Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2017 19:55:03 GMT -5
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Title: †Breaking into the Big Time†
Location: Gimnasio de Arias - Monterrey, Nuevo León, Mexico
Time: Several Weeks Ago...
Title: †Breaking into the Big Time†
Location: Gimnasio de Arias - Monterrey, Nuevo León, Mexico
Time: Several Weeks Ago...
::It was hot. Scratch that, it was damn hot, and Daniel hated it down here. On some level, Daniel Abrigo wondered if the weather had been a major motivating factor in driving his grandparents north of the US border. But, as a contracted talent scout for the EHWF, Abrigo spent a lot of time moving around in Mexico on business, scouting prospects who may have what it takes to succeed, and more importantly, put butts in the seats of professional wrestling venues across North America. The man prided himself on spotting talent, though, and he liked to believe he was good at his job. Even so, he'd never encountered anyone like his newest find in his few short years in the business. At 21 years old, the kid had shown promise...enough so that Abrigo had gone out and attended several shows featuring the mysterious masked young man whom Daniel Abrigo could only describe in his paperwork as 'a cat stuck in a humans body'...it was a fitting name for the luchadore known only as Jaguar de Oro, or 'Golden Jaguar' in English. And he was the reason that Abrigo was here, sweating his ass off in Monterrey, staring across the street at a ran down gym. Abrigo quickly looked both way, and jogged across the street toward the brick and mortar building, decorated with sprawling artwork on the outside portraying native warriors of old painted across the crumbling facade of the building, and he ducked inside. The Los Angeles native grimaced a bit...it wasn't much better inside than out. In fact, it was almost worse in the stuffy, dingy gym. Across the walls were faded black and white pictures of various lucha libre legends, masked wrestlers from every era. Abrigo's eyes looked over them, and finally settled on a hunched old man, staring at him with dark sunglasses. Abrigo judged the man to probably be in his 70s, with a chiseled face, an stark white hair, the old man's knuckles swollen with arthritis...the cauliflowered ears, though, gave him away as a former wrestler himself. Abrigo stepped over to the man, and ventured uneasily in Spanish.::
Daniel Abrigo: Excuse me, sir...I was looking for Jaguar de Oro. Uhm...I heard that he was trained, here, and I wanted to talk business with him. He's uh...got a mask...
::Abrigo motioned toward his face, trying to indicate a mask before remembering that he was talking to a man who probably had seen hundreds of masked wrestlers throughout his life. Besides that, the old man was simply staring at him, unmoving.::
Daniel Abrigo: ...sir?
::Abrigo peered around...there wasn't anyone else around, and the old guy hadn't even moved since he entered, simply sitting and staring at him....Abrigo still hadn't seen him even breathe, really. A horrifying thought began to creep into Abrigo's mind. Slooowly, he reached out his hand, reaching out to pat the old timer on the shoulder, and see if he would react. However, at the last second, a hand slapped Abrigo on the back of the shoulder, and said in accented english.::
Man: Hey! What are you doing, amigo?
::It was enough to send Abrigo's heart into his throat. He yelped, like a dog, and jumped, spinning to find himself staring at the grinning face of a young man dressed in a soccer jersey and slacks, tatoos running up and down his arms.::
Daniel Abrigo: Me!? I was uh...I was asking him if I could find Jaguar de Oro here.
Man: Why would you ask him? He is dead.
::Daniel's jaw dropped open, and he looked back to the old man for a moment, and then back at the new comer.::
Daniel Abrigo: He's dead!?
::The newcomer nods.::
Man: It's very sad. Manuel Arias. This is my father's gym.
::Abrigo nodded, as the man extended his hand, and shook it, keeping his distance from the old man now, glancing toward him.::
Daniel Abrigo: So...I mean...maybe it's a bad time...
Manuel Arias: I'll deal with him later. You are looking for Jaguar de Oro. I've seen you, at some of the shows. You are in luck, amigo, I know him. I knew him before he ever put on the mask.
::Manuel motions for Abrigo to follow him, and the scout does so, heading back into the gym area.::
Daniel Abrigo: Really? Who is he?
Manuel Arias: He is Jaguar de Oro...he is the mask he wears. Tell me, amigo...you're from the US. What do you know about the history of these lands, the ancient peoples?
::Abrigo pursed his lips, thinking.::
Daniel Abrigo: Like, Aztecs and such?
::Manuel nods as he leads Abrigo toward the back of the gym, where the sounds of in ring training can be heard echoing.::
Manuel Arias: Aztecs and such. The Aztecs were fierce warriors...but the fiercest among them were known as 'Guerreros Jaguar'. They were the elite warriors among the tribes. It's said that they dressed themselves as jaguars when going to war, in order to honor Tezcatlipoca, the Smoking Mirror, the god of the Night Sky, and to be gifted with the strength, ferocity, and speed of the jaguar itself. Only the those warriors who had proven themselves by capturing 12 enemies...alive...in two consecutive battles...would be granted the honor of becoming guerreros jaguar. They dined with nobles, given concubines...and were allowed to drink with kings.
::Abrigo listened as he walked with Manuel, who lead him into the backroom, where a wrestling ring was set up. Between the ropes was the individual in question, decked out in his jaguar inspired ring gear as four others surrounded him. Quickly, the four struck at their one target, but Jaguar de Oro was quick, as fast as his namesake, slipping clear of the incoming attacks. Acrobatic rolls and flips were on display as the masked wrestler made a monkey out of all four of his opponents, lacing into them with solid strikes and kicks, springing around and off of the ropes and turnbuckles like a circus performer. Abrigo watched, falling silent as one by one, Jaguar ejected each of his opponents over the top rope, sending them tumbling to the floor below, and then dropping to a knee in the middle of the ring, bowing his head. Manuel grinning, clapping, and slapped Abrigo on the shoulder.::
Manuel Arias: What did I tell you? Modern day guerreros jaguar!
::Jaguar rose, and slid out of the ring as Abrigo clapped as well, smiling.::
Daniel Abrigo: Senor Jaguar. Daniel Abrigo. Happy to see you!
::Abrigo extended his hand, and the luchadore gripped it firmly, shaking it. Abrigo was taken aback, however, as the young man answered softly, respectfully, and in english.::
Jaguar de Oro: What can I do for you, Mr. Abrigo?
Daniel Abrigo: I uh...you speak english pretty well. Listen, I'm a contracted talent scout for Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation, in the United States. I've been watching your work the past couple of weeks, and I wanted to invite you up to the EHWF's developmental. I think you could be a big star in the states....the next Rey Mysterio.
::Jaguar looks from Abrigo to Manuel, and back again.::
Jaguar de Oro: I don't know about that....
Daniel Abrigo: It's a chance of a lifetime. If we can come to an agreement, we can get you a work visa, move you up and get you acclimated.
::Jaguar looks toward the doorway, and then back to Manuel again. Manuel frowned a bit and sighed.::
Manuel Arias: If you pass it up, you know he'll be mad.
::Abrigo looked between the two, scowling a bit.::
Daniel Abrigo: Who's 'he'?
::The sound of boots...slow, shuffling steps, could be heard approaching. Slowly, Abrigo turned as a shambling figured hobbled into sight...the old dead man from the front. Abrigo gasped, and pointed.::
Daniel Abrigo: YOU SAID HE WAS DEAD!!!!
::Jaguar looks to Manuel, who looks genuinely confused.::
Manuel Arias: He is, amigo. He can't hear.
::Abrigo looked sharply at Manuel, blinking a few times as Jaguar began to laugh, stepping over to Manuel, and putting an arm around his shoulder.::
Jaguar de Oro: Deaf. He's deaf, not 'dead'. Work on your English while I'm in the states, hermano.
::Abrigo looked to Jaguar, and blinked.::
Daniel Abrigo: We're coming to an agreement?
Jaguar de Oro: Yeah. We'll do it. Come on, let's go talk business. It's my chance to break into the big time, right?
::Jaguar walks past Abrigo, heading out.::
Daniel Abrigo: Excuse me, sir...I was looking for Jaguar de Oro. Uhm...I heard that he was trained, here, and I wanted to talk business with him. He's uh...got a mask...
::Abrigo motioned toward his face, trying to indicate a mask before remembering that he was talking to a man who probably had seen hundreds of masked wrestlers throughout his life. Besides that, the old man was simply staring at him, unmoving.::
Daniel Abrigo: ...sir?
::Abrigo peered around...there wasn't anyone else around, and the old guy hadn't even moved since he entered, simply sitting and staring at him....Abrigo still hadn't seen him even breathe, really. A horrifying thought began to creep into Abrigo's mind. Slooowly, he reached out his hand, reaching out to pat the old timer on the shoulder, and see if he would react. However, at the last second, a hand slapped Abrigo on the back of the shoulder, and said in accented english.::
Man: Hey! What are you doing, amigo?
::It was enough to send Abrigo's heart into his throat. He yelped, like a dog, and jumped, spinning to find himself staring at the grinning face of a young man dressed in a soccer jersey and slacks, tatoos running up and down his arms.::
Daniel Abrigo: Me!? I was uh...I was asking him if I could find Jaguar de Oro here.
Man: Why would you ask him? He is dead.
::Daniel's jaw dropped open, and he looked back to the old man for a moment, and then back at the new comer.::
Daniel Abrigo: He's dead!?
::The newcomer nods.::
Man: It's very sad. Manuel Arias. This is my father's gym.
::Abrigo nodded, as the man extended his hand, and shook it, keeping his distance from the old man now, glancing toward him.::
Daniel Abrigo: So...I mean...maybe it's a bad time...
Manuel Arias: I'll deal with him later. You are looking for Jaguar de Oro. I've seen you, at some of the shows. You are in luck, amigo, I know him. I knew him before he ever put on the mask.
::Manuel motions for Abrigo to follow him, and the scout does so, heading back into the gym area.::
Daniel Abrigo: Really? Who is he?
Manuel Arias: He is Jaguar de Oro...he is the mask he wears. Tell me, amigo...you're from the US. What do you know about the history of these lands, the ancient peoples?
::Abrigo pursed his lips, thinking.::
Daniel Abrigo: Like, Aztecs and such?
::Manuel nods as he leads Abrigo toward the back of the gym, where the sounds of in ring training can be heard echoing.::
Manuel Arias: Aztecs and such. The Aztecs were fierce warriors...but the fiercest among them were known as 'Guerreros Jaguar'. They were the elite warriors among the tribes. It's said that they dressed themselves as jaguars when going to war, in order to honor Tezcatlipoca, the Smoking Mirror, the god of the Night Sky, and to be gifted with the strength, ferocity, and speed of the jaguar itself. Only the those warriors who had proven themselves by capturing 12 enemies...alive...in two consecutive battles...would be granted the honor of becoming guerreros jaguar. They dined with nobles, given concubines...and were allowed to drink with kings.
::Abrigo listened as he walked with Manuel, who lead him into the backroom, where a wrestling ring was set up. Between the ropes was the individual in question, decked out in his jaguar inspired ring gear as four others surrounded him. Quickly, the four struck at their one target, but Jaguar de Oro was quick, as fast as his namesake, slipping clear of the incoming attacks. Acrobatic rolls and flips were on display as the masked wrestler made a monkey out of all four of his opponents, lacing into them with solid strikes and kicks, springing around and off of the ropes and turnbuckles like a circus performer. Abrigo watched, falling silent as one by one, Jaguar ejected each of his opponents over the top rope, sending them tumbling to the floor below, and then dropping to a knee in the middle of the ring, bowing his head. Manuel grinning, clapping, and slapped Abrigo on the shoulder.::
Manuel Arias: What did I tell you? Modern day guerreros jaguar!
::Jaguar rose, and slid out of the ring as Abrigo clapped as well, smiling.::
Daniel Abrigo: Senor Jaguar. Daniel Abrigo. Happy to see you!
::Abrigo extended his hand, and the luchadore gripped it firmly, shaking it. Abrigo was taken aback, however, as the young man answered softly, respectfully, and in english.::
Jaguar de Oro: What can I do for you, Mr. Abrigo?
Daniel Abrigo: I uh...you speak english pretty well. Listen, I'm a contracted talent scout for Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation, in the United States. I've been watching your work the past couple of weeks, and I wanted to invite you up to the EHWF's developmental. I think you could be a big star in the states....the next Rey Mysterio.
::Jaguar looks from Abrigo to Manuel, and back again.::
Jaguar de Oro: I don't know about that....
Daniel Abrigo: It's a chance of a lifetime. If we can come to an agreement, we can get you a work visa, move you up and get you acclimated.
::Jaguar looks toward the doorway, and then back to Manuel again. Manuel frowned a bit and sighed.::
Manuel Arias: If you pass it up, you know he'll be mad.
::Abrigo looked between the two, scowling a bit.::
Daniel Abrigo: Who's 'he'?
::The sound of boots...slow, shuffling steps, could be heard approaching. Slowly, Abrigo turned as a shambling figured hobbled into sight...the old dead man from the front. Abrigo gasped, and pointed.::
Daniel Abrigo: YOU SAID HE WAS DEAD!!!!
::Jaguar looks to Manuel, who looks genuinely confused.::
Manuel Arias: He is, amigo. He can't hear.
::Abrigo looked sharply at Manuel, blinking a few times as Jaguar began to laugh, stepping over to Manuel, and putting an arm around his shoulder.::
Jaguar de Oro: Deaf. He's deaf, not 'dead'. Work on your English while I'm in the states, hermano.
::Abrigo looked to Jaguar, and blinked.::
Daniel Abrigo: We're coming to an agreement?
Jaguar de Oro: Yeah. We'll do it. Come on, let's go talk business. It's my chance to break into the big time, right?
::Jaguar walks past Abrigo, heading out.::