The artist known as Senor Vinnie, part four

Tijuana, Mexico
October 31, 2018
Dia de los Muertes (Day of the Dead day one)

The shot opens at the house of Senor Vinnie, where he has invited children from the entire city to come and celebrate the Holiday, there he helps them build an children’s altar to invite the spirits of the dead children and celebrate with them as they place ceremonial foods amongst the altar and having a good time. Senor Vinnie notices the camera crew observing their festivities and motions them to join him and the children.

Senor Vinnie; Happy Halloween my friends, the day that across the US and other places in the world that the children are allowed to trick and treat around the doors of adults and wear costumes of whatever it is that they can come up with. But us in Mexico?? We celebrate the dead, we celebrate for three days as we always start with the children.

He points at the kids that are either from families across town or from the orphanage that he allowed to celebrate with him. They are decorating the entire backyard of Senor Vinnie as he allows them to have this moment of fun.

Senor Vinnie: I have always wanted to do something for the little ones, for those who are obviously less wealthy and talented and good looking like me…, even though I do suspect little Jesús over there to be my little Vinito as he is such a handsome kid.

He points at a kid that is rather pretty, but just when the camera turns towards him he gets overshadowed by a rather fat and ugly kid named Pepe. This causes Senor Vinnie to face palm himself and sighs before looking up at the fat kid and shouts towards him.

Senor Vinnie: Pepe! Te he dicho que limpies la cocina y te quedes dentro!( Pepe! I have told you to clean up the kitchen and stay inside!!!)

The fat kid looks rather upset, contemplating to throw the plate towards Senor Vinnie that has a Burrito on it. But thinks twice before throwing it, he first takes a large bite from it before dropping the plate on the ground and shakes his fist

Pepé: Damn you uncle Vinnie, I will tell my mother about this!!!

Senor Vinnie’s face turns deep red, not expecting his nephew Pepé to respond to him in English and starts to sweat bullets as he realizes that his sister will be notified about what he has done to her son. This causes him to suddenly laugh hysterically as he walks over to Pepé and places an arm around his neck.

Senor Vinnie: My nephew Pepé is a real funny kid, he is the comedian in the family just like that other fat guy Geraldo.

Pepé: You mean Gabriel Iglesias

Senor Vinnie gives him a soft pat on the back of his head

Pepé: Hey!!!

Senor Vinnie continues to grin as he rubs the head of his nephew some more, constantly staring at the camera while whispering something to his nephew through his teeth.

Senor Vinnie: (whisper ) shut uppppp

Pepé: (whisper) Make me

Senor Vinnie: (whisper) How much??

Pepé: SCW 2K19

Senor Vinnie sighs, knowing that this is going to cost him a lot, but he agrees finally.

Senor Vinnie: (Whisper) Fine

Pepé: I want the limited special edition box… the very expensive one uncle

Senor Vinnie is getting angrier by the minute while his nephew Pepe is chuckling while shaking his rather fat belly underneath the shirt that is actually two sizes too small. But finally Senor Vinnie realizes that his nephew had played the game rather intelligent and has him cornered so he agrees.

Senor Vinnie: Deal, I will get you the special edition box set with your favorite superstar Senor Vinnie unlocked for the game. You know the one where you get Pete the cactus for free instead of unlocking some trials.

Pepé: No, I want the one with Fenris unlocked, he is so cool.

Senor Vinnie is so full of himself that he hasn’t heard what his nephew said as he continues to talk about the unlocking of Pete the cactus.

Senor Vinnie: You can use Pete in many different ways, there’s one of him that is very helpful in hardcore matches.

Pepé: I don’t want you!!! I want Fenris!!!

Senor Vinnie: There’s also this one version of him that you can actually create a cactus, with a mode that you can give him wrestling gear as he suddenly has arms and legs. It’s Pete’s favorite mode of the entire game. I…. HEY!!!!!

Senor Vinnie gets knocked out of his daydream when Pepe kicked him against the shin and looks angry at him

Pepé: You are a horrible wrestler!!! You are not even a Lucha!! You cheated to win against my other favorite wrestler Caleb Storms and I want Fenris to beat you!!!!

Senor Vinnie wants to punch the kid, but gets another kick to the shin before the fat kid attempts to do something that looks remotely like running away from him. Senor Vinnie is hobbling on his other leg, trying to balance on it while holding on to his painful leg.

Senor Vinnie: Why you little…..

He suddenly realizes that the camera is still aimed at him and he gives a fake smile towards the camera to keep up appearances for the watching viewer.

Senor Vinnie: My nephew Pepé is such a nice kid, me and him are always messing around and having the greatest fun. He is like my very own Oliver Hardy to my Stan Laurel, so it’s normal that we sometimes disagree on certain issues like who his favorite wrestler is. But knowing his shyness, he just doesn’t want to admit that his uncle is his favorite wresler.

Pepé: No you are n…….

Pepé can be seen being dragged away from a corner from one of Senor Vinnie’s butlers, we can see his arms and legs move around uncontrollably as the butler drags him with all his might to the house and lock him up in his room.

Senor Vinnie: He is such a wonderful kid, but my sister Juanita asked me to asked me to make sure that he should be in bed on time. He has a lactose problem and it usually becomes very visible around this time. i….

Suddenly a bottle of milk is being thrown at him, barely missing his face as the Mariachi of Wrestling looks at the direction that it came from with a look of shock. He sees Pepé standing in the open window, jumping up and down for being upset that he barely missed his uncle with he bottle of milk.

Pepé: Damnit!! Da…

He once again is grabbed by the butler that he apparently managed to escape from a few moments ago, we can see him being dragged to his bedroom while putting up a fight.

Senor Vinnie: I must remember to increase his medication with three times the normal doses, but now it is celebration time.

He turns back to the camera and grins from ear to ear while readjusting his hair and his shirt. He then gives the nod to the camera and starts to count from three to zero to start his own promo.

Senor Vinnie: Three…, two…, one…, and action!!!

There’s no reaction from the camera crew as this causes Senor Vinnie to start and become a bit insecure.

Senor Vinnie: Are….., are we on?? Are you taping for my All Hallows Eve??

The camera nods up and down, signaling that he is already taping as this gives Senor Vinnie the okay to go on.

Senor Vinnie: Okay, we start all over again in five…, four…. Three…. Two…. One….,

And welcome to the celebration of the first day of many in Mexico where we celebrate the memories of the dead. Yes indeed, the dead. It’s a quite horrible thought for you unsensitive, hard working, mindless fools up north in the States. But this is the way we Mexicans honor our beloved ones as well as giving them the joyful occasion to celebrate with those they love. And of course we can celebrate all three days with eating, drinking, dancing, more drinking and more dancing and eating and singing and *BLEEP*

Senor Vinnie suddenly puts his hand in front of his mouth, clearly he realizes that he said something that wasn’t okay for family entertainment on the SCW network to be aired. He is happy that he got bleeped out and wants to continue to do his presentation of Dia de los Muertes when he suddenly gets a text message on his phone. He quickly grabs the phone and reads the message that the co-owner of SCW Mark Ward had sent him.

Senor Vinnie: Dear Senor Vinnie, we do not tolerate foul language or any other gestures that would be considered inappropriate. We realize that you are new and will not punish you for the offense, but we have to make a stand towards you and each and every other superstar to obey to our rules.

He scratches his head as he continues to read out the text message that Mark Ward has send him.

Senor Vinnie: Seeing this is your first offence, we shall fine you for 10.000 US Dollars and you have to do some appearances to promote anti-curse campaigns as well as anti-bullying campaigns. We would rather appreciate it if you would cooperate with us and wish you all of the best of luck against Fenris for the world title.

His rereads the entire message a few more times before sighing and putting his phone back into his pants and turns his gaze back to the camera.

Senor Vinnie: For f*** sakes…., I….,

Another text message emerges and Senor Vinnie sighs, already knowing that it is once again from the co-owner of the SCW and starts to read it again.

Senor Vinnie: This is strike two Senor Vinnie, upon strike three it is our duty to suspend you for thirty days without pay.

He turns his attention to the camera and has a sad looking face.

Senor Vinnie: Please Senor Mark, please do not punish Senor Vinnie. I am at first lousy at baseball, so I would be too easy to be struck out before even swing the bat. Secondly, it would disappoint the entire community of Tijuana, Mexico and the entire nation of Mexico if I am not allowed to compete. Now I understand that you are a business man, you are a decorated individual that knows your way around the locker room and have the utmost respect from the entire SCW nation. And therefore I salute you…. I…,

Another text message hits and it is once again from Mark Ward as Senor Vinnie is confident that he has gotten on the good side of the co-owner as he starts to read the message out loud once again.

Senor Vinnie: Dear Senor Vinnie…, that’s me of course. I do not like to have people suck up to me to keep their job. I do however wish to see you compete in the main event for the world title, so please focus upon that and stop sucking up or anything else.

He scratches his head and shrugs.

Senor Vinnie: I guess he is not waiting for the serenade I had planned to sing for him as well as for Senor Christian. But that’s okay though, it gives me more time to discuss to the world why I am such a caring person for the community of Tijuana. You see, we celebrate the memories of the dead children and adults that we wish to celebrate this fine tradition with. Because what Mexican does not love to party, to eat and drink and make funny jokes and scare others?? Exactly, every Mexican does!! And even if you are dead, there’s still lots of things you can do to have fun during the festivities!!

Senor Vinnie suddenly stops as he feels a hand touching his shoulder, causing Senor Vinnie to shrug it off instead of looking over his shoulder who it is.

Senor Vinnie: Stop that Manuel, I know it is you. You always do this trick during these joyful celebrations. So as I was saying, we celebrate and eat and drink and dance and sing all these three days and….

Again the hand touches his shoulder as this causes him to get annoyed ad shrugs it off.

Senor Vinnie: Manuel!!! I said that….. Manuel?

He suddenly sees Manuel in front of him, dressed like a skeleton while flirting with one of the waitresses that walks around with drinks and some food. He suddenly feels the hand once again tapping on his shoulder and that causes him to jump away in fear before turning around and sees a ghost standing in front of him.

Senor Vinnie: Auntie Selena???

The ghost shakes it’s head no

Senor Vinnie: Uncle Jesüs??

The ghost shakes his head once again as Senor Vinnie scratches his head.

Senor Vinnie: Cousin…..

Suddenly we see the hand grab the top of the sheet and pulls it off and reveals a female that is clearly angry at him.

Senor Vinnie: Juanita?? I thought you were…

Juanita: Gone?? Oh yes I was, but you see. I got a call from my son Pepé as he told me what you did to him. And I came over right away, how could you? You know that Pepé is being teased for being fat??

Senor Vinnie: But…,

Juanita: And he has hemorrhoids!!

Senor Vinnie: Yes, but…,

Juanita: You better have him at ringside for your up coming match against Fenris and have him enjoy every moment of it!!

With that Juanita storms off, holding the hand of her son in hers as she pulls him with her. Obviously that is a difficult task as the kid is so heavy, during that he is sticking his tongue out towards his uncle and grinning from ear to ear. After the two have vanished in the still dancing crowd and happy kids the camera turns back towards Senor Vinnie, who is baffled for a few moments.

Senor Vinnie: What just happened???

He turns his attention towards the camera once more and rolls his eyes before he remembers what he was doing.

Senor Vinnie: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted with some family gathering and sharing fond memories, the festivity of Mexico where we celebrate from October the 31st all the way to November 2nd. Celebrating the dead, something that is quite interesting isn’t it?? Celebrating the dead, remembering them while the dead are amongst us. And the dead should never be forgotten, but not in the sentimental fashion that you gringo’s love to do and make us vomit all over ourselves on those shows that you dare to produce. No, being dead is a part of life and you need to celebrate it instead of fearing it.

He sees a group of kids run around and sing songs while others run towards a table to grab something to eat and drink, all of them are smiling and happy.

Senor Vinnie: See them?? These are the kids who I have invited to celebrate this day from an orphanage, why I can hear you ask?? Because you are too simplistic to remember that this is the day to remember the dead, how much more loco can you become while not paying attention huh? You see, these kids have no more parents. Most of them have died or just abandoned them, so they do not deserve the same right as any other little amigo’s out here?? Oh no man, I can’t handle that man…., they deserve the same pleasure every single year for three days and be united with those who have passed away……

Senor Vinnie chuckles as he rubs his chin while considering to say something that he knows he shouldn’t.

Senor Vinnie: That, plus I told the orphanage that I would take those kid’s in for three days if they paid me loads of money to keep those brats happy.

The camera starts to shake as if there’s an earthquake going on, but it is actually because the cameraman is outraged by the comment being made by Senor Vinnie, who looks confused about this reaction from the cameraman.

Senor Vinnie: What?? You think I enjoy having those flea bags around me?? To have to hear their sobbing stories over and over again of how thankful they are for giving them an opportunity to forget that they are orphans?? That they are wishing for a new family?? Yuck, it’s the same thing over and over again, it would be nice though if my next door neighbor would at least offered the same services. But oh no, Senor Hector Sanchez refuses to give these little piranhas the day of life, well if he gets home tomorrow he will see that these leaches know more than just running around and being annoying. Let’s just say that his garden will be looking like a huge dump of doodoo.

He chuckles as he is clearly enjoying himself before looking at his phone and smiles.

Senor Vinnie: See Senor Mark, I keep my promises of not showing any filthy language that would upset the innocent children world wide or their even more sensitive parents. Because unlike perhaps a wrong impression that many so called superstars have given you, I do care. I care very much Senor Mark, because the future belongs to those who are the weakest and most vulnerable in our society. And yes, I am talking about the little children that will be the future leaders, the future superstars of the sports world and music…..

He suddenly stops midsentence as he was getting to the word music industry, but shakes his head with rage in his eyes.

Senor Vinnie: NO!! There’s no chance in hell that there will be another Senor Vinnie, I mean seriously?? How could I have been so sensitive? So understanding and most importantly such a lying man?? I know that Senor Warhol once uttered the words that in the future, everyone will be world famous for fifteen minutes. Que???

He slowly walks towards a bench that is next to a wall and drops down on it, he puts his head inside his hands and starts to utter slowly “mama mia” over and over again until he finds his composure once more.

Senor Vinnie: Fifteen minutes? Am I on borrowed time now?? I mean seriously, I have had three matches, if those matches alone took ten minutes. Then I have still five minutes left to produce a world class match against the el campione of this company. And then hopefully I will still have nough time left to at least successfully defend it against the same guy and retain the championship belt. Perhaps people get privileges when they are champ, maybe I will have my own locker room, my own ice cream bar with my name on it. Because I know that Pete would just turn bright red of jealousy by seeing me eat my very own ice cream bar.

He starts to think about that before shaking his head and realizing that he is losing the important thing that he is talking about.

Senor Vinnie: The children are the future, just like yours truly. Indeed, I may be older than those who just graduate from college, I may not be as athletic as some lucha bums that I have squashed in the last few years. I may not have the education of that what others may have had before becoming a doctor or perhaps a lawyer. Yet still I am the future, because I am Senor Vinnie. Mariachi personified.

He turns towards the camera and has a few moments of silence, slowly whistling some tunes from his entrance song ‘Epic’ performed by Metalachi. After a few more whistling tunes he stops and grins and motions for the camera to come closer.

Senor Vinnie: Celebrating the dead should be a festivity amongst these days over here in Mexico, something that I feel should be all year around. Celebrating the dead, the end to those that has come, sounds fitting don’t you think Fenris?? Now don’t worry I am not assuming that you will be dying any time soon, you are health personified and a man that seemingly could lead everyone into the future decades to come. But that’s the entire point isn’t it Fenris?? It seems as if, it seemed that you were capable of upholding any obstacle that was thrown at you. But how long can you uphold the seemingly ease that you dissected through the competition that has been thrown at you??

Now don’t get me wrong, you have been undefeated, you have beaten former champions left to right, you have beaten those who were hungry for success and you just proved them that you were even hungrier. But where does it end my amigo?? Because you see, everyone’s career is just like a relay race in athletics. Everyone gets a moment to hold that important baton, the one thing that is the most important object in your entire career at that very moment. You can compare it to your championship reign, to have that object that everyone wants and in your mind you deserve to have. But just like the fact that you aren’t the final runner, making you realize that you have hand it over to the next person that’s in your track at the right moment makes your championship reign coming to the final turn where I am waiting.

He chuckles, shaking his head before resting against the bench and observes the children who are starting to sing a traditional songs for the spirits of the dead children to reemerge. Making him remember how he enjoyed singing those songs when he was at their age.

Senor Vinnie: Now its obviously not my turn yet to set the final sprint towards the finish line, I know that there’s still a long distance to go before our confrontation at the greatest spectacle known to mankind. The Super Card Debut of Senor Vinnie and what a better way to debut then by taking center stage on the biggest High Stakes ever. Where you have legendary names defend their honor against those who are hungry, those that try to scratch and crawl and are satisfied by merely an undercard or mid card performance. Those who have fought days, weeks, months or even years to get where they are today. And me? I just beat three people and become number one contender for the most richest price of the world

And yet I wonder, I truly wonder is this truly it?? I mean seriously? If this was a sales presentation for a future client to this company, I would scratch the back of my head wondering if this “rookie” was either this impressive, or the remainder of this roster is this pathetic that you aren’t sure whether you should invest or go to the competition?? I mean seriously? Granted, it makes a great feel good Disney movie if you had some hot shot Hollywood director direct the movie, have Macauley Culkin star in it to give the people another feel good moment in hopes of him ever make it to the big leauges once more.

He slowly gets up from the bench and walks over towards a table with something to drink, he grabs a glass and fills it with punch. Knowing that there isn’t any alcohol around because of the children and sips nicely away from the punch while walking towards the swimming pool that he owns.

Senor Vinnie: You see, if I were a customer and would buy something from this company, then it would not sound like an interesting buy Fenris my amigo. Because those customers who are called investors prefer established names. They like the big marquee, they don’t want no un established rookie take on the big time hit wonder world champion that is the undefeated Fenris. So far so good when you are the champ isn’t it??

WRONG!!

He takes a sip from the punch and then places the glass on the edge of the swimming pool before sitting down next to it. He already dipped his bare feet into the pool and sighs of relief and enjoys the cold water beneath him.

Senor Vinnie: It would have worked that way when it was a rookie of the caliber of let’s say Caleb Storms, Joshua Acquin. Names that should have been in the indies for like ever?? I’m sure that they are nice guys, interesting talents that either have yet to grow some hairs on their nut sacks or have passed their prime. I mean seriously, I did the entire world a favor by beating Joshua Acquin in my debut match. And what happens? He gets a world title shot against you???

He scratches his head and clearly does not understand the logic behind it before shrugging it off and continues.

Senor Vinnie: Now I understand that Senor Christian and this Joshua have been kind off on the wrong foot with each other since Joshua stole some marbles when they were still kids and Senor Christian never got over it. Catchy and funny for a moment, just like Macauley’s movie career when he was home alone all by himself with his burgling buddies of course. Not very interesting to say, but I guess me beating this so called former champion of whatever division that SCW attempts to have wasn’t enough to lose to a rookie. Oh no, the punishment had to continue towards YOU.

Why?? Did you had to feel at first hand what it is like to be beaten by Senor Vinnie?? Were you hoping that something would rub off on you from him and that you would be getting lucky?? Or am I just rambling like a lunatic over and over again just because I love to hear the sound of my voice???

He winks at the camera and laughs

Senor Vinnie: Damn, you got me.

He lifts his feet up and down in the water as he lowers himself and rests on the concrete that surrounds the swimming pool, staring at the darkness that surrounds him while staring at the stars.

Senor Vinnie: I must admit that after heading back to the locker room that faithful night, that I had a tear in my eye and realized that it was unfair….. unfair that I had to deal with a talentless, worthless and downright shameful personification of what you call wrestlers. I mean he had some good moves, he has a face that could attract flies. So I could understand why they would at least attempt to market him. But when was his last success that made him relevant??

He becomes silent as he attempts to listen if there are crickets around that would break the silence but fails in doing so.

Senor Vinnie: Such a shame that a rookie had to attempt to make someone else look better than he already is, but when you are in such a position where someone is looking down you realize that you can always look up as well. So I did, I attempted to brush it off like some kind of dandruff and looked ahead to round number two. And boy what a fancy situation I have got myself into, obviously thanks to the wonderful booking of the booking staff. Where they obviously allowed the two most unlikely wrestlers to be in a spotlight with yours truly. In one corner you had the Irishman with a drinking problem and in the other you had the guy that loves to shred his pants… err his electric guitar and have a girlfriend that loves porn more than a pig loves the mud. And who did I get??? You guessed the outcome already, the one that to this very day is still waiting for zits to hit his chin and his pubic hairs to find it’s way out of obscurity.

But still, as the professional that I am…, I had given the boy called Caleb Storms the benefit of the doubt. Not because I am such a kind hearted individual, or that I wish to give some pointers on music to an upstart that is to this very day still waiting for that upstart to happen. It’s such a shame that through the light of every shaking lightbulb that attempts to give you it’s final rays of life in a wrestling barn, that you aren’t capable to judge the true talent or lack of it from a guy like Caleb. I know that it sounds like a lot of hot air, but then again…., I beat someone and he gets two title shots at the same title in like how many weeks? I guess there’s a pattern emerging here that I have not figured out yet…. That I rejuvenate the careers of those who have faced me, only to never being capable of ever repeating the same performance that they put on the six sided ring. And you know why??? Because there’s not a single wrestler out there that makes anyone, including YOU relevant.

He chuckles over the final sentence that he uttered a few seconds ago, closing his eyes as he feels the wind blowing across his face as well as the heat from the radiators that are blowing across the area that he and his guests are at.

Senor Vinnie: I know, it’s a bold statement from me to make since I have yet to square off against you fellow undefeated companion. So to state that I will make you relevant is something that you need not to observe as a mindless profession of being bold. Because everyone can say that they will beat the other because they are better, have a better working toothbrush or merely because they feel like they will be better on any given night than their opponent. God, I feel like I am not only a Mariachi, a wrestler but also a poet with only Shakespear to match my skills. But only to have him scrub my back when I feel an itch of course.

But I shouldn’t be drifting off from the match that I had with Caleb, a cheap rip off imitation that surely did not flatter me. A kid that does not have any clue of whatever it is that makes me tick, let alone what makes me so freaking dangerous. And I will tell you, the fact that he underestimated me, but seeing how he is mishandling his career I should not have been surprised at all. He is a kid that will never drift away from Roulette rules, because he is someone that likes to have a shotgun pointed at his head and likes to have the trigger pulled for the fun of it. I don’t take risks that I can’t take, I don’t hope for magical things to appear, I take things into my own hands and stab you in the face if needed. Just ask Caleb how that had felt after being stung in the face as if he was hit by a million killer bees. Only realizing that Pete is by far the very best thing that has ever happened to his career. A career that I made as if it never existed at all. And why?? Because I have a bigger goal in life that I cannot have anyone interfere with, so if I have to sacrifice making anyone out there relevant to obtain that goal in life… I will Fenris.

I am sure that you will look at me as someone that is anything except taking myself serious when it comes down to wrestling. The one thing that you take more seriously than anything else instead isn’t it Champ?? A disgrace to anything that you stand for, a disgrace if he would ever get his hands upon the championship belt that you valiantly defend against any comers. Comers that you needed to beat in your sacred trial of becoming the very BEST world champion that SCW has ever seen. Just like I already had to deal with a house wife with a guy like J2H, rambling on and on and on about his great career he ONCE HAD, only to make me feel pity.

Pity?? Yes you heard me correctly, I felt pity. Pity for the keyboard that he uses to type or perhaps his smartphone that buzzes every single time that someone has forgotten the fact that he used to be famous. Its really sad that people just can’t seem to let go of their past existence and allow others to have a break, well don’t worry former champ. Your legacy is safe in my hands when I beat this guy for the belt. Because that’s what it is all about isn’t it?? To hold that championship belt that many like you have held, to be a part of history and hoping to remain there in the present time and the future. To be a champion like Drake Green, J2H, Goth, Kris, Calvin Harris, Dmitri… and yes even you. But tell me, what is it to have a quest to be like them or even worse, to be better than them? Is it the fact that you want to embark your own creation that is Fenris upon the SCW world title history? Well congrats champ, you achieved it.You leaked your essence upon that belt as if a dog that lifts it’s leg up to peas up against a tree. You are only a champion like any other champ before you, only to wait for the next champion to arrive and take away that what you worked for. Congratulations, I just explained your entire existence in like twenty seconds?? Is that what is worth the effort you put into it??

Suddenly a kid runs into the shot and bends over towards Senor Vinnie and looks at him with quite some interest.

Kid: Senor Vinnie??

Senor Vinnie: Yes Luis??

Luis: Are you okay?? I see you talking for a long time to someone that holds a big box and does not say anything back.

Senor Vinnie grins as he taps the kid on his shoulder as he was leaning forward towards him.

Senor Vinnie: You are a good kid Luis, but to answer your question? Yes I am quite well actually, I am being filmed by this man over there to discuss my thoughts upon the world problems, the economy and how we celebrate Dia de los Muertes my friend.

Luis: You sure?? I heard you mention the name Fenris quite a few times Senor Vinnie.

Senor Vinnie nods his head as he slowly rises and tells Luis to sit next to him on the edge of the pool as he puts his arm around his shoulders.

Senor Vinnie: First of all Luis, it’s not nice to ease drop on someone else’s conversations even if I am the only one talking. Secondly, I will talk about anyone that I want to talk about. And seeing that Fenris is going to be my opponent next week for the most coveted price in the world I would be stupid not to mention him or talk about what I think about him or his reign as champion. But you see there’s a difference between me and others who have faced him.

Luis: What’s that Senor Vinnie???

Senor Vinnie: You see Luis, there are two different types of people that say that they will beat the champ. You have the ones that say that they will beat them because the only thing that is on their minds is that they want to be the champ.

Luis: And the other???

Senor Vinnie: And the other Luis?? I will tell you exactly what the other is. You see there are those who I just mentioned, they only want to win because they want that belt. They want that recognition of being the very best and only want that belt as a sign of a trophy. I am the type of guy that is confident in his ability that I can beat anyone out there that proclaims to be the very best. I am the one that believes that I can beat Fenris because I know that I am better. That I have to prove to HIM that if he wants to proclaim his superiority that he has to go through me. But that is going to be things that will be discussed next week when the goosebumps will be all over us. The man has the advantage over me when it comes down to main event title matches on shows, but when it comes down to main event things PERIOD there’s only one man that can do it like nobody else… and that man is yours truly Luis.

Luis smiles as he hops off and runs back to his friends and celebrate some more, Senor Vinnie watches on and chuckles as he sees them wave at him as he waves back while whispering something through his teeth.

Senor Vinnie: (whisper) Just fuck off kid

He then slowly gets up and stares at the swimming pool, watching the lines on the bottom of the pool before turning around and stares into the camera once more.

Senor Vinnie: I know I am not what you expected of me huh Fenris? But then again, how can you prepare for the unknown?? And no, I’m not talking about fairies and goblins and ogres and some more ogres that emerge from the fantasies of those who make children’s movies. No, I am unlike anything that you have ever been in contact with. I have the class, the style, the sophistication and more importantly my friend. I know what it is like to win these type of matches when the back is pushed against the wall. Don’t think just because I am relatively wet behind the ears when it comes down to the Sin City Wrestling’s wrestling library that I am incapable of doing impossible things unheard off by mankind. And if the wrestling doesn’t work, there’s always a stinging sensation that will open your eyes and set you free.

He chuckles as he moves towards the celebrating children before stopping halfway the walk and turns around.

Senor Vinnie: I know you must be either laughing, fuming from the mouth or just damn right clueless from start to end. But don’t think I have forgotten anything, but you see my friend. I want to keep the best for last and the fact that I have not even started with my friend Ty West, well that means that I did not wanted to put him in the same category of everyone I have mentioned beforehand. Because it would not show any sign of respect if I had besmirched the name of Ty West with the likes of those who I have beaten before him. As my journey continues to beat the Sin City Wrestling champion on High Stakes 8, I have to grant Ty West the time and respect that he deserves. The man that I respect, the man that I cherish as my amigo and most importantly the one true hurdle I knew I had to take before coming face to face with a man that believes he is going to remain champion after our match.

Believe all you want…, next week I will tell the world and more importantly the one thing that I believe in… and the one thing that you should believe in too… until then… adios…..

With that he walks off as the shot slowly fades to darkness.

 The artist known as Senor Vinnie, part two.

The streets of Tijuana, Mexico are buzzing. Buzzing over the fact tat well renowned Mariachi artist Senor Vinnie has beaten a legend in the world of wrestling, or at least that’s what they are trying to make off the sorry excuse of Joshua Acquin’s career. But that’s besides the point, because the point of it all is that Senor Vinnie is undefeated and heading into the second round of the Godlrush tournament. A tournament that consists legends of the past that have returned, new faces alongside the Mariachi of Wrestling and… well…. Joshua Acquin.  But once again, I’m driting away from the one point that needs to be made.

Voice: Aiaiaiaiaiaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Strings being played are following the passionate scream that you would be expecting from mariachi singers. It’s followed up by trumpets that following the lead of the guitars before we hear a singer singing the classical Epic from Faith No More.

Singer: Can you feel it, see it, hear it today?
If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway
You will never understand it 'cause it happens too fast
And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass
It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright
It's so groovy, it's outta sight
You can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet
But it makes no difference 'cause it knocks you off your feet

Voice: Cut!!!!

The music stops playing and the singer has stopped singing when we see the man called Senor Vinnie get out of his seat. He has a harmonica in his hands as well as a stick that teachers would use when they would want to point at something on a map or a board for the students to pay attention to. He is shaking his head, clearly not happy by the end result of what he had heard. He turns and stares at a black board that we haven’t seen before and starts to chalk down his name

Senor Vinnie: My name is Senor Vinnie, but you can all forget that as this is the musical lessons 101 for dummies that know Jesús Shit about music and playing a lick.

Singer: You mean Jack shit??

Senor Vinnie stares at the singer with a blind look of played rage, tapping his boot on the ground before shaking his head.

Senor Vinnie: I don’t know any Jack, besides if this Jack would show up then I would urge you to tell him that he needs to pay me twenty five lessons ahead and he already has missed two!! Also, I am a certified bilingual teacher as that is what my diploma states.

He points at a diploma on top of the black board, that is clearly a diploma that is typed out on word and printed out before being ceiled behind plastic to make it look more authentic.

Singer: Si Senor Vinnie, forgive me.

Senor Vinnie: NO!!! As a Mariachi, you always need to be right even if you are wrong essay. Because when you admit that you are wrong, then they have you by the cojones compadre.

Singer: My cojones Senor???

Senor Vinnie: SI!!!! And that is what you need to make you become real foo!! That is what makes you as good as… well…, close to…, perhaps starting of a tenth of what I can do an build from there.

Singer: You think I can actually make it to your standards Senor Vinnie??

Senor Vinnie stares into the eyes of the desperate bum that he has picked off the streets, convinced him that he could be a mariachi singer if he would put his heart and soul behind it. He had to explain him what mariachi really is, which took him like three hours just to explain that he needs to hold his guitar not backwards. Or else the strings of the guitar would rip off ever possible chest hair that he has, because mariachi students has to start off bare chested. Or at least that’s what Senor Vinnie convinced the bum off. He stares at the hopeful eyes and sighs before rolling his eyes in disgust..

Senor Vinnie: Sure, whatever.

Singer: Oh goodie!! Then I will have my own cactus Pete and I will…..,

This enrages Senor Vinnie, grabbing a vase of dead flowers and throws them out of it before tossing water at him that is like three weeks old. Causing the “singer” to cough in disgust and surprise.

Singer: Why did you did do that for?

Senor Vinnie sighs once more.

Senor Vinnie: Why did you do that for Senor Vinnie???

Singer looks confused.

Singer: But you are Senor Vinnie, I am just Maurice from three blocks down the road senor.

Senor Vinnie: I know that I am Senor Vinnie and that you are Maurice!! But I want you to end every sentence with Senor Vinnie!!

Maurice: But….,

Senor Vinnie: But what Maurice???

Maurice: But Senor Vinnie?? You told me to forget that name earlier on as it was not important?? Now I am suddenly very confused Senor. I thought that we would grow closer, bond like compadre’s and you know, do a duet together?? Like Ike and Tina Turner.

Senor Vinnie: If you want me to continue going on a tirade like that hombre did to his woman then you are deadly wrong essay.

Maurice: Like Sheldon and Leonard???

Senor Vinnie sighs while shaking his head.

Senor Vinnie: The only theory of physics that you can come up with is the theory why you are when you will spill gas out of your rectum?? Combining it with how you are going to burp the entire first three verses of The Final Countdown while playing Do you really want to hurt me from Boy George with your armpits.

Maurice: But….,

Senor Vinnie stares at him with anger in his eyes as Maurice remembers what he has forgotten to say and sighs.

Maurice: But Senor Vinnie, I would have to drop the guitar from my hands to do that, then it would turn back to my bare stomach and rip another pair of hairs out of the skin., I cannot handle that Senor!!!

Senor Vinnie sighs as he turns to the board and starts to write down: “I need to pay more attention to my teacher before saying something stupid”. He then turns back to Maurice and points at rickety table that is next to him with a piece of toilet paper that needs to be an A4 paper.

Senor Vinnie: Write that down on the board a few hundred times and then hand it over to me and I will forget the whole subject that you started to impress me with your stupidity. And trust me, after having to hear what you were attempting to play it would not have come as much of a surprise to me. Also I would like to suggest that you need to learn so much more before ever daring to think of having a cactus like Pete. Besides, besides his cousins Joey and Sam, both are taken by the way. And of course I cannot forget his sister Lucy, his pet dog Lucky….

Maurice: Pete has a dog??

Senor Vinnie rolls his eyes before lifting his hands in the air in disbelief.

Senor Vinnie: OF COURSE HE HAS!!! What else could be the reason why he has dog poo stuck to his shoes every morning?

Maurice: Since when does a cactus need shoes and a dog??

Senor Vinnie: He needs the shoes to run around with the dog because the dog needs the exercise, or else he will turn out to be fat.. Secondly the reason why he has the dog is because he has loneliness issues, he has having attachments issues and is afraid to bond to another person. So the next thing I could think off was to get him a Saint Bernard.

Maurice: A Saint Bernard?? Isn’t that a bit big dog for him??

Senor Vinnie: True, but at least he knew that if he was thirsty he could always ask for beer, seeing they always have barrel of beer attached to their necks. Even though I do remember that Pete has issues dealing with beer, I have tried to convince the dog to use beer with zero alcohol, but the dog started to chuckle with such an evil way that it dawned to me that I would not win a fight of where he bites my wrist.

Maurice: Your wrist???

Senor Vinnie: Well it would be very difficult to play the guitar with a stomp instead a hand you know?? And I have a mean guitar solo on One from Metallica, but of course I would do it the way it should be.

Maurice: You are telling me that the guitar solo of One isn’t a good one??

Senor Vinnie rolls his eyes and shakes his head before attempting to explain what he truly meant.

Senor Vinnie: Of course what Senor Kirk Hammett did was, well you know rather nice. But I do not see him trying to push his boundaries and turn this solo from… well you know from a Fiat to become a Ferrari.

Maurice starts to rub his chin and thinks about the words that Senor Vinnie just mentioned and grins as if there’s a lightbulb shining brightly above his head.

Maurice: But Fiat is owned by Ferrari Senor Vinnie

Senor Vinnie wants to tap his boot once more, but realized that Maurice to have mentioned his name and decides to just put his foot down and is clearly having problems coming back with a counter until

Senor Vinnie: Well you do know what I just said right?? I’m always right even when I am wrong!!! And the reason of it is well….. you already heard the reason why. Besides it’s only an example that you shouldn’t get too worked up with it. Examples are often just forgotten. I will give you an example for instance…,

He remains silent for a few moments as he doesn’t know what to say.

Senor Vinnie: What was I about to do again??

Maurice: You were about to give an example about an example Senor Vinnie.

Senor Vinnie: Exactly, you see what I just meant?? Already you have forgotten the fact that examples should be forgotten. Man I’m just like Mahatma Gandhi, my wisdom is endless and I also tend to do things without violence.

Maurice: But you do use violence Senor Vinnie.

Senor Vinnie: It’s the thought that matters Maurice, you are clearly at the bottom of the totem pole. But you need to be enjoying the knowledge that I will guide you to greatness!!! But before we do, you need to tell me more about that Jack Shit guy.

With that the shot fades as we go to a commercial break.

We come back as we see Senor Vinnie play guitar with the Mariachi metal band Metalachi. Playing classical hardrock/metal songs before noticing the camera moving in on them.

Senor Vinnie: Welcome to Senor Vinnie featuring Metalachi. The greatest Mariachi Metal band from the world, combining the elements of two worlds and making people notice what it means to show the world the true meaning of Music. And seeing that the world of Mariachi and Metal will once again enter the same space in this Monday’s Climax Control. Too bad for this gringo I will be facing that I will make him realize that Mariachi is much superior than his “Metal”

Vega De La Rokha: Si Senor Vinnie, you see Metal is great and all. We love it, but we feel that there’s so much more to offer to this genre than what those bands bring. We just put some sauce to the steak that is already burning on the BBQ.

Senor Vinnie: I love BBQ sauce, something that my opponent in this week’s Gold Rush tournament is missing. I mean seriously, him beating that hombre last week was lucky. I mean seriously, I don’t know the nobody but there’s nothing of this gringo possesses that could trouble me. Sure, he is a daredevil, he likes to take a risk. But seeing how he is a wrestler that builds up hope for other perro’s out there that have no life, that they are having hope that they could get their asses off the couch and be lucky every three weeks. Well newsflash Senor Caleb, your Storms that you hold so dearly in your last name is nothing more than a mere breeze, a gasp of salty air that is coming out of the mouth of a senor that has not brushed his teeth in like three months.

The members of Metalachi are laughing at the comment being made by Senor Vinnie, who is brushing his hair neatly before placing his guitar next to him. He stares at his cactus that he has left on a table on the other end of the room and nods his head towards Pete.

Senor Vinnie: Si Pete, you are absolutely right. I forgot to mention that Metal heads aren’t capable to go one speed ahead. They either go fast and get slow in the middle because someone had a hysterical girlfriend on the line before going violently fast in the end. I suppose that this is the moment that the singer and guitarist realize they both were cheated on by the same woman. Of course not knowing that they are the ones that she cheats on as they do not know about each other. But that’s besides the point, when I look at Caleb it’s where he uses all of his energy to gear up for Climax Control that he runs out of gas on PPV’s. Why you ask? Well I have heard the latest news flash from Senorita Vargas telling the world on where he comes up short.

Something that the legendary and quite impressive Senor Vinnie does not have any problems by doing. Because I am one speed ahead, I am the endurance man like the extended version of every time that Hangar 19 comes on the radio and bounces everyone’s head up and down like they are possessed by the Exorcist. Come to think of it, the only I have not seen from that clip is the vomiting that made the intro of Scary Movie two like a house hold movie that to this very day cannot and will not be forgotten.

He looks back at Pete before rolling his eyes.

Senor Vinnie: Pete also wanted to say that he is a big fan of Poison, you know that band of Brett Michaels who got the leftovers from Tommy Lee as he had sold his boat and all the belongings of that could have been identified as the Sammy Hagar that got dumped by his old band Van Halen. Because we all know that the original can never be beaten right???

All the members of Metalachi are nodding their heads

Senor Vinnie: You see Caleb, you are just like Tim Owens, that replaced the legendary Rob Halford on Judas Priest. Why? Because the fools were so un original to grab some idiot from a cover band in the hope that he could come close to the original. You are good Caleb, you are real good. But being merely a soft cut rip off of the man that is the Rob Halford of the Mariachi world makes you understand that you are way out of my league gringo.

I have beaten an former champion in my debut match, I have beaten a man that apparently has a love hate relationship with our boss Senor Underwood. And I have beaten the man that is a fool to think that he can beat the champion in a MMA match. You know, Mixed Musical Artist.

He takes a sip from a glass of water that is next to him on the table.

Senor Vinnie: And I do not understand the big fuss about a Musical match, you need to wear a mask like the Phantom of the Opera, you need to remember your lines and more importantly you have to wear a pink tutu for the anti climax scene before asking an over weighed, blind idiot whether he is et tu Brutus. I mean seriously?? Then I would prefer to listen to the groaning and moaning of a grunt band from Portland Oregon that never saw the light of day.

Now I know that you are asking yourself what this has to do with you? Besides the boring music absolutely nothing. But at least be thankful that your career is compared to a band that grunts evil things, but prefer to sing about a little lost sheep that is trying to find his mother, only to realize that he is on the set of the remake of Home Alone and the others are far far away in Tirol. But that’s besides the point my amigo.

Silence

Senor Vinnie: Si Pete I will get to it, just give me time amigo. You see Caleb, it made no sense what I just said. Because I just wanted to let the world see how pathetic you are. I mean seriously, I always see how people trash their opponent because their left toe is smaller than the right. How their nose hairs are falling outside their nostrils and how they are just silly when they laugh. But not Senor Vinnie, no way. I am the one that is the one that seeks deeper into the essence of WHY you are a failure. Yes Failure Caleb, why lower your intensity just merely going for a Roulette title? Are you the one that loves to sit at a roulette table and gamble it all? Or is it the mere fact that you just are aware that risk takers are not the ones that should be the people that represents a company that dares to wage lots of money on the one that takes them to the next level.

When I look at you I just see a pile of shit, I just see potential that is still waiting for you to wake up and realize that what you needed was sitting at some bus stop in Des Moines, Iowa. So why don’t you just stick your stinking head inside a mask and just tell the world where you will wait before you start to bleed.

He grins as he looks at the Metalachi band who are already just talking to each other and ignores Senor Vinnie, causing him to laugh and slap his leg.

Senor Vinnie: You guys are so funny, pretending to ignore me. But that’s something that we do on camera, to give the world the impression that we are not on the same page. But just like they sing that they are hot for teacher, I am hot for moving another round in the Gold Rush tournament. To test my ability against those who proclaim to be a challenge for me. ME!! Can you believe it?? I have already beaten a future hall of famer, or when it is up to Senor Underwood soon to be unemployed. I will lock you in a submission hold Senor Caleb, I will squeeze the life out of your body and make you gasp for mercy. Only to realize that you will be begging to deaf man’s ears as I’ve understood that the referee’s have a fetish for a cactus like Pete. So I am bound to go further than your illustrious career has ever brought you.

So before you talk a big game, why don’t you try to sing through a different tune and become The Extreme of the wrestling world. Because it will take more than just words that ill eliminate the greatest thing that has ever graced this ring or any other wring. Where I will look up at the likes of Senor J to the 2 of H as he is merely an example of big talk on social media, merely because he has done something in the past. Boohoo, I have played with marbles when I was in diapers, I have kissed a girl and I liked it. Whatever Senor H, you are just bored because the senorita is wearing the pants in the household I’ve been told.

All I did was handing him a peace offering Senor Caleb, can you believe it that he refused?? How disrespectful is that!! Well I will be the one that has the final laugh as I will make an example out of you to send out to those who once were, currently are and will come in the future. That the SCW world heavyweight championship has my name written all over it… something that you cannot and will never understand… until Monday little man…., until Sunday.

With that the shot fades as Senor Vinnie is trying desperately to get the attention from Metalachi..