Post by Alberto Del Rio on Aug 19, 2011 13:38:05 GMT -5
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Del Rio slowly lies down on the wet grass. The rain is quietly leaving, which seems to give Del Rio a little peace. His voice betrays his weariness as it seems to be a faint whisper.
Alberto Del Rio: I need to take a deep breath… I swear to you Naples Knight, it won’t be a dull day. Though it will be inevitable for both to leave with a victory, it won’t be over. I’m the one whispering…
Del Rio closes his eyes.
Alberto Del Rio: Can you hear me?
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Alberto Del Rio: Where am I?
To a black screen, we heard those words. It was the distinctive voice of Alberto Del Rio which pronounced those words. The last time we saw Alberto Del Rio outside of a ring, he seemed to be in trouble or in the very least, a difficult situation. We are finally able to see a landscape; we camera is close to the ground while we are behind the legs of a man who is walking. We perceive the left hand of this same man touching the tall, green grass. On the very back, we also notice tall, yet thin trees. We are not able to picture the sun or the moon just yet, though we notice this day is clear, which makes us believe another day has passed by since we last saw Del Rio falling asleep. The man keeps walking slowly while he keeps touching the grass. The camera then is some meters in front of him while still on the ground. The grass is covering a great amount of our view and blurs a lot of it, but we are still able to tell the man is reaching us. From our perspective, this man is wearing a blue pants, a white shirt, and a pair of black shoes. The camera then is close enough for us to realize this is indeed Alberto Del Rio. We look at him seeming confused. He rubs his forehead as it seems he got hit sometime we weren’t able to see. He keeps walking as we notice a small hill and more trees to his left. He ignores this and keeps walking more. He turns around everywhere not being able to notice a sign of civilization near him. He stops walking and crosses his arms taking some seconds to think. He looks at the sun he notices it is going to his left, so that must be the west. Del Rio then runs back and returns to that small hill he saw before. He stops at the highest of it. Still covered all in grass, Del Rio notices a path leading up to a hut. Very far from us, we picture more hills and trees which seem to may be hiding something. Desperate, Del Rio starts to run towards that hut he just saw, seeking for a way out. When he finally reaches that hut, he notices there is no door. To his surprise, this hut is made of wood sticks. He enters the small building notice there is no one there. He looks at a wooden made table and notices there’s a small piece of paper. Del Rio smiles and starts to write on it taking a pen out of his pocket. We are in front of Del Rio looking as he just finished his writing as we then are surprised by an old woman entering this place and stopping just as she saw Del Rio from the back. Del Rio heard those steps; he quickly turns around to notice that woman standing now in front of him. Both stare at each other. The woman cries in joy as Del Rio is as confused as ever. The woman runs out of the place as Del Rio decides to go after her. She is heading towards those hills and trees we saw before behind the hut. Del Rio keeps running but is not able to catch her. Del Rio stops on top of a hill and rests his hands on his knees breathing as fast as he had ever done before. He seems tired, but he then sees something that amazes him a lot; something he had never seen before. We notice a set of buildings. The tallest and biggest one is the most far of them all. There are some other small ones near us which seem to be houses. Del Rio’s eyes become bigger showing his amazement. There’s a ton of people working down there. Del Rio closes his eyes and rubs then trying to “wake up”. He opens them to the same image which surprises him even more. Suddenly, a group of men get him. These men are shirtless wearing palm leaf made skirts. They got face paint and are bald. They are not letting him go and start to go down to that small town. Del Rio is trying to force himself out of them though he is not able to overcome their strength. The same old woman we saw before is now in front of them.
Woman: "Déjenlo, viene conmigo."
{Leave him alone. He's coming with me}
After listening to the words of that woman, these men let Del Rio go out. He “cleans” his shirt and stares at this woman yet again. She smiles as Del Rio is about to pronounce his first words directed at her.
Alberto Del Rio: ¿Quién eres? ¿Porque me ayudaste?
{Who are you? Why did you helped me?}
That woman smiles for a second time.
Woman: "¿No te acuerdas de mí, Betito?"
{Don't you remember me, Betito?}
Alberto Del Rio: Yo no te conozco…
{I don't know you}
Woman: "Alberto… Yo soy tu mamá."
{Alberto... I am your mother}
Alberto Del Rio: No, no, no. Tú estás loca. ¡Eres una loca!
{No, no, no. You are crazy. You are insane!}
Del Rio runs away heading towards a river near that place. He turns around to see if somebody’s following him, noticing nobody did. Del Rio stands in front of the river looking at his own reflection.
Alberto Del Rio: I need to find my way out of this place. I felt I had big problems the last time you all saw me, but now, I’m freaking lost. I don’t know who these people are; I don’t know where the hell I am. All I know is that I have to find my way out of here and get inside the ring. I need to face Mason Moore. Mason, I know what you’re thinking of me. I know what you said, what you did; everything. I know it all. You think I am inferior because I am Mexican. You want me to look like a fool because of it. You laugh at it. Mason, you took some time to learn Spanish and talk to me. Do you think I don’t understand when you talk in English? You want to learn Spanish? I’ve got some words for you to learn: ¡Chinga tu madre, cabron!
Del Rio laughs at his last comment.
Alberto Del Rio: Mason, you’re not a good Spanish speaker. You think you know about culture, but you don’t. You probably made some research in history books to try understanding the way I think, but those people are not like me. Past Mexicans, current Mexicans, they are all different to me. In fact, I can be as good with poems as you are.
Del Rio takes the small piece of paper out of his right pocket. This small piece of paper is the one he grabbed from that hut some time ago. Del Rio proceeds onto reading it:
“You struggle, you crawl, and you stand on your feet
This time, you’ll suffer your most miserable defeat
Keep crying, keep dropping a tear
In the end, that doesn’t make me fear
Your showing of respect makes you sound gay
You better surround now before it’s too late
You’ll be lying inside that ring
While me; I am being crowned the new King.”
This time, you’ll suffer your most miserable defeat
Keep crying, keep dropping a tear
In the end, that doesn’t make me fear
Your showing of respect makes you sound gay
You better surround now before it’s too late
You’ll be lying inside that ring
While me; I am being crowned the new King.”
Alberto Del Rio: Yes. Soy el rey de la lucha. I am the King of Wrestling. Don’t you see it, Mason? Everything you try to do, I make it better. You are looking for my Intercontinental Championship, but Mason, you don’t deserve it. You had a shot to get an opportunity for the World Heavyweight Championship, and you lost it. You lost it and noticed you weren’t prepared enough. You are not good enough for it. You think that makes you eligible for this, but that’s not the truth. Mason, you have been in the ring twice with Anthony Ferraro, and both of the times, you lost. You weren’t good enough to overcome his strength. You weren’t able to beat his intelligence. Two blown up chances you had there, while me, not only did I defeated him, but made him suffer. I had his blood all over the ring. I made him pass out. Can you do that, Mason? Can you even dream of doing that? How many people have you able to defeat? I have defeated legends, stars in the making, but you? All you have done is getting defeated week in and week out. Whatever you do, Mason, this Saturday, you’ll still be just another jester inside that ring, and me… I will be taking my well-earned place as the King of Wrestling.
Del Rio notices the reflection of that woman behind him. Del Rio quickly turns around.
Alberto Del Rio: Explícamelo. Quiero una explicación ahora mismo.
{Explain it to me. I want an explanation right now}
Woman: "Alberto, yo soy tu madre."
{Alberto, I am your mother}
Alberto Del Rio: ¿Porque dices que eres mi madre?
{Why are you saying you are my mother?}
Woman: "Porque lo soy. Nosotros aquí somos pobres, y yo quería que tú tuvieras una mejor vida, por lo que te entregue a una familia que podía darte la vida que te mereces. Alberto, tu perteneces aquí."
{Because I am. All of us here are poor and I waned you to live a better life, that is why I gave you to a family that was able to give you what you deserve. Alberto, you belong here}
Alberto Del Rio: ¡No!
Suddenly, we are taken to Alberto Del Rio’s room in which he is in his bed. Covered in sweat, Del Rio finally wakes up from a nightmare he just had. He looks extremely scared of what just happened. He is quickly breathing as he turns his sight to the clock next to him. He then looks at the glass door noticing it is raining. Thunder is heard. He shakes his head.
Alberto Del Rio: Tengo que alistarme para tomar el vuelo a Oklahoma.
{I need to get ready to take a flight to Oklahoma}
Del Rio stands up from the bed and goes to his bathroom. The camera stays on his room and pans in to a small wooden desk. We notice a small piece of paper with some words written on them. The camera then turns to the left in which we see a blurred image of a woman standing there with her hands touching the glass. To that image, the scene slowly fades away to black.