(Mariachi Horns)
Na Na Na Naaaaaaaaaa
The camera pans across the neon skyline of Los Angeles. The electric orange glow of street lights mixes with headlights to light up the massive urban sprawl. The camera angle suddenly zooms and breaks only to come back in a little closer.
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn)
BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah!!!!!!!!!!!
Dario Cueto enters his office, but freezes mid-step when he realizes someone is sitting behind his desk.
The camera pans to
Don Callis absently toying with Cueto’s red statue of a bull as it rests prominently on his desk. Callus looks up and smiles broadly as he and Daio make eye contact. Callus rises and extends his hand.
Don Callis- “
Dario! I’ve been waiting for you! We need to talk. “
Cueto’s eyes bilge in rage and his jaw tightens. Callis steps from behind the desk and begins to speak before Dario curtly raises his hand and cuts him off.
Dario Cueto- “
I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I have work to do. “
As he speaks, a very annoyed looking
Ivellisse walks into the office and cooly looks Callis up and down as Dario brushes by Callis and angrily plops down in his chair.
Don Callis- “
Well, I’m sorry to disappoint BOTH of you. She wants to see you now. “
Dario Cueto and Ivellisse stare at one another with apprehensive faces for a few tense seconds before Dario angrily questions the smug Callis.
Dario Cueto (carefully arranging his bull statue on his desk) - “
When does she want to meet? “
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn)
BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah!!!!!!!!!!!
Mil Muertes darkens the door of the office. Wearing his trademark mask and a jet back suit with a purple tie, he blankly stares at everyone in the room before leveling his gaze at Ivelisse for a few tense seconds. He suddenly rips his eyes off the female wrestler and rests them on Cueto.
Mil Muertes- “
She is outside. She requests your presence. “
Dario rises unsteadily and adjusts the jacket of his suit. As he walks toward the door. Muertes steps aside and allows him to pass. As Cueto exits the room, Mil Muertes glares at Callis and Ivelisse before exiting the room and slamming the door behind him. Ivellisse jumps slightly as the door bangs into the frame. She looks over at Callis who smiles smugly and shrugs innocently as the scene fades to black.
(Mariachi Horns)
Na Na Na Naaaaaaaaaa
Matt Stryker: “
Hello and welcome to the Temple anddddd… LUCHA UNDERGROUND! Streaming to you on AMAZON PRIME! I am your host, Matt Striker. Joining me at the commentary is my long time ride or die!!!!!!!!……, VAMPIRO! “
Vampiro - “
Thank you, Matt. Lets cut it up right now! Tonight we have a three way dance booked from on high by our mysterious benefactor herself. Or so I’ve been told.. “
Matt Striker- “
A handicap match involving Alberto finally getting his rematch with Matanza Cueto-”
Vampiro (smiling - “
A rematch that ended in a double disqualification AND an ATTEMPTED MURDER! “
Matt Striker- “ -
but also has the unfortunate fate of having the demonic WHYnDM as his added opponent. In his short time here, WHYnDM has sent two men to the hospital. ”
Vampiro (his smile fading) - “
Dario is sending a message; which is ironic because word going around backstage is that someone is sending messages to him… but that's none of my business. “
Matt Striker: “
So anyway, we need to transition off that. Tonight here in Boyle Heights….. smack dab in Southern California……. The Temple welcomes our house band Los Asenos Negro !!.”
The camera cuts to a band decked out in black and red lucha libre masks and white suits playing Santanna inspired rock. A lead guitarist in sugar skull make-up again plays a twelve string guitar solo that revs up the crowd even more this week
As the song ends, the crowd roars even louder as
Mance Warner and
Willie Mack emerge from the back! The pair play to the crowd at the top of the stares and soak in the adoration for a few moments before heading to the ring. As they do, Striker gives the audience background on Willie Mack’s previous experience in the Temple and Mance’s reputation on the American indy scene as a wild brawler.
FTR emerges at the top of the Temple’s steps as their opponents finally make it to the ring. As they are announced, the pair walk to the ring to a very intense (if mixed) reception.
Cash Wheeler and
Dax Hardwood both look focussed as they quickly enter the ring and dispense with the opening fanfare as their names are announced.
| | | | |
Mance Warner | Willie Mack | vs. | Cash Wheeler | Dax Hardwood |
The match begins with Willie Mack and Dax Hardwood take to the center of the ring and quickly lock up as the crowd’s energy swells. Both men strain as the larger Mack is thrown off-balance by Hardwood’s herky-jerky effort in the collar and elbow. Hardwood quickly back’s Mack into the ropes and quickly throws a hard right to Mack’s exposed side before the referee can even move in for the break!
Hardwood throws a punching combination that sends Willie Mack back into the ropes with his hands covering his head for protection. Hardwood uses the bigger man’s defensive effort into an opportunity to whip him into the opposite ring ropes. Willie Mack rebounds back into the center of the ring and a STIFF Hardwood clothesline that takes Mack off his feet!
Matt Striker- “
Hardwood showing the world why FTR is one of the best tag teams in the world. Any weakness, any advantage…Dax Hardwood will find it and exploit it. He is a master of neutralizing an opponent’s advantage.”
Vampiro - “
Thats what a technician does. People like Dax just use their force more efficiently. They attack anatomy with precision. They use leverage to neutralize size or speed advantages. It’s impressive for sure. “
In the early part of the match, FTR uses their expert teamwork and ring positioning to take turns working over Mack’s injured right side and keeping him isolated near their corner. Over the course of five minutes, FTR stifles Mack’s attempts to fight his way to his corner with superior teamwork. The pair use several tags to use double team attacks on Mack’s left arm, shoulder, ribcage and hip to hurt the big man and limit his mobility. A pair of pin attempts needed to be broken up by an anxious Warner.
A turning point in the match happens when Mack manages to reverse a Cash Wheeler Irish Whip attempt and whip him into the ropes. As Wheeler rebounds back towards Mack with a head of steam, Willie falls to the mat and lets Wheeler rush over him and over the top rope!
Mack struggles to crawl over to complete the tag, but ultimately d
oes! As Hardwood helps his dazed partner to his feet, Warner enters the ring and fires up an eager crowd. Wheeler rolls under the bottom rope and makes it to his feet, but is met with some hard right handed haymakers that have him falling into the ring ropes and struggling to stay on his feet. Warner wastes no time muscling Wheeler into the nearby turnbuckle and then pummeling with more hard punches and elbows!
Vampiro (excited ) - “
This good ole corn-fed boy can punch. It sounds like he is chopping wood! Do you hear that? “
Matt Striker: “
I do indeed. Warner smells blood in the water. This is his world and Wheeler needs to get out of the water and make a tag. ”
Warner works Wheeler over with more heavy blows and stiff lariat that flattens Wheeler in the corner. The referee manages to usher Warner away and give Wheeler a few moments to gather himself and get to one knee. Unfortunately, Warner takes the opportunity to create space and gets a running start before
CRUSHING Wheeler into the turnbuckle with a running knee! Warner goes for a quick corner on his stunned opponent, but Wheeler quickly has the sense of mind to place his left foot on the bottom rope in full view of the referee.
Warner quickly stands and begins stomping away on his stunned opponent when Dax Hardwood rushes into the ring and blindsides the Bucksnort, Tennessee native from behind. As the referee frantically tries to separate the pair, Willie Mack charges into the ring and charges into the trio at full steam! Soon, the ring is in chaos as Wheeler, Warner and the referee lie on the canvas and Wille Mack and Dax Hardwood trade punches!
Willie Mack and Hardwood brawl, but Mack eventually blocks one of Hardwoods punches and manages to fire off a surprise cutter that surprises everyone! Hardwood flops back into the ropes and lands awkwardly as Mack stands and plays to the crowd. Hardwood stubb
ornly grabs the ropes and shakily forces himself to his feet. As he does, Mack readies himself and…fires off a superkick that drops Hardwood to his back! The crowd roars as Willie Mack fires himself up.
Willie Mack slowly looks over and sees Cash Wheeler struggling to his feet. Readying himself, Willie Mack prepares for another superkick. As the crowd quiets in excitement, Willie Mack moves into strike. Mack fires off another strong superkick, but Wheeler ducks under the strike and Mack levels Mance Warner as he too was struggling to his feet!
Vampiro (excited ) - “
OH NO!!! Willie clipped him, brother! “
Matt Striker: “
I hate to agree, but he damn near took his head off. ”
Warner falls to his back with a thud as a shocked Mack freezes as he realizes what he has done. The referee begins his count. As he does, Dax Hardwood crawls over and frantically clutches Mack’s leg. Mack struggles to lunge forward and break up Hardwood’s pin attempt, but Hardwood trips him.
1…2…3!!!!!
Winner- FTR via pinfall ( 9:18 )
Wheeler and Hardwood roll under the bottom rope and join each other on the floor as Mack rushes over to check on his downed partner. As the referee raises FTR’s hands, Mack can audibly be heard cursing in frustration.
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn)
BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah
Mil Muertes emerges from a long black limousine with tinted windows and eerily scans the parking lot in the rear of The Temple. A close up of his chilling glaze against the Boyle Heights night sky gives him an ominous glow as he stands aside to allow a very flushed
Dario Cueto out of the vehicle.
Dario stands and readjust his shirt collar and jacket before glaring at Mil Muertes for a moment. Muertes returns his glare before Cueto sneers and strides away. He goes a few steps towards The Temple before the masked wrestler calls out from behind.
Mil Muertes (in a rough gravelly voice)- “
DARIO! “
Dario freezes, but remains standing in place and refuses to turn around. The tension hangs in the air as Dario intensely stares straight ahead.
Mil Muertes (in a rough gravelly voice)- “
Do as she asks or I’ll be back. “
Dario nods solemnly without turning around before resuming his journey back to the Temple.
Mil Muertes glares angrily as the promoter stalks off into the night for a few intense seconds. His gaze is interrupted as
WHYnDM (Bray Wyatt) peeks his head out of the limousine!
With his dreadlocked read and black hair falling down over his dark red suit with black slacks,
WHYnDM places a dark lacquered cane with a silver skull’s head for handle firmly on the ground and and strides out around the masked wrestler. Muertes drops his dark gaze on the devilish wrestler as walks past. WHYnDM coldly meets Muertes gaze with an intense stare of his own.
WHYnDM (in a slow measured voice)- “
Much obliged, Senor Muertes. You take off with our lady now. “
WHYnDM gives the luchadore a cold smile before ambling off after Dario. Muertes watches WHYnDM disappear off screen before reentering the vehicle and slamming the door behind him.
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn)
BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah
The Temple is full of energy as the show returns with the band playing at a feverish pace. They soon begin to boo as
Don Callis emerges from Dario Cueto’s office.
Callis saunters over to the announce table as Striker and Vampiro dread his impending arrival.
Don Callis: “
Gents, how are we doing tonight? Did I miss anything? “
Vampiro - “
Yeah, bro. The first match. “
Matt Striker- “
But we are GLAD you are here now. Welcome to the broadcast table, DON CALLIS! ”
Don Callis: “
Thank you, Matthew my boy. Do I have news for you guys later tonight. “
The announcers speculate on tonight’s main event as
Drago is announced for the upcoming match.
All three announcers give glowing reviews about the luchadores ability and grit. Vampiro explains Drago’s history in the Temple and his recent loss with Aero Star to FTR in his return to it.
The crowd cheers as the acrobatic luchador vaults over the top rope and quickly scales a nearby turnbuckle with his arms raised high over his head.
Matt Striker- “
I must say… he does look good.”
As Stryker utters those words, the crowd gets quite as a hulking man in a demonic kaiju mask lumbers out of the locker room. The 6’3, almost 280 pound giant of man slowly makes his way to the ring as the ring announcer announces his name…
O’Shay Edwards makes his Temple debut!
Don Callis: “
If that guy is ‘good’, what do you call this guy? “
Vampiro - “
Scary. “
Matt Striker- “
The Big Bad Kaiju cuts an impressive figure. I’ll give you that.”
Don Callis: “
What do you mean, Matt? You do realize he’s going to DESTROY this guy, right? “
| | |
Drago | vs. | O'Shay Edwards |
The match begins and the pair engage in a brief stare down. Drago quickly charges forward and attempts to knock the big man off his feet with a jumping back elbow that knocks the large man back into the rope!
Edwards shocks his head in shock and is unprepared as Drago fires two stiff chops that echo out across the Temple. The crowd cheers the much smaller man early offensive onslaught!
Drago ducks under a big clothesline attempt after a failed Irish whip attempt on his part and quickly fires off a basement dropkick to his opponent’s unprotected leg. The impact buckle’s Edwards, but he manages to regain his balance by grabbing the top rope to steady himself.
Drago makes a fatal mistake when he gets a running start and runs into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that causes everyone in the crowd to wince.
From that point on, Edwards methodically takes his time and ensures all of his maneuvers are inflicted with maximum explosion behind them. A belly to belly suplex, a stiff scoop slam, a sidewalk slam, a Beal throw…All moves are executed for maximum effect and leave Drago writhing on the mat in pain. When O’Shay finally plants Drago in the center of the ring with his Ghost Driver (Tiger Driver) and pins him easily, it is almost a mercy.
Winner-
O’Shay Edwards via pinfall ( 4:18 )
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn)
BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah
Dario Cueto walks briskly down the dark hallways of his Temple with a scowl on his face. Muttering to himself, he almost runs into
Gringo Loco.
Dario Cueto (surprised)- “
Dear God, man! You startled me. “
Gringo Loco- “
Dario, I need to speak with you about competing tonight. “
Dario Cueto (scoffing in annoyance)- “
Believe me, mi amigo. There is no room tonight. Come back tomorrow. “
Dario attempts to step around, but Gringo Loco blocks his path.
Gringo Loco- “
There is a spot in the main event. “
Dario glares at Gringo Loco in frustration and annoyance. He squints his eyes and clears his throat to collect himself before speaking.
Dario Cueto-
“ Let me give you some advice. Alberto El Patron is not your friend. He is a piece of rubbish who uses any and everyone around him. He isn’t worth it. “
Gringo Loco- “
Five thousand dollars is worth a nights work for me. “
Dario Cueto- “
I admire your balls. I really do. It is quite impressive, but you would never earn it. My brother will not be withheld in any way tonight. I want you to imagine Motanza Cueto UNCHAINED. So please ( taking a few moments to look the man in front of him up and down) Come back next week. “
Cueto quickly brushes Gringo Loco aside and hustles down the hallway in a rush as Gringo Loco stares forward down the opposite hallway with a disappointed look.
(Mariachi Horns)
Na Na Na Naaaaaaaaaa
The camera pans across the office as Ivelisse waits nervously alone.
Dario Cueto storms in and angrily sits down. As
Ivelisse sit and waits, Dario runs his hands through his hair and turns in his chair to reach for the shelf behind him.
Dario shakily fixes himself a drink from a crystal decanter and spins around to face Ivelisse. He takes a drink pull from the glass before finally looking her in the eye.
Dario Cueto- “
You will not be competing tonight. I’m sorry. “
Ivelisse (with an outraged look)- “
What?....WAIT!...Why?!”
Dario begins to answer before a voice off screen answers.
Tessa Blanchard- “
Because you’ve got a match with ME next week. “
Tessa Blanchard strolls confidently into the office. Ivellisse immediately stands and squares up on the controversial wrestler. The two ladies get nose to nose as Dario closes his eyes in annoyance and sinks into his chair.
Dario Cueto- “
Ladies…….Please.”
Ivellisse takes a step back and looks Tessa Blanchard up and down skeptically for a few moments.
Ivellisse (walking out of the office)- “
Next week then. “
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn) BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah
The camera cuts back to a red hot Temple as the lights dim to announce a very intense main event.
Matt Striker- “
I guess that means our main event is about to begin. I’m not sure I’m prepared, if I’m being honest.”
Don Callis: “
Oh yeah…I forgot to mention that Ivellisse won’t be competing tonight. My bad guys. “
Vampiro (dryly) - “
This guy. “
Alberto El Patron appears at the top of the ramp and solemnly looks out across the Temple. With a serious look on his face he hustles down the steps on his way to the ring as the crowd cheers him on.
Matt Striker- “ This man has a hell of a challenge in front of him.”
Don Callis: “ He said wanted a match with Matanza Cuerto. He got that and a lot more. “
Vampiro - “ Dario is sending a message: Do not challenge him or demand things. Remember, he doesn’t have a spotless reputation. Those rumors may or may not be true. “
Matt Striker- “I can assure you all….They are true.”
The lights dim and a lone red spotlight appears at the head of the stairs. As the crowd hushes,
WHYnDM (Bray Wyatt) steps into with
El Gronda in toe. He smiles and raises his skulls head cane to the crowd. They cheer as Gronda menacingly glares around.
As the lights come back up, WHYnDM surpises everyone and pulls a microphone from behind his back and begins to speak to Alberto instead of coming to the ring.
WHYnDM - “
Alberto….Hello, sir. I’m sorry my associate and I must meet you under these circumstances. I must say, I have admired your work from afar for quite some time. You are quite the bad boy aren’t you, sir? “
WHYnDM leers towards Alberto as he waits impatiently in the ring. In his agitated state, Alberto curtly shakes his head and turns his back on his upcoming opponent to walk towards the turnbuckle.
WHYnDM- “
Now let's not be rude. I want to offer you a bit of advice before this slaughter. You see what I’ve seen in your life is that you too make friends with the devil. “
Alberto spins around and glares in WHYnDM’s direction as the crowd reacts to the jab.
WHYnDM- “
Oh you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. My advice, however, may provide you with a bit more nuance. You see sir, if you do not mind me saying, you just blindly grab for what the obvious devil in front of you is urging you to grab. ( as he speaks the camera focuses on El Gronda’s devil mask as he glares menacingly into the crowd) What I would have liked to implore you to do, however, would be to listen to the devil sitting on your shoulder when he whispers in your ear. You see, sometimes the obvious isn’t always what's best. Believe me on this. “
As he trails off, he motions for someone off screen. As he does a wrestler in a black hooded robe steps out and stands by WHYnDM’s left side. WHYnDM smiles and heads towards the ring with El GrondaTo everyones surprise the hooded wrestler steps back against the back wall and crosses his arms.
As the announcers speculate what this new player means to this situation, Alberto tenses up and begins gauging how he will handle El Gronda and WHYnDM. WHYnDM and his cohort stop at the base of the steps and stare into the ring with ominous glee as El Patron clenches his fist and prepares for battle.
Dario Cueto emerges from his office and cooly surveys the Temple before staring at the group standing in and around the ring. He sneers at them before speaking.
Dario Cueto- “
This is what one of you asked for and what the other one deserves. Let me see here…Why don’t we just throw this nice veneer out of the window? Tonight is a no-disqualification handicap match. You two have fun with my brother. MATANZA!!!!!!! “
Matanza Cueto burst out of his brother’s office and roars in rage. Eyes shining out from under his mask, his muscles bulging, Matanza growls at the cameraman before rushing to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope!
| | | | |
| Alberto El Patron | vs. | WHYnDM | Matanza Cueto |
As he stands, Alberto rushes forward and fires off a huge haymaker that temporarily stuns the masked monster. El Patron fires off more punches, but Matanza eats all of the shots and explodes with a jumping double hammerfist that buckles his attacker. El Patron catches himself on Cueto’s torso and fires off a European style forearm that snaps Matanza’s head back!
Matt Stryker: “
The intensity of these shots is intense! I can FEEL the impact from here! “
Vampiro - “
This has been building up for weeks. “
Don Callis: “
Guys….these two are going to punch themselves out in the first two minutes. No one can keep up this pace. “
As the two bitter enemies pound one another WHYnDM grins from ear to ear at ringside as he watches on with El Gronda by his side. In the ring, El Patron and Matanza still fire off heavy blows to each other. One second, Matanza is clobbering Alberto with huge barclaw-like strikes. Then the second generation star recovers and gives the masked giant a rough slap across the ear that drops him to one knee. As El Patron begins to batter him, Matanza fires off a HUGE forearm between the legs that buckles El Patron and drops him to his side ( where he remains curled in the fetal position).
Matt Striker- “
This is reminiscent of Magnum T.A. and Tully Blanchard at Starcade or Dusty Rhodes and Kevin Sullivan in Florida in terms of brutality and pure malice.”
Don Callis: “
And as evil is comitted… the devil just looks at it and smiles. “
Vampiro - “
He’s biding his time. Trust me, I’ve wrestled with demons my whole life. They take their time and hit you when you are weakest. Mark my words on this. “
Matanza viscously drops to his knees and grabs Alberto by the throat with his two massive hands. Alberto frantically claws at Cueto’s face as his windpipe gets closed off. El Patron’s legs kick violently as the masked monster tries to choke the life out of him. Eventually, Alberto manages to work his thumb into Cueto’s eye socket and force him to release his grip on his orbit in agony.
As Matanza clutches his face and staggers to the ropes, Alberto violently gasps for breath and massages his throat. Breathing deep ragged breaths, El Patron forces his way to his feet and steadies himself against the ropes.
Matanza blindly staggers towards El Patron, but is met with a standing drop kick that surprises everyone in the arena!
The camera switches over to WHYnDM and El Gronda as they stay at ringside; watching the action with anticipation. For a brief moment, El Gronda lunges towards El Patron as he leaned into the ropes near him, but WHYnDM holds up a gloved hand. The gesture freezes the devil in his tracks and forces him to lick his sharp fangs eagerly.
The announcers speculate about when the demonic pair will insert themselves into the match as El Patron wearily gets to his feet and waits for his larger opponent to struggle to his feet.
As soon as Matanza Cueto staggers to his feet, Alberto rushes forward and executes a massive over-the-shoulder suplex that sends Matanza crashing violently to the mat! Alberto rises to one knee and holds his arms out in triumph as Matanza clutches his lower back in pain.
As Matanza rolls to the sitting position, El Patron gets a running start and gives a soccer kick to his opponent’s lower back. El Patron quickly follows up the huge blow with several overhead punches and chops to the stunned Matanza. He only stops when he appears to hurt his hand after a stiff punch. Clutching his hand in pain,
Alberto angrily Spartan kicks the seated Matanza in his chest and stomps his chest into the canvas!
Vampiro - “
The brutality is ramping up now. These guys hate one another. Having been in blood feuds myself………. Something comes over you. “
Matt Striker- “
It changes wrestlers. Buzz Sawyer and Tommy Rich were never the same after their infamous final match in Atlanta. ”
Don Callis: “
And no one cares. This is good shit. “
Vampiro - “
OH! No doubt, but it is NOT for the faint of heart, Don. “
Using his legitimate grappling skills, El Patron mounts Matanza and throws some hard punches to his unprotected head before transitioning into a triangle choke and rolling to his back! Matanza thrashes El Patron as he pulls back on his head and forces the masked wrestler's carotid artery against his legs!
All three announcers shout out in surprise at the maneuver and how deep it is applied. For a few tense moment’s Matanza struggles to muscle his way out of the hold; before he uses his remaining strength to pick Alberto up from off his back into the standing powerbomb position as El Patron struggles to maintain his grip. T
he crowd explodes as Matanza falls forward and smashes El PAtron into the canvas with his full body weight behind him! Both men lay splayed about the ring. Both men appear spent and exhausted as they lie in the center of the ring.
On cue, WHYnDM nudges El Gronda at ringside. Snarling, the demonic wrestler lumbers towards the ring with ill intent. As the large rudo enters the ring, the crowd quiets in excitement. The large wrestlers gets a running starts and drops a huge jumping elbow drop on El Patron’s chest. The ring shakes from the impact and WHYnDM can be heard cackling from ringside.
Vampiro - “
The devil always takes his cut eventually. In life, in whisky, in wrestling… you have to give him due, ya know? “
Don Callis: “
Do you hear yourself? “
Vampiro - “
Don. Coming from you of all people- “
Matt Striker- “
Who is that coming down the steps?! “
Gringo Loco sprints past WHYnDM and slides into the ring with a folding chair! El Gronda turns around and EATS an unprotected blow to the head from Loco! A sick CRACK from the impact of the blow echoes out across the Temple as the crowd gasps.
As Gringo Loco turns around with his chair at the ready, WHYnDM gives a sinister chuckle and coyly climbs the ring steps on to the ring apron. Holding his cane out like a sword, the eccentric wrestler cautiously enters the ring while keeping his eyes warily on Gringo Loco.
WHYnDM (bringing his microphone to his lips) - “
Hello. I do not believe we have had the pleasure yet. “
WHYnDM causally begins to circle Gringo Loco with his cane pointed at Gringo Loco as he speaks. Loco holds his chair up and carefully tracks the dangerous wrestler as he moves. WHYnDM almost casually steps over El Patron as he maintains eye contact with Gringo Loco.
WHYnDM (in a friendly tone) - “
I have gone by many names, but what is most important at this very moment is that you….dear sir… could be costing me a winner’s purse in defense of your so called friend here. I’m afraid I cannot allow that to stand. “
As he utters his last stance he stops completely ( and also conveniently turns Gringo Loco’s focus 180 degrees). WHYnDM’s grin slowly fades and he stares at Gringo Loco with cold dead eyes. The announcers quickly call attention to the cloaked wrestler moving quickly down the staircase behind Gringo Loco’s turned back. The figure drops his robe when he gets to ringside and reveals ….
Demonic Flamita!
Flamita carefully scales the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle as WHYnDM holds Gringo Loco’s attention with his threats.
As Loco readjusts his grip on his chair, Flamita leaps off the post and connects with a missile dropkick that takes Gringo Loco off his feet!
WHYnDM strolls over and casually uses his foot to push Gringo Loco’s discarded chair out of the ring with a sardonic smile on his face. Gringo Loco rolls on the ground in pain and futility tries to recover as Flamita walks over and assists the massive El Gronda to his feet.
WHYnDM carefully inspects Gringo Loco as the wrestler struggles to regain his bearings before suddenly jabbing him in the side with his cane! Gringo Loco curls into the fetal position as he clutches his side in agony.
WHYnDM responds to the gesture with a hard kick to Gringo Loco’s head that sends him rolling under the top rope and to the Temple’s floor.
Alberto El Patron manages to use the ropes to make it to the standing position as the building’s attention is focussed elsewhere, but as he stumbles into the turnbuckle to remain erect, WHYnDM notices his sorry physical state. El Gronda and Demonic Flamita’s respond to a sharp whistle from WHYnDM as he seeks to gain their attention. With a sly grin, he tilts his head toward El Patron.
On cue, both men charge the injured the wrestler and attack him as he attempts to recatch his breath.
Both masked wrestlers lay into mercilessly as El Patron futility tries to protect himself by covering up. As El Patron gets attacked, WHYnDM follows Gringo Loco to the floor and feigns mocks concern as he helps Gringo Loco to his feet before roughly throwing him into the crowd barrier! WHYnDM preens to the crowd as his henchmen brutally punch and kick at El Patron. WHYnDM dramatically climbs onto the ring apron and then scales the ringpost to sit on the top turnbuckle and watch as Gronda chokes Alberto with his boot as Flamite throws pointed kicks to his exposed side.
As the announcers bemoan the unfairness of the situation, Matanza Cueto hoists himself to his feet in the opposite turnbuckle. Take huge heaving breaths, the masked monster seems to balloon with rage as he suddenly unleashes an intense roar.
The Cueto brother charges across the ring and attacks both Flamita and Gronda! His massive frame crashes into both men and mashes them into the turnbuckle! The force of the blow knocks Matanza back towards the center of the ring.
He marches forward and easily picks Flamita in both arms. He plants Flamita in the center of the ring with a reverse-inversed powerslam that shakes the arena.
As the crowd reacts, Matanza pops up and charges Gronda. The large demon is taken off his feet and over the top rope with a running clothesline! The frenzied Matanza rabidly pulls Alberto up by the wrists and rag dolls his dead weight in an overhead belly to belly release suplex that launches the injured wrestler into the center of the ring.
Matt Striker- “
Alberto is out. Someone needs to stop this. ”
Don Callis: “
Alberto asked for this. “
Vampiro - “
Don’t forget about WHYnDM. “
On cue, WHYnDM swoops down from his perch on the top rope and carefully approaches Matanza from behind. As Matanza stands up from his suplex, he turns around and is met with a massive
FIREBALL that explodes in front of his face.
Matt Striker- “
OH NO! He’s done it again.”
Don Callis: “
That was an…. Unfortunate…. decision by Mr. WHYnDM. “
Vampiro - “
He’s just burned Dario’s brother. Are you kidding me? “
WHYnDM’s gloved hand smokes as he walks around the thrashing form of Matanza Cueto. He deftly helps Flamita to his feet and instructs him to help Gronda. As the crowd buzzes with anticipation, WHYnDM roughly grabs Matanza by his mask and collar of his shirt and forces him to his feet. In one sudden motion he grabs Matanza’s head and leans forward positioning him for the Devil’s Bargain (Sister Abigail). He smiles at the audience before suddenly twisting the burned monster onto his head. The impact of the move drops MAtanza from a frenzied animal to a cold stone in a heartbeat. WHYnDM stands with a flourish and bows to the audience before roughly dragging Matanza on top of Alberto. The referee mercifully counts the pinfall.
Winner: Matanza Cueto and
WHYnDM (via pinfall 23:03 )
As Demonic Flamita and Gronda pace around the ring menacingly, WHYnDM stares down at Matanza and Alberto with a huge cheshire grin on his face. He holds his hands up to his face and admires them. As the camera zooms in, smoke can be seen rising off his fingers!
Dario Cueto comes sprinting out of his office and slides under the bottom rope. He frantically crawls over to his brother and rolls him off El Patron as WHYnDM backs away and takes a position a few feet away.
Matanza grips his burned face in pain as Cueto attempts to get a better look at his brother’s injuries. Alberto slowly rolls over to and crawls over to Gringo Loco before dramatically collapsing beside him. As the scene unfolds around him, WHYnDM strolls past Cueto as he attempts to calm his brother as he jerks around in agony. As he passes the promoter he patronizingly pats the distressed man on the top of his head.
Dario suddenly affixes a look of pure hatred at WHYnDm as the wrestler exits the ring. As WHYnDM exits he meets Cueto’s gaze with a sly smirk. With a quick wink, WHYnDM exits the Temple with his entourage in toe.
(Ominous Horns/distoredt fog horn) BWauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMah