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Special Homecoming; Letting know the fans know how he feels
Topic Started: Mar 3 2005, 08:35 PM (42 Views)
BobPalindrome
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[The scene opens on a bustling street in the heart of Mexico City. In the background, the Palacio de los Deportes stands amidst a collection of various other buildings, high-rises and the bright green leaves on trunks of trees in numerous city parks. It is a dark night, the moon shrouded behind thick, elongated clouds. People walk the sidewalks, some dressed to party, some dressed for business and some hardly dressed at all. Seedy characters peep from the alleyways, filth lining the gutters and sprawled out of upturned garbage cans. The camera surveys this desolate, ominous scene before moving toward the arena, heading up stairs and through the entrance doors into the main performance hall.

The arena is actually full of people, virtually all of them Mexican and most of them wearing pretty nice clothing. It’s pretty obvious they are wrestling fans, given their middle class clothing and, well, the signs they’re holding. Blue and gold lights flash overhead, bright lights pointing to the ring.

In the ring stands an overweight, balding man wearing a business suit. Sporting a thick mustache and a couple days’ worth of growth, he smiles broadly at the audience, showing off very yellow teeth. Holding a microphone in one hand, he gestures wildly as he speaks with a heavy accent.]


Man #1: Senors, senoras and senoritas, we would like to take this time now to recognize one of our own. A young man who has wrestled in this very arena several times… An underground sensation in the sport of lucha libre and professional wrestling in general… A man who literally was raised in the business, and to whom this industry is life. Tonight, at the Palacio de los Deportes, Triple A Wrestling would like to honor none other than manliest, nastiest masked wrestler today… El Lobo Loco!

[The man begins applauding, and soon the entire crowd is cheering and waving in kind. Suddenly, “Here We Kum” by Molotov begins playing on the loudspeakers, and the reaction is one more of shock than acknowledgment, since most of them have never heard Lobo come out to this music before. They are also taken aback by his appearance, since even though he is wearing the traditional black and silver mask, black leather jacket and black tights, he is slouching and smoking a cigarette. He looks bored and tired, not showing any of the intensity they had come to expect from him in the past.

Rolling under the bottom rope rather than coming in normally only adds to the disrespect. Taking a long drag, El Lobo stands next to the mustached fat man and folds his arms, radiating impatience and dismissal.]


Man #1: El Lobo Loco, we are so glad to see you have returned to Mexico City. After your long stints in Japan and America, you must have missed home very much. But, of course, we also know that you have never held any titles while you wrestled in your own country. Now that you have begun a very successful part of your career, we at Triple A would like to change all that. So, today, we are giving you a very special championship… The Lifetime Achievement Belt!

[As the announces the name, he throws his arm up and gets a decent amount of applause from the fans. Lobo seems entirely indifferent. A young boy makes his way up onto the apron of the ring, carrying a gold-and-black belt with minimal jewelry but an elaborate design on the front. The fat man takes it with glee, holding it up for the fans to see.]

Man #1: You see, Lobo, we know your past. We know you came up from the barrio, struggling to make a way for yourself. And yet you surpassed adversity and managed to escape poverty and suffering for a life in the business. You are an inspiration to all of us to overcome the obstacles in our lives and find our own paths in life. As your scars are testimony to the pain and blood you have given in the name of the sport, let this belt be a memorial to all you have done for professional wrestling today…

[As the man offers up the belt to Lobo, Lobo hesitates. For a moment, he doesn’t do anything at all, and the man looks terrified at the thought of just standing in front of everyone, handing out a present that’s being rejected. But Lobo dashes the fears as he plucks up the belt and holds it at his side carelessly. With his other hand, he tosses the cigarette out of his mouth and snatches the microphone from the fat man. Afterward the fat man backs off, silently slipping out of the ring.]

Lobo: Wow. I must say that this is quite an honor, senors and senoras. I mean, to be given a belt from this company… To be recognized for all that I have done. It is the thing of dreams… To be remembered, just like the greats of the business… El Santo, Mascera Eagle, Black Panther, El Fabuloso, Dr. Silver Jr. … To be like them, it would seem to be every wrestler’s dream. But you know what?

[Lobo frowns as he strikes a menacing look, narrowing his eyes and grumbling under his breath.]

Lobo: Those ninas can all kiss my ass.

[There are some gasps and murmurs from the crowd after he says this, and then there is an eruption of boos and hisses. A few pieces of garbage get thrown to the ring, ranging from wadded up pieces of paper to empty styrofoam cups.]

Lobo: And you bastardos and putas can kiss my ass too!

[More stuff beings flying, this time cups that almost totally full to items of clothing to all kinds of trash and debris. Lobo doesn’t seem much to care, walking back and forth now, looking angry and sounding intimidating.]

Lobo: You see, I don’t want to be one in another line of lucha legeneds. I don’t want to be the mysterious hero or the calculating villain. I am not some character in some child’s soap opera. I am a real wrestler, ready to ride the new wave of wrestling into the future. Do you think I want to be tied to this silly game of make-believe? No, I have a different agenda. I want to usher in an era of a totally brand new kind of lucha libre… One that has an attitude… Not to be the entertainment of little boys and girls, but one that thirsts for blood, pain and originality. So you can take this belt… and you can stick it up your asses!

[Lobo throws the belt down on the mat with derision. The boos are getting louder now, some fans yelling and calling for the head of the one who mocks them. Fans are railing against the railings, cursing and challenging Lobo to some one-on-one. We get a shot of the fat man, looking nervous and scared in the corner.]

Lobo: I have returned to Mexico City, my home, on a mission. And I will win my first belt in Mexico. And it will be the Fighting Spirit Championship of Full Intensity Wrestling. You see, I can only claim one half of the belt because, although I defeated Kuriyama at Déjà Vu, I allowed him to defeat me as well. To my shame, I could not muster the energy to complete what I set out to do. So, when next we meet on Throwdown, I will finish what I started. And not only will I defeat Kuriyama, the most tired joke in professional wrestling right now, and show him that he lacks the ability to handle me and my skill, but his little girlfriend will be humiliated too.

Sam Kinloch should stay at home and keep up with what is women know best… Cooking and cleaning. Can she be serious? The name of the game, chica, is who is the most macho. A little girl cannot be macho! You are disgrace to the name of cruiserweights. I may not know well my partner for Throwdown, Sam, but I know he is a man, which means it is already obvious he will beat you. Unless of course he is a nina too… But Samael has cojones. Do you have cojones, Sam? I do not think that you do.

Anyway, my main concern is Kuriyama. And there shall be no more “split championships” or any other nonsense any longer. I will prove to my brothers and sisters in Mexico that there is only one true man macho enough to be the champion. I will show that I have the talent, the heart, the energy to not only put my past behind me but to build a better future for myself. All of you out there tonight should consider yourself lucky. Because tonight… You have seen me declare that I will not slow down in my rush to the top. That I will amaze, entertain and beat the hell out of all who dare to challenge me. And when all you come back here to see my match… It will be the most memorable event in your pathetic… little… lives.

[Lobo lets his hand fall and drops the microphone to the mat. A loud “thud” is soon drowned out as the fans react once more, this time at the height of their frenzy. As the scene slowly fades to back, we see a shot of El Lobo standing in the middle of the ring, solemn and determined, as a flurry of trash, curses and chants rain down on him. As the canvas becomes a sea of refuse and the noise deafening, the scene ends.]
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