Post by Omar Mesias on Aug 27, 2024 15:35:18 GMT -5
Setting: Omar’s Apartment
Location: East Los Angeles, California
Date: August 27, 2024
(The scene opens inside the living room of a modest apartment. The auditory backdrop is urban: cars whizzing by; children at play; a baby crying; first responder sirens; music playing. A tall Latino male walks into view from the apartment front door behind the hot camera; he’s carrying a white laundry basket. The young man is naturally-tanned and tightly ripped as he only wears black basketball shorts. There is an open rolling suitcase lying on the worn couch. The resident of the apartment returns and puts a couple folded clothes in the suitcase before turning to face the camera.)
Apt Resident: “Sueña. Cree. Hazlo realidad. This is Spanish for Dream. Believe. Make it happen. It’s my mother’s mission statement when she first immigrated to the United States. It was the driving force behind our small family’s quest for the American Dream.”
(There is a fire in the unidentified Latino male’s eyes. He speaks English fluently with a slight accent.)
Apt. Resident: “Anyone can live the American Dream… but not everyone is willing to do what it takes. As a matter of fact, most natural-born citizens tend to take this country’s opportunities for granted. Unless they are confronted with adversity. Then they will strive to make the most of their given opportunities. This is the immigrant’s story. The adversity found in extreme poverty, lack of healthcare, corrupt and violent governments, these all inform the decision why people come to America. My mother believed that if you worked hard, you would succeed. But more than that, she believed that if you worked hard, your kids might have a better future. She only had me but the hope was nonetheless the same. So here I am…”
(The apartment resident looks directly into the camera with steely eyes.)
Apt. Resident: “My name is Omar Mesias. I am the newest addition to the Florida Wrestling Prestige roster. My friends call me Omar. But my enemies or victims call me…”
(The scene changes to a busy airport terminal as Omar pulls his rolling suitcase behind him. He is now wearing some black slacks, dress shoes, and a white button-down shirt, topped with sunglasses. He looks well put together.)
Omar Mesias: “The Baby-Faced Assassin. Tomorrow night, at FWP Scion, I will bring adversity to one Andrew Raynes. I know you’re still licking your wounds from not winning the Coastal Championship, vato, but it’s not going to get any better for you. I know you’ve been around the proverbial block, homez, and you have the championship resume to back it up. I respect your accomplishments but I saw something last Scion in your Coastal Championship loss that told me now is the time. It’s my time to strike.”
(The scene shifts again to the balcony of a hotel across the street from St. Augustine venue. Omar is drinking a bottle of Secret Juice as he surveys where he will do battle in less than 24 hours.)
Omar Mesias: “You put up a valiant fight, Andrew. But once you got your huevos scrambled you got discarded like common trash and didn’t even factor in the outcome. When the old and lame become a burden in the Serengeti, the herd runs on without them. This is what happened to you, homie. Last Scion, you got left behind in the Coastal Championship match. And now it’s time to put you out of your misery.”
(Omar gives the camera his million-dollar smile.)
Omar Mesias: “Don’t let this good-looking face fool you, vato. There is a reason why I am called the Baby-Faced Assassin. At Scion, Andrew, you find out firsthand why.”
(The newest FWP rising star isn’t quite done.)
Omar Mesias: “I dedicate my first match to my gente. To all of those who have been told that they can’t; that success is not available for them; because they’re immigrants. Despite the challenges and reasons for giving up, we fight on. We know about disappointment and frustration. But we also know the dignity of hard work. Sueña. Cree. Hazlo realidad.”
(Omar makes the “L-A” hand sign towards the camera then transforms it into a pistol hand sign. He “shoots” the camera and it goes black.)
Location: East Los Angeles, California
Date: August 27, 2024
(The scene opens inside the living room of a modest apartment. The auditory backdrop is urban: cars whizzing by; children at play; a baby crying; first responder sirens; music playing. A tall Latino male walks into view from the apartment front door behind the hot camera; he’s carrying a white laundry basket. The young man is naturally-tanned and tightly ripped as he only wears black basketball shorts. There is an open rolling suitcase lying on the worn couch. The resident of the apartment returns and puts a couple folded clothes in the suitcase before turning to face the camera.)
Apt Resident: “Sueña. Cree. Hazlo realidad. This is Spanish for Dream. Believe. Make it happen. It’s my mother’s mission statement when she first immigrated to the United States. It was the driving force behind our small family’s quest for the American Dream.”
(There is a fire in the unidentified Latino male’s eyes. He speaks English fluently with a slight accent.)
Apt. Resident: “Anyone can live the American Dream… but not everyone is willing to do what it takes. As a matter of fact, most natural-born citizens tend to take this country’s opportunities for granted. Unless they are confronted with adversity. Then they will strive to make the most of their given opportunities. This is the immigrant’s story. The adversity found in extreme poverty, lack of healthcare, corrupt and violent governments, these all inform the decision why people come to America. My mother believed that if you worked hard, you would succeed. But more than that, she believed that if you worked hard, your kids might have a better future. She only had me but the hope was nonetheless the same. So here I am…”
(The apartment resident looks directly into the camera with steely eyes.)
Apt. Resident: “My name is Omar Mesias. I am the newest addition to the Florida Wrestling Prestige roster. My friends call me Omar. But my enemies or victims call me…”
(The scene changes to a busy airport terminal as Omar pulls his rolling suitcase behind him. He is now wearing some black slacks, dress shoes, and a white button-down shirt, topped with sunglasses. He looks well put together.)
Omar Mesias: “The Baby-Faced Assassin. Tomorrow night, at FWP Scion, I will bring adversity to one Andrew Raynes. I know you’re still licking your wounds from not winning the Coastal Championship, vato, but it’s not going to get any better for you. I know you’ve been around the proverbial block, homez, and you have the championship resume to back it up. I respect your accomplishments but I saw something last Scion in your Coastal Championship loss that told me now is the time. It’s my time to strike.”
(The scene shifts again to the balcony of a hotel across the street from St. Augustine venue. Omar is drinking a bottle of Secret Juice as he surveys where he will do battle in less than 24 hours.)
Omar Mesias: “You put up a valiant fight, Andrew. But once you got your huevos scrambled you got discarded like common trash and didn’t even factor in the outcome. When the old and lame become a burden in the Serengeti, the herd runs on without them. This is what happened to you, homie. Last Scion, you got left behind in the Coastal Championship match. And now it’s time to put you out of your misery.”
(Omar gives the camera his million-dollar smile.)
Omar Mesias: “Don’t let this good-looking face fool you, vato. There is a reason why I am called the Baby-Faced Assassin. At Scion, Andrew, you find out firsthand why.”
(The newest FWP rising star isn’t quite done.)
Omar Mesias: “I dedicate my first match to my gente. To all of those who have been told that they can’t; that success is not available for them; because they’re immigrants. Despite the challenges and reasons for giving up, we fight on. We know about disappointment and frustration. But we also know the dignity of hard work. Sueña. Cree. Hazlo realidad.”
(Omar makes the “L-A” hand sign towards the camera then transforms it into a pistol hand sign. He “shoots” the camera and it goes black.)
