Pedro Gonzales Is Not Johnny Gargano.
Oct 14, 2016 10:25:33 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Oct 14, 2016 10:25:33 GMT -5
Darkness embraces the camera. Everything is quiet until from literally out of nowhere, a piano starts to play as if building to a crescendo. The spotlight turns on and so does...a cell phone?
Glorious!
No, I won't give in
I wont give in til i'm victorious!
And I will defend, I will defend!
Pedro Gonzales stares into your soul as a cheap stereo plays on a wooden stool. An eyebrow raises before he looks over in befuddlement as the electronic sings its happy song. Scratching his head, he looks back at us.
Then he smiles.
Then he shakes his head.
The cell phone is dropped. We can hear Pedro walking away from the faux choir before reappearing moments later with what looks like a sledgehammer. Just as quickly, we suddenly shift to the watchful eye of a HD camera. We see his stride with said sledge and the gruesome impact it makes against the stereo's plastic hide. With each swing, the vocal distort and chunks taking out until there's silence and nothing left to smash.
With his breathing somewhat heavy, the New Pride of Mexico leans towards his weapon.
"For those who are keeping score, the previous episode of Challenge marks a grand total of three-and-a-half wins for Bueno Club."
Cheap pop for the wins!
"I'll admit when Señor Malo and Señor Gaines got counted out, things got a little complicated. Yet seeing as neither man got their hand raised, I'll split the difference and call it half."
El shrug.
"We may not have the entirety of 3GW's twitter machine backing us up like MacRear with his #MacRearMondays and we may not be pitiful enough to be pampered to after a loss like Señorita Ramsey. But I mention this because my masked amigo and I are doing what a lot of people didn't think we would do in Tres-Gee-Dub: we're succeeding.
And I'm not afraid to say we aren't the only ones. The people you least expect are grasping brass rings.
Macy Dover forces the cameras to notice her at every turn.
Shintaro Majima--a man who admitted to being lackluster in the past--has taken a title that most thought belonged on the waist of Senor Banks.
And out of the corner of everybody's eye, just noticeable enough to make heads turn, is a certain young couple."
He looks directly into the camera.
"Señor Gold, Señorita Star, you have my immediate attention."
A beat.
"Granted as quite possibly the only other actual tag team on this roster, it's not all that hard to be a blip on my radar. But by demolishing Rab McKinley and concussing Maritza Diaz, I'm more curious than before about the two--" Here's where the air quotes come in. "--"soulmates" trying to stake their claim.
On the surface, it seems so simple. Two fresh-faced kids taking on the wrestling world with confidence. According to them, they are destined to carry tag team gold. They wouldn't be called the Gold Star Connection just because that happens to be their last names!
Yet I wonder, Señor Gold. Could it really be that elementary?"
A moment passes.
"No.
I suspect that hidden behind your big bright eyes and that peach fuzz on your chin, there's something else. What it is...I can't quite gage yet. Maybe it's as Katie Kayfabe says. Maybe behind close doors, you talk a lot of smack you don't have the balls to say to anybody's face. Truthfully, I wouldn't trust the Baronesa for anything. But I also cannot deny the possibility exists. To do so would be foolish.
I can sit here and wonder what you hide because everybody hides something. Humans are like onions. We show layers to certain people at certain times and people who think they know us completely usually don't. That's why I don't mind if my opponents lurk around on my Twitter. Or watch my matches. Or watch my promos. Because while there's truth in those fragments, what you see in one instance can be...somewhat outdated."
With this, Pedro's grin grows wider.
"That's part of the reason why I'm happy about this match, Señor. You're not coming in as exactly the same wrestler you were a couple of weeks ago. Nor am I. The other half of this situation is that this is a mere prelude, isn't it?
Our match.
Malo and Star's match.
If our little...well, we can't call it a feud quite yet...if out little thing were a motion picture, these are simply the trailers. Regardless of what happens when that bell rings, I am also aware that movie trailers, like people, often mislead the audience. As usual, I come to win knowing the truth."
There's a nod of acknowledgement.
"This is a rehearsal for a grander stage. And I'm interested to see what part you think you'll play."
Glorious!
No, I won't give in
I wont give in til i'm victorious!
And I will defend, I will defend!
Pedro Gonzales stares into your soul as a cheap stereo plays on a wooden stool. An eyebrow raises before he looks over in befuddlement as the electronic sings its happy song. Scratching his head, he looks back at us.
Then he smiles.
Then he shakes his head.
The cell phone is dropped. We can hear Pedro walking away from the faux choir before reappearing moments later with what looks like a sledgehammer. Just as quickly, we suddenly shift to the watchful eye of a HD camera. We see his stride with said sledge and the gruesome impact it makes against the stereo's plastic hide. With each swing, the vocal distort and chunks taking out until there's silence and nothing left to smash.
With his breathing somewhat heavy, the New Pride of Mexico leans towards his weapon.
"For those who are keeping score, the previous episode of Challenge marks a grand total of three-and-a-half wins for Bueno Club."
Cheap pop for the wins!
"I'll admit when Señor Malo and Señor Gaines got counted out, things got a little complicated. Yet seeing as neither man got their hand raised, I'll split the difference and call it half."
El shrug.
"We may not have the entirety of 3GW's twitter machine backing us up like MacRear with his #MacRearMondays and we may not be pitiful enough to be pampered to after a loss like Señorita Ramsey. But I mention this because my masked amigo and I are doing what a lot of people didn't think we would do in Tres-Gee-Dub: we're succeeding.
And I'm not afraid to say we aren't the only ones. The people you least expect are grasping brass rings.
Macy Dover forces the cameras to notice her at every turn.
Shintaro Majima--a man who admitted to being lackluster in the past--has taken a title that most thought belonged on the waist of Senor Banks.
And out of the corner of everybody's eye, just noticeable enough to make heads turn, is a certain young couple."
He looks directly into the camera.
"Señor Gold, Señorita Star, you have my immediate attention."
A beat.
"Granted as quite possibly the only other actual tag team on this roster, it's not all that hard to be a blip on my radar. But by demolishing Rab McKinley and concussing Maritza Diaz, I'm more curious than before about the two--" Here's where the air quotes come in. "--"soulmates" trying to stake their claim.
On the surface, it seems so simple. Two fresh-faced kids taking on the wrestling world with confidence. According to them, they are destined to carry tag team gold. They wouldn't be called the Gold Star Connection just because that happens to be their last names!
Yet I wonder, Señor Gold. Could it really be that elementary?"
A moment passes.
"No.
I suspect that hidden behind your big bright eyes and that peach fuzz on your chin, there's something else. What it is...I can't quite gage yet. Maybe it's as Katie Kayfabe says. Maybe behind close doors, you talk a lot of smack you don't have the balls to say to anybody's face. Truthfully, I wouldn't trust the Baronesa for anything. But I also cannot deny the possibility exists. To do so would be foolish.
I can sit here and wonder what you hide because everybody hides something. Humans are like onions. We show layers to certain people at certain times and people who think they know us completely usually don't. That's why I don't mind if my opponents lurk around on my Twitter. Or watch my matches. Or watch my promos. Because while there's truth in those fragments, what you see in one instance can be...somewhat outdated."
With this, Pedro's grin grows wider.
"That's part of the reason why I'm happy about this match, Señor. You're not coming in as exactly the same wrestler you were a couple of weeks ago. Nor am I. The other half of this situation is that this is a mere prelude, isn't it?
Our match.
Malo and Star's match.
If our little...well, we can't call it a feud quite yet...if out little thing were a motion picture, these are simply the trailers. Regardless of what happens when that bell rings, I am also aware that movie trailers, like people, often mislead the audience. As usual, I come to win knowing the truth."
There's a nod of acknowledgement.
"This is a rehearsal for a grander stage. And I'm interested to see what part you think you'll play."