Mexican Pride, it's something that comes along with being a wrestler from Mexico. You can't work a show in Mexico without feeling the fans true passion for Luchadore wrestling. Everybody from Mexico had addapted to the fast movement and high flying style of the Luchadores. Rey Mysterio, The Guerrero's and many other big names on the World Wide front of Wrestling has history in Luchadore wrestling. They got big, now time for just anotha "border crosser" from Mexico to make his name in America. Starting in PLW and then on the national stage of ICWA. One hting is for sure, they will remember the name, before he's burried, nobody will forget it.
Tuesday, April 3rd 2007
Manhattan, New York
8:33 PM
We open up in the Airport of Manhattan, New York. A late flight is just coming in as slowly people are exiting through the ramp. Most are extrmely jet lagged, and the last straddler is coming out. He has on a bandanna with white dots all over and is short but loaded with muscle and agility. In his raggdy shirt and pants he grins chewing on a toothpick. He flicks it now dragging a small backpack over his shoulder, with all hips possesions in it. He exits the airport and sees a mexican man like himself holding up a sign reading.....
Roberto Rodriguez
The man holding the back pack went up to him and gave him a nod to signify that was him. The man nodded slowly taking him over to a taxi as Roberto got in the back seat. He set his back to the side now as the driver got in the front seat. He started the car up and slowly drove through the city of Manhattan as in the back seat Roberto looked out the window awed by the Americas. Seeing now why so many of his "familia" had attempted to run here. A couple had died, but then the cabbie broke the silence.
.//Cabbie//.
This your first trip to the USA?
Roberto looked up at him. Slowly pulling his attention from the sceneary.
.//Roberto Rodriguez//.
Se, amigo. My first time in this country. I did the Luchadore down in Mexico. Now PLW calls me which has the same style I'm hoping. I will break media and make the Mexicano hertiage proud.
The cabbie chuckled now nodding slowly pulling over at the PLW arena where Roberto would currently be spending a lot of his time. Slowly he climbed out of the cab grabbing his backpack.
.//Roberto Rodriguez//.
Thanks Amigo.
Roberto turned around shutting the door. The area was a bit rundown but he didn't mind really holding his backpack as a teenager went whizzing past him on a skateboard nearly knocking him from his feet. He yelled out in Spanish.
.//Roberto Rodriguez//.
MIRALO!
Roberto turned now slowly heading back towards the building. He scrolled the list seeing his name and then grinned even more seeing that he was booked on the April 13th Xplosion. This would be his chance to shine.
Match 2
Roberto Rodriguez Vs Zodiman Magic
Roberto chuckled now pushing open the door to the building. He answered a few quick questions to people wondering who he was. He was already, in his mind being looked down on because of his heritage. People were being friendly but he got aggitated easily and stated hollering out loudly.
.//Roberto Rodriguez//.
Retrocederte las galletas estúpidas!
Of course, nobody knew what he had just said as it hadn't been in a lick of English. Roberto looked annoyed now as finally someone came along and took him to the mens locker room. He entered to see a bunch of other men who all eyed him. He was being looked down upon by these people, they all wanted up into ICWA and Roberto knew they wouldn't wait on anything to take him out. He went over to his small cubed locker and whipped his backpack into. When one of the technicans came into the room looking at a clipboard.
.//Technican//.
Roberto?
Roberto walked up to the white man holding the clipboard. He gave him a nice nod but the man just looked up at him anoyed and ushered him away.
.//Technican//.
You have your first promo here in a couple of seconds. Pre-taped of course for this weeks Xplosion. It's going to be toatly yours, no script or anything so just go with it.
Roberto had never taken so many orders from white folk in a single day. He was getting anoyed and knew exactly how to put this promo as he was brought over to a speical backstage area where interviewers were conducted. They pushed him into the spot as he looked even more aggitated and they picked up a large camera putting it on him and counting down on three fingers....three.....two....one....Action! The button for taping light up now as Roberto looked directly into it grinning before finally speaking.
.//Roberto Rodriguez//.
Well, let me tell you something Crackers. The names Roberto and I'm the newest addition to your beloved PLW. I am here to bring back the Mexicano hertiage to your promotion. All I've had all day is constant, annoying Americans thinking they can boss me around. Thinking, they can give me orders. Cogerlos!
Roberto blurtted loudly in Spanish. He nodded for a moment before speaking again.
.//Roberto Rodriguez//.
Ollalay, that's right homies. Nobody in this little " desarrollo " promotion will be a threat to me becaue amigos I've got the proud Mexicano heritage behind me. I was trained by the legendary Guerrero famil and amigos, if you honestly think you can take me on, I challenge you to. Starting with this anoying black man I face in, mi principio!
He kept blurtting random parts of his promo out in spanish as he nodded. He grinned for a moment nodding. The man holding the camera motioned for him to hurry up as he got even more agitated.
.//Roberto Rodriguez//.
Amigo, Magic. I've got your numbed, and come the 13th of April. You will be laying on your back after recieving rabia mexicana! Ollaly, my brothas. Gather together for the first of many Roberto Rodriguez classics. SCREW AMERICA!
Roberto walks out of camera view now. The cameraman shuts the camera off and goes to comment but Roberto ignores him completley. He heads back to the lockeroom now with nothing else on his mind but some R&R.
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