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blowflyfag · 2 months

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: September 1996

FROM THE DESK OF…Stuart M. Saks

I THOUGHT I WAS in hell.

Men were brawling recklessly, chairs were crunching skulls, and garbage cans were pounding backs. One-by-one, more men kept joining the fray. The fans’ screams of delight were drowned out by blaring rap music. I was there, yet I wasn’t. Everyone was involved in some way or another. Battlers. Spectators. Sound men. Security guards. Not me. I was merely an observer. Close enough to sense the raw emotions of the event, but far enough away to feel protected from the sheer horror of it.

“___ you,” one of the battlers screamed at a spectator who made the mistake of using the wrong finger to express his view that the battler was number one.

An image of Lou Thesz came into my head. I eliminated it quickly. He should not be exposed to this!

Then again, this isn’t for everybody. That’s what the promoters of Extreme Championship Wrestling keep warning us.

“ECW! … ECW! … ECW!” The spectators chanted in unison after seeing a sampling of extreme wrestling. These are not fans of wrestlers per se; they’re fans of the concept that nothing is to be held back in an effort to bring them what they want. Ever.

Brutality? Almost always. Breathtaking aerial wrestling? More than you’ll see anywhere north of the Mexican border. Beautiful women? Hey, 95 percent of the audience is comprised of males between the ages of 18 and 35, and after being Dudleyed into submission, it’s good for the eyes to look at Beulah McGillicutty for a few minutes.

My walk through hell occurred in the strangest of places. This was not even the official ECW hell hole–the ECW Arena on the mean streets of South Philly. This was an auxiliary hell, in the quiet upper middle-class Philly suburb of Plymouth Meeting, in an all-purpose auditorium called Lu Lu Temple.

I was not there to cover wrestling matches on this evening. Bill Apter and Craig Peters were taking care of that. But Lu Lu (no relation to Ed Norton’s deceased dog) is only a few miles up the road from our Ambler offices, so, with my Friday evening free, I went merely to record my thoughts of the big picture.

Randomly …

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[2 Cold Scorpio and Sabu literally risked their necks in their ECW TV title match. ECW fans have grown almost jaded by such action, and their reactions aren’t proportional to the efforts the wrestlers put forth.]

ECW belongs in the family-oriented Lu Lu Temple like that Charlestown Chiefs of Slap Shot fame belong in Madison Square Garden … I love the fact that some of the wrestlers made themselves available to the fans before the matches began. Craig Peters might not agree. He was sitting on the stage behind the seats with Beulah, taking credit for her being on the cover of June ‘96 edition of PWI, when a fan interrupted their conversation and said, “Hey Beulah, you’re in PWI.” Only this was the July edition, and the article the fan was making reference to was Craig’s “In Focus” column in which he rated some of the more prominent women of wrestling in various categories. This is great, I thought. More brownie points for Craig. Craig, however, knew he was in trouble. Beulah finished ninth on his list of 10! “Sex appeal–zero?!” she shrieked. Craig responded sheepishly: “But look at the reason why. You’re pregnant.”

“Zero?!” she shrieked. “But–” “Zero?!” … As match time approached, I heard a fan yell, “ECW rules!” Talk about your classic oxymoron. I bet you could fit a copy of the ECW rule book on one page of PWI—and still have room for pictures. There are no rules in hell. Referees? They have them, but they don’t even make a pretense of counting to four when traditionally illegal acts take place. The fans booed both referees when they were introduced, but I don't see why. They do exactly what the fans want them to do–nothing … I saw a young fan throw a flattened soda can toward the ring. The promoter also saw it. Acting swiftly and properly, he had the fan tossed … And, yes, there was wrestling at the Lu Lu Temple, too. In fact, I’d venture to say that the match between TV champion 2 Cold Scorpio and Sabu was one of the 20 best matches I have ever seen. Too bad the ECW fans didn’t appreciate it. About a minute into the match, many of the fans started with that ignorant “Boring!” chant. I suppose they just couldn’t wait for the wrestlers to get past that feeling-out phase before really getting down to business.

[Beulah McGillicutty gave Craig Peters an earful when she discovered that out associate publisher had given her a zero in the sex appeal category in a recent “In Focus” column.]

But get down to business they did; more accurately, I should say get up to business. These two men performed aerial feats that rendered the term “high-risk” a gross understatement. In one memorable sequence, Scorpio had Sabu in trouble and mounted the turnbuckles. Sabu lifted himself off the canvas, ran across the ring, sprung off a chair that had been left near the ropes, and maneuvered his body so that he was able to grab Scorpio around the neck with his legs. Sabu then reversed his momentum and “Franken-steinered” Scorpio from the turnbuckles down to a table at ringside. When I was a young wrestling fan, a dropkick was a spectacular move. This was beyond belief! The fans were appreciative; thy should have fallen out of their seats … I guess you can’t give people too much because their natural inclination is to always want more. Ultimately, you’ll have nothing more to give them, and one day you may even find them chanting “Boring!” rather than “ECW!”

#ecw #extreme championship wrestling #magazine scan #magazine transcript #PWI #pro wrestling illustrated #hi Beulah hiiii hi #stu saks doesn't get it ur beautiful to me girl #stus a hater in this and i believe in being unbiased #unless its to vince russo. fuck vince russo

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sikoazayn · 7 months

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tagged by a fave moot @little-jey !!!!

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone?

book character ! but i ain't saying which bc it's a rlly uncommon name, it's a mexican name tho !

2. When was the last time you cried?

uhhh i think it was this sad tiktok LMAO i cry very easily at any movies/tv shows so it makes sense

3. Do you have kids?

NO too young for that but maybe one day, kinda would just wanna be the cool uncle tho

4. What sports do you play/have played?

never rlly joined a school team bc i could never stay after school but im a big fan of football and wrestling, would play football and baseball with my dad when i was younger, was obsessed with pitching

5. Do you use sarcasm?

sure !

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

their voice probably, but if they're just passing by it's probably yheir hair ?

7. What's your eye color?

brown. just brown. none of that "it turns green in the light" shit

8. Scary movies or Happy endings

scary movies all the way i <3 horror, my fave is Creep (2014) i think everyone should watch that movie, i even made a locket similar to the one in it

9. Any talents?

im good at drawing and makeup so there's that !! + i kinda play bass. also the last post said "..........💦👀" and yk what im not deleting that

10. Where were you born?

cali !! west coast all day

11. What are your hobbies?

drawing, bass, going to the gym, playing with my cat, kandi, watching horror things, and like general interests like wwe, iasip, and fall out boy

12. Do you have any pets?

a cat !

13. How tall are you?

5'5. not proud of it

14. Favorite subject in school

between art and japanese, was good at both, same thing with chemistry

15. Dream Job?

some wrestling related shit would be cool, or tbh the more real one would be a pilot. seems cool to fly !

#idk who to taggg so if u see this and wanna do it go ahead and tag me !!#about me #is that the correct tag

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leorawright · 1 year

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Hey can I get a romantic matchup with the re8 ladies? My names Kim I’m a bisexual gal and I go by she/her. I have brown hair and eyes. Light complected Latina, Mexican mostly. I’m 5’6 and both chubby and muscular. I’m an INFJ but also a pretty good sense of humor, loyal, and fashionable.

About me: I enjoy fighting sports, freestyle and folk style wrestling to be specific. I love animals and have a cute but ugly dog. I love fashion and dressing up so I could dress in one aesthetic one day and another the next. I love collecting various type of crystals. I like horror and comedy movies. I also like all sorts of music and have a growing record collection.

What I want in a partner: Someone sweet and open minded. Who likes to talk about anything and everything. Who would try out some of my hobbies and I’ll try theirs. Who would still cheer for me while I’m getting beat up in the circle. Also who would talk during movies. Who likes quality time and cuddles. A bonus if we can even sit in comfortable silence. Also my love language is physical touch and gift giving.

Ooo a Resident Evil one!

For your resident evil lady I've chosen...

Bela Dimitrescu!

Since you love dressing up please try some of the clothes she got you she'll be estatic

She gives you a special fancy box for you to keep your crystals in (mainly so her sisters don't steal them)

She'll definitely watch any sort of movie you want to but if it's a horror (slasher) movie she'll most likely be cheering on the killer

She's always willing to listen about anything and everything you want to talk about

She doesn't get out if the house much so she's excited to try new hobbies especially if they're your hobbies

If you're getting beat in a fight congratulations Bela's not letting you go down and she'll come out and fight with you

After a long day dealing with her sisters Bela definitely is down for cuddles ans laying in silence together

Any gifts you give her are going on a special shelf in her room so she can display all the wonderful things you've given her

#resident evil 8 x reader #re8 x reader #re8 bela x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #matchups

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redloves · 2 years

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Information of Dreamswap!Tala

Full Name: Dreamswap! Tala

Date of Birth : December 21

Nicknames: Star

Age: 17

Species: Skeleton - Human- Demigod (secrets identify)

Gender: Female

Height: 175 cm

Family:

Dreamswap! Nightmare (Father)

Dreamswap! Rosa (Mother)

Dreamswap! Hanan (Younger triplet sister)

Dreamswap! Mayari (Younger triplet sister)

Status: Alive

Alignment: Neutral

Weapon: Shotgun

Personality: Tala is sporty and competitive. She loves to play sports. Tala is strong-willed, confident, and committed to her friends and family. When someone messes with her friends or family, Tala can be aggressive and caring all at once.

Powers: Dream Walking, Dream Manipulation

,Magic, Negative Magic, Positive Magic, Spell Casting,Transformation, Telekinesis, Immortality,Force-Fields,Teleportation,Animal Empathy & Communication, Time Travel

Skills: Strength, Speed, Agility,Escaping,Intelligence,Hand-to-hand combatant,Driving skills,Leadership skills,Swordsmanship,Roller skating,Cooking,

Video gaming, Chessmaster, Playing guitar

Trivia:

• Tala means Star.

•She enjoys playing many different types of sports, including football, soccer, hockey, basketball, and baseball. She is also skilled in various forms of martial arts, such as kickboxing, Mexican wrestling (or lucha libre), and parkour.

• She can recognize someone’s emotional.

• She's the oldest.

• She and her sister's are all ambidextrous.

• She has a pet rattlesnake.

• She sometimes speaks in a French accent.

• She can read in bird languages.

• Tala is shown to be very strong naturally.

• She is extremely athletic, and takes on the full power of athleticism.

• Tala has an interest in Math.

• Tala is good at math.

• She can plays the guitar.

• She's a good makeup artists.

• Tala's favorite food is Ube Cake roll

• Tala's favorite drink is Coffee.

• Tala drinks too much coffee, she will turn psychotic.

•She has taste for horror movies. However, she usually sleeps or gets bored on romantic movies.

• She's a good fashion designer.

• She can be a little aggressive when she or her things where disrespected.

• She’s a heavy drinker.

However, it’s nearly impossible for Tala to actually get drunk.

•She loves getting into fights.

•She is shown to be good with kids.

• She is not very good at drawing.

• She can roller skate.

• Can move at inhuman speeds

• Naturally possesses superhuman agility in which allows her to jump immense distances.

•She is good at cutting and styling hair.

•knows a lot of ghost stories.

• She is a motorcycle pro.

• Has a gun hidden in her hood.

• Her and sister birthday is on December 21, meaning that her zodiac sign is Capricorn.

• Tala is very good at gymnastics.

• Tala knows how to ballroom dance.

• She had both Positive and Negative aura.

• But most of the time she in Positive mode.

• If she Mad, sad ,worried or scared she in a Negative mode.

• She's pansexual.

• She take her job seriously.

• She love helping others people.

• She and her sister had their own Home.

• She had a good relationship with Dream .

Dreamswap! Dream and Nightmare @onebizarrekai

Dreamswap! Rosa and Tala @redloves

#art #comics #nonprofit #positivity #frisk #rosa frisk #nightmare #frans #dreamswap rosa #dreamswap nightmare #dreamswap dream #dreamswap shipchild #Information of Dreamswap!Tala

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quasar1967 · 2 years

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The Curse Of The Aztec Mummy (1957)

The Curse of the Aztec Mummy (Spanish: La Maldición de la Momia Azteca) is a 1957 Mexican horror film directed by Rafael Portillo. It is the second film in the Aztec Mummy series which began with The Aztec Mummy (Spanish title:La Momia Azteca) which was released earlier that year.

The evil Dr. Krupp, once again trying to get possession of the Aztec princess Xochitl’s jewels, hypnotizes her current reincarnation, Flor, to get her to reveal the jewels’ location - Xochitl’s tomb. Confusion reigns as Krupp and his thugs are opposed by Flor’s lover, Dr. Almada, his assistant, and wrestling superhero, El Angel. Krupp finally meets his match, however, when he comes up against Popoca, the warrior mummy who guards Xochitl’s tomb.

#the curse of the aztec mummy #50s horror #mexican horror #aztec mummy

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kekwcomics · 2 years

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EL AESINO INVISIBLE aka NEUTRON TRAPS THE INVISIBLE KILLER aka NEUTRON Vs THE INVISIBLE KILLERS (1965)

Not actually Neutron (!), but another actor pretending to be a wrestler called The Golden Mask. Basically, Wrestlers Vs Invisible Men.

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atomic-chronoscaph · 6 years

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Santo Versus Doctor Death (1973)

#santo versus doctor death gif #el santo gif #lucha libre gif #santo versus doctor death #santo contra el doctor muerte #el santo #santo movies #lucha libre movies #adventure movies #wrestling movies #mexican movies #horror movies #b-movies #seventies #1973 #gif #gif set #chronoscaph gif

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technicalcakemix · 6 years

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NEW VIDEO - I know, I’ve been gone a little while. But I hope this review of Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter (yes, you read that right) makes up for it

Love you guys <3

#jesus christ vampire hunter #Jesus #horror comedy #horror movies #mexican wrestling #youtube #canadian film #canada #bonkers #why did I do this

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thetfchangingroom · 3 years

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Garrett wasn’t much for superstition, and growing up in a white middle class superb, he knew next to nothing about luchadors or the colorful history of Mexican wrestling.

Needless to say, when he stumbled across the máscara of legendary luchador “El Fantasma” buried at the bottom of a box in an old thrift store near campus, he saw nothing more than a fun costume idea for the masquerade frat party he was to attend that night.

“That mask is cursed!” warned the mousy old Mexican lady behind the counter, “El Fantasma never met an opponent he couldn’t defeat—in life and in death. It is said that he who wears his mask will be possessed by the spirit of El Fantasma, and take his place as the strongest luchador in the world!”

What a crock of shit, Garrett thought to himself as he sat on the edge of his bed, gazing down at his new mask. The lady hadn’t even charged him for it, like she just wanted the damn thing off her hands. “Her loss,” Garrett said, running his fingers across the brilliant blue fabric.

In an act of foolish defiance, the pasty college frat boy slipped the máscara over his head. “See?” he said to his reflection in the mirror across the room, “there’s no such thing as curses.”

But Garrett spoke too soon. Because seconds later, his body began to go through drastic changes. His shoulders shot out in either direction as his frame packed on 100 pounds of muscle and fat. His belly swelled into a thick gut, his stubby mushroom cock into a girthy uncut beast, and his skin went from milky white to coffee brown.

“¿Qué me está pasando?” Garrett heard an unfamiliar voice cry out from under the mask. He could say goodbye to English for the foreseeable future… or his frat party… or entire life for that matter.

Because the old lady’s warning had come true: the spirit of El Fantasma had found a new vessel. Garrett could only watch in horror as he transformed mind, body and soul into the greatest luchador to have ever walked the earth.

Thanks to that dumb gringo, he was walking the earth once more. And it was time to reclaim his title…

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#Instagram #tf #male transformation #transformation #muscle inflation #muscle tf #mental change #cock growth #age progression #race change #possession

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ I'M GONNA PROTECT YOU ❜

with Angel Reyes, and reader as Che ‘Taza’ Romero' daughter.

Request: Oooh Could it be where you are a younger sibling to one of the guys or a daughter to either the older three? And you and Angel are somewhat good friends? Well one day you are alone at your house and you hear a noise outside and it freaks you out so you grab your gun and call your brother/dad and they are busy at the moment but they send Angel to check it out and he comes and turns out it's someone trying to break in. Anyway the guy runs away and it ends in some Smut? Then your relative comes!

BY @firebenderwolf

Warnings: brief violence described, I think.

Word count: about 1.8k

Aurora says: I wrote it listening a cover of ‘La Llorona’, by Natalia Doco, so I recommend you to listen this song while you read it. This writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

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The barks coming from the open field, next to the barns, suddenly wakes you up. Your dogs never barks in the middle of the night. You don't give them much importance, lying back on bed again, until they start to howl. Getting up and sticking your head closer to the window, you find some big figures cutting part of the wire fence with a pair of shears. Grabbing your phone, you call your father while leading your feet to his room, to grab the gun under his pillow. A nine millimeters semi automatic, enough to chase them away. Taking off the safety and raising your arms to the high of your eyes, you hang up the call. Probably, Taza will be at Vicki's house getting drunk with Bishop and Tranq, so you type Angel's number by heart. Going downstairs, your eyes looking straight forward, trying to make the least noise possible while you hear the howls and barks getting louder.

“Angel, there's two guys trying to come into my house, and my dad doesn't answer”.

“I'm going, mami. Hide and don' fuckin' move”.

The adrenaline was running through your body, and until you listened to his voice, you didn't notice that you were actually terrified. Gulping, you just hope that they don't hurt your animals. Keeping your phone muttered in a pocket, you hold the gun with both hands. The logic act would be calling the cops, but that is not an option for someone like you, nor your father. Crossing the huge and open living room, you decide to hide yourself into a wardrobe behind a folding screen that your great-grandfather made with his own hands.

Your heart races jumping inside your chest when you are able to hear their voices. Mexicans with a terrible american accent. Sticking your left ear to the door, you try to glimpse if you know them. And it is possible. Biting your bottom lip really nervous, you begin to text your father telling him what's happening, until your body shakes violently when a lot of small glasses fall to the floor after a heavy racket. The thieves are now entering into your house. And actually, they're not going to find anything. Your father is too intelligent to keep his money and valuables belongings inside there. But you're actually terrified because, yes, you know how to fire a gun; but you have never done it to defend yourself. And the only thing you can do right now is to wait. Your father is also coming with the older part of the crew after reading your text messages.

The barks outside don't cease, but your dogs are locked taking care of the animals, and you prefer it. You don't want them to get hurt. And the different noises of more glasses crashing, and different pieces of furniture falling to the floor are turning you anxious. The tears filling up your eyes and your shaky breathing don't help to stay calmed. Resting your back against the wall, with the gun raised to the door, you think that you are ready to fire it as soon as someone opens it.

Gulping a bunch of saliva, when you stop to hear them whispering curses in spanish after some minutes, the heavy steps upstairs call your attention; as the continues buzz of an engine getting closer to the ranch, speeding up in the moment it crosses the main fence. In complete silence, you step out from the wardrobe, with your trembling fingers securing the weapon between them. Checking that there's no one around you, your feet run to the main door to open it. Angel is already there. Without taking off the helmet, the man passes you away with his own gun lifted up in front of his dark eyes. Following him to the stairs, each other take up a side of the wall, waiting for them to go downstairs. The first one appears asking the other to leave, after not finding anything, but before he can warn his sidekick, Angel is already pointing at him, making him a sign to stay silent.

“Mario, where are you?” You hear from the top.

Taking off the gun from the thief's hands, you leave it over the table. But making a false move, the mexican manages to punch Angel, starting to wrestle with him.

“RUN, ANTONIO! MAYA—MAYANS ARE HERE!”

Your mind goes blank by the shock of seeing him fighting, and the weapon sliding itself over the floor, in the meantime the other man runs away jumping through a window and using the bindweeds around the house as stairs. Watching how the other tries to beat the oldest Reyes, you point at them with trembling hands.

“Leave him, pend—”.

Because of the nerves running through your veins, your forefinger presses the trigger shooting the thief by his back. A painful grunt floods the living room. Angel pushes him away, while the mexican writhes between tears and growls. Grabbing the gun from your hands, to not fire anyone else, your friend places an arm over your shoulders to turn you, giving your back to the thief. At the moment he tries to fight again, almost standing up, Angel shoots him again. Twice. Straight to the chest. Clinged to his body, you can't help but break into cries, hiding your face in his neck.

“Look at me… Look at me. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He mumbles, leaving away the weapon, so he can cup your cheek in his hands.

You just nod swallowing, feeling his lips pressed on your forehead, before stretching an arm to the wall to turn on the lights.

“Com'ere, baby”. He says, urging you to slightly jump into him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your tears wet the franel shirt he's wearing inconsolably, leading his steps to the kitchen, away from the dead body staining the floor with the blood gushing out of it. Helping you to sit over the island in the middle of the place, Angel hurries up to bring you a glass of water, not knowing how to calm you down more than with leaving some caresses in your hair. You try to swallow but your throat is hermetically closed, coughing some times, while the salty tears keep flowing onto your lips.

“Did I… Did I ki—killed him?”

“No, no, no”. He says, putting the ringed fingers by both sides of your face, affected deeply by the look of horror in your orbs. “I did it, okay? You hear me? I did it”.

You know him from seven years ago, having a special connection from the beginning. You have been through a lot of shit together, but you never expected something like that happening. Putting the glass away from your trembling fingers, Angel holds you against his body, tightly hugging you, trying to make you feel somewhat better while the crew come to the ranch.

“Please… Stop crying… It's okay”. He mutters with a broken voice, not used to feel you so terrified. “I'm here, baby… I'm gonna protect you”.

“I'm sor—sorry, Angel”.

“Don' be silly. You don' have to be sorry 'bout nothing”. He chuckles softly, leaving a kiss on your right cheek. “Am your superhero, remember?”

The Reyes finally breathes when he hears you laughing with a low, low tone.

“I would never let anyone hurt you”. Sticking his forehead on yours, he closes his eyes for a second, feeling how your fingers get intertwined in his shirt.

You just nod, trying to catch back your breath, almost drinking his. The strokes by his thumbs over your skin helps to maintain a calmed pulse, beating your heart with a low pace; only focused on his touches. Your mind plays a dirt trick on you, making you lean forward some inches until his lips are being pressed by yours. But Angel isn't surprised, and doesn't have any intention to pull himself away, strengthening his fingers on your neck. Your mouths look like two pieces from a puzzle, destined to fit perfectly. Settling himself between your legs to be closer, your hands travel to the back of his head, as your lips start to move softly, tasting every single inch of his. Sliding his tongue inside your mouth to find yours, you can't help but feel a mix of feelings about it. Now you are confused about the fact that you don't know if you're doing it because of the horror lived, or because you really wanted to do it since long ago.

Running out of air, Angel continues kissing your cheek up to your temple with short and gentle gestures, clinging his arms around your body. You have never felt so serene, even if there's a dead body in the middle of your living room and the buzz of some engines are getting louder. He is warm, and seems like he smells better than never, resting your face on his chest with closed eyes. Angel's heart beat is like a hypnotic melody that could make you fall asleep just like that, as if you two were completely alone and you haven't been about to kill a man, for the first time, some minutes ago.

“BAB—HOLY SHIT! BABY! BABY, WHERE ARE YOU?”

As soon as Angel pulls away himself from you, your legs jump down to the floor, running to the place where your father's voice comes from. Your body collides with his surrounding him, breaking in crying again when you feel him finally holding you. Bishop, Tranq and Riz are also there, examining the man lying on the floor with no breath of life in him.

“¿Estás bien? ¿Estás herida, mi amor?” (Are you okay? Are you hurt?) Taza is desperate, looking at you with reddened eyes as you nod in silence. “What happened?”

“There were two men. This… son of a bitch's name is Mario. The other ran away by a window. Antonio, I think he said”. Angel explains under the gaze from his brothers. “Man… they knew where they were getting into”.

“Why?” Bishop asks.

“They knew we are Mayans”. Angel shakes his head slightly, rubbing his forehead with two fingers. “And they were mexicans”.

“I think I know him”. Tranq is squatted close to the dead body, narrowing his eyes as he studies his face. “Vatos or Coyotes, I am not sure, Bishop”.

“Figure it out and put in on the table”. Taza demands with the rage consuming him, hugging you tightly under his arms.

“Let's go”. Bishop moves his head to the main door, making the others know that they must go. “Angel, calls the guys. Take care of the trash”.

“Come here, mi vida”. Your father whispers carrying you into his arms upstairs, not wanting you to continue there. “We're going to take some clothes and leave to the club, okay?”

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