Post by Malo on Dec 4, 2023 1:49:28 GMT
The city of Portland, Oregon, greeted El Grande Malo and his ever-reluctant cameraman, John, with a chilly embrace. The December air was crisp, carrying a hint of rain that Portland was known for. Malo, wearing his vibrant mask and wrestling attire, took in a deep breath, savoring the freshness of the Pacific Northwest.
"Ah, Juan, isn't this weather maravilloso?" Malo exclaimed, his breath forming misty clouds in the cool air.
John, bundled up in layers of clothing, scowled. "Malo, how can you possibly enjoy this cold? I thought we left this behind in Nova Scotia."
Malo chuckled, slapping John on the back with a hearty thump. "Juan, you complain too much. The cold is muy bueno! It is making Malo feel alives!"
John muttered something unintelligible, a mixture of discontent and disbelief, as they made their way through the streets of Portland. The eclectic city, known for its vibrant culture and diverse population, seemed to embrace the eccentricity of El Grande Malo.
As they approached the venue for the upcoming taping of Odyssey, John couldn't help but voice his concerns. "Malo, I don't get it. Why do they keep scheduling these shows in cold places? I'm freezing!"
Malo flashed a mischievous grin. "Ah, Juan, maybe it's the test for you. To see if you can survive the cold and still capture the magic of El Grande Malo!"
John scoffed, "Surviving the cold is not magic, Malo. It's torture."
Before Malo could respond, they were interrupted by the distant sound of a crowd cheering. The venue was alive with anticipation, and Malo couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
"Amigos y amigas of Portland!" Malo announced, addressing the gathering crowd. "El Grande Malo, he has arrived, and he is ready to bring the fiesta to your wonderful city!"
The fans responded with cheers and applause, some even chanting Malo's name. The energy was infectious, and Malo fed off it like a seasoned performer.
"Now, Malo he has the messages for his opponents, Atara and James Raven!" he declared, his tone shifting to a more serious note. "You see, Atara and James Raven, you may be the formidable tagging teams, but you are about to face the might of El Grande Malo and his... Bueno Club!"
John's eyes widened in confusion. "Bueno Club? Wait Malo, I thought it was just you against one of them. This is a tag team thing? Wait ... Bueno Club? Oh, no ..."
Malo laughed heartily, patting John on the back. "Oh, Juan, you is worry too much. Malo, he is not alone in this. He has the power of the Bueno Club!"
John's expression turned from confusion to dread. "Wait, which members of the Bueno Club are we talking about? Please tell me it's not Uno or Muerte."
Malo's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Ah, Juan you is letting el gato from the bags you know. Malo, he was going to be keeping the secrets, but do not worry, amigo ... today it is El Grande Uno who will be by Malo's side."
John visibly cringed at the mention of El Grande Uno, a monstrous figure shrouded in mystery and ominous silence. "Malo, you know I can't handle those two. Why do they have to be a part of this?"
Malo chuckled, "Ah, mi amigos, the are just misunderstood, Juan. You'll see. Now, back to the message for Atara and James Raven!"
He turned back to the camera, addressing his opponents directly. "Atara, James Raven, you may think that you are ready for Malo, but you are facing not just the mights of El Grande Malo y El Grande Uno! The Bueno Club, they are the forces to be reckoned with, the forces that will sweep through los IWF like the tornado of... bueno-ness!"
The fans erupted in cheers, but John's unease lingered. Malo continued, "Atara, you are the skilled competitor, and James Raven, tu has had your moments, but when you are stepping into the ring with the Bueno Club, you are stepping into the worlds of unpredictable fun and excitement!"
Malo gestured to the silent behemoth, El Grande Uno, who appears beside him, a towering presence that sent shivers down John's spine.
"As for El Grande Uno," Malo continued, "mi amigo may not speak much, but his actions, they are speaking the volumes. Together, we are the forces that cannot be stopped. Bueno Club is here to make the statements, and Atara y James Raven, you are about to be the parts of that statement!"
John, still uneasy, reluctantly pointed the camera at El Grande Uno. The towering figure stared into the lens, his expression unreadable.
"And remember," Malo added with a wink, "even though Uno and Muerte may seem intimidating, they're just like family to Malo. Now, let the Bueno Club bring the fiesta to Portland, and let the Odyssey begin!"
With that, Malo and El Grande Uno made their way toward the arena, leaving John to reluctantly follow. The fans continued to cheer, caught up in the excitement that El Grande Malo brought wherever he went.
As they entered the venue, John couldn't shake off the feeling of trepidation. The Bueno Club was a wild card, an unpredictable force that added an element of chaos to the IWF. But as El Grande Malo marched confidently toward the ring, his charisma and energy infectious, it was hard for even the most skeptical to resist the allure of the Bueno Club and the fiesta that followed in their wake.
"Ah, Juan, isn't this weather maravilloso?" Malo exclaimed, his breath forming misty clouds in the cool air.
John, bundled up in layers of clothing, scowled. "Malo, how can you possibly enjoy this cold? I thought we left this behind in Nova Scotia."
Malo chuckled, slapping John on the back with a hearty thump. "Juan, you complain too much. The cold is muy bueno! It is making Malo feel alives!"
John muttered something unintelligible, a mixture of discontent and disbelief, as they made their way through the streets of Portland. The eclectic city, known for its vibrant culture and diverse population, seemed to embrace the eccentricity of El Grande Malo.
As they approached the venue for the upcoming taping of Odyssey, John couldn't help but voice his concerns. "Malo, I don't get it. Why do they keep scheduling these shows in cold places? I'm freezing!"
Malo flashed a mischievous grin. "Ah, Juan, maybe it's the test for you. To see if you can survive the cold and still capture the magic of El Grande Malo!"
John scoffed, "Surviving the cold is not magic, Malo. It's torture."
Before Malo could respond, they were interrupted by the distant sound of a crowd cheering. The venue was alive with anticipation, and Malo couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
"Amigos y amigas of Portland!" Malo announced, addressing the gathering crowd. "El Grande Malo, he has arrived, and he is ready to bring the fiesta to your wonderful city!"
The fans responded with cheers and applause, some even chanting Malo's name. The energy was infectious, and Malo fed off it like a seasoned performer.
"Now, Malo he has the messages for his opponents, Atara and James Raven!" he declared, his tone shifting to a more serious note. "You see, Atara and James Raven, you may be the formidable tagging teams, but you are about to face the might of El Grande Malo and his... Bueno Club!"
John's eyes widened in confusion. "Bueno Club? Wait Malo, I thought it was just you against one of them. This is a tag team thing? Wait ... Bueno Club? Oh, no ..."
Malo laughed heartily, patting John on the back. "Oh, Juan, you is worry too much. Malo, he is not alone in this. He has the power of the Bueno Club!"
John's expression turned from confusion to dread. "Wait, which members of the Bueno Club are we talking about? Please tell me it's not Uno or Muerte."
Malo's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Ah, Juan you is letting el gato from the bags you know. Malo, he was going to be keeping the secrets, but do not worry, amigo ... today it is El Grande Uno who will be by Malo's side."
John visibly cringed at the mention of El Grande Uno, a monstrous figure shrouded in mystery and ominous silence. "Malo, you know I can't handle those two. Why do they have to be a part of this?"
Malo chuckled, "Ah, mi amigos, the are just misunderstood, Juan. You'll see. Now, back to the message for Atara and James Raven!"
He turned back to the camera, addressing his opponents directly. "Atara, James Raven, you may think that you are ready for Malo, but you are facing not just the mights of El Grande Malo y El Grande Uno! The Bueno Club, they are the forces to be reckoned with, the forces that will sweep through los IWF like the tornado of... bueno-ness!"
The fans erupted in cheers, but John's unease lingered. Malo continued, "Atara, you are the skilled competitor, and James Raven, tu has had your moments, but when you are stepping into the ring with the Bueno Club, you are stepping into the worlds of unpredictable fun and excitement!"
Malo gestured to the silent behemoth, El Grande Uno, who appears beside him, a towering presence that sent shivers down John's spine.
"As for El Grande Uno," Malo continued, "mi amigo may not speak much, but his actions, they are speaking the volumes. Together, we are the forces that cannot be stopped. Bueno Club is here to make the statements, and Atara y James Raven, you are about to be the parts of that statement!"
John, still uneasy, reluctantly pointed the camera at El Grande Uno. The towering figure stared into the lens, his expression unreadable.
"And remember," Malo added with a wink, "even though Uno and Muerte may seem intimidating, they're just like family to Malo. Now, let the Bueno Club bring the fiesta to Portland, and let the Odyssey begin!"
With that, Malo and El Grande Uno made their way toward the arena, leaving John to reluctantly follow. The fans continued to cheer, caught up in the excitement that El Grande Malo brought wherever he went.
As they entered the venue, John couldn't shake off the feeling of trepidation. The Bueno Club was a wild card, an unpredictable force that added an element of chaos to the IWF. But as El Grande Malo marched confidently toward the ring, his charisma and energy infectious, it was hard for even the most skeptical to resist the allure of the Bueno Club and the fiesta that followed in their wake.
Well howdy there pardner.