Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes-Playboy-Billionaire
Jul 1, 2023 20:40:36 GMT -5
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Post by "Cholo" Giovanni Santana on Jul 1, 2023 20:40:36 GMT -5
OOC: Continued from: You reap what you sow
Cholo is once again sitting in his Audi e-tron SUV, except that this time Cholo is by himself, no Paco, and he’s not parked outside of detention facility but inside the Concordia Cemetery in El Paso, Texas. He wears a black suit with a champagne yellow shirt underneath and a black tie. There is a line of cars parked in front of him and behind him, as well as on the other side of the service road, but he’s the only one in his vehicle. The scene is somber, and if you ever attended a funeral in the desert, you know what we mean. There is no freshly cut grass, mostly dirt with patches of dying grass here and there. All tombstones, despite their different shapes and sizes, look the same: a boring grayish color. Even the mountain range behind is a dull brown color, much like this cemetery, devoid of life. Thankfully the skies are a bright blue, with no cloud in sight, and that helps liven the mood, even if just slightly. A funeral service has just finished, and people are heading back to their vehicles. Cholo looks on, past them, focused on the two women standing in front of the freshly dug grave. As people leave, they give them one last condolence, one last “everything is going to be alright” but all they can do is nod slightly without making eye contact. Once enough people have left, Cholo takes a deep breath, looks at himself in the rearview mirror, then exhales.
Cholo: What are you doing here man?
He asks himself this because the funeral was for the man that killed his parents… A man, who was released a few weeks ago, where Cholo, as good as you may think he is, was ready to kill him himself. He’s not a murdered, he wasn’t even sure if he was going to be able to go through with it… Thankfully two things happened, one: Paco talked some sense into him. Two: the rival gang got to him first, as he had murdered not only Cholo’s parents, but a member of their gang. Yes, Cholo’s parents were never the target, they just got caught in the crossfire but to Cholo, that didn’t matter. He had to pay, but luckily for Cholo, he wasn’t the one that collected on him. Of course, since then, regret and self-hate have clouded his mind… as he can’t believe he was contemplating killing a man… But watching that man killed in front of his mother, and daughter… The pain they must have felt, was probably worst than what Cholo felt as a kid… Getting told your loved one was killed is one thing, watching it happen right before your eyes, is another… So here he sits, filled with guilt, remorse, pity, sadness, regret, anger, all rolled up into one. He takes another deep breath, exhales, turns the car off and exits it. He adjusts his jacket, tying one button and putting on some sunglasses. Most people that go by him pay him no mind, but he feels at least a couple recognize him… He arrives where the rows of chairs are and then stops, maybe ten steps away from the two ladies, pretending to be looking at the flower arrangements. The grounds crew there tells them it’s time, and reluctantly they agree and walk off, heading in the direction of Cholo. He freezes, not knowing what to do, and frankly not knowing what to say… He didn’t rehearse this, he wanted to have a natural reaction, perhaps an honest conversation. The ladies look up and see him, he removes his shades, tucking them away inside his jacket. He goes to greet them.
Cholo: Hola, my sincere a-
But the old lady pulls away from the woman and approaches him, pointing a finger at him.
Old Lady: TU!
She charges at him, beating on his chest with her fists. Her granddaughter tries to pull her away but she is surprisingly strong. Cholo is too stunned to do anything, not even putting his arms up to protect himself. Some relatives who were nearby rush over to help, and manage to take the old lady away, but she continues to scream at Cholo.
Old Lady: ¡Es tu culpa! ¡Mi hijo está muerto por tu culpa!
The woman buries her face on her right hand, sobbing, but then pulls herself together and turns to Cholo who still doesn’t know what to do or say and definitely doesn’t know what to expect from the woman in front of him.
Woman: I’m so sorry Mr. Santana, please forgive my abuela… She’s… not well.
Well he wasn’t expecting that; expecting her to know who he was. He thinks for a few seconds before answering.
Cholo: Please, you don’t have to apologize… I know she’s suffering, can’t be easy to lose a son.
She shakes her head.
Woman: Well, she lost him many years ago… even before he was thrown in prison… Lost him to the streets, to the gangs… but a mother’s love will always be there for her son, and she had hopes that he would be a new man when he got out… and I thought…
She begins sobbing again.
Cholo: You thought you would have a father… Trust me, I know the-
He goes to pat her shoulder but as soon as a finger touches her, she pulls away and looks up to him with pain in her eyes.
Woman: What are you doing?! Why are you here Cholo?!
He pulls back his hand, and tries to keep his cool, understating what she is going through… He thinks about what to say, and skips her questions, instead asking her a question he thinks may ease the tension.
Cholo: So you know who I am?
She scoffs, wiping her tears away.
Woman: Of course I know who you are! How can I not know who El Paso’s favorite son is?!
Okay that didn’t work, as now she is upset.
Woman: You can’t go a corner in this place without someone talking about ‘goody-two-shoes-playboy-billionaire’ Giovanni Santana. The poor orphan made millionaire…
Cholo: Sorry, I just-
Woman: Of course you would apologize, you’re Mr. Nice Guy! Everyone here knows you, and everyone here knows your sad story…. How your parents got tragically murdered, but at least the evil man who killed them was sent behind bars! Justice was served right?!
Cholo: I mean, yes… But, I’m so- *sigh* why are you so angry at me? I’ve done nothing wrong here… Not to your grandma, to you, no one.
She notices that a few people are looking at her, and asking her if she’s okay or if she want them to intervene but she waves them off. She then grabs Cholo by his arm and walks him back towards the street and where he parked his car. Cholo is still wondering how he got to this spot, this meeting and greet not going the way he thought. She finally speaks, but in a softer voice now, calmed, but with a lot of hurt behind her words.
Woman: Everyone worried about what happened to the child of the victims… but nobody gave a flying fuck about the child of the killer… Nobody even asked if he was leaving a child behind… Nobody gave a damn what it did to her finding out her dad was not only a criminal but a murderer… I thought my dad was the nice guy, a good guy, a hero… But it was all a lie and when that child’s mother chose to kill herself instead of being a single parent, guess what? Nobody cared… You can't blame her though. Who wants to raise the daughter of a murderer right?
She pauses, as if expecting an answer from Cholo, who simply can’t speak… She just dropped a lot of info on him that hit him like a bucket of cold water… She is right of course… Nobody cared, he didn’t care… he didn’t even bother to think if there was a child on the other side of this story… It never occurred to him until she saw her that day her dad was murdered. She speaks again, breaking his train of thought.
Woman: Right… but it’s fine… My abuelita raised me and took care of me, and we both were very much looking forward to his release… Never in our wildest dreams did we think that would happen… But I guess we were naïve… Gang violence has never stop in El Paso… It just evolved, and some people never forget… Let alone forgive…
She stops as they reach the service road and nods, asking him which way is his car. He points and they head that way. Feeling it is now safe to speak, he does.
Cholo: Look, um…
Woman: Abigail…
Cholo: Abigail? That’s a beautiful name… Well, Abigail, I wasn’t sure why I came out here… but part of me did want to give you and your grandma my condolences, and say I am sorry for your loss because I see the pain that losing your dad is costing you… It’s a pain I know too well… But now that you’ve told me your story, I want to say that I’m also sorry about everything that happened to you… You didn’t deserve it and I wish the world would have been kind to you like they were to me. I now understand why your grandma blames me, and realize coming out was a mistake as I’ve only made things worse…
They stop at his car and she lets go off his arm. He turns it on from outside and then opens the door. He goes to get in, but she grabs his hand and stops him.
Abigail: No, I’m the one that’s sorry.. I know it wasn’t easy for you to come here… and sorry for dumping my anger on you, twenty years of frustration, you definitely don’t deserve it…
Cholo: You neve have to apologize, not to me, not to anyone… You’re just as much of a victim as I was... Well, take care of yourself, and your abuelita.
She lets him get in his car and steps back. He gets in and closes the door, but then lowers his window at her request.
Abigal: Thanks to you, I won’t have to.
Cholo looks at her confused.
Cholo: What do you mean?
Abigail: Come on, the large donation to my father’s GoFundMe page? We were looking to raise 30K, and someone donated 30 times that?
Cholo: Oh, that was an anonymous donation… You can’t-
Abigail: I never said it was anonymous…
Cholo smiles and looks away.
Abigail: Thank you, I don’t know why you are doing all of this, but thank you.
She squeezes his arm affectionately and then walks off, heading for an SUV where her grandma and relatives await. Cholo watches her go, wishing they had met under different circumstances, as she is quite beautiful… A lot was dumped on him just now, it’s a lot to process, and while his emotions are mixed, relief is one of them. He pulls away, making a u-turn with ease now that most cars have gone. A few seconds after, another car does the same turn and slowly follows. He makes a right turn, and the car does as well, he makes a left and that car does too. Cholo watches it from his rearview mirror and then shifts his focus to us, breaking the fourth wall like he usually does.
Cholo: Wonder what that’s about? I bet, but that’s a story for another day… Right now, it’s time for...
El Closing Shoot
“Que pasa Mufasa?!”
“Maximiliano! Looks like despite you coming up a little short at the War Games pay-per-view, you still get the shot you so desperately wanted against Cholo… Felicidades hombre! “
Remember when Cholo introduced himself to you at War Games and wished you good luck? You told Cholo you weren’t looking for luck, but Cholo’s gold… But looks like luck found you anyway, huh? How does that song go? “Luck be a lady tonight”, right? Well, she has been that for you, treat her nicely, as before Cholo defends “his precious” against Johnny Bacchus at the next big event, Summer Madness, he must defend against THE demon himself.
Sorry, daemon.
Are you really a daemon Maximiliano? Cholo doesn’t know you that well, sure he has looked at your bio but that didn’t tell Cholo much really… It says you call yourself “the hell-born” and the “heaven-sent” but that’s kind of an oxymoron, isn’t it? How can you be born in hell but sent from heaven? That just doesn’t make sense to Cholo… Now if you were “heaven-born” and “hell-sent” then yeah, Cholo can see that… The devil himself was born in heaven, cast out of it, and sent to what has now become his domain where the bible tells us that he will once again rise from and rule for a thousand years… He’ll be hell-sent then… Are you one of his daemons? Seems you have been alive a lot longer than what you look to be, so maybe you are a supernatural being… Had Cholo met you a month ago, he would have said BULLCACA! He would have told you that he didn’t know much about the supernatural nor has he ever bothered with it. He would have told you that he knows in the wrestling world we live in, ‘anything is possible’, but defending his Intercontinental Championship against a daemon? NAH!
But then Cholo went to hell… with three other men, to rescue a man that had been dead for months if not years. Cholo fought demons, daemons too, probably, got attacked by ghosts, got his afro burned by Dante’s inferno and so now, if you say you are a supernatural being, a daemon to the max, something much older than a demon, then Cholo only has one thing to say to you…
Orale, good for you.
But being a daemon didn’t help you win the ladder match, did it?
Cholo doubts very much that it will help you win our match either.
Speaking of our match, Cholo hears a lot of people are upset with it… “Johnny won the match, why is Max getting the first shot?” is just one of the rumblings Cholo is hearing… Cholo could be like so many so-called champs out there, complain to the higher ups as to why you are getting the shot when Johnny was the clear winner of the fatal four-way match… Why does Cholo have to defend now when he is already scheduled to defend at a pay-per-view… Why is the front office try to rob Cholo of a paid day? No hombre, Cholo is no whiner… He is a winner… You see Max, Cholo’s name is not Sonya Benson, meaning he doesn’t run from any challenges, has goons at his side to help him win matches or weasels out of his responsibilities… Cholo meets his challengers head on and if Cristobal page, Jaime Raven or our new GM tells Cholo to face you before facing a legend like Johnny Bacchus, then Cholo will do just that… Because Cholo may not be a man of God, he is not religious, but he’s also not blasphemous… Cholo is simply a good guy that plays by the books and he will fight whoever is in front of him… What Cholo is trying to say is that he fears no man, human or otherwise and he doesn’t fear the supernatural... and as much as you want to portray yourself as a contradicting Baba Yaga, Cholo is not afraid of you, Daemon.
How can Cholo be afraid of a man who can’t handle his liquor? Oh yeah Maximiliano, Cholo has noticed that you have an alcohol problem… Again, he met you at the pay-per-view and he didn’t have to see it for long to figure this out, he could actually smell it from a far… You reeked of cheap alcohol, and terrible body odor… When was the last time you washed your clothes? Is there no laundry service in hell? Cholo honestly felt sorry for your three opponents that night, as they not only had to smell you, but touch you… My poor Lexi… You know what you smelled like? Roadkill… Roadkill that sat in the hot Vegas sun for months, then got possessed by a daemon, sent to hell, burnt for eternity, then sent back to earth, got run over again, got pissed on by a skunk, pooped on by an armadillo, then made into spandex that were worn by Mike Mason’s stinky ass during one of his 10-hour workouts…
THEN someone soaked it in cheap malt liquor.
Know what Cholo means?
You stunk, that’s all Cholo is trying to say. Please shower for our match, gracias.
But in all seriousness Max, let’s talk about something you did that bothered Cholo even though the moment you did it, he didn’t even flinch. But you spat at Cholo’s feet… You never spit at people, on their face or on the floor in front of them, that it’s just not cool. Whether human or demon, everyone knows that is a huge sign of disrespect… and Cholo knows that by you doing that, you were trying to get under Cholo’s skin… Disrespect him despite a) him showing you kindness and b) him being the Intercontinental champion and c) just a nice guy… But from what Cholo hears, that’s just who you are… A self-destructing being trying to be the ultimate bad guy… Well, unfortunately for you, we already have one of those… A dastardly bruja that doesn’t leave room for any another… But let Cholo tell you this, when it is all said and done after Monday Night Brawl, you will R-E-S-P-E-C-T Cholo… and whether you come to it by your own senses, or Cholo having to beat it out of you, you will respect him…
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