Post by Mike Machado on Jul 6, 2013 4:10:10 GMT
The wheels to Juan Carlos Domingo’s convertible squeal as he expertly navigates a corner. He speaks in a louder than normal tone in order to counteract the wind whipping through the car.
“You did a decent job, Machado. You could have certainly done better, but I still saw that fire. That’s important, you know.”
“I got eliminated first, Juan.”
“Yeah – you did; but it was close. That’s more than you can say for most of your recent losses.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
Machado is still wearing his luchadore mask. He looks more comfortable in it than previous outings.
“Juan Carlos, if I keep getting better, do I get a cool nickname like “El Torah” or something like that?”
“I don’t think Torah means what you think it means.”
“Something to do with bullfighters, yeah?”
Juan Carlos sighs, but doesn’t answer. He pulls into a gas station parking lot.
“I need to get some caffeine in me if I’m going to finish this drive.”
Machado unbuckles his seatbelt as if to join Juan Carlos.
“No, no – you stay put. They’re going to think you plan to rob the place or something.”
“Fine.”
“It’ll just be a minute.”
Juan Carlos hops out of the car. Machado launches into a monologue.
“You know – Lazzy, Deathtrain, and Cable Arcane are truly great competitors. One of them will probably be competing for the Imperial Championship sometime soon. “
“I didn’t deserve the win last week; plain and simple. I wasn’t the best wrestler in that ring. Cable Arcane was. After that it was Lazlo, and then Deathtrain.”
“Two months ago, my name wouldn’t even be in the same paragraph. It’d be a joke for me to even be in the same ring as them. I showed up, I competed – I nearly got a pin fall before things went south. I’m here to stay. I’m here to compete.”
“This week, I’ll be competing, and this week – it isn’t all about me. Me and Jessica Reed are tagging against Ryan Shane and Emma Danielson.”
“This week – it’s not a question of whether or not I’m the best competitor in the ring. It’s about whether or not me and Jessica are the best team. I’m not sure about the laws in Indiana, but if it’s legal – I damn sure plan to double-team Ryan Shane with Jessica Reed. I’m thinking that I’ll probably start on top, with him in the middle and then maybe we can switch it up. I don’t know. I’m not super experienced in these things.”
“All that I know for sure – is that it’s not okay to lose this one. You win some, you lose some – and if I don’t get a shot at the Imperial Championship, well that’s all on me. I will not be the one to deny Jessica Reed her shot. I’ve seen a lot of eighties movies, and I’m not going to be the one that leaves the girl waiting at prom. I’m going to be Patrick Dempsey. Or I’m going to be Patrick Swayze. …Look, my point is – I’m not going to let you down, Jessica.”
“I am going to go into that ring, and I’m going to put it all on the line. I’ve beaten Ryan Shane one on one before, and sometimes you just have somebodies number. I won’t pretend that he was firing on all cylinders when we first met. I know how it is, sometimes you just don’t have your best stuff. I know that this week, Ryan Shane is going to show up.”
“I hope you do, Ryan; and I wish you the best of luck. This week, though – you aren’t going to be moving up in the Imperial standings.”
Machado checks his watch.
“Jesus – he’s been in there a long time.”
Machado starts to look around a little, craning his neck to see inside the store. It looks like a long line has formed, the cashier looks a bit overwhelmed.
“Maybe I should go see if I can do anything to help…”
Machado opens his door to get out, but never makes it to the door. He sees an old lady at the air station to his right, struggling with what looks like a flat tire.
“Ma’am? Ma’am do you need help?”
Machado heads to the trunk of the convertible, and gets out a tire iron to help change the tire. He walks toward the woman.
“Excuse me.”
The old lady turns around and gets a brief glimpse at Machado’s masked visage holding a tire iron before she feints.
“Oh crap. Umm… ma’am?”
Machado kneels down, feeling for a pulse.
“SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE! THAT PERVERTED MAN IS ASSAULTING THAT OLD LADY!”
A onlooker has obviously gotten the wrong idea about the masked man with the tire iron.
“No! It’s not like that! I was just! …AGH!”
The old lady regains consciousness and shoves a Taser up into Machado’s gut. Machado doubles over in pain. The old lady gets to her feet and snatches the tire iron away from him.
“YOU PERVERT!”
The old lady begins to wail on Machado with the tire iron like it’s the attitude era. Mike raises his arms in a futile attempt at defending himself. He retreats and Juan Carlos makes it out of the gas station before any serious harm is done.
"DID I SAY STAY IN THE CAR!? GET IN THE CAR!”
Machado slides into the passenger’s seat and Juan Carlos joins him. The car fires up immediately and they quickly escape the parking lot.
“You did a decent job, Machado. You could have certainly done better, but I still saw that fire. That’s important, you know.”
“I got eliminated first, Juan.”
“Yeah – you did; but it was close. That’s more than you can say for most of your recent losses.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
Machado is still wearing his luchadore mask. He looks more comfortable in it than previous outings.
“Juan Carlos, if I keep getting better, do I get a cool nickname like “El Torah” or something like that?”
“I don’t think Torah means what you think it means.”
“Something to do with bullfighters, yeah?”
Juan Carlos sighs, but doesn’t answer. He pulls into a gas station parking lot.
“I need to get some caffeine in me if I’m going to finish this drive.”
Machado unbuckles his seatbelt as if to join Juan Carlos.
“No, no – you stay put. They’re going to think you plan to rob the place or something.”
“Fine.”
“It’ll just be a minute.”
Juan Carlos hops out of the car. Machado launches into a monologue.
“You know – Lazzy, Deathtrain, and Cable Arcane are truly great competitors. One of them will probably be competing for the Imperial Championship sometime soon. “
“I didn’t deserve the win last week; plain and simple. I wasn’t the best wrestler in that ring. Cable Arcane was. After that it was Lazlo, and then Deathtrain.”
“Two months ago, my name wouldn’t even be in the same paragraph. It’d be a joke for me to even be in the same ring as them. I showed up, I competed – I nearly got a pin fall before things went south. I’m here to stay. I’m here to compete.”
“This week, I’ll be competing, and this week – it isn’t all about me. Me and Jessica Reed are tagging against Ryan Shane and Emma Danielson.”
“This week – it’s not a question of whether or not I’m the best competitor in the ring. It’s about whether or not me and Jessica are the best team. I’m not sure about the laws in Indiana, but if it’s legal – I damn sure plan to double-team Ryan Shane with Jessica Reed. I’m thinking that I’ll probably start on top, with him in the middle and then maybe we can switch it up. I don’t know. I’m not super experienced in these things.”
“All that I know for sure – is that it’s not okay to lose this one. You win some, you lose some – and if I don’t get a shot at the Imperial Championship, well that’s all on me. I will not be the one to deny Jessica Reed her shot. I’ve seen a lot of eighties movies, and I’m not going to be the one that leaves the girl waiting at prom. I’m going to be Patrick Dempsey. Or I’m going to be Patrick Swayze. …Look, my point is – I’m not going to let you down, Jessica.”
“I am going to go into that ring, and I’m going to put it all on the line. I’ve beaten Ryan Shane one on one before, and sometimes you just have somebodies number. I won’t pretend that he was firing on all cylinders when we first met. I know how it is, sometimes you just don’t have your best stuff. I know that this week, Ryan Shane is going to show up.”
“I hope you do, Ryan; and I wish you the best of luck. This week, though – you aren’t going to be moving up in the Imperial standings.”
Machado checks his watch.
“Jesus – he’s been in there a long time.”
Machado starts to look around a little, craning his neck to see inside the store. It looks like a long line has formed, the cashier looks a bit overwhelmed.
“Maybe I should go see if I can do anything to help…”
Machado opens his door to get out, but never makes it to the door. He sees an old lady at the air station to his right, struggling with what looks like a flat tire.
“Ma’am? Ma’am do you need help?”
Machado heads to the trunk of the convertible, and gets out a tire iron to help change the tire. He walks toward the woman.
“Excuse me.”
The old lady turns around and gets a brief glimpse at Machado’s masked visage holding a tire iron before she feints.
“Oh crap. Umm… ma’am?”
Machado kneels down, feeling for a pulse.
“SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE! THAT PERVERTED MAN IS ASSAULTING THAT OLD LADY!”
A onlooker has obviously gotten the wrong idea about the masked man with the tire iron.
“No! It’s not like that! I was just! …AGH!”
The old lady regains consciousness and shoves a Taser up into Machado’s gut. Machado doubles over in pain. The old lady gets to her feet and snatches the tire iron away from him.
“YOU PERVERT!”
The old lady begins to wail on Machado with the tire iron like it’s the attitude era. Mike raises his arms in a futile attempt at defending himself. He retreats and Juan Carlos makes it out of the gas station before any serious harm is done.
"DID I SAY STAY IN THE CAR!? GET IN THE CAR!”
Machado slides into the passenger’s seat and Juan Carlos joins him. The car fires up immediately and they quickly escape the parking lot.
Well howdy there pardner.