Post by kosmos on Jun 25, 2019 17:59:15 GMT -5
Dropping his key, he could hardly contain himself. Even through the pain he could hardly wait to call back home! He could hardly wait to talk to his father! He had done it!
Smiling, the pressure was gone now. This was why his father had sent him out from Mexico to start his career. And now, both he and his father and proven their points.
His father’s point? More and more promotions signed and loaned out talent. It helped everyone’s product stay new and fresh. Larger opponents would always be or there. He must be wary. Especially at his size.
His point? He was well aware of his stature, with hard work and resilience, he could defeat them. It would be difficult, but not impossible. Anarchy 49 had proven that.
Finally swinging the door to his room open he feels around and flicks the light switch. Glancing around the empty room, he had hoped for a surprise visit from his father, maybe even his trainers. The first win in the career of Pequeño Dinosaurio.
It was a long shot, and deep down he knew why his father couldn’t be there for moments like tonight, it was the price of greatness. His father paid for his and his brother’s lives with his time and his health.
Locking the door behind him, he loosens his mask. Within moments, his FaceTime request is ringing and his heart racing.
One, two, three…he wasn’t replaying his match result, he was counting the rings. Surely his father had been watching, he had to be expecting his call!
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Anda ya!
Finishing with a stream of Spanish curses, there was no answer. Taking the mask off, he tossed it aside. He felt the question that drove him past Leon Dread burn his mind once more.
‘Would he ever be worthy of his father’s mask?’
Aside from seeing that he had access to the best training available, his father, the great Tiranosaurio, had largely stayed out of his venture into ‘the family business’.
It was equal parts liberating and frustrating, but nothing like what he had imagined growing up around arenas all over Mexico.
By now he was to be Tiranosaurio Jr., a young phenom battling his way through the undercards, gaining the respect of his father’s fans, taking his legacy, to even greater heights. Where were the legions of fans? Where was the network of his father’s friends to help guide him through the business?
Instead, he was halfway across the world in Ibiza, alone. Looking around the room, the adrenaline was wearing off. His back, shoulders and neck were starting to stiffen.
Maybe that was the lesson. That he would ultimately need to take care of himself. after all, if he didn’t, who would?
Perhaps he was reading too much into it, being the hottest act in Mexico for just over a decade had eaten up much of his father’s time. He would call when he could. In his experience, the true curse of greatness was to miss those you love.
Slumping back into a generic brown faux leather armchair, he was two matches into his career and already the romantic idea of it all he had formed in his head was dying.
There were no legions of fans, no giant paydays, there weren’t even any desperate groupies. Just the matches; the cheers of the crowd were like a drug, and then, the come down. It was little wonder alcohol and drug use ran rampant through professional wrestling. They were a bunch of beat up athletes chasing that high. Constantly chasing that high.
The Jurassic Park Theme comes through his phone and he immediately grabs it!
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Papa! I did it!
He beamed as his father congratulated on his victory, but a hefty amount wind was sucked from his sails when the competitor inside the proud father reminded him that now it was only tied. One match a piece. Naturally they could use that to get a match at the upcoming pay per view. That first loss might yet be a blessing, if such a thing were possible.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Of course papa, I will make the call.
And like that, he was gone. Something about having to shoot a commercial in the morning. The price of greatness.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Siri, call Vanessa Martinez.
Dialing, the second ring had barely passed when she answered.
Vanessa Martinez: I was wondering how long it would be before you called.
Waiting a polite amount of time, he was embarrassed. She knew why he had called.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Come on Vanessa! Who’s your favourite client?
Her annoyance at being asked to ’prove herself’ managing the career of a long time family client’s son, in her eyes, was beneath the prodigy she’d proven to be thus far.
She’d been invaluable in renegotiations and new signings alike, particularly rookie talents, but never alone.
Some attributed it to her father not being ready to step aside, his need to have his name on the contracts. Other said that her natural ability to read people made her cocky and that she just simply wasn’t ready to take the lead on a major project.
Vanessa Martinez: Technically you’re my only client. I know what you want. You want a third match with Dread. Look, remember if you get broken in half in the ring, it looks bad on me too ok?
She would have to tell him exactly how things were, they weren’t kids anymore.
Vanessa Martinez: You’re small, but fast. All I need is for you to stay alive long enough for my father to let me start taking clients.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: So i’m just a stepping stone for you huh?
Vanessa Martinez: What else can I say? This isn’t a long term thing for me, this is more like a one night stand. What, bam, thank you dinosaur…but you have your match. I had to talk to some higher-ups to make this happen and this one creepy German woman who kept calling me darling, but it’s happening.
He could feel it, he’d finish this first test once and for all at Pandemonium. The only opponent he had ever faced, Leon Dread.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Thanks Vanessa, if I didn’t know you’re still mad at me for getting gum in your hair when we were kids, I’d think you actually cared about my career…
Vanessa Martinez: Just gum?! They had to shave my head…look, you got your match and will likely be why I finish a bottle of wine later, is that enough for now? How about focusing on getting a different opponent by beating Dread decisively this time.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Ouch, tell me how you really feel?! Yeah, that’s enough, thanks Vanessa.
Ending the call, it was ridiculous when he thought about it, but Dread was tailor-made to be first obstacle. Size, power; Dread was essentially everything he was not. But did he have heart? That was what we would soon learn, Pequeño Dinosaurio had heart, could Leon Dread match him?
Smiling, the pressure was gone now. This was why his father had sent him out from Mexico to start his career. And now, both he and his father and proven their points.
His father’s point? More and more promotions signed and loaned out talent. It helped everyone’s product stay new and fresh. Larger opponents would always be or there. He must be wary. Especially at his size.
His point? He was well aware of his stature, with hard work and resilience, he could defeat them. It would be difficult, but not impossible. Anarchy 49 had proven that.
Finally swinging the door to his room open he feels around and flicks the light switch. Glancing around the empty room, he had hoped for a surprise visit from his father, maybe even his trainers. The first win in the career of Pequeño Dinosaurio.
It was a long shot, and deep down he knew why his father couldn’t be there for moments like tonight, it was the price of greatness. His father paid for his and his brother’s lives with his time and his health.
Locking the door behind him, he loosens his mask. Within moments, his FaceTime request is ringing and his heart racing.
One, two, three…he wasn’t replaying his match result, he was counting the rings. Surely his father had been watching, he had to be expecting his call!
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Anda ya!
Finishing with a stream of Spanish curses, there was no answer. Taking the mask off, he tossed it aside. He felt the question that drove him past Leon Dread burn his mind once more.
‘Would he ever be worthy of his father’s mask?’
Aside from seeing that he had access to the best training available, his father, the great Tiranosaurio, had largely stayed out of his venture into ‘the family business’.
It was equal parts liberating and frustrating, but nothing like what he had imagined growing up around arenas all over Mexico.
By now he was to be Tiranosaurio Jr., a young phenom battling his way through the undercards, gaining the respect of his father’s fans, taking his legacy, to even greater heights. Where were the legions of fans? Where was the network of his father’s friends to help guide him through the business?
Instead, he was halfway across the world in Ibiza, alone. Looking around the room, the adrenaline was wearing off. His back, shoulders and neck were starting to stiffen.
Maybe that was the lesson. That he would ultimately need to take care of himself. after all, if he didn’t, who would?
Perhaps he was reading too much into it, being the hottest act in Mexico for just over a decade had eaten up much of his father’s time. He would call when he could. In his experience, the true curse of greatness was to miss those you love.
Slumping back into a generic brown faux leather armchair, he was two matches into his career and already the romantic idea of it all he had formed in his head was dying.
There were no legions of fans, no giant paydays, there weren’t even any desperate groupies. Just the matches; the cheers of the crowd were like a drug, and then, the come down. It was little wonder alcohol and drug use ran rampant through professional wrestling. They were a bunch of beat up athletes chasing that high. Constantly chasing that high.
The Jurassic Park Theme comes through his phone and he immediately grabs it!
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Papa! I did it!
He beamed as his father congratulated on his victory, but a hefty amount wind was sucked from his sails when the competitor inside the proud father reminded him that now it was only tied. One match a piece. Naturally they could use that to get a match at the upcoming pay per view. That first loss might yet be a blessing, if such a thing were possible.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Of course papa, I will make the call.
And like that, he was gone. Something about having to shoot a commercial in the morning. The price of greatness.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Siri, call Vanessa Martinez.
Dialing, the second ring had barely passed when she answered.
Vanessa Martinez: I was wondering how long it would be before you called.
Waiting a polite amount of time, he was embarrassed. She knew why he had called.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Come on Vanessa! Who’s your favourite client?
Her annoyance at being asked to ’prove herself’ managing the career of a long time family client’s son, in her eyes, was beneath the prodigy she’d proven to be thus far.
She’d been invaluable in renegotiations and new signings alike, particularly rookie talents, but never alone.
Some attributed it to her father not being ready to step aside, his need to have his name on the contracts. Other said that her natural ability to read people made her cocky and that she just simply wasn’t ready to take the lead on a major project.
Vanessa Martinez: Technically you’re my only client. I know what you want. You want a third match with Dread. Look, remember if you get broken in half in the ring, it looks bad on me too ok?
She would have to tell him exactly how things were, they weren’t kids anymore.
Vanessa Martinez: You’re small, but fast. All I need is for you to stay alive long enough for my father to let me start taking clients.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: So i’m just a stepping stone for you huh?
Vanessa Martinez: What else can I say? This isn’t a long term thing for me, this is more like a one night stand. What, bam, thank you dinosaur…but you have your match. I had to talk to some higher-ups to make this happen and this one creepy German woman who kept calling me darling, but it’s happening.
He could feel it, he’d finish this first test once and for all at Pandemonium. The only opponent he had ever faced, Leon Dread.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Thanks Vanessa, if I didn’t know you’re still mad at me for getting gum in your hair when we were kids, I’d think you actually cared about my career…
Vanessa Martinez: Just gum?! They had to shave my head…look, you got your match and will likely be why I finish a bottle of wine later, is that enough for now? How about focusing on getting a different opponent by beating Dread decisively this time.
Pequeño Dinosaurio: Ouch, tell me how you really feel?! Yeah, that’s enough, thanks Vanessa.
Ending the call, it was ridiculous when he thought about it, but Dread was tailor-made to be first obstacle. Size, power; Dread was essentially everything he was not. But did he have heart? That was what we would soon learn, Pequeño Dinosaurio had heart, could Leon Dread match him?
