops!"
John nodded as the pair continue walking. He opened his mouth but quickly stopped as Malo broke from walking beside him and began asking every German they encountered about the whereabouts of Oktoberfest, much to John's amusement.
"Malo,” John says with a chuckle, “two things. First, Oktoberfest isn't in Berlin. It's in Munich," John explained patiently, for what felt like the hundredth time.
Malo scratched his head, a look of confusion crossing his face. "Munich? But Malo is thinking Oktoberfest was in the Germanys!"
John chuckled, shaking his head at Malo's misunderstanding. "It is, Malo. But Berlin and Munich are different cities."
Malo scrunches up his face as though thinking hard about this fact.
“And second, Oktoberfest is in October …” John continues.
“Si, Malo is knowing this.”
“Right,” John says, maintaining his sense of calm, “but it’s May … not October. We’re about five months early.”
Malo shrugged, undeterred by his mistake. "Ah, no importa. Malo will find the Oktoberfest eventually, amigo!"
With a sigh, John sides back up to Malo as they meandered through the streets of Berlin once more. This time, the silence was broken as Malo's thoughts turned to his upcoming match against Charlotte Shimizu. Despite John's warnings, Malo couldn't shake the feeling of excitement coursing through him.
"Juanito, Malo, he is thinking that when Malo defeats Charlotte Shimizu, He will happily go on to be facing the Jennie Fenix for her title at Night of the Immortals!" Malo declared confidently.
John sighed, knowing it was futile to try and correct Malo's misconceptions. "Malo, that's not how it works. But let's focus on the match at hand, okay?"
Malo nodded a determined glint in his eye. "Of course, Juanito. Malo will show everyone that he is not just the slayer of Kings, but the forces not to be reckoned with in the ring!"
“Okay, so here,” John pauses for a moment and sets down his backpack. Unzipping the back, he extracts a video camera, battery, and a small Lavalier microphone. Handing the lavalier to Malo he turned to his camera and began attaching the necessary equipment to it before then removing the lavalier from where Malo had attached it to his mask, and instead clipped it to the neck of his cape.
“Alright, Malo - let’s do this for real. Tell me exactly what it is you’re going to be accomplishing here against Charlotte this week.”
Malo looked up at the sky, a slight orange hue as the sun began dipping behind the clouds.
“Malo is going to accomplish much this week amigos.
Charlotte Shimizu, she is going to be having to prepare herself for the fights of her life!" Malo declared, his voice booming with bravado. "Amiga, may be the numero uno contenders for the Jennifer Quetzalcoatl's titles, but Malo, he is not the pushovers. No, Malo, he is the King Slayer, the conqueror of el champions!"
With a cocky grin, Malo continued, drawing on what he’d cobbled together from conversations backstage. "Malo, he has heard all about you, chicka. You may be thinking the thoughts that says you are muy tough, but you, senora, is the nothings compared to the mights of El Grande Malo! You is having the runs for your moneys with the Murder-bird peoples, and Malo, he is seeing how focused on not Malo you has been. But you should be worrying about Malo, not the bird peoples, ¡si! The Murder-birds, they is no match for the raw powers and skills that Malo brings to the ring; and tu, Senora, is not the match also!"
Malo's confidence swelled as he imagined himself standing victorious over Charlotte, his arm raised in triumph as the crowd roared with approval. "You may be having your eyes set on Jennifer Quetzalcoatl's titles, but first you is going to be having to get through Malo, and let Malo be telling you, Charlotte, that is the easier thing to be saying than to do!"
With a final flourish of his cape, Malo turned away from the camera, his masked face barely visible. "So get ready, amiga Charlotte Shimizu, because El Grande Malo es coming for tu!"
Malo relaxed his pose as John tapped the power button on the camera, it’s small red light blinking off. Equipment packed away just as the sun began to set over the picturesque city of Berlin, Malo and John made their way back towards their Airbnb rental, ready to look at more tape and prepare for whatever challenges awaited Malo in the ring that week.
In the distance, the arena could be seen looming ahead, its bright lights casting a warm glow over the surrounding area. Malo stopped, his gaze not leaving the sight of the arena. A gentle hand on his should from John was all Malo needed to begin walking in the direction of the Mercedes-Benz Arena. Malo's heart raced with anticipation as the pair crossed the street and stepped inside. There was a familiar buzz of excitement filling the air, and Malo knew that his match against Charlotte Shimizu would be his chance to prove himself on a bigger stage, to show the world what he was truly capable of.
Security, after a quick explanation from John, waved Malo through as he made his way into the large, cavernous space that would soon house the IWF ring, stage, ramp, and pyrotechnics. Looking around and picturing how the space would soon be transformed, Malo began to reflect on the journey he’d been on to this moment.
He’d come a long way, after all, since his days working in the Canadian territories. From storied champion and fierce competitor to mere comedic relief. But all that was changing, thanks in no small part to the guidance of Bob Pooler and Jessica Reed. The pair had worked tirelessly behind the scenes to help Malo re-hone his skills and refine his persona, molding him into the wrestler who toppled a future World Champion in Ethan King.
But even as Malo embraced his newfound potential, he couldn't shake the lingering doubts that gnawed at the back of his little mind. Was he truly ready to leave his villainous ways behind? Could he ever truly be the hero that the others believed him to be?
"¡Vamos, Malo!" John whispered from behind, his voice filled with encouragement as he watched from the sidelines.
Malo grinned, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he around the empty space that would soon house Odyssey. He could envision stepping into the ring one more time, to prove to the world that he was more than just a comedic relief. He would show them that he was El Grande Malo, the King Slayer, and nothing could stand in his way.
He would soon be the Women’s World Champion!
“¡Ole!”
"¡Vamos, Juanito! Malo is the King Slayer, the conqueror of the champions!" Malo proclaimed, his chest puffed out with pride as he relished in the memory of his recent victory.
John chuckled, shaking his head at Malo's over-the-top theatrics. "Malo, amigo, let's not get carried away. One victory doesn't make you a king slayer."
Malo shot John a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "¡Tonto! Malo, he may not be having the crowns, but Malo is definitely earning the titles of King Slayer. It is only the matters of time before los whole world is knowing this!"
John sighed, knowing that trying to reason with Malo when his ego was inflated was like trying to stop a freight train with a feather. "Alright, Malo. But let's not focus on last week and forget about this week. You’ve got a match against Charlotte Shimizu coming up, and she's not to be taken lightly."
Malo's expression softened as he considered John's words. "You are right, Juanito. Senoritta Charlotte, she is the formidable opponent, e Malo will need to be at his bestest if Malo is coming out on the tops!"
John nodded as the pair continue walking. He opened his mouth but quickly stopped as Malo broke from walking beside him and began asking every German they encountered about the whereabouts of Oktoberfest, much to John's amusement.
"Malo,” John says with a chuckle, “two things. First, Oktoberfest isn't in Berlin. It's in Munich," John explained patiently, for what felt like the hundredth time.
Malo scratched his head, a look of confusion crossing his face. "Munich? But Malo is thinking Oktoberfest was in the Germanys!"
John chuckled, shaking his head at Malo's misunderstanding. "It is, Malo. But Berlin and Munich are different cities."
Malo scrunches up his face as though thinking hard about this fact.
“And second, Oktoberfest is in October …” John continues.
“Si, Malo is knowing this.”
“Right,” John says, maintaining his sense of calm, “but it’s May … not October. We’re about five months early.”
Malo shrugged, undeterred by his mistake. "Ah, no importa. Malo will find the Oktoberfest eventually, amigo!"
With a sigh, John sides back up to Malo as they meandered through the streets of Berlin once more. This time, the silence was broken as Malo's thoughts turned to his upcoming match against Charlotte Shimizu. Despite John's warnings, Malo couldn't shake the feeling of excitement coursing through him.
"Juanito, Malo, he is thinking that when Malo defeats Charlotte Shimizu, He will happily go on to be facing the Jennie Fenix for her title at Night of the Immortals!" Malo declared confidently.
John sighed, knowing it was futile to try and correct Malo's misconceptions. "Malo, that's not how it works. But let's focus on the match at hand, okay?"
Malo nodded a determined glint in his eye. "Of course, Juanito. Malo will show everyone that he is not just the slayer of Kings, but the forces not to be reckoned with in the ring!"
“Okay, so here,” John pauses for a moment and sets down his backpack. Unzipping the back, he extracts a video camera, battery, and a small Lavalier microphone. Handing the lavalier to Malo he turned to his camera and began attaching the necessary equipment to it before then removing the lavalier from where Malo had attached it to his mask, and instead clipped it to the neck of his cape.
“Alright, Malo - let’s do this for real. Tell me exactly what it is you’re going to be accomplishing here against Charlotte this week.”
Malo looked up at the sky, a slight orange hue as the sun began dipping behind the clouds.
“Malo is going to accomplish much this week amigos.
Charlotte Shimizu, she is going to be having to prepare herself for the fights of her life!" Malo declared, his voice booming with bravado. "Amiga, may be the numero uno contenders for the Jennifer Quetzalcoatl's titles, but Malo, he is not the pushovers. No, Malo, he is the King Slayer, the conqueror of el champions!"
With a cocky grin, Malo continued, drawing on what he’d cobbled together from conversations backstage. "Malo, he has heard all about you, chicka. You may be thinking the thoughts that says you are muy tough, but you, senora, is the nothings compared to the mights of El Grande Malo! You is having the runs for your moneys with the Murder-bird peoples, and Malo, he is seeing how focused on not Malo you has been. But you should be worrying about Malo, not the bird peoples, ¡si! The Murder-birds, they is no match for the raw powers and skills that Malo brings to the ring; and tu, Senora, is not the match also!"
Malo's confidence swelled as he imagined himself standing victorious over Charlotte, his arm raised in triumph as the crowd roared with approval. "You may be having your eyes set on Jennifer Quetzalcoatl's titles, but first you is going to be having to get through Malo, and let Malo be telling you, Charlotte, that is the easier thing to be saying than to do!"
With a final flourish of his cape, Malo turned away from the camera, his masked face barely visible. "So get ready, amiga Charlotte Shimizu, because El Grande Malo es coming for tu!"
Malo relaxed his pose as John tapped the power button on the camera, it’s small red light blinking off. Equipment packed away just as the sun began to set over the picturesque city of Berlin, Malo and John made their way back towards their Airbnb rental, ready to look at more tape and prepare for whatever challenges awaited Malo in the ring that week.
In the distance, the arena could be seen looming ahead, its bright lights casting a warm glow over the surrounding area. Malo stopped, his gaze not leaving the sight of the arena. A gentle hand on his should from John was all Malo needed to begin walking in the direction of the Mercedes-Benz Arena. Malo's heart raced with anticipation as the pair crossed the street and stepped inside. There was a familiar buzz of excitement filling the air, and Malo knew that his match against Charlotte Shimizu would be his chance to prove himself on a bigger stage, to show the world what he was truly capable of.
Security, after a quick explanation from John, waved Malo through as he made his way into the large, cavernous space that would soon house the IWF ring, stage, ramp, and pyrotechnics. Looking around and picturing how the space would soon be transformed, Malo began to reflect on the journey he’d been on to this moment.
He’d come a long way, after all, since his days working in the Canadian territories. From storied champion and fierce competitor to mere comedic relief. But all that was changing, thanks in no small part to the guidance of Bob Pooler and Jessica Reed. The pair had worked tirelessly behind the scenes to help Malo re-hone his skills and refine his persona, molding him into the wrestler who toppled a future World Champion in Ethan King.
But even as Malo embraced his newfound potential, he couldn't shake the lingering doubts that gnawed at the back of his little mind. Was he truly ready to leave his villainous ways behind? Could he ever truly be the hero that the others believed him to be?
"¡Vamos, Malo!" John whispered from behind, his voice filled with encouragement as he watched from the sidelines.
Malo grinned, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he around the empty space that would soon house Odyssey. He could envision stepping into the ring one more time, to prove to the world that he was more than just a comedic relief. He would show them that he was El Grande Malo, the King Slayer, and nothing could stand in his way.
He would soon be the Women’s World Champion!
“¡Ole!”
Well howdy there pardner.