Post by Breezy on Jul 12, 2020 9:11:52 GMT -5
Uno!
Dos!
Tres!
¿Hurácan, estas satisfecho?
No.
¿Porque, Hurácan?
He sits in a throne draped in shimmering blue velvet. Flamenco dancers circle about him doing their own thing when a room-clearing thunderclap brings everyone front and center. Sweat drenches from these young lovers, but they by no means look exhausted.
In the course of my dominance around this planet, tell me, how many times have I faced odds greater than now? Size is factor this week. It will be my name in annuals of one week. I ask you, though, can this Ojo Loco really hope to stop the storm that has been brewing?
¡Nunca jamás! ¡Nunca contra el huracán!
Now what did I say about the sexy Spanish, huh?
¡Menos rápidos!
Good. Good. Now how about we see those titles again. I feel the need to bronze next to their gold.
Huracán más Sexy breathes himself into a moment unlike anything in history. He remembers himself.
I was not always perfect. Not always the mark of sexy, you see. Time bred me with experience. Tested me every day so that I would be worthy of that crown. To be sexy, mi amor, means to surrender the self to the next level. Any man could sit in this throne and call himself a king. Call himself a Zeus or Rrrrrra.
All hail the Sun God ...... RRRRRRRRRRRRa!
Yes, my loyal beauties, thank you for that in stereo ….. As I was saying, yes, any man can proclaim himself anything on a throne like mine. Few can be more than such words of power. See, to be the sexiest of all means that title exists only in the moment. My flesh and bones are not the sexiest, but the Hurricane is. Does that make sense yet, mi amor?
¿Por qué no lo haría?
Right. Of course it makes sense. To be sexy is also the power of suggestion. The power to lead by example, and what shining example of sexy the Hurricane brings to that ring. People now see why it was a travesty to keep him from the main event. But they have corrected those mistakes. Honor brings this Ojo Loco to my feet. But he is not sext ….. no, he is only a mortal trying to be on par with the Hurricane. What say you, mi amor?
llevarlo a la justicia, mí Amor. ¡Derrrrrrrrrotalo!
Of course! Your passion is my fire, mi amor. No …… mi fuego!
He hops from the throne with all ten of his belts hovering in circle like a giant pinwheel. Only he and Abilene have the dance floor inside that hurricane of love. Tall dance partners raise the belt above their heads with their female counterparts in front of them.
They twirl at times. They dip and strut. Everything to mimic and highlight the dance of two worthier souls. Huracán más Sexy then spins Abilene in multiple circles until her hair gets that ruffled look of a maiden against the desert heat. Huracán stomps his foot.
Yes! Yes! That is the style! That is what we came here to see! All of you, look upon your goddess!
Abilene makes her first step from Huracán to the playing of a trumpet to match her grace. Huracán más Sexy holds his hips in delight, welcoming her to steal the show.
She twirls many times to become a cyclone herself. Rose petals drop from the ceiling on that Olympus of sexy, and the mountain of beautiful people who call it home. None more the Huracán más Sexy.
Time for another dance. All of you, join mi amor and lift her high. Make sure she is an angel!
He walks around them with a slick shine of his blue blazer. The mask of Huracán más Sexy gives him additional style points. He then throws it off without losing his mask or cowl. Now in full wrestling gear, he intercepts Abilene from their followers for a graceful tango.
They separate the group and head for the throne of Huracán más Sexy to his theme “¡Abracadabra!”. Abilene gets the hips going while Hurricane gives her the space to be the better dancer.
They go backwards until landing into his chair like the conquistador and conquered.
Save you energy, mi amor. They are not worthy of such things. Not the unsexy eyes coveting your perfect curves. I would be beside myself to say anything else. Alas! We have more matters at hand!
I see, Ojo Loco. I saw what you did to not one but two capable fighters. You are strong in the body, but not in the mind. I see your desperate style breaking down against someone you cannot manhandle.
Where I sit today, it becomes painfully clear that the Hurricane has already punched his ticket to this final of the Luchabowl. Oh yes, he has seen through everything you consider a respectable game.
How do you account for his balance? How do you practice for the styles of offense resonating from someone like Huracán más Sexy? You have no answer for what is not mortal. His sexiness will be the final decider, when your ugly, disgusting personality comes true. When the people see something lanky, weird and indistinguishable from the disgusting world devoid of sexiness. What do you do then?
Dancers circle him with Huracán más Sexy’s many World Titles lifting him above the real world.
Mi amor?
¿Sí, Huracán?
If the Hurricane was not so fast. Not so strong. Not so talented ….. would you worry for him?
¡Nunca jamás!
Now when he looks upon this House that Sexy built. He sees the power of the sexiest mind to arrange such a lavish palace. Ojo Loco has no idea what to make of this place. He would have you believe that some wandering van makes for a heroic steed. So we shall end that discussion here!
O, mí caballero.
Huracán más Sexy hops onto his chair with people hooking him to a harness. He then signals for what appears to be a gallant Spanish horse cantering into the room. Its palomino coat gives to the mastic. A blue, sparkling saddle reads Huracán más Sexy on its side.
Huracán lifts into the air with Abilene in his arms. She leans forward like Michelangelo’s cherubim. Huracán poses until both have landed on the sparkling saddle. He then detaches from the supports.
Well, now I am on a horse. A sexy horse!
¡Que rrrrrrrico!
You do not understand the grace it take for me to lower myself to your massively misguided level. Ojo Loco will have you all believe that his answer to everything is through the lens of deceit. How dare you, sir? How dare you treat these normal, unsexy people like trash?
The Hurricane has already claimed on victim in the ring. Now, he shall march circles around you. You clumsy oaf. You overgrown turnip of a soul. And bet you cannot dance!
Why? Because the Hurricane has seen your moves. He watches and learns how to destroy those that threaten his place among the sexy gods. Beings so sexy they would blind your one, crazy eye!
Now be ashamed. Cry if you must. Because you cannot. But this most sexy horse can!
They ride to Spanish guitar as the pure blood Spanish horse shows off its tricks. A bright canter goes into a three step dance with poetic grace. It makes three gallant circles before the wires take Huracán más Sexy and Abilene into the rafters. His turbine returns as well, blowing them with forceful winds.
Hurricane to you now, but a competitor to the end. He must vanquish everyone that looks to harm the honest game in the ring. He has the true sportsmanship to outdo people like you, Ojo Loco.
Don’t think for a moment that this will not be another match for the Hurricane. Everyone sits here on the calmest days of the week. They plot. They scheme They dream of a foot on my chest.
No. I warned Chupa not to underestimate the calm. He did not. Now I am one match from the title of Luchabowl Champion.
You think this tournament will be so easy because you fought two people last week. I assure you that this week will not by like any match of your entire career. The Hurricane brings his sexiness to the ring in ways only the gods can imagine.
You, who are without the hint of his sexiness, have no place before me. You have no place to be in a main event. These are because of the Hurricane and not your misdeeds. His honor holds true.
¡Huracán, el gente te ama!
The people do love me. As do you, mi amor. For you have seen the man and the Hurricane and lived to tell the tale. This moment of silence is just the eye of his storm. I will warn everyone the same because this is only the beginning. Monday will be your reckoning as well!
The descend and land perfectly on to the saddle again. His pure blood Spanish horse makes another round of the area. Male dancers hold the titles as tribute to his sexiness.
What is one great storm to do but prove it means everything it says? The Hurricane does not enjoy the pain of others. No! It only teaches what those who try to challenge its might.
You did yourself a favor last week. But you did not steal the show. You did not get five stars. The fans saw your heart and passion, and they weren’t so impressed. You have a chance at greatness.
Maybe, fate sees the Hurriacne’s end. I do not. But the sexiest of storms will be here Monday no matter what you do to stop it. His moonsault has claimed more titles than any in Luchabowl can claim.
Rest assured that you will get all five stars this time. Because Huracán más Sexy will be there. He will show you to another W in his eternal column of wins. One away from number 11.
What you do this week will determine how far you go after this great match with the sexiest opponent of your entire career. He applauds you for not running away. Many have and will so in the future. This moment belongs to you and the Hurricane. Enjoy it while it lasts …. the storm will be here very soon.
The Spanish horse stops for one moment so that dancers can pile all of his titles across Huracán’s lap. Once all have gone into place, he and Abilene ride off into an area off screen.
Moments later, it cuts to a panning shot of them riding across Elysium worthy fields to a golden dusk worthy of any wonderful Spaniard. It is the paramount of sexy
