“Threats of child abduction, Xoesh? A bold play…what’s your plan for entering the arena past the wall of Louisville’s finest who would have all the evidence they need to put you away for 15-20 years?”
(The camera opens to Leyenda de Ocho standing before an extra-pixelated IGC backdrop. Serious face. Arms crossed. Pointed eyes behind his Zelda mask that give off a pure “I’m not putting up with your shit” aura.)
Ocho: “Is this my cue to shake in my 8-bit boots? Am I supposed to cower in fear that a guy wearing a mask is making threats towards a perfectly nice young man who touched my heart and gave me all the reason in the world to battle on more fiercely than ever?
Take it from another guy who wears masks - don’t make threats. Don’t sully yourself with false bravado. And don’t EVER try to get into the head of a proud man with pure, unwavering fanaticism to an ideal based on true goodness.
You are bluffing, Xoesh, and bluffing badly. You haven’t stalked Kyle in the shadows of his home. You haven’t abducted him. And you’re not going to harm a hair on that boy’s head. You know why?
One, the police…two, you’ll never wrestle anywhere ever again, and your hopes of winning the precious Intergalactic Championship will go up in flames…three?
…You’re no alien.
I didn’t cower to your threats when you last saw me because I was having a moment that your ‘Zithian’ mind may not comprehend - pure uplift. The truth is, after losing my second shot at the Space Invader belt, I was in a very dark place. I was upset, I was searching my mind for where I went wrong…how to continue…WHY I should continue. And then, like poetry - an extra life. A fairy whose symbology may not mean a thing to someone like you, and frankly, that’s too bad…lots of people I’ve met in this journey miss out on the beautiful iconography of old games, the stories they tell, the lessons they bestow. That moment restored my heart tenfold and reminded me just how much the fans have embraced me with open arms - how much joy and success I have experienced in the last year because something I’m doing is resonating with them…and how I need to keep doing it. I need to keep resonating some hidden joy in the hearts of the thousands of kids like Kyle who need a hero, who need to see that with enough determination and effort, a nerdy five-foot-eight kid from a bad neighborhood in Chicago can do ANYTHING he sets his mind to! Every cheer? Every OH-CHO, OH-CHO, OH-CHO? Every kid with a mask and a 1UP t-shirt, every adult with a mask and a 1UP t-shirt? New life. Newfound spiritual energy. New reasons to press on even though I’ve tasted the bitterest defeat a man can experience in an IGC ring, TWO times.
I don’t cower to your threats NOW, because I see through you. There was a time I was ready to embrace you, Xoesh. Where I thought, here’s someone like me. Here’s someone who has taken a passion of their lives and seeks to embody it mind, body and soul in order to express who they are. Someone who could make us smile, who could make us enjoy this fantasy, this bizarre world of wrestling.
Instead? You’re a coward. A fraud. A phony. Someone who would DARE invoke threats against the name of an innocent kid because you think that the moment I had in my lowest of lows was some kind of joke, some kind of excuse for you to poke fun and say ‘Look at that Perdedor’. You are Superman 64 - a broken game with no substance and an overwhelming number of glitches that was tossed into the fray, hands thrown up in shame and defeat, because it’s easier to make a quick buck selling a terrible product than it is to take the time and make something real.
I’m not afraid of you, Xoesh.
And neither is Kyle.”
(Ocho walks quickly to the side, showing no noticeable limp or body-favoring despite the large welts still visible on his back. Fade to black.)