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dantediscoversfic · 7 years

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Chapter 22: Hailstorm

When you’re playing your life back in your memory like a movie, there are days that get spliced together in a montage; full days, weeks, months or years that get cut; scenes that make you laugh, cry or cringe; scenes where the anticipatory build-up to the big milestone moment may overshadow the actual moment itself; scenes that get reshaped and retold so often they become more tall tale than actual memory; scenes that might seem eerie in how they predicted a future you didn’t realize would happen but you are now living as your present-future self, looking back. The crazy thing is that while you’re living it you have little way of knowing which days will blend together and which days will be the ones you remember for the rest of your life. Those days that you reach back into your memory to find when you need to feel something—anything—joy or sorrow, pride or remorse; scenes that make you think this is my life, for better and worse.

The day I could have died but Ari saved my life; that turned out to be one of the days I know I’ll never be able to forget, even if I wanted to. Even though, afterwards, he wanted me to forget it, or at the very least, never speak about it ever again.

It happened two days after I’d gone over to his house and sketched him. I could have died on a Monday. I’ll always remember that because the day before was a Sunday and my parents and I had gone to church and after services they asked if I wanted to go to my favorite diner for lunch. I had a feeling that the other shoe was about to drop about Chicago because we rarely went out to eat except for special occasions. But I held onto a fragment of hope that maybe I was wrong and maybe they just weren’t in the mood to cook that day. I ordered chocolate chip pancakes and a milkshake and I knew I was done for when my mom didn’t make a single comment about the pitiful lack of nutritional value in the meal I’d just chosen. It didn’t matter anyway because I barely touched a bite of my food.

Turns out I wasn’t wrong in guessing that this was their way of trying to soften the blow. My father had indeed received the job offer for the visiting professor position. Both of my parents wanted him to take the job. My mom brought up the whole ‘love is all about sacrifice’ thing again and how she was willing to put her own practice on hold for the year in support of my father. They talked about the diversity of Chicago and all of the cultural opportunities it offered that were harder to find here in El Paso. They’d make sure to find a high school with a first-rate swim team and art department for me. I wasn’t drinking the ‘Chicago is all happy unicorns and puppies’ Kool Aid and I wasn’t going to do down without a fight, so I tried bringing up all the unflattering things I’d read about inner-city Chicago, going so far as to refer to it as ‘the ghetto’. That tactic didn’t go over well. My parents knew much more about sociology and history than I did and I ended up receiving a long lecture about how the huge economic imbalances and segregation found in most cities stretched back to the institutionalized racism the country was built on; we were lucky enough to be able to move to a safe neighborhood with excellent schools, not one plagued by violence, and that’s something I should not take for granted or make light of. Then for good measure they threw in a guilt-trip about how hard each of them worked to fight for their education and to make their way out of the poverty their families were born into in Mexico. They told me to think of most of my cousins, how they’d never have the same educational opportunities as I would unless they decided to really fight for it, like my parents had.

I didn’t tell them that being around my cousins made me feel like a weirdo at best, an outcast at worst. I listened to their lecture, ears red with shame and my tail between my legs, and drank my milkshake. They assured me that the year would fly by and if I didn’t like Chicago we could move back to El Paso. It would be my choice.

Monday morning I called Ari to see if he was feeling well enough to go swimming with me. He told me he couldn’t because his mom was making him go to a doctor’s appointment later that day, even though his fever was gone. We ended up talking about our families. He told me he had an older brother, who was in prison. I was shocked for a moment after he told me. He’d never mentioned him before because talking about his brother made him feel awful. I wished we were speaking in person, not over the phone, so I could look him straight in the eyes and tell him Please don’t be sad or ashamed. It’s not your fault.

“Ari, you didn’t do anything,” I said.

“I don’t want to talk about him, okay, Dante?”

“Okay.” I knew now wasn’t the time to needle him about his tendency to stew in stoic silence. “But you know, Ari, you have this really interesting life.”

“Not really.”

“Yes, really. At least you have siblings. Me, I only have a mother and a father.”

“What about cousins?”

“They don’t like me. They think I’m—well, they think I’m a little different. They’re really Mexican, you know. And I’m sort of, well, what did you call me?”

“A pocho.”

“That’s exactly what I am.”

I told him about my mom’s family, about how she grew up really poor and had to work to put herself through college and grad school. How my parents met at Berkeley and how the life their parents envisioned for them was not the one they wanted and they had to fight for that new life, together.

“It’s like my mom and dad created a whole new world for themselves. But they understand the old world—where they came from—and I don’t. I don’t belong anywhere. That’s the problem.”

“You do,” he said. “You belong everywhere you go. That’s who you are.”

A thought came to me then. I was surprised by the force with which it sprung into my brain; it almost made me dizzy or feel like I was gasping for air after having my head submerged too long underwater, even though looking back, how could I have been surprised, because the signs were all pointing there all along but I’d been too focused on my blind spots to notice them. I wanted to tell him in these precise words: I never felt like I belonged here in El Paso, not until I met you, Ari. You make me feel like I belong. Because I belong with you.

I couldn’t say it, of course. Instead, I said, “You’ve never seen me around my cousins. I feel like a freak.”

“I know,” he said. “I feel like a freak too.” That surprised me.

“Well, at least you’re a real Mexican.”

“What do I know about Mexico, Dante?”

Neither of us said anything for a little while. “Do you think it will always be this way?” I said.

“What?”

“I mean, when do we start feeling like the world belongs to us?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Tomorrow.”

But I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow. Not to tell him about Chicago or to tell him that even if we were separated by thousands of miles, part of me would always belong to him, if only he’d let me offer it to him. But I swallowed those words and bit my tongue, too, just in case I would be foolishly tempted to say anything stupid. I realized after that conversation that loving your best friend meant learning to keeping lots of things unsaid.

I thought I wouldn’t be able see Ari until the next day or day after. But he surprised me by calling me up after his doctor’s appointment was over; since the doctor had given him a clean bill of health his mom had lifted his house arrest so he could meet me at the pool if I wanted.

It was late afternoon by the time we got there. Ari was still pretty worn out from being sick so I swam alone for a bit and then we both floated on our backs. We watched as enormous gray clouds churned and rolled by and the color of the sky darkened from blue to slate. We listened, as the wind rustling in nearby leaves got louder and more urgent and far-off thunder rumbled in a way you felt all the way in your teeth and bones. Then the lifeguards blew their whistles and everyone had to get out of the pool. They were closing it early because of the coming storm.

The sky split open when we were still a block away from my house.

Ari looked at me and said, “I won’t run if you don’t.” It was like a dare.

“I won’t run.” Challenge accepted.

Our steps were achingly slow and deliberate. We kept smiling at each other to see if either of us would break down and make a mad dash for it. Neither of us did. We went slower than if we were acting out a slow-motion sequence of a film. Sloth slow. Glacier slow.

His hair was already wet from the pool, but pool-wet hair and rain-wet hair are two entirely different things. I watched as he closed his eyes and tipped his head back while the rain slid through his hair in rivulets, forming little drops right at the tendril tips that trailed down his forehead and neck. The part of me that now recognized that I was very much falling in love with him wanted to reach out and feel the silky slickness of his hair, wanted to drink from the little pool of water forming in the delicate hallow of his neck between his collarbones. I shivered and stuck out my tongue to taste the raindrops instead.

We were drenched by the time we made it down the block to my house.

My dad was none too thrilled when he saw us. He gave me an earful about not having any common sense blah blah blah. I could tell he was mostly mad because he was worried, since Ari had just got over a bad flu. (I didn’t tell him that walking in the rain had been Ari’s idea!).

He made us change into dry clothes. I lent Ari a pair of my sweatpants and a soft t-shirt. I changed in my room and he changed in the bathroom. When he came out wearing my clothes, my body reacted in a way I’d never experienced before. I felt tight all over, almost like I was clamping down my muscles in anticipation of a getting punched, except it was almost pleasurable, like my blood was squeezing my muscles and bones. I liked seeing him in my clothes like that so much it almost hurt.

I handed him a towel for his hair because a wet line was forming down the back of his (my!) t-shirt. Another bolt ripped through me when I thought about how nice it would be to dry his body all off for him, gently, with my favorite fluffy towel. I turned away from him and started flipping through my record collection.

“Does your dad ever get really mad?” he asked.

“He doesn’t get mad very often. Hardly at all. But when he does get mad, I try to stay out his way.”

“What does he get mad at?”

“I threw out all his papers once.” (I’m not proud of this).

“You did that?”

“He wasn’t paying any attention to me.”

“How old were you?”

“Twelve.” This was right after we’d moved to El Paso.

“So you made him mad on purpose.”

“Something like that.”

Ari started coughing just then and I got really worried. Maybe my dad was right to have lectured us after all.

“Hot tea,” I said. Ari nodded. I grabbed him a pullover sweater and a pair of slippers, too. Just in case he got the shivers.

I made us tea and we sat on the front porch, watching the storm, which had turned from rain to hail. There’s almost no other feeling in the world that beats watching a wild storm rage knowing you are safe and protected and dry. The hail pounded against the roof. Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack. The wind was doing a tango through the trees and a slight misty blowback from the rain and hail occasionally brushed my skin. I could see little dewdrops of moisture quiver on my arm hairs.

We watched the storm together for a while, in silence, drinking tea. There was so much I wanted to say to him but I couldn’t figure out how to just open my mouth and start. And if I did start, how much was safe to say? How would I possibly be able to keep everything inside the way Ari was able to? What if I accidentally said something that made me lose my best friend? That thought was impossible, untenable and terrifying. I wouldn’t say anything about the belonging together stuff. That needed to be locked away for my crazy brain only. But I’d realized something, when he told me about this brother being in prison, that there was still so much about each other that we didn’t know. Even though it felt like he’d always been a part of my life, we’d really only known each other for less than one measly summer. Like when I drew him, I needed badly to store up as many little details about him as soon as I could before I left for Chicago.

I took the plunge. I tapped his shoulder and said, “We need to have a conversation.”

“A conversation?”

“A talk.”

“We talk every day.”

“Yeah, but. I mean a talk.”

“About what?”

“About, you know, what we’re like.” He knit his eyebrows and gave me a totally confused look. I changed course. “Our parents. Stuff like that.”

“Did anybody ever tell you that you aren’t normal?”

“Is that something I should aspire to?”

“You’re not. You’re not normal.” This was off to a great start. “Where did you come from?”

“My parents had sex one night.”

The word ‘sex’ coming out of my mouth and reaching his ears felt…weird. Different than when I said cuss words. It felt risqué, a little bold. And embarrassing.

“How do you know it was night?”

“Good point.”

We both cracked up then and the awkward knot I’d been tying myself into eased up a bit. This was how it was supposed to be, me and Ari, relaxed and over brimming with laughter. Loving him didn’t have to change that. Moving away didn’t have to change that. I wouldn’t let it change that.

“Okay,” I said, once we’d both stopped laughing. “This is serious.”

“Is this like a game?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll play.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Red. Favorite car?”

“Don’t like cars.”

“Me neither. Favorite song?”

“Don’t have one. Yours?”

“’The Long and Winding Road.’”

“’The Long and Winding Road’?”

“The Beatles, Ari.”

“Don’t know it.”

“Great song, Ari.”

“Boring game, Dante. Are we interviewing each other?”

“Something like that.”

“What position am I applying for?”

“Best friend.”

“I thought I already had that job.”

“Don’t be so sure, you arrogant son of a bitch.”

I wasn’t planning on it, but I reached over and punched him. Not hard, but not just a little nudge either. That and the cuss words I’d just said made my cheeks flush deeper red than they already were. I was trying to get closer to him the only way I knew how and it was both exhilarating and mortifying. I don’t know what had gotten into me, wanting to use all these cuss words and wanting to touch him and lick the rain off his skin.

Ari laughed. “Nice mouth.”

“Sometimes don’t you just want to stand up and yell out all the cuss words you’ve learned?”

“Every day.”

“Every day? You’re worse than me.” I looked at the hailstones, making a racket as they hit the sidewalk. “It’s like pissed off snow.”

Ari laughed at my choice turn of phrase.

“We’re too nice, you know that?” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Our parents turned us into nice boys. I hate that.”

A not nice boy wouldn’t be too afraid to say what he really wanted to say, I’m sure of that.

“I don’t think I’m so nice.”

“Are you in a gang?”

“No.”

“Do you do drugs?”

“No.”

“Do you drink?”

“I’d like to.”

“Me too. But that wasn’t the question.”

“No, I don’t drink.”

“Do you have sex?”

I wasn’t looking at Ari when I said it. We were both looking out at the hail beating down against the cement. My heartbeat felt just as loud, like the ball bearing in a can of spray paint when you shake it all up before you let it out with a shhhhhhh.

“Sex?”

“Sex, Ari.”

“No, never had sex, Dante. But I’d like to.”

Clickety-clack. Clickety-clack.

“Me too. See what I mean? We’re nice.”

“Nice,” he repeated. “Shit.”

“Shit,” I said back to him.

Then we both looked at each other and busted out laughing.

We shot questions at each other on all sorts of topics for rest of the afternoon. I tried to keep a mental tally of every little factoid that came out of his mouth, cramming my brain full of the most seemingly banal Ari-isms like I was trying to memorize words off of flash cards the night before a big test. And I wanted him to know me equally, as well. I wanted to share the most banal and important and secret and sacred parts of myself as easily as we could share a pair of sweatpants or a tshirt. I knew we couldn’t get there in just one day. But I had to start somewhere.

Favorite food. Favorite ballplayer. Favorite novel. Favorite poet. Favorite holiday. Favorite school subject. Favorite superhero. Favorite month. Favorite artist. Favorite time of day. Favorite TV show. Favorite dream. Favorite memory.

I wanted to say, This one. This memory we’re making together right now is my favorite. Because I know I’ll never ever forget it. Like I’ll never forget you.

The storm stopped eventually and the air was cool. It was twilight and the sky was turning to deep indigo streaked with orange.

I looked up at the sky and raised my hands. “It’s all so damned beautiful.” It would be dark soon and Ari would have to go home and I still hadn’t mustered up the courage to tell him we were moving. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“Our tennis shoes,” he said.

“Dad put them in the dryer. Who cares?”

“Yeah, who cares?”

Without thinking, I started walking back in the direction of the pool. The feel of the wet grass and sidewalk under my feet was comforting and familiar. I briefly got the crazy idea that we could scale the fence surrounding the pool and go swimming, even though we didn’t have our swim trunks.

Nice boys like us would never do that. Go skinny dipping in the dark.

I turned around to face Ari and told him we were leaving El Paso.

Ari’s eyes were far away, I wasn’t even sure he’d heard me. It was like the words I’d just said were a pebble or stone dropped into a deep dark well, all he heard was the ricochet, the echo.

“We’re moving away from El Paso,” I repeated. “We’re leaving for a year.”

“Leaving?”

“Yeah.”

“Why? I mean, when?”

“My dad’s going to be a visiting professor for a year at the University of Chicago. I think they’re interested in hiring him.”

“That’s great,” he said. Great? I felt like he’d just punched me in the gut. But not like before, the sort of good way when I saw him step out the bathroom wearing my clothes, and my skin had got all tight and it hurt to look at him but that didn’t keep from wanting to look at him any less. Now I just felt incredibly sad. I looked away from him.

“Yeah,” I said. What else was there to say? He was fine with me moving. I’d have to find a way to be fine with it, too.

“That’s really great. So when are you leaving?”

“At the end of August.”

He smiled. “That’s great.”

Why was he smiling like that? “You keep saying ‘that’s great.’”

“Well, it is.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Aren’t you sad, that I’m leaving?”

“Why would I be sad?”

I smiled then, too. Because if I didn’t smile then I would start crying and if I started crying I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to stop.

I couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t look at the empty dark wells of his beautiful eyes. Or the beautiful way the wind was whipping through this hair. Hair I wanted so badly to touch, just once, before I left him, maybe forever.

A hopping motion caught my eye and I saw a bird in the middle of the road. It’s wing was broken. It couldn’t fly.

“He’s going to die,” Ari whispered.

“We can save it.”

I walked to the middle of the street and crouched down as I tried to delicately and gently pick up the injured bird. I cradled its warm body in my hands, felt the rustle of its feathers and the frantic press of its tiny heart against my cupped palms.

I wanted to hear how the words would sound coming out of my mouth, the words I couldn’t tell Ari, so I whispered to the bird, “You make me feel like I belong. Because I belong with you.”

Then: a horrible screeching noise I think for a crazed moment is coming from the bird in my hands. A flash of headlights. My heart rate accelerating from 0 to 90 and a rush of adrenaline jolting through me and pulling me under like I’m getting caught up in a rip tide wave, yet my brain numbly and uncomprehendingly keeping my body rooted in the same crouching position, unmoving, as I realize too slowly that the car headed straight toward me is going much too fast. That it’s not going to stop.

I’m going to die, I think, just as I hear, from somewhere very far away, Ari calling out my name. Then the slam of his body into mine, the impact wrenching the breath out my ribs. A blast of searing scraping pain in my arm and a cracking thud so loud reverberating inside my skull it makes me want to vomit. I think I do vomit.

And my vision goes black.

When I open my eyes I see that I’m still cradling the bird against my chest, but I’ve crushed the breath from its body. And Ari isn’t moving either.

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egctllvivalucha · 7 years

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Viva Lucha! Season 2 Episode 5

[Scene opens to a shot of the outside of the VL Arena in El Centro, California. It's a sunny day and we see el jefe, Emanuel Gonzalo Carranza, walking up to his arena with quite the evil smirk on his face. He pulls out his keys and unlocks the doors when..]

*RNNNNGGGG*

[He raises an eyebrow and pockets his keys with one hand while pulling out his cellphone with the other. He looks at the phone and a bemused smile creeps across his face. He pushes inside the arena and we follow him inside as he lifts the phone to his ears.]

EGC: Hola, Elizabeth!

[A HUGE evil smirk has grown on his face.]

EGC: I have not heard from you in a very long time. How are you doing?

[He passes through the hallways, turning lights on as he goes.]

EGC: .. Yes! I had heard of you finding work in Florida. Yes. Congratulations!

[His smile is even BIGGER now with a scary gleam in his eyes. He flicks on some switches and passes through curtains and we follow him as he walks down the entrance ramp towards the ringside area.]

EGC: What was that? You do not enjoy it there?!

[A very playful look is on Carranza's face as he unlocks his office door and walks inside, flicking the switch to illuminate the room.]

EGC: Elizabeth.... Elizabeth....

[He sits in his comfy chair behind his desk with a very satisfied smile on his face.]

EGC: Come now, Elizabeth. Do not cry. I do not have to tell you.. There is no crying in this business.

[He leans back in his chair, enjoying every moment of this conversation.]

EGC: Come on. It can not be that bad there, can it?

[Emanuel's smile shows he already knows the answer and that it is indeed really bad and the fact that it is so makes him very happy.]

EGC: What? Your contract says what?

[Carranza does his best to stifle laughter but his expression shows he is EATING THIS UP!]

EGC: Oh! Oh, Elizabeth! That...

[He shakes his head with a smile.]

EGC: That is really too bad. But.. What can you do, right?

[SMILE]

EGC: If only one can go back in time and make the most of opportunities offered to them, no?

[A very dark expression joins his evil smile.]

EGC: I recall that once upon a time you sat across from me in my old office at the warehouse and I offered you quite the opportunity. Do you remember that conversation?

[With his free hand he picks up a Carranza Coin sitting on his desk and looks at it with his scary expression.]

EGC: Elizabeth? What did I say about tears?

[SMILE]

EGC: Yes. You remember. You had the chance to get in on the ground floor, Elizabeth. But... You turned me down and now here we are.

[He winks at the coin.]

EGC: How is late night paid programming going, Elizabeth?

[SMILE]

EGC: Well, asi es de vida, Elizabeth. We must all live with the choices we make. Now.. While it has been wonderful hearing from you again.. I have a REAL wrestling promotion to run so...

[He raises an eyebrow.]

EGC: Que?

[He makes an incredulous face.]

EGC: What?! I am feeling quite embarrassed for you, Elizabeth. There is no one in that bar in Florida that would even remotely interest me.

[He chuckles but then his smile starts to fade a bit and a look of surprise grows on his face as he sits up, leaning forward over his desk.]

EGC: What was that?! ... Gary got those girls?!

[Carranza shakes his head with concern now.]

EGC: Elizabeth, you are telling me they are stuck in Florida to contracts like you are?!

[The concern eases and he slowly leans back in his chair.]

EGC: Hmmm... Yes. ... Oh? ... Interesting.

[He puts the Carranza Coin down on the desk and a softer smile grows on his face.]

EGC: They would be very easy to break, Elizabeth. All one would need to do is buy them out.

[He chuckles.]

EGC: Gary does not even have to know about it! He signs his competing talent to those kind of contracts so he does not have to pay them full price.

[A nod with a twinkle in his eyes.]

EGC: Elizabeth.. I can make this happen very easily. I can get all of them out of there as soon as possible.

[A frown comes over Carranza's face and he shakes his head.]

EGC: No. No, Elizabeth. I can not free you from your contract. It is not the money, that is not the issue. The problem with your contract is the time...

[That evil grin appears again.]

EGC: You are stuck there for at least three more years, Elizabeth. Si. That clause Gary put in. ... Si. ... No, Elizabeth... I can not free you but...

[He looks down at his desk for a moment then smiles.]

EGC: For bringing this to my attention, Elizabeth, I will definitely reward you for your troubles. ... How much? ... It will be enough that in three years, Elizabeth, you will have control of your own destiny. ... Yes. That is what I mean. I...

[He chuckles.]

EGC: What did I say about tears, Elizabeth?

[SMILE]

EGC: That is better. Be a professional! ... I am going to get on this immediately. Que?

[Carranza looks at a clock on his office wall.]

EGC: Once I get the boys on it.. It will cut things close just.. Advise them not to win the belt. All of them. Yes. Advise all of them not to win the belt. Well it could make things messy contract wise and also any belt from that bar is worthless to me anyways. I only like prestigious championships.

[SMILE]

EGC: OK. Elizabeth, things will move quickly so just advise them as best you can and get them ready because I have something lined up that I could definitely use them for. .. Yes. OK. Good luck oh.. And Elizabeth..

[EVIL SMILE]

EGC: Gracias!

[He nods then ends the call. His eyes grow wide and his smile wider as he licks his lips and then he looks at his phone and starts dialing a number and then.]

EGC: ... Ms. Martinez? Si. Call the boys together. There are some contracts I want to buy out in Florida.

[An evil grin as we fade to a black screen with white text that reads...]

"EGC Inc. & Tradicion Lucha Libre Present"

[And then red, green & white screens flash with silhouetted figures leaping off of turnbuckles while this theme song (https://youtu.be/f-Tx8JPHa6A) plays and then we get the logo..]

VIVA LUCHA!

[We cut to inside the packed VL Arena and we pan over the cheering fans before making our way to the announce table where two familiar faces greet us.]

JI: Hola, fans and welcome to VIVA LUCHA! I am Jose Ignacio and with me as always is my broadcast colleague, Diego Hernandez!

[Diego makes a face.]

DH: I am not just someone you work with, Jose! I am a HERNANDEZ from the world famous HERNANDEZ FAMILY! And so... I am the reason they tune in to every episode of Viva Lucha!

[Jose shakes his head with a smile.]

JI: Well, we are coming off the BIGGEST episode in Viva Lucha history. On our last episode the Goblin Queen defeated Meiko Yamazaki to become the new JPWF Women's World Champion! The Cyborg Kingdom defeated the Robot Kingdom and the Human race to become the first ever Viva Lucha Trios Champions! And Fury defeated Pocho Cocodrilo Zarzamora, "The Duke" William Phillips and the International Light Heavyweight Champion, Señor Cloak Dos, to become the first ever Viva Lucha Heavyweight Champion!

DH: It was a historic night, Jose. And we still have half the season left to come!

JI: There is no telling what is in store for us the rest of this season.

DH: I do not have any idea of what is happening tonight, actually!

JI: No one does, Diego. My understanding is we are being kept completely in the dark about what is to come because there will be some announcements made here in mere moments!

DH: Announcements?!

[Cue the office door of Viva Lucha boss, Emanuel Gonzalo Carranza, flying open and walking out with a smile is the man himself. He holds a microphone in his hands as he climbs up the stairs and into the ring and winks at the crowd.]

[POP]

JI: Guess we'll all find out now!

[EGC flashes his evil smirk before lifting the microphone to talk.]

EGC: By now one thing should be very clear to all of you fans of Viva Lucha... When I say there will be history made... HISTORY WILL BE MADE!

[BIG POP]

EGC: Two shows ago I promised history would be made and what happened? "Up All Night" Pablo O'Connor walked into this arena and defeated Blue Samson to add the Kings Of Wrestling's King Of Kings Unified World Heavyweight Championship, along with all the historic championships that made it up, to his amazing Legacy Crown!

[HEEL POP]

EGC: Well, amigos, tonight in this ring you will see the Legacy Crown once again!

[HOLY MOLY REALLY?! POP]

JI: QUE?!

DH: CARAMBA!

[Carranza smiles.]

EGC: Tonight in our main event Pablo O'Connor will defend the L-Crown right here in this very ring against an opponent to be named later!

[BIG POP]

JI: We're going to see the L-Crown defended tonight?!

DH: This is INCREDIBLE, Jose!

[EGC nods his head.]

EGC: On our last show four men paid hard earned currency, my precious Carranza Coins...

[He pulls one out of a pocket to show to the crowd.]

[COIN POP]

[He puts it back in his pocket.]

EGC: To fight in an elimination match and when the dust settled one man was left standing the first ever Viva Lucha Heavyweight Champion! Tonight... In this ring... Maria Juarez will conduct the first ever interview with our champion.... FURY!

[FURY IS GONNA TALK?! HOLY MOLY POP]

JI: Oh My God! We are going to hear from Fury?

DH: We have never heard him say a word, Jose!

JI: Verdad!

[Carranza holds up a finger.]

EGC: Now, the TLL International Light Heavyweight Champion, Señor Cloak Dos, took quite a beating in that match..

[BOOS]

EGC: So he is being given some time to recover because he is scheduled to defend that championship in Japan next month. But.. Whomever the International Light Heavyweight Champion is after that trip will need a number one contender to challenge them here in my arena... So tonight we are going to have a GAUNTLET MATCH to determine the Number One Contender for that belt!

[WOAH POP]

JI: This will be the first ever gauntlet match for Viva Lucha!

DH: Our boss is all about making history, Jose.

[Carranza holds a hand up to silence the crowd.]

EGC: But I have a very special announcement to make about our next show but I need a specific audience to join me in the ring for this one. So... I would like the Class of 2010, the Elements and the NEW JPWF Women's World Champion, Goblin Queen, to join me in the ring! Right now!

[HUGE POP]

JI: Oh My! What will this announcement be?

DH: No se, Jose! No se.

[Walking out through the curtain comes the Class of 2010, (Juno Takayama, Teresa Villa, Harriett Morrison, Anna Williams & Valerie Bloom), dressed in their signature hoodies, jeans and curious expressions on their faces. After them walk out the Elements, garnering a huge pop. Racheal "RC" Carlisle is a bundle of energy as she dashes from side to side, slapping the hands of as many fans as possible. Tesla St. James follows, eyes laser focused on the ring. "The Beautiful Master" Lady Warhawk is at her side, speaking into her ear.]

JI: Tesla St. James is still furious over the destruction of the MBC Women's Championship title. No doubt, Lady Warhawk is trying to keep Tesla in as good a headspace as possible. Otherwise, this ring could explode before Carranza gets to his announcement.

[Pulling up the fair, and clearly standing guard for anything that may come is the most powerful of the Elements, Gloria Butler. The ladies climb into the ring and Carranza greets them with his evil smirk and then he looks up towards the entrance ramp and...]

[BOOS]

["Maladise" by Nunchaku plays and out walks...the NEW JPWF Women's World Champion, the Goblin Queen! The monstrous mistress of mayhem ROARS with carnivorous glee as she raises the pink belt. Locking eyes with all the other women down in the ring, the Queen thumps her chest with a fist of stone as if daring the gnats to come after her right now. By her side, Gordon J. Dutt sneers, flashing a sick grin of a cat that has just eaten not only the canary, but the swan and the peacock to boot. He still is carrying a silver metal briefcase. As the diabolic duo begin to make their way down the aisle, the Goblin Queen bares her teeth in an evil grin as she just lets the JPWF Championship belt drag behind her like trash!]

[WE HATE YOU AND YOUR DISRESPECT SO MUCH BOOS!]

[Carranza gives a bow, with a big smile, towards the new holder of the legendary pink belt and her manager before lifting the mic to speak.]

EGC: Thank you, ladies, for joining me. I have some very big announcements about our next show and I need all of you here for it because...

[He smiles.]

EGC: Our next show will be a very special one because HISTORY will be made in Viva Lucha on that night. Unprecedented history for us because it will be a very special.... LADIES NIGHT SHOW!

[WHAT THE WHAT WHAT POP]

JI: Ladies night?!

DH: The masked goddess of beautiful enigma night?!

JI: ... Que?!

DH: What?

[EGC continues.]

EGC: You see it will be women's wrestling exclusively all night long on our next show and do I have something VERY big for all of you ladies to compete for. We will have the first ever... LA REINA DEL EL CENTRO TOURNAMENT!

[HUGE SUPER DUPER POP]

EGC: You see.. There will be some new blood joining Viva Lucha soon to compete here against all of you and we will have two CIBERNETICO MATCHES!

[BIG POP]

EGC: And the winners from each one will compete against each other in a one on one match later to not only win La Reina del el Centro tournament.. But to also be the number one contender for the JPWF Women's World Championship!

[MASSIVE POP]

JI: WOW! A one night tournament with the winner becoming the number one contender for arguably the most prestigious championship in all of women's wrestling!

DH: It will be huge for whomever wins!

[Carranza basks in the glory of his announcement but his eye twitches as he sees Tesla St. James GLARING and YELLING right at the Goblin Queen! Lady Warhawk places a hand on Tesla's shoulder that she shrugs off as she starts moving towards the large Japanese fighter and begins jabbing her finger in the air towards the Queen of Destruction!]

JI: Uh oh. Looks like we might have some trouble!

DH: Tesla said something about the MBC Championship, Jose!

JI: St. James has not been shy about her anger at what the Goblin Queen did to the MBC Women's World Championship.

[Goblin Queen is not amused at the communications coming her way from the fiery red head. Her nostrils begin to flare and a look of bad intention comes over her royal face. Gordon watches with an amused smile, perhaps wanting some trouble to break out as his charge and Tesla take more aggressive body language towards one another while both women inch towards each other. Carranza's smile has become a look of frustration.]

EGC: Ladies! Please...

[Suddenly both women make a lunge to close the space between them when the Class of 2010 and the rest of the Elements jump in the middle to break things up!]

[BIG POP]

DH: Here comes the trouble, Jose!

[Gloria Butler prominently stands between Tesla and her Royal Highness while Juno Takayama calls for calm. Tesla is pulled back via Rachel and Lady Warhawk but the Goblin Queen..]

*SHOVE*

[OH NO YOU DIDN'T POP]

DH: CARAMBA!

JI: The Goblin Queen just shoved Butler from behind!

[Gloria goes from calm one moment to EXPLODING RAGE as she spins around and lunges for the JPWF Women's World Champion! Juno, now joined by Harriett Morrison and Teresa Villa, jumps in between and both powerhouse ladies shove the Class of 2010 members back and forth between them as they try to get at each other! Dutt looks around excitedly as he fidgets to and fro between possibly holding back his charge or jumping into the mess of bodies between her and Butler.]

[GIGANTIC POP]

DH: It is kicking off now!

JI: These two have some history against one another! Gloria Butler DEFEATED the Goblin Queen for the Bastard Stampede Women's Championship in the past!

[Security guards hit the ring and help the Class of 2010 in pulling these two ladies apart while Dutt bites his lip with a slightly sour expression as if some opportunity had just passed. A very unhappy Carranza shakes his head vigorously now.]

EGC: LADIES!!!

[Goblin Queen and Gloria pause in their struggling with security and all eyes turn to the boss of Viva Lucha.]

EGC: If you two ladies want to fight each other THIS badly...

[His frown turns into a dark smile.]

EGC: ... Then do it on Ladies Night... With the JPWF Women's World Championship.. ON THE LINE!

[MASSIVE POP]

DH: CARAMBA!

JI: Goblin Queen is going to defend the pink belt on our next episode against Gloria Butler!

[Gloria and Goblin Queen are both fine with this announcement as they nod at each other and hurl angry words back and forth. Dutt is NOT as pleased but Carranza is beyond proud of himself.]

EGC: Now, Ladies.. Try not to kill yourselves until next week and make your way to the back please because it is now time for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT GAUNTLET MATCH!

[HUGE POP]

********************************************************** Light Heavyweight Gauntlet Match: Tecnico: John Maverick Jr vs Rudo: El Profe de Monstruoso the 3rd [Classic Monsters] **********************************************************

[This was the first time the VL Arena crowd had seen El Profe de Monstruoso the 3rd since he lost his mask in December in a mask vs mask match against SCD. El Profe, now using lots of face paint and make up, was even ANGRIER than usual. Maverick Jr, fresh off the war for the VL Trios Championships on the last episode, was not at his best here and struggled against the furious rage of el Profe. Maverick Jr escaped a Monster Mash by his foe and put on quite the comeback but a missed Shooting Star Press led to getting hit with FIRE BAD and el Profe picking up the 1, 2, 3!]

JI: You would never guess that el Profe won from how much he is raging!

DH: Jose, this man lost his mask very recently! Of course he is angry at the world! All must know his pain! I feel sorry for the next guy to walk out here.

********************************************************** Light Heavyweight Gauntlet Match: Rudo: El Profe de Monstruoso the 3rd [Classic Monsters] vs Tecnico: Terry Adams **********************************************************

[Diego's words rang very true as the unfortunate Terry Adams ran out to the ring. El Profe was all over him and made a point to ram poor Terry into all four ring posts outside the ring and nail TWO Monster Mashes on the floor but breaking up the easy count out win each time. Monstruoso had A LOT of rage to work out and was choking Adams with the yardstick that el Profe brings to the ring and then nearly breaking it over the back of Adams! The gray masked referee cautioned el Profe many times but the more el Profe beat on Terry the more lost he was to his rage. When Monstruoso refused to stop choking Adams with the yard stick the official reached his limit and disqualified el Profe!]

JI: UNBELIEVABLE! Terry Adams has WON by disqualification over el Profe de Monstruoso the 3rd here!

DH: He does not look like a winner to me, Jose!

JI: Terry is definitely in a bad way after the THRASHING he just took at the hands of Monstruoso who is RAGING as he makes his way to the back.

DH: Whomever comes out next needs to send el Profe a nice fruit basket as thanks.

********************************************************** Light Heavyweight Gauntlet Match: Tecnico: Terry Adams vs Rudo: Oliver Miami **********************************************************

[The lean Puerto Rican, Oliver Miami, dressed in his uncomfortably small brown speedo and short white ring boots sprinted to the ring with a big smile on his face because the words Diego said again proved to be prophetic. Adams tried to put up a fight but Miami kept sneaking in shots to his throat, capitalizing on the damage done by el Profe, and when he dragged Adams out of the ring and dropped him throat first across the guard railing.. Terry couldn't beat the count and Oliver Miami advanced!]

JI: As strange as it may seem.. this is the SECOND count out win for Oliver Miami here in Viva Lucha!

DH: Maybe he will go on a streak of count out wins and become the number one contender tonight, Jose!

JI: It seems unlikely but.. who knows?

DH: Anything can happen, no?

JI: Si, es verdad.

[Miami flashes a big smile and winks at some ladies in the front row until Motorhead's "Overkill" BLASTS over the PA and the smile quickly fades from his face.]

JI: THAT MUSIC!

DH: Will he make it to the ring this time, Jose?!

[The crowd ERUPTS INTO A MONSTER SIZED VOLCANIC POP as "Overkill" Joey Malone SPRINTS to the ring, not even batting an eye on the fans, and slides into the ring and points at Miami while vowing for revenge!]

JI: SI! HE HAS!

********************************************************** Light Heavyweight Gauntlet Match: Rudo: Oliver Miami vs Tecnico: "Overkill" Joey Malone **********************************************************

[Miami tried to laugh things off and sneak in a cheap shot but Malone avoided it and was ALL OVER Miami, beating him from one turnbuckle to the next like an unwanted stepchild (which is a really sad and tragic phrase when one stops to really think about it)! Miami's only action was trying to run away from the huge beating he was eating but Malone wasn't letting him get away and after a huge SPEAR left Miami laying Malone then climbed to the top turnbuckle and.... ACE OF SPADES 450 SPLASH!!! 1, 2, 3!]

JI: "Overkill" Joey Malone has AVENGED his count out loss to Oliver Miami a few shows back with a BIG win in this Gauntlet match!

DH: But so far, Jose, no one has made it past more than one competitor in a row in this gauntlet match! The pattern is not looking great for Malone.

********************************************************** Light Heavyweight Gauntlet Match: Tecnico: "Overkill" Joey Malone vs Rudo: Vampiro Suarez [Classic Monsters] **********************************************************

[Vampiro Suarez, not seen since losing the Carranza Coin match to PCZ, hit the ring and jumped Malone from behind. Both men launched into a wild brawl that spilled out of the ring. Both men brawled up into the crowd at one point but both abandoned this to hurry and make it back in the ring to break the count of the referee who wasn't giving them any leniency! Suarez gained an advantage through a poke of the eyes and began biting on the forehead of Malone but Overkill fought back and began biting Suarez back! Then at one point, both Malone and Suarez were biting each other's hands in a bizarre standoff!]

JI: I have not seen a biting stand off before!

DH: We just need that creepy goat guy here to make this a three way bite off!

[The match broke down into brawling once again and like before it spilled out of the ring. Suarez tried to whip Malone into the outer wall of EGC's office but Overkill reversed it and sent the face painted Vampiro face first into the wall! The fight made it's way back in the ring and Suarez managed to distract the referee and snuck in a low blow via a backwards kick on Malone. Vampiro hit several running senton splashes on Malone's chest and midsection before climbing to the top and leaping off for a TOP ROPE SENTON SPLASH...]

[HUGE POP]

JI: MALONE MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!

DH: Caramba!

[Malone scrambled up the ropes and leaped off... ACE OF SPADES 450 SPLASH! 1, 2, 3!]

[GIANT POP]

JI: Malone has done it! He has survived two opponents in a row now and is building up REAL momentum in this gauntlet match!

DH: It all depends on how many competitors or in this match, Jose! El jefe gave no indication for us to go off of!

[Malone celebrates his win and pumps his fist to the fans when..]

*BNK*

[GASP]

DH: The lights!

JI: The lights have gone out in the VL Arena!

DH: Dios mio, por favor, do not let the creepy goat guy show up out of this darkness.

*BNK*

[HOLY MOLY POP]

JI: QUESTION MARK! He's on the top turnbuckle but Malone doesn't see him yet!

DH: Is he the next competitor?!

********************************************************** Light Heavyweight Gauntlet Match: Tecnico: "Overkill" Joey Malone vs Rudo: Question Mark **********************************************************

[Before Malone can spin around to see what is causing the crowd reaction the silver masked fighter leaps off the top rope and flies through the air...]

*SMACKACRACKABOOM*

JI: WINTER STRIKER! Question Mark just hit his flying knee strike finisher on Malone from behind!

DH: I guess he MUST be the next competitor then!

JI: He caught Malone FLUSH against the back of the head!

DH: The cover!

[Question Mark scrambles for the cover, the referee jumps into position...]

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

[WHAT JUST HAPPENED POP]

JI: Question Mark has eliminated "Overkill" Joey Malone!

DH: And he used a trick we have not seen him do before with the lights to do it, Jose.

JI: Si.

DH: RUDOISM! I like it!

[Question Mark gets to his feet and then does a somersault towards a corner before climbing to the second turnbuckle and begins his strange head movements from side to side. The ref helps Malone come to and Overkill is confused at first but when the referee explains that he lost Joey locks eyes on the masked man who did the deed.]

JI: Overkill is putting it together now and he is not pleased!

DH: He was outsmarted by a rudo, Jose. Asi es de vida, I say!

[Malone holds the back of his head as he heads to the back but casts a glare towards Question Mark in the ring before he disappears through the curtains.]

JI: I suspect that some big issues have just begun between Question Mark and Overkill Joey Malone.

[Music, (this music: https://youtu.be/OrykbkAM1-w ), plays over the PA and fans LEAP TO THEIR FEET IN A MASSIVE POP]

DH: UGGH! Of course Crocodile Boy would be in this. Blegh!

********************************************************** Light Heavyweight Gauntlet Match: Rudo: Question Mark vs Tecnico: Pocho Cocodrilo Zarzamora **********************************************************

[PCZ, still smarting from the Viva Lucha Heavyweight Championship Four Way Elimination match, found himself in trouble against the very fresh Question Mark. The silver masked fighter hit the masked Costa Rican with a series of moves such as the spinebuster, neckbreaker and superkick that had Zarzamora in big trouble. Question Mark went for a Tornado DDT but PCZ managed to shove his foe off of him and countered with a dropkick that sent the silver masked man out of the ring. PCZ went for a SPRINGBOARD CORKSCREW SENTON DIVE but Question Mark moved out of the way and the Costa Rican wiped out on the floor outside!]

JI: PCZ is in HUGE trouble now!

DH: This should not be a surprise, Jose. Crocodile Boy ate the New El Martinete by Fury on our last show and he is in there against a budding MASTER of rudoism! He is out of his league right now!

[Back in the ring, Question Mark trapped PCZ in the Tree of Woe before hitting a huge SPEAR on his vulnerable opponent! This was followed by a moonsault that got the silver masked enigma a VERY close nearfall but PCZ managed to survive. Question Mark worked over the neck of his Costa Rican opponent and even hit a NASTY Superkick to the back of PCZ's neck at one point which lead to another close nearfall! Zarzamora attempted to fight back but Question Mark kept going back to the neck to cut off his comebacks and had the Costa Rican in a very bad way.]

JI: PCZ is really up against it now.

DH: It is just a matter of time before Question Mark is our deserved number one contender, Jose.

JI: Provided there aren't more opponents after this you mean.

DH: Verdad.

[After a hard clothesline left PCZ reeling, Question Mark walked the ropes before leaping off and hitting a BLOCKBUSTER NECKBREAKER! Things were looking very bleak for the Costa Rican as the silver masked enigma climbed to the top, waiting to hit his second Winter Strike of the night but when he flew through the air... PCZ moved out of the way!]

[HUGE POP]

JI: Zarzamora just moved out of the way!

DH: Question Mark is rolling to his feet though.

[The silver masked man charges Zarzamora but the Costa Rican trips his opponent to the canvas before going for La Magistral Roll Up!]

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

JI: OH MY! PCZ has STUNNED Question Mark with a flash roll up!

DH: NOOO! He... He was holding the tights! He.. He had a hold of the ropes he...

JI: Diego..

DH: I HATE CROCODILE BOY!

[Question Mark slaps the canvas in frustration while PCZ rolls to a corner and waits.]

JI: Now we'll see who the next opponent is..

[A few moments pass before Fernando picks up the microphone.]

FR: Here is your winner and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE INTERNATIONAL LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP...

[HUGE POP]

FR: POCHO COCODRILO ZARZAMORA!!

DH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

JI: PCZ has REALLY done it! He will face the International Light Heavyweight Champion later this season for the gold!

DH: Life is soooo unfair, Jose!

[A relieved PCZ celebrates in the ring before we cut to backstage and the scowling face of STEPHANIE DELACROIX, manager and wife of the Legacy Crown holder PABLO O'CONNOR!]

SD: What is with this UNACCEPTABLE pace?!

[The camera zooms out and we see Delacroix is dressed in a cherry colored robe and is holding court over the Class of 2010!]

SD: I need all of you changed into those outfits before the main event tonight!

[She points to the floor in front of her.]

SD: Form a line here and make your way to the dressing room NOW!

[Delacroix crosses her arms and she watches as a smiling Juno passes by.]

SD: We have to do something about your blue obsession!

[Harriett passes by.]

SD: Why haven't you gotten rid of that Justin Bieber haircut yet?!

[Teresa passes by.]

SD: Work on the posture, bigger smile.

[A smiling Anna passes by and Delacroix puts an arm out, blocking her path.]

SD: STOP RIGHT THERE!

[Williams looks worried as her aunt steps out in front of her with an unhappy expression... Until the expression turns into a HUGE giddy smile.]

*HUG*

[Stephanie gives her niece a HUGE hug and Anna eats up!]

AW: Awww Auntie!

SD: I'm so proud of you, Anna!

[Valerie Bloom watches all this with a confused look.]

AW: What did I do, Auntie?

[Stephanie makes an expression of mock surprise.]

SD: What did you do?! You fought bravely in that eight woman tag match recently, took care of a special delivery for us AND.. you were very composed and lovely out there tonight during Carranza's announcement!

[Valerie mouths "what?" while Anna blushes.]

AW: It was nothing.

[Delacroix gives her niece a pat on the back.]

SD: Now, you go get dressed alright? After tonight is over we'll do that shopping trip we talked about!

AW: I can't wait, Auntie!

[Anna happily walks off and Delacroix watches her with a big smile then she turns to Valerie Bloom.]

SD: Get over here, Bloom.

[Valerie is taken aback but does as she's told. Delacroix puts her arm around Bloom's shoulders and leans in.]

SD: OK.. You have GOT to make sure that Anna looks INCREDIBLE when she walks out there tonight. No one can do the make up and styling like you can so go all out for her.

VB: OK..

SD: And do something about Juno and the blue thing already!

[Valerie rolls her eyes.]

VB: You know as well as I do, boss, that Juno is not going to give up on the blue thing.

SD: She's a pretty girl but no one notices 'cos of all the garish blue hair and make up!

VB: I know, boss! I tried after the LAST time you brought this up with me.

SD: And what about Harriett?

[Bloom sighs.]

VB: I'm making some progress on getting her to change the hair but it's baby steps.

SD: Pick it up then! Make it like toddler steps at least!

[Valerie shakes her head then nods.]

VB: Alright, alright. I'll get on it, boss.

SD: Be sure that you do! Get to it then.

[Bloom nods her head and starts walking away but stops and then turns back around.]

VB: What is the deal with us having to protect Anna all the time?

[Delacroix's eyes nearly shoot out of her head.]

SD: What the.. ?!

[Stephanie quickly looks around before shooting DEATH GLARES at Valerie.]

SD: Are you questioning my orders?!

VB: Kind of, I guess.

[Valerie gets brave.]

VB: Yeah! I am!

[Delacroix shakes a finger at her.]

SD: You better watch it, Bloom!

VB: But what is the deal?! You used to be so mean to Anna and now you want all of us to throw away our careers for her?!

[Stephanie's head nearly explodes and she once again looks around before grabbing Valerie by the arm and dragging her into a corner.]

VB: Hey! Hands off!

SD: I don't see why I have to explain myself to you! I pay all of you to do as you're told so you should do as you're told!

VB: I'm not complaining about the money and I'm not saying I WON'T do as I'm told, boss, but..

[Valerie shakes her head.]

VB: It doesn't make sense! The sky is the limit for someone like Juno! Harriett has a lot of promise and Teresa is so technically gifted in the ring, they all could be stars! Anna and me.. We're not cut from the same mold as they are. I don't see the benefit for your business and brand!

[Delacroix glares at Valerie for a few moments then sighs and makes a sad face.]

SD: Juanito died.

[Valerie makes a face.]

VB: Your dog?!

[Stephanie glares at her.]

SD: YES! My beloved pug dog!

[Bloom makes an apologetic face while raising her hands in the air.]

VB: Sorry!

[Delacroix sighs before looking away.]

SD: Pablo and me.. We put off having kids because we wanted to make the most of this career in pro wrestling. So, Juanito was like my baby but... Now that he's gone and I realize time is passing by... I don't know if I'll ever have kids.

[Stephanie wipes away at her eyes and composes herself.]

SD: Anna may be the closest I'll ever have to a child, Bloom. She's idolized me and tried to copy me all of her life and yes.. She's not the brightest girl. She's not the most gifted athlete. But...

[Delacroix jabs a thumb towards herself.]

SD: She's MY niece! She's all I got to leave everything to one day.

[Stephanie puts a hand on Valerie's shoulder and looks her directly in the eyes.]

SD: You understand don't you?!

[Valerie is struggling to contain her emotions but she swallows her tears down and nods her head. Delacroix nods back at her before raising an eyebrow.]

SD: Don't let me down, Bloom.

[They nod at each other before we cut to the announce table at ringside where Jose and Diego have some Cherry Cola products in front of them.]

JI: We here in Viva Lucha would like to take a moment to thank our sponsors... CHERRY COLA!

[Diego lifts a can of Cherry Cola to his mouth and takes a sip.]

DH: CARAMBA! Cherry Cola is SIMPLY the best, Jose!

JI: When in need for delicious refreshment, reach for Cherry Cola!

[Both men flash big smiles before we cut away to.. Well... Why don't you just WATCH!]

[YES A YOUTUBE VIDEO!! WATCHABLE VIVA LUCHA CONTENT! WATCH IT!]

https://youtu.be/6-lAk6PusQs

[PLEASE DO NOT SKIP THAT YOUTUBE LINK! WATCH IT!!!]

[We cut back to the ring and the crowd inside the VL Arena are MARKING THE F-BOMB OUT because dressed in a sleeveless skin tight green dress with green high heels and a smile that is LIGHTING UP LIVES BRIGHTER THAN TEN SUNS is maybe the most beautiful woman on the planet, MARIA JUAREZ, and she has a microphone in her hand.]

MJ: Hola, everyone!

*WINK*

[OH MY GOD HOLY MOLY RAVIOLI THE CROWD IS FREAKING OUT OVER THAT WINK POP]

MJ: Tonight for the very first time EVER in Viva Lucha I am doing my show, Maria Gets the Scoop, LIVE in the ring!

[MASSIVE SUPER DUPER POP]

MJ: And my guest is the NEW.. VIVA LUCHA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

[WHAT WE'RE GONNA' HEAR HIM TALK?!!]

MJ: Please welcome... FURY!

*GONG*

[HOLY MOLY POP]

[Angry music, (this music: https://youtu.be/D4b192nFc10 ), plays and fans leap to their feet to get a look at the brand new Viva Lucha Heavyweight Champion. The curtains part and out walks a trio. The first gentleman through the curtains is a man in his mid-forties attired in a grey suit, pale bue dress shirt. He has salt and pepper hair and a well trimmed beard. A step behind him walks a man of Moroccan decent. He has light olive skin, hazel eyes, a shaven head and well trimmed black beard, he is shirtless, revealing scars across his chest and back. And finally the newly crowned Viva Lucha Heavyweight champion, Fury. The champion is dressed for battle, a black full legged wrestling singlet with deep orange trim and a deep orange colored mask. The mask is covering the front of the his face and a number of straps attach to the mask and one another to hold it upon his bald head. The Viva Lucha Heavyweight Championship belt is drapped across his right shoulder.]

[WHAT'S GOING ON POP]

JI: Woah! That's...

DH: Caramba! What are THEY doing here?!

JI: What are they doing here WITH Fury?!!

[Maria looks LEGIT surprised at the group making their way to the ring. The three men stride towards the ring, as a few fans try to touch the champion, he turns and begins to bark obsentities towards them. A member of security quickly begins to push the fans back and the champion resumes his walk to the ring. The gentlemen in the suit and the Moroccan man enter the ring. Fury stands on the top of the ring steps and turns towards the crowd, he bellows a deep scream..]

MJ: I was expecting to interview Fury...

[Maria casts her gaze to the champion who has made his way into the ring. As she pauses the gentlemen in the suit motions for the microphone and takes it from her hand.]

Man: Maria, as well as the rest of you ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself, I am Brian J. Valentine and I am the overseer of your Viva Lucha Heavyweight Champion. I am the lone voice that speaks for your champion.

[The crowd boos loudly.]

JI: I really thought we would hear from the champion...

DH: Appears you are wrong as always.

BJV: Though I also speak for this man...

[Valentine points to the Moroccan man, who tilts his head back and stares at the arena's lights.]

BJV: He has brought savagery to the masses. He has forsaken his own soul to brutalize men on all continents. He is a harbinger of agony... this is SIMO!

[Simo quickly snaps his head down to stare at the camera, a wild look in his eyes as slowly opens his mouth allowing his bright red tongue to emerge from the darkness. Valentine smirks.]

BJV: Viva Lucha, welcome Simo to your ranks, but be prepared, he is a wild man!

[Valentine pauses and turns his attention to the Lucha Viva Heavyweight Champion.]

BJV: Now Webster's dictionary defines Fury as wild or violent anger. Well I can say that fits this man to a tee. Every time you see this man, remember that defination. Remember how you bore witness to this man...

[Valentine points at Fury, who just stands in the center of the ring, arms crossed over his massive chest.]

BJV: Disposing of every man Viva Lucha placed in his path ... remember the bones this man broke, the blood this man has caused to puddle in this ring and remember why. Remember the reason he did all of that.

[Valentine paces to the left as the camera focuses on the Viva Lucha Heavyweight Championship belt for a moment.]

BJV: Capturing that title was part of the reason, but he honestly just felt like it! He wanted to cause pain, to cause suffering. He enjoyed seeing the tears of your children run down their cheeks as they witnessed their idols being taken apart piece by piece.

[The fans once again boo Valentine.]

BJV: There's a new era here in Viva Lucha!

[Valentine motions to his charges and laughs as he hands the microphone back to Maria and the three men exit the ring.]

JI: WOW! Brian J. Valentine is here in Viva Lucha and is apparently the manager of our newly crowned Heavyweight Champion and he has brought Simo with him!

DH: So, Fury has gotten even MORE dangerous somehow, is what you are telling me, Jose?!

JI: Si?

DH: CARAMBA!

[We find ourselves backstage. The camera notices that "The Duke" William Phillips, Angus Ward, and Duncan Taylor are standing near a group of masked luchadors. The first is Senor Tambourine, he is wearing a yellow mask with white trim around the eye holes and mouth cut out. Next to him is Slam Dunk who is a short luchador with a volleyball in his hands.]

AW: Look at these two freaks?

[The Monarchy have themselves a good laugh.]

DT: What, did you scare your mother with those hideous faces?

WP: Can I borrow your face for a few days? My arse is going on a holiday!

[The two luchador's look at one another as Monarchy continue to throw childish insults.]

AW: See, this is what I meant by dark and handsome. When it's dark, these two are handsome!

[The two luchadors decide enough is enough as they take a step forward.]

DT: What are you two going to do?

[Knowing that the numbers are not on their side, they shake their head and walk off. The Monarchy turn shaking their heads continuing to walk through the hallways.]

WP: This is what I was talking about guys. This place is just infected with guys like that. It's our duty to put an end to this.

DT: We are here to serve and join you on this crusade, Duke.

[The three continue to walk and they notice one more masked luchador. A chubby man wearing a black button up shirt, with long black tights and black ring boots wears a white kabuki-themed mask. On top of his mask is a messy wig.]

AW: Another cockroach!

DT: This guy has a face only a mother can love ... BUT, even she hates it!

[More laughs are had. The luchador known as Disintegration puffs his chest out surprised by the sudden insults.]

WP: Another tough guy, boys. I say we teach this punk a lesson right here and right now.

[Disintegration holds his hands up saying he doesn't want any trouble.]

AW: I've seen people like this guy before ... but I had to pay admission!

[Angus crack lighten's the mood as Phillips and Taylor begin to laugh again. Disintegration takes that moment and rushes off away from the bullies, Monarchy.]

WP: Oh well, it's probably better that he ran off. We have better things to do anyways.

[The three men continue to walk a little bit more, but they turn the corner and stop in their tracks, slightly taken aback by what they see: A throne chair made up of computer parts, wires, various electronics and junk. Standing on either side of the throne chair are the face-painted duo decked out in metallic silver gear known as Cy-Force, but sitting in the chair, with all three of the AWESOME looking Viva Lucha Trios Championship belts in his lap is the face painted lucha legend with metallic gold and silver gear and a crown of junk upon his head.. CYBORG KING! Monarchy take in the scene for a moment before sneers creep upon their faces.]

DT: Whoa ... look at these guys! Instead of a mask's covering their hideous faces they decided to play finger paint on each other.

WP: You call yourself a king? What a joke, I serve real royalty. My family lineage is royalty. Looking at you sitting on that throne is a slap in the Queen's face.

[Monarchy stands tall as Cyborg King slowly turns to look at them from up on his throne chair. His expression is stoic as he watches them for a moment before chuckling with a small smile and returning to looking straight ahead instead of at the British trio.]

DT: Don't show our great Duke disrespect!

AW: Hey are you dumb and stupid. The Duke is talking to you.

[As Duncan and Angus shout towards the Cyborg King one of the loyal henchmen of the Cy-Force steps forward and grabs Angus Ward.]

*GRAB*

[Cyborg King puts a hand on Cy02's shoulder and pulls him back. With a motion from his leader's head Cy02 goes back to his place at the side of the throne chair while Cyborg King leans forward and holds up two fingers on his right hand towards Phillips.]

CK: Two shows from now, I will see you in the ring.

[The words are simple, but they are not to the Monarchy's satisfaction.]

WP: Coward! The Monarchy stands here ready to defend our queen's honor _TONIGHT_!

[Duncan Taylor and Angus Ward are ready to strike, but the Duke holds his hand up calming his loyal subjects.]

WP: Why don't you get off your pretend throne and join us in the ring right now!

[The king of the cyborgs sits back in his throne chair and shakes his head.]

CK: Tonight is no good. Plans for tonight.

[He holds up the two fingers again.]

CK: Two shows from now, we face in the ring you descendant of royalty.

WP: That's what I thought. Pretender of the throne ... King of the Cowards. This gives you plenty of time to re-evaluate your disrespect to real royalty. In two shows I expect you to join me in the ring and kneel kissing my boot.

[A sly grin forms across the Duke's lips.]

WP: And if you don't?

[Phillips turns and points to the Order of the Monarchy.]

WP: Duncan and Angus will FORCE you.

[The three men laugh and turn and storm off. Cyborg King watches them walk away and then motions for his minions to come closer and the three begin whispering before we cut away to a different hallway. We hear a lot of commotion and it's not long before we see Emanuel Gonzalo Carranza briskly walking towards our view in the hallway! We follow him now and arrive at a scene with a bunch of security guards struggling with a massive man!]

EGC: What is this?! What is going on here?!

[The guards stop struggling but keep a firm human wall in place as the large man lifts his head and Carranza jumps back.]

EGC: BLUE SAMSON?!

[Indeed, the former KOW King of Kings Unified World Heavyweight Champion is there with a blue bandana on his head, white leather jacket and a very angry expression on his face.]

BS: That's right, Carranza! I want a word with you!

[Carranza studies Samson for a moment before flashing an arrogant smile.]

EGC: Do you? That is too bad since I don't have time for you.

[Samson tries to make his way through the guards but they hold the human wall firm.]

EGC: Stop it!

[The guards relax but don't break the human wall. Carranza rolls his eyes.]

EGC: Look, Samson.. I am a busy man! If we could talk you would have very little time to speak with me anyways so you may as well say what you want to say right here and ...

[Carranza looks at his watch.]

EGC: Right now.

[Samson grits his teeth angrily but tries to calm down.]

BS: I want a shot at Fury and the Viva Lucha Heavyweight Championship!

[The guards and Carranza all look at Samson as if he was completely insane.]

EGC: You... WANT to fight Fury?

[Samson nods his head angrily.]

BS: You bet I do!

[Carranza has an incredulous look on his face as he shakes his head.]

EGC: Did losing your championship give you a death wish?! You have so much of a career still to have! Why would you want this?

BS: To take the Viva Lucha Heavyweight Championship away from here! To deprive YOU and your promotion the way you deprived MY promotion of our top championship!

[The Viva Lucha boss shoots a death glare at Samson and takes two steps forwards before flashing a little smile with dark eyes.]

EGC: Let me make one thing clear to you, Samson. You will NEVER fight for the Viva Lucha Heavyweight Championship! You will NEVER fight in MY arena ever again! Now...

[Carranza does a dismissive motion with his hand.]

EGC: One of you call the police and make sure this trespasser is kicked off my property! VAMANOS!

[The boss quickly walks away while Samson emits a gutteral roar as he struggles with the guards again. We cut to ringside and Jose and Diego.]

JI: Ladies and gentlemen we have seen a lot of surprises tonight! Emanuel Gonzalo Carranza..

DH: Our boss.

JI: Announced that our next show would be a LADIES NIGHT special with a one night tournament, La Reina del el Centro, to crown a number one contender for the JPWF Women's World Championship!

DH: He also made a match FOR the pink belt, Jose!

JI: Yes, Goblin Queen will defend against Gloria Butler as part of our ladies night special! Then there was a gauntlet match to determine a number one contender for the Internaional Light Heavyweight Championship and Pocho Cocodrilo Zarzamora was left standing at the end as the winner!

DH: Crocodile boy gets his second shot at the belt, we will see if it goes any better for him.

JI: Maria Juarez's interview with the Viva Lucha Heavyweight Champion, Fury, became an interview with Brian J. Valentine, the now revealed MANAGER of Fury, who also has the deadly SIMO with him!

DH: It has been quite the night, Jose!

JI: And it is about to get bigger because up next.. It's time for the Legacy Crown Match! Let's go to Fernando!

[Fernando Rodriguez, in his garish white tuxedo with Pepto Bismol pink polka dots and green bow tie, is in the ring with the microphone while the black masked referee is in a corner looking at his fingernails.]

FR: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is time for.. OUR MAIN EVENT!

[BIG POP and then the lights dim and a spinning Cherry Cola bottle is projected onto the curtains as a countdown starts..]

ONE

TWO

THREE

*BOOM*

[A small amount of pyro goes off and then the hard rocking Midnight Gypsies cover of "Girl From Ipanema" plays over the PA and fans LEAP TO THEIR FEET as the curtains part and out walks Juno Takayama, dressed in a metallic gold dress with matching gold boots, carrying the JPWF World Heavyweight Championship in one arm and the FCWF World Heavyweight Championship in the other. Harriett Morrison follows, dressed similarly, and holding the UWF Rampage Championship in one arm, the UWF Meltdown Championship in the other and the UWF Unified Television Championship around her waist. Teresa Villa, also dressed in the gold outfit, follows with the Los Locos Lucha Libre World Heavyweight Championship in one arm and the Old School Hard Knocks Wrestling Heavyweight Championship in the other. Valerie Bloom, also in the gold outfit, follows with the International Fighting Championshp in one arm and Cherry Cola's World Heavyweight Championship in the other. Anna Williams, looking SPECTACULAR in this outfit, is holding the Toad Trophy high in the air with the Kings Of Wrestling King Of Kings Unified World Heavyweight Championship around her waist behind them.]

DH: WOAH!

JI: That's the Class of 2010!

DH: Look at all the treasures they hold, Jose!

JI: The Legacy Crown is a collection the likes of which we have NEVER seen in our sport ever!

[The POP gets LOUDER because Stephanie Delacroix walks out in an elaborate metallic gold colored dress with her MBC Olympics Gold medal around her neck and the PVW World Heavyweight Championship in her arms. Pablo O'Connor follows after her in a pretty cool looking gold colored boxing robe with lots of intricate designs adorning it. Kobus DeVries, their stoic bodyguard, follows behind them in his usual charcoal colored suit with cherry colored sunglasses.]

FR: Introducing first.. The LEGACY CROWN CHAMPION.. "The Up All Night"... PABLO O'CONNOR!

[The Class of 2010 climb into the ring, no small feat with their attire and all the belts and trophies, and are joined by Delacroix and O'Connor. Pablo and Stephanie strike a pose while KdV keeps watch outside the ring and the VL Arena... THEY KIND OF MARK OUT!]

DH: Look at all the gold, Jose!

JI: We won't repeat ourselves, Diego, but yes.. Seeing the L-Crown in all it's glory like this is truly something special!

DH: I doubt that they are through adding to the collection either.

JI: No doubt there will be more championshps coming to this collection!

[O'Connor and Delacroix share a quick kiss before Stephanie goes for the microphone in Fernando's hand.]

SD: Tonight, good people of el Centro, you shall see the RICHEST prize in all of professional wrestling defended in this very ring!

[BIG POP]

SD: We have randomly chosen an opponent from Viva Lucha to challenge so.. BRING FORTH THE CHALLENGER!

[POP]

DH: I wonder who it will be?

JI: No se.

[Some moments pass before music, (this music: https://youtu.be/C11fAGXGbB4 ), plays over the PA and the fans.. JUMP TO THEIR FEET!]

JI: That's the music of Professor Where!

DH: WOW! This new Professor is no push over, Jose!

JI: Indeed!

[The curtains part and out walks a smiling Mary Sue, wearing tight black pants with a black jacket over a white blouse, and Professor Where, dressed in his blank tights and purple jacket. The Professor points his light stick at the fans while cracking a smile and he and Mary share a nod of their heads as they make their way towards the ring.]

DH: Jose, Professor Where has THE opportunity of a LIFETIME tonight!

JI: No doubt about it!

[Where and Mary enter the ring and they look VERY excited and pumped up for this match. The Class of 2010 exit the ring with the large collection while Pablo takes off his robe to reveal white trunks with gold trim and a gold star on the back along with white and gold knee pads and ring boots. The ominious black metallic knee brace stands out on his right leg. Delacroix begins to leave the ring before sharing a look with O'Connor who leans back in a corner and then she spins around with a smile and the microphone still in her hands.]

SD: Oh, I forgot to mention something! This match is also a TWO ON ONE HANDICAP MATCH!

[BOOS erupt as the smiles drop from Mary's and Where's faces and..]

*SMACK*

*THUDD*

[The Professor is WALLOPED from behind by the MASSIVE KdV as Mary, and Delacroix, scramble out of the ring and the referee calls for the bell.]

*DING*

********************************************************** Legacy Crown Championship Match: [2 on 1 Handicap Rules] Tecnico: Professor Where vs Rudo: (c)Pablo O'Connor & KdV **********************************************************

[LOUD BOOS]

*THUD*

JI: Well, I guess we should have known there would be a catch.

DH: Si.

[KdV stomps away at Where while O'Connor stretches in a corner. Mary Sue starts to complain when a very LOUD and IRATE Stephanie Delacroix jumps in her face screaming that "No one is breaking the rules" amongst other things.]

JI: Considering Delacroix has the Class of 2010 with her outside the ring it appears Mary Sue is up against it tonight.

DH: I wouldn't mess with Stephanie Delacroix, that is for sure!

[Mary IS backing off as she is not blind to the situation. Inside the ring Where is trying to catch his breath before he is yanked up into the air like a rag doll and slung over the bodyguard's shoulders. KdV looks to O'Connor who motions towards the middle of the ring before ... ]

*WHAM*

*THUDD*

JI: What a powerslam!

DH: CARAMBA!

[As Where holds his back and rolls over onto his stomach with a grimace he doesn't have much time to recover because..]

*THUD*

[O'Connor drops a knee braced knee across his back!]

[BOOS]

JI: This is going to be an outright two on one beating tonight.

DH: Verdad, Jose. Verdad!

[Mary wants to interject but Delacroix casts a glare at her and she just rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Meanwhile KdV is holding Where down stomach first against the canvas while O'Connor measures him out for another...]

*THUD*

[BOOS]

JI: Those knee brace drops are going to cause big injuries if this keeps up!

DH: Not like the referee can really do anything, Jose.

JI: Si, the rules allow for both of them to attack Where at the same time.

[Anna Williams and Stephanie Delacroix are laughing it up as they watch Pablo order KdV to pick Where up and hold his arms behind his back. The referee watches intently as O'Connor runs off the ropes and..]

*SMACK*

[BOOS]

JI: Where took ALL of that kneebraced knee in the midsection!

DH: That big guy will not let him fall though!

[The black masked official nods his head, seemingly approving of this action. Mary goes to protest but throws her hands up and laughs a bit in disbelief at what is going on. KdV makes sure Where stays on his feet so he can eat ANOTHER kneebraced knee to the midsection before letting him fall to the canvas.]

JI: Let's not forget that on our last episode Professor Where went through a WAR in the Trios Championship Three Way match! This beating on top of that one could set him back a good piece here in Viva Lucha.

DH: I just wonder how long this beating can go on, Jose. The man can only take so much!

[With Where down on the canvas O'Connor leans against the ropes and motions for KdV to do something so the big man adjusts his sunglasses before running off the ropes and charging towards Where and...]

*LEAP*

*ROLL*

*THUD*

[HUGE POP]

JI: OH MY! Professor Where moved out of the way of that big splash by their bodyguard!

DH: Wow!

[Outside the ring Mary Sue ERUPTS into cheers and yells encouragements to her charge! O'Connor shakes his head as he watches KdV struggle to his knees and Where pull himself to his feet. Mary slaps the ring apron and yells more encouragements when Stephanie Delacroix marches over and gets in her face.]

[OOOH POP]

JI: Oh boy!

DH: This will be interesting!

[Delacroix has A LOT of unpleasant things to say towards Mary but the curly haired blonde manager of Professor Where rolls her eyes and waves her hand for Delacroix to go away. Anna Williams surprises everyone by then jumping ALL UP in Mary Sue's face! The two of them start arguing in earnest!]

JI: The niece of Stephanie Delacroix, Anna Williams, now getting into it with Mary Sue!

DH: The other ladies are going over there too, Jose!

[Valerie Bloom arrives quickly with the rest of the Class of 2010 not far behind as things get REALLY heated between Anna and Mary until Mary has had enough and she rears her hand back and...]

*GRAB*

*SMACK*

[BIG POP]

DH: CARAMBA!

JI: Valerie Bloom PULLED Wiliams out of the way and ATE that slap by Mary!

DH: Mary better get out of there!

[A VERY angry Harriett with Juno and Teresa behind her now jump up to Mary Sue who quickly backs down and stumbles against the guard railing and throws her hands in the air in a symbol of surrender with a slightly frightened look on her face!]

JI: A lot of drama outside the ring right now!

DH: Even Where is paying attention to it!

[Professor Where is calling from the ring for Mary to run away from the angry Class of 2010 members and doesn't notice that KdV is back on his feet and popping his knuckles.]

DH: He probably should be paying attention to behind him though.

JI: Si.

[KdV grabs Where from behind, spins him around and yanks him high in the air before..]

*SPIN*

*THUDABOOOM*

JI: WHAT A SPINEBUSTER BY THE BIG MAN!

DH: So much IMPACT on that, Jose!

[Outside the ring Delacroix yells for the Class of 2010 to back away from Mary and they reluctantly do so. Stephanie herself steps towards the manager and with a BIG evil smile motions for her to watch the in ring action as KdV pulls a very dazed Professor Where to a seated position, holding him in place while O'Connor winks at the crowd before charging..]

*CRACKADOOM*

[BIG BOOS]

JI: THE CHERRY COLA SMASH!

DH: Well, at least it will be over for Where. It can not get worse, can it?

[O'Connor nonchalantly puts a boot on the chest of the KO'd Where as the referee makes the count..]

ONE! TWO! THREE!

*DING DING DING*

FR: Here is your winner and STILL Legacy Crown Champion... PABLO O'CONNOR!

[Delacroix cackles as she waves bye bye towards Mary Sue before climbing into the ring with the Class of 2010 scrambling to gather all the belts and trophy. O'Connor kisses his wife and the two of them pose as the Class of 2010 bring in all of the spectacular collection known as the Legacy Crown into the ring.]

JI: Well at least we got to see the L-Crown.

DH: It is a pretty amazing collection, Jose. Those fans in Toronto are LUCKY! They get to see the L-Crown on a regular basis!

[O'Connor, Delacroix, KdV and the Class of 2010 leave the ring and head to the back taking all the sparkly belts and outfits with them. Mary Sue climbs into the ring and helps Where up to a seated position as he begins to stir and come to.]

JI: And if nothing else, like you said Diego, at least it is over for these two and it can't get any worse.

DH: Si.

*FLICKER*

[GASP]

*FLICKER*

DH: Que?!

JI: Apologies to our viewers..

*FLICKER*

JI: It appears the lights are flickering off and on here.

DH: Maybe it is our eyes adjusting to all the glow from those belts not being here any more.

*BNK*

[WOAH POP]

DH: Or the lights just went out.

JI: Could be a technical issue.

DH: Maybe it is Question Mark again.

JI: Possibly but.. I'm not sure why he would-

*BNK*

[HOLY MOLY OH MY GOD POP]

JI: WHAT THE?!

DH: CARAMBA!

[The lights come back on to reveal Not OK Boss, Hecho en Mexico and Instruments of Destruction now inside the ring surrounding a VERY startled Professor Where and Mary Sue!]

JI: IT'S THE ROBOT KINGDOM!

DH: But the war is over! Right, Jose?!

JI: The Cyborg Kingdom WON the war on our last show!

*GRAB*

[OH POOP POP]

[The two large fighters dressed as Galvatron and Starscream known as Instruments of Destruction grab Professor Where and DRAG him to the ropes!]

JI: This is not good!

DH: Si!

[Hecho en Mexico stand behind Mary Sue as she watches the Instruments of Destruction tie Professor Where's arms in the ropes and hold him in place.]

JI: They've tied his arms into the ropes but for what?!

DH: Oh no.

JI: Que?

DH: Jose.. Remember the Trios championship match!

JI: What about it?

DH: Remember what.. What Mary did in it!

JI: She...

*GRAB*

[AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CROWD PANICK]

[Hecho en Mexico grab Mary Sue and yank her to her feet and she begins thrashing and kicking about!]

JI: Oh.. No.

DH: Si.

[Not OK Boss looks back at Professor Where who's eyes have grown very wide.]

JI: No they.... They can't....

[Where begins shaking his head in a wild panick and struggles against the ropes and against the two large masked men holding him in place.]

JI: They WOULDN'T do something to Mary Sue!

DH: Have you forgotten everything we have seen this psycho do through the years, Jose?!

[Not OK Boss begins to cackle before quickly turning towards Mary and yanking her away from his minions grasps and scooping her up before setting up for...]

[MAJOR SUPER DUPER PANICK POP]

JI: NO THEY CAN'T DO THIS! THEY CAN'T...

*BOOMATHUDADOOMATHUDDDD*

[AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE]

JI: NO! NO!

DH: MADRE Y DIOS!

[PERHAPS THE MOST MASSIVE BOOS IN THE HISTORY OF VIVA LUCHA]

JI: NOT OK BOSS JUST HIT EL MARTINETE ON MARY SUE!

DH: I knew it was coming, Jose but... MADRE Y DIOS! MALDITOS!

[Professor Where is crying out Mary's name and thrashing about wildly but he can't break free from the ropes or the grips of the Instruments of Destruction. Mary Sue lays on the canvas motionless and Not OK Boss begins to cackle softly.]

[INCREDIBLE SEAR YOUR FACE OFF BOOS]

[His cackling gets louder as he stands up and then he raises an arm towards the entrance way and motions with his hands.]

JI: What MORE can he have planned?! He may have caused permanent injury to Mary Sue's neck with the most DANGEROUS move in all of lucha libre!

DH: No se!

[To the UTTER AND TOTAL SURPRISE AND SHOCK of everyone music plays, (this music: https://youtu.be/wjD0vvVwZeQ ), and walking out from the back are Cy-Force and Cyborg King with the Viva Lucha Trios Championships aka.. THE CYBORG KINGDOM?!]

JI: WHAT THE [MEEP] IS GOING ON?!!

DH: CARAMBA!

[Cyborg King stops and motions for his minions to go to the ring. Cy-Force hurry towards the ring before sliding under the ropes and approaching Not OK Boss slowly. Not OK Boss gives a small nod before motioning towards the prone Mary Sue. Cy-Force nod towards him and then PICK UP MARY SUE AND CARRY HER OUT OF THE RING!]

[WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW POP]

JI: MADRE Y DIOS! HAS THE WORLD GONE CRAZY?!!

DH: I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING ANY MORE IN THIS LIFE, JOSE! CARAMBA!

[Professor Where is BESIDE himself with anger and despair as he watches them carry Mary Sue up the entrance ramp towards Cyborg King. The King of the Cyborgs produces a microphone and points towards Not OK Boss.]

CK: Truce... Accepted!

[WHAT THE WHAT POP]

[Cyborg King and Not OK Boss nod their heads towards one another. Cyborg King then looks in the direction of Professor Where.]

CK: Do not worry. We will make her... better!

[A smile grows on Cyborg King's face before he and Cy-Force disappear to backstage with Mary Sue in their arms. Not OK Boss begins cackling like a complete and total MAD MAN and then...]

*BNK*

[The lights go out.]

JI: My God..

DH: Dios mio.

*BNK*

[The lights return and Professor Where is by himself in the ring, still tied up in the ropes, and no sign of the Robot Kingdom anywhere.]

[HOLY MOLY EGADS POP]

JI: What just happened?!

DH: I think the Robot Kingdom made a deal with the Cyborg Kingdom to get the worst kind of revenge, Jose!

[In the ring Professor Where screams an incoherent gutteral scream as he tries to free himself before he begins crying in despair.]

JI: As long as I live I have NEVER seen anything as awful as what we just witnessed tonight!

DH: Caramba, Jose. Caramba.

[We watch Professor Where despairing before we cut to inside the office of Emanuel Gonzalo Carranza. El jefe messes with his cell phone before putting it to his ear and waiting for an answer.]

EGC: So, what is the latest on the matter Ms. Martinez put you and the boys on earlier.

[Carranza listens for a few moments before a smile grows on his face.]

EGC: Excellent! I knew I could count on my boys!

[He chuckles and then raises an eyebrow.]

EGC: Actually, there is another matter I would like you boys to look into. See, I heard something very interesting in the ring tonight about the destruction of a very prestigious championship and it left me wanting an answer to a question.

[Carranza leans forward in his chair with an evil grin.]

EGC: What is the legal status of the MBC Women's World Championship?

[Cheshire cat smile before we cut to black.]

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