Pedro Gonzales: By Any Means.
Jan 10, 2017 11:26:45 GMT -5
Post by Anna on Jan 10, 2017 11:26:45 GMT -5
In the streets of Los Angeles, things are busy. Of course, that's stating the obvious. But isn't everything kinda obvious? And what's with that lump on your neck? Seriously, get it tested or something. At least lance the the bitch. Damn.
"I'm not the type of guy who believes in the whole new year, new me thing."
Oh, hey! It's Pedro. He's leaning on a wall like a bad ass and unlike whoever the fuck does Macy Dover's gear, he knows what colors are. It's a good thing he doesn't wear yellow though. It just looks odd on him.
"Just because a few numbers have changed doesn't make you change. I can, however, see the appeal in the thought. The turning of a page causes people to reevaluate, to learn from their mistakes, and swear to do better. Most tend to forget this after a week, remembering only as the countdown begins again.
Another myth that people like to spout around this point telling others that it will be the Year of the Insert Last Name or Nickname of Wrestler Here. That's even more ridiculous, especially in our line of work where you can get dropped on your head and end up in a wheelchair the moment the bell rings. Or maybe you'll have a brain aneurysm burst suddenly and end up dead.
So I'm not going to stand here and spout any kind of crap about 2017 being my year. I'm not going to make any resolutions. I'm not going to make any promises."
A beat.
"But I am going to embrace the spirit all the same.
I could whine and cry about the loss to the Gold Star Connection. I'm not going to. Honestly, I've obsessed over that enough over the past few weeks, I have gotten sick of seeing their faces. So to hell with them and their mothers. I could easily, and some would say deservingly so, drag Malo through the mud about the whole debacle.
But he can drag himself through it. I'm not going to take half a year off, worry myself nearly to the point of committing suicide, make a big hype about a comeback, and get my brains beat out within seconds. In fact, maybe I've been too reclusive. The toddlers can do what they will. The masked men can do what they need to. I'm here to fight and it starts with the Bulldover."
Of course, he pretty much knows that Layla Star is near the point of character death. But unfortunately, this isn't one of my uber kayfabe breaking characters so Pedro plays dumb for the sake of DA WALL. He shakes his head.
"That's still a stupid name."
I know I keep saying that. I'm almost sorry.
"I understand the symbolism. Comparing yourself to a machine that can demolish buildings and bury the remains sounds intimidating and oh, I'll just add my name in there to hammer the point home. Never mind that in the beginning, it was you that was getting demolished and getting buried. And for somebody that was supposed to be this huuuuge deal coming into 3GW, that must've be painful. It took you a while to gain anything resembling a stride. Yet you’ve accomplished it. To deny that would be foolish."
And while I can make him a fool in many ways, I can at least attempt to make him aware of some stuff.
"But the truth of the matter is it doesn't matter how hard you hit me. I can fly through the air and I can slither through the rocks. I can play nice and I can harm you. I can bring wisdom and I can turn my opponents into sacrifices. And at this moment, Señorita Dover, that is all you are to me. A body waiting to bleed at my alter.
All I have to do is give the order. I could've given the order months ago against anybody. But I keep holding myself back because even though I know deep down in my heart that I am a beast of dualities, my humanity cannot fathom how to be such without seeming like a complete hypocrite!"
Not gonna lie. That is the entire snafu of my thought process. But screw it.
"Though that's the thing, isn't it? If you analyze a person long enough, you realize that they contradict themselves without really knowing it. Maybe I need to stop holding myself back. Maybe when I enter that ring, I shouldn't be nice. And you seem like the right person to push me to the edge. I say that because it's clear you have a chip on your shoulder, Señorita. You, in your own way, want what I want deep down.
You want to be the best. So do I.
By any means."
"I'm not the type of guy who believes in the whole new year, new me thing."
Oh, hey! It's Pedro. He's leaning on a wall like a bad ass and unlike whoever the fuck does Macy Dover's gear, he knows what colors are. It's a good thing he doesn't wear yellow though. It just looks odd on him.
"Just because a few numbers have changed doesn't make you change. I can, however, see the appeal in the thought. The turning of a page causes people to reevaluate, to learn from their mistakes, and swear to do better. Most tend to forget this after a week, remembering only as the countdown begins again.
Another myth that people like to spout around this point telling others that it will be the Year of the Insert Last Name or Nickname of Wrestler Here. That's even more ridiculous, especially in our line of work where you can get dropped on your head and end up in a wheelchair the moment the bell rings. Or maybe you'll have a brain aneurysm burst suddenly and end up dead.
So I'm not going to stand here and spout any kind of crap about 2017 being my year. I'm not going to make any resolutions. I'm not going to make any promises."
A beat.
"But I am going to embrace the spirit all the same.
I could whine and cry about the loss to the Gold Star Connection. I'm not going to. Honestly, I've obsessed over that enough over the past few weeks, I have gotten sick of seeing their faces. So to hell with them and their mothers. I could easily, and some would say deservingly so, drag Malo through the mud about the whole debacle.
But he can drag himself through it. I'm not going to take half a year off, worry myself nearly to the point of committing suicide, make a big hype about a comeback, and get my brains beat out within seconds. In fact, maybe I've been too reclusive. The toddlers can do what they will. The masked men can do what they need to. I'm here to fight and it starts with the Bulldover."
Of course, he pretty much knows that Layla Star is near the point of character death. But unfortunately, this isn't one of my uber kayfabe breaking characters so Pedro plays dumb for the sake of DA WALL. He shakes his head.
"That's still a stupid name."
I know I keep saying that. I'm almost sorry.
"I understand the symbolism. Comparing yourself to a machine that can demolish buildings and bury the remains sounds intimidating and oh, I'll just add my name in there to hammer the point home. Never mind that in the beginning, it was you that was getting demolished and getting buried. And for somebody that was supposed to be this huuuuge deal coming into 3GW, that must've be painful. It took you a while to gain anything resembling a stride. Yet you’ve accomplished it. To deny that would be foolish."
And while I can make him a fool in many ways, I can at least attempt to make him aware of some stuff.
"But the truth of the matter is it doesn't matter how hard you hit me. I can fly through the air and I can slither through the rocks. I can play nice and I can harm you. I can bring wisdom and I can turn my opponents into sacrifices. And at this moment, Señorita Dover, that is all you are to me. A body waiting to bleed at my alter.
All I have to do is give the order. I could've given the order months ago against anybody. But I keep holding myself back because even though I know deep down in my heart that I am a beast of dualities, my humanity cannot fathom how to be such without seeming like a complete hypocrite!"
Not gonna lie. That is the entire snafu of my thought process. But screw it.
"Though that's the thing, isn't it? If you analyze a person long enough, you realize that they contradict themselves without really knowing it. Maybe I need to stop holding myself back. Maybe when I enter that ring, I shouldn't be nice. And you seem like the right person to push me to the edge. I say that because it's clear you have a chip on your shoulder, Señorita. You, in your own way, want what I want deep down.
You want to be the best. So do I.
By any means."