Post by King Fuego on Mar 9, 2016 8:29:52 GMT
The day is humid and hot as hell in Mexico.
The evening brings about the mosquitoes who nip on the burnt skin of those around them as they swarm.
Over in a rundown gym in Tijuana title “Fuegos!” is one little guy who is beating the living hell out of a punchbag. He batters it with punches and kicks from all over the place as the sweat pours down off him like rain water.
“No…Surrender.”
With his face hidden from view, he clenches his fist and gives one loud roar before smashing it through the punchbag. Grains of sand pour from the holes all over the floor much to the disapproval of the gentlemen behind him.
“Now who is going to clean that up kid?”
The kid turns around to see the much older male and realises the mess he’s made.
“Sorry Dad. Ill clean it up right away!”
He grabs a brush and sweeps heavily but the father doesn’t want it done straight away and waves it off.
“No son, sit down with me on the ring apron. You need to hear this.”
The son drops the brush and goes over with his father to sit on the ring apron. He is curious about what his father has to say to him as his dad puts his arm around his shoulder.
“Now son, words can’t describe how proud I am you got this big break. I mean not only are you going to compete for a promotion endorsed by the disciples of lucha…..But you’re going to America!”
He pats his sons back who’s head visibly held high after hearing his fathers words.
“Thanks dad. It’s down to you that I have been able to do this!”
“No son…It’s down to you and your abilities to train hard on everything!”
“Soon they will hear the name Prince Fuego and tremble at their feet!”
“Yeah well about that.”
The father clicks his fingers and makes a motion for someone to come over. It is revealed to be the rest of the family. The mother is carrying a wrapped box over as they look like the father with delight in their eyes.
“What is all this?”
“We are all proud of you son!”
“Thanks mother!”
“You will knock them dead!”
“Thanks sister!”
They all shout more praise at him before handing over the wrapped blue box. As he goes to open it. His father places his hands on top of the box preventing him from doing so.
“Son….My time is over. Injuries meant my reign as King Fuego was over for a very long time. The fuego clan needs a king, and that isn’t me.”
The son starts to choke up at the suggestion of what may happen.
“You mean….”
“Yes son.”
The father makes a motion with his eyes to open the box. The son opens the box fast and his eyes glisten as the insides of the box appears to glow. The son’s smile can just be seen as wide open with the teeth brightened at the sight of the contents.
“It is time for you to take your place on the throne…As King!”
You see from behind the son slowly put the mask on and gradually turn around with the mask his father wore but with his own custom design considered for him.
“You are now baptised as King Fuego….The prince has become the ruler of fire. You will become fearless and the weapon of the flame will guide you!”
The father and son embrace with a heavy handshake on their forearms and butt their heads together.
“I will not let you down familia!”
His father smiles before shouting at the rooftops;
“Long Live the King!!”
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And so my fiery footprints into American soil begin.
The fortune tellers and my father who honourably handed over his title of King of the Fuego clan say the stars point out that it is my destiny to succeed all over North America.
Underneath this mask and all of the flames is a humble Mexican who look like everybody else dreams of living big. Dreams of making money to help the less fortunate amigos and familia. With dreams to be remembered by the name. That is what every single Luchador who walks into training in their early teens does.
They pick their mask and with it their identity and believe this is the face that’ll help clinch their dream.
I don’t know how but I have GOL to thank for giving me this opportunity. And they haven’t made it easy for me. Tiger Mask Red is a name well known in Lucha Libre. A name well known in other promotions. They have given me a tough start to see how I can handle myself here as a Luchador!
Tigre, it will be an honour amigo to square off with you. But don’t underestimate me like I am the new kid on the block that gets swung all over the place. You’re taller than me, larger than me. And you have had a hell of a lot of struggle in your lifetime for being a gringo amigo.
On paper people would say this would be a whitewash, but I am a King, and King’s don’t die that easy homie!
The red mask you possess will help cover the blood that seeps through your cuts by the time I am finished with kicking your head in! Because I have to make a name for myself and show this king is ready to ascend to the throne here at GOL!
So many luchadors and luchadoras have fallen through the hands of the immortal death. If he chooses to appear at chapter uno: he will soon see this King is not to be messed with.
I was born and raised in fire! My familia taught me how to love the feel of the stinging flame against your skin. Now I am immune! I was born a boy and became a prince of fire. Now I am a KING! I will not let my familia down by burning out in the background here in GOL!
Tigre. Best of luck and I do mean it. I am a king that was taught to give respect where it is required and to earn respect. I hope to earn your respect at chapter uno and soon the respect of every other competitor who enter GOL’s ring at every show!
The reign of Fire will commence at Chapter Uno. And with it, a King ascends!
The evening brings about the mosquitoes who nip on the burnt skin of those around them as they swarm.
Over in a rundown gym in Tijuana title “Fuegos!” is one little guy who is beating the living hell out of a punchbag. He batters it with punches and kicks from all over the place as the sweat pours down off him like rain water.
“No…Surrender.”
With his face hidden from view, he clenches his fist and gives one loud roar before smashing it through the punchbag. Grains of sand pour from the holes all over the floor much to the disapproval of the gentlemen behind him.
“Now who is going to clean that up kid?”
The kid turns around to see the much older male and realises the mess he’s made.
“Sorry Dad. Ill clean it up right away!”
He grabs a brush and sweeps heavily but the father doesn’t want it done straight away and waves it off.
“No son, sit down with me on the ring apron. You need to hear this.”
The son drops the brush and goes over with his father to sit on the ring apron. He is curious about what his father has to say to him as his dad puts his arm around his shoulder.
“Now son, words can’t describe how proud I am you got this big break. I mean not only are you going to compete for a promotion endorsed by the disciples of lucha…..But you’re going to America!”
He pats his sons back who’s head visibly held high after hearing his fathers words.
“Thanks dad. It’s down to you that I have been able to do this!”
“No son…It’s down to you and your abilities to train hard on everything!”
“Soon they will hear the name Prince Fuego and tremble at their feet!”
“Yeah well about that.”
The father clicks his fingers and makes a motion for someone to come over. It is revealed to be the rest of the family. The mother is carrying a wrapped box over as they look like the father with delight in their eyes.
“What is all this?”
“We are all proud of you son!”
“Thanks mother!”
“You will knock them dead!”
“Thanks sister!”
They all shout more praise at him before handing over the wrapped blue box. As he goes to open it. His father places his hands on top of the box preventing him from doing so.
“Son….My time is over. Injuries meant my reign as King Fuego was over for a very long time. The fuego clan needs a king, and that isn’t me.”
The son starts to choke up at the suggestion of what may happen.
“You mean….”
“Yes son.”
The father makes a motion with his eyes to open the box. The son opens the box fast and his eyes glisten as the insides of the box appears to glow. The son’s smile can just be seen as wide open with the teeth brightened at the sight of the contents.
“It is time for you to take your place on the throne…As King!”
You see from behind the son slowly put the mask on and gradually turn around with the mask his father wore but with his own custom design considered for him.
“You are now baptised as King Fuego….The prince has become the ruler of fire. You will become fearless and the weapon of the flame will guide you!”
The father and son embrace with a heavy handshake on their forearms and butt their heads together.
“I will not let you down familia!”
His father smiles before shouting at the rooftops;
“Long Live the King!!”
----------------------------------------
And so my fiery footprints into American soil begin.
The fortune tellers and my father who honourably handed over his title of King of the Fuego clan say the stars point out that it is my destiny to succeed all over North America.
Underneath this mask and all of the flames is a humble Mexican who look like everybody else dreams of living big. Dreams of making money to help the less fortunate amigos and familia. With dreams to be remembered by the name. That is what every single Luchador who walks into training in their early teens does.
They pick their mask and with it their identity and believe this is the face that’ll help clinch their dream.
I don’t know how but I have GOL to thank for giving me this opportunity. And they haven’t made it easy for me. Tiger Mask Red is a name well known in Lucha Libre. A name well known in other promotions. They have given me a tough start to see how I can handle myself here as a Luchador!
Tigre, it will be an honour amigo to square off with you. But don’t underestimate me like I am the new kid on the block that gets swung all over the place. You’re taller than me, larger than me. And you have had a hell of a lot of struggle in your lifetime for being a gringo amigo.
On paper people would say this would be a whitewash, but I am a King, and King’s don’t die that easy homie!
The red mask you possess will help cover the blood that seeps through your cuts by the time I am finished with kicking your head in! Because I have to make a name for myself and show this king is ready to ascend to the throne here at GOL!
So many luchadors and luchadoras have fallen through the hands of the immortal death. If he chooses to appear at chapter uno: he will soon see this King is not to be messed with.
I was born and raised in fire! My familia taught me how to love the feel of the stinging flame against your skin. Now I am immune! I was born a boy and became a prince of fire. Now I am a KING! I will not let my familia down by burning out in the background here in GOL!
Tigre. Best of luck and I do mean it. I am a king that was taught to give respect where it is required and to earn respect. I hope to earn your respect at chapter uno and soon the respect of every other competitor who enter GOL’s ring at every show!
The reign of Fire will commence at Chapter Uno. And with it, a King ascends!