Post by Malo on Mar 17, 2024 12:12:38 GMT
The sun beat down on the sweltering streets of Orlando, Florida, as El Grande Malo and his trusty cameraman, John (or as Malo fondly called him, Juan), navigated through the humid air. Malo, dressed in his flamboyant wrestling gear adorned with sequins and feathers, marched ahead with an air of excitement, while poor John struggled to keep up, burdened by the weight of his camera equipment.
"¡Vamos, Juanito! Malo must see the Disney Worlds!" Malo exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with childlike wonder.
John let out an exasperated sigh. "Malo, we don't have time for Disney World! We have a match against Dixie Wrecks, remember?"
Malo pouted, his bottom lip quivering like a disappointed child. "But Juanito, Malo wants to meet Señor Mickey Mouse!"
John rolled his eyes. "Malo, we'll see about that later. Right now, we need to focus on the match."
As they continued on their journey, Malo couldn't resist the temptation of the magical theme park looming in the distance. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he broke into a sprint, leaving poor John trailing behind in his dust.
"¡Malo, espera!" John called out, his voice tinged with frustration.
But Malo was too far gone, his sights set on the promise of adventure and excitement. He dashed past the ticket booths, dodging bewildered tourists and park employees alike, until he reached the iconic gates of Disney World.
"¡Hola, Mickey!" Malo cried out, waving enthusiastically at a costumed character.
The bemused actor in the Mickey Mouse costume gave Malo a puzzled look before continuing on his way, leaving Malo deflated.
"Juanito, why Mickey no wave back?" Malo asked, his bottom lip trembling with disappointment.
John shook his head in exasperation. "Malo, that's not the real Mickey. He's just an actor in a costume. And you're a shirtless masked wrestler. Even in Florida that's a little bit strange."
Malo's face lit up with realization. "Ah, sí! Malo, he is knowing this. He was just testing Señor Mickey's reflexes!"
John sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with Malo's logic. "Come on, Malo. We need to get to the arena."
Reluctantly, Malo followed John as they made their way to the wrestling venue, the allure of Disney World still lingering in his mind.
As they arrived at the arena, Malo's attention turned to the upcoming match against Dixie Wrecks, the cowgirl-themed wrestler who had been on a hot streak as of late.
"Juanito, Malo has bee hearing the peoples talky talks of this Dixie Wrecks," Malo exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement. "She's like a tornado in the ring, sí?"
John nodded, impressed by Malo's knowledge. "That's right, Malo. Dixie Wrecks is known for her fierce wrestling style and her signature brawling moves."
Malo's eyes lit up with excitement. "But today, in Orlando, it will be Malo who reigns supreme! For the fans, for the fiesta, and for the spirit of lucha libre!"
"Well, hopefully. I mean, you've been on a bit of a losing streak lately, amigo." John added.
"Malo, he is not keeping track of the winnings and the losings, Juanito. All Malo is keeping track of is the number of smiles he sees on the faces of los fans!"
With that declaration, Malo turned towards the camera, his signature pose sending a wave of excitement through the crowd.
"¡Vamos, Orlando! Prepare yourselves for the showdown of the century, as El Grande Malo takes on Dixie Wrecks in a match for the ages!"
As the cheers of the crowd echoed through the arena, Malo and John prepared for the battle ahead, ready to bring the house down with their unique brand of slapstick comedy and high-flying action.
"¡Vamos, Juanito! Malo must see the Disney Worlds!" Malo exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with childlike wonder.
John let out an exasperated sigh. "Malo, we don't have time for Disney World! We have a match against Dixie Wrecks, remember?"
Malo pouted, his bottom lip quivering like a disappointed child. "But Juanito, Malo wants to meet Señor Mickey Mouse!"
John rolled his eyes. "Malo, we'll see about that later. Right now, we need to focus on the match."
As they continued on their journey, Malo couldn't resist the temptation of the magical theme park looming in the distance. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he broke into a sprint, leaving poor John trailing behind in his dust.
"¡Malo, espera!" John called out, his voice tinged with frustration.
But Malo was too far gone, his sights set on the promise of adventure and excitement. He dashed past the ticket booths, dodging bewildered tourists and park employees alike, until he reached the iconic gates of Disney World.
"¡Hola, Mickey!" Malo cried out, waving enthusiastically at a costumed character.
The bemused actor in the Mickey Mouse costume gave Malo a puzzled look before continuing on his way, leaving Malo deflated.
"Juanito, why Mickey no wave back?" Malo asked, his bottom lip trembling with disappointment.
John shook his head in exasperation. "Malo, that's not the real Mickey. He's just an actor in a costume. And you're a shirtless masked wrestler. Even in Florida that's a little bit strange."
Malo's face lit up with realization. "Ah, sí! Malo, he is knowing this. He was just testing Señor Mickey's reflexes!"
John sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with Malo's logic. "Come on, Malo. We need to get to the arena."
Reluctantly, Malo followed John as they made their way to the wrestling venue, the allure of Disney World still lingering in his mind.
As they arrived at the arena, Malo's attention turned to the upcoming match against Dixie Wrecks, the cowgirl-themed wrestler who had been on a hot streak as of late.
"Juanito, Malo has bee hearing the peoples talky talks of this Dixie Wrecks," Malo exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement. "She's like a tornado in the ring, sí?"
John nodded, impressed by Malo's knowledge. "That's right, Malo. Dixie Wrecks is known for her fierce wrestling style and her signature brawling moves."
Malo's eyes lit up with excitement. "But today, in Orlando, it will be Malo who reigns supreme! For the fans, for the fiesta, and for the spirit of lucha libre!"
"Well, hopefully. I mean, you've been on a bit of a losing streak lately, amigo." John added.
"Malo, he is not keeping track of the winnings and the losings, Juanito. All Malo is keeping track of is the number of smiles he sees on the faces of los fans!"
With that declaration, Malo turned towards the camera, his signature pose sending a wave of excitement through the crowd.
"¡Vamos, Orlando! Prepare yourselves for the showdown of the century, as El Grande Malo takes on Dixie Wrecks in a match for the ages!"
As the cheers of the crowd echoed through the arena, Malo and John prepared for the battle ahead, ready to bring the house down with their unique brand of slapstick comedy and high-flying action.
Well howdy there pardner.