Post by papapancho on Apr 15, 2013 13:59:48 GMT -4
Apologies to Envi, Robina Hood, and the rest of the Meltdown roster who were able to roleplay on time. Confusion on my part led to me missing the deadline. No excuses. But I put this up anyways for those of you with the free time to read it.
His body might have been sore and tired but his mind and heart were racing a mile a minute. The thrill of victory had brought a smile to his face though nowhere near as close as the one that was planted on his children’s from what his grandfather was telling him over the phone.
“Nana tried to stop the boys from watching but you know them. Stubborn just like they father. I had to say it was quite the treat to see them jump all over the couch seeing you get beat up and then fight back hard. I want you to know Yanzel. I want you to remember why you’re doing this.” Hearing about his children only made him miss them more. He didn’t talk for a bit until his grandfather spoke up again. “So where are you right now? “
“I’m at the airport. The Jorge Chavez International Airport in Lima, Peru. It’s definitely a culture shock. I have no idea how to tell my cab driver how to get me to my hotel. I don’t speak any Spanish.”
“Problems for the rich and famous I see?”
“I’m hardly rich or famous. Sure I got the win and got the winner’s purse but you and I both know the financial hill I have to climb might as well be called Everest.”
“And don’t you forget that hundreds have climbed Everest. Besides you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve got to take the time to enjoy it son. Stop and smell the roses.”
“Will do Grampa. Tell my boys I love them. Nana too.”
Yanzel hung up the pay phone in the airport and turned around to face the country he was visiting. He didn’t know much about Peru. Hell, he barely knew how to spell it. The weather was fantastic though. Not too hot and not too cold. Compared back to some areas of Los Angeles Lima was a paradise. But of course that paradise wouldn’t extend to his upcoming match on Meltdown. Going up against Robina Hood presented some challenges and opportunities.
“Godammit” Yanzel muttered under his breath. He knew something like this would happen sooner or later but he really hoped for later. The world of wrestling is filled with egos and politics and the last thing you wanted to do was get on the bad side of one. Sienna Harrison was definitely in charge and held the keys to Meltdown as the General Manager. Competing and beating the chosen future for Meltdown in Robina Hood would put a lot of egg on her face and Sienna didn’t strike Yanzel as someone likely to put up with being embarrassed. Yarmouth was able to get the victory but that story was far from over and the last thing Yanzel needed to happen was getting caught in the crossfire.
At the same time though Yanzel couldn’t just walk away from the match. He needed the money. He needed the victory because it led to more money. That was just the logical argument for competing. In the back of his head he knew that his grandfather would be seeing him pulling his punches or letting up. He wouldn’t BS him either because the next time they talked he knew he would hear and earful. Then there was Michael and Cameron. He can’t disappoint them. Yanzel was stuck in the proverbial rock and a hard place.
“Damn.”
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Yanzel had managed how to get to his hotel room though he didn’t quite enjoy the detour the cab driver had taken him. Yanzel felt that he had just been taken advantage after what turned out to be an unnecessary long drive but being out of town and not speaking the language he was forced to pay the extra cab fare.
Back in his tiny hotel room the walls had holes in them, the pipes were rusted out, and the TV set had a broken screen. Yanzel needed to cut costs at every turn. The less he spent on himself in his travels the more he could send back home. APW had given him enough cash to get into a proper hotel room but Yanzel was willing to make the sacrifice.
Godammit why Robina Hood.
Yanzel sat in the back keeping his mouth shut around the wrestlers as they changed in the locker room. He watched her make that opening promo doing a typical job of riling up the crowd. If seeing the highlights of her bashing Amy Zing with a crowbar wasn’t enough she willfully displayed a knife … no a fucking machete …
Yanzel’s former career gave him plenty of opportunity to see a knife in action. He knew the danger it represented in the hands of someone who could wield it … and how much more dangerous it was in the hands of someone who loved it. The way she talked about it … and the pain she could and would inflict it set off that ugly feeling inside his stomach. Yanzel knew all too well the danger of a weapon in the wrong hands. Robina had plans. She made those very clear when she tossed that crowbar near the North American Champion’s, The Guvnor, head.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. The way she attacked Yarmouth’s family. It was sickening and disgusting. It wasn’t just mind games with Robina. She truly and legitimately meant every single word she said. It is what made it that much worse. How you could say those things about a man’s dead relative he had no idea. But he also what that meant for him. Robina knew he had a family. Robina would be the kind of person to use that against him. Yanzel had to prepare for that IF he could prepare for something like that.
It was becoming clearer by the second that Yanzel wouldn’t just be able to keep his head down and collect a paycheck. He would have to make a stand and a choice and if he wouldn’t make that choice … Robina would make it for him.
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*The following was posted Sunday April 15, 2013 on
I saw it coming. I thought I knew what to expect. I was wrong. I wasn’t ready. You never can be when someone comes after your family. I read it over and over and over letting each word sink in. Part of me wants to see you broken in two. Nobody disrespects my family and making an example out of you would teach you and everyone else in that locker room that lesson. But that’s not what’s going to happen. If anything, making an example out of you would only let an example be made out of me. So I bite my lip and control any anger I have. I can do that because Robina I have discovered what you are and a monster you are not.
APW everybody knows I used to wear a badge. I understand that with that badge comes associations for people I have no control over. For some people we’re heroes. For others we’re the appendages of big brother. And for some we’re the biggest gang in the city. I have no control over how you feel about cops. I don’t expect you to like me for being a cop and I understand that not all cops are good. But are you honestly holding me accountable for another man’s actions based on a uniform I used to wear? I’m not going to attempt to justify or respond to your words. The way you feel about police officers is your business and honestly has nothing to do with what you and I will do in a ring.
Facing you isn’t something I’m looking forward to. I quit being a police officer because I didn’t want to put my life in danger when my family needed most. While I may not respect the morals of your actions I can respect the outcomes of it. So I have to prepare for you going that extra mile. I’ve met plenty like you on the force. You feel your confidence and your pride soar holding that crowbar in your hands. In fact you probably feel like a God holding that able to smite anyone who gets in your way whether it be me, Yarmouth, or even Guvnor himself. So how embarrassing will it be when you swing your mighty crowbar and get taken down and tapped out. You think you’re the first person to come after me with a weapon? I’ve been trained to take down people like you.
You like to pretend that you’re some sadist that you aren’t like one of us. But guess what Robina just like everyone else in this world no matter how much you huff and you puff you are still only human. You arm can only twist so far before your natural instinct is to tap out. No matter how you much pain you want to inflict or imagine you can take there is a cap to it.
This isn’t Sherwood forest. I am not the sheriff. I am a man wanting to keep his kids fed, clothed, and housed. Nothing more. Nothing less. And despite my mind telling me I need to not make enemies out here and that I can’t afford to play the cop of Meltdown … my heart reminds me of what you said about my family. I cannot let this pass.
His body might have been sore and tired but his mind and heart were racing a mile a minute. The thrill of victory had brought a smile to his face though nowhere near as close as the one that was planted on his children’s from what his grandfather was telling him over the phone.
“Nana tried to stop the boys from watching but you know them. Stubborn just like they father. I had to say it was quite the treat to see them jump all over the couch seeing you get beat up and then fight back hard. I want you to know Yanzel. I want you to remember why you’re doing this.” Hearing about his children only made him miss them more. He didn’t talk for a bit until his grandfather spoke up again. “So where are you right now? “
“I’m at the airport. The Jorge Chavez International Airport in Lima, Peru. It’s definitely a culture shock. I have no idea how to tell my cab driver how to get me to my hotel. I don’t speak any Spanish.”
“Problems for the rich and famous I see?”
“I’m hardly rich or famous. Sure I got the win and got the winner’s purse but you and I both know the financial hill I have to climb might as well be called Everest.”
“And don’t you forget that hundreds have climbed Everest. Besides you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You’ve got to take the time to enjoy it son. Stop and smell the roses.”
“Will do Grampa. Tell my boys I love them. Nana too.”
Yanzel hung up the pay phone in the airport and turned around to face the country he was visiting. He didn’t know much about Peru. Hell, he barely knew how to spell it. The weather was fantastic though. Not too hot and not too cold. Compared back to some areas of Los Angeles Lima was a paradise. But of course that paradise wouldn’t extend to his upcoming match on Meltdown. Going up against Robina Hood presented some challenges and opportunities.
“Godammit” Yanzel muttered under his breath. He knew something like this would happen sooner or later but he really hoped for later. The world of wrestling is filled with egos and politics and the last thing you wanted to do was get on the bad side of one. Sienna Harrison was definitely in charge and held the keys to Meltdown as the General Manager. Competing and beating the chosen future for Meltdown in Robina Hood would put a lot of egg on her face and Sienna didn’t strike Yanzel as someone likely to put up with being embarrassed. Yarmouth was able to get the victory but that story was far from over and the last thing Yanzel needed to happen was getting caught in the crossfire.
At the same time though Yanzel couldn’t just walk away from the match. He needed the money. He needed the victory because it led to more money. That was just the logical argument for competing. In the back of his head he knew that his grandfather would be seeing him pulling his punches or letting up. He wouldn’t BS him either because the next time they talked he knew he would hear and earful. Then there was Michael and Cameron. He can’t disappoint them. Yanzel was stuck in the proverbial rock and a hard place.
“Damn.”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Yanzel had managed how to get to his hotel room though he didn’t quite enjoy the detour the cab driver had taken him. Yanzel felt that he had just been taken advantage after what turned out to be an unnecessary long drive but being out of town and not speaking the language he was forced to pay the extra cab fare.
Back in his tiny hotel room the walls had holes in them, the pipes were rusted out, and the TV set had a broken screen. Yanzel needed to cut costs at every turn. The less he spent on himself in his travels the more he could send back home. APW had given him enough cash to get into a proper hotel room but Yanzel was willing to make the sacrifice.
Godammit why Robina Hood.
Yanzel sat in the back keeping his mouth shut around the wrestlers as they changed in the locker room. He watched her make that opening promo doing a typical job of riling up the crowd. If seeing the highlights of her bashing Amy Zing with a crowbar wasn’t enough she willfully displayed a knife … no a fucking machete …
Yanzel’s former career gave him plenty of opportunity to see a knife in action. He knew the danger it represented in the hands of someone who could wield it … and how much more dangerous it was in the hands of someone who loved it. The way she talked about it … and the pain she could and would inflict it set off that ugly feeling inside his stomach. Yanzel knew all too well the danger of a weapon in the wrong hands. Robina had plans. She made those very clear when she tossed that crowbar near the North American Champion’s, The Guvnor, head.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. The way she attacked Yarmouth’s family. It was sickening and disgusting. It wasn’t just mind games with Robina. She truly and legitimately meant every single word she said. It is what made it that much worse. How you could say those things about a man’s dead relative he had no idea. But he also what that meant for him. Robina knew he had a family. Robina would be the kind of person to use that against him. Yanzel had to prepare for that IF he could prepare for something like that.
It was becoming clearer by the second that Yanzel wouldn’t just be able to keep his head down and collect a paycheck. He would have to make a stand and a choice and if he wouldn’t make that choice … Robina would make it for him.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
*The following was posted Sunday April 15, 2013 on
I saw it coming. I thought I knew what to expect. I was wrong. I wasn’t ready. You never can be when someone comes after your family. I read it over and over and over letting each word sink in. Part of me wants to see you broken in two. Nobody disrespects my family and making an example out of you would teach you and everyone else in that locker room that lesson. But that’s not what’s going to happen. If anything, making an example out of you would only let an example be made out of me. So I bite my lip and control any anger I have. I can do that because Robina I have discovered what you are and a monster you are not.
APW everybody knows I used to wear a badge. I understand that with that badge comes associations for people I have no control over. For some people we’re heroes. For others we’re the appendages of big brother. And for some we’re the biggest gang in the city. I have no control over how you feel about cops. I don’t expect you to like me for being a cop and I understand that not all cops are good. But are you honestly holding me accountable for another man’s actions based on a uniform I used to wear? I’m not going to attempt to justify or respond to your words. The way you feel about police officers is your business and honestly has nothing to do with what you and I will do in a ring.
Facing you isn’t something I’m looking forward to. I quit being a police officer because I didn’t want to put my life in danger when my family needed most. While I may not respect the morals of your actions I can respect the outcomes of it. So I have to prepare for you going that extra mile. I’ve met plenty like you on the force. You feel your confidence and your pride soar holding that crowbar in your hands. In fact you probably feel like a God holding that able to smite anyone who gets in your way whether it be me, Yarmouth, or even Guvnor himself. So how embarrassing will it be when you swing your mighty crowbar and get taken down and tapped out. You think you’re the first person to come after me with a weapon? I’ve been trained to take down people like you.
You like to pretend that you’re some sadist that you aren’t like one of us. But guess what Robina just like everyone else in this world no matter how much you huff and you puff you are still only human. You arm can only twist so far before your natural instinct is to tap out. No matter how you much pain you want to inflict or imagine you can take there is a cap to it.
This isn’t Sherwood forest. I am not the sheriff. I am a man wanting to keep his kids fed, clothed, and housed. Nothing more. Nothing less. And despite my mind telling me I need to not make enemies out here and that I can’t afford to play the cop of Meltdown … my heart reminds me of what you said about my family. I cannot let this pass.
