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Lo Siento
Topic Started: Jul 14 2017, 06:36 AM (229 Views)
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LOCATION: Ciudad de Durango
DATE: July 7th, 2017 [Prior to Subversion 27]
FEATURING: Francesca

Viva la raza…

Durango City, Ciudad, Victoria or whichever name you preferred to call it by…It didn’t matter.

It was a home to one of the most famous exports Latin America has to offer professional wrestling today: The Fleexican.

Despite the status of having a dual citizenship, Francesca didn’t get the opportunity to visit the home country of her bloodline too often. Being caught up in a lifestyle revolving around a big luxurious life in the United States, something Fran’s family paved the way for, The Fleexican often forgot exactly how important connecting with her roots was.

Luxuries weren’t the only reason the Multi-Time Knoxer Award winning talent. This intense ordeal revolving around the bad blood between herself and the most heinous, unforgiving, inhuman competitor who’s ever graced an HKW ring. On television (formerly HBO) now TNT it may have seemed as if Alexa Corra’s tactics didn’t eat away at The Fleexican as they did a Zero McHannon or any big name wrestler that came before him.

It seemed as if Francesca, a unique personality in a vastly different way, managed to avoid succumbing to the Aura of Corra. Off TV The Fleexican was no different from any wrestler that came before her. Despite being one of the best tacticians if not the best in the company...Despite getting one over against Alexa at Unleash...Despite grabbing the biggest win of her career...Fran was deteriorating mentally at a rapid pace.

Each and every day The Fleexican thought about Alexa Corra. When she showered. When she slept. When she ate. It was an unshakable sense of impending doom which climaxed the moment Fran’s lighter burst into flames on a dining table during an evening dinner the previous week.

Francesca was tormented. If you wanted to know why it seemed as if she took every other Subverison off…It was because she simply couldn’t bring herself to show up and risk that retaliation Alexa has been threatening since Destiny. She flexed her position in the company to limit the time she had to spend in an area where Alexa could be roaming anywhere.

No one knew this.

Not Blake.

Not Brandon.
Not Felicity.

Not Mentez.

Not Sophie.

Not a single soul...Except Star Deveraux. For anyone who might not remember, The Fleexican learned the ropes and locker room etiquette from the wrestling legend.

At this stage, Star, a woman Fran saw as her wrestling mother, was the only person The Fleexican trusted not to call her ‘scared’ or ‘weak’ for being mentally strained by Corra. Star knew how dangerous this situation was...Recognizing Alexa Corra as one of the most dangerous people she’s ever witnessed in all of her time around professional wrestling. In order to ease Francesca’s mind Star paid for a ticket to Durango. Deveraux essentially ordered the girl she had taken into her home to go back to her homeland. The former PDW Owner demanded that Fran visit a special someone.

This brings us to the Panteon de San Francisco Javier...Francesca stood above a nameplate which read...

AQUI DESCANSA NUESTRO ANGEL
FABIOLA SOTO DE GARZA
UNA ABUELA
UNA MADRE
UNA HIJA DE DIOS
1948-2013


Francesca stood above the stone with a lone Bank of America check in her hand. She kneeled down to the gravestone. “Lo siento, abeulita. Perdoname por fa-...” Rubbing against her forehead...The process of speaking to her grandmother has always been painful. Despite abuelita passing away four years ago.

Yo puedo recordar que siempre…Siempre has queriri para que consigame una educacion. Aprendar la lengua de los gringos. Comprar un hogar. Un cochecito para conducir. Todo esto.” Letting out a small laugh The Fleexican felt her eyes begin to swell up. Remembering all of the times Fabiola stated to family and friends that Francesca was going to grow into something productive. Something great such as a Doctor or Lawyer. “Pero...I ain’t get that degree you always wanted, Nana. Out of all them things I listed I ain’t get the one you wanted most. Sorry I was too fuc-...Ahh you woulda slapped the taste out my mouth for cussin’...Prolly would’ve made me a nun if you seen me on TV....Pero....Sorry I was too stupid to go to college te lo juro. Sorry I made yawl who believed in me look like liars,” The Fleexican said letting out another sigh.

Fran finally placed the folded Bank of America check underneath a rock directly in front of her grandmother’s gravestone. “Hahah ain’t a chance you would’ve wanted me to do it this way but there it is, Nana. Growin’ up I said I’d buy a house for you. Not me. N’ that’s enough to get you outta that small apartment you sacrificed for us in…” A stream of tears rolled down Fran’s cheek finally as her face scrunched up a bit. The Fleexican was known for bottling emotions in.....The last times Fran had been brought to tears in dramatic fashion had been when she reconciled with Felicity Banks after betraying her, and being self conscious about Tony Carmine possibly wanting a smarter (more beautiful) woman than her.

In many ways Francesca fulfilled her promise to her beloved grandmother to make enough money to support the family. But in others she took shortcuts throughout her life, and disgraced that promise as well…

I ain’t been a good nieta to ya, no? I fucked up on my promises but despite that I’ve always been carryin’ our culture n’ beliefs with pride. Everything I ever did was dedicated to you and the bloodline, Nana. Fleexican? You. JESAS? Jesus? Dios? You,” Fleexican added. “But I still know I ain’t got no right to ask you what I’m finna ask…

Staring at an empty patch of space (perhaps too empty) next to Fabiola’s gravestone. “I ain’t take your advice n’ got that degree so wrestlin’ is all I have. N’ after hurtin’ my body for so long I think it’s time for me to get my due at the top. I was willin’ to do anything to get there since they weren’t givin’ me what I feel I deserve.” Alexa Corra’s demonic expression flashed across the mind of Fran again prompting another stream of tears to roll down her cheek.


I’m thinkin’ this time I bit off more than I can chew. I need you here more than ever, Nana. To be my guidin’ light again. This ain’t a joke..... Once more The Fleexican stared at an empty patch of space to the right of Fabiola’s resting place. Fran pondered the fact that she had arranged to be buried there herself next to the person she was closest to growing up.

I don’t wanna disappoint you again....You don’t wanna see me in the sky no time soon. But at the rate this is goin’ at work...I’m finna be right here next to you soon. Lo...Lo siento.” Fran stood up from her kneeled position to wipe away at her face.

Not being able to stand the sight of her grandmother’s gravesite any longer...Fran sped off towards the cemetery exit. One way or another Alexa was going to get to The Fleexican. And at this point? All Fran could do is swing and pray she didn’t end up dining with Fabiola once again decades before she planned to.
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