Clothed in his ratty red robe, black jeans, and cheap sunglasses Gordito sits atop The Sludge Pit rooftop at dawn. The sky is red with patches of the night sky still fighting back against daylight. This has always been Gordito's favorite time to relax on the top of his bar. Perched in his beat up lawn chair and with a mug of coffee on the ground by his side he takes in the view of the grimy city with his trademark smile upon his face. He allows himself to process a great number of past events which have for better or worse dictated the direction his career and his life have taken in the last year. As he closes his eyes, he can see these moments as if they were taking place around him.
Being a no name inserted into a dark match battle royal at the previous year's Redemption show. His contract match on the following Meltdown, where he came out on top over future champions Holmes and Toyota. His first shot at Baez, earning a measure of respect from the Mayhem veteran which eventually became friendship. The theft of the Mayhem Title at Apocalypse as Baez and Gordito were the last men standing. Defying odds and taking the chance luck provided him to simultaneously pick up his first Pay Per View Main Event and his first shot at the WZCW Championship, which also marked the first meeting between Ty Burna and The Dirty One. Finding fortune favorable to him yet again as he and Barbosa earned spots in a Triple Threat challenge to Burna's title.
He opens his eyes and reaches for his mug. After enjoying the coffee a bit he places it down again. Closing his eyes he takes in a deep breath. The smile fades a bit from his face.
Baez's betrayal, and afterwards his denouncement of his friendship with Gordito. Gordito letting himself become consumed by these personal issues, affecting his relationship with things around him. His chances at revenge on Baez fleeting as his former friend remains just out of grasp, striking whenever Gordito focuses elsewhere. Acting on a whim and getting Baez inserted into the King for a Day match, hoping to get his hands on Baez on the big stage. Coming up short at Kingdom Come, and most importantly never getting his big moment with Baez.
Gordito opens his eyes again. He reaches for his coffee and stands up with it in his hand. He begins to speak, softly at first but quickly increasing in volume.
Gordito: I've spent weeks preparing for this. I've gathered weapons. I've trained myself to be tougher, more resilient than ever before...I've already thanked you for the near weekly chair jumpings for kick-starting that for me. I've fallen asleep at night thinking of all the number of ways I can break you. Hell, I've even gone and found that bowling ball from last year and had it polished and shined for the occasion. I'm ready for this, baby. I've even said my prayers, drank my milk, and taken my vitamins.
He finishes off his coffee and throws the mug down behind him on the roof. As it shatters, he reaches into his red robe and pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. After lighting up and taking a drag he continues.
Gordito: Baez, mark my words...this ends at Redemption. It's time to see how far we've come in a year. Time to see what I have to show for my time here in WZCW. Baez The Killjoy in a Mayhem Rules Match at Redemption, live on Pay Per View.
The Dirty One raises his arms wide.
Gordito: In front of millions we will go to war. An instant Mayhem classic! They'll be talking about this one for a good long time to come, baby. You think I'm heading in there just to go down as the chump who couldn't get it up for the big time?
He lowers his left arm while beating his chest twice with his right hand.
Gordito: I am Gordito, The Dirty One. I've gone toe to toe with champions and legends, I've surprised people time and time again, and I have never NEVER backed away from a good fight. Mayhem Rules against you is homecoming to me, and this time I'm going to show just how good I really am. I'm not quite the same wide eyed weirdo I was when we had our first match. I've been up, I've been down, and I've lived through it all to tell about it. And I'm going to tell you all about it...with chairs, and with bottles, and light tubes, and pans, and anything else I can get my hands on.
He turns to walk towards the door to head downstairs. The sun is now risen, and the red and orange sky has burned away into morning blue. He continues talking as he moves forward.
Gordito: This isn't even about revenge. I don't need revenge. This is about proving you wrong, about showing you that it wasn't that the world has always been against you. It's not that people like me get better treatment. It's that people like me will survive, and will make their way forward, while people like you languish behind and lament what they don't achieve because their little short cuts and schemes always go tits up in the end. Mayhem Rules means no rules, which means there are not short cuts for you this time. No more dodging, no more hiding, no more surprises, only the clash of two Mayhem icons in what might be the most destructive and chaotic match WZCW has ever seen. Better bring your A game, baby, because I am. The Dirty One knows no other way.
He reaches the door and opens it. As he walks through, he looks over his shoulder one last time at the sun in the morning sky.
Gordito: Have fun and go crazy, Baez. It might be the only chance you've got.
