Post by El Muertos on Feb 22, 2020 19:11:57 GMT -5
The Statue of Liberty, a beacon of the values the USA was built upon. A gift from France to celebrate their joint victory over the British Empire. A battle for independence and a battle to fight off high monarchy tax. The statue was the symbol of freedom millions of immigrants saw in their hope for a better life. A monument to American people everywhere that they are free and powerful with a broken shackle at her feet. Three hundred and five feet of evidence that the USA is the best country in the world: a Roman goddess, transcribed in Latin, built in France.
In the greenery in front of the Statue of Liberty El Muertos stands, in full face paint and a ‘I love New York T-shirt’, behind a fat man on his knees with a paper bag over his head.
On the bag is a print out of Smith Jones’ face.
El Muertos: Libertad o muerte! LIBERTAD O MUERTE! Amigos, the upcoming pay-per-view is my name sake. Libertad o muerte. Liberty or die. The crusade of my career and all of life is to heal those around me. To rid the evils that plague our souls. To put that person back in control of their sins, so they are no longer driven by them. To liberate the weak from their evils. Or die, ese. I’ll kill you and your intentions so you can be reborn as a better man.
The luchador places his hand on the top of his hostage’s head.
El Muertos: Conoce a mi amigo malvado. This fat bastardo has a gluttonous problem, let's cut this mierda open.
Muertos walks around the fat man revealing a hunting knife in his other hand.
El Muertos: Smith, you are much like this man ese. Living your best life, but your evils are controlling your life amigo. I know you have more immediate threats than me. I bet you don’t even know who I am. Amigo, i am death, the living dead rising up through Alpha ready to rip your achievements out of your grasp. But I won't beat you, your own evil will. I just have to poke at the pillars that hold up your life and you’ll crumble. I look like death and celebrate the end but i know one thing better than most, and that’s that people suffer from self inflictions causing their downfall. You could call me a vulture, ese.
The luchador plays with the knife pacing behind his hostage.
El Muertos: Just like death, you people consider vultures ugly and horrible. Maybe I am ugly ese. But I see beauty where others do not. I was born into a world of evil, hate and death, little of your ‘American’ offends me. Someone like you may choose to ignore the ugly but if you stare, poke and admire it, you’ll learn something ese. I think your ugly Smith Jones, I’m watching you intently, and I'm learning. When we meet I’ll know you alot better than you know me amigo. I will liberate that belt out of your hands on that day. Los males de esta compañía serán curados. Your evils will be your downfall, and Alpha will rise stronger with a true champion.
He pulls the t shirt off, on his chest is the number 13 written in black.
El Muertos: Thirteen evil souls stand between me and you Smith! Trece almas para liberar. Thirteen men all want a shot at your championship but they won’t make it that far. I will heal them by defeating them in this battle. They will be liberated, or I will not stop until they are dead. Either, is a honorable outcome, ese. SEE SMITH, THESE MEN ARE SOMETHING YOU ARE NOT. Fools. This opportunity granted to them is pointless. They look past the ugly duckling. Smith, are you a fool too? Will you be making the same mistakes?
In a burst of motion the luchador dives back behind the fat man on his knees holding the knife to the side of his head and that image of Smith Jones’ face.
El Muertos: Trece almas para liberar. Thirteen evil men hosting all the evils: greed, gluttoney, lust, wrath, pride. Thirteen men will fall at the hands of their own doing. Tuesday they will wake up having learnt a lesson. If they could control their evil then they too could be like me, the world heavyweight contender. I hope you study them Smith, I hope you are in control of your evils. However……..what are they? Pride? Envy? Wrath? I know you better than any of these fools Smith. It’s good to be the king…
He throws the knife to the floor.
El Muertos: Thirteen souls, saved in one night. Cray, Marko, Eilich, Arrow, John, Gunner, Old Man, Jaice, Aaron, Alex, Andre, Damon and my codelincuente, PKA. You all want the same thing, but all for very different reasons. Can any of you claim you’d bring liberty to championship. Would you use the platform for good, make a difference. Would the Alpha legacy die at your hands? When was the last time you lent a fellow man a helping hand?
He sticks his hand out to help the fat man up to his feet. With a cheeky smile he rips the paper bag off his head. The man is laughing.
El Muertos: I am going to help all of you. A loss is only a loss if you don’t learn from it amigos. When I win this battle royal we are all winners. You thirteen will be liberated from the evils that hold you back, you will be set free to conquer. Puede conquistar y dividir estas tierras juntas. A painful lesson i know, lo siento es una historia triste, your evil will be liberated and die.
The man and El Muertos bro hug and as he walks away Muertos playfully slaps his ass.
El Muertos: Did you think I was going to hurt that man. I think you people don’t know me very well. I think you don’t know what I am capable of. How can you defeat me if you can’t predict me? I control my evil, you can’t predict me. A man in the shadows is dangerous. Death is always lurking, don’t ignore him. Watch the ugly, learn. Or be the fool and be liberated ese. See you in Boston, evil thirteen, and te veré muy pronto, Smith Jones.
