Post by The Golden Idolo on Sept 4, 2022 13:39:31 GMT -5
“You think you have me all figured out, don’t you Max?”
Mi familia in the background are throwing down some deliciouso street tacos with succulent skirt steak off the grill. Paco manning it, since he’s incapable of much of anything else. I lounge poolside shades on and with a Dos Equis in hand.
“You do one little flash bulb triggering shooting star in our match and now you think you have a grasp of what CruiserClash is all about? You think you understand LUCHA… No, no, essa what I WAS DOING, now that is what sent electricity throughout that crowd out there. They were hanging onto every single innovative move that I was throwing down and all you could do was play the pin breaker puta. You had to bring chaos in hopes that it’d be enough to disrupt the order of it all, so for one glimmer of a second you could capitalize and walk away the victor…”
I shake my head and take a swig of beer..
“But what happened out there, huh? The dust settled and you got caught with a Midnight Mass for the loss… Then I stole the damn show when I hit the most precise suicide dive that Action Wrestling has ever seen…”
I take another drink.
“You couldn’t have that though, could you? You had to try to upstage me… Keyword there, perro is TRY. You can try all you want, but that match showed your biggest flaw, Max…”
I lower my shades and give my own cocky smirk, because I’m better than you, perro.
“You need US in CruiserClash. Dorian and I both agreed, we have no clue what led to you joining OUR roster, but it shined through at Uprising… And here’s the thing… I know it’s probably not often you step out of your delusional world long enough for someone to tell you this… WE DON’T NEED YOU. We don’t need your chaotic nonsense and we don’t need your directionless ass playing an oddball fill-in for those of us who actually want to be here. Unlike you, I have a path to continue on and a Destiny to fulfill. You see, my Road to El Dorado isn’t a myth or a story to be told to children to give them hope in a world full of hopelessness. I’ve dealt with roadblocks along the way, but puta, you’re not a roadblock… You’re not even a ripple in a puddle on my Road to El Dorado.”
Paco places a plate of fajitas on my sidetable and I give him a nod.
“Take a look around here, there’s order, perro… Mi Familia lives in harmony and we make sure we’re all taken care of… But they know who provides for them in this house. I work too damn hard to let some gringo come along and keep me from my prominent climb in Action Wrestling, especially from a puta who couldn’t cut it on the main roster. I am Lucha and I AM CruiserClash, you’re a delusional never was who clings to his chaos and his past endeavors. You see yourself as more important than what you really are and the proof is in the fact that not a single soul has asked where Max Daemon is on Clash… Not a single soul has demanded for you to return to any sort of title picture… Not a single soul has demanded for you to be a face for the company to stand behind… Your ego is blown out of proportion and you haven’t a thing to show for it…”
I sit up in my chair and I take a bite out of my fajita, speaking with my mouth partially full.
“No, go on, I’ll wait for you to bring up your past accomplishments…”
I finish my fajita and I wash it down with my Dos Equis.
“That’s just it, puta, you’re busy looking to the past and I’m an hombre on his way to his DESTINY. You can continue to make loud noises and hope that someone in this company gives a damn about your lot in life now, while I continue to be The Golden Idolo…”
I shrug and give a smirk.
Mi familia in the background are throwing down some deliciouso street tacos with succulent skirt steak off the grill. Paco manning it, since he’s incapable of much of anything else. I lounge poolside shades on and with a Dos Equis in hand.
“You do one little flash bulb triggering shooting star in our match and now you think you have a grasp of what CruiserClash is all about? You think you understand LUCHA… No, no, essa what I WAS DOING, now that is what sent electricity throughout that crowd out there. They were hanging onto every single innovative move that I was throwing down and all you could do was play the pin breaker puta. You had to bring chaos in hopes that it’d be enough to disrupt the order of it all, so for one glimmer of a second you could capitalize and walk away the victor…”
I shake my head and take a swig of beer..
“But what happened out there, huh? The dust settled and you got caught with a Midnight Mass for the loss… Then I stole the damn show when I hit the most precise suicide dive that Action Wrestling has ever seen…”
I take another drink.
“You couldn’t have that though, could you? You had to try to upstage me… Keyword there, perro is TRY. You can try all you want, but that match showed your biggest flaw, Max…”
I lower my shades and give my own cocky smirk, because I’m better than you, perro.
“You need US in CruiserClash. Dorian and I both agreed, we have no clue what led to you joining OUR roster, but it shined through at Uprising… And here’s the thing… I know it’s probably not often you step out of your delusional world long enough for someone to tell you this… WE DON’T NEED YOU. We don’t need your chaotic nonsense and we don’t need your directionless ass playing an oddball fill-in for those of us who actually want to be here. Unlike you, I have a path to continue on and a Destiny to fulfill. You see, my Road to El Dorado isn’t a myth or a story to be told to children to give them hope in a world full of hopelessness. I’ve dealt with roadblocks along the way, but puta, you’re not a roadblock… You’re not even a ripple in a puddle on my Road to El Dorado.”
Paco places a plate of fajitas on my sidetable and I give him a nod.
“Take a look around here, there’s order, perro… Mi Familia lives in harmony and we make sure we’re all taken care of… But they know who provides for them in this house. I work too damn hard to let some gringo come along and keep me from my prominent climb in Action Wrestling, especially from a puta who couldn’t cut it on the main roster. I am Lucha and I AM CruiserClash, you’re a delusional never was who clings to his chaos and his past endeavors. You see yourself as more important than what you really are and the proof is in the fact that not a single soul has asked where Max Daemon is on Clash… Not a single soul has demanded for you to return to any sort of title picture… Not a single soul has demanded for you to be a face for the company to stand behind… Your ego is blown out of proportion and you haven’t a thing to show for it…”
I sit up in my chair and I take a bite out of my fajita, speaking with my mouth partially full.
“No, go on, I’ll wait for you to bring up your past accomplishments…”
I finish my fajita and I wash it down with my Dos Equis.
“That’s just it, puta, you’re busy looking to the past and I’m an hombre on his way to his DESTINY. You can continue to make loud noises and hope that someone in this company gives a damn about your lot in life now, while I continue to be The Golden Idolo…”
I shrug and give a smirk.
