Post by El León Azul on Sept 16, 2017 0:55:14 GMT -5
Alechs Aurelio is sitting on the front porch of his home he shares with Honey. He seemed off; almost disheveled. He wore a shirt that was fitting him oddly. A pair of pants that were scuffed up and had wear holes in them. He was not the usual passioned and fiery Alechs. He was more subdued and even had a cigarette in his hand. He look a long drag of it as the cherry lit up.
Alechs was not a smoker, but he did take a puff now and then growing up with his buddies. The stress of everything was getting to him, and he turned to a pack to try and calm him nerves. Days away from Convergence, there was a lot on young mind.
Alechs: Another show. Another chance. A chance for Rebel Ink to reclaim their glory. We've been here, and said things enough times. We have said our peace, both good and bad. Aurora and Damon are far from bad people, and I respect their skills inside of the ring. They want to stick to themselves, and they don't mind rubbing people the wrong way. Maybe that is what led them to be tag team champions several times now. It is a feat that they have accomplished, so who I am to think otherwise?
He pauses, and lowers his head. The small bit of smoke coming from his cigarette as he watches it dissipate into the air.
Alechs: Our titles are on the line. Regardless of what Damon wants to claim, the referee counted to three and gave us the titles. I cannot help it that he could not do his job. But you earned your rematch. A best two out of three falls. A match that will confirm who the better team is.
He takes a long drag, finishes the cigarette off as he flicks it out into the yard. The cherry burns bright for a few seconds before it dims and goes out.
Alechs: There is nothing new that we can say. We have faced off enough times. And I am glad that Convergence will be the final time. You can claim to have the old NGW titles, and that is fine. I am not here to talk myself until I am dry in the mouth. This whole feud has been long and exhausting, and I am glad it is all coming to a head. One way or another, one team will leave Brooklyn with gold and the other will feel like they came up short. No ifs, ands, or buts. This match is for it all. Be ready, Rebel. We showed you last time that we have what it takes. The question is, can Rebel Ink put it together once more? We shall see I guess.
As Alechs sits, a car pulls up into the driveway. Headlights shine on Alechs as he raises his hand to block the blinding light. Out steps someone heading up the driveway as the car backs out and heads back down the street.
Alechs: Antonio. Thanks for coming man.
Antonio: You sounded shaken. I am here. What's up man?
The camera shakes as the video comes to an end.
A short time later...
Inside of Alechs and Honey's house, Alechs and his brother Antonio are talking. Alechs is heated and Antonio feels like he needs to talk him off of the cliff. Alechs is pulling a duffle bag out of his closet as he grabs a couple pair of his Air Jordans. The bedroom of Honey and Alechs was neat and well kept. There was an abundance of throw pillows on the bed that had to be taken off each night and put back on each day. It was obviously of Honey's doing, not his.
Alechs: I can't do this, Tone. I can't. It's not fair to her. She is better off without me. She will be better off without me. I don't deserve her.
Antonio: Don't say that, Alechs. Come on. She loves you. You know that.
Alechs: Yeah, but I'm a piece of shit. I'm not anything. Never will be anything. She could do better. You got the letter, right?
Antonio: I'm not gon-
Alechs: You got the letter, right? You give it to her after I am gone.
Antonio holds up an envelope with a letter inside of it. It was nothing special; a plain white envelope with "HONEY" written in pen on the outside.
Antonio: Where are you going?
Alechs: I don't know. Far away. Her dads were right from the beginning. I am not good enough. She's always been so sweet. And kind. And caring. She does not need a street rat like me around.
Antonio: Alechs. Come on-
Alechs: No, Tone. I've made up my mind... she will be happier. I know it.
Alechs stuff the last of his clothes into his bag. He looks at a picture of him and Honey once more, before leaving it on the nightstand. Honey was at her dads house as Antonio was visiting. Alechs packed essentials, but not enough to set her off. Win or loss, he was going to make a decision that he felt like he needed to make for a long time. Honey was always too good for him. He fought it and fought it. And he always seemed to fuck up. He kissed another girl. He would get to jealous. He even tried to change Honey. Sweet, innocent Honey. He thought he was changing her for the better, but he wasn't in retrospect. He was trying to fit her to his life, and that was not fair. He should have beat to her every need. To her every whim. He should have treated her like a princess, not like she was trapped in his life of despair. He came from the rough East LA... she came from the wholesome city of Omaha. He knew it from day one, and yet, here he was. Convergence would be their final time together. She didn't know it, but he did. He would have to make sure to keep a straight face. To not show any emotion. Not to tip her off. Win or loss, he was gone. It was for the best. Or at least that is what he convinced himself of.
Just then, Alechs jolts awake. He looks over, and Honey is fast asleep. It was all a dream. None of it was real. The promo. The cigarette. The letter. His decision. It was all a dream. Alechs is breathing heavy as he realizes that it was not real. He was still at home with Honey as he reaches out and holds her hand. She turns towards him.
Honey: Chico?
Alechs: It's okay babe. Just me.
He kisses her forehead.
Alechs: Go back to sleep.
Alechs realizes that he still did not feel good enough for Honey but he was trying his best to work through his issues.
The next day, Alechs is sitting on the same, familiar porch.
Alechs: Enough words have been said, Rebel. This match? It will be the deciding factor. Two out of three falls. Convergence will be our finale. Good luck. See you Sunday.
