Post by Malo on Mar 2, 2024 20:48:13 GMT
As the sun cast long shadows across the streets of Oklahoma City, El Grande Malo, and his ever-exasperated cameraman, Juan, made their way to the venue for the upcoming taping of Odyssey. The air was filled with anticipation, but for Juan, there was also a sense of frustration.
"Hey, Malo, I can't believe it's been so long since your last booking," Juan grumbled, his voice tinged with annoyance. "I thought you said that you guys were supposed to be making a name for yourselves in the wrestling world this time, not sitting around twiddling your thumbs."
Malo, ever the optimist, flashed Juan a bright grin. "¡Ay, Juan! No te preocupes, amigo. Malo, he has been keeping busy with hobbies while he waits for the next big match."
Juan raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Hobbies? What kind of hobbies could you possibly have, Malo?"
Malo chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Well, you see, amigo, Malo, he has taken up gardening. Si, Malo has been growing the vegetables! It's muy divertido."
Juan shook his head in disbelief. "Gardening? Really, Malo? I can't picture you with a green thumb."
Malo looked at his hands and shrugged, undeterred by Juan's skepticism. "It is true, Juan! Malo has been growing the biggest, juiciest tomatoes that you has ever seen. Maybe Malo will bring some to the next match and share them with the fans!"
Juan rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Despite his frustration, he couldn't help but be amused by Malo's infectious enthusiasm.
As they approached the venue, Juan couldn't help but voice his concerns. "Malo, where are the rest of the Bueno Club? Are they going to be at ringside with us on Tuesday?"
Malo's expression turned thoughtful. "Hmm, Malo is not sure, Juan. El Grande Uno and El Negro Muerte has been busy with their own... endeavors lately."
Juan's eyes widened in alarm. "Endeavors? What kind of endeavors, Malo? You're not planning anything crazy, are you?"
Malo chuckled, patting Juan on the back reassuringly. "No te preocupes, Juan. Malo, he is always having the plans. Besides, today it is just you é Malo é señor Hathaway. What could possibly go wrong?"
Juan looked less than reassured, but before he could voice any further objections, Malo spotted their venue up ahead. The sound of cheering fans echoed through the streets, a cacophony of excitement and anticipation.
"Ah, Juan, it is the showtimes!" Malo exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Malo will give the fans the promo they will not be forgetting!"
Juan sighed, resigning himself to another day of wrestling madness with El Grande Malo. As they entered the small venue, the roar of the crowd washed over them, and Juan couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. Despite his misgivings, he knew that with Malo by his side, anything was possible.
And so, with cameras rolling and the fans cheering, El Grande Malo delivered his promo against Jason "J-TV" Hathaway with his trademark energy and charm. The fans laughed and cheered, caught up in the spectacle that was El Grande Malo.
And as Juan stood by his side, begrudgingly holding the camera, he couldn't help but admit that despite the chaos and unpredictability, there was nowhere else he'd rather be than with his eccentric amigo, El Grande Malo.
As the camera focused on El Grande Malo, he adjusted his colorful mask with a flourish, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"¡Hola, amigos y amigas de Oklahoma City!" Malo exclaimed, his voice echoing through the coffee shop. "It is I, El Grande Malo, and I is having the messages for Jason 'J-TV' Hathaway!"
He paused for dramatic effect, allowing the cheers of the crowd to wash over him before continuing.
"Señor-TV, you is maybe thinking that you are all of that with your brightly colored tights and your muy mucho cameras, but Malo is here to tell you that the fiesta stops now!" Malo declared, his tone shifting to one of mock seriousness.
"You see, señor-TV, you may be living and breathing television cultures, but Malo, he is the shining star of the show! And when Malo is stepping into the ring, there is only one channel you will be watching: the El Grande Malo Network!"
The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers, energized by Malo's infectious enthusiasm.
"Señor-TV, you may care about the after-partying, the roaring fan, and the screaming girl, but Malo, he is caring about the one things and one things only: winning!" Malo proclaimed, his voice rising with each word.
"So, get ready, señor-TV, because when you are stepping into the rings with El Grande Malo, you are not just facing the wrestler, you are facing the forces of nature, the forces of fun, and the force of fiesta!
Olé!"
With that final declaration, Malo raised his arms triumphantly as the crowd cheered him on. He knew that no matter what antics J-TV brought to the ring, he would always be the true star of the show.
Well howdy there pardner.