Post by Wylde Hunt on Jul 13, 2017 12:40:21 GMT -6
Backstage after PRIME #12
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So it was all real. The match had happened and Honey had walked out of it with her first win. Now she had a moment to think of something else, of that strange encounter of the third kind she had when arriving at the Kolodruma, that person with the Lucha mask.
It had been a black and white mask. Honey remembered the good advice she had heard lately.
*Stay crazy Honey Hunt. It´s worth it.*
Spoken by a man who would never grow old, who had talked to her about a luchadora with a black and white mask. The figure in the parking lot had been too small to be Pinocho. It could very well have been a woman.
And since Honey did not believe in ghosts or in such unlikely coincidences a talk was in order with the eternally young man.
Inside a cantina,
Cananea mines, Sonora, Mexico
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They had cleaned up after the mess that had been Honey´s wrestling gig here. The new windows were already dusty from the Sonora sands and the tables and chairs had been nailed and glued together again.
The dude behind the bar stopped polishing glasses – something he hadn´t done with much passion anyway - when he recognized Honey. As far as she could recall he answered to the very Non-Mexican name Sergio. His black curls and accent were more Italian than Hispanic. Whatever had driven an Italian to open up a cantina in the armpit of Mexico.
Sergio:
If you are looking for compensation there is none. I spent all the money on the renovations.
Honey:
Buenos Dias to you as well Sergio. I wasn´t looking for money. I´m looking for Pinocho.
Sergio:
Well he´s not here. Have a good day.
Honey:
Now one of us is having very bad manners and for once it is not me.
Sergio:
What did you expect? A red carpet like in Hollywood? You crazy ass bitch nearly tore this place down.
Honey:
What I did friend was deliver the show I was booked for. It is not my fault when you patrons freaked out over it. I certainly did not ask for that bonus fight Honey against all.
Sergio:
But you were supposed to lose and have your underwear torn off.
Honey:
Says who exactly?
Sergio:
That was the deal Pinocho said. That’s what all the guys came for.
Honey:
Pity someone forgot to tell me about it. Now I´m even more interested to know where Pinocho is.
Sergio:
I have no idea. Do I look like a fucking tourist information?
Honey took a seat and pulled Sergio halfway across the bar by the lapels of his crumbled shirt.
Honey:
Yes. Unless you want to look like my next sandbag. Besides that is no way to talk to customers. Now where can I find that dude?
Sergio:
Look I really have no idea. He waltzed in here a couple of weeks ago and talked me into hosting that wrestling match. Said it would be the greatest attraction since El Santo was a champion whoever that is.
Honey:
He´s a legendary wrestler not that you would care. Now how do you contact Pinocho?
Sergio:
I don´t. He rented my place for this wrestling fiasco. That´s all. It´s not like I´m dating him or that I care to meet him again and have this place leveled once more. This asshole still owes me for the damage. If I knew where to find him I´d tell just so you can tear him another one.
Shit!
Honey let go of Serio´s shirt not that it looked worse now then before.
If that was true she was stuck. And with her flight to Africa already scheduled she didn´t have the time to do that Sherlock Holmes thing and search the better part of Meh-hee-co for a guy with a long-nosed mask and a stage name. PRIME came first but this Pinocho guy was a close second.
Off Camera
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So it was all real. The match had happened and Honey had walked out of it with her first win. Now she had a moment to think of something else, of that strange encounter of the third kind she had when arriving at the Kolodruma, that person with the Lucha mask.
It had been a black and white mask. Honey remembered the good advice she had heard lately.
*Stay crazy Honey Hunt. It´s worth it.*
Spoken by a man who would never grow old, who had talked to her about a luchadora with a black and white mask. The figure in the parking lot had been too small to be Pinocho. It could very well have been a woman.
And since Honey did not believe in ghosts or in such unlikely coincidences a talk was in order with the eternally young man.
Inside a cantina,
Cananea mines, Sonora, Mexico
Off Camera
------------------------------------------------------------------
They had cleaned up after the mess that had been Honey´s wrestling gig here. The new windows were already dusty from the Sonora sands and the tables and chairs had been nailed and glued together again.
The dude behind the bar stopped polishing glasses – something he hadn´t done with much passion anyway - when he recognized Honey. As far as she could recall he answered to the very Non-Mexican name Sergio. His black curls and accent were more Italian than Hispanic. Whatever had driven an Italian to open up a cantina in the armpit of Mexico.
Sergio:
If you are looking for compensation there is none. I spent all the money on the renovations.
Honey:
Buenos Dias to you as well Sergio. I wasn´t looking for money. I´m looking for Pinocho.
Sergio:
Well he´s not here. Have a good day.
Honey:
Now one of us is having very bad manners and for once it is not me.
Sergio:
What did you expect? A red carpet like in Hollywood? You crazy ass bitch nearly tore this place down.
Honey:
What I did friend was deliver the show I was booked for. It is not my fault when you patrons freaked out over it. I certainly did not ask for that bonus fight Honey against all.
Sergio:
But you were supposed to lose and have your underwear torn off.
Honey:
Says who exactly?
Sergio:
That was the deal Pinocho said. That’s what all the guys came for.
Honey:
Pity someone forgot to tell me about it. Now I´m even more interested to know where Pinocho is.
Sergio:
I have no idea. Do I look like a fucking tourist information?
Honey took a seat and pulled Sergio halfway across the bar by the lapels of his crumbled shirt.
Honey:
Yes. Unless you want to look like my next sandbag. Besides that is no way to talk to customers. Now where can I find that dude?
Sergio:
Look I really have no idea. He waltzed in here a couple of weeks ago and talked me into hosting that wrestling match. Said it would be the greatest attraction since El Santo was a champion whoever that is.
Honey:
He´s a legendary wrestler not that you would care. Now how do you contact Pinocho?
Sergio:
I don´t. He rented my place for this wrestling fiasco. That´s all. It´s not like I´m dating him or that I care to meet him again and have this place leveled once more. This asshole still owes me for the damage. If I knew where to find him I´d tell just so you can tear him another one.
Shit!
Honey let go of Serio´s shirt not that it looked worse now then before.
If that was true she was stuck. And with her flight to Africa already scheduled she didn´t have the time to do that Sherlock Holmes thing and search the better part of Meh-hee-co for a guy with a long-nosed mask and a stage name. PRIME came first but this Pinocho guy was a close second.
