::Mystico vs Proeliator::

[Chris Pederoso]

The Lights go down in the arena as a mysterious gold stopwatch appears on the Titantron. As it counts down from ten, Images of the Mexican Hawk appear after each second elapses. As the clock hits zero, this Spanish text “Oigo voces en mi cabeza” hits the Titantron as the sound effects of the countdown go silent. All of a sudden, an explosion of fireworks hit the two sides of the stage. Blue and Silver lights fill the arena as the fans cheer and boo in equal measure. The Mexican warrior walks out from the back and onto the stage.




Booyaka. Booyaka.... Mystico.
Booyaka. Booyaka.... That's my pueblo.

As the crowd see Mystico, the mixed reactions that were pretty quite earlier begin to amplify into a mix of rapturous applause and vicious boos and hisses. A sly smirk can be seen through his mask which the camera picks up on. The Mexican Hawk takes in the atmosphere in a very confident manner, his hands on his hips, just looking from left to right very slowly. After 30 seconds or so of soaking up the atmosphere from the crowd, he slowly walks to the ring, as if calculating what he is going to do to his opponent

Ya llego el Mystico.
El vato cabron de San Diego.
Flash up on the scene like a brown crusader.
Blowing up screens like Space Invaders.
Too much damage for one to manage.
Going 51:50 speaking Spanglish.

::Lizzie::
The following contest is scheduled for one fall. On his way to the ring, from Guadalajara Mexico, weighing in at 180 Lbs, “The Mexican Hawk” El Mysticooooo!!

::Jimmy::
We saw the this Luchadore take his first vicotory against a man twice his size, The Hardcore Hammer, Blade Hunter

::Ray::
Tell me again how he did that again, Hunter crushed him and he got out if it in one piece. Won’t happen tonight though


Aste a un lado estoy pesado.
Vivo la vida peleando pecado.
Altom me duele la alma.
Y deje mi cartera en Tijuana.
El soldado enmascarado te cuidado.
Paisa paisa, estas pasado

Mystico doesn’t take his calculating eyes off the ring as he walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans as he passes them. A small group of fans at the left hand side of the ramp begin loudly chanting “let’s go Mystico” which the Mexican again ignores and heads strait to the ring. As he reaches the ring he turns to his left and heads up the steel steps and into the ring. As he steps into the ring the spotlights then follow him as he walks over to the far turnbuckle. He then climbs the turnbuckle and just stares out to the fans. Many flashes of cameras go off but Mystico just stares, does not pose what so ever and then steps down. He then glares at the entrance stage, eagerly awaiting the return of the Proeliator.

[hancocker]

The crowd begins to die down a little as the public address system slowly brings Mystico's music to a halt. The crowd is deathly quiet, awaiting the return of someone they hardly saw, yet had heard so much about.

Jimmy Pate:~ Well, this match has the opportunity to propel either one of these men to the next level. Neither men really proven here in EVPW, although the Proeliator has something of a following from his days in LDWA.

Ray White:~ Meh, this match has the opportunity to be boring. Two young guys with no experience and one of them took time off for a funeral and expects to come back welcomed with open arms. Yeah, not going to happen.

Seemingly on cue, I'm Broken by Pantera begins to play and the Proeliator walks through the curtains onto the stage without the fanfare and pyro he once had.

Lizzie:~ And the opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, THE PROELIATOR!

Sporting trunks and a jacket and fully ditching any semblance of his old self, the Pro takes a second to realize he's actually getting some cheers. Taking a moment to readjust himself mentally and scout the arena, he begins walking towards the squared circle with a sense of purpose. Rolling in underneath the bottom rope he jumps up to his feet stares down Mystico, beginning to find his focus as he gets checked by the ref to be sure he's ready to compete.

Ray White:~ You ever think they give these rookies interesting matches so that people don't just shit all over the match?

JP:~ Did you really just ask me that? This match has the potential to be an excellent contest, considering Mystico's string of victories and Proeliator's shoot background.

As Jimmy is speaking, the ref signals for the bell, commencing this contest.

[Chris Pederoso]

OOC - I thought we were using the SNK Commentators?

The referee signals to the time keeper to strike the bell and start this long awaited competition. The bell tolls three times as both men circle the ring, both keeping a close eye on their opponent. The veteran Proeliator strikes first as he swoops for the left leg of Mystico. The Mexican throws his leg out of the grasp of the Pro. This leaves the King of the Cage vulnerable to an attack from the extremely fast Mexican Hawk, who twist his body 180 degrees at lightning speed to kick the back of the knee of Proeliator. The Pro drops to one knee as Mystico takes this opportunity to capitalize, the Mexican sprints over to the opposite ring rope and rebounds off it. He runs towards the maimed Proeliator with his foot raised but the more experienced Pro manages to duck under the foot and gets to his feet. As the Mexican turns around, the man from Pittsburgh greets him by lifting him by the waist and charging him into the turnbuckle. As the spine of Mystico hits the lightly padded turnbuckle, Proeliator wastes no time, throwing hard and clean right hands directly to the forehead of Mystico. It takes around 8 or 9 to finally put Mystico on his arse in the corner. With Mystico in a sitting position, he’s a sitting duck as the Pro starts to stomp a mudhole in the Mexican, kicking him in the head and chest. Mystico drags himself out of the corner with the aid of the bottom rope, pulling himself towards the other turnbuckle. Before he could get to the turnbuckle, the Pennsylvanian took four large steps backwards before charging at Mystico and drop kicking him out of the ring, the thud of the Mexicans body hitting the floor was drowned out by the roars of the audience.

::Jimmy::
Wow, this match has started at 100 mph. The little Mexican started off well but…..well

::Ray::
Well…..is right. Now watch as the Pro takes his rightful place here in EVPW.

Mystico rolls around two metres up the ramp, trying to escape the rath of the returning Proeliator. As he gets to his feet, he looks back in time to see the stiff right hand flying towards his face, which connects perfectly with the Mexicans jaw. This sends the Hawk another couple of feet up the ramp as the Pro chases him, Proeliator dives down and drives his elbow into the left knee of Mystico. The devastating chop block sends Mystico crashing to the metal ramp, holding his knee with a look of sheer agony on his face. Proeliator shows no mercy and immediately lifts the Mexican to his feet by his head and mask. As Mystico gets to his feet, Proeliator retains his grip of the Mexicans head as he runs with him towards the stage set. As they get within three feet of the set, Proeliator launches the Mexican forward into the set. The head of Mystico bounces of the steel wall of the Ragnarok, forcing him to fall backwards onto the stage. The veteran takes no chances and goes for pin. 1……2…..The Mexican throws his right shoulder off the stage, breaking the pin. Pro gets up and starts a vicious assault on the Hawk, stomping on every visible and moving limb of Mystico’s body. Pro, once again, lifts Mystico to his feet, but this time the intelligent Mexican under hooks the left arm and then the head of Pro. He then throws himself backwards, driving the forehead of Proeliator into the steel girders of the stage.

::Jimmy::
Woah woah…….Oh my god no!!!!

::Ray::
Jesus Christ……BAH GAWD……HOLY FUCK…….I’m getting away with swearing on live T.V

The downward spiral into the stage had lacerated the forehead of the Pro, who was close to unconsciousness. The heel goes for the cover….1…..2…..The Pro barely gets his shoulder up of the stage which infuriates the Mexican. Mystico wants to end this match early and intentions are made clear when he walks over to the left hand side of the stage and finds himself a steel chair. The veteran Pro sits himself up against the set, only to become a lot more vulnerable to the chair wielding Mexican. Mystico starts a run up towards the fallen Proeliator with a plan in his mind. He gets within four feet of Pro and lifts his feet of the ground, gliding towards his opponent with the chair in front of his feet. The chair with the full weight of Mystico behind it clash with the head of Pro, causing his head to slam against the set and fall into unconsciousness. Mystico tries to get the cover but can’t move due to some kind of ankle injury brought on by that extreme attack. The referee signals to the backstage area for medical attention, as Mystico rolls around in absolute agony. Eventually the Emergency Medical Trainers come to the aid of the injured Mexican. The Pro, whose bearings are coming back to him, sees the injured Mystico and also sees a great opportunity to inflict yet more damage to the body of Mystico.

::Ray::
GAWD, that looks painful……HAHA I LOVE IT

::Jimmy::
Ah come on, that looks really painful. Pro’s won’t show mercy though, here he comes…..

The Proeliator gets to his feet and begins to walk towards the fallen Mexican, he walks with Spaghetti legs and a sadistic look on his face. Pro shoves the first EMT he comes across as the others scatter away, he then lifts his right foot about three feet in the air and drops with great force and the injured ankle of Mystico. This causes Mystico to, yet again, roll around in agony nursing his injured limb. This brings a smile to the now bloody face of the fan favourite Proeliator. The fans burst into a symphony of cheers of approval as the Pro poses for the crowd at the top of the stage. He then goes for the steel chair, which is now dented with a vague print of the face of Proeliator. The now chair wielding Pro smashes the chair off the steel ramp to hype up the crowd before advancing on the slowly recovering Mystico.

TBC - Pro

[hancocker]

Assessing the carnage and attempting find his bearings, the Proeliator eyes Mystico and deliberately moves towards the fallen Mexican, raising the chair as he does so. Pausing for a moment to take in the surprising chorus of cheers, the King of the Cage swings the chair violently at the prone, yet struggling Mystico, connecting with his injured leg. As he turns to face the audience, the Pro raises the chair as if to signal victory and tosses it off of the stage to the side, and adjusting his focus to his adversary. Writhing in pain, Mystico uses his arms to pull himself as far away from tonight's nemesis as he drags his mostly useless body behind the curtain and attempts to find somewhere to hide.

Ray White:~Ahaha, where's Mystico running to?

JP:~ It appears he's running away from a fight, Ray, not towards anything.

Ray:~ I bet he's just going to find a chalupa to tide him over until the end of the match.

Jimmy Pate looks across at his broadcast partner, realizes he's being serious, and promptly facepalms.

JP:~ Well, regardless of where he's running to, the Proeliator needs to focus on finding him, because he's still on stage.

As the Pro gets over his initial shock of being cheered, he turns around to find an empty stage and looks around, scouting the proximity. Without hesitating he goes through the curtain and turns both ways, seeing road agents and crew workers up and down the hallway but no Mystico. Walking over to the nearest crew member, the master of the armbar quickly grabs him by the shirt and forces him into the wall, lifting him up as he does so.

Pro:~Where the fuck did that pint-sized border-hopping bitch run to?

Backstage Worker:~ I...I...I.. I didn't see him sir....

Casting the useless crew worker aside, the Dark Warrior continues on his trek to find his cowardly opponent. Spotting an old friend sitting outside of the women's bathroom taping up, the Pro calls out to him.

Pro:~ You see where he went?

Metal Dragon:~ Towards concessions, look up.

Metal Dragon stands up and walks off, leaving the Proeliator confused as to what up means, but at least getting sent in the right direction. Heading off towards the concessions, he looks for the most logical place, the taco stand. Searching out he finds the dirtiest appearing mexican and asks him if he's seen his masked nemesis.

Pro:~ Que Pasa senor. You see a masked midget running around here?

Garrett Lavery:~ Naw homes, I just make the feesh tacos.

Dejected, Pro turns around to see Mystico's crotch flying towards his face, but is able to duck out of the way in time to avoid the teabag plancha. Spinning around to take advantage of the over-zealous attack of Mystico, the Pro is caught off guard with a mule kick downstairs which sends him backwards into the doorway of the women's bathroom where he collapses.

JP:~ So Mystico was hiding up above the doorway of a women's bathroom? You'd think that would be the second place Proeliator would look.

Ray White:~ Hahahaha... yeah, well the gamble paid off and the tide has turned. Pro looks about ready to puke.

Seizing the ample opportunity in front of him, the masked man from Guadalajara gets a running start and jumps with both feet in front, connecting with the chest cavity of the Proeliator and knocking him into the concrete wall behind him. Without missing a beat, Mystico grabs the king of the cage and drags him through the bathroom amidst the chorus of shrieking women, standing him up on the farside wall and gives him a stiff knee to the gut as his enemy's knees buckle and he hits the concrete. Continuing the assault, he opens up the stall after checking that it was unoccupied and props open the door while grabbing the head of his nemesis, dragging him near the head of the bowl. Lifting the struggling Pro up towards the porcelain basin, Mystico gives one last strong grunt and shoves his adversary's head into the toilet whilst flushing with his free hand.

Ray White:~ Thats a huge pile of shit waiting to be flushed!

JP:~ I cannot believe that Mystico would stoop to such levels! This is morbid and unsanitary!

Ray White:~ Aw, its all in good fun Jimmy. Not like he's gonna die or anything.

Again, Jimmy Pate looks over at Ray White, and facepalms.

JP:~ By the struggle we're seeing here, I'd assume that Mystico is attempting to asphyxiate the Armbar Master in an attempt to pick up the victory.

As he continues to immerse his opponent's head in the flowing water, Mystico yells for him to give it up and just quit before finally letting go and allowing the Proeliator to flop onto the tile floor. Rushing to finish the match, he covers his incapacitated foe.

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.....2.....



But the Pro dug deep, using whatever testicular fortitude he had left afforded to him and pulled his right shoulder up, breaking the count and continuing the match. Growing frustrated and his ankle beginning to inflame more, the masked mexican's desperation increases as he walks out of the bathroom and into the corridor, looking both ways before he decides to take a right and head down that way, searching for something. Eyes moving back and forth along the hallway then entire way, he spots a fire extinguisher, grabs it and runs back towards the bathroom. Up to a full sprint of mexican fury, he busts into the bathroom violently and points the hose at the still downed raging warrior. As he takes a moment to collect his thoughts he looks at the sink, and back over to the occupied stall, and to the sink again. Deciding its worth the risk, Mystico raises the extinguisher high over his head and thrusts downward towards the sink in an effort to break it. As Mystico connects with the sink a shrill scream is heard from his direction as he drops the now cracked fire extinguisher and shakes his hands. The Pro, wasting no time, gets to his feet and rushes towards the masked marvel, clasping him in his arms as he does so and driving him into the wall by the door's exit with a vicious thud. Getting to his feet quickly as he can, the Pro hears something like a gunshot and is hit with foam. He turns around to see extinguisher foam coating the lavatory and grabs the much smaller Mystico, lifting him onto his back in a fireman's carry as he exits the bathroom.

JP:~ Well, that backfired for Mystico. Wonder whats on Proeliator's mind?

Ray:~ Shitty water, his head was in the toilet Jimmy.

Taking a look around the concessions area outside the bathroom, the Pro stares down the Taco stand and the vendor he talked to before by the name of Garrett. Storming towards the station Garrett begins to make small talk.

Garrett Lavery:~ Hey esse, want a feesh taco? I made it mysel....

As he's trying to sell his greasy, mexican goods, he's met with a flying Mystico who has been tossed over the stand directly into him. Falling backwards from the blow he falls into nacho cheese dispenser, breaking it and spilling hot cheese everywhere, burning himself in the process. Proeliator, quick to capitalize, moves Garrett out of the way and goes for the pinfall attempt on Mystico.

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.....2.....



TBC: Mystico

[Chris Pederoso]

The pin is broken, not by Mystico, but by Proeliator. The hot cheese on the chest of the Mexican scolds the covering chest of the Pro, this causes the Pro to jump around, desperately trying to scrape off the hot nacho cheese. This comes over as somewhat amusing to the Ragnarok audience who are watching on the Titantron in the main arena.

::Garrett Lavery::
Hey esse, don’t waste my cheese you son a bitch. At least let me lick it off eh.

::Proeliator::
AAARRGGHHHH, shut up you screaming bender border hopping fucker, DAMN IT that’s hot.

Mystico looks on whilst licking some of the cheese off his arm. Proeliator continues to shake off the disturbing advances of Garrett Lavery, not aware of the recovering and coiling Mystico. The poised Mexican then runs at the veteran and grips the back of his head. Just as he does so, he launches the head of Proeliator into the concrete wall. He then does the same thing on the opposite wall. The Pro is being thrown from wall to wall, his skull bouncing off the concrete. After being smashed against the wall for the fourth time, Proeliator drops to his knees with his eyes glazed over is a very dazed fashion. Mystico drags the Pro to the concession stand about 20 yards away, burning the back of the Pro. Mystico grabs a Kingbear mug, much to the dismay of the EVPW employee. The Mexican begins talking trash to the almost unconscious King of the Cage, before lifting the cup above his head. Just as he begins to throw his right arm forward, the Pro blocks him and quickly throws the Mexican into the concession stand. All of the merchandise went flying as the two superstars crashed to the ground. There is a distinct roar in the background as the crowd start to believe that Proeliator is about to take over. Whilst the two men are down, two or three fans start to steal the fallen merchandise. The concessions stand clerk sees this and instead of running after the thieves, he just shrugs and goes to see Garrett about a feesh taco. The fans burst into a symphony of laughter, followed by a *Lets go Pro* chant, that psyches the fans into a frenzy. The Proeliator is the first to his feet whilst Mystico shortly follows.

::Jimmy::
Bah Gawd!! What impact though that table, good grief.

::Ray::
Forget the table, those bastards took the t-shirt I wanted, damn it.

The Proeliator is the first to react as he takes two steps forwards and levels Mystico with a huge right hand, knocking the Mexican back a few paces. Again, the Pro swings a huge right hand towards the face of the Mexican hawk, this time causing the young Mexican to create some distance between himself and the EVPW veteran. Mystico heads towards the locker rooms and reaches a door with the word “Divas” written on it. Proeliator’s eyes light up at the thought of seeing some of the most beautiful women on the planet, naked. Without giving it a second thought, he charges at Mystico with both a look of rage and a look of excitement on his face. When he gets close enough to Mystico he raises his foot around the same height as Mystico himself. As they collide, Mystico’s head gets crushed between the foot of the Proeliator and the big wooden door. Eventually, the door falls under the pressure causing the Mexican to collapse though it. Immediately, the Proeliator dives through the door, ignoring his fallen foe, and looks around the room. Seeing nothing in his immediate sight, he walks into the room and around the corner in the showers. An overwhelming look of anger and disappointment crosses the face of the Proeliator, replacing the former look of excitement before giving a loud, violent expression…….

::Proeliator::
SON OF A BITCH!!!

The Pro paces around the room, his head full of thoughts of what the divas may have looked like, before realizing that there was a semi-conscious Mexican on the floor at the entrance to the room. Wasting little time, he runs over to the Mexican Hawk and turns him onto his back, before trying to bring the match to an end……1……2…..Mystico gets a shoulder of the marble floor before the count of three, much to the disappointment of the Proeliator, who realizes his immature mistake. Taking in his surroundings, the Pro thinks of what he could do to finally put the Mexican away. He then remembers the showers he saw whilst looking for his dream come true. The Mexican was slowly getting to his knees but the Pro helps him on his way in a very aggressive manner, dragging him to his feet. The King of the Cage then drags the Mexican around the corner and into the shower area. The Pro throws one big right hand, knocking Mystico into a shower cubicle. Mystico is leant against the wall of the cubicle whilst the Pro makes his way into the shower with him. Pro then grabs the shower head and wraps the cord around the throat of Mystico, choking the life out of the rookie Mexican. Thinking he only has one chance, Mystico elbows the Pro in the sternum, loosening his grip of the cord. Another two big elbows finally makes the Pro drop the shower cord. As all this is going on, Ryan Hughes crept in to the Locker room, hoping for the same thing the Pro was. Instead he hears a lot of moaning and grunting from the shower area. On inspection he sees the bodies of two men. Traumatised, he then backs out of the room.

::Ryan Hughes::
I didn’t just see that, I didn’t just see that, I didn’t just see that.

Not paying any attention to Hughes, Mystico grips the head of the Proeliator and smashes it off the left side of the shower. As the Pro’s head snaps back, Mystico once again grips the head of the Pro but this time smashes it , not on, but through the glass wall of the cubicle. Proeliator collapses back onto the right side of the shower before being shoved out by the Mexican. The Mexican steps out of the shower and dives on top off the motionless carcass off the Proeliator, 1….2….The Pro barely moves his left shoulder off the floor, but enough to stop the referee’s count. This frustrates the Mexican to the extent that he punches a hole through the side of the shower wall, which lacerates the back of the hand of Mystico. Proeliator, who is now pouring in blood, begins to move as the Mexican Hawk lifts him up and throws him into the locker part of the room. The Proeliator ricochets off the wall and onto his knees close to the door. Desperate for new scenery, new ideas, Mystico drags the veteran out of the door and back into the corridor. The cool air of the lobby seems to re-energize the Mexican as he launches him into the opposite wall of the corridor. He takes his eyes off his opponent and looks up at the wall with a look of sick pleasure. He sees a sign which reads “Parking Lot” pointing to the left. Wasting no time, he runs after the Proeliator who had read Mystico like a book. As Mystico runs at his prey, the Pro meets him by shoving his shoulder into the sternum of the Mexican and lifting him 5 feet in the air, before using extreme amounts of torque to slam Mystico to the concrete floor.

::Jimmy::
JESUS CHRIST, the impact of that spinebuster….That….That could have killed him.

::Ray::
I know…….Ain’t it great.

A sadistic smile crosses the face of the Proeliator as he stands up, over his opponent, thinking of what to do. In an unusual and maybe unwise tactic, he decides against pinning Mystico and lifts him to his feet. Although the Mexican is on his feet, he is being supported by the Pro, who is now dragging Mystico towards the car park. As they approach the car park, the Pro lines the Mexican up before launching him through the double doors and into the outdoor parking lot. The first thing in sight is a huge metal garbage skip, which the Pro has no problem with utilising when he throws Mystico against it. As he hits the metal, Mystico bounces off it but looks worn out and fatigued as he does so. The Pro piles on the pressure as Mystico, again, is lifted to his feet and is dragged again to a nearby car with the number plate “D3V1N B0Z”. Pro then bounces the skull of Mystico off the car bonnet with huge velocity, putting a small dent in the car. Proeliator looks frantically for something to hit Mystico with and decides on the wind screen wipers on the dented car. As he leans on the car bonnet to prize off the wipers, the opportunistic Mexican takes a few steps back before charging at Pro. He then jumps in the air with momentum carrying him forwards with his feet in front of him. His feet collide into the back of Proeliator’s head and drives Pro’s head forwards into the windshield. As Pro rolls off the car, it reveals a huge crack in the windshield of the car.

TBC Proeliator

[hancocker]

As Mystico lay prone on the ground, attempting to regroup and refuel his lungs with oxygen, he hears the click of footsteps approaching. Lifting his head and turning in the direction of the noise, the Mexican spots his boss, the owner of EVPW, Devin Bozz, whistling away as he's walking out to the parking garage. Sensing the inherent reality that Mr. Bozz will without a doubt be upset, he gets up as hastily as possible and dashes across the parking structure to the other side, hiding behind a beam. As the boss approaches his vehicle, he picks his head up, spotting the dented hood and cracked windshield as he rushes to his pride and joy. Looking around for any clues, he notices a broken windshield wiper laying on the ground and takes a quick scan of his surroundings, grabs the windshield wiper and storms back into the arena, not noticing the Proeliator lying underneath his vehicle as he had rolled underneath. Placing his hand to his head, the Pro pulls it away, stained red with his blood, but continues on, rolling out into open space and checking his peripherals, making sure that his opponent isn't waiting for him. Walking out into the driving area, devoid of any movement by vehicles, he spots movement in the far corner of the parking structure, and makes his way towards it.

JP:~ As usual, Mystico has to use deception and speed to defeat an opponent. Where the hell could he be?

Ray White:~ Batman uses deception and speed, yet he isn't evil. I hate how two-faced you are.

JP:~ You're a real Harvey Dent, there Ray.

Ray:~ Who the hell is that?

Looking at where he spotted the movement, the king of the cage is quite perplexed to find absolutely no one around. Realizing Mystico is going to attempt to remain hidden, Pro rests his head on the hood of the car directly in front of him, allowing for his blood pressure and heart rate to go down and to take a breather. In the background, the sound of a revving engine is heard, and behind the wheel, is none other than the luchador, Mystico. Throwing the car into drive and putting the pedal to the metal, he drives straight towards the unsuspecting Pro, who is still trying to suck some wind. Gearing up to almost 40 miles an hour in a span of 5 seconds, he nears his downed opponent, looking to not only end this match, but potentially his career, and even life. As he draws near, the king of the cage begins to stir a bit, and turns around, mouth agape and eyes wide open, shocked and awed by the sight he's seeing. Acting purely by instinct, he jumps at the last second onto the hood of the vehicle he was previously resting on, as Mystico crashes hard into it, sending a jolt through both vehicles and sounding every car alarm in the arena.

Ray:~ HEY! He jumped out of the way and hurt Mystico!

JP:~ He was driving a car at top speed towards a human being, what is your problem?

Ray:~ He played Mystico like a matador, thats what. It's racist!

JP:~ Are you high?

Proeliator drags the nearly lifeless sack of meat that is Mystico out of the driver's seat and rolls him on top of the heap of scrap metal that use to be two vehicles. As he climbs up on top of the smoldering wreckage along with his dazed and confused counterpart, throwing a few hard rights as he does so to keep him in his bewildered state. Standing up high on the hood of the sheet metal fiesta, the Pro grabs his nemesis by the head and lifts him up to a standing position, before kicking him in the gut and placing his head betwixt his thighs. The king of the cage locks in double underhooks and with a heavy grunt, attempts to lift the much smaller Mexican, but stops halfway, dropping him and subsequently getting lifted high overhead and launched onto the roof of one of the damaged vehicles. Mystico then rubs his mouth with his finger and spits a ton before turning around to capitalize on his downed opponent.

Ray:~ Maybe that will teach him for getting out of the way and taking his lumps like he should have!

JP:~ Did he just bite the Proeliator?

Ray:~ No commento

JP:~ I don't care what you say, that was lowdown and dirty!

Ray:~ Well he is Mexican.

Teetering on the beam above the parking lot, the masked mexican spots his landing and leaps off the top flipping so he is now looking at the ceiling of the parking lot and braces for impact with his foe. As he comes soaring down towards his opponent, he feels something heavily unexpected when he makes contact, solid steel, as the Proeliator had moved out of the way. Squirming and rolling on the top of the heaping pile of expensive, oversized paperweights, Mystico looks up in agony towards the beam he had just launched himself off of and rolls over off of his back to alleviate the pain and pressure, if only for a moment. That moment is short lived however as Mystico rolled too far and found himself face first on the pavement in a prone position. Sensing his opportunity to finally seize control of the match and take the victory, the Pro darts towards his nemesis, a determined look in his eye and a plan of action in his mind. Seizing his downed captive by the nape of the neck, he brings him out of the wreckage and towards the opening of the parking garage, not allowing him to move in any way. With one smooth, swift motion the armbar master hurls his enemy down the entrance ramp to the parking garage, following him down the angled asphalt down to street level.

JP:~ Looks like this match just got interesting, eh Ray?

Ray:~ Thats a disqualification! There's no reason for them to be out there! Someone could get hurt.

JP:~ You are high, aren't you?

As the Proeliator takes his opponent down the sidewalk, his fortunes are changed when Mystico is able to wriggle himself free and kick him in the localized area of the groin. The only problem is this appears to only infuriate the king of the cage as he pursues his adversary. Getting up to a full sprint, the Pro is able to catch up with the mexican as he pulls his arm back and swings it forward violently towards the back of the head of Mystico, driving him down on the sidewalk hard as he falls on for the cover, but the ref is nowhere near to make the count. Turning around, the Pro spots the ref, huffing and puffing his way towards them about a solid 50 yards away. Realizing that now is the time to finish this, the Proeliator rushes after the referee, lifts him up into a fireman's carry and brings him back as quickly as possible. As they approach the most assuredly unconscious mexican, the king of the cage drops off the ref and runs to make the cover, in a now bloodstained section of the sidewalk.

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JP:~ Mystico still has some fight in him left! I can't believe it!

Ray:~ He's a luchador, that means ass-kicker in Spanish!

JP:~ It means wrestler, Ray.

Ray:~ That can't be it, Mexicans are far more intelligent and entertaining when it comes to making up bullshit. Why would they call them wrestlers?

The Pro lifts up his opponent and delivers a strong right hand, causing Mystico to stumble backwards into a newsstand, which he uses to prop himself up and try to catch some air. However, there is no rest for the wicked as the Proeliator rushes in, head down, ready to annihilate his opponent. Totally caught off guard by all this madness, the vendor grabs his broom sitting in his shop and takes a swift swing, cracking the Pro in the head and stopping him in his tracks as he falls in a heap. Mystico takes this moment to fall down on the Proeliator, going for the pinfall as he hooks the farside leg of his nemesis.

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