Post by Charlie Mendoza on Nov 19, 2014 15:51:33 GMT -6
-SEVERAL MONTHS AGO-
The image of the video starts to fade in slowly at what it seems to be the interior of a very luxurious car where both passenger and driver can be seen from the front view. The driver is a big bald guy with a white t-shirt, ripped blue jeans, and some cheap sunglasses. His lips are moving as he is telling something to the passenger, but the audio can’t be heard yet as it is slowly coming in louder by the second. The passenger looks like he is in his mid-late fifties. He is a white male, with short blonde hair, very expensive looking sunglasses, a buttoned purple shirt with white stripes that looks like something someone with a good paycheck can afford, and black pants. The audio starts to come in louder as we can finally hear what both men are talking.
“So there are these two firemen…” - the driver said with a smirk drawn on his face as apparently, he was about to say something funny.
“Here we go…”- muffled the passenger under his breath.
“…and one is like, you know, to class it up a little…’backwards loving’ the other in a room full of smoke and fire…know what I mean?“ - asked the driver in a very “jokey” tone.
“Unfortunately I know what you mean and I have to ask, really? That’s you being classy?” - asked the passenger with a disgusted look on his face.
“Not everyone is a scholar like you, pops. Just don’t cramp my style and let me finish the joke, jeez. The thing is, the fire chief comes in on you know…”- said the driver while doing pelvic thrusts.
“Yeah the ‘classy backward’ loving…” - responded the passenger while shaking his head in disappointment.
“Yeah man, and he’s like, what the hell are you doing? There is smoke and fire everywhere! Give this man mouth to mouth! And the other dude is like, yeah, how do you think this s*** started bro?” - screamed the driver while laughing maniacally as he thinks he had said the biggest joke of the century. The passenger just looks on without reacting while the driver takes off his sunglasses to wipe off the tears from his eyes. The driver looks at the stoic reaction from the passenger and gets serious for a moment.
“Y’Know because he was like giving mouth to mouth to the other dude and they started kissing and then they ended…” – the driver tried to explain before getting interrupted.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I understood the joke” – said the passenger while not giving the issue too much importance.
“Then what’s with the no laughing?” – inquired the driver.
“Nothing. It was… a ludicrous joke” – responded the passenger.
“Oh nice. Ludicrous. I don’t even know what the word means. Once again you go throwing your fancy words at me. Pops, I know I’m somewhat dumb and I barely graduated from high school, but you don’t have to throw it on my face every time you feel like it” – said the agitated driver.
“Really? Ludicrous is a fancy word for you?” – queried the passenger, looking somewhat confused.
“Damn, do you go off calling me dumb?” – asked the driver.
“What? You called yourself dumb just seconds ago!” – responded the passenger with a confused look on his face.
“Yeah but I am talking about another kind of dumb. Like…like…cute dumb, know what I’m sayin’? That’s what the girls say. I’m dumb but I’m cute. I’m a cute dumb.” – said the driver while being completely confident in what he was talking about.
“I sincerely don’t have an idea of what you’re talking about but if you’re happy about being a ‘cute dumb’, then more power to you, son. “ – responded the passenger, looking defeated with his driver’s silliness.
At this point of the ride, there is complete silence. The driver’s face turns from frustrated to confused as he looks at his surroundings while driving.
“Where are we going pops?” – He asked while looking around suspiciously.
“Just follow the route traced there on the GPS.” – Responded the passenger while pointing out the GPS device in front of him.
“Yeah, I know we have to follow the thingy there but why don’t you just tell me?” asked the driver curiously.
“You’ll see when we get there. It’s a surprise” replied the passenger while smirking at the persistence of his driver.
The driver keeps driving and looking around when suddenly, he apparently remembered something, or at least that is what his face can tell us at the moment.
“A surprise? Oh no, don’t tell me I have to do Mrs. Perez lawn again. That old millionaire fart may have 70 years, but she has the hormones of a 25 year old! I mean, she can’t keep her hands out of MY lawn! Y’Know what I mean…?” – exclaims disgusted the driver.
“Yeah, of course I know what you mean. You’re not the most subtle guy in this world.” – retorts the passenger.
“First ludicrous, now subtle. What the hell does subtle mean? Like… like… intelligent? So you’re calling me dumb again? “- asks the driver while putting his eyes on the road once again and shaking his head.
The passenger looks at him in disbelief. He takes off his sunglasses and puts a hand on his forehead, trying to understand what his driver was accusing him from. He puts his sunglasses back on and directs himself towards the driver.
“Look, I’ll tell you where we’re going if you promise to stop with the conspiracy theories about me calling you dumb for at least a couple of minutes. Deal?” – asks the passenger.
The driver lets a vague smirk and nods his head in approval while he continues his drive.
“The truth is, I’ve been thinking a lot about this surprise since you recently celebrated your 26th birthday. I think we can both agree that you’re not a little boy anymore. You’re a man. You’re a six five, two hundred and fifty plus pound man. You did some stupid things in your life when you were young, but you came back and defeated those stupidities when you decided to rehabilitate yourself from your past sins. I know it hasn’t been a simple life for you. You had to endure losing both your parents at such a young age because of their immaturity and their bad decisions. You also had to endure trying to deal with THIS old fart and my lady adopting you when you were in the peak of your adolescence…” – recites the passenger before getting interrupted.
“Gotta give me double praise for that, pops!” – said the driver while laughing.
“I know, I know, funny guy. Anyway, this is what your parents, my best friends, wanted and I do not think you would be where you are living and breathing here with us if we didn’t take you in when we did… - said the passenger.
“And I will forever be grateful Mr. Smith. That is reason why I mow your lawn, paint your house, do handyman stuff, for free. Because I appreciate Mrs. Smith and your old self for what both have done for me.” – responded the driver to, apparently, Mr. Smith.
“No, that is why we let you stay at our guesthouse, for free.” – responds Mr. Smith while laughing alongside his driver.
“Now seriously, the point I am trying to get into is that I want bigger things for you. I recognize that with your past history it is very difficult to land a good paying and high rewarding job. I’ve tried to get you to work with me at my office but you’re not very fond of paperwork and legal stuff. I understand that, but I also understand that the excuses should be coming to a halt by now. “– says Mr. Smith in a calm but authoritarian way.
The driver takes his eyes of the road for a moment and looks at Mr. Smith incredulous.
“You’re gonna spank me?” – said the driver still incredulous
“What?!? No! This is serious, Charlie. If you want to stay at our guesthouse, you have to do something bigger with your life… or else…” – noted Mr. Smith in a serious, almost parental manner.
“You’re gonna kick me out, pops? That’s how it’s gonna be? You’re gonna abandon me, NOW? Just like my parents abandoned me? After all this years? This is how we’re gonna be? How I’m gonna find something big enough for you to feel proud of me? I can’t even work at a Burger King or a freakin’ Hot Dog stand!” – said “Charlie” loudly while shaking his head in disbelief.
“Look Charlie, I’ve helped you all your life, right? I’ll help you now, but I don’t want more excuses. I want you to own up and just for the first time in your life, try something, and at end of the day, either you like it or not right now, you may end up loving it later. “– responded Mr. Smith calmly.
“I don’t know where this is going, but I’m not going to be a male prostitute. That’s for sure, y’know. “– said Charlie in a more relaxed and joyful attitude than he was before.
“It won’t be necessary for you to take that path, son. I’ve made some arrangements and gathered some important info. This place we’re about to visit does not discriminate because of the errors of your past. They don’t care if you had a four point grade average when you were in high school, they don’t care if you volunteered to give food to the homeless, et cetera. They just teach you the ways and then you go on your own, making a pretty good living, and gaining the respect of thousands and even millions of people on your way to the top.” – said a confident Mr. Smith.
Charlie poses his eyes over his “pops” and then he looks back to the road. A faint smirk can be seen in his face.
“I don’t know. That sounds too good to be true and also sounds like school, which would automatically make it not good. So… I’m not loving it already, pops. What is it? Where am I going?” – asked Charlie intrigued.
GPS VOICE: You’ve arrived at your destination.
At this moment, both Mr. Smith and Charlie look simultaneously to their right, where we can see the Revolution Dojo from (R)evolution Wrestling. Mr. Smith looks at Charlie with a grin on his face while Charlie still looks confused. He puts the car in parking and just continues to look at the Dojo.
“Revolution Dojo? What is this?” – asked Charlie startled.
“Charlie Mendoza, take a gander at your future. (R)Evolution Wrestling!” – said Mr. Smith with a smile from ear to ear and patting Charlie Mendoza on his shoulder.
Charlie looks seriously at Mr. Smith without even blinking his eyes. He gets out of the car immediately and walks towards the Dojo, but does not enter. He looks at the structure from outside. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith gets out of the car too, looking at the dojo as well. Charlie looks back at Mr. Smith with a smile and Smith retorts with a body gesture of “What do you think”? Charlie looks at the Dojo once again and starts laughing.
“Ah! Ha ha! Ha ha! This is a joke, right? Like a very late April Fools thingy, right? It gots to be because you know I HATE wrestling, man. YOU love wrestling. YOU watch it every night. Not me. You know that wrestling is just a bunch of overpaid steroid abusers and some midgets doing flippy ish all over the place! I’m not made for this, pops. I’m sorry, but this wrestling thing, is not for me. I don’t even know the first damn thing about wrestling! I’m sorry y’know. I know you have your best intentions for me, but there gots to be another future somewhere else.” – said Charlie while he looks once again at the Dojo.
“Charlie, you don’t know the first thing about wrestling because you’ve never been in a wrestling school. This right here, is a wrestling school AND they do shows by themselves and co-shows with their parent promotion, Exodus PRO. You excel here, they put you where the big dogs are at. Once you’re with the big dogs that is when the money starts to flow. No more mowing lawns, no more handyman jobs. C’mon son, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. You already have the body for it, you have the street smarts for it, and I have the money for it! Let’s make this happen!” said a rejoiced Mr. Smith.
“Nah man, sorry and thank you. I don’t see this happening. Wrestling is too…dramatic for me. I don’t like drama. ” – responded Charlie while looking down and heading to the car.
“I’m sorry to hear that Charlie, but as someone on your favorite movie ever would say, this is an offer you can’t refuse. If you don’t jump at this opportunity I’m giving to you, then you will have to look for somewhere else to spend your days and nights. I’m done trying to make something out of you. If you want to stay in the same place without any progress in your life, then be my guest, but I will not be a witness of it.” – said Mr. Smith while walking towards the car and entering it.
Charlie stops short after opening the driver’s door. He stood there, pensive, and contemplating the dojo once more. He proceeds to close the door without entering the car.
“Ahhhh, alright. You’re a master manipulator, old man. That’s how you became a lawyer I guess. Damn.” – said Charlie while walking towards the Dojo.
A rejoiced Mr. Smith gets out of the car and slams the door shut while running towards a walking Charlie Mendoza. He pats his adoptive son’s shoulders once again while the image starts to fade to black.
TO BE CONTINUED.
The image of the video starts to fade in slowly at what it seems to be the interior of a very luxurious car where both passenger and driver can be seen from the front view. The driver is a big bald guy with a white t-shirt, ripped blue jeans, and some cheap sunglasses. His lips are moving as he is telling something to the passenger, but the audio can’t be heard yet as it is slowly coming in louder by the second. The passenger looks like he is in his mid-late fifties. He is a white male, with short blonde hair, very expensive looking sunglasses, a buttoned purple shirt with white stripes that looks like something someone with a good paycheck can afford, and black pants. The audio starts to come in louder as we can finally hear what both men are talking.
“So there are these two firemen…” - the driver said with a smirk drawn on his face as apparently, he was about to say something funny.
“Here we go…”- muffled the passenger under his breath.
“…and one is like, you know, to class it up a little…’backwards loving’ the other in a room full of smoke and fire…know what I mean?“ - asked the driver in a very “jokey” tone.
“Unfortunately I know what you mean and I have to ask, really? That’s you being classy?” - asked the passenger with a disgusted look on his face.
“Not everyone is a scholar like you, pops. Just don’t cramp my style and let me finish the joke, jeez. The thing is, the fire chief comes in on you know…”- said the driver while doing pelvic thrusts.
“Yeah the ‘classy backward’ loving…” - responded the passenger while shaking his head in disappointment.
“Yeah man, and he’s like, what the hell are you doing? There is smoke and fire everywhere! Give this man mouth to mouth! And the other dude is like, yeah, how do you think this s*** started bro?” - screamed the driver while laughing maniacally as he thinks he had said the biggest joke of the century. The passenger just looks on without reacting while the driver takes off his sunglasses to wipe off the tears from his eyes. The driver looks at the stoic reaction from the passenger and gets serious for a moment.
“Y’Know because he was like giving mouth to mouth to the other dude and they started kissing and then they ended…” – the driver tried to explain before getting interrupted.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I understood the joke” – said the passenger while not giving the issue too much importance.
“Then what’s with the no laughing?” – inquired the driver.
“Nothing. It was… a ludicrous joke” – responded the passenger.
“Oh nice. Ludicrous. I don’t even know what the word means. Once again you go throwing your fancy words at me. Pops, I know I’m somewhat dumb and I barely graduated from high school, but you don’t have to throw it on my face every time you feel like it” – said the agitated driver.
“Really? Ludicrous is a fancy word for you?” – queried the passenger, looking somewhat confused.
“Damn, do you go off calling me dumb?” – asked the driver.
“What? You called yourself dumb just seconds ago!” – responded the passenger with a confused look on his face.
“Yeah but I am talking about another kind of dumb. Like…like…cute dumb, know what I’m sayin’? That’s what the girls say. I’m dumb but I’m cute. I’m a cute dumb.” – said the driver while being completely confident in what he was talking about.
“I sincerely don’t have an idea of what you’re talking about but if you’re happy about being a ‘cute dumb’, then more power to you, son. “ – responded the passenger, looking defeated with his driver’s silliness.
At this point of the ride, there is complete silence. The driver’s face turns from frustrated to confused as he looks at his surroundings while driving.
“Where are we going pops?” – He asked while looking around suspiciously.
“Just follow the route traced there on the GPS.” – Responded the passenger while pointing out the GPS device in front of him.
“Yeah, I know we have to follow the thingy there but why don’t you just tell me?” asked the driver curiously.
“You’ll see when we get there. It’s a surprise” replied the passenger while smirking at the persistence of his driver.
The driver keeps driving and looking around when suddenly, he apparently remembered something, or at least that is what his face can tell us at the moment.
“A surprise? Oh no, don’t tell me I have to do Mrs. Perez lawn again. That old millionaire fart may have 70 years, but she has the hormones of a 25 year old! I mean, she can’t keep her hands out of MY lawn! Y’Know what I mean…?” – exclaims disgusted the driver.
“Yeah, of course I know what you mean. You’re not the most subtle guy in this world.” – retorts the passenger.
“First ludicrous, now subtle. What the hell does subtle mean? Like… like… intelligent? So you’re calling me dumb again? “- asks the driver while putting his eyes on the road once again and shaking his head.
The passenger looks at him in disbelief. He takes off his sunglasses and puts a hand on his forehead, trying to understand what his driver was accusing him from. He puts his sunglasses back on and directs himself towards the driver.
“Look, I’ll tell you where we’re going if you promise to stop with the conspiracy theories about me calling you dumb for at least a couple of minutes. Deal?” – asks the passenger.
The driver lets a vague smirk and nods his head in approval while he continues his drive.
“The truth is, I’ve been thinking a lot about this surprise since you recently celebrated your 26th birthday. I think we can both agree that you’re not a little boy anymore. You’re a man. You’re a six five, two hundred and fifty plus pound man. You did some stupid things in your life when you were young, but you came back and defeated those stupidities when you decided to rehabilitate yourself from your past sins. I know it hasn’t been a simple life for you. You had to endure losing both your parents at such a young age because of their immaturity and their bad decisions. You also had to endure trying to deal with THIS old fart and my lady adopting you when you were in the peak of your adolescence…” – recites the passenger before getting interrupted.
“Gotta give me double praise for that, pops!” – said the driver while laughing.
“I know, I know, funny guy. Anyway, this is what your parents, my best friends, wanted and I do not think you would be where you are living and breathing here with us if we didn’t take you in when we did… - said the passenger.
“And I will forever be grateful Mr. Smith. That is reason why I mow your lawn, paint your house, do handyman stuff, for free. Because I appreciate Mrs. Smith and your old self for what both have done for me.” – responded the driver to, apparently, Mr. Smith.
“No, that is why we let you stay at our guesthouse, for free.” – responds Mr. Smith while laughing alongside his driver.
“Now seriously, the point I am trying to get into is that I want bigger things for you. I recognize that with your past history it is very difficult to land a good paying and high rewarding job. I’ve tried to get you to work with me at my office but you’re not very fond of paperwork and legal stuff. I understand that, but I also understand that the excuses should be coming to a halt by now. “– says Mr. Smith in a calm but authoritarian way.
The driver takes his eyes of the road for a moment and looks at Mr. Smith incredulous.
“You’re gonna spank me?” – said the driver still incredulous
“What?!? No! This is serious, Charlie. If you want to stay at our guesthouse, you have to do something bigger with your life… or else…” – noted Mr. Smith in a serious, almost parental manner.
“You’re gonna kick me out, pops? That’s how it’s gonna be? You’re gonna abandon me, NOW? Just like my parents abandoned me? After all this years? This is how we’re gonna be? How I’m gonna find something big enough for you to feel proud of me? I can’t even work at a Burger King or a freakin’ Hot Dog stand!” – said “Charlie” loudly while shaking his head in disbelief.
“Look Charlie, I’ve helped you all your life, right? I’ll help you now, but I don’t want more excuses. I want you to own up and just for the first time in your life, try something, and at end of the day, either you like it or not right now, you may end up loving it later. “– responded Mr. Smith calmly.
“I don’t know where this is going, but I’m not going to be a male prostitute. That’s for sure, y’know. “– said Charlie in a more relaxed and joyful attitude than he was before.
“It won’t be necessary for you to take that path, son. I’ve made some arrangements and gathered some important info. This place we’re about to visit does not discriminate because of the errors of your past. They don’t care if you had a four point grade average when you were in high school, they don’t care if you volunteered to give food to the homeless, et cetera. They just teach you the ways and then you go on your own, making a pretty good living, and gaining the respect of thousands and even millions of people on your way to the top.” – said a confident Mr. Smith.
Charlie poses his eyes over his “pops” and then he looks back to the road. A faint smirk can be seen in his face.
“I don’t know. That sounds too good to be true and also sounds like school, which would automatically make it not good. So… I’m not loving it already, pops. What is it? Where am I going?” – asked Charlie intrigued.
GPS VOICE: You’ve arrived at your destination.
At this moment, both Mr. Smith and Charlie look simultaneously to their right, where we can see the Revolution Dojo from (R)evolution Wrestling. Mr. Smith looks at Charlie with a grin on his face while Charlie still looks confused. He puts the car in parking and just continues to look at the Dojo.
“Revolution Dojo? What is this?” – asked Charlie startled.
“Charlie Mendoza, take a gander at your future. (R)Evolution Wrestling!” – said Mr. Smith with a smile from ear to ear and patting Charlie Mendoza on his shoulder.
Charlie looks seriously at Mr. Smith without even blinking his eyes. He gets out of the car immediately and walks towards the Dojo, but does not enter. He looks at the structure from outside. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith gets out of the car too, looking at the dojo as well. Charlie looks back at Mr. Smith with a smile and Smith retorts with a body gesture of “What do you think”? Charlie looks at the Dojo once again and starts laughing.
“Ah! Ha ha! Ha ha! This is a joke, right? Like a very late April Fools thingy, right? It gots to be because you know I HATE wrestling, man. YOU love wrestling. YOU watch it every night. Not me. You know that wrestling is just a bunch of overpaid steroid abusers and some midgets doing flippy ish all over the place! I’m not made for this, pops. I’m sorry, but this wrestling thing, is not for me. I don’t even know the first damn thing about wrestling! I’m sorry y’know. I know you have your best intentions for me, but there gots to be another future somewhere else.” – said Charlie while he looks once again at the Dojo.
“Charlie, you don’t know the first thing about wrestling because you’ve never been in a wrestling school. This right here, is a wrestling school AND they do shows by themselves and co-shows with their parent promotion, Exodus PRO. You excel here, they put you where the big dogs are at. Once you’re with the big dogs that is when the money starts to flow. No more mowing lawns, no more handyman jobs. C’mon son, this is the opportunity of a lifetime. You already have the body for it, you have the street smarts for it, and I have the money for it! Let’s make this happen!” said a rejoiced Mr. Smith.
“Nah man, sorry and thank you. I don’t see this happening. Wrestling is too…dramatic for me. I don’t like drama. ” – responded Charlie while looking down and heading to the car.
“I’m sorry to hear that Charlie, but as someone on your favorite movie ever would say, this is an offer you can’t refuse. If you don’t jump at this opportunity I’m giving to you, then you will have to look for somewhere else to spend your days and nights. I’m done trying to make something out of you. If you want to stay in the same place without any progress in your life, then be my guest, but I will not be a witness of it.” – said Mr. Smith while walking towards the car and entering it.
Charlie stops short after opening the driver’s door. He stood there, pensive, and contemplating the dojo once more. He proceeds to close the door without entering the car.
“Ahhhh, alright. You’re a master manipulator, old man. That’s how you became a lawyer I guess. Damn.” – said Charlie while walking towards the Dojo.
A rejoiced Mr. Smith gets out of the car and slams the door shut while running towards a walking Charlie Mendoza. He pats his adoptive son’s shoulders once again while the image starts to fade to black.
TO BE CONTINUED.