Post by Esix Cordero on Dec 30, 2010 3:35:17 GMT -5
December, 2006 – Mexico City
“…Y El Hijo del Fénix asciende a la tercera cuerda!”
The Mexican wrestling announcer enthusiastically calls an ongoing match between two masked wrestlers. One is an older, flabby looking man donning a white mask and tights. He lies on the mat out cold. The other is a younger looking man with long, bristly hair sticking out of the back of his red and yellow mask. He stands on the top rope as the crowd cheers him on.
“HIJO! HIJO! HIJO!”
The young man stands on the turnbuckle and motions to the crowd before executing a moonsault, planting square on the other luchadore. He covers him for the pinfall attempt…
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
The bell rings and the crowd cheers as the young masked wrestler has his arm raised in victory. He rushes back to the turnbuckle and blows a kiss to the crowd in celebration. He hops down and exits the ring, high fiving members of the crowd on his way out.
Later… Backstage.
The victorious masked wrestler sits in front of his locker, unstrapping his boots. He pries one off and drops it into his duffel bag. Another fellow wrestler pats him on the back as he walks by, and the young luchadore gives him a nod. He takes off the other boot and sighs. It’s then that a larger, more muscular wrestler sits beside him. He’s a clean cut guy dressed in blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt. The masked wrestler looks over at him.
“You hear from that Canadian promotion, Rio?”
He nods.
“Yeah, we’re booked next month, but we’re gonna have to leave tomorrow to fill out immigration papers and shit...”
The masked wrestler doesn’t respond as he continues to disrobe down to his compression shorts. Rio stares at him with mild concern.
“I think I’m having some second thoughts…” Rio admits. “I mean, we’ve got a pretty good gig here. The fans love us here, y’know? I don’t think they’re gonna know who we are up in Canada…”
The masked wrestler peels off his mask and drops it in his bag. He brushes back his dangling hair with his fingers. The masked wrestler is a babyfaced Esix Cordero.
“Aren’t you sick of living in dad’s shadow, Rio? Plus we can’t stay here… Everyone knows the promotion is going under. We haven’t been paid in the last three weeks, bro… I’m sick of checks bouncing. Believe me, getting outta here is the best thing for us.”
Rio pauses in reflection. He exhales and shrugs.
“I suppose you’re right… Have you told Mo yet?”
“No…” Esix says, staring into the ground.
A silence lingers between the two brothers for a moment. Rio then stands and pats Esix on the back.
“Alright, well I’m out of here… I gotta get packing. See you at home?”
“Yeah… I’ll see you later.”
“Hey, good win tonight.” Rio says with a sincere smile.
Esix cracks a smile and nods.
“Thanks.”
Later…
After a shower, Esix exits the locker room dressed in a plain black t-shirt and jeans with his bag slung over his shoulder. Standing waiting for him is a lovely young woman dressed in a black tank top and shorts. She smiles and throws her arms around Esix’s neck, pecking him on the cheek.
“Great job tonight, baby!”
Esix smirks.
“Thanks, Mo.”
“You gonna stick around for the main event? Your pops versus mine in a ladder match!”
Esix chuckles.
“Nah, I gotta get back home…”
Esix’s expression turns to a frown. He stares into Moana’s eyes with some concern.
“What’s wrong, Esix?” Moana asks.
“Um..” Esix pauses. “Nothing. Listen, I gotta run. Rio needs help with something. You go watch the match… Tell me how it goes, okay? I’ll call you later.”
Moana smiles.
“Alright baby, I’ll talk to you later.”
Esix leans in for a kiss and they peck. Moana winks and waves before walking off, back to watch the match. Esix scratches at the back of his head. He doesn’t know how to break it to her that he’s going to be leaving…
Forever.
“…Y El Hijo del Fénix asciende a la tercera cuerda!”
The Mexican wrestling announcer enthusiastically calls an ongoing match between two masked wrestlers. One is an older, flabby looking man donning a white mask and tights. He lies on the mat out cold. The other is a younger looking man with long, bristly hair sticking out of the back of his red and yellow mask. He stands on the top rope as the crowd cheers him on.
“HIJO! HIJO! HIJO!”
The young man stands on the turnbuckle and motions to the crowd before executing a moonsault, planting square on the other luchadore. He covers him for the pinfall attempt…
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
The bell rings and the crowd cheers as the young masked wrestler has his arm raised in victory. He rushes back to the turnbuckle and blows a kiss to the crowd in celebration. He hops down and exits the ring, high fiving members of the crowd on his way out.
Later… Backstage.
The victorious masked wrestler sits in front of his locker, unstrapping his boots. He pries one off and drops it into his duffel bag. Another fellow wrestler pats him on the back as he walks by, and the young luchadore gives him a nod. He takes off the other boot and sighs. It’s then that a larger, more muscular wrestler sits beside him. He’s a clean cut guy dressed in blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt. The masked wrestler looks over at him.
“You hear from that Canadian promotion, Rio?”
He nods.
“Yeah, we’re booked next month, but we’re gonna have to leave tomorrow to fill out immigration papers and shit...”
The masked wrestler doesn’t respond as he continues to disrobe down to his compression shorts. Rio stares at him with mild concern.
“I think I’m having some second thoughts…” Rio admits. “I mean, we’ve got a pretty good gig here. The fans love us here, y’know? I don’t think they’re gonna know who we are up in Canada…”
The masked wrestler peels off his mask and drops it in his bag. He brushes back his dangling hair with his fingers. The masked wrestler is a babyfaced Esix Cordero.
“Aren’t you sick of living in dad’s shadow, Rio? Plus we can’t stay here… Everyone knows the promotion is going under. We haven’t been paid in the last three weeks, bro… I’m sick of checks bouncing. Believe me, getting outta here is the best thing for us.”
Rio pauses in reflection. He exhales and shrugs.
“I suppose you’re right… Have you told Mo yet?”
“No…” Esix says, staring into the ground.
A silence lingers between the two brothers for a moment. Rio then stands and pats Esix on the back.
“Alright, well I’m out of here… I gotta get packing. See you at home?”
“Yeah… I’ll see you later.”
“Hey, good win tonight.” Rio says with a sincere smile.
Esix cracks a smile and nods.
“Thanks.”
Later…
After a shower, Esix exits the locker room dressed in a plain black t-shirt and jeans with his bag slung over his shoulder. Standing waiting for him is a lovely young woman dressed in a black tank top and shorts. She smiles and throws her arms around Esix’s neck, pecking him on the cheek.
“Great job tonight, baby!”
Esix smirks.
“Thanks, Mo.”
“You gonna stick around for the main event? Your pops versus mine in a ladder match!”
Esix chuckles.
“Nah, I gotta get back home…”
Esix’s expression turns to a frown. He stares into Moana’s eyes with some concern.
“What’s wrong, Esix?” Moana asks.
“Um..” Esix pauses. “Nothing. Listen, I gotta run. Rio needs help with something. You go watch the match… Tell me how it goes, okay? I’ll call you later.”
Moana smiles.
“Alright baby, I’ll talk to you later.”
Esix leans in for a kiss and they peck. Moana winks and waves before walking off, back to watch the match. Esix scratches at the back of his head. He doesn’t know how to break it to her that he’s going to be leaving…
Forever.