I look forward to Devil's Night next Saturday, October 29th with enthusiasm, with excitement... and with emotions mixed (and blended) like a fruit smoothie. This will be the first show that El Generico comes out as a heel. He certainly deserves to be booed for choosing to stand with Kevin Steen and for kicking his room mate, his best friend, Beef Wellington, in the face with an OLE! kick.
And yet, at the same time, ye olde school fans like me, we helped to create El Generico. We turned him from a one night joke into a fixture. We cheered him so hard that we essentially forced him into the main event. Perhaps El Generico arrived in the main event of the IWS too soon. But we had the pleasure of watching him grow into the role, of getting better and better. We had the pleasure of watching him go to other feds and proving how good he was there.
And because we discovered him (first), because we "Created" him, when others discovered him, we felt pride - self-pride - and as the Bible says pride goeth before the fall. And we woke up one day to realize that El Generico was so busy going to Jersey and Philly and especially Kalifornia that he was no longer staying in Montreal to wrestle. That we muttered darkly, selfishly, was the first betrayal.
When El Generico OLE! kicked Beef Wellington in the face, we watched our creation turn solidly not just against Beef Wellington, but against us - the IWS fans. This was the real betrayal.
So, I have mixed feelings going into October 29th. On one had there is the affection that I have for El Generico, a wrestler who is connected with the IWS fans in a way that no other wrestler is. (As I wrote about Click Here (The W)) On the other hand, there is that moment in Frankenstein, when Viktor finds one of the victims of the Monster and Viktor has a Choice. It's the Old Yeller choice. Do you allow your affection for your old friend to blind you from the fact that he has gone bad? Or do you honour all that was good by sending your old friend to a better place?
Like say... Germany?
This is probably as good a time as any to mention that El Generico has been invited back to Germany to perform for wXw in Essen, Germany. On November 12th, he will wrestle against Emil Sitochi in a rematch of a match held in IWA-MS which El Generico won if memory serves. El Generico's match for November 13th hasn't been announced yet.
On October 29th at Devil's Night in Montreal, I will put a stake through the heart of my affection for El Generico and I will boo the last Spic traitor like the back-stabbing little duplicitous wet-back that he is. But until October 29th, if you will permit me, I would like to take one small instant to remember El Generico in better times...
Also, I should just mention, as will become obvious...
Verily, I did readest too much Mighty Thor as a kid.
When We Were Marks How El Generico Earned His Cape
HEARKEN! Gather round and pay heed to Mighty Volstagg of the Warriors Three! Fill my flagon with golden mead and I shall tell you such a tale as wouldst make e'en the Grim Hogun merry.
I warn you this is no tale of the Warriors Three. Nor a tale of the Gods and Heroes of Asgard. For if the Mighty Thor has taught us nought, It is that you weak short-lived mortals from Midgard Are capable of amazing feats of bravery and strength. After all, who is more brave - he who feels no fear? Or the scared mortal who confronts his fears?
KNOW! That there was in that time, A masked wrestler dubbed El Generico. On the eve of his first match, He was handed his mask and told, "Tonight, you face NT of the T, And Lo! He is sorely vexed. No doubt he will beat and abuse you, and take advantage of your youth. If you live, we have plans for you, So wear this mask that the crowd Will accept you better later on... If you live."
NOTE WELL! He were s’pposed to wrestle But the one time And then disappear. Only in that first match Didst the brave El Generico cry: OLE! And the crowd didst respond: OLE! And the NT of T was sorely vexed And didst so abuse El Generico That the crowd didst call e'en louder: OLE! The vicious NT of T became so vexed Upon hearing the crowd cry: OLE! That he didst Pillmanize El Generico's neck And then in a rare fury he left the ring While El Generico didst twitch and drool The NT of T didst yell at the official Instructing him to count to ten And doing so, the official didst give The victory to El Generico. The brave masked wrestler was Carried to the back. Where he was grabbed and told, "You doth realize that you are now Stuck with the mask?"
FORSOOTH! El Generico was indeed stuck with the mask But also stuck on the road to victory. He didst aid the Los Latinos to emerge triumphant Against NT of T and his heavy friend Maxx Fury Winning a rare victory by DQ.
El Generico didst also beat PCP Crazy F'N Manny In a retirement match that didst end Manny's career. And he didst vanquish both Latino brothers In a Lucha Libre three-way that was considered a triumph for all three men.
And as his victories mounted, El Generico didst Find himself propelled to the main event And found himself allied with a proud Nubian Called by all - Onyx of the Dru. Now this Onyx had for many months pursued That Golden Belt with which grapplers Were named Champions and the best. But another masked wrestler held that belt And kept it just out of the reach of this Onyx. This Masked Phantom, Green in colour And Envious by nature didst refuse to face Onyx. But choosing as his partner the strong man Steve of the Royds, the Phantom Green didst Challenge Onyx saying, "Brother, pick your partner and if thou art Able to vanquish Royds and Me, You will have your title shot. Pick any man, so long as he is El Generico."
And El Generico was sore afraid.
But he could not refuse a hero such as Onyx, So he prepared for the bout As best he could and prepared to face The Phantom Green and Steve of the Royds. During this fight, El Generico was much abused. And Onyx was sorely vexed. For the Phantom Green didst provoke Onyx But also, note well, avoid him. It so happened that the referee of the match Was PCP Crazy F'N Manny And this strange and dangerous man didst so conspire That Steve of the Royds was pinned by El Generico And Manny jumped on El Generico's back to keep Steve of the Royds pinned to the mat And didst count to three while so pinning Steve Giving Onyx his chance to win the title.
Time passed and Steve of the Royds stoked His rage as men keepeth a fire burning (As doest our landlord here Keeping us warm as the wind howls outside. Fill my flagon with beer For surely this telling of tales is thirsty work.)
The next meet of grappling to be held Were called Know Your Enemies And surely El Generico and Steve of the Royds Didst know each other as enemies. Now El Generico found himself grappling With a Suicidal Youth with the initials K squared One half of the tag team champions was he. His partner being busy grappling with Latino Mysterio upon whose bony teenage ass His hand he didst break A Trans Meta Carpal Fracture. Or so said the physics who on the broken hand attended.
El Generico found himself battling not one man but three As the Special K times two didst Call on his partner and their lurking Ogre Who from Florida didst hail. But El Generico didst emerge triumphant When Steve of the Royds came to his aid. This was passing strange, That an enemy would so rescue him. But Steve of the Royds was quick to explain Later that night, El Generico would grapple A second time against the strongest man For miles around - that is to say Steve of the Royds.
And El Generico was sore afraid.
Also tired, for he had grappled with great energy Against that Double K of the Five on High Still El Generico didst gird himself for the battle And fatigued was nonetheless quick as Steve of the Royds was strong. Thus Steve found to his peril The saying true: Thou wouldst skin a fleet woodland creature? First, thou must catch it. So desperately, El Generico didst avoid Steve of the Royds great swings Whilst still stinging the great brute Like a bee stinging a great bear And thus to the great joy of the crowd Didst El Generico topple the giant And claim victory.
Now it didst so happen that Steve of the Royds Came to the ring with a golden cape And having lost to this smaller, quicker man The heart of the giant was filled with shame. Taking this golden cape from his shoulders, Steve of the Royds hung it upon El Generico saying, "You are more deserving of this cape than I shall ever be. Wear it and remember that you won it by beating a giant. I am putting away my boots and hanging up my weight belt Until such a time that I am needed again." And El Generico didst wear this golden cape And with great joy didst cry: OLE! And the joyful crowd didst cry in reply: OLE!
And this is how El Generico Earned His Cape.
Now if you forgive Noble Volstagg, The fire of our generous landlord Doth cause my eyes to droop And sleep doth beckon me to her arms.
(edited by Llakor on 20.10.05 2316) "Don't Blame CANADA, Blame Yourselves!"
Oh yes! Sweet sweet Gangrel! They better have the entrance though. Just hope that they remember to change the setting on the lift after a Rey Mysterio match. Imagine a ring of fire and them BAM! Gangrel fired into the air :)