Post by tigermaskred on Mar 14, 2016 0:36:27 GMT
A young red haired man and his wife relax in their spacious Dallas apartment. He’s messaging her feet while she’s on her tablet, checking out the website for Guerreros of Lucha. After several minutes, she lets out a sigh of disgust.
“I can’t believe the roster this company has put together so far,” she complains.
“Oh yeah? Who’ve they got so far?”
“Well for starters, there’s Sam Washington. The guy’s some sort of self-proclaimed all American protecting his country from foreign invaders.”
“So the guy’s a bigot. Doesn’t that describe half of the population of the United States?”
“It says here that he’s been known to stop Mexicans from crossing the border, and returning them in pretty rough shape.”
Her husband laughed and shook his head.
“So he’s a bit extreme. Something tells me he probably will think the same way about a Canadian living in Dallas.”
She keeps reading.
“Ugh, La Cucarcha’s there too!”
“What, the girl who thinks that she’s a cockroach?”
“Exactly! What kind of promotion is this? I hope they make sure she vaccinated!”
She continues looking over the roster page.
“Oh wow, D.C. Wilands!”
“What, he’s there too? Very interesting…”
He gently takes her feet off his lap and gets up to leave the room. He returns a few minutes later carrying an orange and black striped mask, which he puts on before speaking.
“So, Charlie,” Tiger Mask Red asks, “which of these cupcakes am I wrestling at their first show?”
Charlotte O’Neal skims through the page and comes to the run down for “Chapter One: The Rise of the Luchas”.
“It says here that you’re facing King Fuego.”
Tiger laughs as he sits back down and starts rubbing his wife’s feet again.
“No way, Fuego’s been retired for a while now. I remember watching him wrestling at Arena Mexico over ten years ago.”
“No, it’s his son; apparently he passed the mask down to him when he started his career.”
“Pity,” he said, as he began rubbing a sensitive spot on her left foot, “I would have loved to have gotten the chance to face him. I hope his son’s as talented as he was or this match will be a huge let down."
Charlotte only groaned in reply and he laughed at her reaction to having her foot rubbed. Yep, he was going to have fun conquering GOL.
“King Fuego, let me talk at you for a moment. I’m going to let you in on one of the worst kept secrets in professional wrestling today. See while I was born in Canada, I was raised in Mexico, my father working for the Canadian Embassy there, before eventually becoming the Ambassador. I ain’t going to bore you with the details, but suffice to I came to hate your stinking country but there was one thing about it that I loved, and that was lucha libre. I would attend every show I could, usually wearing a mask so the local kids didn’t beat me, and sit there entranced as these superheroes and villains kicked each other’s asses for our entertainment.
“One of those men I saw wrestle on many occasions was your father, the original King Fuego. Let me tell ya something, if you’re even half the fighter that he was, you’re going to have a great career. It’s just too bad that your first match here in GOL is against me.
“Ya see I don’t have anything against you; shoot, I don’t even know you. The fact of the matter is though; I’m El Tigre de Jengibre, Tiger Mask Red. If the name doesn’t mean much to you and the fans out there, it will soon enough. I didn’t come here to play second fiddle to anyone, especially someone who hasn’t truly earned his mask.
“See, you and I are more like than you think. A legend in our industry handed down his mask to me as well when he retired, but unlike you, I had to earn it by busting my ass in Japanese wrestling ring for over a year before he gave me mine. No one has ever handed me anything in this business; I had to take it all by force, and that’s what I plan to do when I make my GOL debut.
“So, Fuego, bring everything that you got, Cupcake. Bring your speed and all your flashing moves. I have no intention of underestimating you and I know it’s going to be a fight. In the end though, it’s not going to matter because I will be the one standing tall in victory. Meanwhile you’re just going be the first of many to fall at my feet on my path of destruction and glory; and that’s not an insult, that’s a fact of life.
“King Fuego! Welcome to the jungle!”
“I can’t believe the roster this company has put together so far,” she complains.
“Oh yeah? Who’ve they got so far?”
“Well for starters, there’s Sam Washington. The guy’s some sort of self-proclaimed all American protecting his country from foreign invaders.”
“So the guy’s a bigot. Doesn’t that describe half of the population of the United States?”
“It says here that he’s been known to stop Mexicans from crossing the border, and returning them in pretty rough shape.”
Her husband laughed and shook his head.
“So he’s a bit extreme. Something tells me he probably will think the same way about a Canadian living in Dallas.”
She keeps reading.
“Ugh, La Cucarcha’s there too!”
“What, the girl who thinks that she’s a cockroach?”
“Exactly! What kind of promotion is this? I hope they make sure she vaccinated!”
She continues looking over the roster page.
“Oh wow, D.C. Wilands!”
“What, he’s there too? Very interesting…”
He gently takes her feet off his lap and gets up to leave the room. He returns a few minutes later carrying an orange and black striped mask, which he puts on before speaking.
“So, Charlie,” Tiger Mask Red asks, “which of these cupcakes am I wrestling at their first show?”
Charlotte O’Neal skims through the page and comes to the run down for “Chapter One: The Rise of the Luchas”.
“It says here that you’re facing King Fuego.”
Tiger laughs as he sits back down and starts rubbing his wife’s feet again.
“No way, Fuego’s been retired for a while now. I remember watching him wrestling at Arena Mexico over ten years ago.”
“No, it’s his son; apparently he passed the mask down to him when he started his career.”
“Pity,” he said, as he began rubbing a sensitive spot on her left foot, “I would have loved to have gotten the chance to face him. I hope his son’s as talented as he was or this match will be a huge let down."
Charlotte only groaned in reply and he laughed at her reaction to having her foot rubbed. Yep, he was going to have fun conquering GOL.
***
“King Fuego, let me talk at you for a moment. I’m going to let you in on one of the worst kept secrets in professional wrestling today. See while I was born in Canada, I was raised in Mexico, my father working for the Canadian Embassy there, before eventually becoming the Ambassador. I ain’t going to bore you with the details, but suffice to I came to hate your stinking country but there was one thing about it that I loved, and that was lucha libre. I would attend every show I could, usually wearing a mask so the local kids didn’t beat me, and sit there entranced as these superheroes and villains kicked each other’s asses for our entertainment.
“One of those men I saw wrestle on many occasions was your father, the original King Fuego. Let me tell ya something, if you’re even half the fighter that he was, you’re going to have a great career. It’s just too bad that your first match here in GOL is against me.
“Ya see I don’t have anything against you; shoot, I don’t even know you. The fact of the matter is though; I’m El Tigre de Jengibre, Tiger Mask Red. If the name doesn’t mean much to you and the fans out there, it will soon enough. I didn’t come here to play second fiddle to anyone, especially someone who hasn’t truly earned his mask.
“See, you and I are more like than you think. A legend in our industry handed down his mask to me as well when he retired, but unlike you, I had to earn it by busting my ass in Japanese wrestling ring for over a year before he gave me mine. No one has ever handed me anything in this business; I had to take it all by force, and that’s what I plan to do when I make my GOL debut.
“So, Fuego, bring everything that you got, Cupcake. Bring your speed and all your flashing moves. I have no intention of underestimating you and I know it’s going to be a fight. In the end though, it’s not going to matter because I will be the one standing tall in victory. Meanwhile you’re just going be the first of many to fall at my feet on my path of destruction and glory; and that’s not an insult, that’s a fact of life.
“King Fuego! Welcome to the jungle!”