Roleplay Numéro Seven: The One Where I Say The Things!
Apr 5, 2016 16:26:52 GMT -5
Post by El Grandé Malo on Apr 5, 2016 16:26:52 GMT -5
The camera blinks to life, the view of a loose gravely path laden with patches of grass, as a pair of sneakers continually break into the shot giving the viewer a sense of motion. The view of the ground changes as a mumbled curse in Spanish can be heard just over the sound of birds and children. The camera pans up, the path in front coming into focus. Children play on tall wooden equipment in the distance while joggers zig zag around those pushing strollers. Without warning, the shot rotates, the camera showing the concentrating face of El Grandé Malo. While unable to actually see them, his eyebrows are no-doubt furrowed. He quickly figures out what he’s doing as his face morphs from a scowl to a wide grin.
“Hola, hola, hola!” he says, “Few things in this world are better than the feelings of the redemption. It was only few weeks ago that I lay there on the mat of shame, as a rather large man pinned me for the uno, dos, tres. That loss, more so than any others I face in mi career, seemed to weighs on me … it keep me up at night eat aways at me. You see, amigos, this is because mi amigo Pedro will no longer be ables to participate in the grande tag teaming tournament because of my mistakes.
This,” he says with a head shake, “is the pill that is very hard to swallow.
For the long, long time, I was content just being the happy go-lucky chico who does not cares about the wins and looses as long as the fans was being entertained. That’s why I got into this business after all – for the fans. It would seem that whether I was flying through the air, my knee connecting with the faces of opponents after opponents, or if it was mi cabeza being unceremoniously bounced off the canvas, the fans were contento. Music to mi ears, you see … music to mi ears.
I was told time and time again that there is only so far you can go with this attitude. I would just smile, shrug and go right back out there the next night for more of the chair shots and high spots.
I was content …
I was happy …
But then I realize that this attitude was no es propicio to success with a partner. My mistakes cost someone else a shot at something bigger. This is the hardest part; knowing that while, mi amigo, Pedro would never say this to my face … I know that he is disappointed that we did not make it further in the tournament. We could have gone all the way, had I buckled down and thought about someone other than myself.
But this, all this,” he waves his free hand about, “it changes this week.
Pedro and I, we are back together and taking on the Systemic this week.”
Malo opens and closes his mouth a few times, confusion washing over his face, “I … I just don’t even know what to say here, and this is coming from me!” Laughing, he slaps his hand against his forehead. “Systemic are the pair of, brainwashed? Indoctrinated? Kool-aid drinking, nut-cases? Well, they is the pair of something, and unfortunately, part of that something includes the fact that they don’t look like the typical pushovers. Far from it, in fact, they has already shown that there is more going on in their upstairs than meets the eye.”
Malo shakes his head once more, his gaze falling to the ground momentarily, “Poor Jensen Banks found that out the hard way when he try doing the right thing. Señor Banks made up for it but all he did was poke the bear ... well, the little, sparkly girly bear. He’s fastened himself right in the sights of Señorita Skylar and left her dingleberries to fend for themselves in the meanwhile.
That,” he smiles, “is where we come in.
See, if there's one thing that I don’t like – it’s a bully. Los Skylar’s, I don’t even care that you’re blindly following the pretty one … Malo, he gets that! I has followed quite a few pretty girls in my day, but I has never let one call the shots for me. I may look like I’m a few tacos short of a fiesta, but even I knows that no good can comes from the direction you’re headed.
This week you pull the short stick and got stuck in a match with two guys who you, in all honesty, probably wouldn’t take a second look at most weeks. Well, it might be a good idea to take the good long at the smiling faces staring back at you.
You has dedicated yourselves - mind, body and career, to Señorita Cloud. Pedro and I has dedicated ourselves to the more noble purpose … and that is this business. From the chico selling the popcorn up in section twenty-two, row G all the way to the little boy in the front rows, experiencing the Lion Dens event for the first time … that is who we is fight for.
We fights for the men and women who spends their hard earned pesos for a few hours of entertainment a few nights a month.
We fights for the joy on the faces of the children wearing their Bueno Club t-shirts.
We fights, because we loves this company, this industry, this way of life.
The two of you can stands up and Reach for the Skylar all you want; me and Pedro, we are more than content to reach for the top of that mountain while you grasp at air.
Say hola to the definitión of competitions; say hola … to the Bueno Club!”
“Hola, hola, hola!” he says, “Few things in this world are better than the feelings of the redemption. It was only few weeks ago that I lay there on the mat of shame, as a rather large man pinned me for the uno, dos, tres. That loss, more so than any others I face in mi career, seemed to weighs on me … it keep me up at night eat aways at me. You see, amigos, this is because mi amigo Pedro will no longer be ables to participate in the grande tag teaming tournament because of my mistakes.
This,” he says with a head shake, “is the pill that is very hard to swallow.
For the long, long time, I was content just being the happy go-lucky chico who does not cares about the wins and looses as long as the fans was being entertained. That’s why I got into this business after all – for the fans. It would seem that whether I was flying through the air, my knee connecting with the faces of opponents after opponents, or if it was mi cabeza being unceremoniously bounced off the canvas, the fans were contento. Music to mi ears, you see … music to mi ears.
I was told time and time again that there is only so far you can go with this attitude. I would just smile, shrug and go right back out there the next night for more of the chair shots and high spots.
I was content …
I was happy …
But then I realize that this attitude was no es propicio to success with a partner. My mistakes cost someone else a shot at something bigger. This is the hardest part; knowing that while, mi amigo, Pedro would never say this to my face … I know that he is disappointed that we did not make it further in the tournament. We could have gone all the way, had I buckled down and thought about someone other than myself.
But this, all this,” he waves his free hand about, “it changes this week.
Pedro and I, we are back together and taking on the Systemic this week.”
Malo opens and closes his mouth a few times, confusion washing over his face, “I … I just don’t even know what to say here, and this is coming from me!” Laughing, he slaps his hand against his forehead. “Systemic are the pair of, brainwashed? Indoctrinated? Kool-aid drinking, nut-cases? Well, they is the pair of something, and unfortunately, part of that something includes the fact that they don’t look like the typical pushovers. Far from it, in fact, they has already shown that there is more going on in their upstairs than meets the eye.”
Malo shakes his head once more, his gaze falling to the ground momentarily, “Poor Jensen Banks found that out the hard way when he try doing the right thing. Señor Banks made up for it but all he did was poke the bear ... well, the little, sparkly girly bear. He’s fastened himself right in the sights of Señorita Skylar and left her dingleberries to fend for themselves in the meanwhile.
That,” he smiles, “is where we come in.
See, if there's one thing that I don’t like – it’s a bully. Los Skylar’s, I don’t even care that you’re blindly following the pretty one … Malo, he gets that! I has followed quite a few pretty girls in my day, but I has never let one call the shots for me. I may look like I’m a few tacos short of a fiesta, but even I knows that no good can comes from the direction you’re headed.
This week you pull the short stick and got stuck in a match with two guys who you, in all honesty, probably wouldn’t take a second look at most weeks. Well, it might be a good idea to take the good long at the smiling faces staring back at you.
You has dedicated yourselves - mind, body and career, to Señorita Cloud. Pedro and I has dedicated ourselves to the more noble purpose … and that is this business. From the chico selling the popcorn up in section twenty-two, row G all the way to the little boy in the front rows, experiencing the Lion Dens event for the first time … that is who we is fight for.
We fights for the men and women who spends their hard earned pesos for a few hours of entertainment a few nights a month.
We fights for the joy on the faces of the children wearing their Bueno Club t-shirts.
We fights, because we loves this company, this industry, this way of life.
The two of you can stands up and Reach for the Skylar all you want; me and Pedro, we are more than content to reach for the top of that mountain while you grasp at air.
Say hola to the definitión of competitions; say hola … to the Bueno Club!”
