Post by El Muertos on Feb 13, 2020 17:10:48 GMT -5
An empty Mexican desert plays backdrop to El Muertos riding a goat. He’s in full day of the dead face paint and his ring gear. As the goat plodes along a faint path in the sand El Muertos sings to himself:
El Muertos looks at the camera once finished with his song. Making direct eye contact with you through the camera, he raises a hip flask and takes a sip. The thirsty lucha libre is so tired and sun drunk more of his water goes down his chin than his throat.
El Muertos: I know songs too. But I don't gloat about owning a goat, ese. You, Flap, you know what a privilege owning such an animal is? You do not. Find yourself some respect.
Patting his trusty steed as they make their way along the path, both man and animal are tired.
El Muertos: Our little friend here is a gift. Flap, tell me ese, what you do with your goat? Eat him? f*** him? Apuesto a que lo disfrutaste, verdad, bastardo asqueroso? Not all goats have such a nice end. Evil men ruin animal lives too. I bought this goat with Alpha Pro Wrestling money after I beat my good friend Vinny. And now i bring him to his new home!
They come across the edges of a shanty down. El Muertos gets off the back of the goat and leads him into civilisation.
El Muertos: Recé para que tu cara devolviera a Vince García, espero que Dios te ayude a luchar contra el mal. Vinny, ese, our paths will meet again. Until then I hope the pain i caused you helps heal you. Let’s take that mask off, become the you, you want to be. Flab, eres un humano enfermo. Let’s tear down your mask! Cause whatever a Flob is, it is a fake excuse for who you are. I can’t tell if you are the joke or if you’ve let evil control your actions for so long you are not even human anymore.
They walk into a busy street, people are running by them taking no notice of a man walking a goat. Children play football in the streets while strong men restore their shanty homes.
El Muertos: ‘Vagrant gotta eat’, si amigo. You Flat are more clever than you paint yourself. Os animales heridos son los más peligrosos. Now why you act like man child? Is it cause you have something to hide, ese! YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM EVIL. You can’t hide from pain amigo! I wanted to help Vinny, i hurt him to heal the boy. I liked my amigo mister Garcia. I don’t like you Flab. I’m going to enjoy hurting you ese. Releasing your evil, turning down the character of a man that you are.
He comes to a stop outside a especially torn down shanty. In a town of despair this house hung itself years ago and no one noticed.
El Muertos: After Monday Metal i bought this goat and have ridden all the way here. Mi dios levanta almas. To the people that stay here starved and depressed. Evil has squashed these people. Evil like you Flog. The milk from this goat will give them substance they need. I bought him for less than a suit or umbrella Flab. People do not need such wasteful mierda. People need substance! You have any substance Flag?
He takes another sip from his flask but doesn’t quite finish it off. He lets the goat drink from the rest.
El Muertos: Floj i sorry to tell you your partner is a gande joke. The two of you start your own stand up tour maybe. The biggest evil in our world is fame. You think people in this poor community dream of fame. They dream of seeing tomorrow. Your evil’s are killing them Scott Alex. Why should i care about you? These people don’t, no one but your a mamá le importa. Ese, stop looking in a mirror and take a look around the world. Many gifts, you not one of them. A gift of evil maybe. You look like horrible people, and I’ve known horrible people.
A woman shrieks before diving out of the rundown shanty. She drops down hugging the goat like an eight year old getting a Nintendo at Christmas. She cries tears of joy screaming to the heavens.
El Muertos: People in these lands haven known evil. I know evil better. I hunt it, i hurt it. I will drag the evil out of you two Scott Alex and Flam. Vamos a asociarnos para una buena salud. Let me save you. Let me hurt you. Let me heal you.
El Muertos takes a seat in the warm sand. Weary after his journey but overjoyed, he watches a small family bursting out from their home to welcome the goat. An elderly man and small children hig the animal with the same levels of excitement.
El Muertos: I dare you two to do something to better this world. I know your evils won’t let you. And if you don’t, que los señores me detengan lo que te voy a hacer.
He sighs.
El Muertos: When we fight. I’m going to teach you both, evil is blind. My fists are not, amigos.
The elderly man sits down next to El Muertos and pops open a beer, offering it to the wrestler first they share the bottle.
El Muertos: I toast to you PKA, to the partner i never wanted, let us bath in the evil of others for one night. Let us hurt those who have taken from so many. PKA it’s time to stare death in the eyes, understand fear is to be a weapon, be scared of people, let that guide you to hurt the evil that controls them. Let us fuck up these gingos! Lucha style Amigo!
♩Ahí viene el agua♩
♫Por la ladera,♫
♩Y se me moja♩
♫Mi calavera.♫
♩La muerte calaca,♩
♫Ni gorda, ni flaca.♫
♩La muerte casera,♩
♫Pegada con cera.♫
El Muertos looks at the camera once finished with his song. Making direct eye contact with you through the camera, he raises a hip flask and takes a sip. The thirsty lucha libre is so tired and sun drunk more of his water goes down his chin than his throat.
El Muertos: I know songs too. But I don't gloat about owning a goat, ese. You, Flap, you know what a privilege owning such an animal is? You do not. Find yourself some respect.
Patting his trusty steed as they make their way along the path, both man and animal are tired.
El Muertos: Our little friend here is a gift. Flap, tell me ese, what you do with your goat? Eat him? f*** him? Apuesto a que lo disfrutaste, verdad, bastardo asqueroso? Not all goats have such a nice end. Evil men ruin animal lives too. I bought this goat with Alpha Pro Wrestling money after I beat my good friend Vinny. And now i bring him to his new home!
They come across the edges of a shanty down. El Muertos gets off the back of the goat and leads him into civilisation.
El Muertos: Recé para que tu cara devolviera a Vince García, espero que Dios te ayude a luchar contra el mal. Vinny, ese, our paths will meet again. Until then I hope the pain i caused you helps heal you. Let’s take that mask off, become the you, you want to be. Flab, eres un humano enfermo. Let’s tear down your mask! Cause whatever a Flob is, it is a fake excuse for who you are. I can’t tell if you are the joke or if you’ve let evil control your actions for so long you are not even human anymore.
They walk into a busy street, people are running by them taking no notice of a man walking a goat. Children play football in the streets while strong men restore their shanty homes.
El Muertos: ‘Vagrant gotta eat’, si amigo. You Flat are more clever than you paint yourself. Os animales heridos son los más peligrosos. Now why you act like man child? Is it cause you have something to hide, ese! YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM EVIL. You can’t hide from pain amigo! I wanted to help Vinny, i hurt him to heal the boy. I liked my amigo mister Garcia. I don’t like you Flab. I’m going to enjoy hurting you ese. Releasing your evil, turning down the character of a man that you are.
He comes to a stop outside a especially torn down shanty. In a town of despair this house hung itself years ago and no one noticed.
El Muertos: After Monday Metal i bought this goat and have ridden all the way here. Mi dios levanta almas. To the people that stay here starved and depressed. Evil has squashed these people. Evil like you Flog. The milk from this goat will give them substance they need. I bought him for less than a suit or umbrella Flab. People do not need such wasteful mierda. People need substance! You have any substance Flag?
He takes another sip from his flask but doesn’t quite finish it off. He lets the goat drink from the rest.
El Muertos: Floj i sorry to tell you your partner is a gande joke. The two of you start your own stand up tour maybe. The biggest evil in our world is fame. You think people in this poor community dream of fame. They dream of seeing tomorrow. Your evil’s are killing them Scott Alex. Why should i care about you? These people don’t, no one but your a mamá le importa. Ese, stop looking in a mirror and take a look around the world. Many gifts, you not one of them. A gift of evil maybe. You look like horrible people, and I’ve known horrible people.
A woman shrieks before diving out of the rundown shanty. She drops down hugging the goat like an eight year old getting a Nintendo at Christmas. She cries tears of joy screaming to the heavens.
El Muertos: People in these lands haven known evil. I know evil better. I hunt it, i hurt it. I will drag the evil out of you two Scott Alex and Flam. Vamos a asociarnos para una buena salud. Let me save you. Let me hurt you. Let me heal you.
El Muertos takes a seat in the warm sand. Weary after his journey but overjoyed, he watches a small family bursting out from their home to welcome the goat. An elderly man and small children hig the animal with the same levels of excitement.
El Muertos: I dare you two to do something to better this world. I know your evils won’t let you. And if you don’t, que los señores me detengan lo que te voy a hacer.
He sighs.
El Muertos: When we fight. I’m going to teach you both, evil is blind. My fists are not, amigos.
The elderly man sits down next to El Muertos and pops open a beer, offering it to the wrestler first they share the bottle.
El Muertos: I toast to you PKA, to the partner i never wanted, let us bath in the evil of others for one night. Let us hurt those who have taken from so many. PKA it’s time to stare death in the eyes, understand fear is to be a weapon, be scared of people, let that guide you to hurt the evil that controls them. Let us fuck up these gingos! Lucha style Amigo!
