(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn)
BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah
" WE WANT LUCHA !!!! (clap, clap, clap) WE WANT LUCHA!!!!
Matt Striker - “
Welcome back to The Temple! Greetings and salutations, I'm Matt Striker al-. “
Don Callis - “
Along side, myself....the wrestling genius... Don Callis and OUR partner, Lucha Underground legend...VAMPIRO! “
Vampiro(caught off guard)- “
Thanks? "
Don Callis - “
Bear with him, folks! First show jitters. WE have an amazing show tonight and we're going to get right to it, but first .....(in a nonchalant voice)
introduce the band, Matthew. “
Matt Striker- (after a quick uncomfortable chuckle). “
Tonight the boys of FIGURE FOUR will be rocking The Temple, Don. The fol- “
Don Callis (talking over Striker)- “
Great job, Matt ! Welcome back to the Temple, believers! . “
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn)
BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah
" CHIPS ON SHOULDERS "
(Mariachi Horns)
Na Na Na Naaaaaaaaaa
Dario Cueto sits behind his desk with an inquisitive look on his face. As a pale orange light leaks in from the windows above his head, Cueto carefully takes the high ball glass in front him and swirls the brown liquid in the bottom of the glass. He takes a sip and squints his eyes in appreciation before refocusing his gaze on the man across from him.
Dario Cueto - “
I appreciate you answering the call and coming here to my temple, Mr. Deppen. I've seen your matches, and I must say… I'm happy you are here. You seem to have the proper…how do you say it….uuuu….CHIP on your shoulder. ”
The camera flips over to the man sitting across from Lucha Underground's matchmaker.
Tony Deppen wears an annoyed look on his face; despite nodding in agreement with the man across the desk from him. He leans back in his seat with his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He stares intently at Cueto for a few awkward moments. Cueto waits for Deppen to speak, but quietly shrugs and takes another sip of his drink. After a few tense seconds, Cueto places the glass carefully down on his desk and leans forward to address Deppen.
Dario Cueto (grinning broadly) - “
You're a man of few words. I like that. You’re a quiet professional WITH a chip on his shoulder, ehhh? “
Deppen squares himself and sits up straighter.
Tony Deppen - “
A chip on my shoulder? I’m not sure about that. I'm a professional. I want to get paid well for what I can do in a wrestling ring. It seems you have an opening and I'm MORE than available to grab the money you’re offering, Dario. "
Dario Cueto (shrugging and holding his hands up apologetically) - “
My mistake. Maybe I misread the situation. I can offer you payday, of course…. I just assumed you were here to gain something more.”
Cueto trails out absently as Deppen leans in and places both of his hands on his desk before speaking.
Tony Deppen- “
I’m not falling for it, Dario. People have used all sort of reasons to keep me from getting more money. You think you're the first one to play to my pride? You think you can TRICK me or something? Really? “
Dario Cueto (getting annoyed ) - “
Fine. ( uncomfortable silence as he glares at Deppen)
I tell you what I've got the perfect opportunity for you to earn ten grand. How does that sound? “
Deppen- “
I've already established that. Who do I have to beat to earn that? ”
Cueto picks up the phone on his desk and pushes a button.
Dario Cueto - “
I’m glad you asked. Yes?....(silence as Cueto listens for a few seconds)
Good. Send him in. “
He places the receiver back on the handle and smirks knowingly at Deppen. The door behind Deppen swings openly and loudly smacks against the wall. A serious
Chavo Guerrero saunters into the room. He calmly runs his hand through his mustache and goatee with his palm and gives Dario Cuerto his most plastic fake smile. Cuerto motions for him to take the chair beside Deppen.
Chavo Guerrero (smiling broadly at Deppen as he casually plops down in the chair) - “
Hey. What’s up kid? You all right? “
Deppen flushes at Chavo being friendly and visually looks surprised. He fidgets for a few seconds before finally glaring at Cueto and nodding his head defiantly.
Tony Deppen- “
I don't have a problem beating HIM for ten grand. If you think you can just wheel in a stunt coordinator SLASH the weakest member of the Guerrero family and throw me off my game.. BOTH of you have lost your damned minds. “
Cueto chuckles at Deppen’s outburst and raises his eyebrows as he stares at Chavo Guerrero. Guerro rolls his eyes and begins chuckling as if Deppen’s were meant in jest. Deppen stares indignantly at both men; his gaze flitting from one man to the other in frustration and annoyance.
Dario Cueto- “
I LOVE this guy. You see Chavito… you were just like him when I debuted this temple over a decade ago. Do you remember? “
Chavo’s grin vanishes slowly as he realizes that Cueto is referencing his first loss in Lucha Underground. Deppen seems confused, but stares intently at Cueto as he continues.
Dario Cueto- “
I remember, Chavito. You sat right there in that same chair and grinned when I told you that you’d be facing Blue Demon Jr in the opening match all those years ago. So confident…so excitedÂ…so….arrogant. “
Cueto takes a sip of his drink and smiles as Chavo leans forward and begins to glare at him intently.
Dario Cueto - “
And you lost. In fact, you didn't just lose…you gave up. You quit. Isn’t that right? “
Chavo looks away from the two men beside him; obviously annoyed and embarrassed. He spends a few moments collecting himself before cooly answering Cueto.
Chavo Guerrero - “
Yeah. I gave up, but I think you’re forgetting something…. I went on to win my next FOUR matches and qualify for Ultimate Lucha. You forgot that I sent Blue Demon Jr. to the hospital two weeks later! " (Chavo catches himself and takes a deep breath to reign in his emotions. He closes his eyes and seems to calm himself before speaking again.) “
I'm sorry. To answer your question, I did give up that night. Yes, that's what happened.”
Dario Cueto (smiles knowingly at Chavo before staring at Deppen) - “
You see? Having a chip isn't a bad thing for business. Get over yourself and use it OR let it eat you up. I don’t care either way. I just need you to give me a good match Mr. Deppen. Do we have an understanding? “
Tony Deppen looks at both men with an expression of annoyance, bewilderment and disgust before suddenly standing and quickly making his way to the door. As he blows by Chavo …
Tony Deppen- “
Just have my money ready after the match okay? “
Cueto chuckles at Deppen’s discomfort and openly laughs as he runs out of the office. Chavo begins to laugh along, but Cueto gives him a withering look.
Dario Cueto- “
I’m glad you think this is funny, Chavito. Understand me … you were not invited back to be a nostalgia act. You are a ruthless bastard that will do what needs to be done to collect a paycheck. That type of attitude has always served The Temple well. It doesn't mean I like you. Now…GET OUT. “
He flicks his head towards the door and cradles his glass in both hands before taking another sip. As he appreciates the flavor, Lucha Underground's matchmaker leans back comfortably in his chair. Chavo glowers at the promoter darkly before silently standing and sauntering out of the office.
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn)
BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah
| | |
| vs. | |
Tony Deppen | | Chavo Guerrero |
Both men circle each other with a paulible intensity before violently locking up in the collar and elbow tie up. Both men strain against one another before Chavo uses a modified grip to slide Deppen’s arms into a standing arm lock. Deppen grunts in pain and Chavo expertly uses his leverage to bridge Deppen’s back uncomfortably backwards. As Deppen strains, Chavo beams at the camera and winks.
Matt Striker - “
The ever confident Chavo once again walking the walk as he talks the talk. “
Vampiro - “
I don’t think thats the way that goes, Matt. “
Matt Striker - “
Whatever, I think it was close to enough. If you don’t get my statement; you get my meaning. Chavo is a very smug luchadore. “
Vampiro - “
Why didn’t you just say that? He's a bastard. No doubt. “
Don Callis - “
Hey! Striker, after this broadcast I’m going to need you to take a drug test WITH cause. Your English is as confusing as your Spanish. At this point, we’ve got to start eliminating possibilities. “
Vampiro - “
Hold up, Don- “
Don Callis (continuing on and barreling through Vampiro’s protest) - “
Vampiro… read this. “
Callis casually shows Vampiro the face of his phone. Vampiro reads the contents and the broadcast goes dead air for a few tense seconds. As the audience is left to ponder what is happening off screen, Deppen manages to power back up to the standing position and wrestle his way through Chavo’s defense to a standing side headlock.
Matt Striker (unsteadily) - “
Tony Deppen showing is wrestling prowess by outwrestling a veteran luchador like Chavo Guerrero….”
As Matt Striker calls the action, Vampiro remains mysteriously silent. Don Callis fills the void with his own brand of color commentary that is overly critical of both competitors, puts himself over and frequently comments on Striker's calls and observations in a condescending tone. Vampiro’s silence becomes more pronounced as Striker frequently opens spots for his opinion to only be met with more silence.
Inside the ring, Chavo’s tricks and over-confidence are frequently thwarted by Deppen’s savvy and grappling. The match plays out with Chavo being the aggressor, but Deppen countering every offensive with his superior grappling and ring generalship. Deppen always seems to be a step ahead of his veteran opponent, but nothing he does ever threatens to put away the second generation luchador.
Deppen takes control of the match when he sidesteps a short-arm clothesline attempt and drops to the mat with a low kick that takes Chavo’s leg out from under him. The severely unbalanced Chavo lands roughly to the mat and lifelessly lies under the bottom rope for a few uneasy seconds.
The referee manages to push Deppen away to a neutral corner to check on Chavo. Chavo numbly stirs on the mat and weakly attempts to shake his head as he rises to one elbow.
The referee,
Marty Elias, is quickly by Chavo’s side and asks him some very pointed questions as he asertanes the wrestler’s faculties. Guerrero immediately recognizes what is going on and urgently assures the official that “ He is fine”. Elias skeptically nods and backs away, but as he does Deppen pushes by him and continues his assault.
Matt Striker - “
I understand The Temple is all about violence, but it looks like Chavo is on unsteady ground. “
Vampiro (from out of nowhere in an emotionless voice) - “
He’s out, Matt. “
Don Callis (sarcaticaly)- “
Hey! Look who decided to finally start doing his job again! “
The show goes uncomfortably dead for a few painful seconds. In the ring, Chavo is attempting to cover up and protect himself, but Deppen is having his way with the veteran. The match appears over when Deppen connects with a brutal knee trembler that sends Chavo face-first onto the mat.
Don Callis (his voice muffled / the microphone has been pulled away) - “
I tell you what Vampiro. You can read more texts and be fined a few more thousand dollars or you can do your damn job. Make up your mind ! “
Matt Striker - “
Deppen goes for the cover. ONE…TWO…NOOOOOO! I cannot believe it. Tony Deppen should have gotten a victory there. I can't believe Chavo kicked out. WHAT A SHOW OF HEART. “
Vampiro (almost whispering in that same emotionless voice) - “
It’s not a show of heart. It's that chip on his shoulder……..(trailing off). “
Don Callis (obnoxiously) - “
Whatever it is. Kudos for this (in a dismissive tone)
ring veteran for sucking it up to take more punishment. I tell you what though. This Deppen guy is showing something. What do you think of the chip on his shoulder, Vampiro? “
Vampiro (the same emotionless tone but in a normal volume of voice) - “
It will cost them both. Trust me. “
Callis laughs mockingly at Vampiro’s words as Striker pushes forward and continues to call the match as Deppen’s face breaks out in an evil grin as his confidence grows. A welt over Chavo’s left eye is growing larger and he is breathing heavily from his mouth. He still gamely fights on, but Deppen is easily avoiding and countering his offense.
The match is brought to an end when Chavo walks into a stiff springboard dropkick that almost takes Guerrero out of his boots. Deppen confidently covers the lifeless Chavo and stares awkwardly into the camera with a look that Deppens thinks portrays confidence but instead projects … weirdness?
Winner
Tony Deppen
via pinfall at 5:15
Matt Striker - “
I don’t know what that look means, but I know what that victory just earned Tony Deppen. “
Vampiro - “
Ten thousand dollars is nothing to sneeze at. “
Don Callis - “
I think we can all agree on that, for once. Tony Deppen showed me something tonight . “
" START YOUR ENGINES "
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn)
BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah
A hard cut takes the audience to the Lucha Underground locker room.
Ivelisse has one boot on the weight bench as she adjusts her laces. A long dark shadow enters the scene and causes the “Queen of the Road” to look up. The annoyance on her face is evident as she recognizes
Dario Cueto as he strolls in with an oily smile painted across his face.
Dario Cueto- “
Ahhhhhhhh Ivelisse. You have no idea how excited I am to see that you have answered the call. I was hoping to see you again in this temple. How are you my dear? “
Ivelisse (with a skeptical look ) - “
You know I couldn't say ‘no’, Dario. Whats your deal? I thought we had an understanding? “
Cueto steps back with a wounded look on his face as he mockingly grabs his chest.
Dario Cueto - “
I understand your discomfort, but you did owe me favor. If I recall, it was a pretty big one. “
Ivelisse (looking both ways to make sure no one is listening ) - “
I know what I owed you and why, Dario. Believe meÂ… I frigging know. “
Dario Cueto - “
Don’t be this way. You are just here to do what you do best…. kick ass and make money. Thats not so bad is it? “
Ivelisse looks away for a few tense moments. She is clearly skeptical of what the promoter is offering, but is also clearly anxious about a prior situation between them. She quickly locks eyes with Dario.
Ivelisse (icely ) - “
Who do you want me to wrestle, Dario? Let's get to it. “
Dario Cueto - “
This is still the temple. I appreciate you acknowledging that. Your first opponent is a world class fighter. She’s competed and trained with the best in mixed martial arts community. She’s a world class grappler, a deadly striker and its been said she regularly tapped champions in their training sessions. She’s no joke. “
Ivelisse (stands and walks by Cueto ) - “
I’m not laughing. I want my ten thousand in cash. I don’t trust your people or you with my banking information. “
Without another glance, "The Baddest Bitch in Lucha Underground "confidently strolls into the shadows. As she does, Dario gives a tight smile and walks away in the opposite direction.
(Mariachi Horns)
Na Na Na Naaaaaaaaaa
Jessamyn Duke makes her waydown the steps towards the ring as the crowd around her cheers. Matt Striker begins to list the famous fighters she trained with at the Glendale Fighting Center and her mixed martial arts record in Invictus FC and the UFC.
Vampiro begins to explain how jui-jitsu and grappling can even the playing field with a competitor like Ivelisse, but Don Callis dismissively knocks down his point.
Don Callis - “
Apples to oranges, Vampiro! How much do they pay you to do this job again? “
Once again, the unease in the broadcast booth erupts on screen as Vampiro can be heard taking off his headset and standing.
Matt Striker (muffled as he attempts to cover his microphone) - “
Vamp! Vamp! No! Sit down! Now is not the time!! ”
The camera flips to the broadcast booth where Vampiro is standing over Callis threateningly as Striker tries to pull him away. Vampiro appears to be enraged, but Callis smiles confidently and remains seated. Vampiro seems torn but eventually allows Striker to lead him to his seat.
As all of this goes on, Ivelisse is introduced and begins to make her way to the ring, The crowd is hyped and cheers nostalgically as Ivelisse soaks in their adoration. The “Queen of the Road” acknowledges the crowd one at a time and really plays the role of returning hero well.
As she makes her way to the ring, Don Callis does the entire commentary as Striker speaks with Vampiro off to the side. Striker seems frantic as Vampiro seethes. As Marty Elias signals for the match to begin. Vampiro reluctantly nods and follows Striker to the announce booth. After a few pointed comments from Callis and a few “
whatever, dudes” from Vampiro, the trio settle into calling the match.
The match begins with Ivelisse getting directly into Duke’s face and trying to intimidate her verbally. Dukes leans in and gets forehead to forehead with Ivelisse as the former continues to threaten her. The crowd reacts with surprise when Duke’s pie-faces Ivelisse and shoves her away.
Ivelisse springs into action by slapping Dukes hand away and firing away with three straight overhand right hands that surprise and stun her. As the crowd excitedly cheers, Dukes seems to snap out of it and begin firing tight alternating body punches that connect solidly. The pair ramp up the already excited crowd by tearing into one another with a flurry of punches.
In the heat of battle, Callis gets into the action and drops a mysterious comment before he catches himself.
Don Callis - “
These two gals are throwing bombs. The boss will absolutely love this! This is right up her alley! “
Vampiro (coyly) - “
Who is that again? You said 'her’, Don? Who exactly are you talking about? “
Matt Striker ( attempting to steer the conversation back to the match ) “
What I’m seeing is two very drastic fighting styles clash. Ivelisse throws very violent wide punches; while Jessaym Duke stays in the pocket with a very traditional boxing stance.”
Don Callis(mockingly) - “
Don’t worry about it, Vampiro. You need to worry about keeping your job. “
Vampiro (threateningly) - “
Is that right? “
Don Callis- “
You better believe it is, chief. “
In the ring, Ivelisse’s intensity puts Dukes on her heels and allows the Latina wrestler to gain firm control with her superior ring generalship and perfect execution. The Baddest Bitch in the Building whips her into the ropes to floor her with a back elbow, but quickly switches to a mat attack and cinches her up in a crossface that looks brutally uncomfortable.
Even when Dukes uses her grappling to leverage her way out, Ivelisse expertly uses some less than ethical pokes to the eyes and a low kick to the stomach to stall any chance of flipping control of the match to the former MMA fighter.
Ivelisse spends a good majority of the match showcasing her impressive arsenal of strikes and wrestling holds. A very game Duke attempts to fight through and establish offensive control, but her opponent seems several moves ahead of her until…
Ivelisse attempts a suplex, but as he lifts her opponent up, Dukes jumps up and wraps her legs around her opponent. Ivelisse remains standing, but Dukes manages to pop her head out from her grasp and fully locks in a guillotine choke while hanging on Ivelisse!! The crowd begins to stir as Ivelisse’s legs begin to buckle and she frantically tries to pull her head out of the choke!
The announce crew is getting excited. Vampiro is exclaiming ‘the choke is in too deepÂ’ to be escaped. Callis and Striker are both flabbergasted at how quickly and expertly Dukes pulled off the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu transition with almost no one seeing it as it happened. All three men stand as Ivelisse drops to one knee and Duke still remains glued to her upper torso with her full guard held snug. Sensing an upset, the crowd begins to excitedly cheer in anticipation.
Matt Striker - “
The brain can only go so long without oxygen. a limited supply of oxygen. I don’t care how tough you are, how much pain you can withstand… when the lights go out; they go out! “
Vampiro - “
Ivellisse better do something soon or she’s going to sleep really soon. I hate to say it, but I donÂ’t see a way out Matt. “
Ivellisse manages to slap the refereeÂ’s hand away as he attempts to lift it (to see if she is still conscious ). The act seems to re-energize her and she begins to throw hard body shots to Dukes as she continues to maintain her grip. In a surprise move, Ivellisse firmly grabs Duke's hips and violently flips Dukes over her head and drops her on her back! Executing a makeshift Northern Lights suplex-like maneuver, Ivelisse winds up breaking the hold and getting a quick one count as she surprises Dukes.
The announcers all marvel at Ivellisse’s will power and creativity as Dukes shakes her head violently in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. Ivellisse rubs her throat and rolls lazily on the mat; it seems like it has taken everything she had to get out of DukeÂ’s submission. The official soon starts a ten count as both women struggle to regain their footing.
After a tense seven seconds, Dukes manages to use the ropes to push her way to her feet. As she does, Ivelisse rolls under the bottom rope and pulls herself to her feet. Standing on the ring apron, Ivelisse leans heavily on the top rope to keep her balance. Dukes, sensing weakness, rushes towards her opponent, but Ivelisse grabs a handful of the former MMA fighterÂ’s hair and falls to The Temple’s floor. As she does, Duke's throat lands on the top rope with the added force of her opponent's weight causing her head to snap back violently. Dukes lands on the mat and violently coughs as she rolls around on the mat.
Breathing heavily, Ivelisse stares out at the crowd and holds her arms out defiantly. The Believers cheer her gusto heartily. She rolls into the ring and angrily drags Dukes to her feet before angrily whipping her into the ropes. As Dukes rebounds towards the center of the ring, Ivelisse floors her with a one-footed dropkick that would make Dean Malenko proud. The momentum of the blow almost flips The Queen of the Road on her head, but she manages to roll into her landing and rise ion one quick motion. As she does, she plays to the crowd again. (Much to their delight)
An angrier and more forceful Ivelisse takes control of the match and tosses Dukes around with a series of pull-arm drags that send her sprawling to the mat. The combination ends with a spectacular springboard version that sends Dukes rolling under the bottom rope and to the outside. Dukes rises unsteadily to her feet, but is quickly knocked back down when Ivelisse connects with a running baseball slide under the top rope. Dukes falls back heavily and her head loudly smacks on the floor.
Winner
Ivelisse
via count-out at 6:16
Matt Striker - “
I hope Dukes is ok. She does not appear to be moving! "
Vampiro - “
Oh, she is concussed. Skull versus concrete is always a bad match-up, Matt. “
Don Callis - “
Ivelisse showed me something tonight. Dukes? Not so much. “
" THE DEALS WE MAKE "
(Mariachi Horns)
Na Na Na Naaaaaaaaaa
Dario Cueto once again sits behind his desk with a serious look on his face. He carefully takes a long cigar off his desk and takes a long sniff before smiling broadly. He carefully takes a cutter from nearby and expertly slices the tip off the torpedoed end. As he places the stick in his lips, a hand comes in from off screen and lights a match. Dario's eyes widen before the mysterious hand carefully offers it to him. Dario takes the flame and carefully lights his cigar before shaking the match out and dropping it in the nearby ass trey. After taking a huge pull off of his cigar and lazily blowing it above his head, he speaks to the man off camera.
Dario Cueto - “
Muchos Gracias, senor. May I offer you one? ”
The camera flips over to the man sitting across from Lucha Underground's matchmaker.
WHYnDM (Bray Wyatt/The FIEND declines the offer with a dramatic wave of his hand. The second generation wrestler wears a black business suit with a macabre red and black lace pattern highlighting the collar, cufflinks and trim of the jacket. A deep red ruby earring dangles from his left ear and his dreadlocked hair (complete with bright red highlights) is pulled back neatly. His wide beard is knotted intricately into a large knot from which three dreaded locks dangle. He wears fingerless black gloves that showcase painted and unpainted nails in various colors (black, red, clear) and styles.
For a few tense moments he stares intently at Cueto while he absently cups his hand around the lit match in his fingers. A slight sizzling sound can be heard and WHYnDM takes a long blink before shifting his gaze to the chair beside him. He sits down without ever averting his blank gaze from Cueto.
Dario Cueto (grinning broadly) - “
You aren't interested in Cubans ,eh? ( Nodding knowingly )
I assume you're here to prove yourself in my temple then. That I can understand. (Grinning slyly)
You're ready to make some money aren't you? “
The large man across from him sits in silence for a few tense seconds more before suddenly changing expressions with a knowing grin. WHYnDM chuckles softly to himself before leaning into speak
WHYnDM - “
Honestly? I'm almost insulted by your offer, Dario. I've made more money elsewhere. This winners purse you're offering isn't market value for an 'athlete' such as myself. No sir. I'm afraid its something more."
Dario Cueto (obviously surprised, but still confident) - “
Maybe I was wrong. My apologies. So you aren't here for the money? You have always struck me as a world class 'athlete' that liked to prove himself; maybe thats it. ”
Cueto pulls on his cigar and slowly blows out more smoke, but never breaks eye contact with WHYnDM. WHYnDM stares intently with a blank poker face as the smoke rolls around him.
WHYnDM- “
I’m here for reasons of my own. With your past, ( he pauses for half a second for effect)
I'm sure you can appreciate discretion. “
Dario Cueto (his eyebrows raise in surprise ) - “
I don't think that will be a problem at all. So may I advertise your debut in The Temple next week? What do you say to that? Just because I can be discrete doesn't mean I can't be a promoter. “
WHYnDM- “
I'm soooooo looking forward to it Dario, but make sure you book me with a luchador that can handle himself. My debut is going to memorable... Trust me on this. ”
Cueto stares incrediously at the man across from him, but takes another long drag from his stick. He blows it out slowly with a thoughtful look on his face.
Dario Cueto - “
I’'ve got the man for you. Just make sure you hold up your end, my friend." ( He bites off the last words ominously before drawing from his cigar again.)
WHYnDM- “
I'm a strong guy. (holding up his left arm in a strong man /bicep flex; despite wearing long sleeves)
You won't have to worry about it. "
Dario Cueto (with a tight smile)- “
I'm not worried. You'll honor this temple one way or the other my friend. Maybe you can string together a few wins and earn that 'fair market value' you claim you want. “
WHYnDM- “
Oh Mr Cueto... I don't get what I want. My last deal with the Devil himself proved that. If I got what I wanted.........The world would burn.
The money ?
I deserve it , but I tell you what..... I've spoken with your 'benefactor' already and she has assured me that WHEN I string those wins together, as you say, I'm ensured certain 'bonuses'. I'm sorry she failed to inform you. I'm sure its just a misunderstanding, but if I were you. (offering an open hand )I'd keep track of the devil YOU'VE made a deal with."
Cueto glares as WHYnDM intently before taking another angry pull off his cigar.
Dario Cueto- “
I'll see you next week, sir. Good day. “
WHYnDM nods and rises to his feet with a smug grin on his face. He exits as Cueto continues to stare straight ahead as smoke twirls around him. WHYnDM leaves the office as Dario takes another pull. As he blows the smoke, out he mutters angrily to himself.
Dario Cueto- “
Arrogant son a b-*censored* .....I'll show him value. “
(fade to black with low horns)
Bwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwahhhhhhhhmmmmmmm
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| vs | |
Alberto El Patron | | Matanza Cueto |
El Patron comes down to the ring with a serious look etched across his face. As the fan's cheer, he seems to block out the noise and focus in on his match. He stands on the second rope and holds both arms up in the air, but closes his eyes and seems to almost be in prayer before the match.
A switch seems to go off in Patron’s head when Matanza appears at the top of the entrance way / steps. As his opponent's name is announced, Alberto slides under the bottom rope and SPRINTS up the stairs to meet Dario Cueto’s brother head on!
Both men unload wild punches that connect with ferocious intensity. The crowd explodes as both men continue to brawl in place for a few seconds. Neither man seems to want to give in and take a step back as the damage begins to add up. All three announcers are in an excited tizzy as both luchadores continue to brawl in earnest.
Alberto is the first to flinch as he takes a step backward after a particularly hard overhand right from The Monster. At the first sign of weakness, Matanza actually seems to ratchet up his attack and throws heavier and faster blows! Patron falters and then Â…Suddenly grasps Matanza in both arms and FLIPS him into the stands with a belly to belly suplex! Luckily, security had managed to remove fans from the area before impact, but both men land awkwardly on the unmoving seats.
After all three announcers attempt to speak over one another, Striker and Vampiro begin bickering with Callis. As the announce team descends into chaos, El Patron staggers down the steps to the warehouse floor. As the camera catches the pained look on his face, the monstrous Matanza launches himself from the stands and crashes on top of the unsuspecting luchadore!
Both men lie on the floor in pain and shock for a few moments before Matanza manages to straddle his prone opponent and starts throwing heavy punches and forearms down on the injured El Patron. Alberto absorbs a lot of heavy damage without fighting back before the referee manages to pull Matanza away. With the bloodlust upon him, Matanza stands and lunges at the official with ill intent. The referee backs away hurriedly, but Matanza chases after; allowing El Patron a brief reprieve.
Matt Striker - “
Alberto El Patron lies on the ground; an injured heap! The monsterous Matanza Cueto is chasing head referee, Marty Elias! Fans are being ushered back into seats they just had to be evacuated from! Folks, we are experiencing total chaos and this match hasn’t even started yet! “
The referee manages to sprint away and slide under the bottom rope to get away from Dario Cueto’s younger brother. Matanza quits giving chase and stares back at Alberto hungrily. Alberto begins to stir and unsteadily rises to one knee as the crowd urges him to stand. Matanza meanacingly clenches his fist and slowly begins walking towards his opponent with murderous intent.
As the Matanza gets near the kneeling El Patron, the veteran grappler fires off a low blow that buckles The Monster dead in his tracks. As Matanza falls to the dirty floor of The Temple, Alberto crawls towards the ring and uses the apron to stand & roll under the bottom rope. Meanwhile, Matanza rests his head on the arena floor as he rises to his knees. His arm is tucked under midsection tightly and he breathes in heavy ragged breaths.
Vampiro - “
Even monsters have balls, I guess. “
After a few tense moments, Matanza rises and pounds his chest with his right arms and fist. He unleashes an angry scream of frustration and stares out into the crowd with muder in his eyes. Alberto stands in the ring and yells at Matanza to get his attention. The elder Cueto brother slowly turns around and locks eyes with the second generation star. As Alberto motions him towards the ring, Matanza begins to slowly walk towards the ring. Rage is causing his body to quiver, but Matanza begins to almost growl as he nears the ring.
The official signals for the opening bell as Matanza steps through the ropes. Both competitors get within inches of each other and glare ominously. The crowd reacts to the tension and begins to cheer wildly as Alberto begins to speak to his opponent through clenched teeth. Matanza is shaking violently with rage as the tension builds…… then explodes!
Both men tear into one another once again! Matanza attempts to replicate his earlier success by violently swinging and trying to overwhelm El Patron’s ability to absorb damage. As he begins to absorb damage, El Patron fires off a stiff knee to Matanza’s midsection. Matanza buckles under the blow, but reaches up and violently scratches at El Patron’s eyes with his free hand!
The damage from both luchadore’s underhanded tactics causes them to stumble away from each other briefly. El Patron blindly swings at nothing as he struggles with his vision. Matanza leans heavily on the ropes and grips his lower midsection gingerly. Patron blindly turns towards him and The Monster springs into action with a STIFF short-arm clothesline that flattens Alberto.
Don Callis - “
I will say this for him, Matanza Cueto has taken some damage and can STILL bring that type of heat. Man, that's something. Why do you think that is, Vampiro? “
Vampiro - “
He’s a monster, dude. What more do you want me to tell you? “
Don Callis (in an annoyed tone) - “
I was trying to flip you an easy one, man. What's your deal? Do you not understand how this works? STRIKER, fix your boy! “
As Striker attempts to smooth things over and get the broadcast back on track, Matanza takes a very measured and brutal approach to punishing Alberto El Patron. The large wrestler methodically picks his spots and blasts El Patron with hard hitting blows, slams and suplexes that throw El Patron all around the ring. Alberto really sells the damage he is taking with his facials and moving gingerly.
Matanza manages to get both his hands around El Patron’s throat and push him into the corner. Matanza’s huge triceps swell as he arches El Patron over the top turnbuckles and tries to snap him in half as he chokes him. The referee starts a count, but breaks in and attempts to pull Matanza forcibly away when it's apparent he has no intention of letting go. After a brief struggle, Matanza slowly walks away in disgust. He glares out into the crowd menacingly before staring into his hands with a bizarre intensity.
El Patron grabs his throat and massages it gingerly as he struggles to catch his breath. He leans heavily into the ropes to stay upright and worriedly looks at Matanza as he growls towards the crowd. El Patron puts two fingers into his mouth and whistles loudly. The noise cuts through the din and snaps The Monster's head around. As Matanza glares at El Patron, El Patron motions the monster forward and dares him to engage.
Matanza charges forward like a wild bull, but El Patron expertly drops down as he gets near and trips him with a front leg trip. Matanza tumbles face first into the second turnbuckle as the crowd goes wild! Not missing his chance to gain an advantage, El Patron plants one foot on the back of his neck and uses the ropes to apply more pressure and grind the large man into the mat! The referee eventually pulls El Patron away, but he rushes back in stomps away on his opponent with reckless abandon.
Matanza rolls under the bottom to escape the attack, but Alberto is quick as a cat and quickly hops through the ropes and comes crashing down with a double-axe handle to Matanza's back that sends the big man sprawling forward. El Patron is relentless in his assault, but makes a huge mistake in brawling so close. Matanza manages to clasp his hands around Alberto's waste and belly to belly suplex him to the hard concrete floor.
Both men lie on the floor and struggle to move after their violent encounter. Alberto clutches his back with a grimace on his face. Matanza pushes up on his hands his knee, but can't seem to go much further as he tries to clear the cobwebs.
Matt Striker - “
The cost is adding up! Despite being exceptional men and luchadores, they are still human, Vamp."
Vampiro - “
Matt, right now we just have to see who wants it more. Where they are physically... I don't know man. I can't see how either of them are still standing. “
Don Callis - “
Dario's brother still has something left. Watch. “
Both men grab one another and punch away as they use their opponent as leverage to stand. The referee begs both competitors to go back into the ring, but the rage is running too high. Matanza grab's El Patron by the throat and squeezes with all his might. Alberto slaps furiously at his hands, but eventually blindly grabs a chair from ringside and uses it to jab into Matanza's side! Matanza stumbles away but manages to grab a broom that is leaning against a wall beside the ring.
As he turns around, El Patron CRACKS him across the head with a wicked chair shot. Matanza takes two shaky steps back , but uses the broom like a baseball bat and hits Alberto in his side as he prepares for another swing. As the shock crowd looks on, Matanza snaps the wooden broom in half and holds two jagged edges menacingly. He raises one serrated edge and jabs as Alberto, but he deftly side step the attack. Referees and back stage workers run in from off camera and physically separate both men as they struggle to keep the brawl going. In the chaos, the referee call so for the bell. All three announcers marvel at how the violence escalated quickly, but remind the audience at home that this confrontation only promises more violence in the future.
Winner
DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION
at 12:15
Don Callis - “
As we close this first night, I want to apologize for some of the rough spots on commentary tonight . I take full blame for the miscommunications and unprofessional behavior I displayed. Rome was not built in a day and WE obviously have some work to do. Don't worry! I can assure you all, I will get this ironed out. “
Matt Striker - “
I don’t know what that means exactly, but lets focus on the positives. We had three VERY exciting contests to launch off our new season. We also had two winners. “
Vampiro - “
Twenty thousand dollars is nothing to sneeze at. “
Don Callis - “
I think we can all agree on that. See there! That is twice tonight! We will be back next week. “
(Mariachi Horns)
Na Na Na Naaaaaaaaaa