Post by "Cholo" Giovanni Santana on Jan 28, 2023 19:51:05 GMT -5
So how are you feeling now, “funny man”?
Paco says as he looks at Cholo through the rearview mirror of his “A-Team” style van. It is unknown where they are coming from or where they are going, or when as a matter of fact… Plus we have never seen Cholo travel in anything but his party bus, so likely, he is either keeping a low profile or this how he ‘humbly’ rolls in his personal time.
Drop it Tio.
No-no… You wanted to be a comedian and you bombed… You wanted to be in the West Coast Rumble, and you bombed, letting that CEROTE, that Donald Trump wannabe, the Mecca of Caca Pants of all people eliminate you… CLEAN! He didn’t even have to cheat… Come on mi’jo, I just got to know.. how are you feeling now? Feeling like you should have listened to good ol’ Paco perhaps, and taken the rumble a little more seriously?
Cholo ignores him and instead looks out the window at the falling rain. They are on a bridge, which is built atop a large river… As they reach the end, they find themselves in a city, but because of the heavy rain, it is still unrecognizable with no real landmarks to give a hint of where we are.
Don’t feel like talking eh pendejo? Oh sure, when things are going well and good, Cholo can’t shut up and is all smiles and “look at me dancing and drinking and look at me with the mamacitas”. But now that things aren’t going your way, you have nada to say?
Nope…
Maybe we should call YOU Mr. Caca Pants.
I said drop it uncle!
It’s not usual to see Cholo like this, without a smile on his face and without his upbeat attitude and full of positivity. But while the last few weeks have been rough on him wrestling wise, what has him down, is something completely different…. And Paco knows this. He may come across to you as a manager getting on his wrestler’s case about not taking a golden opportunity seriously. You may understand it as an uncle, disappointed on his nephew for missing out on back-to-back opportunities at winning gold. But it’s not.
I ain’t dropping shit. Maybe I should call you Venom Junior… You know he too had back-to-back title opportunities in the XWF, and he squandered them… So, is that what you trying to do? Be like your brooding Seven Deadly Sins brother? At least he had the World Series of Wrestling to fall back on and finished in the top 4. What do you have to fall back on?
Yeah, Paco is laying it on thick, trying to get a rise out of Cholo… But it is for his own good… Because he wants to keep him focused on wrestling, in WGWF, on his upcoming opportunity to fight for the Intercontinental Championship… On “The Epitome” Mike Angelo… Cholo once again must start at the bottom and get through two matches in hopes of reaching the finals and fighting for the gold. Unfortunately, Cholo IS focused on something else, in a few short weeks it will be the anniversary of his parents’ deaths. If you paid attention to Cholo’s first promos here in the WGWF, or at his bio on their site (and his), you know that they were murdered in cold blood when he was just ten years old. That’s about as much as Cholo, Paco and the rest of the family has been willing to share to the wrestling world… But you could dig up newspapers from that time if you really wanted to get the whole story… Read the obituaries, the police reports to get the full scoop of the tragedy that was... Paco realizing that poking the lovable bear isn’t working, finally gives up and just tries to reach out to his nephew.
Come on mi’jo, talk to me.
But nada.
Drop me off here Tio, I need to walk…
Cholo, is raining cats and dogs out there, where you going to walk to?
You know to where, look where we are.
Yeah I know where we are.. You think I’ve forgotten? I never forget, she wasn’t just your mom, she was my sister. He was my best friend. But you got to put that out of your mind for now… Focus on Mike Angelo and this Intercontinental title opportunity a few days from now.. Remember this is what you’ve always wanted.
I KNOW! BUT NOT NOW UNCLE, Not… *sigh*… Look, sorry for yelling… I just need to do this right now, come on, just let me be alone for a while.
But, but, but you gonna catch a cold!
Cholo gives him the “I’m not a little kid anymore” look and Paco, defeated, decides to pull over at a corner of a deserted commercial street. He puts the van in park and then looks back at Cholo.
You want me to wait for you?
No, go home, get some rest… I’ll find my way back.
Paco reaches into the gloves compartment and pulls out a small umbrella and hands it to Cholo who reluctantly takes it. He nods to his uncle and steps out of the van, sliding the door closed behind him. Once outside we see that Cholo is decked out in a black Adidas track suit with matching black Adidas Copa indoor soccer shoes. He looks at his uncle through the water soaked windows and sees him looking back at him concerned. Cholo waves him off and Paco reluctantly turns, puts the van in drive and pulls away, making a right turn a block away. Cholo begins walking down the street, where most of the bodegas and small stores have been closed… Some look to have been closed for a long time… As he reaches another intersection, he sees the corner where he expected to see the Chi-Chis restaurant his mother used to work at, but instead, he sees nothing but rubble as the old building has been recently demolished.
Mierda.
Clearly, he didn’t know this. He rushes across the street, and with his free hand he grabs the metal fence preventing him from going further. In the rubble he sees a broken cross, the type of crosses people will leave in memoriam of where their loved ones passed away suddenly or accidently or in his parents’ case, deliberately. A thorn purple ribbon is barely hanging on, and dried up flowers are scattered about… Cholo hangs his head and closes his eyes, he starts to think back, to the first moment he came here when he was a young boy, but the flashback gets interrupted as he feels a hand touch his shoulder and squeezes it. He expects it to be his uncle, but it’s not him, as he hears a female voice, one he knows well, that of his cousin, Paula.
Sorry Primo, wish you would have come home first so we would have given you the news.
Paula? What are you doing here?
What do you think?
Tio called you didn’t he?
Of course…
Sorry he bothered you; I told him I wanted to be alone.
It’s no bother, I work not too far from here.. and I know you don’t want to be alone, you just don’t want to be around him because he’s all business… Wrestlin’, wrestlin’, wrestlin’.
Heh, yeah.
Well, I’m not here to talk wrestling… How about some pupusas at their favorite spot? I’ll buy.
Cholo smiles, not only because he realizes he is hungry but because he knows how much that spot meant to them, and him.
Doña Azucena still has her spot? I thought her small pupusa joint blew up and she has like a franchise now across Texas.
Oh she’s gone out of Texas now, has a few locations in Cali, Arizona and New Mexico… But she still has her little spot, for the casuals and those who were customers before any of that even happen. Her friends. What do you say?
He looks back at the broken cross, takes a deep breath and then exhales.
Sure, let’s go.
She wraps her arm around his and leads the way. A few hours later they are sitting outside of a trailer home, where a tent just as long as the trailer home has been set up. Plastic tables as well as chairs have been set up for people to still be able to eat during this storm, though it has let up quite a bit and now it only drizzles. Even though it’s January, colorful Christmas lights hang from around the tent, giving it a very cozy feel. There is a run of the mill vinyl banner hanging from the short side of the tent that reads “Doña Azucena’s Pupuseria. There are a few families having lunch, but the place is not packed. On one of the tables in the middle you see Cholo and Paula, their meals finished as nothing but empty plates, an empty tequila bottle and two shot glasses, still full sit on the table.
Feeling better?
Much better… This place hasn’t changed one bit…
I mean they’ve given it some maintenance to keep with the health codes, but other than that, she’s kept it the same. She always talks about remembering her roots, her humble beginnings. Kind of like you.
Nunca te olvides de donde vienes my pops use to tell me. I’m sure Paco told you the same thing.
Yeah, but he extended it… “never forget where you come but get the hell out of there as soon as you can!”
They share a lough and Cholo seems to be almost back to his normal self.
One last shot and we go?
Um, sure, but where are we going?
You’ll see.
He grabs the shot glasses and hands one to Paula.
To my familia, gone over 20 years, but never, ever, forgotten. Salud!
They do the last shot straight up, no salt or lime. Cholo asks for the bill but Paula tells him it’s on her, she invited him. Cholo smile and nods. A few hours later, they are back at the demolished restaurant. Cholo, using some wire cutters has cut through the fence and he along with Paula have placed a brand-new white cross with his parents name on them and the dates. A new purple ribbon has been wrapped around the cross and fresh new flowers lay at the base of the cross. Cholo smiles.
I think they would like this one even better than the last one.
I agree… But what are you going to do when they get back to work on this site on Monday?
Oh I am going to make sure they don’t come back.
How?
I’m going to buy the whole damn block.
Paula laughs.
Okay Mr. Millionaire… Should have let you pay for lunch.
Hey, I tried… But thank you for lunch prima, going there, having that meal, it really helped.
Happy to do it primo. What are you going to do now?
There is only one thing to do…
He winks at her and smiles at us…
El Closing Shoot
"The Epitome" Mike Angelo… Epitome eh? A word Cholo knew before today…. So, you believe yourself to be perfection eh? The perfect example of what amigo? What a wrestler should be? What a model citizen should be? What someone with perfect hair should look like? Cholo will admit, for someone your age, you have gorgeous hair…
Let’s be real though, it’s not as gorgeous as Cholo’s afro…
He runs his pick through his afro as he puffs it up a bit.
But let’s not get sidetracked… though, if after the match you want to go out for drinks and talk hair products, amigo, Cholo is down!
Cholo sticks the pick back on the side of his afro.
Serious questions to my jefes, Cristobal and Jaime, what is it with Cholo getting stuck dealing with narcissists? First “Delicious” Milk Mayson and now another maldito Mike… Aren’t people humble anymore? Cholo gets that this is a sport where you must sell yourself as the best, and trust Cholo, he knows how to sell himself, but not for money, because that would be prostitution and Cholo doesn’t do that… He is a “good” example of what a role model should be, and he is, for hundreds of kids worldwide… So Cholo says this to say that he would never call himself the best of this, the perfect version of that, the blueprint of whatever… Honestamente hablando, Cholo is the last person you want to model yourself after if you are trying to be a wrestler… Cholo waited until he was thirty years old before giving the business a try…. Cholo was happy being a medical tech and a wrestling trainer after he graduated college… In the back of Cholo’s head, he always though: “instead of training future stars, why not become one yourself?” But Cholo would always push that thought out of his mind because he was happy… But my uncle pushed and pushed, and finally, when the right tournament came around, Cholo made the jump and became a wrestler… and a millionaire to boot! Now Cholo is mucho happier! But that is not the way to do things and Cholo hopes that if Angelo is honest with himself, his way is likely not the way to go about it either.
Cholo pauses for a moment, remembering Angelo’s extensive bio.
Actually, check that… The way you did it Angelo was a pretty good way to do it, got your first ‘deal’ with RWF after only training for two years… You were nineteen at the time, and after a few dark matches you got offered a contract. Not bad, I guess if Cholo was do to it all over again… He might have done it in a similar way, but then again, getting a college degree was always a priority for Cholo. He promised his Mama that he would go to college and graduate, it didn’t matter the profession or career, ‘just go to la Universidad mi’jo, and graduate… two, four, seven years… No me importa… Just graduate.’ And Cholo did, for his Mama, in four years… After that, for sure Mike, would have followed your path though I would have been twenty-two… Still, not bad, anyway… what was Cholo talking about before getting sidetracked?
He takes a sip of his Mezcal drink.
Ah si, confidence!
People like Mayson and Angelo may say it’s just confidence being the way that they are, but if we’re real mi gente, and you know that Cholo is the realest, no one in God’s green earth is perfect. Cholo is sure you’ve lost matches in the past Angelo… As a matter fact, you just lost a fatal five way at the last Monday Night Brawl before the West Coast Rumble… So how can you be the epitome when you let someone like Fred Debonair walk away with the win? Where have you been since that loss? Cholo wish he could say he got to try you out at the rumble but you were barely in it señor… Sure, you hit Cholo with an atomic drop and moved on.. and by the time Cholo had a chance to get some payback a few minutes later, poof, you were gone. No amigo, you need to be humble, like Cholo, and if that loss at the fatal five way wasn’t enough to do it, if barely making a splash at the rumble wasn’t enough either, then Cholo will be happy to be the one to try next Monday when we face off for a shot at the Intercontinental Championship.
Cholo’s eyes light up.
Ah yes, the intercontinental championship, the object to fill all that Cholo's heart desires. Cholo knows what you are thinking: “wasn’t the television championship what your heart desired?” No, it wasn’t… Cholo did want to win that championship, don’t get him wrong.. He wanted to be the first champion crowned for the returning WGWF, he wanted to be the example to follow… He wanted to be the epitome of what the new WGWF champion should be…
See what Cholo did there Mike? Um, did he do it right? If not my ESL teacher will let me know… Cholo should probably call her…
He gets lost in thought for a moment, before coming back.
BUT it wasn’t meant to be, thanks to that other Mike… What’s that you say now? “Didn’t you enter the Rumble to win the World Championship?” Well to that Cholo also says NO! But if an opportunity presents itself to win a world title, mi gente, YOU TAKE IT! Cholo is not an estupido! But again, thanks to that other Mike, it didn’t happen to Cholo even after forty plus grueling minutes…
Those two failed opportunities have opened the door to what Cholo truly, really, honest to God wants. Mi gente, he doesn’t call himself “The Intercontinental Superstar made for Television” just because it’s catchy and because he wanted to sell millions of t-shirts… Though he is very grateful for you all buying it and making it one of the hottest selling items for the WGWF… Cholo calls himself that because from day one, that is the champion he wishes to be… He wants to represent the other continents, especially Latin America… Yes, Cholo knows Latin America isn’t a continent, but a part of one… He passed maps class! You know what Cholo means! If Cholo happened to win either of the two other championships, he was still going to go after the Intercontinental title, and you want to know why? Because while Cholo may not be the epitome, the blueprint, perfection or even the best… It doesn’t mean that he will ever… stop… striving to be… and whether it happens now, a month from now or a year from now… Cholo WILL BE the Intercontinental Champion… and that mi gente, is simply, Cholo’s humble opinion.
Paco says as he looks at Cholo through the rearview mirror of his “A-Team” style van. It is unknown where they are coming from or where they are going, or when as a matter of fact… Plus we have never seen Cholo travel in anything but his party bus, so likely, he is either keeping a low profile or this how he ‘humbly’ rolls in his personal time.
Drop it Tio.
No-no… You wanted to be a comedian and you bombed… You wanted to be in the West Coast Rumble, and you bombed, letting that CEROTE, that Donald Trump wannabe, the Mecca of Caca Pants of all people eliminate you… CLEAN! He didn’t even have to cheat… Come on mi’jo, I just got to know.. how are you feeling now? Feeling like you should have listened to good ol’ Paco perhaps, and taken the rumble a little more seriously?
Cholo ignores him and instead looks out the window at the falling rain. They are on a bridge, which is built atop a large river… As they reach the end, they find themselves in a city, but because of the heavy rain, it is still unrecognizable with no real landmarks to give a hint of where we are.
Don’t feel like talking eh pendejo? Oh sure, when things are going well and good, Cholo can’t shut up and is all smiles and “look at me dancing and drinking and look at me with the mamacitas”. But now that things aren’t going your way, you have nada to say?
Nope…
Maybe we should call YOU Mr. Caca Pants.
I said drop it uncle!
It’s not usual to see Cholo like this, without a smile on his face and without his upbeat attitude and full of positivity. But while the last few weeks have been rough on him wrestling wise, what has him down, is something completely different…. And Paco knows this. He may come across to you as a manager getting on his wrestler’s case about not taking a golden opportunity seriously. You may understand it as an uncle, disappointed on his nephew for missing out on back-to-back opportunities at winning gold. But it’s not.
I ain’t dropping shit. Maybe I should call you Venom Junior… You know he too had back-to-back title opportunities in the XWF, and he squandered them… So, is that what you trying to do? Be like your brooding Seven Deadly Sins brother? At least he had the World Series of Wrestling to fall back on and finished in the top 4. What do you have to fall back on?
Yeah, Paco is laying it on thick, trying to get a rise out of Cholo… But it is for his own good… Because he wants to keep him focused on wrestling, in WGWF, on his upcoming opportunity to fight for the Intercontinental Championship… On “The Epitome” Mike Angelo… Cholo once again must start at the bottom and get through two matches in hopes of reaching the finals and fighting for the gold. Unfortunately, Cholo IS focused on something else, in a few short weeks it will be the anniversary of his parents’ deaths. If you paid attention to Cholo’s first promos here in the WGWF, or at his bio on their site (and his), you know that they were murdered in cold blood when he was just ten years old. That’s about as much as Cholo, Paco and the rest of the family has been willing to share to the wrestling world… But you could dig up newspapers from that time if you really wanted to get the whole story… Read the obituaries, the police reports to get the full scoop of the tragedy that was... Paco realizing that poking the lovable bear isn’t working, finally gives up and just tries to reach out to his nephew.
Come on mi’jo, talk to me.
But nada.
Drop me off here Tio, I need to walk…
Cholo, is raining cats and dogs out there, where you going to walk to?
You know to where, look where we are.
Yeah I know where we are.. You think I’ve forgotten? I never forget, she wasn’t just your mom, she was my sister. He was my best friend. But you got to put that out of your mind for now… Focus on Mike Angelo and this Intercontinental title opportunity a few days from now.. Remember this is what you’ve always wanted.
I KNOW! BUT NOT NOW UNCLE, Not… *sigh*… Look, sorry for yelling… I just need to do this right now, come on, just let me be alone for a while.
But, but, but you gonna catch a cold!
Cholo gives him the “I’m not a little kid anymore” look and Paco, defeated, decides to pull over at a corner of a deserted commercial street. He puts the van in park and then looks back at Cholo.
You want me to wait for you?
No, go home, get some rest… I’ll find my way back.
Paco reaches into the gloves compartment and pulls out a small umbrella and hands it to Cholo who reluctantly takes it. He nods to his uncle and steps out of the van, sliding the door closed behind him. Once outside we see that Cholo is decked out in a black Adidas track suit with matching black Adidas Copa indoor soccer shoes. He looks at his uncle through the water soaked windows and sees him looking back at him concerned. Cholo waves him off and Paco reluctantly turns, puts the van in drive and pulls away, making a right turn a block away. Cholo begins walking down the street, where most of the bodegas and small stores have been closed… Some look to have been closed for a long time… As he reaches another intersection, he sees the corner where he expected to see the Chi-Chis restaurant his mother used to work at, but instead, he sees nothing but rubble as the old building has been recently demolished.
Mierda.
Clearly, he didn’t know this. He rushes across the street, and with his free hand he grabs the metal fence preventing him from going further. In the rubble he sees a broken cross, the type of crosses people will leave in memoriam of where their loved ones passed away suddenly or accidently or in his parents’ case, deliberately. A thorn purple ribbon is barely hanging on, and dried up flowers are scattered about… Cholo hangs his head and closes his eyes, he starts to think back, to the first moment he came here when he was a young boy, but the flashback gets interrupted as he feels a hand touch his shoulder and squeezes it. He expects it to be his uncle, but it’s not him, as he hears a female voice, one he knows well, that of his cousin, Paula.
Sorry Primo, wish you would have come home first so we would have given you the news.
Paula? What are you doing here?
What do you think?
Tio called you didn’t he?
Of course…
Sorry he bothered you; I told him I wanted to be alone.
It’s no bother, I work not too far from here.. and I know you don’t want to be alone, you just don’t want to be around him because he’s all business… Wrestlin’, wrestlin’, wrestlin’.
Heh, yeah.
Well, I’m not here to talk wrestling… How about some pupusas at their favorite spot? I’ll buy.
Cholo smiles, not only because he realizes he is hungry but because he knows how much that spot meant to them, and him.
Doña Azucena still has her spot? I thought her small pupusa joint blew up and she has like a franchise now across Texas.
Oh she’s gone out of Texas now, has a few locations in Cali, Arizona and New Mexico… But she still has her little spot, for the casuals and those who were customers before any of that even happen. Her friends. What do you say?
He looks back at the broken cross, takes a deep breath and then exhales.
Sure, let’s go.
She wraps her arm around his and leads the way. A few hours later they are sitting outside of a trailer home, where a tent just as long as the trailer home has been set up. Plastic tables as well as chairs have been set up for people to still be able to eat during this storm, though it has let up quite a bit and now it only drizzles. Even though it’s January, colorful Christmas lights hang from around the tent, giving it a very cozy feel. There is a run of the mill vinyl banner hanging from the short side of the tent that reads “Doña Azucena’s Pupuseria. There are a few families having lunch, but the place is not packed. On one of the tables in the middle you see Cholo and Paula, their meals finished as nothing but empty plates, an empty tequila bottle and two shot glasses, still full sit on the table.
Feeling better?
Much better… This place hasn’t changed one bit…
I mean they’ve given it some maintenance to keep with the health codes, but other than that, she’s kept it the same. She always talks about remembering her roots, her humble beginnings. Kind of like you.
Nunca te olvides de donde vienes my pops use to tell me. I’m sure Paco told you the same thing.
Yeah, but he extended it… “never forget where you come but get the hell out of there as soon as you can!”
They share a lough and Cholo seems to be almost back to his normal self.
One last shot and we go?
Um, sure, but where are we going?
You’ll see.
He grabs the shot glasses and hands one to Paula.
To my familia, gone over 20 years, but never, ever, forgotten. Salud!
They do the last shot straight up, no salt or lime. Cholo asks for the bill but Paula tells him it’s on her, she invited him. Cholo smile and nods. A few hours later, they are back at the demolished restaurant. Cholo, using some wire cutters has cut through the fence and he along with Paula have placed a brand-new white cross with his parents name on them and the dates. A new purple ribbon has been wrapped around the cross and fresh new flowers lay at the base of the cross. Cholo smiles.
I think they would like this one even better than the last one.
I agree… But what are you going to do when they get back to work on this site on Monday?
Oh I am going to make sure they don’t come back.
How?
I’m going to buy the whole damn block.
Paula laughs.
Okay Mr. Millionaire… Should have let you pay for lunch.
Hey, I tried… But thank you for lunch prima, going there, having that meal, it really helped.
Happy to do it primo. What are you going to do now?
There is only one thing to do…
He winks at her and smiles at us…
El Closing Shoot
"The Epitome" Mike Angelo… Epitome eh? A word Cholo knew before today…. So, you believe yourself to be perfection eh? The perfect example of what amigo? What a wrestler should be? What a model citizen should be? What someone with perfect hair should look like? Cholo will admit, for someone your age, you have gorgeous hair…
Let’s be real though, it’s not as gorgeous as Cholo’s afro…
He runs his pick through his afro as he puffs it up a bit.
But let’s not get sidetracked… though, if after the match you want to go out for drinks and talk hair products, amigo, Cholo is down!
Cholo sticks the pick back on the side of his afro.
Serious questions to my jefes, Cristobal and Jaime, what is it with Cholo getting stuck dealing with narcissists? First “Delicious” Milk Mayson and now another maldito Mike… Aren’t people humble anymore? Cholo gets that this is a sport where you must sell yourself as the best, and trust Cholo, he knows how to sell himself, but not for money, because that would be prostitution and Cholo doesn’t do that… He is a “good” example of what a role model should be, and he is, for hundreds of kids worldwide… So Cholo says this to say that he would never call himself the best of this, the perfect version of that, the blueprint of whatever… Honestamente hablando, Cholo is the last person you want to model yourself after if you are trying to be a wrestler… Cholo waited until he was thirty years old before giving the business a try…. Cholo was happy being a medical tech and a wrestling trainer after he graduated college… In the back of Cholo’s head, he always though: “instead of training future stars, why not become one yourself?” But Cholo would always push that thought out of his mind because he was happy… But my uncle pushed and pushed, and finally, when the right tournament came around, Cholo made the jump and became a wrestler… and a millionaire to boot! Now Cholo is mucho happier! But that is not the way to do things and Cholo hopes that if Angelo is honest with himself, his way is likely not the way to go about it either.
Cholo pauses for a moment, remembering Angelo’s extensive bio.
Actually, check that… The way you did it Angelo was a pretty good way to do it, got your first ‘deal’ with RWF after only training for two years… You were nineteen at the time, and after a few dark matches you got offered a contract. Not bad, I guess if Cholo was do to it all over again… He might have done it in a similar way, but then again, getting a college degree was always a priority for Cholo. He promised his Mama that he would go to college and graduate, it didn’t matter the profession or career, ‘just go to la Universidad mi’jo, and graduate… two, four, seven years… No me importa… Just graduate.’ And Cholo did, for his Mama, in four years… After that, for sure Mike, would have followed your path though I would have been twenty-two… Still, not bad, anyway… what was Cholo talking about before getting sidetracked?
He takes a sip of his Mezcal drink.
Ah si, confidence!
People like Mayson and Angelo may say it’s just confidence being the way that they are, but if we’re real mi gente, and you know that Cholo is the realest, no one in God’s green earth is perfect. Cholo is sure you’ve lost matches in the past Angelo… As a matter fact, you just lost a fatal five way at the last Monday Night Brawl before the West Coast Rumble… So how can you be the epitome when you let someone like Fred Debonair walk away with the win? Where have you been since that loss? Cholo wish he could say he got to try you out at the rumble but you were barely in it señor… Sure, you hit Cholo with an atomic drop and moved on.. and by the time Cholo had a chance to get some payback a few minutes later, poof, you were gone. No amigo, you need to be humble, like Cholo, and if that loss at the fatal five way wasn’t enough to do it, if barely making a splash at the rumble wasn’t enough either, then Cholo will be happy to be the one to try next Monday when we face off for a shot at the Intercontinental Championship.
Cholo’s eyes light up.
Ah yes, the intercontinental championship, the object to fill all that Cholo's heart desires. Cholo knows what you are thinking: “wasn’t the television championship what your heart desired?” No, it wasn’t… Cholo did want to win that championship, don’t get him wrong.. He wanted to be the first champion crowned for the returning WGWF, he wanted to be the example to follow… He wanted to be the epitome of what the new WGWF champion should be…
See what Cholo did there Mike? Um, did he do it right? If not my ESL teacher will let me know… Cholo should probably call her…
He gets lost in thought for a moment, before coming back.
BUT it wasn’t meant to be, thanks to that other Mike… What’s that you say now? “Didn’t you enter the Rumble to win the World Championship?” Well to that Cholo also says NO! But if an opportunity presents itself to win a world title, mi gente, YOU TAKE IT! Cholo is not an estupido! But again, thanks to that other Mike, it didn’t happen to Cholo even after forty plus grueling minutes…
Those two failed opportunities have opened the door to what Cholo truly, really, honest to God wants. Mi gente, he doesn’t call himself “The Intercontinental Superstar made for Television” just because it’s catchy and because he wanted to sell millions of t-shirts… Though he is very grateful for you all buying it and making it one of the hottest selling items for the WGWF… Cholo calls himself that because from day one, that is the champion he wishes to be… He wants to represent the other continents, especially Latin America… Yes, Cholo knows Latin America isn’t a continent, but a part of one… He passed maps class! You know what Cholo means! If Cholo happened to win either of the two other championships, he was still going to go after the Intercontinental title, and you want to know why? Because while Cholo may not be the epitome, the blueprint, perfection or even the best… It doesn’t mean that he will ever… stop… striving to be… and whether it happens now, a month from now or a year from now… Cholo WILL BE the Intercontinental Champion… and that mi gente, is simply, Cholo’s humble opinion.
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