Plan B
Jul 1, 2023 20:59:28 GMT
Post by Persona Non Grata on Jul 1, 2023 20:59:28 GMT
"The GRBG championship, huh?"
Pedro Gonzales looks at the RAZOR Wrestling card with curiosity. While he's known as the leader de facto of Los Rebeldes del Bien, he's more of a janitor. The guy that cleans up the messes, both literal and figurative. When the heat is on, it's Pedro that can turn on a certain amount of charm to smooth things over with landlords, the police, or anybody else. He has to. Teaming up with a masked mute and the equivalent of a breakdancing gremlin tends to put one in that position.
In the seat across from him, Persona Non Grata gives a non commital shrug. He's not exactly the type to complain about opportunities, especially when it's for a #1 contendership. Not to mention the type of championship they are aiming for. It seems like the perfect fit. A title whose stipulations are decided by a mangy little streaming service just trying to survive and willing to throw out anything to get eyes on it. If the Too Many Tables match was any indication of the mindset of the corpos, this was going to be right up his alley.
"RAH!"
Mestizo pops out of his hiding place under the couch with the remote control in his grubby little mitts and turns the volume up. This is probably the five gazillionth time they have seen this specific part of the match, but it never stops being the most hilarious thing any of them have ever seen. Zilpah Okelo put up as much of a fight as she could, given the circumstances. But that flying thrust kick…what in the hell was she thinking with that? For other people, that might've been the beginning of an outrageous assault.
For Persona Non Grata, it was Tuesday.
Even as he watches himself on the screen, he can also see it in his head. The way he targeted that scrawny leg and grasped it in his mitts. In that moment, he only thought one thing.
Batter up!
Watching the middle of her back slam against the corner post and hearing the crowd go popping off was and remains everything. It's absolutely delicious knowing that they know it was over in that moment. And for the five gazillonth time, his laughter is a sonic boom. Mestizo topples over in cackles, his limbs flailing in the air. Even Pedro, who normally wouldn't laugh at such a thing, couldn't suppress the smirk on his face and the chuckle that came out of him.
Yet even as Okelo's eyes roll in the back of her head in the visions of before, PNG can't linger there for long. There's a triple threat heading his way. Double the bodies means double the danger, yet it also means double the damage he can do.
"Hermano."
The masked head turns to Pedro.
"Remember that text you sent on the plane?"
A nod.
"Maybe I should.", the leader shrugged and grinned. "Who knows? Maybe that bald puta'll show up to cause drama. Even if she doesn't, somebody's gotta keep you two in line."
Mestizo looks at the speaker and sticks out his tongue.
Persona Non Grata?
He fist bumps with his brother in arms. Becoming Sucesor del Emperador Dorado means being open to a Plan B.
Pedro Gonzales looks at the RAZOR Wrestling card with curiosity. While he's known as the leader de facto of Los Rebeldes del Bien, he's more of a janitor. The guy that cleans up the messes, both literal and figurative. When the heat is on, it's Pedro that can turn on a certain amount of charm to smooth things over with landlords, the police, or anybody else. He has to. Teaming up with a masked mute and the equivalent of a breakdancing gremlin tends to put one in that position.
In the seat across from him, Persona Non Grata gives a non commital shrug. He's not exactly the type to complain about opportunities, especially when it's for a #1 contendership. Not to mention the type of championship they are aiming for. It seems like the perfect fit. A title whose stipulations are decided by a mangy little streaming service just trying to survive and willing to throw out anything to get eyes on it. If the Too Many Tables match was any indication of the mindset of the corpos, this was going to be right up his alley.
"RAH!"
Mestizo pops out of his hiding place under the couch with the remote control in his grubby little mitts and turns the volume up. This is probably the five gazillionth time they have seen this specific part of the match, but it never stops being the most hilarious thing any of them have ever seen. Zilpah Okelo put up as much of a fight as she could, given the circumstances. But that flying thrust kick…what in the hell was she thinking with that? For other people, that might've been the beginning of an outrageous assault.
For Persona Non Grata, it was Tuesday.
Even as he watches himself on the screen, he can also see it in his head. The way he targeted that scrawny leg and grasped it in his mitts. In that moment, he only thought one thing.
Batter up!
Watching the middle of her back slam against the corner post and hearing the crowd go popping off was and remains everything. It's absolutely delicious knowing that they know it was over in that moment. And for the five gazillonth time, his laughter is a sonic boom. Mestizo topples over in cackles, his limbs flailing in the air. Even Pedro, who normally wouldn't laugh at such a thing, couldn't suppress the smirk on his face and the chuckle that came out of him.
Yet even as Okelo's eyes roll in the back of her head in the visions of before, PNG can't linger there for long. There's a triple threat heading his way. Double the bodies means double the danger, yet it also means double the damage he can do.
"Hermano."
The masked head turns to Pedro.
"Remember that text you sent on the plane?"
A nod.
"Maybe I should.", the leader shrugged and grinned. "Who knows? Maybe that bald puta'll show up to cause drama. Even if she doesn't, somebody's gotta keep you two in line."
Mestizo looks at the speaker and sticks out his tongue.
Persona Non Grata?
He fist bumps with his brother in arms. Becoming Sucesor del Emperador Dorado means being open to a Plan B.