Post by tigermaskred on May 30, 2016 1:33:29 GMT
(Backstage at Chapter Dos: Thundercunt)
Holding his head in his hands, Tiger Mask Red sits on a chair. His wife and manager, Charlotte O’Neal, stands to the side as a doctor examines him following his match with Avery Miles III and the beating he took at the hands of Sam Washington and the America Ultras.
“I would really like you to reconsider Mr., err, Red and allow me to take your mask off so I can examine your injuries better,” the doctor protests.
“Not here, Doc. Not where any cupcake can come along and see who I really am. Just give me a couple of minutes and I’ll come find you somewhere private, I just need a couple of minutes to regain my composure.”
The doctor turns to Charlotte, but she simply shrugs her shoulders. She knows her husband too well; you can’t force him to do anything that he’s not willing to do. Exasperated, the doctor storms off, complaining about how thick headed masked wrestlers are.
A camera crew takes this opportunity to swoop in. Charlotte sighs as she sees them coming and bends down to whisper something in Tiger’s ear. He whispers something back and she moves to intercept the them.
“He’ll talk with you for just a few minutes, then you need to give him space. If you push him too far, I can’t guarantee your safety.”
Well aware of her husband’s reputation from other companies, the reporter and his crew don’t question what she means by that. Sometimes it’s better to leave those doors closed rather than open them. She allows them to approach him to begin the interview.
“Pardon me, Tiger Mask Red” the reporter says, “I was hoping to get some comments.”
“Avery was the better man tonight,” Tiger replies, deadpan, “I’ve got nothing but respect for him and hope we’ll face each other again soon. As for Washington, tell Dragon that I want him at Chapter Tres, I don’t care what kind of match, I don’t care if I have to face him and all his goons at once. I will not be satisfied until I feel his blood on my hands after what he did tonight. That’s it, now get the fuck away from me.”
Charlotte goes to usher them away but the reporter isn’t done.
“Pardon me though,” he says, “but Sam Washington has already been booked to face Avery Miles III at ‘Too Many Gringos’ and you’ve been put in a qualifying match for the Rey de Reyes Tournament, but if you win it there’s a good chance that you’ll face Washington in the next round.”
“Fine then, I guess I’ll have to take out some of my frustrations on them. So, Mr. Reporter Man, who am I facing?”
The reporter looks nervously at his crew and then at Charlotte O’Neal. She gasps as she realizes who he’s about to say and urges the crew to take a few more steps back and waves at the security guards standing close by to be ready, just in case, and then nods at the reporter to speak.
“Ummm, you’re facing Holly Guacamole.”
“WHAT!”
Despite the obvious pain he’s in, Tiger Mask Red, leaps to his feet and charges the camera crew. The security guards quickly grab a hold of him before he can hurt them and start dragging him away.
“Dragon, you son of a bitch,” he yells, “making me face my own sister! What kind of sick prick are you? I’ll get you for this!”
He screams more as he’s quickly ushered away, with the doctor closely behind. Charlotte can only turn to the camera crew and shrug her shoulders.
“This was probably not the best time to tell him that,” she tells them, “I wouldn’t worry too much, once he’s had a chance to cool down he should be fine.”
She turns and rushes off to catch up with her husband, but the camera crew catches one last remark before she disappears.
“I hope we’re getting a big bonus for that match. This is going to make family dinners really awkward for a while.”
***
“Hey Frank, it’s Eli. Where the fuck are you man? Maybe you were right about this place. Damn it, Deezy, call me back!”
***
Tiger Mask Red is sitting in a big leather chair, looking at a framed picture in his hands. Charlotte stands behind him and looks on as he addresses the camera.
“Do you remember when we were kids, Holly Bear? We would watch lucha libre on the tv in the Embassy and afterward we would throw the couch cushions on the floor and wrestle. Of course, I always had to be my favorite luchadore, Nirvana. We did that for years, until our dear ol’ dad decide that it wasn’t appropriate for a ‘lady’ such as yourself to do that anymore.”
He chuckles sadly for a moment before handing the picture to Charlotte and looking staring at the camera.
“It’s no secret, our dad always like you more than me. Not that I really cared, I’ve hated him for so long I don’t remember the last time his opinion mattered to me, but I did miss that closeness that you and I used to have. It felt like he placed a wedge between us and for a long time there it felt like there was nothing that would repair our relationship.
“The years passed, I decided to become a wrestler, while Dad did everything to try to tame you, his wild child of a daughter. After some of my fellow students in Mexico tried to kill me, I flew off to Japan with my mentor. I didn’t think I was ever going to return, but I did, only to have become something else; to have become someone else.
“I was insane there for a little while and it was then that Dad decided that it would be best to send Charlie,” grabbing his wife’s hand, “to come keep an eye on me and sent you with her; hoping that somehow we would be able to control you better than he and all his considerable resources ever had. At first, I wasn’t pleased to see you; I was very hostile towards you in fact, trying once or twice to try to cut your heart out with a spoon.”
He shakes his head and laughs as he throws his hands up in the air and shrugs.
“My only defense was that I wasn’t in my right mind then, but over time, as I regained my sanity, we found our relationship begin to heal and become stronger than it been. Then you and I began training together, first with Brute, but later with Frank “D.C.” Wiland at his wrestle school. You have become a better wrestler than I ever thought you would over the last year and I want you to know that I’m proud of you and that I love you.”
He stands up and walk closer to the camera.
“I apologize to all our fans out there if I’ve bored you but I felt it was important to reveal all this because you, Holly, and I are scheduled to face off at ‘Too Many Gringos’ in a Rey de Reyes tournament match. To my knowledge, this will be the first ever brother vs sister match in the history of lucha libre and I would be lying if I said that I was excited to participate because after working so hard over the last few months to repair our relationship, it feels like the very business that we make a living in is trying to rip us apart.
“Now at first I was furious at Chaos Dragon and the booking committee at GOL for signing this match but my opinion has cooled somewhat since then. I can’t blame them for wanting to exploit us. They’ve put us in the main event, for Christ’s sake! I mean think of the ratings this will do for them with us closing the show and I know that Charlotte has been working hard to ensure that we both get a bigger chunk of the action for us, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it.
“Holly, I listened to what you had to say a few days ago. It’s obvious that unlike me, you are going into this match with no hesitations. You’ve even stated that you will have no problem exploiting mu feelings to get the win for yourself and move on to the next round. That’s what I’ve always admired about you, that never say die attitude of yours, so for your sake, I’m going to take this match very serious.
“Make no mistake, Holly. I’m not going to go easy on you. I know, more than anyone else, know what you’re capable of. I’ve taught and molded you in recent months, and while I know that Brute has been able to give you a lot of insight from his own career, it was me that really impacted your style in the ring. I know it’s going to sound cliché, but while I’ve taught you everything you know, I haven’t taught you everything I know. That’s not an insult, that’s a damn fact of life.
“So expect one last wrestling lesson, Little Sister, because you’re about to have the biggest match of your career, and just like all those matches that you and I had as kids, you are going to lose. I don’t need a Frog Splash or Tiger Suplex to put you away; from the moment our match begins I will go for every pin fall attempt that I have to because it doesn’t matter if I have to beat you with a School Boy or Small Package or even a Power Bomb, I will beat you.
“Good luck, Holly Bear, and know that your big brother loves you. Welcome to the jungle!”
Holding his head in his hands, Tiger Mask Red sits on a chair. His wife and manager, Charlotte O’Neal, stands to the side as a doctor examines him following his match with Avery Miles III and the beating he took at the hands of Sam Washington and the America Ultras.
“I would really like you to reconsider Mr., err, Red and allow me to take your mask off so I can examine your injuries better,” the doctor protests.
“Not here, Doc. Not where any cupcake can come along and see who I really am. Just give me a couple of minutes and I’ll come find you somewhere private, I just need a couple of minutes to regain my composure.”
The doctor turns to Charlotte, but she simply shrugs her shoulders. She knows her husband too well; you can’t force him to do anything that he’s not willing to do. Exasperated, the doctor storms off, complaining about how thick headed masked wrestlers are.
A camera crew takes this opportunity to swoop in. Charlotte sighs as she sees them coming and bends down to whisper something in Tiger’s ear. He whispers something back and she moves to intercept the them.
“He’ll talk with you for just a few minutes, then you need to give him space. If you push him too far, I can’t guarantee your safety.”
Well aware of her husband’s reputation from other companies, the reporter and his crew don’t question what she means by that. Sometimes it’s better to leave those doors closed rather than open them. She allows them to approach him to begin the interview.
“Pardon me, Tiger Mask Red” the reporter says, “I was hoping to get some comments.”
“Avery was the better man tonight,” Tiger replies, deadpan, “I’ve got nothing but respect for him and hope we’ll face each other again soon. As for Washington, tell Dragon that I want him at Chapter Tres, I don’t care what kind of match, I don’t care if I have to face him and all his goons at once. I will not be satisfied until I feel his blood on my hands after what he did tonight. That’s it, now get the fuck away from me.”
Charlotte goes to usher them away but the reporter isn’t done.
“Pardon me though,” he says, “but Sam Washington has already been booked to face Avery Miles III at ‘Too Many Gringos’ and you’ve been put in a qualifying match for the Rey de Reyes Tournament, but if you win it there’s a good chance that you’ll face Washington in the next round.”
“Fine then, I guess I’ll have to take out some of my frustrations on them. So, Mr. Reporter Man, who am I facing?”
The reporter looks nervously at his crew and then at Charlotte O’Neal. She gasps as she realizes who he’s about to say and urges the crew to take a few more steps back and waves at the security guards standing close by to be ready, just in case, and then nods at the reporter to speak.
“Ummm, you’re facing Holly Guacamole.”
“WHAT!”
Despite the obvious pain he’s in, Tiger Mask Red, leaps to his feet and charges the camera crew. The security guards quickly grab a hold of him before he can hurt them and start dragging him away.
“Dragon, you son of a bitch,” he yells, “making me face my own sister! What kind of sick prick are you? I’ll get you for this!”
He screams more as he’s quickly ushered away, with the doctor closely behind. Charlotte can only turn to the camera crew and shrug her shoulders.
“This was probably not the best time to tell him that,” she tells them, “I wouldn’t worry too much, once he’s had a chance to cool down he should be fine.”
She turns and rushes off to catch up with her husband, but the camera crew catches one last remark before she disappears.
“I hope we’re getting a big bonus for that match. This is going to make family dinners really awkward for a while.”
***
“Hey Frank, it’s Eli. Where the fuck are you man? Maybe you were right about this place. Damn it, Deezy, call me back!”
***
Tiger Mask Red is sitting in a big leather chair, looking at a framed picture in his hands. Charlotte stands behind him and looks on as he addresses the camera.
“Do you remember when we were kids, Holly Bear? We would watch lucha libre on the tv in the Embassy and afterward we would throw the couch cushions on the floor and wrestle. Of course, I always had to be my favorite luchadore, Nirvana. We did that for years, until our dear ol’ dad decide that it wasn’t appropriate for a ‘lady’ such as yourself to do that anymore.”
He chuckles sadly for a moment before handing the picture to Charlotte and looking staring at the camera.
“It’s no secret, our dad always like you more than me. Not that I really cared, I’ve hated him for so long I don’t remember the last time his opinion mattered to me, but I did miss that closeness that you and I used to have. It felt like he placed a wedge between us and for a long time there it felt like there was nothing that would repair our relationship.
“The years passed, I decided to become a wrestler, while Dad did everything to try to tame you, his wild child of a daughter. After some of my fellow students in Mexico tried to kill me, I flew off to Japan with my mentor. I didn’t think I was ever going to return, but I did, only to have become something else; to have become someone else.
“I was insane there for a little while and it was then that Dad decided that it would be best to send Charlie,” grabbing his wife’s hand, “to come keep an eye on me and sent you with her; hoping that somehow we would be able to control you better than he and all his considerable resources ever had. At first, I wasn’t pleased to see you; I was very hostile towards you in fact, trying once or twice to try to cut your heart out with a spoon.”
He shakes his head and laughs as he throws his hands up in the air and shrugs.
“My only defense was that I wasn’t in my right mind then, but over time, as I regained my sanity, we found our relationship begin to heal and become stronger than it been. Then you and I began training together, first with Brute, but later with Frank “D.C.” Wiland at his wrestle school. You have become a better wrestler than I ever thought you would over the last year and I want you to know that I’m proud of you and that I love you.”
He stands up and walk closer to the camera.
“I apologize to all our fans out there if I’ve bored you but I felt it was important to reveal all this because you, Holly, and I are scheduled to face off at ‘Too Many Gringos’ in a Rey de Reyes tournament match. To my knowledge, this will be the first ever brother vs sister match in the history of lucha libre and I would be lying if I said that I was excited to participate because after working so hard over the last few months to repair our relationship, it feels like the very business that we make a living in is trying to rip us apart.
“Now at first I was furious at Chaos Dragon and the booking committee at GOL for signing this match but my opinion has cooled somewhat since then. I can’t blame them for wanting to exploit us. They’ve put us in the main event, for Christ’s sake! I mean think of the ratings this will do for them with us closing the show and I know that Charlotte has been working hard to ensure that we both get a bigger chunk of the action for us, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it.
“Holly, I listened to what you had to say a few days ago. It’s obvious that unlike me, you are going into this match with no hesitations. You’ve even stated that you will have no problem exploiting mu feelings to get the win for yourself and move on to the next round. That’s what I’ve always admired about you, that never say die attitude of yours, so for your sake, I’m going to take this match very serious.
“Make no mistake, Holly. I’m not going to go easy on you. I know, more than anyone else, know what you’re capable of. I’ve taught and molded you in recent months, and while I know that Brute has been able to give you a lot of insight from his own career, it was me that really impacted your style in the ring. I know it’s going to sound cliché, but while I’ve taught you everything you know, I haven’t taught you everything I know. That’s not an insult, that’s a damn fact of life.
“So expect one last wrestling lesson, Little Sister, because you’re about to have the biggest match of your career, and just like all those matches that you and I had as kids, you are going to lose. I don’t need a Frog Splash or Tiger Suplex to put you away; from the moment our match begins I will go for every pin fall attempt that I have to because it doesn’t matter if I have to beat you with a School Boy or Small Package or even a Power Bomb, I will beat you.
“Good luck, Holly Bear, and know that your big brother loves you. Welcome to the jungle!”