Post by Thunder Knuckles on Jan 22, 2022 21:02:22 GMT -5
Outside of a Home Depot in Arizona. Marcus Welsh pulls up to what are presumably illegal aliens. Not outer space aliens but Mexicans who jumped the border. Marcus sees a man of intrigue he's wearing full-legged baby blue spandex with red spots over his knees, a matching luchador mask, and of course a red cape without a shirt.
You there.
The luchador points to himself and cracks a shit-eating grin.
Yes, you. Have you ever wrestled?
The luchador nods his head yes. At this time all the other Mexicans who are surrounding Welsh start walking away, all except this luchador.
Do you speak English?
The luchador nods his head yes and makes the international sight for a little with this thumb and pointer finger.
Yo quiero taco nacho.
Uh-huh. Like I was saying there is no pay but if you win. You can be on OCW's next Pay-Per-View. That does pay and well I might add.
The luchador smiles.
The people you'll be facing in the Battle Royal are Dadbod-
The luchador rubs his own pretty large belly.
Alright, Fanny-
The luchador rolls his eyes.
Pinch-a-poota.
Welsh doesn't seem amused but continues anyway.
Meghan and Veronica Strader-
The luchador immediately starts laughing.
Max Rotten...
Welsh was expecting a reaction of some sort but he doesn't get one.
Well, What do you think? Are you interested?
Cee. Burrito habanero jalapeno poor flavor. Undalay undalay areba areba.
Welsh looks at this luchador with a cocked eye.
What's your name?
The luchador takes an overly long time to answer.
El...
El...
El Knuckle?
Welsh pauses for a second before buying it, much to EK's chagrin.
There's no time better than the present to cut a promo on these guys. Show me what you got kid!
Umm... Tortilla tequila sombrero-
I thought you said you can speak English?
Fine! For fucks sake! People don't hire good English-speaking gardeners for work. I just figured you wanted the authentic Lucha experience, Mother Fucker!
That's pretty good English.
Cee. I'm not too goddamn worried about the competition. You have a fan girl who actually made he own fans to cool off whatever fucking momentum she would have had. A guy whose fucking body type is worse than mine and prides himself on it. The fucking Strader bitches who's about as worthless as tits on fighting cock. Max Rotten, talk about a fucking guy who wishes he was badass. We have a name for that in Mexico.
You do?
Yeah, Omega. You either get it or you don't I could give a fuck less. Then you got whatever useless sperm that only happened to be first place once when they made it to a goddamn egg. Doesn't matter line'em up I'll knock'em down, hombre, or at least throw some bitches over the top rope. So, are we fucking good?
Welsh nods his head and feels like he's got a good competitor for the event.