Post by helenanoir on Dec 17, 2016 18:54:01 GMT
Staring at the walls covered with the masks of Luchaores who gave their everything to this sport is a very serious Helena Noir. She's completely absorbed in her thoughts, contemplating and visualizing all the history they transpire.
"I already said it, but I will tell you once again in case you missed it. I never took this Lucha things too seriously. I always thought they were just common wrestlers, wearing fancy masks and flying around the ring. If anything, I considered them plain dumb, pretenders who dress up to be someone they're not. I always had a rigorous approach to this business. No gimmick on my side, what you see is what you get. Cold hearted bitch or most loyal friends, that's always me. Why should I pretend to be a Diablo or a Santo, a Drago or a Serpiente? I am who I am, who I always wanted to be, with my flaws and my qualities. I don't need a mask to be loved or hated. Everyone is entitled to his opinion when it comes to me, I don't care that much to be honest.
But the moment I stepped into the Labyrinth, something changed. Not my perception on this whole thing, I still won't be a Luchadora Enmascarada, and I still don't get why someone whould want it. But rest assured, I RESPECT it. It's something I can't quite explain, a weird emotion I can feel in my guts everytime I stare at this wall. Chaos Dragon once refered at this as El Espirito De Lucha, he said it's what drives young men and women to give up a piece of their own to become someone else, making these masks much more than a piece of clothing used to disguise your true identity. More likely, it becomes an identity of its own, something people consider worthy fighing for, something they are ready to sacrifice themselves to protect, as if their life depends on it. Or, even better, like it's actually their own life.
Ain't this beautiful?
This is the main reason why I hate what you're doing Diaz. And save me the part when you tell me you're the boss. If you ever took 5 minutes to Google up my name, you would have noticed I have a long history of not giving a fuck about who's making the calls. Especially if they are scumbags like you.
You know, I initially thought those clowns were just here to make a statement, I thought they were trying to make a name for themselves clapping the wings of who's hands down the most dangerous woman in this company. And I could deal with it, I mean, everyone wants his fifteen minutes of fame and in this business, chances rarely get handed. You have to make the best with the hand you're dealt with,creating your own opportunities. And, oh lucky me, people tend to look at me as the perfect target for making an impact. So yeah, a couple of bozos messing with me wasn't a big deal, aside the red noses, I can safely say it was just another day at the job for me.
But the truth is so different Mr Diaz, isn't it? They are nothing but your tools to spit on everything that's sacred in Lucha. You brought your engine of chaos in the Labyrinth with the sole purpose to destroy this place, to deaden GOL into he usual boring, pathetic wrestling show because, in your words, that's best for business. Too bad that this business is decaying exactly because of that, because of brainless promoter fobbing off with the same old shit over and over again, just under a different banner.
With your money, you're poisoning the the very core of Lucha Libre. With your poor booking decisions, you're killing the the soul of this discipline. With your gang style approach, you're shitting on the memory of all these luchadores and luchadoras.
And I can't allow it.
I'm no longer alone, Diaz. My brother in arms, Big Boss Rosario is here, and so is one of the brightest talent that ever graced a wrestling ring, El Guapo Julian Tijierina.
I'm no longer fighting for myself. I'm fighting for Chaos Dragon. I'm fighting for all these names, hanging on this wall. I'm fighting for all the people in the Labyrinth, and those watching at home who won't let you turn this place into what they hate the most.
Mediocrity.
This is what you are, Diaz. A mediocre man, surrounded by yes-men with mediocre ideas.
I won't let you drag this place and all his history down the gutter.
You know what? After all, I don't think I'll be needing a mask to channel the Spirit of Lucha and stand up for what is right and honorable in this sport."
Fade.
"I already said it, but I will tell you once again in case you missed it. I never took this Lucha things too seriously. I always thought they were just common wrestlers, wearing fancy masks and flying around the ring. If anything, I considered them plain dumb, pretenders who dress up to be someone they're not. I always had a rigorous approach to this business. No gimmick on my side, what you see is what you get. Cold hearted bitch or most loyal friends, that's always me. Why should I pretend to be a Diablo or a Santo, a Drago or a Serpiente? I am who I am, who I always wanted to be, with my flaws and my qualities. I don't need a mask to be loved or hated. Everyone is entitled to his opinion when it comes to me, I don't care that much to be honest.
But the moment I stepped into the Labyrinth, something changed. Not my perception on this whole thing, I still won't be a Luchadora Enmascarada, and I still don't get why someone whould want it. But rest assured, I RESPECT it. It's something I can't quite explain, a weird emotion I can feel in my guts everytime I stare at this wall. Chaos Dragon once refered at this as El Espirito De Lucha, he said it's what drives young men and women to give up a piece of their own to become someone else, making these masks much more than a piece of clothing used to disguise your true identity. More likely, it becomes an identity of its own, something people consider worthy fighing for, something they are ready to sacrifice themselves to protect, as if their life depends on it. Or, even better, like it's actually their own life.
Ain't this beautiful?
This is the main reason why I hate what you're doing Diaz. And save me the part when you tell me you're the boss. If you ever took 5 minutes to Google up my name, you would have noticed I have a long history of not giving a fuck about who's making the calls. Especially if they are scumbags like you.
You know, I initially thought those clowns were just here to make a statement, I thought they were trying to make a name for themselves clapping the wings of who's hands down the most dangerous woman in this company. And I could deal with it, I mean, everyone wants his fifteen minutes of fame and in this business, chances rarely get handed. You have to make the best with the hand you're dealt with,creating your own opportunities. And, oh lucky me, people tend to look at me as the perfect target for making an impact. So yeah, a couple of bozos messing with me wasn't a big deal, aside the red noses, I can safely say it was just another day at the job for me.
But the truth is so different Mr Diaz, isn't it? They are nothing but your tools to spit on everything that's sacred in Lucha. You brought your engine of chaos in the Labyrinth with the sole purpose to destroy this place, to deaden GOL into he usual boring, pathetic wrestling show because, in your words, that's best for business. Too bad that this business is decaying exactly because of that, because of brainless promoter fobbing off with the same old shit over and over again, just under a different banner.
With your money, you're poisoning the the very core of Lucha Libre. With your poor booking decisions, you're killing the the soul of this discipline. With your gang style approach, you're shitting on the memory of all these luchadores and luchadoras.
And I can't allow it.
I'm no longer alone, Diaz. My brother in arms, Big Boss Rosario is here, and so is one of the brightest talent that ever graced a wrestling ring, El Guapo Julian Tijierina.
I'm no longer fighting for myself. I'm fighting for Chaos Dragon. I'm fighting for all these names, hanging on this wall. I'm fighting for all the people in the Labyrinth, and those watching at home who won't let you turn this place into what they hate the most.
Mediocrity.
This is what you are, Diaz. A mediocre man, surrounded by yes-men with mediocre ideas.
I won't let you drag this place and all his history down the gutter.
You know what? After all, I don't think I'll be needing a mask to channel the Spirit of Lucha and stand up for what is right and honorable in this sport."
Fade.