Post by saint on Nov 10, 2007 20:42:58 GMT -5
The sun slowly rises over the cement jungle of Chicago as a dusty tourbus rides into the city. The bus, fated to arrive for over twelve hours, had been plagued by a series of misfortunes, thus, slowing it's arrival to the GCW headquarters. Inside the bus, third row from the back, sat San Pedro, this, is his story:
Rick: Today's the first day of the rest of our lives, Pedro, I've seen the way you've been looking this whole trip and I want you to forget about it all. LLA was going to close, whether you were there or not, stop beating yourself up over it...
Pedro: ...I'll try, it's going to take some time.
Immediately, Uncle Carlos steps out from the drivers seat and interjects:
Carlos: Well we don't have time, m'nephew, we're late, and if you want to get picked up by these American's, you're gonna need to haul ass inside.
Pedro: Sounds like a plan.
With another pull of the strap on his mask, Pedro Santoro became San Pedro, before stepping out of the bus and walking into GCW headquarters, ready to start his new life.
San Pedro is a man, raised by wrestling. Growing up in a low-income family, their only asset, their wrestling ring. His grandfather was a wrestler, his name, Santiago Ramses, he was one of the forerunners of Lucha in Mexico. His father, also a wrestler, under the name of El Hermano, was one of Mexico's finest stars, headlining in the LLA Federation of Mexico, then, years later, San Pedro would follow in their footsteps. He wrestled for years, gaining more prestige, however, the world of lucha wrestling had changed. No longer was it a sport founded and fuelled by passion, it had become commercial, and the LLA couldn't compete with the growing number of American Federations around the world.Pedro Santoro would sigh, rub his eyes from tiredness, and open his bag in-front of him. Out of it he pulls a bright golden mask, he places it over his eyes, pulls the straps, and stands up. Immediately, his brother Rick turns to him:
On November 9th, 2007, the LLA closed its doors.
And that night, someone would report the theft of the LLA Tour Bus.
San Pedro, real name Pedro Santoro, along with his brothers Rick and Andre; and his Uncle Carlos, had stolen the bus and travelled past the border, for what seemed like an eternity, to Chicago, to reforge their lives and continue to live their passions.
Rick: Today's the first day of the rest of our lives, Pedro, I've seen the way you've been looking this whole trip and I want you to forget about it all. LLA was going to close, whether you were there or not, stop beating yourself up over it...
Pedro: ...I'll try, it's going to take some time.
Immediately, Uncle Carlos steps out from the drivers seat and interjects:
Carlos: Well we don't have time, m'nephew, we're late, and if you want to get picked up by these American's, you're gonna need to haul ass inside.
Pedro: Sounds like a plan.
With another pull of the strap on his mask, Pedro Santoro became San Pedro, before stepping out of the bus and walking into GCW headquarters, ready to start his new life.
Fade To Black.