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Post by LankyLefty17 on Sept 8, 2020 14:01:10 GMT -8
Lucha POWER Presents: A Prologue…
In the dark, El Macho sat in his office deep in thought. It had been months since he been in the room, and a rather thick layer of dust sat on everything in the room. On his desk was a stack of bills, a bottle of tequilla, and his lucha mask. Macho grabbed the mask and put it in a drawer, slamming it shut before pouring himself a drink. It had been roughly six months since the owner of Lucha POWER had lost the right to wrestle in that mask, but the wounds of defeat were very much still raw. “Hefe?” Macho looked up to see Doctor Dorado standing in the doorway. “Si, si.” Macho waived in his friend and motioned for him to sit. “Que pasa amigo?” Nervously, Dorado entered and took a seat, as Macho’s mind seemed to wander back to his daydream. “You’re back already? I figured to might be out celebrating the win. A few of the boys got together to watch, that was something- kicking that Santana back to the curb like that eh?” El Macho didnt seem to hear the comment. “We’re starting up again Dorado. I am still unclear if we will be allowed to have fans, but if we do not start running shows there won’t be a promotion to come back to.” “That’s good news no? The boy’s will be excited. To be honest we’re all getting stir crazy. I heard Pantero and Lobo have been challenging pendejos off the street to tag matches. Lobo almost got arrested for tossin one guy through a table.” “There will have to be some sacrifices.” El Macho responded, seemingly more to himself than to anything Dorado had said. “There are always sacrifices.” “Sure. I mean, of course- times being what they are. But maybe we hit up those Warrior Pro folks? They seem to be working out well up in the states no? Wasnt that the plan, use them to make sure we got dinero?” “Plans change.” Yes, of course that was the plan- but El Macho’s pride got the best of him and he ran Lefty McDaniel out of town almost immediately. The idea was to keep a direct line into Machos long time friend and Warrior Pro owner Tank McDaniel. The move backfired last week when it was announced that Tank was putting his nephew in charge of the day to day operations of the company, and thus access to any potential financial s. That development forced Macho to look at other… less ideal avenues. “Listen amigo, start calling up everyone. We’re having a company meeting next week.” El Macho stood, signaling the end of the conversation. “Sure, sure- no problem. Good to see you, congrats again.” “Gracias.” As Doctor Dorado moved to the door, he was met by the lumbering presence of Dungeon Dominguez. Dorado turned back to his friend quizzically. “Its fine, Dungeon is in fact why I’m here.” Caustiously, one eye never leaving the big lucha, Dorado exited the room. It wasn’t until the sound of the gym doors closing confirmed their privacy did either man move. “Por favor, sientate.” Dungeon instead leaned against the wall, eyes fixed straight at El Macho, and folded his arms. “Manners have never been Dungeon’s strong suit, though I imagine you are fully aware of that. I, however, have had a long trip and will gladly take you up on that offer.” The response startled El Macho as it appeared to come from nowhere, before a lump formed in the back of the Lucha POWER owner and he looked down. There, standing next to the offered chair, was none other than Paco Pequeno- former right hand to mob boss Adalberto Bonilla and the man who once fired El Macho from his own promotion. With a little hop, Paco took a seat and crossed his legs. “Please mi amigo, sit- lets discuss business.” “There is not much to discuss. Our agreement is fulfilled. You helped me with the match, and I got Dungeon his title shot.” “Now, El Macho. You know I would not come here to talk about a title match that does not even involve you and this dilapidated place. I can speak to El Experto for that. No, this is about business. So please… sit. COMING SOON... Lucha POWER Presents: SEASON TWO!
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Sept 21, 2020 14:18:17 GMT -8
Lucha POWER Presents: Season 2 Episode 1
Diego Guerrero almost didnt show up. Besides the worry of being in a small, poorly ventilated gym during a raging pandemic, Diego wasn’t sure he was enjoying his time in Lucha POWER. Sure, getting signed last year was a big break for him professionally- but the owner seemed more focused on vendetta’s and getting himself over than actually running a wrestling promotion. Until he got the call, he openly wondered over the last couple of weeks if El Macho still knew he was paying Diego. As he entered the “Lucha Fantastico” gym, he was relieved to see everyone spread out and conversing from a distance. Against the wall was a whiteboard with names written on it in the form of a tournament bracket. Diego scanned the board, half expecting his name not to be on it, but sure enough, there it was- with his opponent being… Felix Santana? What the… “Hola, hola. Welcome everyone- I hope this unplanned time off has kept you fresh and ready. Because we are BACK!” El Macho appeared from around the corner, a hesitant smile on his face as he made his way to the white board. His face seemed troubled, or maybe just tired. It occurred to Diego that without his mask, El Macho seemed much older than he ever had with it. “We have been gone for far too long. So long, that we need to establish a new challenger for the Lucha Title. So, that will be our first order of business- a two night tournament para la Contender de Numero Uno. Everyone here will have an equal shot at Pantero Negro’s belt.” Diego scanned the room as El Macho explained the rules (no DQ, 30 minute time limit matches). He spotted all the usual suspects. Hexagon Jr- the first Lucha POWER champ under El Macho’s watch- was barely paying attention as he looked at his phone. Jack Gold, the gringo from California stood in a corner with his arms folded. The “Primo’s Terribles” Pantero Negro Jr and Lobo Muerte whispering to each other, which seemed odd given how at odds with each other they both were just a few short months ago. They hate each other, but blood runs thick he remembered Doctor Dorado saying one time. Speaking of which, Dorado didn’t seem to be present. That’s odd... “First Round matches will be held on night one, the rest of the bracket will be on night two. We’ve signed a couple outsiders to fill up space. Most of you know Super Mohan, from La Guerra.” The cinderblock of a man in the back raised a hand at the mention. “We’ve also signed Felix Santana to compete from Santana Family Wrestling.” That name drew immediate grumbles from the group. Why on earth would Macho give a spot to that family? Suddenly the grumbles turned into full on boos- and when Diego looked up he could see why. Standing next to El Macho was none other than Paco Pequeno- former (?) right hand to mobster Adalberto Bonilla, and the architect of making almost everyone in that gym’s life a living hell. Behind him, just as it was a year ago, stood Dungeon Dominguez. “Mira, mira. Calm down. Calm down, por favor.” Even as he pleased with the hostile audience Paco still seemed to keep a smile on his face. It also wasnt lost on Diego that Macho’s hands were balled into fists, his knuckles white. “Paco- I believe we agreed you would wait in my office no?” “Please, Hector, if I am to work with these gentlemen we are going to have to learn to trust one another. And that first step is being honest.” The room quickly quieted. No one referred to El Macho by his birth name. Even his oldest friends refrained unless in private. “Everyone, lets address this situation. Yes, I worked for Senior Bonilla. Yes, that required for me to do some… unpleasant things. But we must move on, and I am prepared to do just that. I am now the representative of the Dominican Golden Champion Dungeon Dominguez. And while I hold no authority in Lucha POWER, or any promotion for that matter- I do intend to recruit and represent wrestlers that want to be taken to the top. “Bendejo. When this meeting is over, I’m going to stuff you in a trash can and roll you down a hill.” Pantero’s comments perked Dungeon, but a single raised finger from Paco stopped the big man in his tracks. “A worthy threat, but also an empty one. I would save your strength for the winner of this tournament.” “Macho- what the fucking hell? Why is this mierda back? And why is a Santana in the tournament?” It was instantly clear Pantero was asking the questions everyone wanted answers to. Even Diego had to admit this was not the most ideal way to kick the promotion back up. “My reasons are my own for letting a Santana in the tournament. If I recall Pantero, it was you that wrestled with that trash family. So maybe you’ll be happy to give one of them a shot at your belt. As for Paco, anyone can be represented by anyone- that has always been the rule.” “Double D might want new representation. Tiny Tim couldnt even get him a spot in the tourney!” Hexagon’s eye’s never left his phone, as chuckles from the other wrestlers filled the room. “That’s because it would be a conflict of interest Senor, as I am already representing someone in the tournament.” “Eh? Quiene ese?” Jack Gold leaned off the wall and made his way to Paco “Me, ass cream.” Night One of the “Condendiente Numero Uno” Tournament will be Friday October 9th Round One Matchups:Hexagon Jr vs Nightmare Clown Super Mohan vs Jack Gold Lobo Muerte vs Doctor Dorado Felix Santana III vs Diego Guerrero
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Oct 10, 2020 15:34:29 GMT -8
 Lucha POWER Presents: Season 2 Episode 2“This is bullshit Macho and you know it.” El Macho was sitting at his desk, while Hexagon Jr’s pleading his case, his mind somewhere else. “I was your first champion. I beat Pantero. I never got my rematch, but I did not complain. But I am complaining now. Why should it be me opening the show huh? Put that clown and the gringo up first. Or Diego and the Sanata. But Hexagon Jr is not an opening act. No. I won’t do it.” In that moment Macho felt so very tired. He took a deep sigh, and put on a classic El Macho smile before getting up from his chair and making his way to the door. “Where are you going?” “Amigo, somebody needs to open the show. That’s how it works. If you do not want to open the show for El Macho, that is fine! If you do not want your shot at the championship, El Macho understands. I will find someone else to wrestle Nightmare Clown. “Que? No… that’s not what I meant… I mean… FINE. Fine, I’ll open.” “Excellente! Go get ready, we kick off in 10 minutes.” As Macho exited, he could hear all the names Hexagon call him to himself. It made no difference, the show would go on as planned. As he walked down the hallway to the locker room, he stopped at the white board and reviewed the night’s card: Number One Contender Round One Matchups:Hexagon Jr vs Nightmare Clown Super Mohan vs Jack Gold Lobo Muerte vs Doctor Dorado Felix Santana III vs Diego Guerrero He peaked his head into the locker room and scanned it to see who was there. Lobo and his cousin Pantero were playing cards with Super Mohan. Jack Gold was talking quietly with Paco Pequeno. Felix Santana was stretching next to his locker. Hmm… we’re missing some folks, Macho thought. No Dorodo, no Diego. No Nightmare Clown. Who no shows a chance at the belt? “5 min Hefe. I’m headed out now.” El Macho turned to see his head referee, former lucha legend El Camino. “Hola Camino. Where is everyone?” “Testing. There’s a bit of a line to check results. The wrestlers are stuck checking with the fans.” “Caray. Did you at least see Nightmare Clown? “ “Hahahaha! Lets get bloody!” From what seemed out of nowhere, Nightmare Clown stormed by the two lucha veterans and marched towards the ring, with El Camino quickly following, before turning back to El Macho and calling out “Hefe, a package arrived for you- I put it on your desk.” Hexagon Jr vs Nightmare ClownQuick Results: A back and forth with multiple near falls, eventually ending with a running knee into a standing shooting star press.
Winner: Hexagon Jr
Rating: **** As Hexagon celebrated in the ring, El Macho felt a hand on his shoulder. When he turned and saw no one there he sighed and looked down. “Hola Paco.” “Buenas tardes Hector. May I have a word.” “Que es.” Macho made it more a statement than a question. The reality is he didnt really care what the question was. He wasn’t going to like it, and Paco was likely going to phrase it in a way that gave him very little wiggle room to say no. “My client, Senor Gold, would prefer working farther down on the card. I have instructed him not to press the issue tonight, but it may be worth considering for future shows. An American headliner may get more people in seats…” “We’re as sold out as we can be. The pandemic limits our seating. That’s why we’re running in this smaller venue.” “Ah, si si. I forgot your penchant for rule following. But do consider it Senor. Jack Gold will be going places I assure you…” Jack Gold approached and they both made their way to the ring, Gold wearing a shit eating grin that he flashed with contempt at Macho as the passed. Bendejo.Super Mohan vs Jack GoldQuick Results: A back and forth match should have ended with a Super Mohan victory, but Paco Pequeno distracted the ref, and a third X-Factor from Gold stole the win.
Winner: Jack Gold
Rating: **** “I still can’t find him.” Fucking Doctor Dorado. Where the hell are you, you never miss shows. At this point he was the only one still missing, and after several runners had reported that he was not in the testing line, Macho now needed a backup plan with his match up next. After scanning the room, his eye’s locked on Loco Dixon. “Loco, come over here.” Loco’s time in Lucha POWER had thus far been fairly uneventful. An indie deathmatch wrestler by trade, the kid was wildly under trained and the years of chair shots to the head had left him a bit… off. “What’s up sir.” “Looks like you are going to have a match tonight after all. You will take the place of Doctor Dorado and wrestle Lobo Muerte, up next.” “Oh… what about my original match?” “Que? What original match? With who?” “Oh I don’t know, I can’t read Spanish.” Both men stood puzzled in silence for a moment before Loco turned towards the ring and said “OK, well I’ll go get ready- you’ll let my other opponent know I’m sorry for bailing right? Whoever it is?” “Si, sure.” Macho said, puzzled. Lobo Muerte vs Doctor Dorado Loco DixonQuick Results: Loco put up a fight, but this one was all Lobo from start to finish...
Winner: Lobo Muerte
Rating: *** As the main event was about to start, El Macho found a seat in the crowd, off in the corner. He wanted a proper view to hopefully see another Santana family loss. And if this one somehow pulled a victory out, he’d have the consolation of knowing his father would be irked to no end. He didnt even realize until that moment he’d been carrying around his mask this whole time. The realization left him a little embarrassed, but he couldnt quite put his finger on why. “Hefe.” “Que es Hexagon? I don’t have time to talk, the main event is about to start…” “Phone call. I think its Dorado.” “Take a message, I’ll talk to that maldito later.” “I’m not a secretary Macho.” And with that he walked off. No matter, Dorado could wait, he’d catch him at the next… it suddenly occurred to El Macho that he couldnt remember the last time he’d seen Doctor Dorado. It had been weeks actually. Not since they briefly spoke in his office before the promotion started. Suddenly the main event faded to the background and El Macho made his way back to his office... Felix Santana III vs Diego GuerreroQuick Results: A match of the year candidate, and one of the most entertaining bouts to take place in a Lucha POWER ring, Diego Guerrero narrowly advances after rolling up Santana III.
Winner: Diego Guerrero
Rating: ***** ------------------------------------------------------------------ MEANWHILE IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION….. Doctor Dorado opened his eyes, but it made little difference. The small room he was being kept in was pitch black, disorientating him. The muscles in his arms ached from being restrained behind his back for days. Or at least he thought it was days. Without the benefit of sunlight, or a watch, time seemed irrelevant- though judging by the number of times he had been fed and allowed to go to the bathroom- he estimated that process was a once a day occurrence- he estimated he’d been living in captivity for a little over a week. “Yes, I put in the call. No- he didnt pick up but I know for a fact that the package arrived. Yes, yes- we’ll just have to be patient sir. Yes, I know- but once Dorado misses the show he’ll start to put two and two together. Yes sir. Yes- once he reaches out I will let you know.” Fuck, Dorado thought. I’m getting too old for this shit.
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Oct 26, 2020 14:39:20 GMT -8
 Lucha POWER Presents: Season 2 Episode 3Doctor Dorado had never been more bored in his life. For days now he had sat, arms tied behind his back, black sack on his head, being ignored in the corner of what seemed to be a living froom. He was fed twice a day (or so he assumed since it appeared meals alternated between breakfast and dinner), and was lead to a bathroom after each meal to use the bathroom. Otherwise? It was just a whole lot of sitting. This, of course, was not Dorado’s first kidnapping. He’d actually been kidnapped three previous times- it was a pretty standard affair in the world of lucha libre- especially when your boss had a habit of getting into bed with various cartels and mafias. Dorado dreamed that this just might be a chance to cash in on one more big time grudge match, but based on his age and place on the card, it was much more likely that this had something to do with El Macho. So Dorado had to just be patient and wait. “I really wish that bendejo would just take a loan out from a bank like a normal person” he mumbled under his breath. “What was that? What did you say?” “No se senor. No ingles.” Dorado slowly smiled under the hood. This had been his sole entertainment over the last...however long he’d been held captive. He learned quite early that his warden was an American and, for whatever reason, the powers that be had assigned him an American that could not speak Spanish. Dorado, despite being fluent in English- he lived in San Diego for almost 10 years in the early 2000’s- had decided he would play the dumb Mexican with this gringo to see how far he could get under his skin. The answer? Pretty far. “No se no se no se. That’s your fucking answer to everything. God I fucking hate this job. I’m not getting paid enough.” Suddenly, White Shoe’s phone rang and he got up and left the room. Dorado had dubbed him White Shoes since that was the only feature he could make out when he came close enough from under his hood. Those damn shoes were so white- and from the looks of them, expensive. As White Shoes left Dorado could hear an advertisement for the upcoming Lucha POWER show: “Live from Arena Pobre in Mexico City it’s Lucha POWER! Night Two of the Number One Contender Tournament will take place, with the winner facing champion Pantero Negro Jr in the MAIN EVENT. Jack Gold vs Hexagon Jr. Lobo Muerte vs Diego Guerrero. It’s the Final Four, so DO NOT MISS IT. Tickets still on sale! Act now!”Shit, Dorado thought. I was suppose to be in that tournament. Come ON Macho, get the ransom money or sign whatever match these fucking American’s want. I’m too old to be sitting in a chair this long.
Dorado’s train of thought was broken when White Shoes re-entered the room, still on the phone. “Yes, I got confirmation he got the package, AGAIN... no I don’t know what’s taking so long. Listen, you only paid me through the end of the week- this wasn’t part of our deal. What did you call me? Fuck you man! No, that’s bullshit... Fine, fine, but I want the money up front… Ok yeah, call me when its done and we can move on it.” With that Dorado could hear footsteps as White Shoes turned off the TV and walked over to where he was sitting. He paused in silence, and Dorado braced for what he assumed would be some form of violence. It never came. “You stupid idiot. Man, I have no idea why you are important. I’ve never even heard of you. Doctor Dorado? What kind of name is that? I guess it doesn't matter at this point. Looks like you won’t be my problem by the end of the week.” “No S-” “No fucking say. Yes I get it. You have no says. Fuck I can’t wait to get out of this shit bag country. You my friend, are going to enjoy your little field trip. You can No Say yourself all you want where you’re going.” No thanks, Dorado thought. I’m not sticking around here long enough to figure out what any of that means. If Macho wasn’t coming to get him, it was time for a jail break.
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Nov 1, 2020 11:37:37 GMT -8
 Lucha POWER Presents: Season 2 Episode 4El Camino was trying really hard not to throw up. Standing over a toilet in the locker room, the senior match official was equal parts trying to shake off a night of heavy drinking and avoid everyone else in the locker room. Why the fuck am I in charge tonight El Macho, you bastard. The note had been brief and without explanation. When Camino had shown up, taped on his locker was a note from the man in charge: “Need you to run the show tonight, something has come up. I’ll be in touch soon, good luck. Gracias. El Macho” Of all nights Macho, you ditch out on Dia de los Muertos? I don’t get paid enough for this shit. When it was apparent that whatever was in his stomach wasnt going anywhere, El Camino left the stall and braced himself for whatever awaited him in the locker room. Dia De Los Muertos was traditionally a giant show for Lucha POWER- it always drew a huge crowd and Arena Antiguo always seemed to carry the spirit of the luchas that had moved on. Camino typically welcomed the show, a chance to honor the past with the present. But without Macho, and Doctor Dorado MIA, somehow this broken down former lucha turned referee was left trying to keep things afloat. “Bien, escuchad, tios! Por favor!” The locker room slowly died down as everyone quizzically turned to face Camino. “Ok, si, El Macho is not here. So for tonight, I am in charge. We have the remaining rounds of the tournament to decide who faces Pantero Negro for his belt. That match will main event the show.” “Senor, that hardly seems fair- making the winner fight a third match against a fresh champion.” He couldnt see him but the voice made it easy to spot Paco Pequeno, presumably standing next to his client Jack Gold. “Why is my match up first again?” “If I’m not on the card, do I need to be here?” “I can’t find my left boot, I think a ghost took it” “Mira mira- the match card is posted on the wall. If you have problems with it, take it up with Macho when he gets back. I’m headed to the ring, good luck.” With that, El Camino left as the locker room devolved into a sea of bickering. Maybe they’ll tear each other apart and I won’t have to do this tonight. When he made his way to the ring he was met with… a full crowd? Confused he turned to the PA announcer. “Where’s the social distancing crap?” “Warrior Pro sent a truck full of rapid tests, so they let the arena book up.” “Warrior Pro?” “Si, at least we assumed it was them, who else would spend that kind of money?” “Huh, I guess so. Alright, lets get the first match out here...” Jack Gold vs Hexagon JrQuick Results: A barn burner of a match that saw both men go straight to their finishes, with Gold landing the 24 Karat for the victory...
Winner: Jack Gold
Rating: *** As Paco and Jack celebrated in the ring, Paco came over to shake El Camino’s hand. In it, was a hundred dollar bill. “Mira, amigo. Jack win’s his second match si? Maybe theres a couple friends I can introduce you too if he walks out of here with a new belt…” El Camino was not a rich man. His years of lucha libre had allowed for a lifestyle of hard living that required him, despite main eventing for close to twenty years, to continue to referee matches to make ends meet. An American hundred dollar bill was not lost on him, and before he knew it Paco was with his client waving to the crowd, leaving Camino holding the money. He turned to pocket it when suddenly, at ringside, he saw legendary lucha Red Demon staring back at him, shaking his head in disapproval. This was made extra alarming by the fact that Red Demon had been dead for almost 20 years. El Camino closed his eyes tight, then peaked back and was relieved to see Red Demon was no longer there. Lobo Muerte vs Diego GuerreroQuick Results: A match of the year candidate, as both men went all out- kicking out of each others finishes and trading near falls before Diego was finally able to roll up Lobo for the exciting upset.
Winner: Diego Guerrero
Rating: ***** With the match over, El Camino raced to put himself between Lobo and Diego. Camino had officiated enough of Lobo’s matches to know that a close loss could very well ignite fury in the volatile lucha. But to his surprise, Lobo shook hands and played the role of gracias loser, as both men waived at the crowd and walked out together. It was a sight El Camino was uneasy with, as it seemed to emphasis the bribe sitting in his pocket. As Diego made his way back out to take on Jack Gold in the finals, he patted El Camino on the back. “Uno mas amigo, feeling great!” “Si, you looked good Diego.” Warily, El Camino’s eyes moved back to the spot he had imagined Red Demon earlier, and sure enough, there he was- this time sitting with renowned rudo and fellow not living lucha- Choque. Both aberrations made a motion to Camino’s pocket while also shaking their heads. This is stupid. Like I need to be judged by two of the nastiest rudos there ever were. El Camino again shook off the visiting spirits as Jack Gold entered the ring, with his undersized manager’s gaze fixed on him... Diego Guerrero vs Jack GoldQuick Results: Both men looked tired from their earlier matches, but Diego proved the fresher lucha, battling back from Gold’s offense and landing a Canadian Destroyer right in the middle of the ring, winning the tournament and earning a shot at Pantero’s belt.
Winner: Diego Guerrero
Rating: **** El Camino just couldnt do it. With the slightest hesitation that he was sincerely hoping no one would see, he slammed his hand down on the mat a third time and called the match for Diego Guerrero. Paco immediately stormed the ring, and Camino greeted him with the hundred dollar bill, slamming it in the managers chest. “You’re going to regret this.” “We’ll see, no get out of my ring- we have a title fight coming up punto.” b]Lucha POWER Championship: Pantero Negro Jr vs Diego Guerrero[/b] Quick Results: A back and forth match that seemed to be in the champions favor on more than one occasion, before Diego managed to, again, hit the Canadian Destroyer right in the middle of the ring to pick up the shocking upset and win the title.
Winner: Diego Guerrero
Rating: **** Before El Camino could even raise the hand of the new champion, pandemonium took over. As if out of nowhere, Dungeon Dominguez appeared with a chair, cracking the skull of the new champion before laying out the former for good measure. Trash was littering the ring as the fans booed the ruined chance to celebrate a masterful night for Diego Guerrero. From ringside Camino could see Paco instructing the big man to continue his destruction. Where was Lobo, Camino thought. Either way, this is my queue to get out of here…But it was too late. The instant he turned around, there was Jack Gold already in mid swing with a chair of his own. The sound made a sickening crack as Camino crumbled to the floor. As the lights went out and gave way to darkness, he could see, floating just above the ring, the outlines of Red Demon, Choque, and now El Gigante- the seven foot former owner, all three shaking their heads in disapproval. Fuck all of you.------------------------------------------------------------------ MEANWHILE IN A CAR NOT FAR FROM HERE….. El Macho was speeding faster than he probably should be, but if he was right- his friend might be in more danger than he originally thought. The note he had received at his home, identical to the one sent to the arena, had been pretty clear. They had Doctor Dorado, and they wanted to discuss his safe release. It was the last part that worried him. Ransom’s in Mexico were not uncommon, but kidnapping to force a meeting? That didnt sit well with Macho. As he approached the house, Macho pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to Tank McDaniel, Warrior Pro Wrestling owner and maybe the last friend he had. “Amigo, if you do not here from me in an hour, call la policia.” He approached the front door, took a deep breath and knocked. It opened immediately. “Hola Sal.”
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Dec 18, 2020 15:31:14 GMT -8
 Lucha POWER Presents: Season 2 Episode 5El Macho was stinking drunk. After another wave of the pandemic hit Mexico City, local officials re-shut down live events, effectively killing the promotion’s return right as it was getting started. His freshly crowned champion, Diego Guerrero, was sitting on ice after a career defining tournament win that culminated in beating Pantero Negro Jr in an epic match. The post match brawl with Paco’s goons was a promoters dream. But all of that would have to wait, because now no one in the city was cleared to run shows. He was stuck. His best friend was still missing, and he couldn't help but hate watch the Santana’s celebrating in the ring following their recent victory over in The Office. Macho clumsily went to refill his glass, only to find the tequila bottle empty. He tossed both at the wall and felt some bit of satisfaction watching the glass shatter on impact. There must be another bottle around here somewhere, he thought as he labored to stand and rummage through his office. Untouched in a drawer beneath his TV was a fresh bottle, covered in dust, signed by none other than fucking Sal de Roca. “A mi mejor amigo.” Macho could feel the vomit coming up but forced himself to suck it back down. The memory came back to him in a daze, his conversation weeks ago while he was still actively looking for Doctor Dorado.. “El Macho, what the fuck do you want?” “Let me in Sal, we need to talk.” Macho was standing at the doorway to Sal’s house, one that still looked much larger than a luchador could afford by normal means, despite rumors that Sal’s connections to organized crime had been somewhat severed. It seemed to confirm Macho’s suspicions, that maybe those rumors were just that, and this asshole was behind whatever was going on with him and Dorado. “No way. Why the fuck should I let you in?” “I’m not messing around Sal. I know about Dorado. I know you have him. Now let me in so we can work this out or Voy a golpearte frente a tu casa.” “Jesus Macho, calmate. I have no idea what you are talking about- I haven’t seen Dorado in months. If I wanted to come after you, it would be you who would be fucking missing. And you know it puto. Now get off my porch before I shoot you in the head. Vete de aqui.” Sal slammed the door and left Macho to stew. Reluctantly, he knew Sal was right. Despite their history Sal and Dorado never had personal beef and besides, and if the La Guerra mobster was going to make a move, he wouldn’t have hid it from Macho. So now, without his friend, his promotion, or his mask, El Macho was left to drink through the holiday’s and hope the new year presented a different outlook. At first Macho thought he imagined the sound of people talking, drunken voices in his head. But then they god louder… and seemed to be calling his name. “El Macho, get your fat ass out here.” I must be imagining things, I’m drunk. There’s no one here.“Seriously, we know you’re in your office. Please, please don’t make me drag you out here.” Wait… I know who that is. Collecting himself as best he could, El Macho set down the bottle of tequila and made his way out of his office and into the practice ring area. It was there he found his old friend Doctor Dorado tied up in the middle of the ring flanked by two men. The first one Macho did not recognize, and red haired gringo. The second one was unmistakable, even with a lucha mask on. “I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. Hello, El Macho. My name is Doc Wyatt.”
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Feb 22, 2021 13:31:04 GMT -8
Lucha POWER Presents: Season 2 Episode 6
“You gotta be kidding.” “No Diego, I am afraid I am not.” Lucha POWER champion Diego Guerrero was sitting in El Macho’s office, fists clenched as he listened to the owner give him the rundown of his long awaited first title defense. He was not taking the news well. “He’s not even lucha. He’s an outsider, and a prick to boot. He hasnt earned anything here, regardless of what he’s done up north. Are we all just forgetting he kidnapped Dorado?” “I do not forget anything. Doc Wyatt is one of the most popular gringos in the world. Tank’s shows sell out largely because of that “prick.” Our presale tickets are already sold out. Need I remind you we havent exactly been able to run live shows the past year. We need the money. And the Doctor will get his shot at revenge too, he signed off on this plan.” Diego wasn’t sold. His title win during the fall tournament had been a shock to everyone, and since then the company had done next to nothing to promote him. Nothing close to what was done for the likes of past champions like Dungeon or Pantero Negro. This just felt like a chance to move the belt to an American gringo for the cheap pop and easy press. Not to mention stroke Tank McDaniel’s ego that much more. “I don’t trust him, and we don’t need his brand of business in the locker room- we already have Paco to deal with. If you inisist on the match, you have to ref it. Macho let out a deep sigh. “Fine, ya esto. Now go get ready for your match. You’re in the main event.” He pointed to the night’s card: Hexagon Jr vs Nightmare Clown
Bo “The Animal” Leslie vs Loco Dixon
Diego Guerrero & Los Terribles vs Team Paco: Dungeon, Jack Gold, El Experto (SFW)Reluctantly, Diego made his way to the door, right as Doc Wyatt, complete with full lucha mask, walked in with his Outlaw stablemate Bo Outlaw right on his heels. “Diego! Que pasa! My opponent and keeper of my new belt. You’re taking good care of it I presume?” Without waiting for an answer Doc pressed past Diego and moved into Macho’s office. “Macho, I knew this place was a dump but come on- that locker room makes Tank’s operations look like a Golden Touch show.” “Fuck you bendejo.” Diego decided he had reached his limit of being jerked around. “Excuse me?” “You heard me gringo. Fuck. You. At Lucha Fantastico, the only only belt you are walking out of the ring with is that same second rate one you’re wearing now. You are looking at the best luchadore in the world. “Well look who’s balls just dropped Bo. What an inspiring speech kid- did you plan that? Practice in the mirror? I’ve taken down guys with twice the talent of you, so while I appreciate the gumption, I don’t think its going to take you far. Now that you’ve said what you need to say, kindly fuck off- the grown ups need to talk.” Hexagon Jr vs Nightmare ClownRecap: A spot fest of a match that saw both men look to continue to out do the other with big move after big move.
Winner: Hexagon Jr
Rating: *** El Macho stood at the entrance to the back to the arena to greet both men as they were exiting the main arena. Hexagon and Nightmare were arguing over their finish and completely bypassed the boss without noticing him. Macho retracted his outstretched hand and tried to pretend the awkwardness never occurred, but it was too late. “What does it say about a leader when his men will not acknowledge his presence? Senor Bonilla would never let that happen.” “Hola Paco, a pleasure as always.” “Senor Macho. I have heard the main event of Lucha Fantastico will be Doc Wyatt vs Diego Guerrero. How long will you continue to ignore Dungeon Dominguez and his rightful claim on that belt? In what other promotion does this happen?” “No se. But your client is lucky I didnt suspend him outright for attacking my champion. Lobo and Pantero want their hands on your guys, and I’m inclined to give them that opportunity. So go grab Jack Gold and beat those two in a tag match at Lucha Fantastico, and you can choose who gets the next title shot.” He didn’t wait for an answer and turned and left. Macho was tired. Tired of the complaining, of the politics, of the global pandemic ruining his plans and shows. It was time the boss reclaimed his company once and for all. Bo “The Animal” Leslie vs Loco DixonRecap: Hard hitting match that saw The Animal off balance at first due to Loco’s unorthodox style, before settling in and delivering the win as Doc looked on pleasantly at ringside...
Winner: Bo Leslie
Rating: *** As Doc and Bo made their way back to the locker room, they found El Macho waiting for them. “Macho, whats up bud?” “Shut up. I am changing our arrangement.” “Change? How?” “The match at Lucha Fantastico will no longer be Doctor Dorado vs Bo Leslie. It will be El Macho and Doctor Dorado vs Bo and whoever else he wants from the Outlaws.” “Haha. You want- I mean you are “forcing” me to name two of my guys to beat up your old ass and your buddie? I mean sure thing Macho, whatever you say. You’re the boss.” “Excellente. One more thing. You even think about touching Diego before their fight, this whole thing is called off.” “You got it hefe. I wont lay a hand on him.” Diego Guerrero & Los Terribles vs Team Paco: Dungeon, Jack Gold, El Experto (SFW)Recap: A wild 6 man tag with a bunch of cool spots, but the chaos of the match saw time expire before anyone was pinned or submitted...
Winner: Time Limit DRAW
Rating: **** As the match was called, the crowd booed at the finish, both sides continued to yell back and forth at each other when Doc Wyatt and Bo Leslie jumped into the ring, with Doc and Diego staring each other down, before Doc put his hands up and walked away…. Right as Bo delivered a vicious lariat to Diego. He then picked him up and delivered an F5, as Doc taunted the unconcious Champ as the show went off the air… LUCHA FANTASTICO WILL AIR LIVE ON MARCH 4th at 5:30pm PT on TWITCH The Card ?? vs Nightmare Clown
El Macho & Doctor Dorado vs The Jackson Hole Outlaws
Community Trios Match
Los Terribles vs Dungeon Dominguez and Jack Gold
Lucha Power Championship: Diego Guerrero (c) vs Doc Wyatt
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Mar 11, 2021 11:01:24 GMT -8
Lucha POWER Presents: Season 2 FINALE
The third annual Lucha POWER/Warrior Pro supershow lived up to the hype with a packed card filled with crazy lucha action. Read on for the full recap, including all matches, results, and a final conclusion to Season Two of Lucha POWER Presents... Vaquero vs Nightmare ClownRecap: An impressive debut match for the promotions newest member. Nightmare Clown pulled out all the stops to pick up the win, but it was the newcomer that would stay the course and pick up the victory.
Winner: Vaquero
Rating: *** Doctor Dorado & El Macho vs Jackson Hole Outlaws (Animal & Roy)Recap: With all the personal history here, this match took the profile of a bar room brawl and less of an actual match. After 30 minutes of brawling with little regard for things like pins, the time limit would run out with both teams still fighting on the outside with officials having to break up both teams.
Winner: DRAW
Rating: ** Community Trios Showcase: Hexagon Jr., Silver Blaze, El Experto (SFW) vs Super Mohan (La Guerra), Rodimus Prime (STRUGGLE), Arnazito Miracolo (HTW)Recap: A crazy action packed match that showcased six luchas from around the world and predictably stole the show with the favorite for match of the night. In the middle of all the six man mayhem, Arazito Miracolo snagged a rollup victory for his team
Winner: Super Mohan, Rodimus Prime, & Arnazito Miracolo
Rating: **** Los Terribles vs Dungeon Dominguez and Jack Gold (w/ Paco Pequeno)Recap: Though he was prevented from defending his belt on the show, Warrior Pro Champion John Logan made an appearance at ringside, showing off the full stable of Team Paco for the first time. Technical difficulties on the live show prevented viewers from seeing one of the best tag team matches of the young year. The Terribles cousins looked great early on, but Dungeon Dominguez, who has mostly been held on ice over the last 6 months, went rough shot- blasting through both men and setting up teammate Jack Gold to snag the rollup pin and the victory for team Paco.
Winner: Dungeon Dominguez and Jack Gold
Rating: **** Lucha Championship: Diego Guerrero (c) vs Doc WyattRecap: It was the Doc Wyatt match we have all come to expect. Diego looked like a million bucks early, but Doc would hang around, and when Diego tried to take things to the top rope, Doc being Doc countered into the rollup pin to become the first person to win both the Warrior Pro and Lucha POWER championships.
Winner: AND NEEEEEW CHAMP Doc Wyatt
Rating: **** AFTER THE SHOW IN EL MACHO'S OFFICE.... El Macho sat alone in his office, a tall glass of tequila left untouched in front of him. It had been a long six months, but with the biggest show of the year over he had to admit, the crowd was strong and the matches for the most part had delivered. He could overhear the wrestlers changing in the next room, the energy seemingly positive. Maybe he was finally over the hump. Sure, Doc Wyatt as champ was going to be a headache but he couldnt deny the gringo would sell tickets, and match ups with his top guys would be a fresh change of pace. Hell, even a rematch with Diego would probably sell out. Things were looking up. "Hefe?" El Macho looked up and saw former champ Diego Guerrero standing at the door. "Si, claro, adelante." Diego entered and took a seat. His eyes wandered around the room, it seemed as if he was avoiding El Macho's gaze. "That match mas excelente Diego. I know you must be disappointed, but we can run it back, Doc is a bendejo but he will sell tickets. Look what he did for Lobo Muerte up north- you will be a star when its all said and done." "I dont know. This past year... I just dont know if this is the right company for me. This place is crazy, Paco ran this company at gunpoint and you let him hang around and manage people? Doc literally kidnapped your friend and you give him a title shot? Esta loco. I need to evaluate my options." "Options?" Macho leaned back in his chair. "Diego, muchacho, there aren't many options here in Mexico. There are fewer and fewer promotions running. Hell even long standing lucha promotions outside of Mexico like Santana Family Wrestling aren't running anymore. Where would you go?" "Per usual hefe, you don't know everything thats going on. " Diego stood up and put a piece of paper on the table. "These were being handed out at the show tonight." As he turned and left the room, Macho leaned forward to read the flyer. While studying the words, he grabbed the glass of tequila and took it down all at once. "Fuck"
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