Pedro Gonzales Goes Back to Basics.
May 3, 2016 11:21:06 GMT -5
Post by Anna on May 3, 2016 11:21:06 GMT -5
Pedro Gonzales. A camera. Plain white brick wall. Bueno Club t-shirt.
"You know, my friends are often busy: Malo has more wrestling, Josh has his modeling, Anna has her time lording. So more often than not, I'm often left with my own thoughts. And right now, they turn to two men.
Butcher.
Darby.
Same as it ever was."
He shakes his head as a hand passes through his hair. It's starting to grow again.
"A lot of things had become hurdles in the quest for revenge, but I've never forgotten you. You two were the reason that the Bueno Club was even formed in the first place. Two Brits; one brawler, one scammer, trying to get ahead by any means necessary. Lying, cheating, stealing. Whatever it takes to get the job done and more likely than not, it was at the cost of people who were actually trying to earn it by simply wrestling the better match.
For all the smack and smoke blowing that you managed to conjure up the first time we spoke against you, we all almost seem to be on the low end of the totem pole."
A sigh escapes his lips.
"Señor Malo and I put in so much effort. We put in enough of our own blood, sweat, and tears to get better. I show up to class, rain or shine. Señor Malo wrestles for another promotion on top of the Lion's Den. In every match, we try to pull the very best out of ourselves. We try to let our matches do the talking."
A beat.
"So why does it bother me so much?"
His brown eyes gleam as they look at the camera lens...as they look at you with certainty.
"There is a hunger deep inside me. It's not the type you can fill with food or drink. But I can still feel it in the depths of my soul, this thing that gnaws at me when the training facility goes silent. The Bueno Club's crusade is for fairness and fun. But I can't really lie. I want to win. And perhaps even scarier, I want both of your heads on a stake. Especially yours, Señor Butcher.
It's no secret we don't like each other. You can say that I cost you the match against Señor Banks and Señorita Carter. You can say I owe a debt to you in the currency of blood, broken bones and my career. But in all reality, you did that to yourself. You are the one that took your eye off the ball. All I did was...help."
Wink wink. Nudge nudge.
"Ever since then, I've heard every insult you managed to spit out of your mouth. That I'm afraid of you. That my hand's being held. That if we were ever in the same place, you'd beat me to a bloody pulp. Except...I haven't gone anywhere. I go to the training facility, I go home. Which means you could've attacked me at any damn time you wanted to. You could've wiped the floor with both of us after our match against the Systemic!"
There's a pause here as you probably notice that he's right about all this and start nodding your head in agreement.
"But you didn't.
Maybe I underestimated you, Señor Butcher. Maybe you had the common sense to settle this in the only place that matters. Or you just thought I run away like the many others who stay for a cup of coffee and get one whiff of trouble."
Breathe.
"I have been smuggled into this country only to see massive amounts of bloodshed. I have been dragged into this business, kicking and screaming with no experience. I have been doubted. I have ruffled feathers by answering the question of 'do you really thing you can beat anybody?' by saying yes. I had to fight against my teacher and break one of his limbs because of it. I have been eaten by zombies, died, was resurrected, and worked alongside the resurrected corpse of Walt Disney."
That last line was said so casually, you may have to rewind the tape a few times to realize that yeah, he just said that.
"In just a few years, I have been through things that people can't even comprehend. And I'm still here. Don't let my radio silence fool you, Señors. You don't scare me. Nobody in LDFC does. I've just been watching. It's usually the best way to learn power structures and how things work.
I watch.
And I wait.
And I take it one match at a time. It just so happens our time is now. I do not speak for Señor Malo. That, like I've said, is not my place. But as for me?"
For dramatics, he stands.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"You know, my friends are often busy: Malo has more wrestling, Josh has his modeling, Anna has her time lording. So more often than not, I'm often left with my own thoughts. And right now, they turn to two men.
Butcher.
Darby.
Same as it ever was."
He shakes his head as a hand passes through his hair. It's starting to grow again.
"A lot of things had become hurdles in the quest for revenge, but I've never forgotten you. You two were the reason that the Bueno Club was even formed in the first place. Two Brits; one brawler, one scammer, trying to get ahead by any means necessary. Lying, cheating, stealing. Whatever it takes to get the job done and more likely than not, it was at the cost of people who were actually trying to earn it by simply wrestling the better match.
For all the smack and smoke blowing that you managed to conjure up the first time we spoke against you, we all almost seem to be on the low end of the totem pole."
A sigh escapes his lips.
"Señor Malo and I put in so much effort. We put in enough of our own blood, sweat, and tears to get better. I show up to class, rain or shine. Señor Malo wrestles for another promotion on top of the Lion's Den. In every match, we try to pull the very best out of ourselves. We try to let our matches do the talking."
A beat.
"So why does it bother me so much?"
His brown eyes gleam as they look at the camera lens...as they look at you with certainty.
"There is a hunger deep inside me. It's not the type you can fill with food or drink. But I can still feel it in the depths of my soul, this thing that gnaws at me when the training facility goes silent. The Bueno Club's crusade is for fairness and fun. But I can't really lie. I want to win. And perhaps even scarier, I want both of your heads on a stake. Especially yours, Señor Butcher.
It's no secret we don't like each other. You can say that I cost you the match against Señor Banks and Señorita Carter. You can say I owe a debt to you in the currency of blood, broken bones and my career. But in all reality, you did that to yourself. You are the one that took your eye off the ball. All I did was...help."
Wink wink. Nudge nudge.
"Ever since then, I've heard every insult you managed to spit out of your mouth. That I'm afraid of you. That my hand's being held. That if we were ever in the same place, you'd beat me to a bloody pulp. Except...I haven't gone anywhere. I go to the training facility, I go home. Which means you could've attacked me at any damn time you wanted to. You could've wiped the floor with both of us after our match against the Systemic!"
There's a pause here as you probably notice that he's right about all this and start nodding your head in agreement.
"But you didn't.
Maybe I underestimated you, Señor Butcher. Maybe you had the common sense to settle this in the only place that matters. Or you just thought I run away like the many others who stay for a cup of coffee and get one whiff of trouble."
Breathe.
"I have been smuggled into this country only to see massive amounts of bloodshed. I have been dragged into this business, kicking and screaming with no experience. I have been doubted. I have ruffled feathers by answering the question of 'do you really thing you can beat anybody?' by saying yes. I had to fight against my teacher and break one of his limbs because of it. I have been eaten by zombies, died, was resurrected, and worked alongside the resurrected corpse of Walt Disney."
That last line was said so casually, you may have to rewind the tape a few times to realize that yeah, he just said that.
"In just a few years, I have been through things that people can't even comprehend. And I'm still here. Don't let my radio silence fool you, Señors. You don't scare me. Nobody in LDFC does. I've just been watching. It's usually the best way to learn power structures and how things work.
I watch.
And I wait.
And I take it one match at a time. It just so happens our time is now. I do not speak for Señor Malo. That, like I've said, is not my place. But as for me?"
For dramatics, he stands.
"I'm not going anywhere."