Post by "Cholo" Giovanni Santana on Sept 8, 2023 22:44:08 GMT -5
OOC: Continued from: The Rascal King vs. The Latin King
Cholo: What do you mean Cholo has to go to jail?!
Paco: Relax mi’jo, it’s just for one night, for appearances you know? The next day they’ll move you to another facility where you’ll spend your time in solitary.
Cholo: WHAT?! I’m going to kill you tio!
We pick up right where we left off last episode, with Paco and Cholo inside of the SWAT vehicle with officer Willis after he and El Paso police department staged Cholo’s capture for the murder of the man who killed his parents. The vehicle is parked inside the Reeves County Detention Complex in Pecos, Texas.
Paco: Relax! That’s just the story we’re feeding everyone in the detention center, from guards to inmates. But all the ‘mareros’ the police caught, including El Spyder, will stay there for a long time, for reals.
Cholo: I don’t know tio, spending the night in jail is not going to look good in my resume.
Paco: It’s all pretend pendejo!
Officer Willis: Yeah, you know, like in wrestling.
He snickers but both turn quickly to face him and if looks could kill, officer Willis just got crucified. He looks away and goes back to minding his business.
Paco: Cerote… Anyway, it’s just a means to an end, you want to move on with your life, don’t you? Put this behind you?
Cholo: Yes, of course.
Paco: Well do this then, and you can.
Cholo: Alright, I’m game.
Paco: Orale!
Officer Willis handcuffs him again and even puts a black hood over his head, which he struggles with a bit because of Cholo’s afro. Once he is secured he knocks on the doors of the vehicle and the double metal doors swing open, engulfing them in a bright light.
El Mid Shoot – Present Day
CJ O’Donnell, Bienvenido… Welcome to the big time… Welcome to the main event of Monday Night Brawl… Welcome to the World’s Greatest Wrestling Federation!
Can you feel it CJ? No, Cholo is not talking about the effects of that green leaf this tournament is named after gives, but rather, that feeling of excitement… You get to make your debut under the biggest spotlight of the night, in the main event against The Intercontinental Champion “Cholo” Giovanni Santana…Can you feel it? Because Cholo can feel it and he is sure the fans are feeling it, whether they are going to be there live or watching at home… They know this is a big one, and the excitement is real amigo.
Maybe Cholo is feeling it more than you are because this match is taking place in his home state of Texas! Sure, El Paso is just over six hours away from Dallas, but make no mistake about it, this is Cholo’s home and that is going to be MI GENTE out there that night, cheering for yours truly to not only win our match…. But win the whole “fooking” thing.
Forgive Cholo for cursing, but like he said, to steal a word from my cousins, he’s MUCHO excited.
This is your first tournament too, isn’t it? Well that just adds on to the pressure now, doesn’t it? Perhaps it’s not excitement that you’re feeling in the pit of your stomach but butterflies? Is it getting to be a little too heavy for you, amigo? Are you now realizing just how big this match is? No disrespect to the other wrestlers in the first round, but this match right here is the biggest of the round… We have champion vs. champion and man, let’s talk about your championship.
You’re holding a title with a lot of prestige CJ, but because it is the name of the championship, not because of its legacy or what you have been able to do with it up to now… After all, you just won this title a few weeks ago, didn’t you? You are just starting your reign… You defeated someone named Aaron Warthog for the title, a man who had not won a single title before that right? He just recently became a decent competitor after being consider a joke wrestler from a backyard promotion, right? Hey, no judgement here… My good friend Peter Vaughn came from a backyard promotion and look at him now… My primos The Malvado Brothers came from that same promotion and look at them now… So, you beating him could be consider a big win, maybe an upset, maybe not… But you also already defended your title once, so no one can say you winning the title was a fluke… Now your opponent’s name escapes me but from what I heard; he is already on his way out TPW…. But nothing you can do about that; we can only beat those who are put in front of us right? Cholo will come back to this later, but safe to say amigo that one day, your title reign and the title itself may be ‘prestigious’, but right now, Cholo be the one that holds a title with a lot of prestige because that is what he has brought to the Intercontinental championship. What you are looking at right now is the most coveted title in all the WGWF… and Cholo understand that may come across as being a little arrogant, or a lot, but Cholo is anything but arrogant… Cholo is the humblest person you will ever meet, and not just in WGWF but the whole wrestling world period… So then why say that right? Well, let Cholo explain there is a difference between speaking arrogantly, and speaking confidently with facts that back up Cholo’s claim.
Cholo understands that the WGWF has a World Heavyweight Championship, but it is a championship that is stained with blood and controversy… Peter Vaughn was in a helluva run, and Cholo’s was second to his, but now that he has lost it, and in the way that he did, well… As much as Cholo loves J-Mont, his win is tainted, his win has an asterisk, and frankly, that just depreciates that championship…
Cholo also understands this promotion has a Television championship… But that is engulfed in Sonya Benson’s stench, smeared with her dirty fingerprints that will take more than Clorox wipes mixed with acid to remove and while Kim Riddle will bring respectability to that title, she has a long way to go…
Lastly, Cholo understands that this federation has the tag team championships… Shout out to my good friend Toddy for making those titles mean something… But after her initial run with her pineapple loving husband Austin Ramsey, those titles have become like hot potatoes, being passed around from hands to hands like cheap putas on the Las Vegas strip… Will Terry Marshall and Space Lord bring stability to those titles? Maybe, maybe not, challengers are already lining up to take them…
But Cholo’s title is as pure and clean as fresh fallen snow… Cholo’s title reign is long, strong, hard and for once, there is no double entendre intended here by Cholo! Cholo’s title reign has been the longest of any title in the modern era of WGWF! But it has been a hard road to travel CJ, make no mistake about it… Nothing has been handed to Cholo, every single win has been earned… The Intercontinental title is prestigious because Cholo has made it so, with hard work, and as cliché as it may sound, he has elevated it to new levels with his blood, sweat and tears… By Cholo being a fighting champion and taking all commers regardless of who they may be, how tall their pedigree is or how hated or loved they are, the title has become coveted by all…
Now, despite all of that, some may say that Cholo has only been a champion because of circumstance, because when facing Cholo some opponents have failed to ‘show up’ like they normally would or like they used to… but to those people Cholo says, whether his opponents bring it or not, Cholo brings everything he has each and every time! He shows up night in and night out because that is what a champion does! Besides, Cholo can only fight, and defeat, those that are put in front of him as well… There is the call back.
But also, those that have the huevos enough to challenge him…
But that’s not you, is it CJ? No senor, you are only getting this title shot because you happened to be paired up against Cholo in the first round and our jefe Chris Page is so confident in Cholo’s abilities that he is willing to put the championship on the line against someone who is not even in the promotion… Can your boss say that? Is your boss allowing that? Is this a title for title match? No, of course it isn’t… It’s clear to Cholo that whether it is Terry or Jerry or Mary or Larry or long lost half Cuban primo Alejandro… Alejandry? Or two r’s? Anyway… None of the Marshalls have the confidence in you, that Chris Page, the one and only, has on “Cholo” Giovanni Santana.
The most prestigious Intercontinental champion in WGWF history.
In Cholo’s humble opinion, as always.
So here is your big chance CJ.
Excited yet?
Arriba!
Back to the story…
The morning after, Cholo wakes up in a cold jail cell, after what was probably the worst sleepless night of his life… He simply couldn’t sleep due to the awful bed, the humidity of the cell or from the noises… Oh the noises, the cat calls from nearby cellmates about fresh meat and mamacitas to the sounds of people getting beat up or worst, to sounds of… well… he rather not even remember those. He sits up and then turns, putting his bare feet on the cold cement floor. He shudders. He then gets up and does a few stretches before dropping to the floor and doing a few sets of push-ups and then a few sets of sit-ups that lead into a brief morning work-out that gets interrupted by a couple of guards who tap the jail cell with their night sticks. Cholo stops, wiping his brow as he turns to face them.
Guard: Morning sunshine, it’s time to go. You have two options; we stop by claims to get your belongings or we may mail them to you, one day perhaps, but you’ll get to go straight to the shuttle which will take you to Harris County where you’ll spend the next thirty years of your ‘prestigious’ life.
Cholo thinks on this and opts for getting his stuff, he has a lot of valuables, starting with his afro pick that was gifted to him by someone special. He sticks his hands out of the jail cell so he can be handcuffed by the other guard, and once his wrists are secured, he gets told to back up as the first guard asks on the radio to have his cell unlocked. After a few seconds, a buzzing sound is heard and Cholo’s door slides open. Cholo steps out and walks down the hallway of the second floor of general population. He sees the inmates all staring at him from across the way or the nearby cells. Cholo looks down at the tables below and no one is out yet, just the guards who also look up to him briefly before going about their business. They make a right turn into a long hallway and once they reach the end of it, you can go either right or left. They go left, into another hallway without any cells, just doors, and once they get halfway through the hallway the guards stop Cholo and tell him to stay here for a moment. The guard then gets on the radio again and asks for two doors to be opened. One of them opens behind them, and the guards go in but tell Cholo to stay put. Cholo wonders what’s going on, but then another door opens and out steps….
Cholo: Spyder…
Spyder: El Spyder if you don’t mind vato, worked hard to get my name… Like a doc you know? “It’s not Mister. it’s Doctor.”
He says this last part in a very robotic voice. Cholo doesn’t say anything, instead looks back at the door where the guards went into as it has been closed. Cholo turns back around only to feel a sensation in his stomach he has never felt before… Not even when he tried Paco’s “chili con carne bomba aguada” homemade tacos. No, this burning pain is that from a screwdriver being driven into his stomach. Cholo is speechless, the air has left his lungs… He looks down where he is being stabbed and then back up to Spyder who holds on to Cholo to make sure he doesn’t back up. Cholo tries to fight back, choke him perhaps but El Spyder begins to drive the screwdriver repeatedly into Cholo’s gut. Cholo grows weaker by the second, blood spills out of his mouth as he falls to his knees. Spyder holds him up with his left hand by his chin before finally releasing the screwdriver, living it in.
El Spyder: Did you really think we would fall for that stupid trick by the cops? I OWN HALF THE POLICE FORCE IN EL PASO PUTO!
He shoves Cholo’s face and he falls limply to the floor; a pool of blood starting to spread almost right away.
El Spyder: All you had to do was take some photos, sign some autographs, say thank you… Be grateful for offing that cabron that killed your papi and your mami… But no, instead, you get to join them in heaven…
Cholo begins to fade.
El Spyder: Wait! Say hi to Joker for me eh?
His eyes close.
When they re-open, he is no longer laying on the hallway but in a surgical bed, his whole torso is exposed as doctors and nurses work diligently on his multiple wounds. An oxygen mask covers most of his face, his eyes are glazed over, but looking upwards, at the light of the operating room. He reaches up with his hand which quickly prompts the medical staff to stop and watch in awe as he’s supposed to be out. He begins to whisper something, and the main surgeon leans in, trying to make out his words.
Cholo: Mami… Papi…. I’m coming.
Cholo then smiles as he sees his parents ‘in the light’, both wearing white clothing, reaching out to him with opened arms… He then hears his mother’s angelic voice…
Mama Cholo: Ven mi Cholito, ven… We can be together again.
Before the doctor can react, Cholo’s arm drops, his eyes close but his smile remains. The heart monitor fails, the flatline sound is heard as the bright light engulfs everything again.
Papa Cholo: But not yet mi’jo…. Not yet… We love you… CLEAR!
The bright light fades, and we’re back in the surgery room with the doctor trying as hard as he can to revive Cholo. She shocks him time and time again until he finally wakes up, opening his eyes wide and gasping for air as he sits up.
But he is no longer in the operating room; he is back in the jail cell. He looks around confused AF and quickly takes off his white t-shirt to look for puncture wounds but finds none.
Cholo: What is going on?!
But before he gets his answer, he gets a jump scared by the same guards from before who tap the jail cell with their night sticks. Cholo gets to his feet, breathing heavily and is at a loss for words.
Guard: Morning sunshine, it’s time to go! You have two options; we stop by claims to get your belongings or we may mail them to you, one day perhaps, but you’ll get to go straight to the shuttle which will take you to Harris County where you’ll spend the next thirty years of your ‘intercontinental’ life. Whatcha wanna do?
Cholo doesn’t think twice about his answer.
Cholo: The shuttle… take me to the damn shuttle.
Cholo sticks his hands out of the jail cell so he can be handcuffed.
Guard: Smart choice.
The guard says, as he winks, not a Cholo, but at us, breaking the fourth wall like Cholo normally does.
El Closing Shoot – Present Time
You didn’t think Cholo was done yet, did you amigo?
Nah, it’s time to forget the championships and the reigns and their titles… Cholo is here to tell you that his championship is staying right here with him and he will be the one advancing to the next round of the Cup.
Because when you take away everything that comes with you and Cholo, when you take away your fanfare, your glitz and glamour… Take away Cholo’s ladies and his party lifestyle and the children he fights for… When you strip us down to the bare wrestling facts, because when that bell rings, that is what this is all about CJ, you are simply outmatched. You might think of yourself as a technician or a submissionist and even a mix of the two with a bit of a brawler sprinkled in, but Cholo is the total package… You’re five foot nothing, one hundred and eighty pounds of nothing while Cholo is two hundred and forty pounds of pure wrestling machine… There is nothing that Cholo can’t do inside the squared circle, and he has proven it time and time again. He will gladly do it one more time against one of the best TPW has to offer.
Again, not arrogant. Just confident. Oozing with machismo if you will.
Now here is some Latin knowledge for you, amigo… As great as you are, as “fooking distinguished” as you might be, Cholo knows he can outwrestle you and this night will not be your night… Eminem sings “Kings Never Die…” in your theme song... Maybe not, but in this round, you will fall… king.
Check mate.
Cholo: What do you mean Cholo has to go to jail?!
Paco: Relax mi’jo, it’s just for one night, for appearances you know? The next day they’ll move you to another facility where you’ll spend your time in solitary.
Cholo: WHAT?! I’m going to kill you tio!
We pick up right where we left off last episode, with Paco and Cholo inside of the SWAT vehicle with officer Willis after he and El Paso police department staged Cholo’s capture for the murder of the man who killed his parents. The vehicle is parked inside the Reeves County Detention Complex in Pecos, Texas.
Paco: Relax! That’s just the story we’re feeding everyone in the detention center, from guards to inmates. But all the ‘mareros’ the police caught, including El Spyder, will stay there for a long time, for reals.
Cholo: I don’t know tio, spending the night in jail is not going to look good in my resume.
Paco: It’s all pretend pendejo!
Officer Willis: Yeah, you know, like in wrestling.
He snickers but both turn quickly to face him and if looks could kill, officer Willis just got crucified. He looks away and goes back to minding his business.
Paco: Cerote… Anyway, it’s just a means to an end, you want to move on with your life, don’t you? Put this behind you?
Cholo: Yes, of course.
Paco: Well do this then, and you can.
Cholo: Alright, I’m game.
Paco: Orale!
Officer Willis handcuffs him again and even puts a black hood over his head, which he struggles with a bit because of Cholo’s afro. Once he is secured he knocks on the doors of the vehicle and the double metal doors swing open, engulfing them in a bright light.
El Mid Shoot – Present Day
CJ O’Donnell, Bienvenido… Welcome to the big time… Welcome to the main event of Monday Night Brawl… Welcome to the World’s Greatest Wrestling Federation!
Can you feel it CJ? No, Cholo is not talking about the effects of that green leaf this tournament is named after gives, but rather, that feeling of excitement… You get to make your debut under the biggest spotlight of the night, in the main event against The Intercontinental Champion “Cholo” Giovanni Santana…Can you feel it? Because Cholo can feel it and he is sure the fans are feeling it, whether they are going to be there live or watching at home… They know this is a big one, and the excitement is real amigo.
Maybe Cholo is feeling it more than you are because this match is taking place in his home state of Texas! Sure, El Paso is just over six hours away from Dallas, but make no mistake about it, this is Cholo’s home and that is going to be MI GENTE out there that night, cheering for yours truly to not only win our match…. But win the whole “fooking” thing.
Forgive Cholo for cursing, but like he said, to steal a word from my cousins, he’s MUCHO excited.
This is your first tournament too, isn’t it? Well that just adds on to the pressure now, doesn’t it? Perhaps it’s not excitement that you’re feeling in the pit of your stomach but butterflies? Is it getting to be a little too heavy for you, amigo? Are you now realizing just how big this match is? No disrespect to the other wrestlers in the first round, but this match right here is the biggest of the round… We have champion vs. champion and man, let’s talk about your championship.
You’re holding a title with a lot of prestige CJ, but because it is the name of the championship, not because of its legacy or what you have been able to do with it up to now… After all, you just won this title a few weeks ago, didn’t you? You are just starting your reign… You defeated someone named Aaron Warthog for the title, a man who had not won a single title before that right? He just recently became a decent competitor after being consider a joke wrestler from a backyard promotion, right? Hey, no judgement here… My good friend Peter Vaughn came from a backyard promotion and look at him now… My primos The Malvado Brothers came from that same promotion and look at them now… So, you beating him could be consider a big win, maybe an upset, maybe not… But you also already defended your title once, so no one can say you winning the title was a fluke… Now your opponent’s name escapes me but from what I heard; he is already on his way out TPW…. But nothing you can do about that; we can only beat those who are put in front of us right? Cholo will come back to this later, but safe to say amigo that one day, your title reign and the title itself may be ‘prestigious’, but right now, Cholo be the one that holds a title with a lot of prestige because that is what he has brought to the Intercontinental championship. What you are looking at right now is the most coveted title in all the WGWF… and Cholo understand that may come across as being a little arrogant, or a lot, but Cholo is anything but arrogant… Cholo is the humblest person you will ever meet, and not just in WGWF but the whole wrestling world period… So then why say that right? Well, let Cholo explain there is a difference between speaking arrogantly, and speaking confidently with facts that back up Cholo’s claim.
Cholo understands that the WGWF has a World Heavyweight Championship, but it is a championship that is stained with blood and controversy… Peter Vaughn was in a helluva run, and Cholo’s was second to his, but now that he has lost it, and in the way that he did, well… As much as Cholo loves J-Mont, his win is tainted, his win has an asterisk, and frankly, that just depreciates that championship…
Cholo also understands this promotion has a Television championship… But that is engulfed in Sonya Benson’s stench, smeared with her dirty fingerprints that will take more than Clorox wipes mixed with acid to remove and while Kim Riddle will bring respectability to that title, she has a long way to go…
Lastly, Cholo understands that this federation has the tag team championships… Shout out to my good friend Toddy for making those titles mean something… But after her initial run with her pineapple loving husband Austin Ramsey, those titles have become like hot potatoes, being passed around from hands to hands like cheap putas on the Las Vegas strip… Will Terry Marshall and Space Lord bring stability to those titles? Maybe, maybe not, challengers are already lining up to take them…
But Cholo’s title is as pure and clean as fresh fallen snow… Cholo’s title reign is long, strong, hard and for once, there is no double entendre intended here by Cholo! Cholo’s title reign has been the longest of any title in the modern era of WGWF! But it has been a hard road to travel CJ, make no mistake about it… Nothing has been handed to Cholo, every single win has been earned… The Intercontinental title is prestigious because Cholo has made it so, with hard work, and as cliché as it may sound, he has elevated it to new levels with his blood, sweat and tears… By Cholo being a fighting champion and taking all commers regardless of who they may be, how tall their pedigree is or how hated or loved they are, the title has become coveted by all…
Now, despite all of that, some may say that Cholo has only been a champion because of circumstance, because when facing Cholo some opponents have failed to ‘show up’ like they normally would or like they used to… but to those people Cholo says, whether his opponents bring it or not, Cholo brings everything he has each and every time! He shows up night in and night out because that is what a champion does! Besides, Cholo can only fight, and defeat, those that are put in front of him as well… There is the call back.
But also, those that have the huevos enough to challenge him…
But that’s not you, is it CJ? No senor, you are only getting this title shot because you happened to be paired up against Cholo in the first round and our jefe Chris Page is so confident in Cholo’s abilities that he is willing to put the championship on the line against someone who is not even in the promotion… Can your boss say that? Is your boss allowing that? Is this a title for title match? No, of course it isn’t… It’s clear to Cholo that whether it is Terry or Jerry or Mary or Larry or long lost half Cuban primo Alejandro… Alejandry? Or two r’s? Anyway… None of the Marshalls have the confidence in you, that Chris Page, the one and only, has on “Cholo” Giovanni Santana.
The most prestigious Intercontinental champion in WGWF history.
In Cholo’s humble opinion, as always.
So here is your big chance CJ.
Excited yet?
Arriba!
Back to the story…
The morning after, Cholo wakes up in a cold jail cell, after what was probably the worst sleepless night of his life… He simply couldn’t sleep due to the awful bed, the humidity of the cell or from the noises… Oh the noises, the cat calls from nearby cellmates about fresh meat and mamacitas to the sounds of people getting beat up or worst, to sounds of… well… he rather not even remember those. He sits up and then turns, putting his bare feet on the cold cement floor. He shudders. He then gets up and does a few stretches before dropping to the floor and doing a few sets of push-ups and then a few sets of sit-ups that lead into a brief morning work-out that gets interrupted by a couple of guards who tap the jail cell with their night sticks. Cholo stops, wiping his brow as he turns to face them.
Guard: Morning sunshine, it’s time to go. You have two options; we stop by claims to get your belongings or we may mail them to you, one day perhaps, but you’ll get to go straight to the shuttle which will take you to Harris County where you’ll spend the next thirty years of your ‘prestigious’ life.
Cholo thinks on this and opts for getting his stuff, he has a lot of valuables, starting with his afro pick that was gifted to him by someone special. He sticks his hands out of the jail cell so he can be handcuffed by the other guard, and once his wrists are secured, he gets told to back up as the first guard asks on the radio to have his cell unlocked. After a few seconds, a buzzing sound is heard and Cholo’s door slides open. Cholo steps out and walks down the hallway of the second floor of general population. He sees the inmates all staring at him from across the way or the nearby cells. Cholo looks down at the tables below and no one is out yet, just the guards who also look up to him briefly before going about their business. They make a right turn into a long hallway and once they reach the end of it, you can go either right or left. They go left, into another hallway without any cells, just doors, and once they get halfway through the hallway the guards stop Cholo and tell him to stay here for a moment. The guard then gets on the radio again and asks for two doors to be opened. One of them opens behind them, and the guards go in but tell Cholo to stay put. Cholo wonders what’s going on, but then another door opens and out steps….
Cholo: Spyder…
Spyder: El Spyder if you don’t mind vato, worked hard to get my name… Like a doc you know? “It’s not Mister. it’s Doctor.”
He says this last part in a very robotic voice. Cholo doesn’t say anything, instead looks back at the door where the guards went into as it has been closed. Cholo turns back around only to feel a sensation in his stomach he has never felt before… Not even when he tried Paco’s “chili con carne bomba aguada” homemade tacos. No, this burning pain is that from a screwdriver being driven into his stomach. Cholo is speechless, the air has left his lungs… He looks down where he is being stabbed and then back up to Spyder who holds on to Cholo to make sure he doesn’t back up. Cholo tries to fight back, choke him perhaps but El Spyder begins to drive the screwdriver repeatedly into Cholo’s gut. Cholo grows weaker by the second, blood spills out of his mouth as he falls to his knees. Spyder holds him up with his left hand by his chin before finally releasing the screwdriver, living it in.
El Spyder: Did you really think we would fall for that stupid trick by the cops? I OWN HALF THE POLICE FORCE IN EL PASO PUTO!
He shoves Cholo’s face and he falls limply to the floor; a pool of blood starting to spread almost right away.
El Spyder: All you had to do was take some photos, sign some autographs, say thank you… Be grateful for offing that cabron that killed your papi and your mami… But no, instead, you get to join them in heaven…
Cholo begins to fade.
El Spyder: Wait! Say hi to Joker for me eh?
His eyes close.
When they re-open, he is no longer laying on the hallway but in a surgical bed, his whole torso is exposed as doctors and nurses work diligently on his multiple wounds. An oxygen mask covers most of his face, his eyes are glazed over, but looking upwards, at the light of the operating room. He reaches up with his hand which quickly prompts the medical staff to stop and watch in awe as he’s supposed to be out. He begins to whisper something, and the main surgeon leans in, trying to make out his words.
Cholo: Mami… Papi…. I’m coming.
Cholo then smiles as he sees his parents ‘in the light’, both wearing white clothing, reaching out to him with opened arms… He then hears his mother’s angelic voice…
Mama Cholo: Ven mi Cholito, ven… We can be together again.
Before the doctor can react, Cholo’s arm drops, his eyes close but his smile remains. The heart monitor fails, the flatline sound is heard as the bright light engulfs everything again.
Papa Cholo: But not yet mi’jo…. Not yet… We love you… CLEAR!
The bright light fades, and we’re back in the surgery room with the doctor trying as hard as he can to revive Cholo. She shocks him time and time again until he finally wakes up, opening his eyes wide and gasping for air as he sits up.
But he is no longer in the operating room; he is back in the jail cell. He looks around confused AF and quickly takes off his white t-shirt to look for puncture wounds but finds none.
Cholo: What is going on?!
But before he gets his answer, he gets a jump scared by the same guards from before who tap the jail cell with their night sticks. Cholo gets to his feet, breathing heavily and is at a loss for words.
Guard: Morning sunshine, it’s time to go! You have two options; we stop by claims to get your belongings or we may mail them to you, one day perhaps, but you’ll get to go straight to the shuttle which will take you to Harris County where you’ll spend the next thirty years of your ‘intercontinental’ life. Whatcha wanna do?
Cholo doesn’t think twice about his answer.
Cholo: The shuttle… take me to the damn shuttle.
Cholo sticks his hands out of the jail cell so he can be handcuffed.
Guard: Smart choice.
The guard says, as he winks, not a Cholo, but at us, breaking the fourth wall like Cholo normally does.
El Closing Shoot – Present Time
You didn’t think Cholo was done yet, did you amigo?
Nah, it’s time to forget the championships and the reigns and their titles… Cholo is here to tell you that his championship is staying right here with him and he will be the one advancing to the next round of the Cup.
Because when you take away everything that comes with you and Cholo, when you take away your fanfare, your glitz and glamour… Take away Cholo’s ladies and his party lifestyle and the children he fights for… When you strip us down to the bare wrestling facts, because when that bell rings, that is what this is all about CJ, you are simply outmatched. You might think of yourself as a technician or a submissionist and even a mix of the two with a bit of a brawler sprinkled in, but Cholo is the total package… You’re five foot nothing, one hundred and eighty pounds of nothing while Cholo is two hundred and forty pounds of pure wrestling machine… There is nothing that Cholo can’t do inside the squared circle, and he has proven it time and time again. He will gladly do it one more time against one of the best TPW has to offer.
Again, not arrogant. Just confident. Oozing with machismo if you will.
Now here is some Latin knowledge for you, amigo… As great as you are, as “fooking distinguished” as you might be, Cholo knows he can outwrestle you and this night will not be your night… Eminem sings “Kings Never Die…” in your theme song... Maybe not, but in this round, you will fall… king.
Check mate.
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