Post by Crash Rodriguez on Aug 11, 2019 22:06:34 GMT -5
July 17th, 2015
2 days after Crash Rodriguez was crowned the "Maestro del Partido de la Muerte" .
It's been two days since he lost his incisor. Two days since Crash Rodriguez (at this time using the name "Crashtastico") donned a barbedwire crowd and performed a diving headbutt to his opponent and former tag partner, El Ganso. Two days since the two men crashed through a flaming table after a botched "Crash Report", at the time called "La Collisión". Fourty-eight hours since he suffered another concussion after being whipped head first into the turnbuckle post. Two whole fucking days since he had his hand raised as blood flooded his face, and being named the "Master of the Death Match" for his father's small wrestling promotion.
It's now his birthday. It's his 17th birthday, and instead of a birthday party, he and the roster are celebrating the event. The celebration was postponed, we weren't sure if Ganso would make a recovery anytime soon, but the man is a fighter. The shabby club of the night was filled with dancing women and men. A couple confused gringos stood in a corner, perhaps they realized the language barrier wouldn't help their chances of bedding a latina. Crash shakes his head, he's seen this sight many a times, yet as his head moves left and right his vision blurs. The recent match has really done a number on him. As his eyesight focuses he notices a woman standing with the American men. Her recently curled blonde hair falling past his shoulders, resembling golden waterfalls. It'd be a lie if he said he wasn't smitten by her immediately. She glances over at the young man, flashing a smile at him causing him to realize he's been staring at her.
As he's about to walk up to her, he's tapped on the shoulder by another man. It's none other than his father, Collisión Rodriguez. He hands his son a big bottle of tequila, to hell if his son is only 17 and can't drink yet, his son won the whole tournament, and in his eyes that calls for a celebration. The young Crash wasn't a fan of drinking yet, althought in time he's opinion would sway far from now. His father was easily a functioning alcoholic. Although, the word functioning is a stretch.
Collisión Rodriguez: "My boy, what a showing you did. It's about time you finally lived up to the family legacy!"
Collisión Rodriguez notices his son eyeing the white woman across the room. He rests his hands on his son's shoulders as he shakes his head, his demeanor quickly changing from proud to annoyed.
Collisión Rodriguez: "Son, why must you make oogley eyes at her. Find yourself a nice mexican woman, they understand our culture better, my boy. White women, American's like her. They are no good, look at your mother for an example."
Crash pulls away from his father. He's been living with him for nearly 3 years now, the common put downs against his mother have always irked him. He remembers the first time he spoke against his father after freshly moving in with his father at 14. His dad spoke ill of his mother, and Crash told him off, his reward was his father throwing him into a wall and pinning him to the floor. He shook away the thought, as his dad spoke once more.
Collisión Rodriguez: "What's the matter, son?
The thought of his mother's funeral begins to fill his mind. He remember that he'd cried so much after her death there were no tears left to be shed at the funeral. He sat silent, still face. His world became surreal, he felt like a zombie shambling through life. He remembers feeling everybody stare at him, concerned with how stone faced he was. Some wrote him off as unhinged or crazy. He was never highly viewed before, but now he became a pariah. He snaps back to reality and looks at his father.
Crash Rodriguez: "You ever speak of her that way again and I'l break your fucking neck."
Perhaps winning the deathmatch tournament had already given the young man a big head, or maybe he finally knew he wasn't the same scrawny child he was when he first met his father. All he he knows is he had enough of his old man's shit. He was sick of being afraid of this violent, scumbag. Sure, Crash owes him his entire wrestling career, a dream ever since being a child, but he's done being pushed around.
His father stands in place, surprised by the threat. Crash expects to be attacked but instead his father walks off in a huff. Crash turns back to where the woman was standing, but instead only sees the 3 men she was with earlier. He takes a long swig of his tequila bottle as he approaches the group. He figured a little liquid courage wouldn't hurt.
Crash: "Hey, you guys with that blonde from earlier?"
Bro #1: "Yooo! Ya speak english, my guy?"
Crash: "English words are leaving my mouth."
Bro #2: "Man, that's totally rad. We finally found a Mexican who we can talk to!"
Bro #3: "Look dog, think you can help us get some ladies? We'll tell you what to say, just translate."
Crash: "I'm not a fucking translator, now that girl. You guys know her?"
Bro #1: "Yeah, yeah my guy. It's my sister. She stepped out for a cigarette."
Crash: "Thanks man"
Crash walk away from the group, heading up the stairs. Never hearing, or at least ignoring, what the man shouts up to him.
Bro #1: "No problem my guy, but don't go looking for a bang. She's a prude."
Crash Rodriguez steps out of the club and outside. He spots her immediately leaning against a light pole lighting her cigarette with a shiny silver zippo. He watches as she pulls the cigarette away from her lips, her dark lipstick leaving a mark on the cigarette butt. He walks up to her and she notices him approaching as she smiles.
Blonde Girl: "Hey there, handsome. I noticed you noticing me earlier."
Crash smiles and starts to speak, but the words won't leave his throat. He feels like he's suffocating. The young woman chuckles.
Blonde Girl: "What's wrong, man? Cat got your tongue?"
Crash: "Yeah, I mean, you're quite pretty."
The young woman laughs at how much he is stumbling over his words. She's flattered even.
Blonde Girl: "You're a shy guy, huh? I'll carry you through this. My name's Abigail, but I go by Gail. What's your name?"
Crash: "I'm Crashtastico."
Gail looks at him quizzically, she thinks it's a strange name and a slight giggle leaves her lips.
Gail: "What kind of name is that?"
Crash's cheeks get rosy, he realizes how awkward it was to use his wrestling name.
Crash: "Oh. Uh... I'm sorry, I'm a pro wrestler. It's my stage name."
Gail: "Ok, Crash..."
She cuts his name short, perhaps a playful nickname. It's enough for Crash to smile slightly, trying hard not to show his recently missing tooth.
Gail: "I suppose being a wrestler explains that missing tooth."
The young man quickly feels dejected, he thought she hadn't noticed.
Gail: "While Crashtastico is a cute name, what's your real name?"
Crash: "It's Charles. My mom named me after her dad."
Gail: "Well, Charlie, I'm getting kind of tired. Would you mind walking me to my hotel? What's safer than being escorted by a strong wrestler?"
She giggles as Crash nods and they walk to her hotel. The whole way the two talk and flirt, Crash begins lto loosen up, no longer stammering words and being able to hold a conversation. They finally arrive at her hotel.
Gail: "Why don't you come up to my room, Charlie?"
Crash's heart stops momentarily, he knows what this means. This would be his first time, but he would never admit it. He looks at her face as she awaits his answer, and all that he can think of is how beautiful this woman is. He looks at his hands and realizes they had finished his bottle on their walk here. He smiles at her and opens his mouth
Crash: "Lead the way"
2 days after Crash Rodriguez was crowned the "Maestro del Partido de la Muerte" .
It's been two days since he lost his incisor. Two days since Crash Rodriguez (at this time using the name "Crashtastico") donned a barbedwire crowd and performed a diving headbutt to his opponent and former tag partner, El Ganso. Two days since the two men crashed through a flaming table after a botched "Crash Report", at the time called "La Collisión". Fourty-eight hours since he suffered another concussion after being whipped head first into the turnbuckle post. Two whole fucking days since he had his hand raised as blood flooded his face, and being named the "Master of the Death Match" for his father's small wrestling promotion.
It's now his birthday. It's his 17th birthday, and instead of a birthday party, he and the roster are celebrating the event. The celebration was postponed, we weren't sure if Ganso would make a recovery anytime soon, but the man is a fighter. The shabby club of the night was filled with dancing women and men. A couple confused gringos stood in a corner, perhaps they realized the language barrier wouldn't help their chances of bedding a latina. Crash shakes his head, he's seen this sight many a times, yet as his head moves left and right his vision blurs. The recent match has really done a number on him. As his eyesight focuses he notices a woman standing with the American men. Her recently curled blonde hair falling past his shoulders, resembling golden waterfalls. It'd be a lie if he said he wasn't smitten by her immediately. She glances over at the young man, flashing a smile at him causing him to realize he's been staring at her.
As he's about to walk up to her, he's tapped on the shoulder by another man. It's none other than his father, Collisión Rodriguez. He hands his son a big bottle of tequila, to hell if his son is only 17 and can't drink yet, his son won the whole tournament, and in his eyes that calls for a celebration. The young Crash wasn't a fan of drinking yet, althought in time he's opinion would sway far from now. His father was easily a functioning alcoholic. Although, the word functioning is a stretch.
Collisión Rodriguez: "My boy, what a showing you did. It's about time you finally lived up to the family legacy!"
Collisión Rodriguez notices his son eyeing the white woman across the room. He rests his hands on his son's shoulders as he shakes his head, his demeanor quickly changing from proud to annoyed.
Collisión Rodriguez: "Son, why must you make oogley eyes at her. Find yourself a nice mexican woman, they understand our culture better, my boy. White women, American's like her. They are no good, look at your mother for an example."
Crash pulls away from his father. He's been living with him for nearly 3 years now, the common put downs against his mother have always irked him. He remembers the first time he spoke against his father after freshly moving in with his father at 14. His dad spoke ill of his mother, and Crash told him off, his reward was his father throwing him into a wall and pinning him to the floor. He shook away the thought, as his dad spoke once more.
Collisión Rodriguez: "What's the matter, son?
The thought of his mother's funeral begins to fill his mind. He remember that he'd cried so much after her death there were no tears left to be shed at the funeral. He sat silent, still face. His world became surreal, he felt like a zombie shambling through life. He remembers feeling everybody stare at him, concerned with how stone faced he was. Some wrote him off as unhinged or crazy. He was never highly viewed before, but now he became a pariah. He snaps back to reality and looks at his father.
Crash Rodriguez: "You ever speak of her that way again and I'l break your fucking neck."
Perhaps winning the deathmatch tournament had already given the young man a big head, or maybe he finally knew he wasn't the same scrawny child he was when he first met his father. All he he knows is he had enough of his old man's shit. He was sick of being afraid of this violent, scumbag. Sure, Crash owes him his entire wrestling career, a dream ever since being a child, but he's done being pushed around.
His father stands in place, surprised by the threat. Crash expects to be attacked but instead his father walks off in a huff. Crash turns back to where the woman was standing, but instead only sees the 3 men she was with earlier. He takes a long swig of his tequila bottle as he approaches the group. He figured a little liquid courage wouldn't hurt.
Crash: "Hey, you guys with that blonde from earlier?"
Bro #1: "Yooo! Ya speak english, my guy?"
Crash: "English words are leaving my mouth."
Bro #2: "Man, that's totally rad. We finally found a Mexican who we can talk to!"
Bro #3: "Look dog, think you can help us get some ladies? We'll tell you what to say, just translate."
Crash: "I'm not a fucking translator, now that girl. You guys know her?"
Bro #1: "Yeah, yeah my guy. It's my sister. She stepped out for a cigarette."
Crash: "Thanks man"
Crash walk away from the group, heading up the stairs. Never hearing, or at least ignoring, what the man shouts up to him.
Bro #1: "No problem my guy, but don't go looking for a bang. She's a prude."
Crash Rodriguez steps out of the club and outside. He spots her immediately leaning against a light pole lighting her cigarette with a shiny silver zippo. He watches as she pulls the cigarette away from her lips, her dark lipstick leaving a mark on the cigarette butt. He walks up to her and she notices him approaching as she smiles.
Blonde Girl: "Hey there, handsome. I noticed you noticing me earlier."
Crash smiles and starts to speak, but the words won't leave his throat. He feels like he's suffocating. The young woman chuckles.
Blonde Girl: "What's wrong, man? Cat got your tongue?"
Crash: "Yeah, I mean, you're quite pretty."
The young woman laughs at how much he is stumbling over his words. She's flattered even.
Blonde Girl: "You're a shy guy, huh? I'll carry you through this. My name's Abigail, but I go by Gail. What's your name?"
Crash: "I'm Crashtastico."
Gail looks at him quizzically, she thinks it's a strange name and a slight giggle leaves her lips.
Gail: "What kind of name is that?"
Crash's cheeks get rosy, he realizes how awkward it was to use his wrestling name.
Crash: "Oh. Uh... I'm sorry, I'm a pro wrestler. It's my stage name."
Gail: "Ok, Crash..."
She cuts his name short, perhaps a playful nickname. It's enough for Crash to smile slightly, trying hard not to show his recently missing tooth.
Gail: "I suppose being a wrestler explains that missing tooth."
The young man quickly feels dejected, he thought she hadn't noticed.
Gail: "While Crashtastico is a cute name, what's your real name?"
Crash: "It's Charles. My mom named me after her dad."
Gail: "Well, Charlie, I'm getting kind of tired. Would you mind walking me to my hotel? What's safer than being escorted by a strong wrestler?"
She giggles as Crash nods and they walk to her hotel. The whole way the two talk and flirt, Crash begins lto loosen up, no longer stammering words and being able to hold a conversation. They finally arrive at her hotel.
Gail: "Why don't you come up to my room, Charlie?"
Crash's heart stops momentarily, he knows what this means. This would be his first time, but he would never admit it. He looks at her face as she awaits his answer, and all that he can think of is how beautiful this woman is. He looks at his hands and realizes they had finished his bottle on their walk here. He smiles at her and opens his mouth
Crash: "Lead the way"