Post by El Chingar on Jun 29, 2020 21:19:04 GMT -5
El Chingar's Auto Dealership
Boyle Heights Los Angeles, California
It's a hot sunny day in the small lower class barrio of Boyle Heights. Sirens are constantly flying by and fireworks are lit off during the middle of the day. Inside his office sits El Chingar, feat on the desk holding a large lit cigar in one hand, and fanning himself with a newspaper in the other. On his desk sits a photo of a young El Chingar next to a photo of his idol Dr. Wagner. Next to that is an old green radio, which plays mostly static but you can faintly hear Cieto Lindo playing through it.
El Chingar
(singing to himself)
Cielito lindooo, vienen bajandooo
He wipes a stray tear away from his eyes.
El Chingar
Get's me every time.
His pale chubby assistant bursts into the door.
Ernesto
What's going on Joe? Why am I here on my day off?
El Chingar
(jumping up wiping his eyes)
What did I say about knocking? And what did I say about my name?
Ernesto
Uhhhh
El Chingar
Always knock and from now on my name is....
Ernesto
Joes-
El Chingar
It's El Chingar to you now pendejo
He throws his newspaper at this assistant who fails to catch it.
El Chingar
(Shuffling around papers on his desk)
Here
He pulls out an all black mask and throws it at Ernesto
El Chingar
Put this on.
Ernesto
Whyyyy?
El Chingar gets up and walks over to Ernesto
El Chingar
Because, we're wrestlers now remember? Well, you are. I'm your manager, and agent, and promoter, and holder of all your earnings.
Ernesto
But I don't want to be a wrestler Joe!
El Chingar raises his hand to Ernesto ready to paint his face a new shade of black and blue.
Ernesto
El Chingar I mean! Sorry. I just, don't want to do this. Why can't we just keep the car dealership open, I like it here. I don't want to leave, my life is here. I don't want to go get thrown around by sweaty dudes!
El Chingar
Hey!
(whistles at Ernesto, and grabs him by the hair)
You crying? Why you crying? What did I say about crying?
Ernesto
(Reaching for his head)
To not do it
El Chingar
Good
(releasing his hair)
Now put this mask on, cuz we gotta go.
Ernesto
Why are we doing this anyways? I thought you hated wrestling after what they di-
El Chingar
I told you to NEVER bring that up again! You don't know what I like. I'm passionate about wrestling actually.
Ernesto
I think you're lying
El Chignar
Well, I think you need to stop complaining. Now put
(grabbing the mask in his fist)
the mask on
El Chingar forces the mask onto Ernesto putting it on poorly. Ernesto tries to pull the mask down but it doesn't fit all the way, his vision is completely impaired.
El Chingar
Now let's go.
El Chingar puts his lit cigar in Ernesto's shirt pocket and leaves the room grabbing his bag on the way out. Ernesto freaks out and begins to smack his own chest to put out the flame before it does too much damage.
Boyle Heights Los Angeles, California
It's a hot sunny day in the small lower class barrio of Boyle Heights. Sirens are constantly flying by and fireworks are lit off during the middle of the day. Inside his office sits El Chingar, feat on the desk holding a large lit cigar in one hand, and fanning himself with a newspaper in the other. On his desk sits a photo of a young El Chingar next to a photo of his idol Dr. Wagner. Next to that is an old green radio, which plays mostly static but you can faintly hear Cieto Lindo playing through it.
El Chingar
(singing to himself)
Cielito lindooo, vienen bajandooo
He wipes a stray tear away from his eyes.
El Chingar
Get's me every time.
His pale chubby assistant bursts into the door.
Ernesto
What's going on Joe? Why am I here on my day off?
El Chingar
(jumping up wiping his eyes)
What did I say about knocking? And what did I say about my name?
Ernesto
Uhhhh
El Chingar
Always knock and from now on my name is....
Ernesto
Joes-
El Chingar
It's El Chingar to you now pendejo
He throws his newspaper at this assistant who fails to catch it.
El Chingar
(Shuffling around papers on his desk)
Here
He pulls out an all black mask and throws it at Ernesto
El Chingar
Put this on.
Ernesto
Whyyyy?
El Chingar gets up and walks over to Ernesto
El Chingar
Because, we're wrestlers now remember? Well, you are. I'm your manager, and agent, and promoter, and holder of all your earnings.
Ernesto
But I don't want to be a wrestler Joe!
El Chingar raises his hand to Ernesto ready to paint his face a new shade of black and blue.
Ernesto
El Chingar I mean! Sorry. I just, don't want to do this. Why can't we just keep the car dealership open, I like it here. I don't want to leave, my life is here. I don't want to go get thrown around by sweaty dudes!
El Chingar
Hey!
(whistles at Ernesto, and grabs him by the hair)
You crying? Why you crying? What did I say about crying?
Ernesto
(Reaching for his head)
To not do it
El Chingar
Good
(releasing his hair)
Now put this mask on, cuz we gotta go.
Ernesto
Why are we doing this anyways? I thought you hated wrestling after what they di-
El Chingar
I told you to NEVER bring that up again! You don't know what I like. I'm passionate about wrestling actually.
Ernesto
I think you're lying
El Chignar
Well, I think you need to stop complaining. Now put
(grabbing the mask in his fist)
the mask on
El Chingar forces the mask onto Ernesto putting it on poorly. Ernesto tries to pull the mask down but it doesn't fit all the way, his vision is completely impaired.
El Chingar
Now let's go.
El Chingar puts his lit cigar in Ernesto's shirt pocket and leaves the room grabbing his bag on the way out. Ernesto freaks out and begins to smack his own chest to put out the flame before it does too much damage.