Pedro Gonzales and the Fairy Tale.
Jun 13, 2016 12:13:08 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Jun 13, 2016 12:13:08 GMT -5
"I must admit, Señor Hank. That was a nice story. Too bad that's all it is."
Pedro Gonzales sits in a booth, eating a cheese dog.
"I get the metaphor. You're the Mack truck, I'm the guy standing in the middle of road. But it sounds a little insulting, comparing me to a hollow-eyed man waiting to be ran over. Then again, most people would consider wrestling those new to the fold insulting in and of itself. Especially when they just put on one hell of a match in the main event, loss or not."
He looks at the camera questionably and slurps on a slushee.
"In either case, I cannot help but be completely confused over your statements. Did you honestly think that fairy tale was going to scare me off, Señor Hank? Do you think I'm too stupid to realize that you're strong? Do you think I'm just going to give up all of my hard work so a man with a clear drinking problem can reboot a career that was taken away from him?"
And for the first time since he's arrived in LDFC, Pedro...scowls.
"Then you have a problem. Because I got exactly what I wanted from the Baronesa that night. I figured out what makes her stand out from the crowd and all it took was her hitting me in the head to tell me as much. I will still fight with honor and integrity. But I must speak the truth, my truth, even if people don't believe it.
My name is Pedro Gonzales. My first few days in the country was amongst bloodshed as I saw men, women, and children die in Disneyland by the hands of a demented nutcase. And no, Senor. I've never been hit by a truck. But I have had my flesh devoured by the very people I've tried so hard to entertain. Whenever you try to make a quick escape out of the ring and end up dying as a result, you learn to not run from your situation.
I don't claim to be the biggest, the baddest, the strongest. I want to make friends and I want to be alone. I may just be the smallest male in my class. I am a square peg in a round hole."
Just as quickly, the scowl turns into the most honest smile a man could give another man via a screen.
"And I love it.
I love the fact that you're undermining me, Señor. I love the fact that you honestly think you have this wrapped up just because of your bulk. Unfortunately, the more things stay the same, the more things change. You've pointed it out yourself. As much as you like to think that the world hasn't changed that much, nobody can deny that pro wrestling is wide open. Perhaps in the 80's, power was enough. Yet in a world where people like me and gasp-and-shock women are turning into world champions everywhere, you have to have more than a half assed fable that means absolutely nothing!"
People in the convenience store gawk at him like he's fucking cray-cray. Mexico City's Favorite Son notices just how loud he's gotten and gets all sheepish.
"Si. I've hit a bump in the road with the Baronesa. But I'll get over it. If there's one thing I've learned from my teachers, my friends, and my life, it's that it's not about the fact that you lost. It's that you don't let it burn a hole in your psyche.
Another thing I've learned? Brute force is useless when paired against technique. I'm not going to stand in your wait and wait to get beaten down. I'm going to move. I'm going to be like the Cobra Kai. Hit hard, hit fast, no mercy. I am quite simply going to do what I do. And you know, I have a feeling that will can enough to take you down."
Pedro raises his cup, half mocking in his salute as we fade out like Radiohead's Street Spirit.
Pedro Gonzales sits in a booth, eating a cheese dog.
"I get the metaphor. You're the Mack truck, I'm the guy standing in the middle of road. But it sounds a little insulting, comparing me to a hollow-eyed man waiting to be ran over. Then again, most people would consider wrestling those new to the fold insulting in and of itself. Especially when they just put on one hell of a match in the main event, loss or not."
He looks at the camera questionably and slurps on a slushee.
"In either case, I cannot help but be completely confused over your statements. Did you honestly think that fairy tale was going to scare me off, Señor Hank? Do you think I'm too stupid to realize that you're strong? Do you think I'm just going to give up all of my hard work so a man with a clear drinking problem can reboot a career that was taken away from him?"
And for the first time since he's arrived in LDFC, Pedro...scowls.
"Then you have a problem. Because I got exactly what I wanted from the Baronesa that night. I figured out what makes her stand out from the crowd and all it took was her hitting me in the head to tell me as much. I will still fight with honor and integrity. But I must speak the truth, my truth, even if people don't believe it.
My name is Pedro Gonzales. My first few days in the country was amongst bloodshed as I saw men, women, and children die in Disneyland by the hands of a demented nutcase. And no, Senor. I've never been hit by a truck. But I have had my flesh devoured by the very people I've tried so hard to entertain. Whenever you try to make a quick escape out of the ring and end up dying as a result, you learn to not run from your situation.
I don't claim to be the biggest, the baddest, the strongest. I want to make friends and I want to be alone. I may just be the smallest male in my class. I am a square peg in a round hole."
Just as quickly, the scowl turns into the most honest smile a man could give another man via a screen.
"And I love it.
I love the fact that you're undermining me, Señor. I love the fact that you honestly think you have this wrapped up just because of your bulk. Unfortunately, the more things stay the same, the more things change. You've pointed it out yourself. As much as you like to think that the world hasn't changed that much, nobody can deny that pro wrestling is wide open. Perhaps in the 80's, power was enough. Yet in a world where people like me and gasp-and-shock women are turning into world champions everywhere, you have to have more than a half assed fable that means absolutely nothing!"
People in the convenience store gawk at him like he's fucking cray-cray. Mexico City's Favorite Son notices just how loud he's gotten and gets all sheepish.
"Si. I've hit a bump in the road with the Baronesa. But I'll get over it. If there's one thing I've learned from my teachers, my friends, and my life, it's that it's not about the fact that you lost. It's that you don't let it burn a hole in your psyche.
Another thing I've learned? Brute force is useless when paired against technique. I'm not going to stand in your wait and wait to get beaten down. I'm going to move. I'm going to be like the Cobra Kai. Hit hard, hit fast, no mercy. I am quite simply going to do what I do. And you know, I have a feeling that will can enough to take you down."
Pedro raises his cup, half mocking in his salute as we fade out like Radiohead's Street Spirit.