Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 20:47:39 GMT
I turn the camera on, check the focus, the angle, make sure everything's okay.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and put the mask on.
Boy, it's heavy.
So heavy.
I want to just rip it out, throw it away, just get rid of it. Forget it exists.
But I can't.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
'Tiger Mask..on Cinco de Mayo...this ends. One way or another, this ends. Is too long to still be fighting.'
I pat the belt on my shoulder, try to look confident, sound confident, while my conscience screams for release.
'At Rotisserie Rumble...you want this...but you know you can't get. You see when match is going on that you can't get. So you go for mask. But you no get that neither. You burn mask, I have to go to hospital, but at the end...still here. Still Champion. And still wearing mask.'
Keep going, Jay. You got this, bro. Hang in there. Don't break down.
'So you try again. Mexican deathmatch. In front of Mexican crowd. In Tijuana. You no think about this, do you, Tiger? You no stop and think maybe is bad idea to challenge luchador for deathmatch in Mexico. That maybe peoples in Mexico is want to cheer for me, an' not you. Like when peoples in Canada cheer for you an' not me. Well, now is same thing, but other way round. Now peoples is cheering for me, an' you are one getting boos.'
That's it bro. Keep it together. You got this.
'But more than that, Tiger...is mask versus mask. Is lucha de apuestas, I no lose lucha de apuestas in Mexico. Is embarrassing for luchador. Is embarrassing for me. So Tiger...sorry to be saying...you burn mask...but you no take.'
Good work, buddy. Keep it up.
'No, Tiger, at Cinco de Mayo, in Mexican arena, in front of Mexican fans, Mexican luchador is winning deathmatch. You can do whatever you want. You throw fireball at me again. You hit me with chair, table, soquera, kitchen sink, anything. No matter. I get up. I keep going. I keep going until I reach goal. I keep going until I have mask. Your mask. No matter if I no walk no more. No matter if I no stand up no more. I go down, but when I go down, I have your mask in my hand.'
Just a little longer, Jason. Then you're home free. Hang in there, buddy.
'Tiger Mask..on Cinco de Mayo...this ends. One way or another, this ends. One way or another...'
Jason!
Don't break down!
Don't break down!
'...one way or another...'
Keep it together, dude. Keep. It. Together!!!
'...one way or another, truth is coming out.'
I barely have time to make it to the camera and press the 'off' button before I break down and cry from anguish.
Final Word Count: 483
Final Word Count: 483