Post by senorvinnie on Oct 29, 2017 12:13:38 GMT -5
Senor Vinnie’s debut
The camera cuts in on a scene where we see a figure sitting on a stool on stage plucking away on a guitar, his eyes are focused upon his fingers as they touch the snares on the guitar. After a few moments we hear some soft whisper like singing
“Es hora de cantar,
Sobre el hombre de amor
Que canta como solo el mariachi
Porque yo soy el hombre...
Porque yo soy el hombre..."
(translation: It’s time for me to sing
About the man of love
That sings like only the mariachi would
Because I am the man.....
Because I am the man…..)
He suddenly stops, scratches his forehead as he doesn’t like the lyrics and puts the guitar down, he gets off the stool and walks around the stage as he scratches his raspy bearded chin.
“It’s so greasy that it would win over the hearts of every fucking mouse that is running around here for some left over cheese from three days ago. I need to get into the hearts of the women damnit… I’m a Mariachi!! I have the pride of the entire nation of Mexico behind me. I should have been playing at the F1 Grand Prix in Mexico City instead of that…., that…., Hardwell guy. Who in the fuck is he anyways??”
He scratches his head, looking at a sign that says “talent tryout, looking for new talent”
“They are looking for talent? I’ve been here for three minutes, it should have been enough for them to understand that when I put on my sombrero, that I am just undeniably sexy??”
He runs his hand through his hair as if he is a fashion model, looking down upon the guy that is mopping the floor around the stage. Rolling his eyes as he sees a grease stain somewhere on his suit as he reluctantly taps him on the shoulder before wiping off his fingers to his own pants.
“Lo siento, perdiste un lugar”
The guy looks up at him, taking his ipod headset out of his ears as we hear Justin Timberlake coming out of his headset. Causing the figure to roll his eyes.
“What did you say man??”
“Lo siento, perdiste un lugar!!!”
The guy looks at him confused, scratching his head before looking back at the man on stage.
“Nah man, I’m sorry. I don’t understand a word from your lingo”
“I said I’m sorry, you missed a spot!!”
The kid, barely older than 25 looks around and sees a huge stain on the ground next to one of the few tables. One of the ashtrays had fallen and had made a huge mess on the floor.
“Gracias man…”
“Pensé que no entiende Español??”(I thought you didn’t understood Spanish??)
“What dude?? I don’t undersand anything from your lingo man…. Stop harassing me with it will ya?? Jeez”
The figure slaps his head with his hand, shaking his head before turning his attention back to his stool. He is about to grab his guitar again as he is trying to play some more music when we suddenly hear his cellphone go off. He looks at the message that he has received and begins to grin.
“Finally, I’m being booked!! Fuck this joint!!”
He scrolls down the message on his phone when he suddenly stops grinning and scratches his head.
“Weapon 23??? What kind of club is that?? I mean seriously, I am not like Antonio fucking Bandera’s as he had some guns in his guitar cases. I’m a RRREEAALLLLL Mariachi and I’m not down with shooting bullets at me. I already hate those rotten tomatoes and I have a sensitive skin.”
He sends back a message, asking what the location of Weapon 23 is, anticipating an answer when suddenly a strange phone number calls him.
“Hello?”
The man listens to the person on the other side of the phone, hearing a female voice explain what the message was all about as he slowly starts to drop his jaw. After a few moments he face palms his face before slowly dropping it downwards.
“I…. see…..”
The other person on the phone hangs up as he slowly sits down and looks at the camera as if the world has crumbled down before his eyes.
“Damn you Vinnie…., not again!!”
The shot reopens as we see the man in the gym pounding away at a punching bag, driving heavy fists into the bag before turning his attention to the camera as he heard them approach him. His look is not one of a happy camper as he punches the punching bag one more time and then turns towards the bottle of water.
“You came here for a word or two I reckon??”
The camera crew nods their head as the figure grabs the bottle and splashes it across his face before taking a drink from it.
“I’ll be honest, after a few attempts at some places that I’ve been in, I thought that I have seen it all. I guess I was wrong, I guess taking a new life as a Mariachi singer would bring me some peace of mind. Not that I speak a fucking word Spanish, HE convinced me that it would be a perfect fit for us”
The camera crew stays focused on the man as we see the water drip from his face onto the floor. He grabs a towel as he dries up his face.
“Let’s start a music career he said, let’s be a Mariachi… I know a few words Spanish he said. Let’s buy a sombrero and suit and earn millions he said!! But no, instead of being the richest man in the world, I am playing in some bars where the most expensive wine is made out of water!”
He tries to compose himself, realizing that he is on camera and doesn’t want to make a bad impression.
“But obviously the guy just wanted us to wrestle again, it’s just like him. Giving up after a few weeks and he gets desperate…. But I’m sticking to our plan!! Obviously we never signed a contract to make this….”
Suddenly the camera man shows him a signed contract scanned in on a tablet as Vinnie finally stops midsentence. Recognizing the autograph that was used to be his underneath the contract.
“Son of a …..”
He turns around and bumps into a wall that is close to him. Dropping backwards as he holds his head for a few moments before getting back up to his feet. Showing a sickening smile on his face before turning his attention back to the camera crew.
“Hola amigo’s, como estas??”
“Forgive me, I’m no longer used to talking English against you fools, but I try to make an exception. Señor Vinnie is my name, Mariachi is my game. Entertaining the Señoritas with the strings of Amor… Si!!!”
He pretends to be playing a guitar with his fingers as he is shaking his hips rather uncontrollable, seemingly believing that he has the hips that don’t lie. But merely having the hips that are as stiff as a plank. He finally turns his attention back to the camera after playing some more “Air Mariachi Guitar”. Smiling as he waves his fingers in front of the camera as if he is a magician.
“And my alter ego, plain and simple boring loser Vinnie does not need to cry so much. I mean seriously, if you have the ability to be at the top of two multi million dollar industries. Then why would I just waste this perfectly sculptured love making machine of a body on merely playing guitar?? There’s more to me than just merely singing the softest and most sensual tunes ever heard since….. Puss in Boots in that famous Shrek movie. Boy I do love some Spanish talking kitties”
“It’s the way of life, it’s the way of how I should be living my life as well as endorsing my career as a multitalented individual. And what better than to be in the company they invited me into?? This company of Ground Zero Wrestling Association?? Just whispering those words make me want to sing once more…. Ai caramba..…..”
He whispers the words Ai caramba into the crowd as he attempts to caress his cheek rather sensually, but obviously in front of the camera it looks much more differently than he had in mind. He stares suddenly into the camera with his dark eyes and a sinister grin emerges.
“Sometimes you need your La Familia to assist you in life, but before you mistaken yourself thinking that there are real bloodlines running into this place… Then I must sadly disappoint you my little gringo’s. There is none of that…, I am talking about La Familia…, that wishes to do the best for those who are in need for those who care for them!! And Thank you for this opportunity my Señorita’s. My grattitude will come very soon”
He turns his attention away from the camera, walking out of the gym as he is walking through the hallway to the locker room. There he opens his bag and grabs his shampoo and towel while undressing. He stares at the camera and grins.
“Now, you wouldn’t want to expose too much of a world class superstar now would you?? Think of all the publications posted on the internet? It would harm my status as a man of the people…”
He throws the towel over the camera, after a few moments the cameraman takes off the towel. Only to see that Señor Vinnie has left and vanished into the shower.
Several moments later we return where we see Señor Vinnie sitting down in a beat down Cadillac Eldorado, what has rust stains on the side of the doors, signs of having bumped into a few times too often into another car or even a pole. The bumper is hanging on only because of being ducktaped to the car. A few lights are obviously missing and he has stains on the leather seats that all have different colors of leather on them. He is playing his guitar as he is wearing a cheap Hawaiian shirt that is barely covering his body, he is wearing white pants and sandals on his feet. He is wearing cheap plastic sunglasses and is biting on a straw, playing on a guitar that is obviously not fine tuned as it sounds terrible
“God I love the attention I’m getting from all these bums, jealous of my wealth and riches”
The camera spans around and sees people laughing and pointing at him before walking off as the camera slowly turns back to Señor Vinnie.
“It’s like they try to hide everything that they don’t have in envy for me, because I’m a wealthy man. I’m a star studded individual that just made GZWA just a five star company over night. And I didn’t had to wrestle for it to do so, now isn’t that class?? And now that the time is there to make a classical example out of everyone, I will have to do so against the mystery of Weapon number 23… oh excuse me, weapon 23. It’s so easily to confuse that with the classical tune of Mumbo No 5 that I just had to add something to it to make the weapon of his choosing so much more interesting. I mean, I have to fight the mystery that is Weapon 23, that will reveal it’s mystery to the world to see as who he truly is”
“Now you are wondering, will this effect me?? The Mariachi?? The Señor Vinnie of every possible imitation that would soon try to steal my copyright? Of course it will make me wonder whether he is a man or not…, whether he knows a wrestling from a guitar pick. Whether he knows the thin line of whether it should be on the night where I will debut?”
“For I ask you all my gringo’s, are you thinking what I’m thinking?? I know, I’m clearly not number two to GZWA attempt to revive a Doctor Evil into Weapon 23… I’m not the man that will lay down for the weapon of his own choice, I do hope though that it won’t be a Machete. Machete’s hurt you know? They can cut you so fast and hard, that it would make my perfect skin really hurt. Not to think about all the cuts that I may end up having, scars aren’t really good for my established name you know??”
A wheel cap falls off one of the tires of Señor Vinnie’s car, who is clearly unaware of it as he continues his rambling about his opponent.
“Will he be a masked wrestler?? Will he wear face paint?? Will he be a bad guy from the streets of Cuba and talk funny?? Well I’m sure that he isn’t a Vato to me man. Oh no, because if he were, I would have known man. But no, he is a mystery man. So let’s just run down all the mysteries that we all know man. Big Foot…, Loch Ness, oh and that Japanese lizard guy that has some movies about him too. You know King Kong!!”
He chuckles as he clearly knows that this isn’t the name for Godzilla, only makes fun of the wrestler that he is going to be facing at his debut.
“I’m going to treat you like every other loco that I will be facing 23…, you see I don’t really give a shit who you truly are. It is only a sign that you are just another example of a coward that needs to hide before he gets into the arena. Just puts a big question mark in front of his face, so nobody will recognize. Afraid that the internet trolls of the web will find out who he truly is, perhaps some people still get money from him, perhaps he is wanted in the other states around the country and is just too chicken shit to leave his house”
“Is this how they treat their stars these days?? Oh wait, clearly you are just another groupie that is wanted for trying to get into the bedroom of Dannie DeVito and his Mamasita!! Now I understand that it must be hard for you to hide in the shadows, keep your identity low as everyone is tracking your IP address every time you log onto your little phone while serving the net. But at least you could have done better than coming up with the nickname W23?? Seriously are you insane in the membrain??”
“How are you going to be preparing yourself for me?? Look at me man. Soon I will be drinking champagne with the greats of the greats as they are begging for my autograph. While you are already going to be searching for a new gimmick to return to the ring with in like 3 years?? Not even showing up a bio is not cool man, it is just a slap in the face to an artist that can’t perform under stress like this man”
He puts his hand to his face, taking off his sunglasses and stares at them before grabbing a dirty hanky.
“I knew I had to clean this shit up, you see man. I have a busy lifestyle, I need to get to my manicure appointment at three. Then I have to get my hair done, because every five days or so I need to have it all cleaned up. You know how it is if the spotlights flash me too often, that the hair sacks of your skull ultimately start to create grey hairs man. And I’m only 26!!”
“Now I know that you probably will not believe me, but I do feel like one for sure!! And when you are not even in the peak of your condition, then it is quite understandable that you take care of yourself before there’s another pop sensation from the border of this fine country. We all saw the last drug addict from Canada singing that he’s sorry for some chica, that is not the way it should be!! No man, I’m the man that will polish off everyone that will dare to stand in my way holmes.”
He looks at his hand as he extend it in front of his face, spreading his fingers as he attempts to see whether they are clean or not.
“But I guess for a hyped up debut and semi important return…, I will have to lower my standards to a second class citizen and even lower type of athlete. At least I hope you are one and not some fat lard coming from Kentucky or something. I mean seriously, did you know that they fried chickens over there?? Incredible!!!”
He pretends not to know the fast food chain that is known all over the world as KFC, he drops his hand and puts his sungasses back onto his face and looks cool.
“But you can sleep well my amigo, I will keep up my part of the bargain that is expected from me in GZWA. So you can be relieved that this match will be at least a 4 star match, something I’m sure that has never happened into your career huh?? No need to thank me man, but it is something that needs to be done to at least give a lower card prospect the hope of one day knock on the doors of the mid carders and ask them for borrowing some change. Because that’s what I am for people!! I already should be getting a Nobel price of international peace… I bring worlds and people together man and I do it while playing music and beating down bums like you man. And don’t feel sorry for my words of choice that I’m using, because I will forgive you for being such an ignorant little weapon”
“I do wonder though, why didn’t you go for something much cooler? I mean, I understand that Winnie the Pooh was taken, that 007 was something too far out of your reach. But weapon23?? It’s like Project get my foot out of your stinking mouth that I used back in kindergarten. Seriously man, I thought I was going to be facing someone dangerous, but I guess baby day care was too full of morons like you so they had to find something better for you to do?? Not on my watch!!”
“Oh no gringo, I’m going to beat the shit out of you. I know that these type of threats are too easily countered, for those who actually use a brain instead of just watching reruns of Al Bundy clearing out his ears… then they would know that threats are just like that… words. But not me man, I’m going to beat the shit out of you for pulling me out of my beauty sleep one hour earlier. I should have been at least around the main event!! It will cause my eyes to swell up if I don’t have enough time to rest. Then I have to cancel my dentist appointment, because let’s be honest. I have to be facing you, thankfully I will be wearing my teeth protection, I don’t want to find out that you ran off with some of my fillings you know!!”
“But most of all, I’m going to be beating you down because I don’t believe in weapons to be the answer to any solution for anything. Especially being a coward like you man, you are yellow man. You are chicken man, not even fried and sure as hell not with tomatoes man. While me?? I’m the guy that is not only going to walk to that ring and steal the oohs and the aahs of the people. I’m going to walk into the hearts and cheers of everyone out there that remember the man of the people. Because they too are La Familia man!! Something that you have to deal with when the bell has rang and until the moment comes that I will be announced as the victor of your return. The return that will shortly overshadowed by the debut win of Señor Vinnie!! Man of the people…. Gracias…”
With that the shot fades as Señor Vinnie continues to play the guitar and grins at the camera.
The camera cuts in on a scene where we see a figure sitting on a stool on stage plucking away on a guitar, his eyes are focused upon his fingers as they touch the snares on the guitar. After a few moments we hear some soft whisper like singing
“Es hora de cantar,
Sobre el hombre de amor
Que canta como solo el mariachi
Porque yo soy el hombre...
Porque yo soy el hombre..."
(translation: It’s time for me to sing
About the man of love
That sings like only the mariachi would
Because I am the man.....
Because I am the man…..)
He suddenly stops, scratches his forehead as he doesn’t like the lyrics and puts the guitar down, he gets off the stool and walks around the stage as he scratches his raspy bearded chin.
“It’s so greasy that it would win over the hearts of every fucking mouse that is running around here for some left over cheese from three days ago. I need to get into the hearts of the women damnit… I’m a Mariachi!! I have the pride of the entire nation of Mexico behind me. I should have been playing at the F1 Grand Prix in Mexico City instead of that…., that…., Hardwell guy. Who in the fuck is he anyways??”
He scratches his head, looking at a sign that says “talent tryout, looking for new talent”
“They are looking for talent? I’ve been here for three minutes, it should have been enough for them to understand that when I put on my sombrero, that I am just undeniably sexy??”
He runs his hand through his hair as if he is a fashion model, looking down upon the guy that is mopping the floor around the stage. Rolling his eyes as he sees a grease stain somewhere on his suit as he reluctantly taps him on the shoulder before wiping off his fingers to his own pants.
“Lo siento, perdiste un lugar”
The guy looks up at him, taking his ipod headset out of his ears as we hear Justin Timberlake coming out of his headset. Causing the figure to roll his eyes.
“What did you say man??”
“Lo siento, perdiste un lugar!!!”
The guy looks at him confused, scratching his head before looking back at the man on stage.
“Nah man, I’m sorry. I don’t understand a word from your lingo”
“I said I’m sorry, you missed a spot!!”
The kid, barely older than 25 looks around and sees a huge stain on the ground next to one of the few tables. One of the ashtrays had fallen and had made a huge mess on the floor.
“Gracias man…”
“Pensé que no entiende Español??”(I thought you didn’t understood Spanish??)
“What dude?? I don’t undersand anything from your lingo man…. Stop harassing me with it will ya?? Jeez”
The figure slaps his head with his hand, shaking his head before turning his attention back to his stool. He is about to grab his guitar again as he is trying to play some more music when we suddenly hear his cellphone go off. He looks at the message that he has received and begins to grin.
“Finally, I’m being booked!! Fuck this joint!!”
He scrolls down the message on his phone when he suddenly stops grinning and scratches his head.
“Weapon 23??? What kind of club is that?? I mean seriously, I am not like Antonio fucking Bandera’s as he had some guns in his guitar cases. I’m a RRREEAALLLLL Mariachi and I’m not down with shooting bullets at me. I already hate those rotten tomatoes and I have a sensitive skin.”
He sends back a message, asking what the location of Weapon 23 is, anticipating an answer when suddenly a strange phone number calls him.
“Hello?”
The man listens to the person on the other side of the phone, hearing a female voice explain what the message was all about as he slowly starts to drop his jaw. After a few moments he face palms his face before slowly dropping it downwards.
“I…. see…..”
The other person on the phone hangs up as he slowly sits down and looks at the camera as if the world has crumbled down before his eyes.
“Damn you Vinnie…., not again!!”
The shot reopens as we see the man in the gym pounding away at a punching bag, driving heavy fists into the bag before turning his attention to the camera as he heard them approach him. His look is not one of a happy camper as he punches the punching bag one more time and then turns towards the bottle of water.
“You came here for a word or two I reckon??”
The camera crew nods their head as the figure grabs the bottle and splashes it across his face before taking a drink from it.
“I’ll be honest, after a few attempts at some places that I’ve been in, I thought that I have seen it all. I guess I was wrong, I guess taking a new life as a Mariachi singer would bring me some peace of mind. Not that I speak a fucking word Spanish, HE convinced me that it would be a perfect fit for us”
The camera crew stays focused on the man as we see the water drip from his face onto the floor. He grabs a towel as he dries up his face.
“Let’s start a music career he said, let’s be a Mariachi… I know a few words Spanish he said. Let’s buy a sombrero and suit and earn millions he said!! But no, instead of being the richest man in the world, I am playing in some bars where the most expensive wine is made out of water!”
He tries to compose himself, realizing that he is on camera and doesn’t want to make a bad impression.
“But obviously the guy just wanted us to wrestle again, it’s just like him. Giving up after a few weeks and he gets desperate…. But I’m sticking to our plan!! Obviously we never signed a contract to make this….”
Suddenly the camera man shows him a signed contract scanned in on a tablet as Vinnie finally stops midsentence. Recognizing the autograph that was used to be his underneath the contract.
“Son of a …..”
He turns around and bumps into a wall that is close to him. Dropping backwards as he holds his head for a few moments before getting back up to his feet. Showing a sickening smile on his face before turning his attention back to the camera crew.
“Hola amigo’s, como estas??”
“Forgive me, I’m no longer used to talking English against you fools, but I try to make an exception. Señor Vinnie is my name, Mariachi is my game. Entertaining the Señoritas with the strings of Amor… Si!!!”
He pretends to be playing a guitar with his fingers as he is shaking his hips rather uncontrollable, seemingly believing that he has the hips that don’t lie. But merely having the hips that are as stiff as a plank. He finally turns his attention back to the camera after playing some more “Air Mariachi Guitar”. Smiling as he waves his fingers in front of the camera as if he is a magician.
“And my alter ego, plain and simple boring loser Vinnie does not need to cry so much. I mean seriously, if you have the ability to be at the top of two multi million dollar industries. Then why would I just waste this perfectly sculptured love making machine of a body on merely playing guitar?? There’s more to me than just merely singing the softest and most sensual tunes ever heard since….. Puss in Boots in that famous Shrek movie. Boy I do love some Spanish talking kitties”
“It’s the way of life, it’s the way of how I should be living my life as well as endorsing my career as a multitalented individual. And what better than to be in the company they invited me into?? This company of Ground Zero Wrestling Association?? Just whispering those words make me want to sing once more…. Ai caramba..…..”
He whispers the words Ai caramba into the crowd as he attempts to caress his cheek rather sensually, but obviously in front of the camera it looks much more differently than he had in mind. He stares suddenly into the camera with his dark eyes and a sinister grin emerges.
“Sometimes you need your La Familia to assist you in life, but before you mistaken yourself thinking that there are real bloodlines running into this place… Then I must sadly disappoint you my little gringo’s. There is none of that…, I am talking about La Familia…, that wishes to do the best for those who are in need for those who care for them!! And Thank you for this opportunity my Señorita’s. My grattitude will come very soon”
He turns his attention away from the camera, walking out of the gym as he is walking through the hallway to the locker room. There he opens his bag and grabs his shampoo and towel while undressing. He stares at the camera and grins.
“Now, you wouldn’t want to expose too much of a world class superstar now would you?? Think of all the publications posted on the internet? It would harm my status as a man of the people…”
He throws the towel over the camera, after a few moments the cameraman takes off the towel. Only to see that Señor Vinnie has left and vanished into the shower.
Several moments later we return where we see Señor Vinnie sitting down in a beat down Cadillac Eldorado, what has rust stains on the side of the doors, signs of having bumped into a few times too often into another car or even a pole. The bumper is hanging on only because of being ducktaped to the car. A few lights are obviously missing and he has stains on the leather seats that all have different colors of leather on them. He is playing his guitar as he is wearing a cheap Hawaiian shirt that is barely covering his body, he is wearing white pants and sandals on his feet. He is wearing cheap plastic sunglasses and is biting on a straw, playing on a guitar that is obviously not fine tuned as it sounds terrible
“God I love the attention I’m getting from all these bums, jealous of my wealth and riches”
The camera spans around and sees people laughing and pointing at him before walking off as the camera slowly turns back to Señor Vinnie.
“It’s like they try to hide everything that they don’t have in envy for me, because I’m a wealthy man. I’m a star studded individual that just made GZWA just a five star company over night. And I didn’t had to wrestle for it to do so, now isn’t that class?? And now that the time is there to make a classical example out of everyone, I will have to do so against the mystery of Weapon number 23… oh excuse me, weapon 23. It’s so easily to confuse that with the classical tune of Mumbo No 5 that I just had to add something to it to make the weapon of his choosing so much more interesting. I mean, I have to fight the mystery that is Weapon 23, that will reveal it’s mystery to the world to see as who he truly is”
“Now you are wondering, will this effect me?? The Mariachi?? The Señor Vinnie of every possible imitation that would soon try to steal my copyright? Of course it will make me wonder whether he is a man or not…, whether he knows a wrestling from a guitar pick. Whether he knows the thin line of whether it should be on the night where I will debut?”
“For I ask you all my gringo’s, are you thinking what I’m thinking?? I know, I’m clearly not number two to GZWA attempt to revive a Doctor Evil into Weapon 23… I’m not the man that will lay down for the weapon of his own choice, I do hope though that it won’t be a Machete. Machete’s hurt you know? They can cut you so fast and hard, that it would make my perfect skin really hurt. Not to think about all the cuts that I may end up having, scars aren’t really good for my established name you know??”
A wheel cap falls off one of the tires of Señor Vinnie’s car, who is clearly unaware of it as he continues his rambling about his opponent.
“Will he be a masked wrestler?? Will he wear face paint?? Will he be a bad guy from the streets of Cuba and talk funny?? Well I’m sure that he isn’t a Vato to me man. Oh no, because if he were, I would have known man. But no, he is a mystery man. So let’s just run down all the mysteries that we all know man. Big Foot…, Loch Ness, oh and that Japanese lizard guy that has some movies about him too. You know King Kong!!”
He chuckles as he clearly knows that this isn’t the name for Godzilla, only makes fun of the wrestler that he is going to be facing at his debut.
“I’m going to treat you like every other loco that I will be facing 23…, you see I don’t really give a shit who you truly are. It is only a sign that you are just another example of a coward that needs to hide before he gets into the arena. Just puts a big question mark in front of his face, so nobody will recognize. Afraid that the internet trolls of the web will find out who he truly is, perhaps some people still get money from him, perhaps he is wanted in the other states around the country and is just too chicken shit to leave his house”
“Is this how they treat their stars these days?? Oh wait, clearly you are just another groupie that is wanted for trying to get into the bedroom of Dannie DeVito and his Mamasita!! Now I understand that it must be hard for you to hide in the shadows, keep your identity low as everyone is tracking your IP address every time you log onto your little phone while serving the net. But at least you could have done better than coming up with the nickname W23?? Seriously are you insane in the membrain??”
“How are you going to be preparing yourself for me?? Look at me man. Soon I will be drinking champagne with the greats of the greats as they are begging for my autograph. While you are already going to be searching for a new gimmick to return to the ring with in like 3 years?? Not even showing up a bio is not cool man, it is just a slap in the face to an artist that can’t perform under stress like this man”
He puts his hand to his face, taking off his sunglasses and stares at them before grabbing a dirty hanky.
“I knew I had to clean this shit up, you see man. I have a busy lifestyle, I need to get to my manicure appointment at three. Then I have to get my hair done, because every five days or so I need to have it all cleaned up. You know how it is if the spotlights flash me too often, that the hair sacks of your skull ultimately start to create grey hairs man. And I’m only 26!!”
“Now I know that you probably will not believe me, but I do feel like one for sure!! And when you are not even in the peak of your condition, then it is quite understandable that you take care of yourself before there’s another pop sensation from the border of this fine country. We all saw the last drug addict from Canada singing that he’s sorry for some chica, that is not the way it should be!! No man, I’m the man that will polish off everyone that will dare to stand in my way holmes.”
He looks at his hand as he extend it in front of his face, spreading his fingers as he attempts to see whether they are clean or not.
“But I guess for a hyped up debut and semi important return…, I will have to lower my standards to a second class citizen and even lower type of athlete. At least I hope you are one and not some fat lard coming from Kentucky or something. I mean seriously, did you know that they fried chickens over there?? Incredible!!!”
He pretends not to know the fast food chain that is known all over the world as KFC, he drops his hand and puts his sungasses back onto his face and looks cool.
“But you can sleep well my amigo, I will keep up my part of the bargain that is expected from me in GZWA. So you can be relieved that this match will be at least a 4 star match, something I’m sure that has never happened into your career huh?? No need to thank me man, but it is something that needs to be done to at least give a lower card prospect the hope of one day knock on the doors of the mid carders and ask them for borrowing some change. Because that’s what I am for people!! I already should be getting a Nobel price of international peace… I bring worlds and people together man and I do it while playing music and beating down bums like you man. And don’t feel sorry for my words of choice that I’m using, because I will forgive you for being such an ignorant little weapon”
“I do wonder though, why didn’t you go for something much cooler? I mean, I understand that Winnie the Pooh was taken, that 007 was something too far out of your reach. But weapon23?? It’s like Project get my foot out of your stinking mouth that I used back in kindergarten. Seriously man, I thought I was going to be facing someone dangerous, but I guess baby day care was too full of morons like you so they had to find something better for you to do?? Not on my watch!!”
“Oh no gringo, I’m going to beat the shit out of you. I know that these type of threats are too easily countered, for those who actually use a brain instead of just watching reruns of Al Bundy clearing out his ears… then they would know that threats are just like that… words. But not me man, I’m going to beat the shit out of you for pulling me out of my beauty sleep one hour earlier. I should have been at least around the main event!! It will cause my eyes to swell up if I don’t have enough time to rest. Then I have to cancel my dentist appointment, because let’s be honest. I have to be facing you, thankfully I will be wearing my teeth protection, I don’t want to find out that you ran off with some of my fillings you know!!”
“But most of all, I’m going to be beating you down because I don’t believe in weapons to be the answer to any solution for anything. Especially being a coward like you man, you are yellow man. You are chicken man, not even fried and sure as hell not with tomatoes man. While me?? I’m the guy that is not only going to walk to that ring and steal the oohs and the aahs of the people. I’m going to walk into the hearts and cheers of everyone out there that remember the man of the people. Because they too are La Familia man!! Something that you have to deal with when the bell has rang and until the moment comes that I will be announced as the victor of your return. The return that will shortly overshadowed by the debut win of Señor Vinnie!! Man of the people…. Gracias…”
With that the shot fades as Señor Vinnie continues to play the guitar and grins at the camera.