Post by Director of Island Activities on Jun 6, 2022 20:39:36 GMT -5
A private helicopter, white in color, lands at an unknown island during a beautiful morning. Once the blades come to a stop and the white sand settles back down, island staff, both in white uniforms and ladies in tropical bikinis rush over to welcome the latest guest. One of the attendants opens the door and out steps a well-built Hispanic male, wearing a black guayabera and white pants, no shoes. He drops into the sand, lettings his toes sink in the soft sand but what grabs your attention is his gorgeous Latin Afro. He is handed a welcome tropical drink by one of the ladies in bikinis and that puts a smile on his face right away. He puts his arms around both and begins walking as the attendants get his luggage out of the helicopter.
Hola senoritas, what the hell am I doing here you are probably asking? Actually, you are probably asking who the hell is this handsome bandito right?
He smiles with a smile that only those Latinos in telenovelas seem to have. They smile back.
My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die….
Their smiles fade away.
Ha! No, I’m kidding, lo siento! Princess Bride, come on, you’ve seen it? I practically learned English watching that on repeat.
They have no clue.
My name is Giovanni Santana, but I go by “Cholo” because hey, look at me chicas…
He winks at the camera. One of them unfolds a flier of the event he is here for and begins to look for his picture, but it’s not there.
Hey, no, I get it. I’m practically an unknown, but you must admit, this unknown looks good, don’t he? Si, you like, I know.
Their smiles come back.
As to why I am here? Well my amigas is quite simple, I need to get back into ring shape, I have a big event coming up in July and need plenty of tune up events before that and if I can manage to put some gold around my waist in the process, why not mang? That new Television championship looks precioso! Having said that, I have no idea where I am, who I am working for or even worse, who I am facing. It could be the best of the best, or it could be the scum of the earth or even worse, it could all be local island talent. My cousins the Malvados Bros already wrestled for a Jungle company and that did not go well, tribal folk can be, well, tribal. I hope this is not more of that caca… But hey, worst comes to worst, I get to party on an island, throw back a dozen drinks with some beautiful mamacitas like yourselves, hey, that’s still a win right? Simon que si! So let’s go fiesta! Another drink por favor amigo!
Cholo chugs down his drink and asks for another which is quickly handed to him. They then head towards the island’s resort.
Hola senoritas, what the hell am I doing here you are probably asking? Actually, you are probably asking who the hell is this handsome bandito right?
He smiles with a smile that only those Latinos in telenovelas seem to have. They smile back.
My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die….
Their smiles fade away.
Ha! No, I’m kidding, lo siento! Princess Bride, come on, you’ve seen it? I practically learned English watching that on repeat.
They have no clue.
My name is Giovanni Santana, but I go by “Cholo” because hey, look at me chicas…
He winks at the camera. One of them unfolds a flier of the event he is here for and begins to look for his picture, but it’s not there.
Hey, no, I get it. I’m practically an unknown, but you must admit, this unknown looks good, don’t he? Si, you like, I know.
Their smiles come back.
As to why I am here? Well my amigas is quite simple, I need to get back into ring shape, I have a big event coming up in July and need plenty of tune up events before that and if I can manage to put some gold around my waist in the process, why not mang? That new Television championship looks precioso! Having said that, I have no idea where I am, who I am working for or even worse, who I am facing. It could be the best of the best, or it could be the scum of the earth or even worse, it could all be local island talent. My cousins the Malvados Bros already wrestled for a Jungle company and that did not go well, tribal folk can be, well, tribal. I hope this is not more of that caca… But hey, worst comes to worst, I get to party on an island, throw back a dozen drinks with some beautiful mamacitas like yourselves, hey, that’s still a win right? Simon que si! So let’s go fiesta! Another drink por favor amigo!
Cholo chugs down his drink and asks for another which is quickly handed to him. They then head towards the island’s resort.