Revenge of Yayo Che
In the dawn of the Peruvian Jungle landscape, a Sendero Luminoso member spotted five OH-6 Cayuse helicopters but waived the anti-aircraft to not launch their load – the soldier radioed in that they finally came and to approach the compound. In these five helis, paratroopers were carrying Russian AK74s and were armoured up. In the leading one, a certain lass finishes her cigar, then picks up the radio and begins to drum up a blood frenzy:
"In Cuba, the Cubans celebrate a hero - name’s Che. In the World of drugs, we got our own Che – he of course went by many names like el Rey de Yayo, but we know him as Yayo Che. A heart in a heartless world, a spirit in spirit conditions and a sigh of us oppressed folk. Yet the World couldn’t stand this – so the World robbed us of him! Killed anyone that followed him! And humbled our pride!... But from the mud we rechristened our humbled pride, determined to show them gusanos what the dirt tastes and show them who the real cockroaches are! For if you mess with us, you’re messing with the BEST! And today marks… El Día de Juicio!”
As she released her radio, she heard from the radio static chants of “!Yayo Che!” and “!El Día de Juicio!” She saw from the dashboard that they were closing in to the compound, the place of theculo that ordered the hit – the Cuban Government intel was correct and she owned them a solid. Funny that they supported her endeavors, but she stopped laughing internally when she realized that political maneuvers and combatting La CIA influence was priority when it came to these matters. Considering this mission as her main payment to the Cubans, she snapped her mag into the AK74 and racked it.
Approaching closer, the pilot asked when to start popping the missiles and rain the lead thunder – her only reply being was “on my signal.” The pilot saluted and began to steer the OH-6 Cayuse into combat formation, resulting in the other helis following suit – she radioed in to the pilots to prepare for contact with anti-air craft and to rain hell, then she ordered to hang and kick the assassin’s corpse out. Moments later seeing her command followed, the pilot asked one last question before they got danger-close:
“¿Estás listo, Yayo Che?”
“¡Sí! Let the lead thunder start hammering the World! Let ‘em know El Día de Juicio!”
Soon she and her paratroopers parachuted and began their descent into the Jungle, there was no coming back and now they had to put all their hearts into it. She briefed all of them a million times on what was to be expected, the ins and outs of the compound and aid from el Sendero Luminoso – they were all going to move as one Arm, one Heart and one Spirit, for they had nothing to lose and everything to gain. El Día de Juicio truly began.
My Entry:
Yayo Che, a bikini girl with a machine gun, Gucci sunglasses, and stiletto heels, now raced toward the Earth with a parachute pack ready to pull the cord for a safe landing.
The helicopters started El Dia de Juicio with fire and brim stone against the enemy.
Below the chaos of the jungle as the explosions sent the animals scrabbling for shelter.
Closer, closer, and Yayo Che pulled the cord. She now drifted toward the tree tops. Amazingly her hair still shined in the sunlight.
Yayo Che’s high heels pushed into the soft soil as she released her parachute like a fur coat to the ground, then took off the pack to get a cigar.
Standing firm on the ground with her soldiers gathered around, she lit the cigar.
“Hola amigos. As you all know, the Cubans have been working with the Russians for years to import drugs into America in order to undermine their Democracy. We are fighting the War on Drugs. We now raise our drug flag high as we are not limited by national borders. We are one junkie around the world!”
Her AK74 locked and loaded, her lucky diamond ring on her trigger finger, and they began to march forward in a line through the trees of the jungle.
Yayo Che gave the signal for everyone to stop. A calmness before the storm set in as they watched the vegetation for signs of movement. Then they could hear them, as they pushed through the plants encompassing them, they were like flies in a spider web.
“O God! What are we doing here? Why can’t we get an evac?” One of the men asked.
“We can, only we got to get to town, the compound has been wiped out by a Calvary of helicopters. They must have been using napalm.” Answered another man.
Then the unsuspecting drug trafficker agents broke through the brush into a clearing, and Yayo Che’s ambush zone.
“Parar alli gringos!” Shouted Yayo Che still smoking her cigar, her tan soft skin exposed, with the bling of her diamond ring on the trigger finger of her AK74 distracting all around her.
“What? Are you for real? You’re super sexy . . .” Said one of the 13 or so drug trafficker agents assembled in front of this wall of revenge.
“Rain lead boys!” Yelled Yayo Che, and they opened a can of whoopass that turned the drug trafficker agents into liquid red that splashed on the ground.
Yayo Che raised her hand for them to all stop shooting their weapons. Once again the jungle returned to silence.
“Viva la bandidos!” Exclaimed Yayo Che. “We can now continue to make millions of dollars exploiting the poor, destroying democracy, and assisting a cruel dictatorship to maintain control over the general population!”
Bonus Material
Kali Uchis is playing in Portland, Oregon, tonight. Meant to get backstage passes and the VIP meet and greet. Only we stopped doing our international hit podcast a while ago and I’ve got work to do around the house. Not to mention the money I’m saving that would have been spent on this trip.
That said, it would have been a wonderful night filled with amazing memories. Maybe she’ll perform someday at a venue closer to me. I’m sure Tyler the Creator would be there too, LOL.
Thank you,
Cyrus Emerson
Red Roses the audiobook for your consideration at the Voice Arts Awards (NYC), and the Grammys (LA).
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Red Roses narrated by Kira Omans
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Red Roses music by Rike Luxx
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Red Roses sound by Pond5
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Fear and Loathing in the State of Jefferson - ebook
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Lost Angel – Introduction with Ray Manzarek of The Doors
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