Post by Ryan Hughes on Jul 29, 2010 16:07:56 GMT -5
Part I – The Beginning
Part II – Smoke and Mirrors
Part III - Swerve
Chihuahua - Mexico
Ryan's jaw drops further. He thought Nacho was dead, or at least a vegetable. After what happened last year between the two, he is shocked that this man hasn't tried to rip him limb from limb yet. Smarky is amused by Ryan's surprise, and speaks once more.
“I know this is kinda shocking for you. There's a nice bar down the way, you can get a drink. Hell, I think we could all use one.”
Smarky was right about the need to drink. Aside from the crazy situation between the foursome, the sun was blaring down on the town of Chihuahua, and conditions were pretty dire in that respect. It was beyond the level of hot you would prefer on your holiday, it was actually causing the villagers to tire. Ryan nods to Smarky, allowing him to lead the way in search of this tavern. Behind Hughes, Nacho and Chip walk side by side, with Chip using his balaclava to cover his mouth. This was effective in keeping the dust out of his mouth, but it gave him the appearance of a bandit, much like the one he just beat up. Regardless, the quartet strides on through the heatwave, eventually reaching a tavern with writing that Ryan couldn't understand. Nevertheless, he walks in after Smarky, with Chip and Nacho following.
Smarky tells the three Fighty fighty persons to grab a table, while he went to order drinks as he has “better launguage skills”. No one bothered to argue. Hughes sat down, with Chip and Nacho taking the two seats on the other side of the table. Sensing that an interrogation was imminent, the ex champion beats the two to the punch, asking the first question.
“So... this whole thing with Smarky, you guys found him, how?”
Nacho obliges to answer the question, despite his previous failings at grasping the English language.
“Ah señor Hughes, Smarky came to us. Ju see, he told us that he was watching us for a good while. After the whole... EVPW incident-”
Hughes loosens his collar, knowing that the incident was all HIS fault. He was the man who got Carsone and Demon to almost end his career with the nailgun attack.
“- I was in hospital for a long time. I think a month? And then there was the rehab, of course. But I forgot about ju and decided to head to Mexico, I had friends out here. Well, they WERE friends. But then I found out they were planning behind by back, and they made me lose my mask to some jumped up prick called Epyon, the bendeho!”
At that moment, Smarky joined the trio with the drinks, placing a beer in front of each man before setting one out for himself.
“I hope that wasn't about me Nacho...”
“No amigo, just telling Ryan about that no good bitch Epyon and his cronies.”
“Ah, I remember when he was in VWE... good times.”
“Wait, this is the same Epyon? That man is in GHW! HE ISN'T EVEN A LUCHADOR!”
“More reason for me to go to America with ju.”
“Wait- what do you me-”
Smarky laughs.
“They haven't told you? I got them contracts with GHW!”
“WHAT?”
“Don't be too hasty there, bro. I know we got beef wit' you after what ya'll did and all, but we can help haul yo' white ass to the top of the mountain again.”
“Ju need to realise that there is strength in numbers, ese. As one, ju were great-”
“Damn right I was, I won the NeXuS Deathmatch! I was New Age Champion up until a week ago!”
“I know senor, but what I am saying is that ju can be greater, with us! We can be a team!”
Hughes contemplates this. Nacho wants to team up with the man that almost killed him- something smelled fishy, and it wasn't the man selling tacos outside.
“How do I know that you aren't just going to snipe me when my back is turned, huh? How do I know that when I walk out of this bar, you won't pull out a knife and stab me in the back?”
“Because as a luchadore, I believe in honor amongst men. No matter what ju did to me, I am willing to see past that. Ju were different then. It was proven that you were tapped in the cabeza!”
“True, true... Fuck it, I'm in.”
“ARIIIIIIIBA!”
“AW YEAH BOI!”
The threesome seem to be getting on better than anyone could have imagined. Trying to stop the proceeding from turning in to a party hard session, Smarky stands up with his drink raised.
“Let's make this official. The Corps!”
“The what?”
“I just thought of it, it sounds cool, no?”
“Whitey's got a point, man. That sounds like a legit terror cell. Yeah!”
“Okay, I'll buy it.”
Together, the three stand, joining Smarky. They each clink their bottles, before necking the remains. Evenetually, they sit back down again, relaxing in the dusty tavern. But there is a proverbial elephant in the room, and it is Chip who mentions the little snag.
“Just one thing, how are we getting back?”
EOT
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Part II – Smoke and Mirrors
Part III - Swerve
Chihuahua - Mexico
Ryan's jaw drops further. He thought Nacho was dead, or at least a vegetable. After what happened last year between the two, he is shocked that this man hasn't tried to rip him limb from limb yet. Smarky is amused by Ryan's surprise, and speaks once more.
“I know this is kinda shocking for you. There's a nice bar down the way, you can get a drink. Hell, I think we could all use one.”
Smarky was right about the need to drink. Aside from the crazy situation between the foursome, the sun was blaring down on the town of Chihuahua, and conditions were pretty dire in that respect. It was beyond the level of hot you would prefer on your holiday, it was actually causing the villagers to tire. Ryan nods to Smarky, allowing him to lead the way in search of this tavern. Behind Hughes, Nacho and Chip walk side by side, with Chip using his balaclava to cover his mouth. This was effective in keeping the dust out of his mouth, but it gave him the appearance of a bandit, much like the one he just beat up. Regardless, the quartet strides on through the heatwave, eventually reaching a tavern with writing that Ryan couldn't understand. Nevertheless, he walks in after Smarky, with Chip and Nacho following.
Smarky tells the three Fighty fighty persons to grab a table, while he went to order drinks as he has “better launguage skills”. No one bothered to argue. Hughes sat down, with Chip and Nacho taking the two seats on the other side of the table. Sensing that an interrogation was imminent, the ex champion beats the two to the punch, asking the first question.
“So... this whole thing with Smarky, you guys found him, how?”
Nacho obliges to answer the question, despite his previous failings at grasping the English language.
“Ah señor Hughes, Smarky came to us. Ju see, he told us that he was watching us for a good while. After the whole... EVPW incident-”
Hughes loosens his collar, knowing that the incident was all HIS fault. He was the man who got Carsone and Demon to almost end his career with the nailgun attack.
“- I was in hospital for a long time. I think a month? And then there was the rehab, of course. But I forgot about ju and decided to head to Mexico, I had friends out here. Well, they WERE friends. But then I found out they were planning behind by back, and they made me lose my mask to some jumped up prick called Epyon, the bendeho!”
At that moment, Smarky joined the trio with the drinks, placing a beer in front of each man before setting one out for himself.
“I hope that wasn't about me Nacho...”
“No amigo, just telling Ryan about that no good bitch Epyon and his cronies.”
“Ah, I remember when he was in VWE... good times.”
“Wait, this is the same Epyon? That man is in GHW! HE ISN'T EVEN A LUCHADOR!”
“More reason for me to go to America with ju.”
“Wait- what do you me-”
Smarky laughs.
“They haven't told you? I got them contracts with GHW!”
“WHAT?”
“Don't be too hasty there, bro. I know we got beef wit' you after what ya'll did and all, but we can help haul yo' white ass to the top of the mountain again.”
“Ju need to realise that there is strength in numbers, ese. As one, ju were great-”
“Damn right I was, I won the NeXuS Deathmatch! I was New Age Champion up until a week ago!”
“I know senor, but what I am saying is that ju can be greater, with us! We can be a team!”
Hughes contemplates this. Nacho wants to team up with the man that almost killed him- something smelled fishy, and it wasn't the man selling tacos outside.
“How do I know that you aren't just going to snipe me when my back is turned, huh? How do I know that when I walk out of this bar, you won't pull out a knife and stab me in the back?”
“Because as a luchadore, I believe in honor amongst men. No matter what ju did to me, I am willing to see past that. Ju were different then. It was proven that you were tapped in the cabeza!”
“True, true... Fuck it, I'm in.”
“ARIIIIIIIBA!”
“AW YEAH BOI!”
The threesome seem to be getting on better than anyone could have imagined. Trying to stop the proceeding from turning in to a party hard session, Smarky stands up with his drink raised.
“Let's make this official. The Corps!”
“The what?”
“I just thought of it, it sounds cool, no?”
“Whitey's got a point, man. That sounds like a legit terror cell. Yeah!”
“Okay, I'll buy it.”
Together, the three stand, joining Smarky. They each clink their bottles, before necking the remains. Evenetually, they sit back down again, relaxing in the dusty tavern. But there is a proverbial elephant in the room, and it is Chip who mentions the little snag.
“Just one thing, how are we getting back?”
EOT
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