Post by EPFTW! on Mar 9, 2020 14:46:30 GMT -6
The walk from ringside to the locker room had been as long as any that El Pablo could remember. His Number One Contender's bout with Dominic Sanders had been a main event worthy of the name - and EP knew that, in time, he'd feel no shame in having lost to an opponent of such caliber - but, as he sat on the cold concrete floor with his back resting against the lockers, all the Technicolour Tecnico could think was that this had been another crumbled ledge on his long climb back up the EWC mountain.
To make matters even more…interesting...the night had also seen the unveiling of PRIME's newest recruits: Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane. AKA the Southern Express. AKA the men who had talked his father into a night of indulgence and excess that, ultimately, led to the conception of his bastard half-brother Xavier Reid and, more ultimately, the fracturing of La Familia Volando.
You can't run from me forever.
How prophetic those hallucinatory words had proven to be. EP had made no secret of his ambition to put his past behind him but, already, it seemed that no matter what turn he tried to take, there was another skeleton waiting to wrap its bony arms around his neck.
EP sighed. Maybe the psychological manifestation of his dad was right. Maybe it was pointless trying to escape everything that had happened - that was still, despite all his best efforts, continuing to happen.
Maybe she was right.
EP unzipped the top of the brightly-coloured duffel bag that sat on the floor beside him. Sitting at the top was his cellphone; EP pulled it out and unlocked the screen before opening up his contacts list. With a little hesitation, he scrolled down to find a particular name...
Cristal.
To make matters even more…interesting...the night had also seen the unveiling of PRIME's newest recruits: Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane. AKA the Southern Express. AKA the men who had talked his father into a night of indulgence and excess that, ultimately, led to the conception of his bastard half-brother Xavier Reid and, more ultimately, the fracturing of La Familia Volando.
You can't run from me forever.
How prophetic those hallucinatory words had proven to be. EP had made no secret of his ambition to put his past behind him but, already, it seemed that no matter what turn he tried to take, there was another skeleton waiting to wrap its bony arms around his neck.
EP sighed. Maybe the psychological manifestation of his dad was right. Maybe it was pointless trying to escape everything that had happened - that was still, despite all his best efforts, continuing to happen.
Maybe she was right.
EP unzipped the top of the brightly-coloured duffel bag that sat on the floor beside him. Sitting at the top was his cellphone; EP pulled it out and unlocked the screen before opening up his contacts list. With a little hesitation, he scrolled down to find a particular name...
Cristal.
