Pedro Gonzales States the Obvious.
May 14, 2016 13:53:12 GMT -5
Post by Anna on May 14, 2016 13:53:12 GMT -5
"At All Costs was a victory."
And he states the obvious with a smile on his face.
"It was a victory long fought for and well deserved for two men such as Señor Malo and I. It didn't surprise me that we were kind of the underdogs going into the match against Señors Butcher and Darby. Going into the Lion's Den and starting up Bueno Club with him...I knew there was always going to be a rough patch or twelve. Losing to Brute Camp, losing to the Systemic--albeit with a little help from Señorita Cloud--these things happen. And yes, it was irritating. Si, it was aggravating. But with anger, you can either go one of two ways. You can either let it destroy you or make it propel you.
That night in Winston-Salem, when looked back upon in history, might not seem like that big of a deal. But for me, that meant everything. It proved what we said when we started. That we're much better than being fodder to be beaten down upon. That we will and can rise to the occasion. It took a little perseverance and a lot of work. Yet it happened."
El shrug.
"On that same night, shock ran through the crowd as another duo rose up by defeating our tag champions. One of them was the Baronesa who is watching me talk right now and plotting consequences because I joked about her name on Twitter."
Pedro waves at the camera as if to say 'Hi, Katie Kayfabe, how you doing?'.
"Honestly, Baronesa being half of the equation didn't surprise me. I like Señorita Becky and Señor Mason. I think they have talent that can be severely underrated. But if there was one thing you can usually count on in LDFC, it's that when given a chance to outshine anybody, our dear Lady Crimson will do whatever it takes to do so."
Deep breath.
"And then there's Señor Hightower.
I don't mean for him to sound like such a side note. It's just that it wasn't all the long ago when it was the Baronesa and Prince MacRear attempting to take center stage. Yet with a little pixie dust, the Prince is suddenly out. And Señor Hightower swooped into that spot like a vulture, picking from the carcass. And sure, it wasn't for the titles that night. But you can nearly see him licking his lips in anticipation of being just that close to gold. Almost as if he's been waiting his entire life for a moment like that."
Nooooo, really?
"Even though this will be the first time we've actually had the pleasure of being in the ring together, I've seen that look on your face before, Señor. A few things have changed since then. You have grown out your hair and dyed it--or stopped dying it?--gained another set of abs, and a girlfriend. Yet you are still as egotistical and self assured as you've always been. I'm not saying that this is all bad. Anybody inspiring to be the best at what they do should be confident. If not in their ability, then in themselves. It's just that, sometimes, too much of an ego can hinder progress. Too much confidence can lead to fatal flaws.
Doubting me would be one of them.
Whenever I said I won't predict out of ego, I meant it. Let's be honest. Even if I were to growl and snarl something like...."
*SKRRRRRROOOOONNNKKKK!*
"I'M GONNA SEND YOUR PLANE INTO A NOSEDIVE, RAPE YOUR CORPSE, AND PLAY JUMP ROPE WITH YOUR INNARDS!
Whose going to believe that without me actually doing it? Who believes you when you start adding names to lists before the bell even rings? Señorita Anita? Her opinion doesn't matter beyond the bubble of 'oh em gee i miss miami!'"
Mock sadface.
"I don't predict the future, Señor. I don't dwell too much on the past either. I only know of now. And right now? You're no better than anybody else here. With the occasional open tryouts and the talent pool getting deeper and deeper, everybody has to fight for their spot in the card. Everybody must bleed for their piece of the pie. As much as I enjoyed that moment where Bueno Club's hand were raised, one victory does not curb my hunger. I need more. So no matter how much people mock me for it, I will continue to go to class every day I can. I will absorb teachings from people who don't know my name. I will earn my place and go as far as possible until somebody kills me. Again.
So go ahead. Inflate your ego. Lay on the beach. Do whatever it is that makes you feel special."
With this, a wild smirk appears.
"And then, prepare for battle."
And he states the obvious with a smile on his face.
"It was a victory long fought for and well deserved for two men such as Señor Malo and I. It didn't surprise me that we were kind of the underdogs going into the match against Señors Butcher and Darby. Going into the Lion's Den and starting up Bueno Club with him...I knew there was always going to be a rough patch or twelve. Losing to Brute Camp, losing to the Systemic--albeit with a little help from Señorita Cloud--these things happen. And yes, it was irritating. Si, it was aggravating. But with anger, you can either go one of two ways. You can either let it destroy you or make it propel you.
That night in Winston-Salem, when looked back upon in history, might not seem like that big of a deal. But for me, that meant everything. It proved what we said when we started. That we're much better than being fodder to be beaten down upon. That we will and can rise to the occasion. It took a little perseverance and a lot of work. Yet it happened."
El shrug.
"On that same night, shock ran through the crowd as another duo rose up by defeating our tag champions. One of them was the Baronesa who is watching me talk right now and plotting consequences because I joked about her name on Twitter."
Pedro waves at the camera as if to say 'Hi, Katie Kayfabe, how you doing?'.
"Honestly, Baronesa being half of the equation didn't surprise me. I like Señorita Becky and Señor Mason. I think they have talent that can be severely underrated. But if there was one thing you can usually count on in LDFC, it's that when given a chance to outshine anybody, our dear Lady Crimson will do whatever it takes to do so."
Deep breath.
"And then there's Señor Hightower.
I don't mean for him to sound like such a side note. It's just that it wasn't all the long ago when it was the Baronesa and Prince MacRear attempting to take center stage. Yet with a little pixie dust, the Prince is suddenly out. And Señor Hightower swooped into that spot like a vulture, picking from the carcass. And sure, it wasn't for the titles that night. But you can nearly see him licking his lips in anticipation of being just that close to gold. Almost as if he's been waiting his entire life for a moment like that."
Nooooo, really?
"Even though this will be the first time we've actually had the pleasure of being in the ring together, I've seen that look on your face before, Señor. A few things have changed since then. You have grown out your hair and dyed it--or stopped dying it?--gained another set of abs, and a girlfriend. Yet you are still as egotistical and self assured as you've always been. I'm not saying that this is all bad. Anybody inspiring to be the best at what they do should be confident. If not in their ability, then in themselves. It's just that, sometimes, too much of an ego can hinder progress. Too much confidence can lead to fatal flaws.
Doubting me would be one of them.
Whenever I said I won't predict out of ego, I meant it. Let's be honest. Even if I were to growl and snarl something like...."
*SKRRRRRROOOOONNNKKKK!*
"I'M GONNA SEND YOUR PLANE INTO A NOSEDIVE, RAPE YOUR CORPSE, AND PLAY JUMP ROPE WITH YOUR INNARDS!
Whose going to believe that without me actually doing it? Who believes you when you start adding names to lists before the bell even rings? Señorita Anita? Her opinion doesn't matter beyond the bubble of 'oh em gee i miss miami!'"
Mock sadface.
"I don't predict the future, Señor. I don't dwell too much on the past either. I only know of now. And right now? You're no better than anybody else here. With the occasional open tryouts and the talent pool getting deeper and deeper, everybody has to fight for their spot in the card. Everybody must bleed for their piece of the pie. As much as I enjoyed that moment where Bueno Club's hand were raised, one victory does not curb my hunger. I need more. So no matter how much people mock me for it, I will continue to go to class every day I can. I will absorb teachings from people who don't know my name. I will earn my place and go as far as possible until somebody kills me. Again.
So go ahead. Inflate your ego. Lay on the beach. Do whatever it is that makes you feel special."
With this, a wild smirk appears.
"And then, prepare for battle."