Post by El Muertos on Mar 7, 2020 19:26:24 GMT -5
Troy Butler stands out against the backdrop of an mexican dive bar wearing a crisp suit and his hair well groomed. He adjusts his jacket and husses his tie as if he’s nervous waiting for the camera team to give him the okay. Troy takes a deep breath closing his eyes readying himself to enter the bar.
Tobacco smog fills the atmosphere of the small dank bar. Men play pool, drink and watch sports up on a tiny thirty year old box tv hung above the bar. The bartender seeing Troy doesn’t fit in here knows he’s here for El Muertos and points Troy to a both in the corner of the bar. Troy squeezes past the drunk patrons that don’t bother to get out of the way of the well dressed gringo. Across the back wall there are four booths, three of which are packed with more drunk men than the booths can handle. And in the fourth El Muertos sits alone. Troy joins him at the booth.
El Muertos: Gracias por venir mi amigo.
Troy: Sorry... I don’t speak any Spanish.
El Muertos: Thanks for adventuring down here amigo.
Troy: Well your message sounded so intriguing, I had to.
El Muertos: First Troy I must apologise to you. At Liberty or Death I interrupted your interview taking a moment away from you and making your job harder. Please, ese, accept that I dare not disrespect you. So, I apologise.
Troy: That's really no problem. It was more Warrens' moment you intrup.....
El Muertos: And i will not apologise to him! A man like him needs to be disrespected so that he can think and ask himself...why. Why do people disrespect me. If he doesn't ever work it out, i'll make it clear to him. People like Warrens do not deserve their position in the world standing above hard working good men like you and me.
Troy: So am I here to walk about Warrens? And the contendership?
El Muertos: Amigo, look at my face. Painted to resemble a skull, to resemble death. Do you think I care about shiny belts?
Troy: Not the belt, what the belt represents. Being the best in Alpha?
El Muertos: The idea of being the best is moronic Troy. No one person is better than any other and to think that is pride, pure evil. I’m not here to prove anything to anyone. I’m here to help people. By hurting them my fallen opponents will look deep inside themselves and make changes.
Troy: Okay. So why did you invite me here?
Without a word Muertos climbs out the booth and signals for Troy to follow him. No one seems to take any notice as he steps into the back of the pub. Troy follows into a dimly lit room. There's one window with black sacks tapped up blocking any daylight. A single bulb hanging from the ceiling has the job of lighting his depressing room. Under the light is a rug that’s heavily blood stained.
Troy: What is this place?
El Muertos: I like you, Troy. Asking the right questions, always on the hunt for knowledge. This room is an evil place. Horrible things have happened here.
The luchador kicks in the back of Troy leg so the interviewer falls to his knees on the dirty rug.
El Muertos: I have a match this week against Jaice Wilds. PKA is relying on me to win this otherwise we are out of the tournament. I let him down last week, I'm not excited to do it again. Es hora de que la muerte vuelva a ganar.
Troy: What’s happening here?
Muertos circles around Troy just like a predator to prey. You can see Troy is getting agitated as he nervously sweats.
El Muertos: I’m joking amigo, stand you.
Troy goes to stand up but before comfortably back on his feet Muertos kicks him in the kick. Holding his stomach he falls back to his knees in pain.
Troy: What are you doing? Why?
El Muertos: Jaice comes from a place similar to me, full of pain and suffering. I don’t believe i have much to teach the boy on the hardships of this world. You however Troy! You need to be brought down to our level. So i will send a message to the Alpha roster through you!
Troy tries to get on all fours and crawl away but Muertos behind him grabs Troy into a head lock and holds his head looking directly at the camera.
El Muertos: Tell the fans your crimes Troy. Let the people know your evils. You're not the nice man we all think you are. I know you're hiding evil that wants to escape. Tell us your Troy.
Troy tries to ignore Muertos with his eye tightly shut.
El Muertos: Canta para mi perra.
Muertos let’s go allowing Troy to fall to the floor lying on the bloodstained rung gasping for air.
El Muertos: Listen to me Jaice. Round tres amigo. I elimited you to liberty or death. PKA pinned you on Monday ese. How much more humiliation you wonna take from these luchadors amigo. I know the life you have lived and don’t deserve the humiliation you will receive. You don’t need to win this fight amigo. Stay at home on Monday, fight another day. You don’t want to end up like Troy here.
The Alpha interviewer tries to get back to his feet. With one look from Muertos Troy cowers, but instead of hitting him Muertos helps Troy back to his feet. Troy looks shocked and confused while the luchador pats the dust off him and shakes Troy’s head in a friendly manner.
Troy starts to try and sneak out of the door. Muertos doesn’t stop him.
El Muertos: Warn the roster Troy. Death is not to be negotiated. Death is not interested in shiney titles. Death wants debts settled. La muerte está lista para hacer cualquier cosa para cortar alfa venir. Jaice is first on the list. Being the best has a reward for death. I only care about collecting souls and destroying evil men. Respect is earned, it’s time Alpha earn mine.
Tobacco smog fills the atmosphere of the small dank bar. Men play pool, drink and watch sports up on a tiny thirty year old box tv hung above the bar. The bartender seeing Troy doesn’t fit in here knows he’s here for El Muertos and points Troy to a both in the corner of the bar. Troy squeezes past the drunk patrons that don’t bother to get out of the way of the well dressed gringo. Across the back wall there are four booths, three of which are packed with more drunk men than the booths can handle. And in the fourth El Muertos sits alone. Troy joins him at the booth.
El Muertos: Gracias por venir mi amigo.
Troy: Sorry... I don’t speak any Spanish.
El Muertos: Thanks for adventuring down here amigo.
Troy: Well your message sounded so intriguing, I had to.
El Muertos: First Troy I must apologise to you. At Liberty or Death I interrupted your interview taking a moment away from you and making your job harder. Please, ese, accept that I dare not disrespect you. So, I apologise.
Troy: That's really no problem. It was more Warrens' moment you intrup.....
El Muertos: And i will not apologise to him! A man like him needs to be disrespected so that he can think and ask himself...why. Why do people disrespect me. If he doesn't ever work it out, i'll make it clear to him. People like Warrens do not deserve their position in the world standing above hard working good men like you and me.
Troy: So am I here to walk about Warrens? And the contendership?
El Muertos: Amigo, look at my face. Painted to resemble a skull, to resemble death. Do you think I care about shiny belts?
Troy: Not the belt, what the belt represents. Being the best in Alpha?
El Muertos: The idea of being the best is moronic Troy. No one person is better than any other and to think that is pride, pure evil. I’m not here to prove anything to anyone. I’m here to help people. By hurting them my fallen opponents will look deep inside themselves and make changes.
Troy: Okay. So why did you invite me here?
Without a word Muertos climbs out the booth and signals for Troy to follow him. No one seems to take any notice as he steps into the back of the pub. Troy follows into a dimly lit room. There's one window with black sacks tapped up blocking any daylight. A single bulb hanging from the ceiling has the job of lighting his depressing room. Under the light is a rug that’s heavily blood stained.
Troy: What is this place?
El Muertos: I like you, Troy. Asking the right questions, always on the hunt for knowledge. This room is an evil place. Horrible things have happened here.
The luchador kicks in the back of Troy leg so the interviewer falls to his knees on the dirty rug.
El Muertos: I have a match this week against Jaice Wilds. PKA is relying on me to win this otherwise we are out of the tournament. I let him down last week, I'm not excited to do it again. Es hora de que la muerte vuelva a ganar.
Troy: What’s happening here?
Muertos circles around Troy just like a predator to prey. You can see Troy is getting agitated as he nervously sweats.
El Muertos: I’m joking amigo, stand you.
Troy goes to stand up but before comfortably back on his feet Muertos kicks him in the kick. Holding his stomach he falls back to his knees in pain.
Troy: What are you doing? Why?
El Muertos: Jaice comes from a place similar to me, full of pain and suffering. I don’t believe i have much to teach the boy on the hardships of this world. You however Troy! You need to be brought down to our level. So i will send a message to the Alpha roster through you!
Troy tries to get on all fours and crawl away but Muertos behind him grabs Troy into a head lock and holds his head looking directly at the camera.
El Muertos: Tell the fans your crimes Troy. Let the people know your evils. You're not the nice man we all think you are. I know you're hiding evil that wants to escape. Tell us your Troy.
Troy tries to ignore Muertos with his eye tightly shut.
El Muertos: Canta para mi perra.
Muertos let’s go allowing Troy to fall to the floor lying on the bloodstained rung gasping for air.
El Muertos: Listen to me Jaice. Round tres amigo. I elimited you to liberty or death. PKA pinned you on Monday ese. How much more humiliation you wonna take from these luchadors amigo. I know the life you have lived and don’t deserve the humiliation you will receive. You don’t need to win this fight amigo. Stay at home on Monday, fight another day. You don’t want to end up like Troy here.
The Alpha interviewer tries to get back to his feet. With one look from Muertos Troy cowers, but instead of hitting him Muertos helps Troy back to his feet. Troy looks shocked and confused while the luchador pats the dust off him and shakes Troy’s head in a friendly manner.
El Muertos: I told you I respect you Troy. If you don’t want to tell the people your evil secrets I won’t force you. I will force Jaice Wilds to rethink his options after our battle on Monday. From the pain i cause him, we'll think about what's important. The tournament, shiny belts, pro wrestling. None of that is important. I know the life you have lived in Jaice, i too know hardships. The difference ese, is I am built from my hardships. You ran away from them, and allow them to control you. This is your evil. Your evils will be the ruin of you.
Troy starts to try and sneak out of the door. Muertos doesn’t stop him.
El Muertos: Warn the roster Troy. Death is not to be negotiated. Death is not interested in shiney titles. Death wants debts settled. La muerte está lista para hacer cualquier cosa para cortar alfa venir. Jaice is first on the list. Being the best has a reward for death. I only care about collecting souls and destroying evil men. Respect is earned, it’s time Alpha earn mine.
