Post by helenanoir on Nov 25, 2016 21:38:16 GMT
"Clowns. I sincerely hate them."
Pedro, as Helena calls him, takes his eyes off the road to look at the Queen Of Pain sitting in the backseat of his cab on the never too short route from the airport to the Arena known as Labyrinth.
"Those payasos are nasty! I saw what they did to you at Dia De Los Muertos!"
A horn honking gets his attention back to the street, just in time for him to push his foot deep down on the brake pedal and avoid disaster. A truck slowly cross the street a few inches away from the taxi, which stopped way after the stop line. The driver takes the chance to pull down his window and enlist a long series of racial insults that would make Sam Washington proud towards the poor Pedro.
"Damnit man! I'd like to make it to the Labyrinth in one piece if you don't mind!"
"Perdoname Reina..."
"Whatever. Anyway, I was talking about a different kind of clowns. People like Mohammed Al Thani, my opponent for tonight. His betrayal at the World Cup is enough of a good reason to beat his sorry ass back to the desert he came out from, but the guy didn't stop there. He just had to keep spitting his poison on Julian, on this counry, on GOL. And I had no problem with that, no at all. Freedom of speech, first amendment and all that shit. But he made the mistake to call me out, to consider me a stepping stone on the Pearl Gladiator's path to Glory."
There's an obvious tone of mockery in her words.
"You see what he did to El Guapo, Miss Noir? He's not one you should take lightly."
"I won't. But still, I'm not worried. I can beat him on my worst day, and trust me, I'm feeling great tonight. His fiancèe should better page the best orthopedic her money can buy and send him to pick up whatever is left of Mohammed by the time I'm done with him. There's one thing I can't stand, and that's people messing with me and my career.
And stupids.
That makes two actually, but again you must be stupid to voluntarily stand in my way, so we're still back to one...
Mohammed signed his sentence the day he stabbed our team in the back. I'm surprised he made it past Julian, but I'm more than happy to be the one that make him pay for his betrayal."
"But what if the clown attacks you? That was one big hijo de puta, he was so scary I almost pissed... I mean mi hijo pissed his pants when he showed up at last show."
"You know what they say Pedro. The bigger they are..."
"The harder they fall jajaja!"
"I'm not scared by the clowns. I am going to call them out, I think they owe me and the fans an explanation. First, why are they so clichè? Evil clowns stopped being original in the eighties. I understand the recent outburst of lunatics dressed up to scare people in the middle of the street brought them back to the centre of public attention, but you are in an environment like GOL, with a neverending pool of creative masks you can fish from and the best you can come up with are fucking clowns? Seriously?
But most importantly, I will ask them why. Why they decided to mess with me, what's their agenda, who sent them and who's hiding behind those masks.
Of course, I'm not delusional, I don't expect to hear any answer from them. Mostly because they could have some hard times talking while trying not to choke on their own teeth."
The cab takes a right turn a bit too fast, considering how the wheels screeched as it enters the Labyrinth parking lot.
"Looks like our chat is over Pedro. Thanks for the ride."
She gets out from the car, preceded by the driver who quickly opens the truck and grabs Helena's luggage.
"Thank you"
Says the Queen Of Pain while paying the fare. Pedro quickly puts the money in his back pocket, handing out a "Reina Del Dolor" t-shirt to Helena.
"Can you sign this please? Por mi hijo..."
Helena looks at the t-shirt, back at the taxi driver and once again on the shirt, proceeding to sign it with a big smile on her face.
"Tell me, how old is he?"
"Seis anos..."
"Six years old?"
"Si senorita"
Helena unfolds the shirt holding it open wide.
"And he's what, 5'10'' and 250 lbs?"
The shirt is indeed way too big for a kid. More likely, it will fit perfectly someone the same size of Pedro. The man stares back at Helena in embarassment, now that his innocent deceit has been unveiled.
"See you next time!"
Says Helena tossing the T-Shirt back to the old man. Without losing her smile, she makes her way inside the Labyrinth.
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"Here we go. Chapter Seis, Mucha Lucha Senor. Make no mistake, I will bring a lot of fight to Mohammed Al Thani. So much actually that he will start consider changing his career to something less dangerous, like Camel Racing. In case you failed to notice it Mohammed, I don't like you. I never did.
Every time I walk into the Labyriinth, you do nothing but give me more reasons to genuinely hate you. Tonight is all about revenge. For the World Cup. For Julian. For all the GOL fans you keep disrespecting every time you open that damn hole.
I am no saint, I am no role model, I'm far from being the good girl you want your son or daughter to date. I am a bitch, with a very loose sense of morality myself, so I'm not really one who should judge people.
But even from my low standards for what's good and bad, your actions are unforgivable.
Tonight, I'm your judge, your jury and your executioner. And you already know the verdict.
Your only chance to escape it, is with an help from the clowns.
Ironic, isn't it?
You, one who looks down to everyone from a pedestal built of arrogance and self entitlement, who acts like he's God's or Allah's gift to the world, has to put all his hopes into a bunch of jokers if he wants to avoid a defeat against a woman. I don't want to walk on that minefield that is your religion and culture here, but I seem to remember you don't consider women peer to men, right?
In this case, you're right. I'm not your peer, I am superior. I am above you Mohammed, realise it and save yourself an embarassment tonight. Wouldn't be a motive of shame for you to get your ass whooped by a lady?
And speaking of shame...
I get it, that's the reason why you guys hide behind clown's masks. You don't want your friends to recognize you when you fail whatever mission you signed up for. Since the moment you attacked me, you realized the mission was meant to file. What I don't get is why you moved a war against me?
You know better, there are dozens of less painful ways to commit suicide... You know that I will track you down, and no matter how much this will take, I will put you all down one after the other. I don't care how mamy of you are out there, it's my castle you attacked. And the Queen will strike back.
The Labyrinth is my Kingdom.
Send in the clowns."
Pedro, as Helena calls him, takes his eyes off the road to look at the Queen Of Pain sitting in the backseat of his cab on the never too short route from the airport to the Arena known as Labyrinth.
"Those payasos are nasty! I saw what they did to you at Dia De Los Muertos!"
A horn honking gets his attention back to the street, just in time for him to push his foot deep down on the brake pedal and avoid disaster. A truck slowly cross the street a few inches away from the taxi, which stopped way after the stop line. The driver takes the chance to pull down his window and enlist a long series of racial insults that would make Sam Washington proud towards the poor Pedro.
"Damnit man! I'd like to make it to the Labyrinth in one piece if you don't mind!"
"Perdoname Reina..."
"Whatever. Anyway, I was talking about a different kind of clowns. People like Mohammed Al Thani, my opponent for tonight. His betrayal at the World Cup is enough of a good reason to beat his sorry ass back to the desert he came out from, but the guy didn't stop there. He just had to keep spitting his poison on Julian, on this counry, on GOL. And I had no problem with that, no at all. Freedom of speech, first amendment and all that shit. But he made the mistake to call me out, to consider me a stepping stone on the Pearl Gladiator's path to Glory."
There's an obvious tone of mockery in her words.
"You see what he did to El Guapo, Miss Noir? He's not one you should take lightly."
"I won't. But still, I'm not worried. I can beat him on my worst day, and trust me, I'm feeling great tonight. His fiancèe should better page the best orthopedic her money can buy and send him to pick up whatever is left of Mohammed by the time I'm done with him. There's one thing I can't stand, and that's people messing with me and my career.
And stupids.
That makes two actually, but again you must be stupid to voluntarily stand in my way, so we're still back to one...
Mohammed signed his sentence the day he stabbed our team in the back. I'm surprised he made it past Julian, but I'm more than happy to be the one that make him pay for his betrayal."
"But what if the clown attacks you? That was one big hijo de puta, he was so scary I almost pissed... I mean mi hijo pissed his pants when he showed up at last show."
"You know what they say Pedro. The bigger they are..."
"The harder they fall jajaja!"
"I'm not scared by the clowns. I am going to call them out, I think they owe me and the fans an explanation. First, why are they so clichè? Evil clowns stopped being original in the eighties. I understand the recent outburst of lunatics dressed up to scare people in the middle of the street brought them back to the centre of public attention, but you are in an environment like GOL, with a neverending pool of creative masks you can fish from and the best you can come up with are fucking clowns? Seriously?
But most importantly, I will ask them why. Why they decided to mess with me, what's their agenda, who sent them and who's hiding behind those masks.
Of course, I'm not delusional, I don't expect to hear any answer from them. Mostly because they could have some hard times talking while trying not to choke on their own teeth."
The cab takes a right turn a bit too fast, considering how the wheels screeched as it enters the Labyrinth parking lot.
"Looks like our chat is over Pedro. Thanks for the ride."
She gets out from the car, preceded by the driver who quickly opens the truck and grabs Helena's luggage.
"Thank you"
Says the Queen Of Pain while paying the fare. Pedro quickly puts the money in his back pocket, handing out a "Reina Del Dolor" t-shirt to Helena.
"Can you sign this please? Por mi hijo..."
Helena looks at the t-shirt, back at the taxi driver and once again on the shirt, proceeding to sign it with a big smile on her face.
"Tell me, how old is he?"
"Seis anos..."
"Six years old?"
"Si senorita"
Helena unfolds the shirt holding it open wide.
"And he's what, 5'10'' and 250 lbs?"
The shirt is indeed way too big for a kid. More likely, it will fit perfectly someone the same size of Pedro. The man stares back at Helena in embarassment, now that his innocent deceit has been unveiled.
"See you next time!"
Says Helena tossing the T-Shirt back to the old man. Without losing her smile, she makes her way inside the Labyrinth.
=========================================================================
"Here we go. Chapter Seis, Mucha Lucha Senor. Make no mistake, I will bring a lot of fight to Mohammed Al Thani. So much actually that he will start consider changing his career to something less dangerous, like Camel Racing. In case you failed to notice it Mohammed, I don't like you. I never did.
Every time I walk into the Labyriinth, you do nothing but give me more reasons to genuinely hate you. Tonight is all about revenge. For the World Cup. For Julian. For all the GOL fans you keep disrespecting every time you open that damn hole.
I am no saint, I am no role model, I'm far from being the good girl you want your son or daughter to date. I am a bitch, with a very loose sense of morality myself, so I'm not really one who should judge people.
But even from my low standards for what's good and bad, your actions are unforgivable.
Tonight, I'm your judge, your jury and your executioner. And you already know the verdict.
Your only chance to escape it, is with an help from the clowns.
Ironic, isn't it?
You, one who looks down to everyone from a pedestal built of arrogance and self entitlement, who acts like he's God's or Allah's gift to the world, has to put all his hopes into a bunch of jokers if he wants to avoid a defeat against a woman. I don't want to walk on that minefield that is your religion and culture here, but I seem to remember you don't consider women peer to men, right?
In this case, you're right. I'm not your peer, I am superior. I am above you Mohammed, realise it and save yourself an embarassment tonight. Wouldn't be a motive of shame for you to get your ass whooped by a lady?
And speaking of shame...
I get it, that's the reason why you guys hide behind clown's masks. You don't want your friends to recognize you when you fail whatever mission you signed up for. Since the moment you attacked me, you realized the mission was meant to file. What I don't get is why you moved a war against me?
You know better, there are dozens of less painful ways to commit suicide... You know that I will track you down, and no matter how much this will take, I will put you all down one after the other. I don't care how mamy of you are out there, it's my castle you attacked. And the Queen will strike back.
The Labyrinth is my Kingdom.
Send in the clowns."