Post by leahaguero on Jan 17, 2024 13:51:13 GMT -5
The night was draped in shadows as Leah Aguero and El Diablo Blanco sat in a nondescript car outside "Cilantro Cocina Mexicana." The neon glow of the restaurant sign flickered overhead, casting intermittent shadows across Leah's determined expression and El Diablo Blanco's pensive gaze.
Leah adjusted the brim of her hat, leaning back in her seat, her eyes focused on a family seated inside the restaurant. El Diablo Blanco, though masked by his Luchador persona, couldn't conceal the mix of excitement and trepidation in his eyes.
Leah Aguero: Alright, El D, first rule of surveillance – be the fly on the wall. Blend in, become a part of the background noise. That might be a little difficult with that mask. If you’re not going to take it off then maybe do something about the horns. They draw too much attention.
El Diablo Blanco nodded, absorbing Leah's words, his gaze flickering between the family, who turns out to be El D’s Wifey and two Little Diablitas, and an unknown man that takes a seat at the table.
Leah Aguero: You see that guy with them, D? The one twirling spaghetti like he's auditioning for a movie? He doesn't look like much, does he?
El Diablo Blanco has a sense of defeat in his eyes and in his heart as he gets lost staring down his family from the car. He goes to speak but nothing comes out. El D clears his throat and then tries again.
El Diablo Blanco: Nah, Sister. It looks like he's trying too hard with that mustache.
Leah smirked, appreciating El Diablo Blanco's observational skills. She can tell that this isn’t easy for her compadre in The Cabal. Leah may have a tough exterior but she is still human.
Leah Aguero: Exactly. Never underestimate anyone. In our world, even the guys twirling spaghetti can be a piece of the puzzle. Never forget that. You don’t know this guy’s motives.
The two continued to watch, Leah occasionally pointing out nuances of the scene – a subtle glance, a hushed conversation, the way the unknown man laughed. El Diablo Blanco listened, absorbing the lesson like a sponge.
Leah Aguero: Now, let's talk about you, D. You've got the flair, the charisma, but you're missing that edge. You gotta be more than just talk. You once had the crowd eating out of the palm of your hand. I witnessed you become a two-time Phoenix Champion in Mile High Wrestling. Now, every time you step into a big match at a pay per view, you drop an L. There’s the fire match with Matt Knox. There’s the chair match with Larry Tact.
El Diablo Blanco sighed, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and yearning.
El Diablo Blanco: I know, Sister. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I want to be more. I want to be a force again. Not just someone known to losing when all the marbles are on the table.
Leah Aguero: Good. That's the spirit. But being a force to be reckoned with isn't just about flexing muscles in the ring. And like I told you before. Lizard Man isn’t doing you any favors. It's about strategy, unpredictability.
Leah gestured towards the restaurant.
Leah Aguero: Look at them. That’s your family in there right now. You want to be a force for them, right?
El Diablo Blanco nodded, a glint of determination in his eyes.
El Diablo Blanco: More than anything, Sister.
Leah Aguero: Then, it's time to start thinking like one. Not just in the ring but out here too. It’s about taking what you want but finding that line between being methodical and incalculable.
Leah handed El Diablo Blanco a pair of binoculars, encouraging him to focus on specific details – the way his wife smiled, the subtle gestures between his daughters and the unknown man.
Leah Aguero: Being inconspicuous is an art. It's about being present but unseen. That's the kind of edge you need. Understand?
El Diablo Blanco: Yeah, Sister, I get it.
Leah Aguero: Good. Now, let's turn that understanding into action. Show me what you're made of.
The two continued to watch, El Diablo Blanco adjusting the binoculars with newfound determination. Leah leaned back, her eyes never leaving the scene, her mind contemplating the lessons she was instilling in her Cabal partner.
Leah Aguero: You know, D, you're greater than you think. The world needs to see that. But you've got to show them, not just with words, but with actions.
El Diablo Blanco lowers the binoculars momentarily as he takes in Leah’s advice.
El Diablo Blanco: I hear you, Sister. I'm ready to take that step.
Leah Aguero: Good. The Cabal needs a force like you, El D. Let's make sure they get it. Next lesson begins right now. I’m going to make a call to the hostess in there letting them know that it looks like a vehicle had been broken into. I’ll describe that pissant little Pacifica over there. Your job is to break one of the windows and slash a tire. The hostess will inform your family as to the situation. When that guy that took your family comes out to take a look you’re going to knock him out with that rag in the back. This stuff isn’t like what you see in the movies. It’s going to take some time so you have to cover his nose and mouth with it tightly and hold onto it. Let’s go.
Leah is quick to pull out her phone but El Diablo Blanco reaches over and quickly grabs Leah by the forearm.
El Diablo Blanco: No, Sister. I can’t do it. This isn’t what we do in the ring. That’s my familia in there.
Leah lets out an exhale, somewhat frustrated at El D’s lack of umph to follow her lead.
Leah Aguero: When you’re ready, you’re ready. We’ll keep on surveillance then.
As the night unfolded, Leah and El Diablo Blanco continued their vigil, the car a cocoon of strategic planning and self-discovery. The further lessons learned in the darkness of surveillance would soon find their way into the spotlight of the ring, forging El Diablo Blanco into a force to be reckoned with – not just in the squared circle but in every aspect of his life… or at least when he was ready.
The cold night air clung to the exterior of "El Diablo's House of Fun," a once-thriving wrestling school now reduced to a desolate warehouse. It looks as though nothing was done to it after El Diablo Blanco closed its doors over a year ago. The flickering streetlight cast eerie shadows on the worn brick walls, giving the building an aura of abandonment. Leah Aguero led El Diablo Blanco through the dimly lit alleyway, the crunching of gravel beneath their feet echoing through the stillness.
El Diablo Blanco: Sister, I don’t mean to use such foul language but what the heck are we doing here? This place has been closed for over a year. It's practically falling apart.
Leah glanced over her shoulder, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.
Leah Aguero: Sometimes, D, you just need to revisit the past to understand the present. Trust me on this.
As they pushed open the creaking door, the scent of stale sweat and memories wafted through the air. The dim overhead lights barely illuminated the vast emptiness of the training area, the wrestling ring now a relic of bygone days.
Leah Aguero: This place used to be your sanctuary, El D. You built it, you shaped it. You had a vision of the future and what you wanted to make of it. But things change, and sometimes, we need to confront what we left behind.
El Diablo Blanco's furrowed brow betrayed his confusion. Leah led him deeper into the darkness, their footsteps echoing against the cold concrete floor. As they rounded a corner, El Diablo Blanco's eyes widened at the sight before him.
Isabella Cruz, known confidant to Leah, stood in the center of the warehouse, her silhouette sharp against the dim backdrop. Isabella could be seen wiping her hands with a dirty rag of some sort. A lone chair occupied the space in front of her, a mysterious figure bound to it, a bag covering their head. The air grew tense as El Diablo Blanco's gaze shifted between Leah and Isabella.
Leah Aguero: El D, meet our guest. A blast from your past, I'd say.
El Diablo Blanco: What is this? Sister! Why are we here? What the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks is going on? Who is that and most importantly, Sister, who is she?
Isabella Cruz remained silent, her eyes fixed on the figure in the chair. Leah walked towards the captive, her movements deliberate.
Leah Aguero: I wanted to give you a gift, El D. What I told you the other night was the truth. I see greatness in you. You can become something more. You took the first step all those months ago when you showed the collective world that Good Ol El D won’t be pushed around any longer. Consider this a piece of unfinished business, if you will. Your next step.
With a swift motion, Isabella removed the bag from the man's head, revealing the unknown man from the restaurant. His eyes widened in recognition, a mix of fear and confusion mirroring El Diablo Blanco's emotions.
The unknown man tried to scream out but a gag had been placed in his mouth. Through the muffled yelling it was evident that the man recognized El D, perhaps even from under the mask, but wasn’t entirely certain. He definitely, however, recognized the El Diablo Blanco mask.
El Diablo Blanco took a step back, his mind racing to comprehend the surreal situation.
El Diablo Blanco: I-I don't know this guy. Why did you bring him here, Sister?
Leah Aguero: Consider it a reunion, D. This man has a connection to your past, and I thought it was time for you to confront it.
The Unknown Man tried to scream out again but to know avail.
El Diablo Blanco hesitated, a mixture of skepticism and unease in his eyes. El D was visibly distraught as he began pacing back and forth. Isabella's voice cut through the tension.
Isabella Cruz: Leah knows what she's doing. Trust her, El D.
Leah Aguero: This is your chance, El D. Whatever history lies between you two, it's time to face it. Unmask the secrets, and you'll find the strength you need.
El Diablo Blanco shook his head, his mind conflicted.
El Diablo Blanco: I don't need this, Sister. I won't be a part of whatever twisted game you're playing.
Leah Aguero: It's not a game, D. It's about closure, about understanding who you are. You can walk away, but you'll be haunted by the shadows of the past.
El Diablo Blanco went to respond but began second guessing himself. Instead, he turned on his heel, striding away from the surreal scene.
Unknown Man: (muffled) Wait!
Although muffled, it was evident that the man had yelled out for El Diablo Blanco to wait, hoping that he would receive compassion and be released. El D momentarily paused but didn’t look back. Instead, he let out a deep exhale and walked back towards the alley.
Isabella Cruz: He needs time, Leah. Sometimes, the past is a wound that needs careful tending.
Leah Aguero watched El Diablo Blanco disappear into the darkness, her gaze lingering on the empty space he left behind.
Leah Aguero: He'll come around, Isa. He has to.
Isabella Cruz: And if he doesn't?
Leah Aguero: Then we'll find another way to show him the path. The darkness within can either consume you or set you free. We just need to guide him to the right choice.
Isabella Cruz: What do you want me to do with this one?
Leah crouched down in front of the man, grabbing him by the chin, and forced eye contact between the two.
Leah Aguero: I guess you can consider this your lucky day. My friend here is going to release you but pay very close attention to what I’m about to say. If this ever gets out. I’m not just saying to the cops. If this ever gets out to that family you’re galavanting around with, I will find you and you will be praying that all you end up with is being bound and gagged. Do you understand?
With wide eyes, the man nodded his head up and down several times. Leah released her grip from the man’s chin and stood back up. Leah shot Isabella a wink to which Isabella responded with an air kiss. Leah would then turn and head in the same direction El Diablo Blanco had just headed towards.
The warehouse echoed with the distant sounds of footsteps fading into the night, leaving behind a complex web of history, secrets, and the promise of a reckoning yet to come.
…to be continued
Leah adjusted the brim of her hat, leaning back in her seat, her eyes focused on a family seated inside the restaurant. El Diablo Blanco, though masked by his Luchador persona, couldn't conceal the mix of excitement and trepidation in his eyes.
Leah Aguero: Alright, El D, first rule of surveillance – be the fly on the wall. Blend in, become a part of the background noise. That might be a little difficult with that mask. If you’re not going to take it off then maybe do something about the horns. They draw too much attention.
El Diablo Blanco nodded, absorbing Leah's words, his gaze flickering between the family, who turns out to be El D’s Wifey and two Little Diablitas, and an unknown man that takes a seat at the table.
Leah Aguero: You see that guy with them, D? The one twirling spaghetti like he's auditioning for a movie? He doesn't look like much, does he?
El Diablo Blanco has a sense of defeat in his eyes and in his heart as he gets lost staring down his family from the car. He goes to speak but nothing comes out. El D clears his throat and then tries again.
El Diablo Blanco: Nah, Sister. It looks like he's trying too hard with that mustache.
Leah smirked, appreciating El Diablo Blanco's observational skills. She can tell that this isn’t easy for her compadre in The Cabal. Leah may have a tough exterior but she is still human.
Leah Aguero: Exactly. Never underestimate anyone. In our world, even the guys twirling spaghetti can be a piece of the puzzle. Never forget that. You don’t know this guy’s motives.
The two continued to watch, Leah occasionally pointing out nuances of the scene – a subtle glance, a hushed conversation, the way the unknown man laughed. El Diablo Blanco listened, absorbing the lesson like a sponge.
Leah Aguero: Now, let's talk about you, D. You've got the flair, the charisma, but you're missing that edge. You gotta be more than just talk. You once had the crowd eating out of the palm of your hand. I witnessed you become a two-time Phoenix Champion in Mile High Wrestling. Now, every time you step into a big match at a pay per view, you drop an L. There’s the fire match with Matt Knox. There’s the chair match with Larry Tact.
El Diablo Blanco sighed, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and yearning.
El Diablo Blanco: I know, Sister. I've been thinking about it a lot lately. I want to be more. I want to be a force again. Not just someone known to losing when all the marbles are on the table.
Leah Aguero: Good. That's the spirit. But being a force to be reckoned with isn't just about flexing muscles in the ring. And like I told you before. Lizard Man isn’t doing you any favors. It's about strategy, unpredictability.
Leah gestured towards the restaurant.
Leah Aguero: Look at them. That’s your family in there right now. You want to be a force for them, right?
El Diablo Blanco nodded, a glint of determination in his eyes.
El Diablo Blanco: More than anything, Sister.
Leah Aguero: Then, it's time to start thinking like one. Not just in the ring but out here too. It’s about taking what you want but finding that line between being methodical and incalculable.
Leah handed El Diablo Blanco a pair of binoculars, encouraging him to focus on specific details – the way his wife smiled, the subtle gestures between his daughters and the unknown man.
Leah Aguero: Being inconspicuous is an art. It's about being present but unseen. That's the kind of edge you need. Understand?
El Diablo Blanco: Yeah, Sister, I get it.
Leah Aguero: Good. Now, let's turn that understanding into action. Show me what you're made of.
The two continued to watch, El Diablo Blanco adjusting the binoculars with newfound determination. Leah leaned back, her eyes never leaving the scene, her mind contemplating the lessons she was instilling in her Cabal partner.
Leah Aguero: You know, D, you're greater than you think. The world needs to see that. But you've got to show them, not just with words, but with actions.
El Diablo Blanco lowers the binoculars momentarily as he takes in Leah’s advice.
El Diablo Blanco: I hear you, Sister. I'm ready to take that step.
Leah Aguero: Good. The Cabal needs a force like you, El D. Let's make sure they get it. Next lesson begins right now. I’m going to make a call to the hostess in there letting them know that it looks like a vehicle had been broken into. I’ll describe that pissant little Pacifica over there. Your job is to break one of the windows and slash a tire. The hostess will inform your family as to the situation. When that guy that took your family comes out to take a look you’re going to knock him out with that rag in the back. This stuff isn’t like what you see in the movies. It’s going to take some time so you have to cover his nose and mouth with it tightly and hold onto it. Let’s go.
Leah is quick to pull out her phone but El Diablo Blanco reaches over and quickly grabs Leah by the forearm.
El Diablo Blanco: No, Sister. I can’t do it. This isn’t what we do in the ring. That’s my familia in there.
Leah lets out an exhale, somewhat frustrated at El D’s lack of umph to follow her lead.
Leah Aguero: When you’re ready, you’re ready. We’ll keep on surveillance then.
As the night unfolded, Leah and El Diablo Blanco continued their vigil, the car a cocoon of strategic planning and self-discovery. The further lessons learned in the darkness of surveillance would soon find their way into the spotlight of the ring, forging El Diablo Blanco into a force to be reckoned with – not just in the squared circle but in every aspect of his life… or at least when he was ready.
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The scene unfolds in a clandestine setting, the brick walls echoing whispers of past battles. Leah Aguero stands, a stoic figure radiating an aura of authority. By her side is El Diablo Blanco, masked, yet his presence speaks volumes. The air is charged with an unspoken unity between them.
Leah Aguero: Cataclysm, you've unwittingly stumbled into our territory. This isn't a mere tag team match; it's a demonstration of cohesion, a showcase of The Cabal's dominion.
Leah turns to El Diablo Blanco, a nod passing between them, an unspoken language that runs deeper than words.
Leah Aguero: Meet El Diablo Blanco – a force that transcends the mask. Together, we form a seamless alliance, a force that's been through the shadows and emerged stronger.
El Diablo Blanco steps forward, his masked visage evoking a sense of mystery, a silent enigma.
El Diablo Blanco: Chris Page, Brother, you believe leaving The Cabal is liberation? All you've done is traded one chaos for another, Brother, and you'll soon realize, there's no escape. We’ve been repping The Cabal, and our influence extends far beyond what the eyes can see, Brother. This alliance didn’t just converge by happenstance either. No sir, no how. Sister Leah and I go together like Peanut Butter and Jelly, Brother.
Leah's eyes lock onto the camera, intensity burning in their depths.
Leah Aguero: El D and I – we're not just partners; we're a convergence of strength and strategy. Chris Page, Robert Main, you're not facing individuals; you're facing the embodiment of calculated chaos.
El Diablo Blanco raises his hand, displaying an 8x10 professional photo of El D and Leah posing together with the S.E.X. Cup logo behind them – a symbol of their shared purpose.
El Diablo Blanco: Cataclysm, you're dancing with shadows, Brothers, unaware of the storm lurking within, uhuh. The Cabal's essence courses through us, Brothers, and as a united force, we're an unstoppable tide if you can Diggit!
Leah takes a step forward, her presence demanding attention.
Leah Aguero: Chris, you once stood beside us, embraced the power we harnessed. Now, you'll feel it from the other side. Cataclysm, witness the symphony of chaos we orchestrate, a harmony that no doubt spells your downfall.
El Diablo Blanco stands beside Leah, the chemistry between them palpable.
El Diablo Blanco: Oooh yeah, you think you can just walk away from The Cabal? You've stepped into the danger zone, Brother, where the D & L Connection reigns supreme. Chris Page, you've jumped from the frying pan into the fire! The S.E.X. Cup is our proving ground, Cataclysm. A mere glimpse of what awaits anyone who dares cross The Cabal's path. We're not just a team; we're an unyielding force that shatters everything in its wake.
Leah's gaze remains fixed, a fusion of determination and cold calculation.
Leah Aguero: Robert Main and Chris Page, brace yourselves for a collision with the essence of The Cabal. In the ring, the unity we share will be your undoing. The S.E.X. Cup is where our resurgence begins, and Cataclysm, you're the unfortunate canvas on which we paint our dominance.
El Diablo Blanco: And that just leaves me with one question for the two of you. Whatcha Gonna Do, Brothers, When the D & L Connection Runs Wild On You?!
Leah extends her hand out towards El Diablo Blanco who over-exaggeratedly accepts the hand shake as if there is lightning coursing through their collective bodies. The camera slowly fades as Leah and El Diablo Blanco stand united, their alliance a force that promises to reshape the landscape of the tag team division.
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The cold night air clung to the exterior of "El Diablo's House of Fun," a once-thriving wrestling school now reduced to a desolate warehouse. It looks as though nothing was done to it after El Diablo Blanco closed its doors over a year ago. The flickering streetlight cast eerie shadows on the worn brick walls, giving the building an aura of abandonment. Leah Aguero led El Diablo Blanco through the dimly lit alleyway, the crunching of gravel beneath their feet echoing through the stillness.
El Diablo Blanco: Sister, I don’t mean to use such foul language but what the heck are we doing here? This place has been closed for over a year. It's practically falling apart.
Leah glanced over her shoulder, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.
Leah Aguero: Sometimes, D, you just need to revisit the past to understand the present. Trust me on this.
As they pushed open the creaking door, the scent of stale sweat and memories wafted through the air. The dim overhead lights barely illuminated the vast emptiness of the training area, the wrestling ring now a relic of bygone days.
Leah Aguero: This place used to be your sanctuary, El D. You built it, you shaped it. You had a vision of the future and what you wanted to make of it. But things change, and sometimes, we need to confront what we left behind.
El Diablo Blanco's furrowed brow betrayed his confusion. Leah led him deeper into the darkness, their footsteps echoing against the cold concrete floor. As they rounded a corner, El Diablo Blanco's eyes widened at the sight before him.
Isabella Cruz, known confidant to Leah, stood in the center of the warehouse, her silhouette sharp against the dim backdrop. Isabella could be seen wiping her hands with a dirty rag of some sort. A lone chair occupied the space in front of her, a mysterious figure bound to it, a bag covering their head. The air grew tense as El Diablo Blanco's gaze shifted between Leah and Isabella.
Leah Aguero: El D, meet our guest. A blast from your past, I'd say.
El Diablo Blanco: What is this? Sister! Why are we here? What the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks is going on? Who is that and most importantly, Sister, who is she?
Isabella Cruz remained silent, her eyes fixed on the figure in the chair. Leah walked towards the captive, her movements deliberate.
Leah Aguero: I wanted to give you a gift, El D. What I told you the other night was the truth. I see greatness in you. You can become something more. You took the first step all those months ago when you showed the collective world that Good Ol El D won’t be pushed around any longer. Consider this a piece of unfinished business, if you will. Your next step.
With a swift motion, Isabella removed the bag from the man's head, revealing the unknown man from the restaurant. His eyes widened in recognition, a mix of fear and confusion mirroring El Diablo Blanco's emotions.
The unknown man tried to scream out but a gag had been placed in his mouth. Through the muffled yelling it was evident that the man recognized El D, perhaps even from under the mask, but wasn’t entirely certain. He definitely, however, recognized the El Diablo Blanco mask.
El Diablo Blanco took a step back, his mind racing to comprehend the surreal situation.
El Diablo Blanco: I-I don't know this guy. Why did you bring him here, Sister?
Leah Aguero: Consider it a reunion, D. This man has a connection to your past, and I thought it was time for you to confront it.
The Unknown Man tried to scream out again but to know avail.
El Diablo Blanco hesitated, a mixture of skepticism and unease in his eyes. El D was visibly distraught as he began pacing back and forth. Isabella's voice cut through the tension.
Isabella Cruz: Leah knows what she's doing. Trust her, El D.
Leah Aguero: This is your chance, El D. Whatever history lies between you two, it's time to face it. Unmask the secrets, and you'll find the strength you need.
El Diablo Blanco shook his head, his mind conflicted.
El Diablo Blanco: I don't need this, Sister. I won't be a part of whatever twisted game you're playing.
Leah Aguero: It's not a game, D. It's about closure, about understanding who you are. You can walk away, but you'll be haunted by the shadows of the past.
El Diablo Blanco went to respond but began second guessing himself. Instead, he turned on his heel, striding away from the surreal scene.
Unknown Man: (muffled) Wait!
Although muffled, it was evident that the man had yelled out for El Diablo Blanco to wait, hoping that he would receive compassion and be released. El D momentarily paused but didn’t look back. Instead, he let out a deep exhale and walked back towards the alley.
Isabella Cruz: He needs time, Leah. Sometimes, the past is a wound that needs careful tending.
Leah Aguero watched El Diablo Blanco disappear into the darkness, her gaze lingering on the empty space he left behind.
Leah Aguero: He'll come around, Isa. He has to.
Isabella Cruz: And if he doesn't?
Leah Aguero: Then we'll find another way to show him the path. The darkness within can either consume you or set you free. We just need to guide him to the right choice.
Isabella Cruz: What do you want me to do with this one?
Leah crouched down in front of the man, grabbing him by the chin, and forced eye contact between the two.
Leah Aguero: I guess you can consider this your lucky day. My friend here is going to release you but pay very close attention to what I’m about to say. If this ever gets out. I’m not just saying to the cops. If this ever gets out to that family you’re galavanting around with, I will find you and you will be praying that all you end up with is being bound and gagged. Do you understand?
With wide eyes, the man nodded his head up and down several times. Leah released her grip from the man’s chin and stood back up. Leah shot Isabella a wink to which Isabella responded with an air kiss. Leah would then turn and head in the same direction El Diablo Blanco had just headed towards.
The warehouse echoed with the distant sounds of footsteps fading into the night, leaving behind a complex web of history, secrets, and the promise of a reckoning yet to come.
…to be continued
