Pedro Gonzales Has a Date with the Baroness. #Petie? #Katro?
May 31, 2016 11:47:04 GMT -5
Post by Anna on May 31, 2016 11:47:04 GMT -5
"Whenever I started wrestling, I was absolutely petrified."
Pedro scratches his head.
"I can admit this because, at that time, I wasn't a wrestler at all. I was still a cashier whose job status was in limbo sitting backstage, giving moral support to a friend and eating a cheese dog. Little would I know that a few yards away, two men would look at me and make a bet.
The current booker said 'I bet I can get him to wrestle'.
The former booker said 'I bet you can't'.
With one handshake, my life changed forever. And no matter how much I begged and pleaded with anybody with any small amount of stroke, the match was set in stone. I spent the days before the bout cowering and getting myself ready for whatever beating I was going to receive. Yet despite all of that, I never once thought to not show up. When somebody tells me to be somewhere, I'm there.
The man--I've forgotten his name--he was a man with the ability to pulverize me into dust if he wished. I had no training, no ring gear, and absolutely no reason to be in that ring. When you're a..."
He pauses.
"...well, I wouldn't even call myself a rookie at that point. But you know what I mean. Whenever you're that and you are facing off against somebody who has wrestling ability, you can sense the feeling from the crowd: must be time for a bathroom break. I cannot blame anybody for thinking so. One can see my running as a clear indicator of this not being a fair fight. That night, I wasn't concerned about winning. I just wanted to survive.
A lot has changed since then. I don't nearly pee myself whenever I see a card. Not to mention I tend to run towards danger instead of away from it. Yet every match is still a challenge. It's cramming enough knowledge, absorbing enough punishment, and going as hard as you can for that next big test. As of right now, that's the Baronesa. And I'm not ashamed to say she's one of the biggest to date.
I can see why it's booked this way. We're both in tag teams, you beat up my partner and amigo, I beat up your partner and...nude swapping buddy?"
Headtilt.
"But whenever I enter that ring, this match will not be about Bueno Club. It won't be about Señor Hightower. It will be about you, me, and the fun. Let's get this out of the way, shall we?
I don't care who you screw.
I don't care who you befriend.
And despite my joke on Twitter, I couldn't care less what you call yourself.
My only concern, the thing about all else, is what happens from bell to bell. And hidden behind the snark you tend to sling, it seems to be like you have a bit of a chip on your shoulder. You want to be the best. And the sad part is that it seems repetitive to say because everybody aspires to be better."
A sigh.
"I aspire to be better. Which is why I need to fight you. Because even though I'm not the Crimson Baroness, I can certainly learn a few things from her. How does one battle against somebody so crafty and vindictive? How do you counteract somebody desperate to make her stand?"
He paces.
"Thinking back on the recent past, my opponents had obvious weaknesses.
Señors Butcher and Darby valued their toughness above all else. They considered anybody that isn't stout, ugly, and smelling of horse manure as 'weak'. So of course they'd get angry over Bueno Club rising up against them. They never once thought we'd use our brains to win. Even Señor Hightower's ego and love to showboat was destined to be his downfall against somebody.
But you, Baronesa...you can wrestle. There is no question about that whatsoever. You know your strengths and cover up your weaknesses with the help of a baseball bat. Time and time again, people have tried to keep you down. And you seem to keep popping up.
I know that not everybody's going to play fair. Not everybody is going to be honorable. People will do horrible things to those across from them and even innocents to get their way. I accept that. I also know that the obvious answer to my questions about how to battle you is 'play her game better than she does'. That's just not my answer."
A grin.
"Si, I'll need to play it as smart as I can. I need to give you every trick I have. I need to pour every bit of my blood into this because I need this, Baronesa.
I need it more than you need to beat me."
Pedro scratches his head.
"I can admit this because, at that time, I wasn't a wrestler at all. I was still a cashier whose job status was in limbo sitting backstage, giving moral support to a friend and eating a cheese dog. Little would I know that a few yards away, two men would look at me and make a bet.
The current booker said 'I bet I can get him to wrestle'.
The former booker said 'I bet you can't'.
With one handshake, my life changed forever. And no matter how much I begged and pleaded with anybody with any small amount of stroke, the match was set in stone. I spent the days before the bout cowering and getting myself ready for whatever beating I was going to receive. Yet despite all of that, I never once thought to not show up. When somebody tells me to be somewhere, I'm there.
The man--I've forgotten his name--he was a man with the ability to pulverize me into dust if he wished. I had no training, no ring gear, and absolutely no reason to be in that ring. When you're a..."
He pauses.
"...well, I wouldn't even call myself a rookie at that point. But you know what I mean. Whenever you're that and you are facing off against somebody who has wrestling ability, you can sense the feeling from the crowd: must be time for a bathroom break. I cannot blame anybody for thinking so. One can see my running as a clear indicator of this not being a fair fight. That night, I wasn't concerned about winning. I just wanted to survive.
A lot has changed since then. I don't nearly pee myself whenever I see a card. Not to mention I tend to run towards danger instead of away from it. Yet every match is still a challenge. It's cramming enough knowledge, absorbing enough punishment, and going as hard as you can for that next big test. As of right now, that's the Baronesa. And I'm not ashamed to say she's one of the biggest to date.
I can see why it's booked this way. We're both in tag teams, you beat up my partner and amigo, I beat up your partner and...nude swapping buddy?"
Headtilt.
"But whenever I enter that ring, this match will not be about Bueno Club. It won't be about Señor Hightower. It will be about you, me, and the fun. Let's get this out of the way, shall we?
I don't care who you screw.
I don't care who you befriend.
And despite my joke on Twitter, I couldn't care less what you call yourself.
My only concern, the thing about all else, is what happens from bell to bell. And hidden behind the snark you tend to sling, it seems to be like you have a bit of a chip on your shoulder. You want to be the best. And the sad part is that it seems repetitive to say because everybody aspires to be better."
A sigh.
"I aspire to be better. Which is why I need to fight you. Because even though I'm not the Crimson Baroness, I can certainly learn a few things from her. How does one battle against somebody so crafty and vindictive? How do you counteract somebody desperate to make her stand?"
He paces.
"Thinking back on the recent past, my opponents had obvious weaknesses.
Señors Butcher and Darby valued their toughness above all else. They considered anybody that isn't stout, ugly, and smelling of horse manure as 'weak'. So of course they'd get angry over Bueno Club rising up against them. They never once thought we'd use our brains to win. Even Señor Hightower's ego and love to showboat was destined to be his downfall against somebody.
But you, Baronesa...you can wrestle. There is no question about that whatsoever. You know your strengths and cover up your weaknesses with the help of a baseball bat. Time and time again, people have tried to keep you down. And you seem to keep popping up.
I know that not everybody's going to play fair. Not everybody is going to be honorable. People will do horrible things to those across from them and even innocents to get their way. I accept that. I also know that the obvious answer to my questions about how to battle you is 'play her game better than she does'. That's just not my answer."
A grin.
"Si, I'll need to play it as smart as I can. I need to give you every trick I have. I need to pour every bit of my blood into this because I need this, Baronesa.
I need it more than you need to beat me."