Post by "Cholo" Giovanni Santana on Oct 6, 2023 12:41:02 GMT -5
Cholo wakes up, yawning like any normal person would, stretching his arms out, revealing his amazing physique as he is naked at the moment but you can relax mi gente, you can only see from the waist up. As he adjusts his eyesight, he looks around and realizes he is inside of his personal jet, in his seat-made-into-a-bed-but-back-to-being-a-seat. He becomes deep in thought however, as he doesn’t remember flying anywhere… He looks out the small oval window and sees that the jet is parked in its usual hangar in Vegas, with the nice mountain range showing in the background. He looks right where he can see some of the casinos on the Las Vegas strip, which look completely different during the daytime, even from afar. He brings his hand up to cover his mouth and then rubs his cheek with his index finger as he thinks… The last thing he remembers is celebrating his ‘big’ victory over Emotional Damage up and down the strip with…
Cholo: Alexis!
He shouts as he puts his hand down. That’s Miss Alexis Hunter for those of you not in the know, star of “The Life -ATL”, model, actress, designer and pretty much everything your man wants you to be (according to her bio)… Which fits perfectly with Cholo, as he is for many women, the hombre they wish their men were…
Alexis: Damn baby, you don’t have to shout.
Cholo turns to see her laying on the seat-bed next to him, covered in a silk sheet that silhouettes her curves perfectly as she lays sideways, looking at him, her long hair flowing down like a golden cascade..
Cholo: My bad chica, didn’t mean to wake you… You good?
Alexis: You know I’m good.
She says this with a wink and a smile that sends chills up and down Cholo’s spine.
Cholo: Yes, of course he does…
He lies… He doesn’t remember a thing, just how much did he drink last night? He has never drunk to that extent as his tolerance for alcohol is well documented, but currently, he is stomped… So he plays it off.
Cholo: That was some match celebration huh?
Alexis: Oh yeah papi, we’re perfectly matched, no doubt.
Cholo: No doubt preciosa, but Cholo meant my wrestling match.
Alexis: Wrestling match? What are you talking about? That’s not what we were celebrating last night.
Cholo: oh? We weren’t? Then what were we celebrating?
She sits up, holding the sheet up to her chest to cover herself.
Alexis: Our honeymoon of course babe!
She holds up her hand, revealing the biggest diamond rock Cholo has ever seen in his life, plus a diamond wedding band. He quickly holds up his left hand and looks at the matching band in his finger.
Cholo: ¡¿Pero que diablos es esto?! ¿Cholo? ¿Casado? ¡¡No puede ser!!
Alexis: Say what, now?!
Cholo stands up and his sheet falls to the floor revealing all his ‘power and glory’, as he looks around, now beginning to have a panic attack… he runs towards the door of the jet, which happens to be open and as he steps out, he trips on the first step and stumbles down the stairs to the floor.
Cholo suddenly sits up, waking up from his dream, and at first he appears relieved that he is not married, not that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with the beautiful Alexis Hunter, just, not now. But as he stands up, he realizes he is waking up at a beautiful beach he has been to only once before, Whitehaven, located on Whitsunday Island, Queensland, Australia. He takes a deep breath, and the fresh air feels real, as does the hot sun on his face. He looks down and sees he is wearing white pants and a white guayabera, no shoes, so his toes are deep into the white sand which also feels very real.
Cholo: Okay, not dreaming, cool.
Todrick: I don’t know, this feels like a dream to me.
Cholo raises both eyebrows as he feels a hand caress his shoulder from behind. He turns around, and there he sees Todrick Ramsey, looking the most beautiful he has ever seen her, in a white wedding gown perfect for the beach.
Cholo: Toddy, hi, you look… amazing.
Toddrick: Well, thank you best friend. Wait until you see what I’m wearing tonight.
Cholo: Tonight? What’s tonight?
Toddrick: You’re too funny… Anyway, let’s go, our guests are waiting for the happy couple.
Cholo: Um, this is a little weird. Yes! Sorry, happy couple, right, where is Austin?
Toddrick: He is at the chapel, waiting for us, he’s so happy to be the one marrying us!
Cholo: ¡¿QUE?! ¡¿CASARME YO?! ¡¿TU TAS LOCA?!
Todrick: Woah, calm down babe.
Cholo: *breathing heavily* How can you *pauses* how can we *gasps* but you’re married to Austin!
Todrick: Oh, not no more… he couldn’t stand getting in the way of true love! Oh look, here he comes!
Austin appears wearing an outfit similar to Cholo’s except his is all black.
Austin: There is my brother from another mother! Get in here Cholo!
He sees Cholo, who is completely dumbfounded and hugs him tightly, then whispers in his ear.
Austin: Hey, no hard feelings choosing her over me alright stud? We’ll always have pineapple paradise, right?
Cholo: Pineapple… what?
Cholo faints.
Cholo wakes up for a third time, sitting up, and this time he wears a suit, so right away he knows he is still dreaming somehow.
Cholo: What the hell is going on?
He gets up, not from a bed but from a very vintage looking beige sofa with a matching sofa right across from him with a brown coffee table in between. He looks around and sees a single door leading into this all-white circular room, with a wooden desk sitting in front of 3 tall windows with red drapes. Cholo notices a US flag to the left of the desk standing tall and blue flag that he doesn’t recognize on the right. He looks down at the carpet and does recognize a seal that matches the one on the ceiling.
Cholo: Is that the presidential seal?
He walks towards one of the windows and looks outside, and to his surprise, or perhaps even horror, he sees the Washington monument in the background, and right in front of him the lawn of…
Cholo: The White House?! Is Cholo El Presidente of the United States? The first Latino president?
He Who Should Not Be Named: Hahaha, don’t be silly my brown bear, America would never vote for you… But they don’t mind you being the first partner to The Big Natty Daddy!
Cholo’s body freezes and then he closes his eyes as he mumbles something to himself… He then slowly opens his eyes as he brings his right hand to eye level, and his fears are confirmed as he sees a wedding band on his finger. He turns around slowly and standing right across from him, being flanked by two secret service agents, is the Mecca of Manhood, The President of Pump, and clearly, The President of the United States, The Marvelous One: Mike Mason.
Cholo: We… are… not… partners!
Mason: Did you not see the wedding ring? Who knew that all I needed to lock up the election was for us two to embrace our true nature and become one… We tore down the wall between us Cholo and look at us now! The Oval Office is mine!
Cholo: OURS! Wait, what is Cholo saying?!
Mason: I knew you would come around to the Titan of Tenacity! We’re on top of the World Cholo! You and me, ‘till death do us ‘part!
Cholo: Death you say? That actually sounds pretty good right about now. Peace!
Cholo turns towards a window and then takes a running start. Mason tells his detail to stop him, and they chase after him, but are a few second too late as Cholo cannonballs himself through one of the windows, disappearing out of sight. We hear a ‘thud’ and a ‘crack’ from his body hitting the ground below and some woman screaming in horror.
Priest: Sir, are you okay?
Cholo: Sorry, what?
Cholo wakes up again, but this time he is not laying in a bed anywhere, this time, he really is at a wedding. He is dressed in a black tuxedo, white shirt and yellow bowtie, his favorite color. He is holding hands with his bride to be, but she has her veil down so he cannot see who it is. He takes a deep breath as he looks around, taking in his surroundings. It’s a wedding outdoors, but he is not anywhere near Australia, he is in a country very near his: Costa Rica. He knows this because he sees the Costa Rican flag flying high atop of this very exclusive resort, they find themselves in. He looks at the attendees, probably about a hundred, and on his side he notices Paco, The Malvados, Xavier Lux and so many more of his friends, even Peter Vaughn is here for his special day.
Female voice: Amor, is everything okay?
He recognizes that voice, but it can’t be, can it?
Cholo: Abigail? Is it really you?
Abigail: Who else would it be?
Cholo reaches for the veil and flips it backwards to reveal her beautiful face.
Cholo: It is you.
He kisses her once.
Cholo: Please don’t let this be a dream.
He kisses her again, this time for a very long time, to the point where the priest has to clear his throat and whisper to both.
Priest: Sir, we’re not at that part yet.
But the beautiful moment, too good to be true, gets ruined as a single shot is heard. Screams are heard as the crowd scatters. Cholo and Abigail look up, still embraced, looking towards where the shot came from. A man dressed in raggedy clothes is holding a pistol aimed right at Cholo.
Abigail: Papa? It’s not possible!
Cholo: You’re supposed to be dead maldito!
Abigail’s Father: Do you really think I would let you marry my daughter, cabron?!
He aims the gun at Cholo and fires, Cholo shoves Abigail out of the way and the bullet hits him right in between the shoulder plexus. Sending him flying backwards, falling to the ground. Abigail screams as she quickly kneels in front of him, holding him up, blood flowing from the gunshot wound.
Abigail: No! Mi Cholito!
Cholo looks up and smiles, reaching to her face with his right hand and caresses her cheek.
Cholo: I’m coming mama…
Cholo’s eyes close as he smiles, remembering the only other person ever to call him that.
Cholo wakes up again, still wearing a black suit, minus the yellow bowtie, now he wears a black tie but for the first time today, not only does this not feel like a dream, he is not at wedding, but at a funeral… and despite what just happened in his previous dream, this is not his funeral. He thinks about that last dream, out of the four, that's the one he wishes was a reality minus Abi's father coming back from the dead. He has been getting to know Alexis, he has nothing but love for Toddy, we won't even mention the third 'wedding', but Abigail, if someone ever felt like the one for Cholo, she is it. He sighs deeply and re-focuses, remembering why he is at this funeral. One, that is like no other as there are no flowers, no choir, no priest, no mourners, just a black onyx casket, which is currently closed. The only light in the room comes from a single stained-glass window, which flickers behind it and the sound of rain lets us know there is a storm happening outside. Cholo stands up, walks over to the casket, and runs his hand over it, feeling the smoothness of the casket until he reaches the latch where he can open it. He slowly lifts it up, revealing not a body inside, but just a headshot photograph for one Ragnarök. Cholo looks up and smirks as he tears the photo in half.
Cholo: No more dreams, we’re in the real world now…
El Funeral Shoot
Cholo: Alexis!
He shouts as he puts his hand down. That’s Miss Alexis Hunter for those of you not in the know, star of “The Life -ATL”, model, actress, designer and pretty much everything your man wants you to be (according to her bio)… Which fits perfectly with Cholo, as he is for many women, the hombre they wish their men were…
Alexis: Damn baby, you don’t have to shout.
Cholo turns to see her laying on the seat-bed next to him, covered in a silk sheet that silhouettes her curves perfectly as she lays sideways, looking at him, her long hair flowing down like a golden cascade..
Cholo: My bad chica, didn’t mean to wake you… You good?
Alexis: You know I’m good.
She says this with a wink and a smile that sends chills up and down Cholo’s spine.
Cholo: Yes, of course he does…
He lies… He doesn’t remember a thing, just how much did he drink last night? He has never drunk to that extent as his tolerance for alcohol is well documented, but currently, he is stomped… So he plays it off.
Cholo: That was some match celebration huh?
Alexis: Oh yeah papi, we’re perfectly matched, no doubt.
Cholo: No doubt preciosa, but Cholo meant my wrestling match.
Alexis: Wrestling match? What are you talking about? That’s not what we were celebrating last night.
Cholo: oh? We weren’t? Then what were we celebrating?
She sits up, holding the sheet up to her chest to cover herself.
Alexis: Our honeymoon of course babe!
She holds up her hand, revealing the biggest diamond rock Cholo has ever seen in his life, plus a diamond wedding band. He quickly holds up his left hand and looks at the matching band in his finger.
Cholo: ¡¿Pero que diablos es esto?! ¿Cholo? ¿Casado? ¡¡No puede ser!!
Alexis: Say what, now?!
Cholo stands up and his sheet falls to the floor revealing all his ‘power and glory’, as he looks around, now beginning to have a panic attack… he runs towards the door of the jet, which happens to be open and as he steps out, he trips on the first step and stumbles down the stairs to the floor.
Cholo suddenly sits up, waking up from his dream, and at first he appears relieved that he is not married, not that he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with the beautiful Alexis Hunter, just, not now. But as he stands up, he realizes he is waking up at a beautiful beach he has been to only once before, Whitehaven, located on Whitsunday Island, Queensland, Australia. He takes a deep breath, and the fresh air feels real, as does the hot sun on his face. He looks down and sees he is wearing white pants and a white guayabera, no shoes, so his toes are deep into the white sand which also feels very real.
Cholo: Okay, not dreaming, cool.
Todrick: I don’t know, this feels like a dream to me.
Cholo raises both eyebrows as he feels a hand caress his shoulder from behind. He turns around, and there he sees Todrick Ramsey, looking the most beautiful he has ever seen her, in a white wedding gown perfect for the beach.
Cholo: Toddy, hi, you look… amazing.
Toddrick: Well, thank you best friend. Wait until you see what I’m wearing tonight.
Cholo: Tonight? What’s tonight?
Toddrick: You’re too funny… Anyway, let’s go, our guests are waiting for the happy couple.
Cholo: Um, this is a little weird. Yes! Sorry, happy couple, right, where is Austin?
Toddrick: He is at the chapel, waiting for us, he’s so happy to be the one marrying us!
Cholo: ¡¿QUE?! ¡¿CASARME YO?! ¡¿TU TAS LOCA?!
Todrick: Woah, calm down babe.
Cholo: *breathing heavily* How can you *pauses* how can we *gasps* but you’re married to Austin!
Todrick: Oh, not no more… he couldn’t stand getting in the way of true love! Oh look, here he comes!
Austin appears wearing an outfit similar to Cholo’s except his is all black.
Austin: There is my brother from another mother! Get in here Cholo!
He sees Cholo, who is completely dumbfounded and hugs him tightly, then whispers in his ear.
Austin: Hey, no hard feelings choosing her over me alright stud? We’ll always have pineapple paradise, right?
Cholo: Pineapple… what?
Cholo faints.
Cholo wakes up for a third time, sitting up, and this time he wears a suit, so right away he knows he is still dreaming somehow.
Cholo: What the hell is going on?
He gets up, not from a bed but from a very vintage looking beige sofa with a matching sofa right across from him with a brown coffee table in between. He looks around and sees a single door leading into this all-white circular room, with a wooden desk sitting in front of 3 tall windows with red drapes. Cholo notices a US flag to the left of the desk standing tall and blue flag that he doesn’t recognize on the right. He looks down at the carpet and does recognize a seal that matches the one on the ceiling.
Cholo: Is that the presidential seal?
He walks towards one of the windows and looks outside, and to his surprise, or perhaps even horror, he sees the Washington monument in the background, and right in front of him the lawn of…
Cholo: The White House?! Is Cholo El Presidente of the United States? The first Latino president?
He Who Should Not Be Named: Hahaha, don’t be silly my brown bear, America would never vote for you… But they don’t mind you being the first partner to The Big Natty Daddy!
Cholo’s body freezes and then he closes his eyes as he mumbles something to himself… He then slowly opens his eyes as he brings his right hand to eye level, and his fears are confirmed as he sees a wedding band on his finger. He turns around slowly and standing right across from him, being flanked by two secret service agents, is the Mecca of Manhood, The President of Pump, and clearly, The President of the United States, The Marvelous One: Mike Mason.
Cholo: We… are… not… partners!
Mason: Did you not see the wedding ring? Who knew that all I needed to lock up the election was for us two to embrace our true nature and become one… We tore down the wall between us Cholo and look at us now! The Oval Office is mine!
Cholo: OURS! Wait, what is Cholo saying?!
Mason: I knew you would come around to the Titan of Tenacity! We’re on top of the World Cholo! You and me, ‘till death do us ‘part!
Cholo: Death you say? That actually sounds pretty good right about now. Peace!
Cholo turns towards a window and then takes a running start. Mason tells his detail to stop him, and they chase after him, but are a few second too late as Cholo cannonballs himself through one of the windows, disappearing out of sight. We hear a ‘thud’ and a ‘crack’ from his body hitting the ground below and some woman screaming in horror.
Priest: Sir, are you okay?
Cholo: Sorry, what?
Cholo wakes up again, but this time he is not laying in a bed anywhere, this time, he really is at a wedding. He is dressed in a black tuxedo, white shirt and yellow bowtie, his favorite color. He is holding hands with his bride to be, but she has her veil down so he cannot see who it is. He takes a deep breath as he looks around, taking in his surroundings. It’s a wedding outdoors, but he is not anywhere near Australia, he is in a country very near his: Costa Rica. He knows this because he sees the Costa Rican flag flying high atop of this very exclusive resort, they find themselves in. He looks at the attendees, probably about a hundred, and on his side he notices Paco, The Malvados, Xavier Lux and so many more of his friends, even Peter Vaughn is here for his special day.
Female voice: Amor, is everything okay?
He recognizes that voice, but it can’t be, can it?
Cholo: Abigail? Is it really you?
Abigail: Who else would it be?
Cholo reaches for the veil and flips it backwards to reveal her beautiful face.
Cholo: It is you.
He kisses her once.
Cholo: Please don’t let this be a dream.
He kisses her again, this time for a very long time, to the point where the priest has to clear his throat and whisper to both.
Priest: Sir, we’re not at that part yet.
But the beautiful moment, too good to be true, gets ruined as a single shot is heard. Screams are heard as the crowd scatters. Cholo and Abigail look up, still embraced, looking towards where the shot came from. A man dressed in raggedy clothes is holding a pistol aimed right at Cholo.
Abigail: Papa? It’s not possible!
Cholo: You’re supposed to be dead maldito!
Abigail’s Father: Do you really think I would let you marry my daughter, cabron?!
He aims the gun at Cholo and fires, Cholo shoves Abigail out of the way and the bullet hits him right in between the shoulder plexus. Sending him flying backwards, falling to the ground. Abigail screams as she quickly kneels in front of him, holding him up, blood flowing from the gunshot wound.
Abigail: No! Mi Cholito!
Cholo looks up and smiles, reaching to her face with his right hand and caresses her cheek.
Cholo: I’m coming mama…
Cholo’s eyes close as he smiles, remembering the only other person ever to call him that.
Cholo wakes up again, still wearing a black suit, minus the yellow bowtie, now he wears a black tie but for the first time today, not only does this not feel like a dream, he is not at wedding, but at a funeral… and despite what just happened in his previous dream, this is not his funeral. He thinks about that last dream, out of the four, that's the one he wishes was a reality minus Abi's father coming back from the dead. He has been getting to know Alexis, he has nothing but love for Toddy, we won't even mention the third 'wedding', but Abigail, if someone ever felt like the one for Cholo, she is it. He sighs deeply and re-focuses, remembering why he is at this funeral. One, that is like no other as there are no flowers, no choir, no priest, no mourners, just a black onyx casket, which is currently closed. The only light in the room comes from a single stained-glass window, which flickers behind it and the sound of rain lets us know there is a storm happening outside. Cholo stands up, walks over to the casket, and runs his hand over it, feeling the smoothness of the casket until he reaches the latch where he can open it. He slowly lifts it up, revealing not a body inside, but just a headshot photograph for one Ragnarök. Cholo looks up and smirks as he tears the photo in half.
Cholo: No more dreams, we’re in the real world now…
El Funeral Shoot
Dearly beloved, we, *ahem*, Cholo is not “gathered” here today, to mourn the loss of a loved one or to celebrate the life of someone Cholo cherished… Instead, Cholo is here to give someone the attention he so desperately craved… In the words of Billy “the Kid”, Ragnarok, Cholo is here to “make you famous” …
But is it possible to make Ragnarök famous? As famous as the “Real Untamed Demon” Damage, whom he is no where close to being as famous as? Who is it really that benefits from this partnership, you, or him? Cholo hears your grumbling, you’ve held more gold in WGWF then him… You were the Television champion and one of the few to defeat Sonya Benson, so in your mind perhaps you think you are already famous…
But let’s talk about that Rags… Is it possible to make someone, who has lost everything that made him who he was, including his name, famous? You were known as THE Punisher and you not only carried that name, but you lived it… You were punishing people left and right, but along came Sonya and then your world was turned upside down… and sure, you beat her for the title… You even became part owner of this promotion… But that didn’t last long, did it? You lost your ownership to not only the promotion but your whole identity… You were forced to go away, and when you came back, you tried to come back as Big Pun… but that wasn’t allowed, so that too was taken from you and then you came back as what we know you as today: Ragnarök… You went from being a man who caused fear and inflicted punishment into everyone and anyone, to being this… Norse god that frankly, no one takes seriously, but perhaps only your tag partner… That is a helluva transformation Rags, but deep down inside, you and Cholo know that this is not who you are… You may not know who you are period, but this is definitely not you… So Cholo guesses, to answer his own question, no, he cannot make you famous. But infamous? Ah, that you have done quite well on your own mi enemigo.
Shifting from Famous to Legendary, unlike Johnny Bacchus, who (in his mind) came to make Cholo a legend, Cholo is not here to do that either for you Rags… No one will remember you or your name, whether the three you have changed to or any others you may change into the future… You will be forgotten, after your latest iteration dies in this match… So Cholo is here, simply put, to lay you to rest…
Do understand this, Cholo is not one for the macabre, or the darkness, my house is definitely not black, but just for this one time, Cholo is going to go there, embrace the evil within and say, Rags, welcome to your funeral.
Is Cholo saying he is looking to murder you at the next Brawl? No, of course not… Is he looking to bury you alive? Well, it’s kind of short notice to ask the big jefe to make that match happen, but let’s just say figuratively Cholo is going to bury you and send you back to obscurity where you belong.
You have awakened a version of Cholo we had not seen since he was feuding with Mike Mason, La Bestia was forced to come out then and ‘bury’ the meat head… Sure he was still around after our match, but he was never the same… and if you don’t believe Cholo, simply ask Lexi.
But this isn’t about them, it’s about you and La Bestia… and where you differentiate from Mason is the way you have managed to anger La Bestia… You have made this very personal by going after the very children Cholo is trying to help, innocent children! Plus, you have decided to stick your nose into each of his matches since that first time you came out and said Cholo was ducking you.
Cholo is no quack, puto… He DUCKS nobody!
Cholo has been fighting, and defeating everyone that has been put in front of him from day one, including your tag team partner at the last Brawl. The fact that you couldn’t cut the line or even get ahead on it, has nothing to do with Cholo… Perhaps, you shouldn’t have been wasting your time with Sonya Benson… Perhaps you should have stood up more for yourself, perhaps you should have worked harder at winning matches… Perhaps when you were told you weren’t championship material, you should have proven those doubters wrong… perhaps, perhaps, perhaps… Cholo can go on and on but the truth of the matter is, you didn’t face Cholo before because you simply didn’t have it in you to do so… Honestly man, this match could have happened a few months back, when you lost the tag titles and your partner had to take a hiatus… What stopped you from coming after Cholo then? What stopped you from going on a singles run, climbing the ranks and earning a shot at Cholo’s precious? We all know the answer to that, as there is only one possible answer: you. If this was a Taylor Swift song, you would be singing: “It's me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me.”
Did Cholo just finish his shoot quoting a Taylor Swift song?
Yes he did…
WHY?!
Because he mother – f’n – can, Johnny (chat call back).
But back to you Rags, that’s right, you are your own anti-hero in your story, but do not worry amigo… For Cholo is the hero everyone loves, and he is here to save the day… from the likes of you…
But is it possible to make Ragnarök famous? As famous as the “Real Untamed Demon” Damage, whom he is no where close to being as famous as? Who is it really that benefits from this partnership, you, or him? Cholo hears your grumbling, you’ve held more gold in WGWF then him… You were the Television champion and one of the few to defeat Sonya Benson, so in your mind perhaps you think you are already famous…
But let’s talk about that Rags… Is it possible to make someone, who has lost everything that made him who he was, including his name, famous? You were known as THE Punisher and you not only carried that name, but you lived it… You were punishing people left and right, but along came Sonya and then your world was turned upside down… and sure, you beat her for the title… You even became part owner of this promotion… But that didn’t last long, did it? You lost your ownership to not only the promotion but your whole identity… You were forced to go away, and when you came back, you tried to come back as Big Pun… but that wasn’t allowed, so that too was taken from you and then you came back as what we know you as today: Ragnarök… You went from being a man who caused fear and inflicted punishment into everyone and anyone, to being this… Norse god that frankly, no one takes seriously, but perhaps only your tag partner… That is a helluva transformation Rags, but deep down inside, you and Cholo know that this is not who you are… You may not know who you are period, but this is definitely not you… So Cholo guesses, to answer his own question, no, he cannot make you famous. But infamous? Ah, that you have done quite well on your own mi enemigo.
Shifting from Famous to Legendary, unlike Johnny Bacchus, who (in his mind) came to make Cholo a legend, Cholo is not here to do that either for you Rags… No one will remember you or your name, whether the three you have changed to or any others you may change into the future… You will be forgotten, after your latest iteration dies in this match… So Cholo is here, simply put, to lay you to rest…
Do understand this, Cholo is not one for the macabre, or the darkness, my house is definitely not black, but just for this one time, Cholo is going to go there, embrace the evil within and say, Rags, welcome to your funeral.
Is Cholo saying he is looking to murder you at the next Brawl? No, of course not… Is he looking to bury you alive? Well, it’s kind of short notice to ask the big jefe to make that match happen, but let’s just say figuratively Cholo is going to bury you and send you back to obscurity where you belong.
You have awakened a version of Cholo we had not seen since he was feuding with Mike Mason, La Bestia was forced to come out then and ‘bury’ the meat head… Sure he was still around after our match, but he was never the same… and if you don’t believe Cholo, simply ask Lexi.
But this isn’t about them, it’s about you and La Bestia… and where you differentiate from Mason is the way you have managed to anger La Bestia… You have made this very personal by going after the very children Cholo is trying to help, innocent children! Plus, you have decided to stick your nose into each of his matches since that first time you came out and said Cholo was ducking you.
Cholo is no quack, puto… He DUCKS nobody!
Cholo has been fighting, and defeating everyone that has been put in front of him from day one, including your tag team partner at the last Brawl. The fact that you couldn’t cut the line or even get ahead on it, has nothing to do with Cholo… Perhaps, you shouldn’t have been wasting your time with Sonya Benson… Perhaps you should have stood up more for yourself, perhaps you should have worked harder at winning matches… Perhaps when you were told you weren’t championship material, you should have proven those doubters wrong… perhaps, perhaps, perhaps… Cholo can go on and on but the truth of the matter is, you didn’t face Cholo before because you simply didn’t have it in you to do so… Honestly man, this match could have happened a few months back, when you lost the tag titles and your partner had to take a hiatus… What stopped you from coming after Cholo then? What stopped you from going on a singles run, climbing the ranks and earning a shot at Cholo’s precious? We all know the answer to that, as there is only one possible answer: you. If this was a Taylor Swift song, you would be singing: “It's me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me.”
Did Cholo just finish his shoot quoting a Taylor Swift song?
Yes he did…
WHY?!
Because he mother – f’n – can, Johnny (chat call back).
But back to you Rags, that’s right, you are your own anti-hero in your story, but do not worry amigo… For Cholo is the hero everyone loves, and he is here to save the day… from the likes of you…
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