Post by @whirlwind_LLC on Nov 3, 2019 16:12:50 GMT -8
October 31st, 2019
Mastodon is walking through the hallways backstage at the Gimnasio fresh from his match with Veronica, or more like the Saturn Boys. The big guy is wanting to rub his eyes so badly as they are getting all watery on him, the aftermath of being sprayed during the match with whatever it is that Veronica was pushing on everyone. All he knows is that it smells like ass, and stings like a swarm of angry bees.
He stops by a table in the hallway that just happens to have a bunch of water bottles on it. He scooped one up, twists off the top and tosses that like Gil was a All Hallow Eves bad habit. He pours the water into his eyes to flush them out when a door a little way down the hallway opens up and waddling out of the office with a smile on his face is Nanook!
“Mastodon!” Nanook calls out as Mastodon continues to flush his eyes out. “There you are big guy! The Consortium loved what you did out there tonight! The fans, they ate it up! It was great!”
Mastodon crushes the empty plastic bottle in his hand and tosses it away, the bottle hitting the wall and falling to the floor.
“WHATEVER!” Mastodon growls. “She once again DUCKED ME!”
“I know.” Nanook says as he walks up to his client.
“She once again! Got her self counted out! BULLSHIT!”
“Not going to argue with you. That is why I just had a meeting with the Consortium and I have something that I just know you’ll love.” Nanook says as he rubs his hands together.
“This BETTER be good!”
“Trust me! They loved this idea. You’ll love this idea! Veronica Taylor however, will HATE this idea.”
“What is it!” Mastodon barks at Nanook.
“At Seasons Past, when Whirlwind Wrestling comes to Tijuana, Mexico for the very first time ever, you will get your hands on Veronica Taylor once again, and that Gulf Coast Championship that I know you want more than anything will be on the line.”
“Yeah! I want that belt!” Mastodon says.
“And at Seasons Past! It will be you and Veronica for that belt, in a…..are you ready for this?’ Nanook asks Mastodon, who has no reaction and just wants the news.
“Well, since Veronica loves getting herself counted out, your next match with her will be, a Countout Only Match! Meaning, to win you have to get Veronica counted out! Huh? What do you think?”
Mastodon thinks it over for a couple of seconds and slowly, he starts to smirk.
“She can’t duck you. She can’t pick up her ball and head home and take the countout loss and keep her title. This way, she has to face to you!”
Mastodon slowly nods. “I like this!”
“See, I told you I would have your back! I’ve got you! You go out there and do what you do best! I’ll make sure you get placed in the marquee matches, because that's the kind of manager I am. Premiere!” Adds Nanook.
“Yeah! It's feeding time! That bitch is going to regret the day she heard my name!”
“She sure is! Now go get ready to bring that belt home for Christmas!” Nanook says as he slaps Mastodon on the shoulder. Mastodon looks at his shoulder, and then looks at Nanook with a how dare you look on his face.
“Sorry!” Nanook is quick to say. “My bad. Here…” Nanook says as he starts to rub Mastodon’s shoulder, which isn’t helping even a little bit.
“You know what! You had a rough night. I bet you need a massage. I know someone who is connected. I’ll have him send someone to your room. She’ll make you feel like a million bucks in no time. On me! I’ve got to make sure my clients are well taken care of. Okay?”
Mastodon nods. “That sounds, good. I need to relax a little before I destroy Veronica.”
“Yes you do big guy! Yes you do.”
Mastodon snaps up another bottle of water and makes his way down the hallway towards his locker room.
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