Post by Esquelito Maligno on Jan 23, 2010 0:23:43 GMT -5
"Damn, this fuckin' sucks, man..."
"Ay man, it's your own fault. You should've been more prepared, ese."
I look up at the man sitting in front of me in my locker room. I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he'd probably beat my ass for saying some shit like that to him. And besides he's right, it's my own fault.
Man: This isn't just any fed, 'Lito. This is R-E-W, ese. You gotta be at the top of your game every night, man.
Esquelito: Yeah well how was I supposed to know that, I don't watch these guys. I'm a luchador, this isn't my style. And Scotty didn't tell me I was gonna have a match the first night here, man.
Man: Oh so what, you gonna make excuses for every time you lose a match, is that it Esquelito?
Esquelito:No tio--
Man: Sshh! I told you, I'm just Eduardo here!
My uncle Eduardo glances around with this nervous look, the kind he gets when he sells somebody some bad oranges.
Esquelito: I mean, no Eduardo. It's just, these guys are good. And they're ruthless, and cutthroat. Everybody's out to get each other. My partner was a crazy man who says he kills dreams, tio!
Eduardo: Ay, calmate! EDUARDO, ese!
Esquelito: Oh yeah, sorry Eduardo.
Eduardo: Look... You can't get mad at these guys for playing their game. You gotta go out there and make them switch to your style.
I look at Eduardo as a smile creeps up on my face.
Esquelito: Hell yeah man, you're right! It's time I showed these fools the way of the luchador! Hey thanks Eduardo! And thanks again for telling Scotty about me, with all these big guys he's signed I don't know if he would taken me if you hadn't putten in a good word.
Eduardo: Yeah yeah, but be QUIET, ese! Can't let people know I'm your uncle they might think you're getting special treatment.
I look Eduardo up and down and laugh.
Esquelito: I don't think if anyone find out my uncle was a janitor at REW that they'd think I was getting special treatment, ese.
Eduardo glares at me and gets up, grabbing his mop and bucket as he leaves the room. I hear him mutter "Bendejo" quietly under his breath, and I smile. "I love you too, tio," I think to myself.
I then get up and leave my locker room and begin to roam the halls. Some of the guys from last week's show are still in Las Vegas, shooting dice and having fun, so there aren't many people around their locker rooms.
I pass by the locker room of Lil Money, and through the open door I can see doing sit-ups with his feet hanging out a window. I stop and stare at him, smiling through my mask. He glares at me from his upside down position, and then starts yapping at me, still doing sit-ups.
Money: Whatchu lookin' at, foo!? Something on yo mind?!
Esquelito: Not really, I just didn't realize REW had a built-in zoo. This... this is the monkey cage, right?
Lil Money's eyes get all big and he falls off the windowsill in surprise. He rolls over to his feet and I just stand there waiting for him to charge at me, I want to fight somebody. Then I see James Raven get up from a corner of the room, and Jaxson Kyzer suddenly appear from the other side. I then realize this is a very bad idea and smile and back away.
Esquelito: Oops, wrong cage. My bad, homes!
I then turn and start bookin' it down the hallway, the new team Dynasty in hot pursuit. I eventually turn a corner and dip into a shadow near a wall, my black luchador mask and dark clothes making me all camouflaged and shit, and they run right past me. I wait until the coast is clear and leave the shadows, walking back the way I came with my head looking over my shoulder. Which is how I then bump into another man. I turn around and yell at him.
Esquelito: Ay, watch it, ese!
Man: You bumped into [/i]me, freak.[/color]
I glare at him up and down and realize this man is the one known as Cloud Strife.
Esquelito: Ay, you're that guy beat up that big Blake Worship guy and that Aaron Holiday cat, aren't you?
Cloud smiles, clearly proud of himself.
Cloud: Oh, you saw that, did you? Yeah I thought I'd go out there and put those two in line, let everybody know that I'm back. How'd you like it?
Cloud smiles at me, and I smile a little back.
Esquelito: Actually I didn't. You fight with a sword, homie. That's kinda gay.
Cloud's smile disappears and is replaced with a look of pure anger.
Cloud: What'd you just say to me?
Esquelito: Say what, you deaf too, homes? I said that's gay, I don't stutter dawg.
Cloud: Okay, now that you've said your last words, give me one good reason not to kill you where you're standing.
Esquelito: Ay homes, I just call it like I see it. That Worship dude only had his homie bring his weapon 'cause that Holiday attacked him with one, so that's fair game. But you? You walk around with a sword everywhere you go, that's kinda homo, dawg. And you attacked two men with it when you weren't even supposed to be out there, and that's just not cool. You don't know what it means to fight with honor!
Cloud: How dare you!
Cloud reaches behind him and pulls out his giant sword. My eyes get big and in my head I'm thinking "Oh shit!" He swings for my head, but I duck forward and roll. I stop myself and do a quick push-up and throw my feet back, kicking Cloud right in his ass and he tumbles forward and falls on his face, 'cause he was all off-balance from swinging that big-ass sword and missing. I do a hand-stand and flip back onto my feet and turn around to smile at Cloud, and he gets up glaring at me. He starts to yell and rush at me, but a big hand comes down hard on his shoulder making him stop.
"I think that's enough."
Cloud turns around to see Blake Worship standing there, all banged up from his match a few days before but still looking ready to kick ass. Cloud, knowing this Blake guy means business and I guess not in the mood to fight his big black self, puts his sword back on his back and walks past me, his shoulder shoving me.
Esquelito: Ay, watch it, ese! And you must be Blake Worship, thanks homes.
Worship: No problem, though I wouldn't make it a habit to pick fights with guys like him. It's not good for your health.
Esquelito: It has to be good for my health, that's all I did back where I'm from, man. Pick fights. People underestimate the little guy, but I fight with honor homes. That's my advantage.
Worship: Yeah, well next time unless your advantage is an Uzi in your back pocket, I suggest you don't try that again. This place is nothing like where you're from, I don't have to have been there to know.
I look Blake up and down, no homo. He's tall, and his muscles are bigger than my freakin' head. And he's pretty fast too, from what I saw in the replays to his match. Former REW World Champ, Superstar of the Year and shit, and now he's #1 contender for the Intercontinental... I should be hanging with dudes like him.
Esquelito: Well you know more about this place than I do, why don't you show me the ropes big dawg! What do you think?
Blake just looks down at me with a curious look, and I smile up at him.
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