Post by somethingwicked on Jun 6, 2021 12:46:04 GMT -5
“El Mutante was a special case. He was originally a wrestler named Embaucador. One of the few successful unmasked Luchadores of the time, but the fans didn’t like him. Not just because of the mask. He was notorious for disguises, tricks, just all around tom foolery. He one time got a very realistic burro costume and with the use of a slingshot, sent cacas into the audience. None better than the last trick he ever pulled. In 1965 a wrestler named El Mutante started making the rounds, and was gaining quite the following. Embaucador, he didn’t like this, because El Mutante had disparaged him for not wearing the mask, as is customary. After about a year of these two bad mouthing each other, usually while being one town apart, they decided to have a match. Winner, would retire. At the end of it, El Mutante made Embaucador tap out, and he was never seen again. Meanwhile, El Mutante went on to have one of the successful careers in all of Mexico. The day he retired, he made a speech that all these years, he had missed the antics of his former rival, Embaucador. Then he looked out into the sea of fans, of his, complete with his mask with the M on the head, and the distinguished colors, and he took off his own...and revealed he was Embaucador.
The entire time they were bad mouthing each other, it was really Embaucador going to one town as himself, and then driving to another town, gearing up, and bad mouthing himself as El Mutante. Then when it came time to fight, he had his cousin dress up as El Mutante, he tapped out, and then took the identity permanently. In this day and age, with cameras everywhere, no way you could do that again. But then, you only had grainy black and white photos. It was genius. And its also why he’s not allowed in most parts of Mexico. I hear now a days he owns a farm somewhere and minds his business. Which is good, because despite his sense of humor, he was kind of a-”
“CUNT!” Asher yells, falling to the apron and then to the floor, clutching his right shin. A huge red welt surfacing and becoming more prominent by the moment. The old man responsible, holding the cane responsible, stands on the apron, looking down at Asher with a smile on his face. Coach Ernie, aka Coochie, walks over and offers Asher a hand. Asher, who is already half to his feet and refusing his assistance.
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ I’ve seen some sorry fighters in my life, but not being able to stand on a buckle after a smack, is just the bottom of the shit barrel. Where did you find this pussy? “
( Asher Jules -
“ ...what did he just say? “
( Coach E -
“ He said, you have to try harder to stay up, than your opponent tries to knock you down. Get back up there. “
Asher steps back up onto the apron, grabbing the middle rope to pull himself up. The cane comes down on his fingers, releasing his grip, and sending back to the floor. El Mutante chuckles, and points at Asher with the cane. As he stands up, he sees that Noelle, the bog of eternal stance made person, has entered the room and has decided that this is the funniest thing she’s ever seen. Asher snarls and turns his back to her, looking at El Mutante
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ What a piece of shit. You call this a fighter? I’ve seen drunken midgets do better and we only used them as weapons. You can’t even use this piece of shit as a weapon. Unless you cut his dense head from his useless neck. “
( Asher Jules -
“ What, mate? “
( Coach E -
“ He says you have to be tough, and quick. And you aren’t enough of either. You know his hits are coming, you either prepare yourself to take them, or you avoid them. Get your head in the game. “
( Asher Jules -
“ Right, because you’re an expert on fighting, yeah? Beat up a lot of rich kids at the schewl you worked at, didya? “
In reality Coach Ernie had been a gold gloves competitor, a boxer in the military, and had even been a corner guy for a few young men here and there. None of which had of course been as challenging as this particular case, as they had all wanted to do what they were doing. Asher didn’t want to be a fighter, he only wanted the ability to beat the hell out of his ‘mentor’ Vincent Black. His own name had probably been added at some point and thankfully this old mexican man had absolutely knocked him down a slot in regards to importance.
( Coach E -
“ You want to beat Vincent Black, a man who is literally at the top of his game, and this old man is embarrassing you. You did a great job last week, you actually won. That’s huge for you. Resting on that is not in your best interest. “
( Asher Jules -
“ Chuffed to bits you’re proud, but was a bit of luck, innit? Had the monster gone for another move, I'd still be a loser like the closet monster audience member. “ Asher looks over at Noelle and flips her off, which she responds by blowing him a kiss. He wretches as if he’s about to vomit before turning back to Coach E.
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ This cunt could not fight his way out of a paper bag. He is not even a jobber. He’s a jerkoff. Which is what he’ll go back to doing for beer money. “
( Coach E -
“ Asher. All fighters have a list of moves that would destroy them. The best of them just have smaller lists. Now get up, and let’s make your list a little smaller. “
( Asher Jules -
“ Big Yikes, Coochie. Not so much motivated as I am knackered, but me hearts all warm. Truly. “
( Coach E -
“ How about this. Get the fuck up, and fight this old man, or you’re gonna fight me. And I’ll tear through you like..bog roll. “
( Asher Jules -
“ lookit you. Paying attention. “
( Coach E -
“ Look at you. Getting up. “
Asher stands up, and goes to climb inside the ring. No sooner than his hand is on the middle rope, the sound of the wooded cane slicing through the air with ferocity grabs his attention, and his hand ceases grabbing the rope, and he spins off the apron, around the turnpost, and slides into the ring with a smirk. He looks at El Mutante who is smirking himself, and then the cane crashes against his head. He hadn’t noticed but the old piece of shit had tossed the cane directly into the air above his head. He had only noticed he didn’t have the cane a split second before it fell down on the top of his head. The sound of it cracking him was quickly followed by the gutteral laugh of Noelle. Coach Ernie knew immediately that the list of names could not be as short as he had thought.
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ It is pointless. This boy has no idea what he’s doing or what is needed. He’s small, he’s insufficient, he’s a terrible subject. Even with my neck injuries, he would pose no threat to me. He is a fucking dog. A small one that nips at your heels and you kick in the cunt. “
Asher snarled, and grabbed the cane, and lunges at El Mutante. The cane comes down where Mutante was, but no longer is. Spinning away from the spot, Mutante positions himself with his back to the ropes, and flips backward into the ring. He lands on his knees, which is in his favor as Asher swings above his head, wiffing the air and moving the man’s slicked back salt and pepper locks. Asher tries to swat him with the cane, but Mutante spins on his knees, not only avoiding Asher, but punching the back of his knee, and knocking him forward into the ropes. Jumping to his feet, Mutante rushes forward and with an open handed jab, he digs his fingers into Asher’s arm, making him drop the cane, which Mutante kicks away. Asher looks down to see the cane fly out of the ring and looks up to see the beginning of a barrage of slaps coming toward him. Asher drops to his knees, and rolls out of the ring, rushing for the cane, but instead of grabbing it to use it, he clears it from the ring area. He then slides back into the ring, and immediately rolls out of the way of Mutante’s attempt to kick him in the back of the head.
Asher now standing on his feet, he looks at Mutante, who had limped into the arena with that cane in hand but now felt spry enough to do a cartwheel effortlessly and perfectly. Asher does a golf clap while making a very disrespectful face, as Mutante motions toward his crotch, while also insinuating that Asher may have a vagina.
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ Secret is out. I didn’t need that cane, pussy bitch. “
Asher smiles, leaning forward and looking Mutante in his angry, black and red eyes. Mutante loses a bit of his smile, and looks into Asher’s eyes. The boy who had seen as nothing more than a joke, suddenly looked very serious.
( Asher Jules -
Translated from Spanish “ I speak spanish. “
Asher throws a terrible looking punch at Mutante, which he avoids but winces as it takes all of his neck muscles to do so, and it hurts the entire time. Mutante throws an elbow, which hits on target but Asher doesn’t stop, he simply eats it and keeps striking. Mutante blocks most, but a few get through which are for the most part, weak in power. Mutante spins out of the barrage and ends up behind Asher. A few good shots to his rib cage and Asher is chest against the ropes, screaming in more anger than agony. Asher kicks his leg upward, catching Muntante in the crotch with his heel, backing him off. Asher leaps over the top rope in an attempt to try a move he saw on tv called a lionsault. His feet land on the rope, and his springboard attempt was solid, but his trajectory left something to be desired. Instead of flipping backward, he stagnated in the air, flailed like a baby in a tantrum, and splatted on the mat with a thud, pushing every bit of air from his lungs and even a bit of vomit.
( Coach E -
“ Ok. Let’s...Let’s call that a day. “
Mutante looked down at Asher, the anger gone from his eyes and a look of confusion in its place. Asher, who was literally throwing up in the ring, and not able to breath yet, was actively trying to stand. Coach E helped him up, and no sooner then his feet were on the mat solid, His hand lashed out at Mutante, who ducked the move, but was impressed by the force behind it. Asher almost fell again, but Coach E caught him and began walking him to the locker room, and is pushed away as a reward for his efforts, and Asher walks to the back by himself, as Noelle mocks him for vomiting.
( Coach E - ( Translated from Spanish -
“ I have to say, I’ve never seen him try that hard. “
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ He...is a useless cunt. Full of yeast and piss and smelling of armpits. But he can be suitable. He has drive. And instinct. If he can stop being a twat, he can be good. You’ve done better than most would with such a cunt. “
( Coach E - ( Translated from Spanish -
“ Thanks. But most of what we’ve worked on has been Cardio. Core strengthening. “
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ Where did he learn the Quebrada? “ The look on Coach E’s face makes it clear that he has no knowledge of wrestling moves, and Mutante clarifies, annoyed. “ The move he did off the rope. The one that went..“ Mutante sweeps his hands in a flat motion, while also producing a raspberry noise from his mouth.
( Coach E - ( Translated from Spanish -
“ Ah, the flip thing? I don’t know. But he didn’t learn it from me. “
Noelle goes to leave, and trips over a chair, getting Mutante’s attention. He looks to Coach E, who is also looking at her.
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ Is that whore on duty? She looks like she can unhook her jaw. “
( Coach E - ( Translated from Spanish -
“ ..She’s...I don’t know what she is, I don’t go near her though.. “
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ ...gay? “
( Coach E - ( Translated from Spanish -
“ What makes you think I’m gay? “
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ ...the shorts. Most definitely the shorts. “
Coach E begins to explain to Mutante that it is in fact pride month and asking if people are gay, while not acceptable most days, is even more reprehensible during this particular month. Mutante waves it off, explaining that he is from a different time. Coach E responds that if a caveman came out of nowhere, he might not know he shouldn’t bash people with a club, but that doesn’t make it ok. Mutante laughs, and apologizes. The two men walk out, and Coach stops to remind him of his cane, to which Mutante responds “leave it. We’ll need it there later.”
Hours later, Asher sits in a rainbow themed bar, chugging back daiquiris and watching as the bartender struggles to keep up with the drink orders from the crowd. Asher turns to see the guy that was seated next to him get up, and quickly places the wallet he took off of him into his jacket pocket. The empty chair is then filled by Mutante, who smiles at Asher’s disgust.
( EL Mutante -
“ That was very smooth. Very practiced. “
( Asher Jules -
“ You’re full of surprises, ey? Bet if I broke you open I’d find a kinder toy within, ye? “
( EL Mutante -
“ When I was a kid, I grew up in Oaxaca, we had nothing. We had to beg, borrow, and like yourself, steal. We didn’t want to, we had to. But you do not have to. So tell me, why? “
( Asher Jules -
“ Makes a difference to you? Trying to figure out me secrets, then? I’ll pass. “
( EL Mutante -
Reaching into his pocket, Mutante pulls out a flask and opens it. The bartender appears in front of him and informs him of their strict outside booze rule. Mutante nods and puts the flask away, asking for a bottle of tequila then. The bartender nods and grabs one from the wall, placing it before him. Mutante waits for the bartender to turn his back before showing that the flask is indeed empty. “ Works every time. Now tell me. What made you want to be a wrestler? “
( Asher Jules -
“ Nothing. Don’t. I want money, and I want to be left ‘lone. The bloke in your seat helped me the first, be a doll and help with the second. “
( EL Mutante -
“ It’s easy to guess, really. “ Pouring himself a shot of tequilla, he grabs Asher’s daquiri and dumps it in the sink before him and replaces the pink slush with straight tequilla. “ You were poor, too. Maybe...what do they call it? A Chav? You, like me, took to the streets to make your living. And this, this made you angry. So... “ Mutante downs his drink and pours another, also pouring more tequila into Asher’s cup, adding to the amount he hasn’t yet drank. “ So you find wrestling. And you like to fight, it makes you feel better. But you know you’re not good at it. So you don’t take it seriously. You make your wage, and you call it a job. This is not a job, culo mareado. Bartender, that is a job. Garbage man. That is a job. This, this is a calling. “
( Asher Jules -
“ You’re pretty far off, love. “
( EL Mutante -
“ Coach told me that so I’m not that far off, culo. “
( Asher Jules -
“ I get it. You’re old, your time is gone, you’re sad over it. But living through me ain’t getting you a second chance at anything except another heart spasm. Which I assume you’ve had more ‘en two. But this ain’t it and I ain’t him. “
( EL Mutante -
“ Fine. I’ll return to mexico. But I must know, who taught you how to do the Quebrada? “
( Asher Jules -
“ ...the what now? “
( EL Mutante -
“ The move you did to fall on you ass. “
( Asher Jules -
“ The moonsault, yeah? Moonsault. I...well you. I learned it from watching you, alright! I learned it from watching you! “ Asher waits for the reference to sink in, but it doesn’t happen. “ I saw how you did it, looked easy ‘nough. “
( EL Mutante -
“ Culo, you looked at me doing a move, and replicated it? That is not the same as ducking a punch, Had your legs not been as loose as sweaty gelatin, and your time as bad as an italian watch, you’d have done it. And again, that is with only having seen me do it. Imagine, Culo. If you listened to coach E and actually exercised, and had me showing you how. “
( Asher Jules -
“ ..what is it with people in this business wanting to help? Is it a sickness? “
( EL Mutante -
“ I hear you are in a match with your friends versus a serious threat. What is his name? “
( Asher Jules -
“ Clauson. Real minging bastard. Prattles on about how great he is, but can’t make it past the midcard. So powers that be, which is like, in relation to me, something of a touchy uncle, they decide they’ll keep throwing us at ‘em, til he gets pied off enough to make a proper move. Stop obsessing over the former champ and such. “
( EL Mutante -
“ There are many types in this business, Culo. You have the types like Xavier, and Stratford. They are here to position themselves in a place of power. To prove who they are to the world. Then you have those like Vincent, and Vhodka, who simply wish to inject a bit of chaos into the machine. Make it work differently. But you, and me...We are different. “
( Asher Jules -
“ We. Are. Farmers. BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM BUM. “
( EL Mutante -
“ No, Asher. You know my story. But tell me, Do you know why I changed to El Mutante and stayed? “
( Asher Jules -
“ Fuckin ‘ell. I don’t give a shite, mate. Did it pay better? “
( EL Mutante -
“ No, not at first. At first it was a paycut. Took me years to get to the point that I was making what I was. No. It was because...because I liked to fuck with the pussy bitches. The audience. I do not like the audience. They believe they are so smart when in fact they are so easy to fool. When I came up with the idea, It was only meant to last a few weeks. But the longer it went on, the funnier it became. For the first time in my life, I had joy. I found it by making morons love me, just so I could take that love away. You can sit here, and you can pick the pockets of all the daddies who wish to fuck you, while they buy you brightly colored slop. Or, you can take this gift you have seriously. Let me train you, Culo. And let me show you how much joy there is, in not just being the prick, but being the prick who can win the fight. “
( Asher Jules -
Asher looks at the old man, who is smiling like the cat who ate the canary. And in that moment, he meets someone who understands who he is.“ ..Finally, someone who makes sense! “ Asher lifts his glass, and says cheers, before taking a sip of the tequila. Wretching instantly, and letting the liquid drip out of his slack mouth, his eyes clenched shut.
( Asher Jules - ( Translated from Spanish -
“ gone bad, innit? Or ‘sit supposed to be minged like so? “
( EL Mutante ( Translated from Spanish -
“ No, no. “ says Mutante, as he downs the rest of the booze in the glass, as well as a large gulp from the bottle. Gargling with it, he realizes he’s garnering all sorts of attention, but doesn’t care. “ It’s because you’re a pussy. But with my help, you’ll still be a pussy. But a pussy who can win the fight.“
( Asher Jules - ( Translated from Spanish -
“ Alright ya bastard. Let’s get cracking. “
Wiping his chin, Asher stands and staggers toward the door, as the eyes of every man that has bought him a drink watches him leave with a salt and pepper daddy bear who bought him a single drink.