Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2023 10:24:35 GMT -5
I'm a genius, Calliope... But I already knew that!
Leonardo paced around the room, cooling off after his lengthy and undoubtedly brilliant showing in his first ever Stampede match... Either in the UWL or anywhere else for that matter. He put his lips to a bottle of the finest designer bottled water a man of his stature would waste their money in.
Of course, Calliope - along with everyone else in the world - was not thinking the same thing Leonardo was thinking right now, and merely shared an empty look trying to wonder what it was. Eventually she'd try to mutter something of a reply.
Is it...
Just as quickly as she spoke though, Leonardo cut her off with a hand gesture for her to be quiet and let him speak. He slicked his hair back, as he used the fluffiest towel that could be found to dab away some excess sweat.
That's right, with tonight's most fell of swoops, I am not just the Heritage Champion... Of which I still spit on... I am also going to be the next world champion of this diabolically bland and insightless collective of mouth-breathers. he exclaimed.
Calliope's confusion didn't seem to have become any less, in fact, it was obvious by her pained thinking expression that she was having a hard time trying to compute how Leonardo had managed to arrive to that specific conclusion at all.
But... But you didn't win the match, Leonardo? she retorted.
She leaned across a chair, trying to wonder what kind of brilliant machination Leonardo had in his mind, but she was at a loss right now.
You see, that's where my brilliant mind thinks in more interesting ways than the rest, my dear muse. Because anybody who actually listened or read the rules clearly saw that the match would be for a world title match for either the men or women's world title! he gestured with bottle in hand, almost as if to try to send Calliope messages that only he understood.
Calliope, as expected, still was utterly dumbfounded.
I don't get it... she answered, still dumbfounded.
Leonardo would sigh deeply and roll his eyes, for a second his broad shoulders slumped but not for long as he wasn't going to let the slow-wittedness of others take away his brilliant ideas, or his current good mood.
It means, Calliope, that whilst Daron Smythe is probably going to fact that sweaty weirdo Billy Danielson for the world title... The women's title is clearly not being fought over, and as the second best person in the match the honour should obviously va à moi... And now, don't get me wrong, I think Dayna Barrett is a lovely young woman with a brilliant mind for bringing out a more stylistic side to wrestling, but of course, that is still very much secondary to my almost impossible intellect for all that is artistic.
It seemed that the coin finally dropped for Calliope, but as she took a few seconds to blink in confusion she had to raise one finger in retort.
I don't think the rules of that Stampede match thing worked like that, Leonardo? she answered, rightly, but her words probably lost on the person she's trying to convey them to.
Leonardo turned around and shrugged, trying to wonder why it didn't work like that.
Well for starters, like you said, the winner gets the title shot... And secondly, you know... You're not a girl, and the women's title match is for... you know... women? she explained, in as simple terms as possible to not offend Leonardo too much.
But the artiste would scoff, loudly enough for the cameraman to jump backwards for a second, but the professional Leonardo continued unabated.
What does gender have to do with it Calliope? It's 2023, most of these places don't even discriminate and let everyone fight for everything... Besides, women and men fought each other in that match I fought just tonight, for this brilliant challenge! he claimed, slightly confused and frustrated at the 'rules' that Calliope tried to explain to him.
Calliope merely shrugged with an innocent look on her face, as it wasn't her who wrote UWL's rulebook, nor was she particularly interested in learning the intricacies of it. Leonardo would merely sigh, as he planted himself onto the chair that Calliope had been leaning over. Rubbing his forehead in slight frustration.
This place is more backwards than I had imagined, my dear muse. But I am not going to let these foolishly arcane rules get the better of me. I have earned this opportunity, just like how that mouthbreather Daron Smythe earned the opportunity to get beaten up by Billy Danielson... Neither the owner or Dayna Barrett will spite me out of my hard earned right to carry two titles around my broad shoulders, which require more gold... even though gold is absolutely gauche... to show my artistic brilliance to the world...
Calliope merely stayed silent, since she knew there was no stopping Leonardo when he was on particular tangents.
I will not just destroy classic wrestling and replace it with an artistic renaissance, I will destroy these backwards sexist binary boundaries and turn this UWL into an equal society where artistes of all personally identified genders can share their artistic brilliance with one another, without being kept apart on arcane terms! Mark my words, Calliope... Thanks to Leonardo, the UWL will become the ultimate front-runner in artistic modern wrestling!
Leonardo paced around the room, cooling off after his lengthy and undoubtedly brilliant showing in his first ever Stampede match... Either in the UWL or anywhere else for that matter. He put his lips to a bottle of the finest designer bottled water a man of his stature would waste their money in.
Of course, Calliope - along with everyone else in the world - was not thinking the same thing Leonardo was thinking right now, and merely shared an empty look trying to wonder what it was. Eventually she'd try to mutter something of a reply.
Is it...
Just as quickly as she spoke though, Leonardo cut her off with a hand gesture for her to be quiet and let him speak. He slicked his hair back, as he used the fluffiest towel that could be found to dab away some excess sweat.
That's right, with tonight's most fell of swoops, I am not just the Heritage Champion... Of which I still spit on... I am also going to be the next world champion of this diabolically bland and insightless collective of mouth-breathers. he exclaimed.
Calliope's confusion didn't seem to have become any less, in fact, it was obvious by her pained thinking expression that she was having a hard time trying to compute how Leonardo had managed to arrive to that specific conclusion at all.
But... But you didn't win the match, Leonardo? she retorted.
She leaned across a chair, trying to wonder what kind of brilliant machination Leonardo had in his mind, but she was at a loss right now.
You see, that's where my brilliant mind thinks in more interesting ways than the rest, my dear muse. Because anybody who actually listened or read the rules clearly saw that the match would be for a world title match for either the men or women's world title! he gestured with bottle in hand, almost as if to try to send Calliope messages that only he understood.
Calliope, as expected, still was utterly dumbfounded.
I don't get it... she answered, still dumbfounded.
Leonardo would sigh deeply and roll his eyes, for a second his broad shoulders slumped but not for long as he wasn't going to let the slow-wittedness of others take away his brilliant ideas, or his current good mood.
It means, Calliope, that whilst Daron Smythe is probably going to fact that sweaty weirdo Billy Danielson for the world title... The women's title is clearly not being fought over, and as the second best person in the match the honour should obviously va à moi... And now, don't get me wrong, I think Dayna Barrett is a lovely young woman with a brilliant mind for bringing out a more stylistic side to wrestling, but of course, that is still very much secondary to my almost impossible intellect for all that is artistic.
It seemed that the coin finally dropped for Calliope, but as she took a few seconds to blink in confusion she had to raise one finger in retort.
I don't think the rules of that Stampede match thing worked like that, Leonardo? she answered, rightly, but her words probably lost on the person she's trying to convey them to.
Leonardo turned around and shrugged, trying to wonder why it didn't work like that.
Well for starters, like you said, the winner gets the title shot... And secondly, you know... You're not a girl, and the women's title match is for... you know... women? she explained, in as simple terms as possible to not offend Leonardo too much.
But the artiste would scoff, loudly enough for the cameraman to jump backwards for a second, but the professional Leonardo continued unabated.
What does gender have to do with it Calliope? It's 2023, most of these places don't even discriminate and let everyone fight for everything... Besides, women and men fought each other in that match I fought just tonight, for this brilliant challenge! he claimed, slightly confused and frustrated at the 'rules' that Calliope tried to explain to him.
Calliope merely shrugged with an innocent look on her face, as it wasn't her who wrote UWL's rulebook, nor was she particularly interested in learning the intricacies of it. Leonardo would merely sigh, as he planted himself onto the chair that Calliope had been leaning over. Rubbing his forehead in slight frustration.
This place is more backwards than I had imagined, my dear muse. But I am not going to let these foolishly arcane rules get the better of me. I have earned this opportunity, just like how that mouthbreather Daron Smythe earned the opportunity to get beaten up by Billy Danielson... Neither the owner or Dayna Barrett will spite me out of my hard earned right to carry two titles around my broad shoulders, which require more gold... even though gold is absolutely gauche... to show my artistic brilliance to the world...
Calliope merely stayed silent, since she knew there was no stopping Leonardo when he was on particular tangents.
I will not just destroy classic wrestling and replace it with an artistic renaissance, I will destroy these backwards sexist binary boundaries and turn this UWL into an equal society where artistes of all personally identified genders can share their artistic brilliance with one another, without being kept apart on arcane terms! Mark my words, Calliope... Thanks to Leonardo, the UWL will become the ultimate front-runner in artistic modern wrestling!