¿Comó si dice? Something's Got to Give
May 3, 2016 18:42:21 GMT -5
Post by El Grandé Malo on May 3, 2016 18:42:21 GMT -5
"This," he begins, the camera pulled close, almost uncomfortably close, to his face. Beneath the black and white mask, purplish bags can be clearly seen below both eyes. The coppery beard, a tangled mess that would easily have passed as the business end of a discarded straw broom. "This has been the long times coming." His lips twinge, a hint of a smile - no, something smaller than that plays across his face. The sallow skin looks almost translucent as he closes his eyes for a beat, nostrils flaring as he takes a long breath. "There is much to say between us, amigos, but not enough times to says it.
For longer than I can count, I has watched you Señor Darby and Señor Butchér ... for a time it would make me muy furioso to see what you say and do. You make Malo very, very angry," a single finger rises into the shot, piercing the air as he points towards the heavens. "Si, very angry indeed. But then Malo, he takes the step backwards and thinks to himself; why do dos men of your ..." he pauses, struggling to find the proper word, "nature seem to make mi tummy feel ..." again he pauses, this time unable to find the right word and instead making a gurgling noise to signify what might constitute for indigestion? "You two, you is everything that I hate about this business ...
Do not get me wrong," the faintest glimmer of a smile plays across his lips once more, "I love this job ... I love what I do ... I truly love so many of the mens and womans who I get to work with week after week ...
I love the Lions Den ... I love the Ef-Gee-Ay" the three small syllables seem to fall from his tongue rather than be spoken. "I loves so much about what I do that I is almost able to ignore mens like you. I focus on the positive, I leave the negatives to go poof-bye-bye" he says with a small wave of his free hand.
"Nueve times out of the ten, I walks away - but señors, you has made it impossible for Malo to walk away this time. I is only able to turn my cheeks so many times; something's got to give" his upper lip curls ever so slightly, malice reflecting in his eyes momentarily, "and it is about time that YOU" he punctuates, spittle flying from his mouth, "are the ones who gives it!
Señor Pedro, he and I we has given the Lions Den our sweat and our bloods - we has not always been on the winning sides of our matches but there isn't the one single peoples who can say that he and I did not leave our everything in that ring ...
That, you see is what separates us" he says with a small shake of his head. "You has say it before and it is on the record. Gold, the shiny Apex titles, are what you fight for. Fame and recognition, they comes from more places than just carrying around the titles, amigos. But, you has been singularly focused on this, driven almost to the funny lengths to get them. Pedro, he and Malo do not usually feel good about doing things that are wrong ..." he pauses, the smile finally breaking through as he stifles a small giggle, "but if Malo had to do it all over agains?" He shrugs his shoulders in a nonshalant manner, "I'd have done it sooner!
I is sick and tired of listening to you speak as though we should be afraid of you, señor. You has been allowed to be the bully too long - now it is the time where Malo say, 'Put up, or shut up' because you will not walk away from this match with your heads held high. No, this match ... it will belong with the Bueno Club and we WILL walk out of that ring with our arms raised ...
At ...
All ...
Costs!
For longer than I can count, I has watched you Señor Darby and Señor Butchér ... for a time it would make me muy furioso to see what you say and do. You make Malo very, very angry," a single finger rises into the shot, piercing the air as he points towards the heavens. "Si, very angry indeed. But then Malo, he takes the step backwards and thinks to himself; why do dos men of your ..." he pauses, struggling to find the proper word, "nature seem to make mi tummy feel ..." again he pauses, this time unable to find the right word and instead making a gurgling noise to signify what might constitute for indigestion? "You two, you is everything that I hate about this business ...
Do not get me wrong," the faintest glimmer of a smile plays across his lips once more, "I love this job ... I love what I do ... I truly love so many of the mens and womans who I get to work with week after week ...
I love the Lions Den ... I love the Ef-Gee-Ay" the three small syllables seem to fall from his tongue rather than be spoken. "I loves so much about what I do that I is almost able to ignore mens like you. I focus on the positive, I leave the negatives to go poof-bye-bye" he says with a small wave of his free hand.
"Nueve times out of the ten, I walks away - but señors, you has made it impossible for Malo to walk away this time. I is only able to turn my cheeks so many times; something's got to give" his upper lip curls ever so slightly, malice reflecting in his eyes momentarily, "and it is about time that YOU" he punctuates, spittle flying from his mouth, "are the ones who gives it!
Señor Pedro, he and I we has given the Lions Den our sweat and our bloods - we has not always been on the winning sides of our matches but there isn't the one single peoples who can say that he and I did not leave our everything in that ring ...
That, you see is what separates us" he says with a small shake of his head. "You has say it before and it is on the record. Gold, the shiny Apex titles, are what you fight for. Fame and recognition, they comes from more places than just carrying around the titles, amigos. But, you has been singularly focused on this, driven almost to the funny lengths to get them. Pedro, he and Malo do not usually feel good about doing things that are wrong ..." he pauses, the smile finally breaking through as he stifles a small giggle, "but if Malo had to do it all over agains?" He shrugs his shoulders in a nonshalant manner, "I'd have done it sooner!
I is sick and tired of listening to you speak as though we should be afraid of you, señor. You has been allowed to be the bully too long - now it is the time where Malo say, 'Put up, or shut up' because you will not walk away from this match with your heads held high. No, this match ... it will belong with the Bueno Club and we WILL walk out of that ring with our arms raised ...
At ...
All ...
Costs!
