Post by The Golden Idolo on Nov 6, 2022 11:36:49 GMT -5
Lázaro sits on a black steel chair in the middle of his wrestling ring in his garage, his head hangs low, hair dripping of sweat.
“I don’t know what it’s going to take, Poppy… You fought through so much adversity and I am stuck floundering around acting like I could tie your damn laces.”
Lázaro shakes his head.
“I train non-stop and I have battled my way to opportunity after opportunity, but this road I travel down is riddled with obstacles that aim to derail me at every turn… There’s no stop in me though, Poppy. I HAVE to show all of these perros what your’s and abuelo’s blood, sweat, and tears paved the way for… You believed in me to fulfill my destiny of raising our family name to that next level…”
“I figured I’d find you here, Lazo…”
Lázaro stands up, startled by the woman walking toward the ring.
“Vandalia…”
A slight smile appears on Vandalia’s angelic face.
“Your desert rose has returned, my love.”
Lázaro shakes a finger at Vandalia.
“It has been 5 long years, V… You can’t just waltz back into my life calling me your… Your love, just like that.”
“Now don’t be soooo dramatic, Lazo… I’ve been keeping an eye on you and your little journey to El Dorado… How’s that going for you, by the way?”
Lázaro stands up and looks down at her from the ring.
“I have been tearing it up on CruiserClash, if you’ve been paying attention to me, then you’d see that.”
Vandalia climbs to the apron and stands directly in front of Lázaro.
“Lazo… I have seen you throw away chance after chance, sure you’re high lighting LUCHA out there, but you’re failing to bring it home when it matters most. If YOU don’t see that, then you need to take your head out of the sand, sweety… Now, I’m not bringing with me a magic wand that’s going to fix your funk, but I promise you…”
Vandalia rubs Lázaro's ’s left cheek.
“You need me.”
Lázaro meets eyes with Vandalia, really taking in what she’s suggesting.
“I need to fix this…”
“Mami’s home… We got this…”
From behind Vandalia, Izzy stands in the doorway.
“Mama!”
Our feed changes over to Lázaro sitting in the back of Paco’s taco truck, holding his father’s lucha mask.
“Azurine Vebbins… I'm a proud Latino and Chica, even I have issues translating whatever ramblings come out of your mouth. You're a single brain cell away from being declared brain dead, if that Cancel Culture from Jill Park didn't already do you in. You and I have squared off before…"
"Order up!"
Paco hands a box of tacos out his window and Lázaro shrugs him off.
"August 22nd… A La Mosca Dorada and a Sacrificio De Oro is all it took, chica. October 10th… Super CruiserClash Karlie ate EGD, but it was The Golden Idolo walking out with his hand held high. This coming CruiserClash will be no different for you, Azurine. I’m finding a new path to my destiny and I’m using YOU, which let’s be honest here, you are already used to, since so many others have surpassed you on their way to glory before me… But I’m using our match as the battleground to plant my flag of intent. The Golden Idolo is going to right his path and this coming CruiserClash, the entire CruiserClash roster is going to bear witness. I’m done playing with little girls who want to pretend to be contenders… I’m done fighting with cult leaders and dementia patients who have no comprehension of their reality… I’m done screaming at the top of my lungs about what LUCHA means to me, mi familia, and our heritage… It is about time I start forcing you all to see what LUCHA means to this business!”
“Order up!”
Another satisfied customer walks away with food.
“La Lucha Es Vida… Lucha is Life… La Lucha Es La Muerte… Lucha is Death… El Golden ídolo Es Para Siempre! The Golden Idolo is FOREVER!”
Lázaro stares with pure intensity into the camera.
“Azurine, for my blood… I WILL FIND MY PATH AGAIN!”
Lázaro smirks.
“It’s not personal… It’s just familia business…”
“I don’t know what it’s going to take, Poppy… You fought through so much adversity and I am stuck floundering around acting like I could tie your damn laces.”
Lázaro shakes his head.
“I train non-stop and I have battled my way to opportunity after opportunity, but this road I travel down is riddled with obstacles that aim to derail me at every turn… There’s no stop in me though, Poppy. I HAVE to show all of these perros what your’s and abuelo’s blood, sweat, and tears paved the way for… You believed in me to fulfill my destiny of raising our family name to that next level…”
“I figured I’d find you here, Lazo…”
Lázaro stands up, startled by the woman walking toward the ring.
“Vandalia…”
A slight smile appears on Vandalia’s angelic face.
“Your desert rose has returned, my love.”
Lázaro shakes a finger at Vandalia.
“It has been 5 long years, V… You can’t just waltz back into my life calling me your… Your love, just like that.”
“Now don’t be soooo dramatic, Lazo… I’ve been keeping an eye on you and your little journey to El Dorado… How’s that going for you, by the way?”
Lázaro stands up and looks down at her from the ring.
“I have been tearing it up on CruiserClash, if you’ve been paying attention to me, then you’d see that.”
Vandalia climbs to the apron and stands directly in front of Lázaro.
“Lazo… I have seen you throw away chance after chance, sure you’re high lighting LUCHA out there, but you’re failing to bring it home when it matters most. If YOU don’t see that, then you need to take your head out of the sand, sweety… Now, I’m not bringing with me a magic wand that’s going to fix your funk, but I promise you…”
Vandalia rubs Lázaro's ’s left cheek.
“You need me.”
Lázaro meets eyes with Vandalia, really taking in what she’s suggesting.
“I need to fix this…”
“Mami’s home… We got this…”
From behind Vandalia, Izzy stands in the doorway.
“Mama!”
Our feed changes over to Lázaro sitting in the back of Paco’s taco truck, holding his father’s lucha mask.
“Azurine Vebbins… I'm a proud Latino and Chica, even I have issues translating whatever ramblings come out of your mouth. You're a single brain cell away from being declared brain dead, if that Cancel Culture from Jill Park didn't already do you in. You and I have squared off before…"
"Order up!"
Paco hands a box of tacos out his window and Lázaro shrugs him off.
"August 22nd… A La Mosca Dorada and a Sacrificio De Oro is all it took, chica. October 10th… Super CruiserClash Karlie ate EGD, but it was The Golden Idolo walking out with his hand held high. This coming CruiserClash will be no different for you, Azurine. I’m finding a new path to my destiny and I’m using YOU, which let’s be honest here, you are already used to, since so many others have surpassed you on their way to glory before me… But I’m using our match as the battleground to plant my flag of intent. The Golden Idolo is going to right his path and this coming CruiserClash, the entire CruiserClash roster is going to bear witness. I’m done playing with little girls who want to pretend to be contenders… I’m done fighting with cult leaders and dementia patients who have no comprehension of their reality… I’m done screaming at the top of my lungs about what LUCHA means to me, mi familia, and our heritage… It is about time I start forcing you all to see what LUCHA means to this business!”
“Order up!”
Another satisfied customer walks away with food.
“La Lucha Es Vida… Lucha is Life… La Lucha Es La Muerte… Lucha is Death… El Golden ídolo Es Para Siempre! The Golden Idolo is FOREVER!”
Lázaro stares with pure intensity into the camera.
“Azurine, for my blood… I WILL FIND MY PATH AGAIN!”
Lázaro smirks.
“It’s not personal… It’s just familia business…”
