ADMIRAL ACKBAR WAS RIGHT!
Event: ReVival 12
Event Date: 07/29/2022
ADMIRAL ACKBAR WAS RIGHT!
The scene cuts backstage to Mortimer Kjedelig walking down the corridor, his mask obscuring his expression. Is he happy? Is he sad? Is he constipated? Who knows? (Other than the man himself). He passes the catering table, does an about face and walks back to it. He stares at the items on the table. What is he in the mood for? Chicken wings? Nachos and dip? Donuts? Eclairs? Pasta Salad? Coffee? In the middle of his decision making……
IT’S A TRAP!!!!
A forearm to the nape of the neck sends Mortimer crashing into the dessert table, which in turn sends a tray of eclairs flying through the air before hitting the ground with a splat. The owner of the aforementioned forearm drops down to a knee next to Kjedelig, pulling back the hood of the black knit zip up jacket with the Las Vegas Aces logo on it. The devilish grin formed by the scar on the left side of his face is instantly recognizable, but it doesn’t look like he was trying too hard to conceal his identity. A few more forearms to Mortimer’s back are unleashed in rapid succession before the former 5 Star champion stands up, swatting away a glazed donut that had managed to cling to his knee in a last ditch effort to avenge his brothers that had become collateral damage during the assault.
Tony Gamble: Hey there, Morty.
Slightly out of breath, Tony delivers a swift kick to the back of Mortimer’s head.
Tony Gamble: I guess I didn’t make myself clear at the Great American Nightmare, so here I am having to remind you again to keep your damn mouth shut.
Gamble uses his foot to kick Kjedelig over onto his back, then drops down to one knee before grabbing a bowl of tortilla chips and starts crushing them.
Tony Gamble: I get it, I’m not known for keeping my mouth shut either. But you see, there’s things that don’t need to be brought up… like your past, for instance.
The Grin shoves his right fist into the bowl of melted cheese dip, then rolls it around in the crushed chips.
Tony Gamble: You’re a mysterious masked wrestler with an equally mysterious past.
Tony grabs Mortimer’s mask and lifts his head up as he rears his arm back, ready to unload with a cheesy chip shot to the jaw.
Tony Gamble: It’s time you start focusing on your future, before you end up not having one.
Mortimer Kjedelig: Fuck your moth—
Tony Gamble clobbers Mortimer Kjedelig with a “Nacho Punch” in the middle of his face. Red mist flies from Morty’s mouth and nose, drizzling onto the ground. The Grin looks down at Mortimer, covered in tortilla, processed cheese, and blood and walks off with a grin and cocky gait. Mortimer rolls on his stomach and pushes himself up, blood and drool ooze from his mouth as he stares in the direction of Tony Gamble as the scene ends.