Pedro Gonzales Does Not Exist in This Dojo.
Feb 3, 2017 12:21:37 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Feb 3, 2017 12:21:37 GMT -5
"It seems my attitude is baffling people as of late."
Pedro Gonzales sits on the roof of a car under moonlight.
"It doesn't surprise me considering that a lot of people on the roster seem happy to drift from match to match with no forethought of their true goal. Everybody wants the best and few want to face off against the best. They just expect a shot to drop in their laps, like it's entitled to them. Sometimes that does happen. But the vast majority of the time, ya gotta work for it. I'll admit it took a long time and some soul searching for me to get to this point. To kick it into this other gear. I've had to grapple some misconceptions--"
A tap to the noggin.
"--in here about my profession. I used to believe that professional wrestling was about just that. The wrestling. But as I've steadily started to progress through my short time in the limelight, I realize that what happens inside the ring isn't the complete story. It's a good chunk of the tale. The other half of it, however, is the people. A few of them do what they do because they're competitive. Some are driven by ego and delusion. Other don't really care about wins or losses, choosing instead to find ways to outright cripple their adversaries. And all of them under the right circumstances are dangerous.
Accepting that meant accepting the truth. To every thing, there is a season. A time to be noble and a time to be tricky. A time to showboat and a time to work stiff. A time to be flashy and, where there is a possibility of grievous bodily harm, a time to cheat.
With this knowledge, I have to to reconcile with these parts of myself that I have vilified for a long time. For most of my life, my mother kept telling me to stay humble. Don't aim too high. No need to overachieve because bad things happen when you do. She thought that wanting more was a curse. I don't blame her for that belief. She had to deal with the after effects of my father's over-ambition plunging us into debt and my brother's hair trigger temper sending him to jail. My trigger finger was never that itchy and my sights weren't set quite as high. That doesn't matter. Those attributes have been buried in me."
Sigh.
"But if they were so bad, why did trapping Cindy in that armbar make me so happy? I didn't just take pride in the act. I wasn't just doing it for revenge. And as I heard her scream, I realized I wasn't just doing it to prove it was championship caliber. I enjoyed every moment of it and yes, I got a little bit angry because I am still not satisfied.
Mercy Williams is also an example of the lack of satisfaction, perhaps in more ways than she'd like to admit. Whenever she pops up on our television screens recently, she tries oh so hard to get the goat of Señorita Carter with the--dare I say it?--generic taunts of a desperate woman.
She's so vanilla.
She's so fake.
Oh, look, I'm dressed up as her and mocking her very existence.
Never mind that Señorita Williams is pretty much a typical bitchy villain with her good looks and Aussie accent being the only things that barely separates her from the mold."
A beat.
"Okay, they don't separate her that much and if you think about it, we can all be boiled down to a cliché or twelve. Meanwhile, Emily looks at all of this and...doesn't react. Or rather, she resists the urge to roll her eyes and say 'Whatever, bitch' while not being affected by her former friend's shenanigans."
For the first time since this promo started, Pedro acknowledges the camera with a look that says "Yeah, I've played that game too".
"My point is it's so hilarious because in the end, it doesn't get her any closer to her goal. She wants to better herself. She wants to be the best. It doesn't matter what she has to do to get there. As long as she gets there! In that sense, Señorita Williams and I aren't so different. That's where the comparisons stop. Because for all of this talk about working them assets, creating a brand, stylin' and profilin'...
WOOOOOOOOOO!
She's not doing any of that. She's gotten wins obviously, but the majority of her psyche's obsessively poking a bear that knows better than to attack while it's still caged. I'm not saying I don't have my lost causes. I occasionally poke at Señor Malo with hope of resuscitating him. Yet ultimately, I want more."
A smirk that grows brings a revelation.
"I want it all."
Pedro Gonzales sits on the roof of a car under moonlight.
"It doesn't surprise me considering that a lot of people on the roster seem happy to drift from match to match with no forethought of their true goal. Everybody wants the best and few want to face off against the best. They just expect a shot to drop in their laps, like it's entitled to them. Sometimes that does happen. But the vast majority of the time, ya gotta work for it. I'll admit it took a long time and some soul searching for me to get to this point. To kick it into this other gear. I've had to grapple some misconceptions--"
A tap to the noggin.
"--in here about my profession. I used to believe that professional wrestling was about just that. The wrestling. But as I've steadily started to progress through my short time in the limelight, I realize that what happens inside the ring isn't the complete story. It's a good chunk of the tale. The other half of it, however, is the people. A few of them do what they do because they're competitive. Some are driven by ego and delusion. Other don't really care about wins or losses, choosing instead to find ways to outright cripple their adversaries. And all of them under the right circumstances are dangerous.
Accepting that meant accepting the truth. To every thing, there is a season. A time to be noble and a time to be tricky. A time to showboat and a time to work stiff. A time to be flashy and, where there is a possibility of grievous bodily harm, a time to cheat.
With this knowledge, I have to to reconcile with these parts of myself that I have vilified for a long time. For most of my life, my mother kept telling me to stay humble. Don't aim too high. No need to overachieve because bad things happen when you do. She thought that wanting more was a curse. I don't blame her for that belief. She had to deal with the after effects of my father's over-ambition plunging us into debt and my brother's hair trigger temper sending him to jail. My trigger finger was never that itchy and my sights weren't set quite as high. That doesn't matter. Those attributes have been buried in me."
Sigh.
"But if they were so bad, why did trapping Cindy in that armbar make me so happy? I didn't just take pride in the act. I wasn't just doing it for revenge. And as I heard her scream, I realized I wasn't just doing it to prove it was championship caliber. I enjoyed every moment of it and yes, I got a little bit angry because I am still not satisfied.
Mercy Williams is also an example of the lack of satisfaction, perhaps in more ways than she'd like to admit. Whenever she pops up on our television screens recently, she tries oh so hard to get the goat of Señorita Carter with the--dare I say it?--generic taunts of a desperate woman.
She's so vanilla.
She's so fake.
Oh, look, I'm dressed up as her and mocking her very existence.
Never mind that Señorita Williams is pretty much a typical bitchy villain with her good looks and Aussie accent being the only things that barely separates her from the mold."
A beat.
"Okay, they don't separate her that much and if you think about it, we can all be boiled down to a cliché or twelve. Meanwhile, Emily looks at all of this and...doesn't react. Or rather, she resists the urge to roll her eyes and say 'Whatever, bitch' while not being affected by her former friend's shenanigans."
For the first time since this promo started, Pedro acknowledges the camera with a look that says "Yeah, I've played that game too".
"My point is it's so hilarious because in the end, it doesn't get her any closer to her goal. She wants to better herself. She wants to be the best. It doesn't matter what she has to do to get there. As long as she gets there! In that sense, Señorita Williams and I aren't so different. That's where the comparisons stop. Because for all of this talk about working them assets, creating a brand, stylin' and profilin'...
WOOOOOOOOOO!
She's not doing any of that. She's gotten wins obviously, but the majority of her psyche's obsessively poking a bear that knows better than to attack while it's still caged. I'm not saying I don't have my lost causes. I occasionally poke at Señor Malo with hope of resuscitating him. Yet ultimately, I want more."
A smirk that grows brings a revelation.
"I want it all."