Post by Wylde Hunt on Jul 26, 2017 7:24:05 GMT -6
Backstage Pavillon des sports Modibo Keita
Right after PRIME #13
Off Camera
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Honey returned to the locker room still sweaty and with some throbbing pain in her legs. That figure-Four had been nasty. Actually she hadn´t expected that much from Kyra Johnson. But Ex-Miss Dallas had gotten her fair share tonight two times over. First the Honey Trap and then the Big Ben Moss Slam that had knocked her right out of PRIME. Seeing the guy close up Honey had realized that Moss had been like two inches away from an explosion.
She went to her locker to get her shower gel and towels and … froze.
Okay her locker was still closed thanks to a security lock big enough to secure Fort Knox.
But someone had taped a piece of paper to the locker door, a piece of paper with a drawing. It showed a stylized human head, one half of it colored black and underneath the words
Honey had waited for more than two weeks now if the masked figure from Bulgaria would show up. Now this wasn´t exactly a showing but a pretty good message
Wherever you go, there I am.
Honey´s hotel room in Bamako, Mali
Monday Night
Off Camera
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With two days to go until her new card and her new destination were announced Honey had watched Monday Night Brawl.
The show was one half sports entertainment, one half gang war and one half asylum. Three halves? Okay, never mind. It would surely drive the fans into a feeding frenzy when the new tickets became available. But it was not just that. The aggression and the hatred whether from Vic Price, from Exlode Hunter or from that bitch Hope Diamond were real. There was a real war going on and PRIME was just three steps away from it. One troublemaker and one sick pervert were down but Honey could practically smell more trouble brewing. That was what sold tickets.
There was something else brewing for her personally.
Honey smoothed over the piece of paper she had found on her locker and read the notes she had scribbled on it during the day. There was virtually nothing about that Miss Black-And-White Pinocho had talked about on the internet. No footage of matches, no photographs, no fan information, zip.
Almost zip.
The internet had not forgotten Sinora Negro Y Blanco completely but one needed to be a real lucha libre nut to figure that out. Mexico had its own version of the Japanese Godzilla movies only with masked wrestlers instead of Godzilla. Sometimes the masked wrestlers battled Godzilla. Or vampires. Or Aliens. Gangsters too. The Mexican Lucha B-movies featured famous wrestlers in totally bizarre and over-the-top stories. This stuff was really weird but if you were a wrestler, hopelessly addicted to the insanity and touring Mexico you had at least heard of it.
Honey had gone through every mention of Lucha movies she found online. She had called some friends in MExico too, likely burning whatever money she had earned lately. Her Spanish had surely improved a bit too, thanks to the Google translator.
And finally she had found sort of a gold mine. Sinora Negro Y Blanco had been mentioned as the supporting cast of a Lucha film featuring Santo and Blue Demon as the main protagonists. The flick was from the early eighties. It surely was a cold lead more than three decades old but Honey wasn´t going to sit on her hands and wait until her strange phantom showed up again.
She would unmask whoever it was. And then the phantom would need either a good explanation or a good health insurance.
Right after PRIME #13
Off Camera
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Honey returned to the locker room still sweaty and with some throbbing pain in her legs. That figure-Four had been nasty. Actually she hadn´t expected that much from Kyra Johnson. But Ex-Miss Dallas had gotten her fair share tonight two times over. First the Honey Trap and then the Big Ben Moss Slam that had knocked her right out of PRIME. Seeing the guy close up Honey had realized that Moss had been like two inches away from an explosion.
She went to her locker to get her shower gel and towels and … froze.
Okay her locker was still closed thanks to a security lock big enough to secure Fort Knox.
But someone had taped a piece of paper to the locker door, a piece of paper with a drawing. It showed a stylized human head, one half of it colored black and underneath the words
Lucha Libre Siempre
(Free Wrestling Forever)
(Free Wrestling Forever)
Honey had waited for more than two weeks now if the masked figure from Bulgaria would show up. Now this wasn´t exactly a showing but a pretty good message
Wherever you go, there I am.
Honey´s hotel room in Bamako, Mali
Monday Night
Off Camera
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With two days to go until her new card and her new destination were announced Honey had watched Monday Night Brawl.
The show was one half sports entertainment, one half gang war and one half asylum. Three halves? Okay, never mind. It would surely drive the fans into a feeding frenzy when the new tickets became available. But it was not just that. The aggression and the hatred whether from Vic Price, from Exlode Hunter or from that bitch Hope Diamond were real. There was a real war going on and PRIME was just three steps away from it. One troublemaker and one sick pervert were down but Honey could practically smell more trouble brewing. That was what sold tickets.
There was something else brewing for her personally.
Honey smoothed over the piece of paper she had found on her locker and read the notes she had scribbled on it during the day. There was virtually nothing about that Miss Black-And-White Pinocho had talked about on the internet. No footage of matches, no photographs, no fan information, zip.
Almost zip.
The internet had not forgotten Sinora Negro Y Blanco completely but one needed to be a real lucha libre nut to figure that out. Mexico had its own version of the Japanese Godzilla movies only with masked wrestlers instead of Godzilla. Sometimes the masked wrestlers battled Godzilla. Or vampires. Or Aliens. Gangsters too. The Mexican Lucha B-movies featured famous wrestlers in totally bizarre and over-the-top stories. This stuff was really weird but if you were a wrestler, hopelessly addicted to the insanity and touring Mexico you had at least heard of it.
Honey had gone through every mention of Lucha movies she found online. She had called some friends in MExico too, likely burning whatever money she had earned lately. Her Spanish had surely improved a bit too, thanks to the Google translator.
And finally she had found sort of a gold mine. Sinora Negro Y Blanco had been mentioned as the supporting cast of a Lucha film featuring Santo and Blue Demon as the main protagonists. The flick was from the early eighties. It surely was a cold lead more than three decades old but Honey wasn´t going to sit on her hands and wait until her strange phantom showed up again.
She would unmask whoever it was. And then the phantom would need either a good explanation or a good health insurance.
