Post by Buck U Productions on Aug 27, 2015 21:12:08 GMT
(Scene: Darkened room. Someone sits on the floor; face shrouded in darkness. Before him on the floor lays the mask of El Tigre de Jengibre. It’s El Tigre himself, talking in a calm tone.)
ETJ: “Nirvana, I wanted to say a few words to you with no pretenses. Unlike so many others in Pollomania I actually have respect for you , so I’m here right now, no Holly, Charlie or Brute. Most importantly though, with no mask on.
“Nirvana, we’ve met before. Do you remember? It was several years ago, when I was a boy growing up in Mexico. Attending lucha libre matches was a shining light in what for me was otherwise a hellish existence. I used to wear a mask to the shows so the locals wouldn’t recognize me and I would be able to sit in amongst the fans, as opposed to my father’s private box which only brought me more ridicule and pain.
“That’s where I first saw you, Nirvana. You came in to wrestle the local champion, Cielo Guerrero. You absolutely crushed him. Needless to say, the crowd hated you. How dare a “gringo” come in wipe the floor with their champion, no matter how huge he was. I on the other hand was in awe. You were literally larger than life to a little boy who was made to feel so small.
”So I did something I rarely ever did then, and never at all now. I asked my father something. I wanted to meet you so badly and he took pity on me. He found out where you were staying and he brought me to see you.”
The unmasked El Tigre stopped to chuckle. It was a restrained sound compared to his normal insane laugh.
“You know how they say ‘never meet your heroes’? I’m glad I did. You actually shooed away a bunch young ladies when I came in. You were kind and generous with your time and took the time to answer all my questions and even signed an autograph for me. Did my father pass you a few pesos to make it worth your time? Honestly I don’t care. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.
“Fast forward until this morning, when Charlie brought me the news that I would be facing you in two weeks in Tijuana and I found those feeling come flooding back. On September 9th, I get to face my hero, the great Nirvana. I nearly wept for joy but then reality set in.
“You see, I know why this match was booked. The Pollos want to punish me for nearly burning the arena down in L.A. What better way to do that they put me in the ring with the colossal Nirvana.
“I don’t seek your pity. When I started down this path I knew there would be pain and suffering. Please bring all that you have because I certainly well.”
He puts the mask on.
“And good luck, you’ll need it.”
(500 words)
ETJ: “Nirvana, I wanted to say a few words to you with no pretenses. Unlike so many others in Pollomania I actually have respect for you , so I’m here right now, no Holly, Charlie or Brute. Most importantly though, with no mask on.
“Nirvana, we’ve met before. Do you remember? It was several years ago, when I was a boy growing up in Mexico. Attending lucha libre matches was a shining light in what for me was otherwise a hellish existence. I used to wear a mask to the shows so the locals wouldn’t recognize me and I would be able to sit in amongst the fans, as opposed to my father’s private box which only brought me more ridicule and pain.
“That’s where I first saw you, Nirvana. You came in to wrestle the local champion, Cielo Guerrero. You absolutely crushed him. Needless to say, the crowd hated you. How dare a “gringo” come in wipe the floor with their champion, no matter how huge he was. I on the other hand was in awe. You were literally larger than life to a little boy who was made to feel so small.
”So I did something I rarely ever did then, and never at all now. I asked my father something. I wanted to meet you so badly and he took pity on me. He found out where you were staying and he brought me to see you.”
The unmasked El Tigre stopped to chuckle. It was a restrained sound compared to his normal insane laugh.
“You know how they say ‘never meet your heroes’? I’m glad I did. You actually shooed away a bunch young ladies when I came in. You were kind and generous with your time and took the time to answer all my questions and even signed an autograph for me. Did my father pass you a few pesos to make it worth your time? Honestly I don’t care. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.
“Fast forward until this morning, when Charlie brought me the news that I would be facing you in two weeks in Tijuana and I found those feeling come flooding back. On September 9th, I get to face my hero, the great Nirvana. I nearly wept for joy but then reality set in.
“You see, I know why this match was booked. The Pollos want to punish me for nearly burning the arena down in L.A. What better way to do that they put me in the ring with the colossal Nirvana.
“I don’t seek your pity. When I started down this path I knew there would be pain and suffering. Please bring all that you have because I certainly well.”
He puts the mask on.
“And good luck, you’ll need it.”
(500 words)