Post by tapia on Jan 10, 2013 10:55:12 GMT -5
An empty bar, spanish guitar music is dimly playing in the background. A waiter stands cleaning some glasses and we see the back of a man, dressed in jeans, a dirty white vest and unlike most customers you'd see in a bar, an orange lucha libber mask with blue skeleton features. Waiter: Another drink amigo?
Negro Tapia: Yea one more….
He fills his glass up with another dark whiskey. Negro Tapia smashes it down his throat, burning his insides on the way down.
Negro Tapia: Leave the bottle.
The waiter leaves the half empty bottle of whiskey and walks away, back to his glass cleaning.
He pours himself one.
Waiter: Something on your mind amigo?
Negro Tapia: I've been in town for two days, trying to sort out some accommodation, but I'm getting nowhere.
Waiter: What you looking for?
Negro Tapia: Just a small condo or something.
Waiter: Where you from?
Negro Tapia: California, but my family are Tijuana.
Waiter: Your a long way from there here in Mexico City. What are you doing here?
He lifts his head up, staring at him through the eye holes in his mask.
Negro Tapia: What do you think I'm doing here?
Waiter: Another kid wanting to be the next lucha star?
Negro Tapia: How old do I look?
Waiter: The mask looks old, but you could be young. You're old enough to drink right?
Negro Tapia: Yea just about….
He tops the drink up some more.
Waiter: I love the Lucha Libre, my grandfather used to take me to the Auditorium every friday night. That's when it was full of real action, no silly masks like your's just fighting and war.
Negro Tapia: Sounds some of my matches.
Waiter: Have you got any fights cooing up?
Negro Tapia: Yea, I've got one.
Waiter: A trios match I bet?
Negro Tapia: No.
Waiter: Mano o Mano?
Negro Tapia: No.
Waiter: What is it?
Negro Tapia: Torneo Cibernetico
Waiter: Wow, you must be someone special.
Negro Tapia: Not yet, not here… but I will be.
Waiter: Is your mask on the line?
Negro Tapia: No, just the Mexican Wrestling Championship.
Waiter: So you are a big deal.
Negro Tapia: I've got to get through even other luchadores first.
Waiter: If my grandfather was still alive he'd have loved to have gone.
Negro Tapia stands up, uneasily on his feet. He pulls out a few notes from his back pocket and slams them down on the desk, he turns to walk away.
Negro Tapia: Check the TV listings for Azteca 7 on 17 January, it's live.
Waiter: Yea I will amigo, good luck.
Half a step after going to leave, he turns back, reaches for his back pocket again and slams down some more notes on the counter, he grabs the bottle of whiskey and leaves.
The waiter counts the money.
Waiter: The bastard short changed me.
Negro Tapia: Yea one more….
He fills his glass up with another dark whiskey. Negro Tapia smashes it down his throat, burning his insides on the way down.
Negro Tapia: Leave the bottle.
The waiter leaves the half empty bottle of whiskey and walks away, back to his glass cleaning.
He pours himself one.
Waiter: Something on your mind amigo?
Negro Tapia: I've been in town for two days, trying to sort out some accommodation, but I'm getting nowhere.
Waiter: What you looking for?
Negro Tapia: Just a small condo or something.
Waiter: Where you from?
Negro Tapia: California, but my family are Tijuana.
Waiter: Your a long way from there here in Mexico City. What are you doing here?
He lifts his head up, staring at him through the eye holes in his mask.
Negro Tapia: What do you think I'm doing here?
Waiter: Another kid wanting to be the next lucha star?
Negro Tapia: How old do I look?
Waiter: The mask looks old, but you could be young. You're old enough to drink right?
Negro Tapia: Yea just about….
He tops the drink up some more.
Waiter: I love the Lucha Libre, my grandfather used to take me to the Auditorium every friday night. That's when it was full of real action, no silly masks like your's just fighting and war.
Negro Tapia: Sounds some of my matches.
Waiter: Have you got any fights cooing up?
Negro Tapia: Yea, I've got one.
Waiter: A trios match I bet?
Negro Tapia: No.
Waiter: Mano o Mano?
Negro Tapia: No.
Waiter: What is it?
Negro Tapia: Torneo Cibernetico
Waiter: Wow, you must be someone special.
Negro Tapia: Not yet, not here… but I will be.
Waiter: Is your mask on the line?
Negro Tapia: No, just the Mexican Wrestling Championship.
Waiter: So you are a big deal.
Negro Tapia: I've got to get through even other luchadores first.
Waiter: If my grandfather was still alive he'd have loved to have gone.
Negro Tapia stands up, uneasily on his feet. He pulls out a few notes from his back pocket and slams them down on the desk, he turns to walk away.
Negro Tapia: Check the TV listings for Azteca 7 on 17 January, it's live.
Waiter: Yea I will amigo, good luck.
Half a step after going to leave, he turns back, reaches for his back pocket again and slams down some more notes on the counter, he grabs the bottle of whiskey and leaves.
The waiter counts the money.
Waiter: The bastard short changed me.