Post by kaster on May 14, 2024 3:58:11 GMT
The shot opens up on the one and only LA BOLSA, who is currently getting ready for his upcoming bout with Pax Stormcrow. He’s dressed in an all-gray sweater and sweatpants, Rocky style. And his trademark paper bag, of course. He’s lifting the weights, he’s running laps, he does it all! In fact… it could be time for a-
Triumphant music similar to the Rocky theme begins to play. Multiple segments depict La Bolsa running through the streets of Berlin, with many passerby looking on in utter confusion. Another segment watches him practicing his punches in a meat freezer, though it’s soon revealed that his punching bag is actually just a cardboard cut-out of Stormcrow. He even cracks a few eggs into a glass… before pouring the yolks into a frying pan for breakfast.
The final segment sees a view of the remnants of the Berlin Wall. Bolsa runs by the memorial of the Berlin Wall, but not before stopping to analyze an important piece of history. Once he’s finished running, he climbs up a few concrete steps and celebrates as if he’s run a marathon. The music swells as the camera zooms out and freezes the frame on Bolsa victoriously jumping in mid-air.
Roll credits…
Now, back to the regularly scheduled promo!
La Bolsa, the resident paper bag pro wrestler, stands in front of the entrance to the Mercedes-Benz arena. He looks right at the camera and points down the lens confidently.
"Pax Stormcrow, my friend! This next Odyssey, we go one-on-one. Finally, yes, another chance for everyone to see the wonder that is LA BOLSA! Amigo, I know you have ran into trouble with some bad, bad people. I wish you the best in fighting them. But do not let them distract you now! There is still a match ahead of you! And when we meet, I expect greatness. From you, a former world’s champion, a former Heir to the Throne, a man who has done so much!"
He dejectedly hangs his head, the bag sagging a little as he does so.
"What has La Bolsa done lately? I cannot lie to you, my friend, it has been a while since I have had that fire inside me. The passion that I carry to the ring has been getting smaller and smaller. I see so many amigos coming and going from IWF. I remember my times fighting for my contract. The days when they all believed, when La Bolsa believed. Pax, you fight with the passion I wish to have again. You fight even when the odds may be against you. You have the corazon, the heart to keep going. I admire your heart, amigo. It inspires me. It inspires me enough to tell you right now that I will be leaving every part of myself in the ring. All I have ever wanted to do is make the fans happy. I want them to look at this man, this bag, and be inspired! But everyone has forgotten about La Bolsa. Everyone has overlooked La Bolsa as a joke. Pax, if you believe anything, believe me now. I am no joke. I wear this paper bag on my head with pride. Not because it looks silly, but because I do not care about what I look like. I want the kids, the little hijos, to have their own paper bags and not be afraid! This bag not only gives me strength… it gives me the courage in mi alma. Somewhere along the way, I had thought that courage was lost. But, Pax, I want you to find your own courage. I want you to let loose and give it all you’ve got! We can hit each other with weapons all day, but the only thing that will matter is who has the heart to put the other man down. I have to find that heart within me. I must search inside myself for something I’ve lost. You already have it. I can see it. You speak your mind and you do not care who tries to stop you. You will still fight for every step you go forward, even when some people take the easy ways out. I admire that. I just hope I can make you admire me. The blood that I will spill is nothing compared to the soul I will give to win."
The luchador taps his “temple”, also known as the side of his bag. Then, he taps his chest, right where the heart is.
"Do not worry about the bag. You should worry more about this. Are you ready, Stormcrow? I think you’ve given me the fire again. I will see you soon, amigo. VIVA LA BOLSA!"
He poses and waits for a bit before walking through the entrance to the arena. The camera cuts to black once the doors shut behind him.
BOLSA TRAINING MONTAGE!!!
Triumphant music similar to the Rocky theme begins to play. Multiple segments depict La Bolsa running through the streets of Berlin, with many passerby looking on in utter confusion. Another segment watches him practicing his punches in a meat freezer, though it’s soon revealed that his punching bag is actually just a cardboard cut-out of Stormcrow. He even cracks a few eggs into a glass… before pouring the yolks into a frying pan for breakfast.
The final segment sees a view of the remnants of the Berlin Wall. Bolsa runs by the memorial of the Berlin Wall, but not before stopping to analyze an important piece of history. Once he’s finished running, he climbs up a few concrete steps and celebrates as if he’s run a marathon. The music swells as the camera zooms out and freezes the frame on Bolsa victoriously jumping in mid-air.
Roll credits…
Now, back to the regularly scheduled promo!
La Bolsa, the resident paper bag pro wrestler, stands in front of the entrance to the Mercedes-Benz arena. He looks right at the camera and points down the lens confidently.
"Pax Stormcrow, my friend! This next Odyssey, we go one-on-one. Finally, yes, another chance for everyone to see the wonder that is LA BOLSA! Amigo, I know you have ran into trouble with some bad, bad people. I wish you the best in fighting them. But do not let them distract you now! There is still a match ahead of you! And when we meet, I expect greatness. From you, a former world’s champion, a former Heir to the Throne, a man who has done so much!"
He dejectedly hangs his head, the bag sagging a little as he does so.
"What has La Bolsa done lately? I cannot lie to you, my friend, it has been a while since I have had that fire inside me. The passion that I carry to the ring has been getting smaller and smaller. I see so many amigos coming and going from IWF. I remember my times fighting for my contract. The days when they all believed, when La Bolsa believed. Pax, you fight with the passion I wish to have again. You fight even when the odds may be against you. You have the corazon, the heart to keep going. I admire your heart, amigo. It inspires me. It inspires me enough to tell you right now that I will be leaving every part of myself in the ring. All I have ever wanted to do is make the fans happy. I want them to look at this man, this bag, and be inspired! But everyone has forgotten about La Bolsa. Everyone has overlooked La Bolsa as a joke. Pax, if you believe anything, believe me now. I am no joke. I wear this paper bag on my head with pride. Not because it looks silly, but because I do not care about what I look like. I want the kids, the little hijos, to have their own paper bags and not be afraid! This bag not only gives me strength… it gives me the courage in mi alma. Somewhere along the way, I had thought that courage was lost. But, Pax, I want you to find your own courage. I want you to let loose and give it all you’ve got! We can hit each other with weapons all day, but the only thing that will matter is who has the heart to put the other man down. I have to find that heart within me. I must search inside myself for something I’ve lost. You already have it. I can see it. You speak your mind and you do not care who tries to stop you. You will still fight for every step you go forward, even when some people take the easy ways out. I admire that. I just hope I can make you admire me. The blood that I will spill is nothing compared to the soul I will give to win."
The luchador taps his “temple”, also known as the side of his bag. Then, he taps his chest, right where the heart is.
"Do not worry about the bag. You should worry more about this. Are you ready, Stormcrow? I think you’ve given me the fire again. I will see you soon, amigo. VIVA LA BOLSA!"
He poses and waits for a bit before walking through the entrance to the arena. The camera cuts to black once the doors shut behind him.
Well howdy there pardner.