Post by ZƎRO on Jun 25, 2016 2:44:20 GMT
Filmed in Pasadena, California on February 19th, 2016: 12:42pm
Lauren reached out, as asked by Miles Larsen. And…eventually, a reply was received. The technical luchador, ZERO, agreed to fly to Pasadena, California to meet with mister Miles Larsen. Miles has now sold his stock in the company he helped build from the ground up, and now is worth a fortune. He was at a point in his life where he could afford to take a risk. Being a life-long wrestling fan, deep down Miles always wanted something to do with the business; and now he was taking his chance. He didn’t necessarily scour the world finding a client, he happened to stumble across one by accident. ZERO, one of the top Luchadors in the world. He may not embody the typical and cliché Lucha “style” of jumping off of the ropes and doing thirty flips – but this man is one of, if not the, best Luchador coming out of Mexico (if not the world). So once Miles was informed of his agreement to meet, he was elated. So, Miles chose this specific café this afternoon. He sat outside on the patio, dressed in a pair of khaki slacks and a white polo shirt. His hair is neatly groomed, and a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes. He had one leg crossed ontop of the other, sipping his latte casually. The camera angle we’ve been given for this video is one directly in front of Miles, so when he sits down his latte and smiles toward someone sitting down, all we’re graced with is a view of this persons shoulder as he sits, back to the camera.
“Mister ZERO, it’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Thank you for leaving Guadalajara to meet me here in Pasadena. What do you think of the city so far?” He said, turning and waving an arm to the city behind him – with a grin plastered on his face. After a moment of silence from his guest, Miles would turn around. His smile fading and his arm falling. “Don’t speak much, do you?” Miles asked, as if he were expecting an answer almost. His silence, though, didn’t last long. “Oh, that’s right. Silent luchador type.”
“So the reason I’ve asked you here, my friend. I’ve taken a new course of direction in life, and entered into a new career path. I’ve recently acquired a little bit of money, I won’t lie. And with that newly acquired sum of cash, I’ve decided to travel into an industry I’ve always wanted to be in. You see, I myself am a huge wrestling fan and have been since I was a young one running around pretending I was the “Nature Boy”. Buddy Rogers not Ric Flair, although arguably the latter was much cooler, but I digress. Sorry, at times my mind begins to wander. But, the reason I brought you here..” He paused as he reached out, taking a drink from his latte.
“The reason I’ve brought you here, you see, is because I was there in Guadalajara when you faced one Angel Asesino. You remember that match, yeah? I was captivated…thrilled..amazed by the level of technical ability that you presented. The match was thoroughly entertaining – start to finish. I easily saw why the match was billed as the two best in Mexico colliding. The arm break thing, though?” He cringed, remembering seeing that live and in person. “I’m not sure what that was about, but I loved the vicious side to you. Kind of like an…” His voice trailed for a moment. “Act to establish dominance!”
He smiled, reaching for his latte again. The other man remained silent and completely still. “And proceeding the match, I hear that you were basically blacklisted from every company down in Mexico, am I correct? That’s quite a shame, really. But, it opens up so many more possibilities for you. See, I have it on good authority that a few companies may be opening doors up rather soon. And since my new career choice happens to be that of a..sort of, manager or agent to a professional wrestler, such as yourself, I have decided to extend an olive branch. To give you a new opportunity, if you will. You may be facing closed and locked doors in Mexico with various companies – but here? It’s a land of opportunity! So, ZERO, I have decided to bring you here and in person ask you. Face to…mask, if you would allow me to be your wrestling agent here in America. I will open doors that you never could have imagined opening on your own, my friend.”
Miles stopped. He placed his cup down on the table, it empty of it’s contents now. “My latest intel, though, had you slated to join a DoJo in Japan, and that’s quite the experience to add to your resume. So, if that’s what you want to do, then by all means, I will not stand in your way of bettering your technique, if you even could. But, I will say that my offer still stands. I will happily be your agent, and I will help you in your American career should you want one.”
Miles smiles again, and waits for just a very brief moment. Afterwords, he uncrossed his legs and stood to his feet, as if he were to leave. But, finally, his guest moved a muscle. Reaching out to the business man, Miles stopped moving. He looked down and saw…an extended hand, for a handshake. With his smile growing wider, he quickly reached out and shook the man’s hand. “Excellent news! This is excellent news! ZERO, soon you will be on top of the world. I can guarantee you that!”
The camera would spin around the guest, to reveal the luchador ZERo. Even in this business meeting, ZERO still wore his wrestling mask. Black and white color toned. You could see no emotion, obviously, so it was hard to tell how he reacted to the speech Miles gave. But, it’s clear that he bought in. Shaking the hand of his new agent.
