'DroGon Raids Again
Nov 1, 2016 10:36:06 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Nov 1, 2016 10:36:06 GMT -5
"The total is four and one-half wins...to one and a half losses. Because draws don't count as a thing."
Withe the mention of this, Pedro Gonzales sighs.
"To some extent, it pains me to bring up that total. I know it leans more towards the winning side of things and honestly, I'm so happy that my amigo Malo is finally starting to shine. But the fact that I gave Bueno Club its first true loss in Tres-Gee-Dub isn't just a disappointment to him and our fans all over the world. It's a huge disappointment to me. And when I feel like I'm not performing the way I should or winning the matches I should, I shut down. I shut down and I don't talk to anybody because in truth, I don't want anybody's pity. Plus, it stands to reason that some friends are more of a distraction than others."
A sly smirk creeps over his face.
“Sometimes in a good way, don't get me wrong. But still.
I am a lot of things to a lot of people. But the first thing I am, what I have to be above all else, is a wrestler. If I fuck up in that aspect, I can't do much of anything until I fix the problem. And we can be honest here, there is definitely a problem when I'm losing to someone as incredibly green and out of his element as Señor Gold.”
He raises his hand to stop us bitching.
“That's not exactly a dis to Señor Gold. It’s just that…a few years ago in an arena in St. Louis, I was that kid who was green and out of his element. Even moreso than he was. I used to be that guy who beat up the established, the semi-established, the "new to this company but has experience" people when others didn't expect me to. But now the tables have turned.”
A beat.
“I don't like it.
I don't like being in this position where I finally got something going on and everything is finally clicking and I lose. I don't like having confidence that can be mistaken for cockiness. I despise having an ego. I'm not a big fan of being perceived as weak when I know and everybody with half a brain knows that I'm not! I hate it. Tremendously. The only good thing about the previous Thursday Night Challenge was Señor Malo getting the win. And I'm proud for my amigo but I'm pissed at myself. Hours turn into days and days turn into weeks...
Then, I remembered what day it was.
Half an hour ago, I finally looked at the card for this week. What I saw didn't disappoint or surprise me in the least. In fact, I expected it. I can say a lot of things about El Alcalde, but at least he can book things semi-rationally. It makes sense for us to dance, Señorita Star. We were the losers of our respective matches. This is fair and right. I'm sure you were bummed out at falling to Malo. I'm also sure that at some point during the battle, Princess Unikitty of Cloudcuckooland will finally let her emotions get the better of her, the blocks'll turn red, and her happy little face will turn mean. Even if you don't want them to."
The New Pride of Mexico paces a little.
"That's the thing, isn't it? Sometimes, you have to die before being reborn. Sometimes, you have to be what you don't want to be in order to get what you want."
He pauses, as if a lightbulb has gone off in his head.
"Sometimes, you have to smash a whole lotta buildings to be satisfied."
The smile brightens.
"From a history standpoint, you may have the edge, Señorita. You've only had the two matches in 3GW. I am slightly more predictable with my backlog of tape. I'm no longer the inexperienced underdog. You are. And I'm glad. Because now, I can come into this match the way I should've with Señor Gold.
You bring everything you've got, Señorita Star. Because the things you think you might need, I can always have double. You wanna play twenty-one? I got twenty-two. You want to play blackjack? I've got two of those too. Aces and eights? I've got too many of those. And it's not because I cheat, baby. It's because I'm good at what I do."
...
"And I swear I'm not drunk when I'm saying that."
El shrug.
"Our victories es no bueno to you? They don't have to be. We're in each others way. And who knows? You're young and talented. The prophesy could very well ring true. You two could be champions someday.
But not anytime soon. Not if we can help it."
Withe the mention of this, Pedro Gonzales sighs.
"To some extent, it pains me to bring up that total. I know it leans more towards the winning side of things and honestly, I'm so happy that my amigo Malo is finally starting to shine. But the fact that I gave Bueno Club its first true loss in Tres-Gee-Dub isn't just a disappointment to him and our fans all over the world. It's a huge disappointment to me. And when I feel like I'm not performing the way I should or winning the matches I should, I shut down. I shut down and I don't talk to anybody because in truth, I don't want anybody's pity. Plus, it stands to reason that some friends are more of a distraction than others."
A sly smirk creeps over his face.
“Sometimes in a good way, don't get me wrong. But still.
I am a lot of things to a lot of people. But the first thing I am, what I have to be above all else, is a wrestler. If I fuck up in that aspect, I can't do much of anything until I fix the problem. And we can be honest here, there is definitely a problem when I'm losing to someone as incredibly green and out of his element as Señor Gold.”
He raises his hand to stop us bitching.
“That's not exactly a dis to Señor Gold. It’s just that…a few years ago in an arena in St. Louis, I was that kid who was green and out of his element. Even moreso than he was. I used to be that guy who beat up the established, the semi-established, the "new to this company but has experience" people when others didn't expect me to. But now the tables have turned.”
A beat.
“I don't like it.
I don't like being in this position where I finally got something going on and everything is finally clicking and I lose. I don't like having confidence that can be mistaken for cockiness. I despise having an ego. I'm not a big fan of being perceived as weak when I know and everybody with half a brain knows that I'm not! I hate it. Tremendously. The only good thing about the previous Thursday Night Challenge was Señor Malo getting the win. And I'm proud for my amigo but I'm pissed at myself. Hours turn into days and days turn into weeks...
Then, I remembered what day it was.
Half an hour ago, I finally looked at the card for this week. What I saw didn't disappoint or surprise me in the least. In fact, I expected it. I can say a lot of things about El Alcalde, but at least he can book things semi-rationally. It makes sense for us to dance, Señorita Star. We were the losers of our respective matches. This is fair and right. I'm sure you were bummed out at falling to Malo. I'm also sure that at some point during the battle, Princess Unikitty of Cloudcuckooland will finally let her emotions get the better of her, the blocks'll turn red, and her happy little face will turn mean. Even if you don't want them to."
The New Pride of Mexico paces a little.
"That's the thing, isn't it? Sometimes, you have to die before being reborn. Sometimes, you have to be what you don't want to be in order to get what you want."
He pauses, as if a lightbulb has gone off in his head.
"Sometimes, you have to smash a whole lotta buildings to be satisfied."
The smile brightens.
"From a history standpoint, you may have the edge, Señorita. You've only had the two matches in 3GW. I am slightly more predictable with my backlog of tape. I'm no longer the inexperienced underdog. You are. And I'm glad. Because now, I can come into this match the way I should've with Señor Gold.
You bring everything you've got, Señorita Star. Because the things you think you might need, I can always have double. You wanna play twenty-one? I got twenty-two. You want to play blackjack? I've got two of those too. Aces and eights? I've got too many of those. And it's not because I cheat, baby. It's because I'm good at what I do."
...
"And I swear I'm not drunk when I'm saying that."
El shrug.
"Our victories es no bueno to you? They don't have to be. We're in each others way. And who knows? You're young and talented. The prophesy could very well ring true. You two could be champions someday.
But not anytime soon. Not if we can help it."