Post by Gabriela Luna on Jun 26, 2017 4:58:19 GMT
Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico
Sometime in May
Gabriela sits perched upon the top turnbuckle, looking out at the ring. The gym is battered, small, and dusty, almost more of a storage space, and the ring has seen better days. The tape on the ropes is peeling and weathered, the mat is discolored with stains that no wash will remove, and even the air seems to hang heavy with a dry, choking weight. She stays crouched on the turnbuckle, eyes tracing each splotch and streak on the mat, almost as if she's tracing the outline of some great hidden image.
From behind her, a voice echoes out in the silence of the training facility. "Finding what you're looking for? If you know what you're looking for?" Gabriela looks back to see a man in a mask with a fiery design streaming from the eyes walking towards her, rolling his neck casually. She can't help but smirk, shaking her head as she turns back toward the ring. He hops up on the apron casually, tilting his head to the side as he takes a few steps towards her on the apron. "What, no words from Miss American Hot-Shot? I'm surprised."
Gabriela finally speaks, her voice more subdued than normal. "Orale, Infiernito. Watch what you say. And in English, too. No shame. En este templo, los tradiciones de lucha libre son respetados. Y este máscara. Didn't you lose your mask? You walk around the wrong part of town flashing that..."
He laughs, shaking his head. "No, no. I didn't lose my mask. The other guy did. Angel de Misericordia. Was too much of a mouthful anyhow." The other luchador uses the ropes to leap over the top and land on his feet, facing the perched Gabriela with a confident smirk on his face. "Nah, you were on TV, and then...boom. I tried to figure out where you went. Nadie que sabe donde te eran."
Gabriela shrugs, shifting her perch slightly so she's sitting on the turnbuckle instead of planting her feet on it. Her legs idly swing, tapping the second turnbuckle with her feet once, twice as she speaks. "Been around. Spent a week en el D.F. Easy to lose yourself in that many people, si? I wanted to get lost, so I got lost."
"Yeah, but you?" the luchador shakes his head. "Me, I get. They tell me 'Infierno, get lost' all the time. You? You always hated being in the crowd. Mostly because your cula pequeña couldn't pull yourself out." Gabriela shoots him a death glare, but he continues speaking. "But really? El D.F.? What's so important you had to go to México to find it?"
"Un revelación." Gabriela replies simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Infierno shakes his head, blinking a few times beneath his mask, but Gabriela hops off the turnbuckle, slowly beginning to take step after step. "Well, not really a revelation. More like...a moment of clarity." she pauses, looking up at Infierno's stunned expression, and grins. "What? I go to confession. I do bad things, but I kinda feel bad about it most of the time. I know, I know: me? Feel bad? Believe it, Fuego Chicano." she chuckles again as Infierno bristles. "Still can't believe you wanted to call yourself that..."
"It's catchy!" he protests, shaking his head. "Okay, okay. So say I believe you. You took weeks off, from the place you swore up and down was your dream job, just to come home and have a spiritual moment? No mames. What's really going on?"
Gabriela puts her hands up. "It's the truth. I went, I visited La Virgén, I took a bit of time and I caught back up with myself. Los gringos, guey, they got me seein' things. In New Orleans, right before I fought Eternity? Thought I saw some crazy old man, talkin' about death. I got hit in the head so much, I didn't know what was up and what was down. They knocked me loose. I just had to knock back, get a hand with it." she smiles, reaching the other turnbuckle. "So I did."
Infierno nods, cracking his neck. "Alright. So you had a religious experience. Now, when you going back? Shit gettin' real boring without mi chica to spice things up." He leans against the ropes. "Or you just gonna give it up and become a nun like tu mamá wanted?"
Gabriela shakes her head, grinning. "Sooner than you think. And no, I ain't gonna be a nun." she begins listing things off on her fingers. "Nuns can't drink. Nuns can't smoke. Nuns can't swear. Nuns can't fuck. And I'm pretty sure nuns can't wrestle. Besides, that's a tough habit to get rid of." Infierno freezes in his tracks before groaning, clutching his forehead as Gabriela cackles maliciously. "Gotcha! Now, you want to really help me?"
Infierno looks over at her, still groaning. "Does it involve you never making a pun like that again?"
Gabriela shrugs, bouncing on the soles of her feet. "Help me practice and it might. No promises, though." Infierno nods, pulling his shirt off, and Gabriela gives an appreciative whistle before the two circle each other slowly. Just as they pick up the pace, charging each other, we cut to black, leaving their cries of battle echoing in our ears.
Sometime in May
Gabriela sits perched upon the top turnbuckle, looking out at the ring. The gym is battered, small, and dusty, almost more of a storage space, and the ring has seen better days. The tape on the ropes is peeling and weathered, the mat is discolored with stains that no wash will remove, and even the air seems to hang heavy with a dry, choking weight. She stays crouched on the turnbuckle, eyes tracing each splotch and streak on the mat, almost as if she's tracing the outline of some great hidden image.
From behind her, a voice echoes out in the silence of the training facility. "Finding what you're looking for? If you know what you're looking for?" Gabriela looks back to see a man in a mask with a fiery design streaming from the eyes walking towards her, rolling his neck casually. She can't help but smirk, shaking her head as she turns back toward the ring. He hops up on the apron casually, tilting his head to the side as he takes a few steps towards her on the apron. "What, no words from Miss American Hot-Shot? I'm surprised."
Gabriela finally speaks, her voice more subdued than normal. "Orale, Infiernito. Watch what you say. And in English, too. No shame. En este templo, los tradiciones de lucha libre son respetados. Y este máscara. Didn't you lose your mask? You walk around the wrong part of town flashing that..."
He laughs, shaking his head. "No, no. I didn't lose my mask. The other guy did. Angel de Misericordia. Was too much of a mouthful anyhow." The other luchador uses the ropes to leap over the top and land on his feet, facing the perched Gabriela with a confident smirk on his face. "Nah, you were on TV, and then...boom. I tried to figure out where you went. Nadie que sabe donde te eran."
Gabriela shrugs, shifting her perch slightly so she's sitting on the turnbuckle instead of planting her feet on it. Her legs idly swing, tapping the second turnbuckle with her feet once, twice as she speaks. "Been around. Spent a week en el D.F. Easy to lose yourself in that many people, si? I wanted to get lost, so I got lost."
"Yeah, but you?" the luchador shakes his head. "Me, I get. They tell me 'Infierno, get lost' all the time. You? You always hated being in the crowd. Mostly because your cula pequeña couldn't pull yourself out." Gabriela shoots him a death glare, but he continues speaking. "But really? El D.F.? What's so important you had to go to México to find it?"
"Un revelación." Gabriela replies simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Infierno shakes his head, blinking a few times beneath his mask, but Gabriela hops off the turnbuckle, slowly beginning to take step after step. "Well, not really a revelation. More like...a moment of clarity." she pauses, looking up at Infierno's stunned expression, and grins. "What? I go to confession. I do bad things, but I kinda feel bad about it most of the time. I know, I know: me? Feel bad? Believe it, Fuego Chicano." she chuckles again as Infierno bristles. "Still can't believe you wanted to call yourself that..."
"It's catchy!" he protests, shaking his head. "Okay, okay. So say I believe you. You took weeks off, from the place you swore up and down was your dream job, just to come home and have a spiritual moment? No mames. What's really going on?"
Gabriela puts her hands up. "It's the truth. I went, I visited La Virgén, I took a bit of time and I caught back up with myself. Los gringos, guey, they got me seein' things. In New Orleans, right before I fought Eternity? Thought I saw some crazy old man, talkin' about death. I got hit in the head so much, I didn't know what was up and what was down. They knocked me loose. I just had to knock back, get a hand with it." she smiles, reaching the other turnbuckle. "So I did."
Infierno nods, cracking his neck. "Alright. So you had a religious experience. Now, when you going back? Shit gettin' real boring without mi chica to spice things up." He leans against the ropes. "Or you just gonna give it up and become a nun like tu mamá wanted?"
Gabriela shakes her head, grinning. "Sooner than you think. And no, I ain't gonna be a nun." she begins listing things off on her fingers. "Nuns can't drink. Nuns can't smoke. Nuns can't swear. Nuns can't fuck. And I'm pretty sure nuns can't wrestle. Besides, that's a tough habit to get rid of." Infierno freezes in his tracks before groaning, clutching his forehead as Gabriela cackles maliciously. "Gotcha! Now, you want to really help me?"
Infierno looks over at her, still groaning. "Does it involve you never making a pun like that again?"
Gabriela shrugs, bouncing on the soles of her feet. "Help me practice and it might. No promises, though." Infierno nods, pulling his shirt off, and Gabriela gives an appreciative whistle before the two circle each other slowly. Just as they pick up the pace, charging each other, we cut to black, leaving their cries of battle echoing in our ears.
Que tal, IWF? Been a while, yeah? Betcha you're wonderin' why I've been so quiet. Ain't my style, right? Why wouldn't I be runnin' my mouth about the chance to be Diamonds Champion, without Alexis Caffrey and Paige Garcia's little bullshit anger management class ruining things? Well, it's easy: nobody fuckin' told me this was going to happen until this week.
I got left off the UK tour. Okay, I get it. Not everyone gets to come with. But then they tell me I gotta be ready for a title match. Say I had it comin' because of the shit that went down at Motor City Mayhem. Nice advance warning, assholes! I had to pull my ass out of the middle of Mexico, get my shit in order, hell, I practically had to punch out half the consulate to get my visa. But I got it. You know wh'y? Because y'all are right: moment I heard I got my chance at Pandora Freeman, I had a thousand fuckin' things running through my head, and y'all know how I talk: you gotta kill me to shut me up. Eternity couldn't do it. Pan, girl...you ain't doin' it either.
Now, props. You won the big one, at the big one. You're lucky it was Paige and not me you had to deal with, though. Alexis Caffrey bought your ass one hell of a save...but it just came up, and now you an' me, we gonna have the match we shoulda had a month ago. Tear this shit up nice and proper, hit 'em so fast they heads spinnin' like one of them little fidget things. Put on a fuckin' fight, claro.
I ain't been all here, I gotta confess. Eternity knocked my lights loose. But you...girl, your lights were always loose. You like it that way, swingin' around like some kind of fucked-up rave. You like it weird, you like it scary. That's why you're jockin' Spike Kane, right? You fuck with danger, so you fuck with danger. I get it. I know what the rush is like, more than you do. See, I ain't got time for hope. Hope's a maybe. Hope's a could be. I got time for is, I got time for guarantees, right here, right now, turn it up and kick the fuckin' knob off, blast it loud and proud kinda shit. Nos no bailamos despacito este noche, got me?
All will be well. You keep spoutin' that shit off like it makes a difference. Girl, I promise you, you ain't changing shit. Your boy? Es un hijo de puta. Always was, always will be. Just 'cause he's put it in his pants long enough to get you out of yours, don't mean it ain't comin' back. People like that, they don't change. People ain't good. They're vicious, self-centered pieces of shit. I seen it all my life, and I...I ain't got the time you apparently got. You try to nurse all these fuckin' lunatics. Helena Sawyer, Spike Kane, anyone you can get your hands on with a cracked brain and nice abs, you think you can fix them. News flash, girl: they ain't worth fixin'. Focus on what matters. What matters right now is that title you got. I know it. That's why I'm takin' it.
Last time I wrestled...shit, it's been a long time. Too fuckin' long. But you and me, we were partners. This time, we ain't partners. I ain't your friend here, no matter how nice you are outside the ring. Ring ain't no place for that. I'm walkin' into Bloody Assizes for that title, and I'm takin' it from you. Don't matter what you say, don't matter what you do. I still got a whole lot of fuck you left for the world, and this is the best way I got to let it all out. Maybe when you're layin' on the mat, holdin' yourself, you can tell yourself all will be well.
Me? I'ma be holdin' the proof that my life's gonna be more than well. It's gonna be fan-fuckin'-tastic. Come at me, vata. I ain't gonna miss. I got a lot of problems out there, but right now? I got you. And we all recognize that you're the problem here.
Get ready to get solved. ¡ORALE!
I got left off the UK tour. Okay, I get it. Not everyone gets to come with. But then they tell me I gotta be ready for a title match. Say I had it comin' because of the shit that went down at Motor City Mayhem. Nice advance warning, assholes! I had to pull my ass out of the middle of Mexico, get my shit in order, hell, I practically had to punch out half the consulate to get my visa. But I got it. You know wh'y? Because y'all are right: moment I heard I got my chance at Pandora Freeman, I had a thousand fuckin' things running through my head, and y'all know how I talk: you gotta kill me to shut me up. Eternity couldn't do it. Pan, girl...you ain't doin' it either.
Now, props. You won the big one, at the big one. You're lucky it was Paige and not me you had to deal with, though. Alexis Caffrey bought your ass one hell of a save...but it just came up, and now you an' me, we gonna have the match we shoulda had a month ago. Tear this shit up nice and proper, hit 'em so fast they heads spinnin' like one of them little fidget things. Put on a fuckin' fight, claro.
I ain't been all here, I gotta confess. Eternity knocked my lights loose. But you...girl, your lights were always loose. You like it that way, swingin' around like some kind of fucked-up rave. You like it weird, you like it scary. That's why you're jockin' Spike Kane, right? You fuck with danger, so you fuck with danger. I get it. I know what the rush is like, more than you do. See, I ain't got time for hope. Hope's a maybe. Hope's a could be. I got time for is, I got time for guarantees, right here, right now, turn it up and kick the fuckin' knob off, blast it loud and proud kinda shit. Nos no bailamos despacito este noche, got me?
All will be well. You keep spoutin' that shit off like it makes a difference. Girl, I promise you, you ain't changing shit. Your boy? Es un hijo de puta. Always was, always will be. Just 'cause he's put it in his pants long enough to get you out of yours, don't mean it ain't comin' back. People like that, they don't change. People ain't good. They're vicious, self-centered pieces of shit. I seen it all my life, and I...I ain't got the time you apparently got. You try to nurse all these fuckin' lunatics. Helena Sawyer, Spike Kane, anyone you can get your hands on with a cracked brain and nice abs, you think you can fix them. News flash, girl: they ain't worth fixin'. Focus on what matters. What matters right now is that title you got. I know it. That's why I'm takin' it.
Last time I wrestled...shit, it's been a long time. Too fuckin' long. But you and me, we were partners. This time, we ain't partners. I ain't your friend here, no matter how nice you are outside the ring. Ring ain't no place for that. I'm walkin' into Bloody Assizes for that title, and I'm takin' it from you. Don't matter what you say, don't matter what you do. I still got a whole lot of fuck you left for the world, and this is the best way I got to let it all out. Maybe when you're layin' on the mat, holdin' yourself, you can tell yourself all will be well.
Me? I'ma be holdin' the proof that my life's gonna be more than well. It's gonna be fan-fuckin'-tastic. Come at me, vata. I ain't gonna miss. I got a lot of problems out there, but right now? I got you. And we all recognize that you're the problem here.
Get ready to get solved. ¡ORALE!
Well howdy there pardner.