The Road to El Dorado (A Day To Remember)
Oct 9, 2022 13:39:58 GMT -5
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Post by The Golden Idolo on Oct 9, 2022 13:39:58 GMT -5
I stand in my wrestling ring in my garage and I stare up at the Mexican flag hanging on the wall in front of me.
“I thrive on the pride I have for mi familia and for our heritage… Do you understand that, Karlie? I’ve watched you butcher Lucha libre and downplay its insignificance to the sport you feel you’re more superior at…”
I turn around, showing my white Grant a Dream t-shirt showing off mi Mexicana colors and mi pride.
“But in all reality Karlie, you’re just a lost little girl who lives her life in sin, which is laughable if you can rub two brain cells together to think about it. That you, of all people, find yourself having anything to do with a church. Don't you worry though, Chica, mi madre will pray for you.I’ll allow her to pray for your soul, but I will keep her from praying for your body. You see, I am going to beat respect into your body, that NO other lucha has done before me. You've lost to mi lucha familia, but they didn't leave a lasting impression on you. They didn't make sure you knew what Lucha means to this business. They didn't make sure you knew what Lucha means to our heritage. You are abysmal to say the least and no matter the accomplishments you have and whatever stance you have in the community, you Karlie Nash are ignorant and intolerant, which is saying a lot for a young woman of your persuasion. But this isn’t a social commentary, Karlie, this is you disgracing mi familia and I'm going to run your ass over as I stay the course to mi Road to El Dorado… Estupido, puta…"
I shift gears for a second, calm myself before continuing.
"Which brings me to Azurine who I'm doubling back to take out again. She was fiery and she had heart, but it wasn't her day, mi amigos. She was bested and the fact that she's taking part in this match is merely a filler to give her something to do. Mr. Bunga is such a gentleman to pity book her. You two girls can fight forever, but when you share the ring with The Golden Idolo, you will find yourselves outshined and out classed by an hombre who was born for this business. You two obviously grew up playing dress up and putting on plays for your absent padres and your drunkard madres… But I was training for this business… I was training for LUCHA, because that is what mi familia has done for generations! I look at the rest of the luchas in Action Wrestling and I can see why you two are so confident that you’re going to best me.”
I shake a finger at the camera before me.
“But I’m not Papito or Riddler of Lucha World Order… I’m not Toxin or Cinta of Deathstars… I am the son of Paco De Gato… I am the grandson of The Idolo Hector Vicente… They paved the way to Mi Road to El Dorado and even as they rest above, I know I DO THIS FOR THEM! I do this for mi mija! I do this for all of mi familia and our rich HERITAGE! I DO THIS FOR ALL OF LUCHA!”
I hold my shirt out toward the camera.
“You two girls may have fight in you, but you don’t have fight in you that matches the fight of the children of Mexico who didn’t ask for their battle. I stand for them just as well as I give back to all them through my fight for Lucha. They deserve their dreams to be granted and as The Golden Idolo, I am going to do everything in my power to do just that… What do you two stand for besides playing make believe and reaching above your means? Don't you worry your little heads, because The Golden Idolo will help you truly realize who you are and what you are in this business for… Play the putas, because that's what you do best."
I wink to the camera just before we fade out.
“I thrive on the pride I have for mi familia and for our heritage… Do you understand that, Karlie? I’ve watched you butcher Lucha libre and downplay its insignificance to the sport you feel you’re more superior at…”
I turn around, showing my white Grant a Dream t-shirt showing off mi Mexicana colors and mi pride.
“But in all reality Karlie, you’re just a lost little girl who lives her life in sin, which is laughable if you can rub two brain cells together to think about it. That you, of all people, find yourself having anything to do with a church. Don't you worry though, Chica, mi madre will pray for you.I’ll allow her to pray for your soul, but I will keep her from praying for your body. You see, I am going to beat respect into your body, that NO other lucha has done before me. You've lost to mi lucha familia, but they didn't leave a lasting impression on you. They didn't make sure you knew what Lucha means to this business. They didn't make sure you knew what Lucha means to our heritage. You are abysmal to say the least and no matter the accomplishments you have and whatever stance you have in the community, you Karlie Nash are ignorant and intolerant, which is saying a lot for a young woman of your persuasion. But this isn’t a social commentary, Karlie, this is you disgracing mi familia and I'm going to run your ass over as I stay the course to mi Road to El Dorado… Estupido, puta…"
I shift gears for a second, calm myself before continuing.
"Which brings me to Azurine who I'm doubling back to take out again. She was fiery and she had heart, but it wasn't her day, mi amigos. She was bested and the fact that she's taking part in this match is merely a filler to give her something to do. Mr. Bunga is such a gentleman to pity book her. You two girls can fight forever, but when you share the ring with The Golden Idolo, you will find yourselves outshined and out classed by an hombre who was born for this business. You two obviously grew up playing dress up and putting on plays for your absent padres and your drunkard madres… But I was training for this business… I was training for LUCHA, because that is what mi familia has done for generations! I look at the rest of the luchas in Action Wrestling and I can see why you two are so confident that you’re going to best me.”
I shake a finger at the camera before me.
“But I’m not Papito or Riddler of Lucha World Order… I’m not Toxin or Cinta of Deathstars… I am the son of Paco De Gato… I am the grandson of The Idolo Hector Vicente… They paved the way to Mi Road to El Dorado and even as they rest above, I know I DO THIS FOR THEM! I do this for mi mija! I do this for all of mi familia and our rich HERITAGE! I DO THIS FOR ALL OF LUCHA!”
I hold my shirt out toward the camera.
“You two girls may have fight in you, but you don’t have fight in you that matches the fight of the children of Mexico who didn’t ask for their battle. I stand for them just as well as I give back to all them through my fight for Lucha. They deserve their dreams to be granted and as The Golden Idolo, I am going to do everything in my power to do just that… What do you two stand for besides playing make believe and reaching above your means? Don't you worry your little heads, because The Golden Idolo will help you truly realize who you are and what you are in this business for… Play the putas, because that's what you do best."
I wink to the camera just before we fade out.
