¿Como se dice? It's a Long Way Down
Nov 2, 2016 19:04:35 GMT -5
Post by El Grandé Malo on Nov 2, 2016 19:04:35 GMT -5
“How much time does Malo has?” he asks as the feed opens. Malo sits there, scratching absentmindedly at his beard while scanning the time on his iPhone. Doing the math in his head, a task that required probably more time and effort than it should, his eyes widen as his head slowly shakes back and forth.
“Madre de dios, Malo is going to has to get to the point quickly this week, amigos!” He sits up a little straighter, his hands rising to his mask as he straightens and smooths the black fabric, which looks even darker against his alabaster skin and ginger facial hair.
“So the Bueno Club,” he begins with a grin, “we is doing very well here in the TresGW, ¡si!, and as much noise as Malo is hearing, I is knowing that peoples is noticing what me and mi amigo, Pedro, has been doing here since the first days.
While the other peoples, they is making lots of noise and beating their chests and measuring their pee-pees, Malo y Pedro has been racking up the victories all quiet like” he purrs.
“Malo has listened to all the silly talk week after week – it makes for the great way to pass the time in the bathroom. This week, Malo, he made the mistake, though, of trying to listen to what his opponent is saying.
I is not saying that Señor Gold was the cause of Malo’s abdominal distress, but he is certainly not helping it.
Malo, he is trying to never listen to the things his opponents is saying before the match. Usually,” he smiles, “it is more funny to hear their grande plans for Malo after he is pinning them to the mat for the uno, dos y tres.
You, señor, you seems to be taking the cake with how you is seeing the world. Si, you is winning two weeks ago against mi partner, Pedro; but Malo, he is winning against your partner Señoritta Star. That makes this evens stevens between the Bueno Club y the Gold Star Connection.
Pedro, he and Malo is having a little bet on the side – you see,” he smirks, “this week we is going to see which of us can pinpoint the weak links in your team. Pedro, he thinks that it is your little señoritta partner – but not Malo. No,” he says, his head shaking slowly as the smirk broadens into a smile, “no, Malo thinks that the weak link is you, amigo. Sure, you has the ‘look’ and you has the ‘talent’,” he concedes with a shrug and half-hearted air quotation marks, “but in the ends, it will be your attitude, señor, that brings your team down. Señoritta Star? She may be as green as the salsa verde in mi refrigerator, but at least she is coachable …she has the chance at becoming something greater than the sum of her current flaws.
But you,” he scoffs, “amigo, it might be too late for you. Malo has seen chicos like you all across the country and it is always the same story; lots of this,” he pantomimes talking with his free hand, “but not enough of this,” he pinches his fingers together, pressing them tight and silencing the ‘talk’. “You is blessed with gifts, we is seeing this, but the higher you is climbing up onto that high horse of yours, amigo, the farther down you is going to be falling.
Where is you going to go when this happens though, I is wondering, because,” he shrugs, “what is the ‘undefeated’ going to has to hang his hat on after this week? Señor Gold, the ‘nearly undefeated’? Señor Gold, the ‘I is wishing that I is thinking up the more clever nicknames when I is signing mi TresGW contract’?
Si, that last one might be a bit long but you is seeing Malo’s point. Amigo, you has set yourself up to fail and Malo,” he grins, perhaps a bit too wickedly, “is more than happy to be the mans to give you that little nudge that you need.
Two weeks, amigo,” he continues, holding up a pair of fingers, “come find Malo in two weeks and we can have a chat about how I is bursting that goose egg that’s just sitting there in your loss column. Come and talk to Malo about how you is feeling about your tarnished record, about how that numero uno marred an otherwise exemplary start in this company. Come talk to Malo, amigo – because I is not thinking that anyone else with care.
You is not bigger than TresGW; you is not bigger than the Bueno Club; Amigo,” Malo sighs, a smile dancing on his face, “you is not bigger than Malo.
Don’t look down, amigo, that first step is a doozy!”
“Madre de dios, Malo is going to has to get to the point quickly this week, amigos!” He sits up a little straighter, his hands rising to his mask as he straightens and smooths the black fabric, which looks even darker against his alabaster skin and ginger facial hair.
“So the Bueno Club,” he begins with a grin, “we is doing very well here in the TresGW, ¡si!, and as much noise as Malo is hearing, I is knowing that peoples is noticing what me and mi amigo, Pedro, has been doing here since the first days.
While the other peoples, they is making lots of noise and beating their chests and measuring their pee-pees, Malo y Pedro has been racking up the victories all quiet like” he purrs.
“Malo has listened to all the silly talk week after week – it makes for the great way to pass the time in the bathroom. This week, Malo, he made the mistake, though, of trying to listen to what his opponent is saying.
I is not saying that Señor Gold was the cause of Malo’s abdominal distress, but he is certainly not helping it.
Malo, he is trying to never listen to the things his opponents is saying before the match. Usually,” he smiles, “it is more funny to hear their grande plans for Malo after he is pinning them to the mat for the uno, dos y tres.
You, señor, you seems to be taking the cake with how you is seeing the world. Si, you is winning two weeks ago against mi partner, Pedro; but Malo, he is winning against your partner Señoritta Star. That makes this evens stevens between the Bueno Club y the Gold Star Connection.
Pedro, he and Malo is having a little bet on the side – you see,” he smirks, “this week we is going to see which of us can pinpoint the weak links in your team. Pedro, he thinks that it is your little señoritta partner – but not Malo. No,” he says, his head shaking slowly as the smirk broadens into a smile, “no, Malo thinks that the weak link is you, amigo. Sure, you has the ‘look’ and you has the ‘talent’,” he concedes with a shrug and half-hearted air quotation marks, “but in the ends, it will be your attitude, señor, that brings your team down. Señoritta Star? She may be as green as the salsa verde in mi refrigerator, but at least she is coachable …she has the chance at becoming something greater than the sum of her current flaws.
But you,” he scoffs, “amigo, it might be too late for you. Malo has seen chicos like you all across the country and it is always the same story; lots of this,” he pantomimes talking with his free hand, “but not enough of this,” he pinches his fingers together, pressing them tight and silencing the ‘talk’. “You is blessed with gifts, we is seeing this, but the higher you is climbing up onto that high horse of yours, amigo, the farther down you is going to be falling.
Where is you going to go when this happens though, I is wondering, because,” he shrugs, “what is the ‘undefeated’ going to has to hang his hat on after this week? Señor Gold, the ‘nearly undefeated’? Señor Gold, the ‘I is wishing that I is thinking up the more clever nicknames when I is signing mi TresGW contract’?
Si, that last one might be a bit long but you is seeing Malo’s point. Amigo, you has set yourself up to fail and Malo,” he grins, perhaps a bit too wickedly, “is more than happy to be the mans to give you that little nudge that you need.
Two weeks, amigo,” he continues, holding up a pair of fingers, “come find Malo in two weeks and we can have a chat about how I is bursting that goose egg that’s just sitting there in your loss column. Come and talk to Malo about how you is feeling about your tarnished record, about how that numero uno marred an otherwise exemplary start in this company. Come talk to Malo, amigo – because I is not thinking that anyone else with care.
You is not bigger than TresGW; you is not bigger than the Bueno Club; Amigo,” Malo sighs, a smile dancing on his face, “you is not bigger than Malo.
Don’t look down, amigo, that first step is a doozy!”
