Post by El Diablo on May 26, 2011 18:16:08 GMT -5
..::BACKSTORY::..
The sun of a migrant farmer and one of the hardest workers mixed martial arts has ever seen. He was what you might call, the black sheep of the family. His father barely eclipsed five feet, eight inches. None of his uncles were that tall, and his grandfather was even shorter in stature. But Eduardo Sanchez was born special. An average baby, but an above average child. He hit his growth spurts early and often and by the time he was in high school, he was a thick kid standing six foot, three inches tall. He was strong as an ox, and had shoulders as wide as one. He was as thick as a tree trunk, and immoveable as one. He was stubborn, but smart. He worked with his father when he wasn't in school. Moving from farm to farm, working the land. He enjoyed the physical labor, it fed his soul like nothing else could. Everything was great for "El Diablo" until fate intervened and sent him down a path he never saw himself on.
His father was working for a local politician. When the job was done, the politician didn't want to pay his father. They got into an argument and things got heated. The politician mocked Eduardo's father and had his security man begin to beat his father with an asp. Seeing his father being beaten set something off in his brain. Eduardo charged in like a bull and bowled over three security guards while coming to the aid of his father. The politician came up behind Eduardo with an asp of his own and reached around the neck of Eduardo and tried to choke him. Eduardo struggled for a few moments, but with his superior height advantage, was able to spin around and flip the politician to the ground, breaking his arm in the process. The security guards were afraid of him, he could see it in their eyes. He turned away, not wanting further trouble, and picked his father up off the ground. He took his father home, and as he got him situated and his mother aided him, he saw the policia pulling up in front of his house. Peacefully, he walked through the door and the men handcuffed him and took him in. A few days later he was sentenced to three years in a Mexican prison. He was merely nineteen years old at the time.
A full three years later, Eduardo was released from prison. While in prison, he worked out continuously, learned to box and wrestle in the prison gym, and even got into some real fights while he was there. Lucky for Eduardo, he was bigger than everyone else. He stepped out of the gym and his father wasn't there to greet him. Only his mother. That's when he found out that his father had been killed by one of the politician's security guards. It was one of the toughest days of his life to learn of his father's death, but while in prison, he had learned to control his anger and harness it into fighting.
He let a few days go by and went to the local policia. As he figured, they did nothing to the man who murdered his father. He got an idea in his head and went to one of the local lucha libre promoters in the area. He got the man to put on some boxing matches and then coheresed the security guard into competing. At the last minute, he changed his opponent and out came Eduardo. The security guard was shocked and scared, but he didn't want to get out of the ring and appear scared. That would be the end of his job and make the politician look weak. So he stood there, watching this mountain of a man climb in the ring with him. Eduardo had a smile on his face and turned to the corner and kneeled on one knee. He says a quick prayer and gets back up. He turned around, and the smile was gone. He was standing there waiting on the bell to ring. When it did, he unleashed a torrent of rights and lefts on the security guard that the guard had no chance, and again, fate intervened.
As luck would have it, in the crowd was Hector Villareal. Once looked upon as a criminal, he was back home visiting from the United States where he had been working with a mixed martial arts company. The moment he saw Eduardo, he knew he was something special. When he saw him beat his opponent into a pile of nothing in the corner in just a matter of a few punches, he knew he was something REALLY special. He talked to Eduardo after the matches, offered him a ton of pesos and whisked him off to the United States to train to be a real fighter. His instincts kicked in and he learned quickly. A few months later he was fighting opening night fights and eventually started moving up the world rankings as a top fighter. A couple of years went by, he added more weight, and he was seen as one of the top fighters in the world. Unfortunately for him, he developed a stomach ailment and shed almost twenty five pounds before it was cleared up. Dejected and depressed, he went home to train and get ready for a comeback. And that's where our story begins!
..::SETTING::..
In a dusty little town in Mexico, inside a metal building is a gym. Nothing fancy, that would hardly be expected in a town like this. After all, this is one of the poorest towns in Mexico. There are two lights hanging from the ceiling that barely light the gym up. A single window on the West side of the building lets in the sunlight. The camera pans around the building and there is hardly anything to be seen in the gym. No people. No equipment. Just a set of mats in the middle of the gym, and a heavybag hanging in a corner. The door suddenly swings open and a burst of sunlight shines into the camera. A silhouette of a large man stands in the brightness of the sun. He walks forward until finally, his face can be seen. It's the man the locals call "El Diablo".
He walks into the gym and begins to stretch and get his massive frame ready to push his body to the limit again today. As he does EVERY day. First, he starts with one hundred pushups, one hundred situps, and then jumps rope at varied speeds for close to an hour. After rehydrating his body, he begins to jog around the inside of the gym. 100 laps inside the gym is roughly give miles. Then, he hits the heavy bag. This man is an unstoppable machine and he knows it. Nothing and nobody is going to stop him on his quest to someday be champion. As he takes a break and sits on a bench near the wall, the camera walks over to him.
..::"El Diablo"::..
In my time in the United States I learned English, but forgive me if it's not so good. My first match in a long time is coming up in the brand new company, Elite Fight Club. It's supposed to be a combination of an MMA and straight shoot fighting. Either way is fine with me. They tell me I got this dude named Rocky Blade. I haven't seen any tape on him, and I haven't heard a word out of him, so he is more than likely just one of these chumps that are going to climb in the ring and get dealt with. I didn't make up my nickname on my own, and someone didn't just give it to me for theatrics. I EARNED it. I earned it by beating people just like him every single day. I earned it because I am the baddest man in the ring every time the cage opens. I work harder and longer than the next guy, and there isn't a damn thing people are going to be able to do about it.
I heard they named the show "Lethal Intent". Funny to me how they named it that. Becuase I am going to have nothing but lethal intent for my opponent. So listen up, ese'! El Diablo is coming your way, puto. Nothing you can do about it. No way you can get out of it. I am like a big freight train coming down the tracks, and your ass is in the way. Don't take it personal, ese'. This is all business. I was brought here to EFC for a reason. To be the face of the company, holmes, and my first order of business is to put you down and put you out! Don't be scared, ese', that's for putas. Bring everything you got this week and pray to God that you make it out alive.
..::SETTING::..
Eduardo gets up and walks off camera. The camera pans around one last time at the dim lighting and shabby accomodations. Just as the camera is fading to black, you catch Eduardo back on the heavybag working out even more.
HE IS AN ANIMAL!
HE IS A MACHINE!
HE IS... EL DIABLO![/b][/color]
Scene fades to black.[/color]
The sun of a migrant farmer and one of the hardest workers mixed martial arts has ever seen. He was what you might call, the black sheep of the family. His father barely eclipsed five feet, eight inches. None of his uncles were that tall, and his grandfather was even shorter in stature. But Eduardo Sanchez was born special. An average baby, but an above average child. He hit his growth spurts early and often and by the time he was in high school, he was a thick kid standing six foot, three inches tall. He was strong as an ox, and had shoulders as wide as one. He was as thick as a tree trunk, and immoveable as one. He was stubborn, but smart. He worked with his father when he wasn't in school. Moving from farm to farm, working the land. He enjoyed the physical labor, it fed his soul like nothing else could. Everything was great for "El Diablo" until fate intervened and sent him down a path he never saw himself on.
His father was working for a local politician. When the job was done, the politician didn't want to pay his father. They got into an argument and things got heated. The politician mocked Eduardo's father and had his security man begin to beat his father with an asp. Seeing his father being beaten set something off in his brain. Eduardo charged in like a bull and bowled over three security guards while coming to the aid of his father. The politician came up behind Eduardo with an asp of his own and reached around the neck of Eduardo and tried to choke him. Eduardo struggled for a few moments, but with his superior height advantage, was able to spin around and flip the politician to the ground, breaking his arm in the process. The security guards were afraid of him, he could see it in their eyes. He turned away, not wanting further trouble, and picked his father up off the ground. He took his father home, and as he got him situated and his mother aided him, he saw the policia pulling up in front of his house. Peacefully, he walked through the door and the men handcuffed him and took him in. A few days later he was sentenced to three years in a Mexican prison. He was merely nineteen years old at the time.
A full three years later, Eduardo was released from prison. While in prison, he worked out continuously, learned to box and wrestle in the prison gym, and even got into some real fights while he was there. Lucky for Eduardo, he was bigger than everyone else. He stepped out of the gym and his father wasn't there to greet him. Only his mother. That's when he found out that his father had been killed by one of the politician's security guards. It was one of the toughest days of his life to learn of his father's death, but while in prison, he had learned to control his anger and harness it into fighting.
He let a few days go by and went to the local policia. As he figured, they did nothing to the man who murdered his father. He got an idea in his head and went to one of the local lucha libre promoters in the area. He got the man to put on some boxing matches and then coheresed the security guard into competing. At the last minute, he changed his opponent and out came Eduardo. The security guard was shocked and scared, but he didn't want to get out of the ring and appear scared. That would be the end of his job and make the politician look weak. So he stood there, watching this mountain of a man climb in the ring with him. Eduardo had a smile on his face and turned to the corner and kneeled on one knee. He says a quick prayer and gets back up. He turned around, and the smile was gone. He was standing there waiting on the bell to ring. When it did, he unleashed a torrent of rights and lefts on the security guard that the guard had no chance, and again, fate intervened.
As luck would have it, in the crowd was Hector Villareal. Once looked upon as a criminal, he was back home visiting from the United States where he had been working with a mixed martial arts company. The moment he saw Eduardo, he knew he was something special. When he saw him beat his opponent into a pile of nothing in the corner in just a matter of a few punches, he knew he was something REALLY special. He talked to Eduardo after the matches, offered him a ton of pesos and whisked him off to the United States to train to be a real fighter. His instincts kicked in and he learned quickly. A few months later he was fighting opening night fights and eventually started moving up the world rankings as a top fighter. A couple of years went by, he added more weight, and he was seen as one of the top fighters in the world. Unfortunately for him, he developed a stomach ailment and shed almost twenty five pounds before it was cleared up. Dejected and depressed, he went home to train and get ready for a comeback. And that's where our story begins!
..::SETTING::..
In a dusty little town in Mexico, inside a metal building is a gym. Nothing fancy, that would hardly be expected in a town like this. After all, this is one of the poorest towns in Mexico. There are two lights hanging from the ceiling that barely light the gym up. A single window on the West side of the building lets in the sunlight. The camera pans around the building and there is hardly anything to be seen in the gym. No people. No equipment. Just a set of mats in the middle of the gym, and a heavybag hanging in a corner. The door suddenly swings open and a burst of sunlight shines into the camera. A silhouette of a large man stands in the brightness of the sun. He walks forward until finally, his face can be seen. It's the man the locals call "El Diablo".
He walks into the gym and begins to stretch and get his massive frame ready to push his body to the limit again today. As he does EVERY day. First, he starts with one hundred pushups, one hundred situps, and then jumps rope at varied speeds for close to an hour. After rehydrating his body, he begins to jog around the inside of the gym. 100 laps inside the gym is roughly give miles. Then, he hits the heavy bag. This man is an unstoppable machine and he knows it. Nothing and nobody is going to stop him on his quest to someday be champion. As he takes a break and sits on a bench near the wall, the camera walks over to him.
..::"El Diablo"::..
In my time in the United States I learned English, but forgive me if it's not so good. My first match in a long time is coming up in the brand new company, Elite Fight Club. It's supposed to be a combination of an MMA and straight shoot fighting. Either way is fine with me. They tell me I got this dude named Rocky Blade. I haven't seen any tape on him, and I haven't heard a word out of him, so he is more than likely just one of these chumps that are going to climb in the ring and get dealt with. I didn't make up my nickname on my own, and someone didn't just give it to me for theatrics. I EARNED it. I earned it by beating people just like him every single day. I earned it because I am the baddest man in the ring every time the cage opens. I work harder and longer than the next guy, and there isn't a damn thing people are going to be able to do about it.
I heard they named the show "Lethal Intent". Funny to me how they named it that. Becuase I am going to have nothing but lethal intent for my opponent. So listen up, ese'! El Diablo is coming your way, puto. Nothing you can do about it. No way you can get out of it. I am like a big freight train coming down the tracks, and your ass is in the way. Don't take it personal, ese'. This is all business. I was brought here to EFC for a reason. To be the face of the company, holmes, and my first order of business is to put you down and put you out! Don't be scared, ese', that's for putas. Bring everything you got this week and pray to God that you make it out alive.
..::SETTING::..
Eduardo gets up and walks off camera. The camera pans around one last time at the dim lighting and shabby accomodations. Just as the camera is fading to black, you catch Eduardo back on the heavybag working out even more.
HE IS AN ANIMAL!
HE IS A MACHINE!
HE IS... EL DIABLO![/b][/color]
Scene fades to black.[/color]