Post by El Santo Del Mal on Nov 22, 2011 11:33:52 GMT -5
:: Introduction ::
Can you believe this? Is God testing me or am I just really confused? I was notified a week back that I was scheduled to represent Majestic Wrestling in a inter-promotional event. Yet I am forced to tag team with another luchador, and not a real luchador mind you, some quarter Spanish mutt, who believes that few drops of Hispanic blood is worthy enough to dawn a mask. According to sources, El Mascara De Norte was the one who had the original idea for us to team. Now I feel like this tag team is only here for the only common connection of us bearing masks. It creates a sense of a gimmick. I’m not only a luchador, I don’t only wear a mask, I am a monster underneath this mask, and that is something that these ignorant souls competing against us have no clue about.
There is a reason why I wear a mask. It isn’t because I’m afraid of facing people, no… I like to hide my identity because, I am a wanted man. I am wanted elsewhere in the world. I’m not going to say where and when, but this is the only way I can escape. There are plenty of rumors about what exactly I did, but they’re just rumors. The truth is buried, and it’s going to be stay buried. El Mascara De Norte wears the mask because he’s afraid of the fans, of their attention, or perhaps my partner is just hiding his ugly gringo face.
:: My Master ::
The room that Jimmy Bruno was locked up in, and was delivered his lessons on mortality, religion, and God’s purpose for him in life was in the basement of the house I dwelled in. The house was largely abandoned for several years after a double homicide-suicide occurred. No wanted this house in the same Nevada town, so it was left to rot. I purchased cheap. I fixed it up enough for it to be sustained for a few more years. There I placed in one of the upstairs rooms, a shrine. A black and white picture of an old Mexican man is surrounded by candles. The cross hangs over the shrine; there was large blood stain on the oak cross.
This man was my mentor. In almost the same way I am indoctrinating Jimmy Bruno, he taught me about my role in this life. I was not as fortunate as Jimmy Bruno, I would not be God’s beloved crusader, but instead one of his wretched creatures, performing sins and other acts of malevolence, but in order to for his work to occur. In Japan, they believed in the ying and the yang, and for God’s perfect universe to work, you have Good and Evil. Sins and merits. Demons and angels. Saints and heretics. This man here was a Saint, and I am the Heretic.
He taught me that the dark force inside me was natural. The sin however was never to be cleansed because the devil had entered my soul and I was forever doomed for a role in hell. Yet my master, he taught me that if I channeled all the hatred, all the bitterness, all the sin, and all the evil inside of me, I could use it to provide salvation for others. On his deathbed, I’m sure his time was coming soon enough, my master grasped me by the wrist and asked me to end his life now. My master was wavering in faith and feared the worst, and he even feared for his mortal soul. So I took that wooden cross, stabbed it right though his chest to end his life with a little ease and I protected his soul. Salvation is his to be had. After all, he is a saint.
Yet in that act of providing salvation, I sinned. I took the life of another. Some might want to argue about the morality of euthanasia, but in this case, like all case, God frowns up it and you are casted as a murderer. I am a murderer. I had to leave my homeland, in order to escape judgment for my sin. Yet still I did what I had to for it is my purpose here in life to be the evil that drives good men to salvation.
:: Andy Star & Natalie Knight ::
Both of you step forward as champions of UWA, to protect your promotion’s honor, you have to defeat us. You have to the ability to overcome these flippy and shit, wetback luchadors. Too bad you have no clue who you are facing, because perhaps the fear of my true nature alone might incite fear into your soul that you would consider an early retirement. Yet ignorance is bliss, and you by far are one of the most ignorant individuals I have ever met, Andy. For a fact, El Mascara De Norte isn’t a Mexican, he’s a gringo by all terms. For all you know, I might not even be a Mexican. But you assume, Andy… and by assuming, you’ve done well to make yourself out as an ass. Of course, you don’t care. You’re too busy gawking at your partner, staring at her tits. You’re distracted. You’re distracted by the feeling of lust, which is such a terrible sin.
You know what type of guy you are?
I’m guessing by your hipster attitude, you’re the guy that needs constant reassurance that you’re doing the ‘cool’ thing, and you’re doing it ‘first’. Yet too bad that I have seen a lot of assholes like yourself in my time, and all of them met the same face. Their back on the canvas, the one two three… and if I feel particularly malignant that day, the last moments of the match features their hand tapping on the mat, and their face full with agony. Oh well, that’s not the worst your fate is going to provide.
In fact, I am laughing because I know the moment you find out that Natalie Knight, the harlot she appears to be, is fucking other men. You’re going to go bat shit insane. Hell you might even kill her, strangle her with the cord from your exercise equipment.
I better try to stop it. So I am going to have your heart broken early, because I’m going to single you out. I’m going to dominate you, so much so, that Natalie is going to recognize you as the loser you really are. The insecurity that boils you down as a worm is going to make her turn away from you earlier than later. And for the both you, it is for the best. The longer you live this fantasy, the harder it will have on your psyche when you wake up from this dream. I am glad to be of some assistance.
Speaking of fantasies, here to you thinking you can take me and snap my back. I’m almost twisting the size of you. I’m not only athletic, I have strength. I have the ability to snap bones, not only with the strength that I deliver, but the technique I utilize. So if anyone’s going to be crippled in this match, it’s going to be you, Andy, or Natalie. Either way, the fans will get what they want, their fan favorite given another reason to be pitied.
I don’t really know my partner; I guess you might have that to work with. Yet it doesn’t make a difference, I can carry El Mascara De Norte if I have to.
And don’t think I really care about making Majestic look good. It’s just going to be side effect of making myself that much more infamous in United States. You two are just two poor souls that were tossed in my way, and I simply just have to make examples. I’m the creature God sends after you when you commit to a life of sinning. I’m that monster that he created, destined to inflict punishment on those who deserves it, to scare those who ever consider sin.
I see you in your UWA ring, and I will make sure it will be stained with your tears and blood.
Can you believe this? Is God testing me or am I just really confused? I was notified a week back that I was scheduled to represent Majestic Wrestling in a inter-promotional event. Yet I am forced to tag team with another luchador, and not a real luchador mind you, some quarter Spanish mutt, who believes that few drops of Hispanic blood is worthy enough to dawn a mask. According to sources, El Mascara De Norte was the one who had the original idea for us to team. Now I feel like this tag team is only here for the only common connection of us bearing masks. It creates a sense of a gimmick. I’m not only a luchador, I don’t only wear a mask, I am a monster underneath this mask, and that is something that these ignorant souls competing against us have no clue about.
There is a reason why I wear a mask. It isn’t because I’m afraid of facing people, no… I like to hide my identity because, I am a wanted man. I am wanted elsewhere in the world. I’m not going to say where and when, but this is the only way I can escape. There are plenty of rumors about what exactly I did, but they’re just rumors. The truth is buried, and it’s going to be stay buried. El Mascara De Norte wears the mask because he’s afraid of the fans, of their attention, or perhaps my partner is just hiding his ugly gringo face.
:: My Master ::
The room that Jimmy Bruno was locked up in, and was delivered his lessons on mortality, religion, and God’s purpose for him in life was in the basement of the house I dwelled in. The house was largely abandoned for several years after a double homicide-suicide occurred. No wanted this house in the same Nevada town, so it was left to rot. I purchased cheap. I fixed it up enough for it to be sustained for a few more years. There I placed in one of the upstairs rooms, a shrine. A black and white picture of an old Mexican man is surrounded by candles. The cross hangs over the shrine; there was large blood stain on the oak cross.
This man was my mentor. In almost the same way I am indoctrinating Jimmy Bruno, he taught me about my role in this life. I was not as fortunate as Jimmy Bruno, I would not be God’s beloved crusader, but instead one of his wretched creatures, performing sins and other acts of malevolence, but in order to for his work to occur. In Japan, they believed in the ying and the yang, and for God’s perfect universe to work, you have Good and Evil. Sins and merits. Demons and angels. Saints and heretics. This man here was a Saint, and I am the Heretic.
He taught me that the dark force inside me was natural. The sin however was never to be cleansed because the devil had entered my soul and I was forever doomed for a role in hell. Yet my master, he taught me that if I channeled all the hatred, all the bitterness, all the sin, and all the evil inside of me, I could use it to provide salvation for others. On his deathbed, I’m sure his time was coming soon enough, my master grasped me by the wrist and asked me to end his life now. My master was wavering in faith and feared the worst, and he even feared for his mortal soul. So I took that wooden cross, stabbed it right though his chest to end his life with a little ease and I protected his soul. Salvation is his to be had. After all, he is a saint.
Yet in that act of providing salvation, I sinned. I took the life of another. Some might want to argue about the morality of euthanasia, but in this case, like all case, God frowns up it and you are casted as a murderer. I am a murderer. I had to leave my homeland, in order to escape judgment for my sin. Yet still I did what I had to for it is my purpose here in life to be the evil that drives good men to salvation.
:: Andy Star & Natalie Knight ::
Both of you step forward as champions of UWA, to protect your promotion’s honor, you have to defeat us. You have to the ability to overcome these flippy and shit, wetback luchadors. Too bad you have no clue who you are facing, because perhaps the fear of my true nature alone might incite fear into your soul that you would consider an early retirement. Yet ignorance is bliss, and you by far are one of the most ignorant individuals I have ever met, Andy. For a fact, El Mascara De Norte isn’t a Mexican, he’s a gringo by all terms. For all you know, I might not even be a Mexican. But you assume, Andy… and by assuming, you’ve done well to make yourself out as an ass. Of course, you don’t care. You’re too busy gawking at your partner, staring at her tits. You’re distracted. You’re distracted by the feeling of lust, which is such a terrible sin.
You know what type of guy you are?
I’m guessing by your hipster attitude, you’re the guy that needs constant reassurance that you’re doing the ‘cool’ thing, and you’re doing it ‘first’. Yet too bad that I have seen a lot of assholes like yourself in my time, and all of them met the same face. Their back on the canvas, the one two three… and if I feel particularly malignant that day, the last moments of the match features their hand tapping on the mat, and their face full with agony. Oh well, that’s not the worst your fate is going to provide.
In fact, I am laughing because I know the moment you find out that Natalie Knight, the harlot she appears to be, is fucking other men. You’re going to go bat shit insane. Hell you might even kill her, strangle her with the cord from your exercise equipment.
I better try to stop it. So I am going to have your heart broken early, because I’m going to single you out. I’m going to dominate you, so much so, that Natalie is going to recognize you as the loser you really are. The insecurity that boils you down as a worm is going to make her turn away from you earlier than later. And for the both you, it is for the best. The longer you live this fantasy, the harder it will have on your psyche when you wake up from this dream. I am glad to be of some assistance.
Speaking of fantasies, here to you thinking you can take me and snap my back. I’m almost twisting the size of you. I’m not only athletic, I have strength. I have the ability to snap bones, not only with the strength that I deliver, but the technique I utilize. So if anyone’s going to be crippled in this match, it’s going to be you, Andy, or Natalie. Either way, the fans will get what they want, their fan favorite given another reason to be pitied.
I don’t really know my partner; I guess you might have that to work with. Yet it doesn’t make a difference, I can carry El Mascara De Norte if I have to.
And don’t think I really care about making Majestic look good. It’s just going to be side effect of making myself that much more infamous in United States. You two are just two poor souls that were tossed in my way, and I simply just have to make examples. I’m the creature God sends after you when you commit to a life of sinning. I’m that monster that he created, destined to inflict punishment on those who deserves it, to scare those who ever consider sin.
I see you in your UWA ring, and I will make sure it will be stained with your tears and blood.