Día de Muertos!

As the commercials close, the screen fades to black. For a moment or two, there is only silence and darkness. Suddenly, a deep, rough voice can be heard, speaking in Spanish. His words are subtitled in bold, white text as he speaks.

Voice: Durante demasiado tiempo, hemos sido objeto de burla en la luz.
Subtitle: For too long, we have been mocked in the light.

Voice: Antiguas tradiciones deben morir. Nuevas tradiciones deben prosperar.
Subtitle: Old traditions must die. New traditions will thrive.

Voice: Bajo un nuevo liderazgo, vamos a prosperar. Deje que El Reinado del Terror comienza.
Subtitle: Under new leadership, we will thrive. Let the Reign of Terror begin.

A pinhole of light appears in the centre of the screen, as Down In Mexico by The Coasters starts to play. As the intro progresses, the pinhole swells, until the entire screen is full of white light. After a second or two, the white starts to fade out, being replaced with the interior of the Coliseo Inmortal, the small arena pretty much full to capacity for HELL’s fifth show, with standing room only left to the back of the room. As the camera pans the crowd, the attendees roar, a Mexican wave kicking off, which the camera almost seems to ride like a surfboard. A large proportion of the crowd have come wearing costume, ranging from classic Día de Muertos attire to more contemporary American styled Halloween costumes. The camera comes to rest on the broadcast side of the ring, where the show’s commentary teams sit behind two separate tables. As the camera comes to rest on the primary commentary team, with Pablo dressed in his usual suit, and Sofia wearing an ornate Día de Muertos costume, her face painted like an ornate Mexican skull. We cross fade to another camera, a static one, focused on the English Announce Team. Dave is dressed as normal, while Winston is wearing a cheap Dracula costume, complete with plastic fangs.

Winston Robinson: Hello, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and welcome to Día de Muertos! The Day of the Deaaaadddd! Live, from Tijuana! My name is Winston Robinson, and I’ll be here conducting commentary duties throughout all the action tonight, alongside my broadcast partner, Dave.

Dave: Right. And as some of you might know, there’s been some big changes since our last show.

Winston Robinson: That’s right! At the end of Reino, a new super group, El Reinado del Terror, was formed, seizing control of the Rey del HELL championship, and seemingly ousting El Comisianado in one move!

Dave: And things were only made official over the past month, as the board chose to replace the absent Diego with his son, the Rey del HELL champion, Miedo. The Reinado is here, people, and looking to stamp their authority on this night.

Winston Robinson: Oh great… Coming out here, now, to head up proceedings… Miedo!

Ratamahatta by Sepultura starts to play over the PA system. As it plays, we cross to a camera focused on the entranceway, catching HELL’s new Comisionado and majority owner, Miedo, as he enters the arena, resplendent in sombre, black mourning suit. The fans boo his arrival, as he comes, followed by the rest of his Reinado: Mixcoatl, resplendent in his stag headdress just behind his left shoulder, Rafa Monserrate, dressed in a simple black shirt and slacks behind his right. Behind them follow Las Manos del Diablo, Los Fantasmas, JUNKETSU and Rosa, with El Gringo bringing up the rear, all impassively ignoring the boos of the fans. As they reach the ring, Miedo allows them all to enter before him, in their own unique fashions, before stepping up onto the apron, and entering the ring himself. Rafa produces a microphone, and hands it to him, before stepping back. Miedo shifts the weight of his belt on his shoulder, before slowly bringing the microphone to his mouth, heralding yet another chorus of boos from the crowd. He ignores it, speaking directly over them.

Miedo: HELL está bajo nueva dirección.

Dave looks pointedly at Winston.

Winston Robinson: Do I have to? For him?

Dave: Just do it.

Winston Robinson: Sigh… HELL is under new management.

Miedo: Esta noche, forjamos una nueva dirección, un nuevo camino.

Winston Robinson: Tonight, we forge a new direction, a new path.

Miedo: Un nuevo reinado nace esta noche. Un reinado que, una vez establecida aquí, se extenderá el mundo.

Winston Robinson: A new reign is born tonight. A reign that, once established, will spread across the world!

Diego Francisco Rodríguez Cortez: Los que se destacan con nosotros, se colocan fuertes. Los que están en contra de nosotros, caerá. Es hora, pues nuestro reinado. El Reinado del Terror.

Winston Robinson: Those that stand with us, will stand strong. Those that stand against us, will fall. It is time, for our reign. El Reinado del Terror.

With this, Miedo hands Rafa back the microphone, and the entire group make their way from the ring, ignoring the boos of the assembled crowd.

Winston Robinson: I’m still not sure what Miedo’s intentions are… but I doubt they’re good.

Dave: Well, in this opening bout, our resident Cowboy takes on our resident Hunter. Well, the good hunter. Whatever. Now.



As "Django" starts over the system, the crowd starts cheering his name. Slowly, he starts to enter the arena, ignoring the crowds cheering his name, eyes focussed on the ring, as he walks down, dragging behind him his signature coffin. As he reaches the ring, he makes his way around it, to his corner, and with great care, sets his coffin down. It is then he finally acknowledges the crowd, with a surly nod, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, and standing, with both his arms held high.

Esteban Palacios: Presentamos el primer, desde Nochistlán, Zacatecas y un peso de 230 libras... DJANGO!


As this intro finishes and a "WOAH WOAH WOAH!" is let out by "Bubble" by Shonan no Kaze, Tsurugi Kanemoto jogs out onto the stage, as Kegare slowly steps behind him, hands clasped behind his back. His body moving to the beat of the song, Tsurugi sets off down the ramp, looking at the crowd with a grin as they start to move with his music too. He hops onto the apron and then jumps over the ropes, immediately ascending a turnbuckle to raise the crowd up more, before finally dropping down from the turnbuckle to focus on what's coming.

Esteban Palacios: Y su oponente, desde les Terrains de Chasse, acompañado por Kegare y un peso de 165 libras... TSURUGI!

Despite being polar opposites in personality the two técnicos shook hands before the bell in a show of mutual respect the fans appreciated. Tsurugi was hopping back and forth, raising the roof, and encouraging the fans to start stomping and clapping; Django just stood his ground stoically, rolling his neck and shaking out his wrists in readiness for the match. The two cagey, defensive fighters were at an impasse for some time before Tsurugi finally took the initiative, starting out with some tentative kicks to test how Django would respond - by deflecting them with his forearms, it turned out. Tsurugi got more aggressive with his kicks, forcing Django to step his pace up; as Django went to catch the big right roundhouse Tsurugi revealed his feint by suddenly switching to a left hook kick that rattled Django's skull. Django answered with a lariat that flattened the hunter but Tsurugi quickly kipped up and spun out of further harm's way. Finally the men locked up and started jockeying for the leverage advantage, Django employing his strength and Tsurugi his dexterity.

Things progressed at a cerebral pace as Tsurugi tried to lure Django into overextending himself, with Django doing all he could to prevent that from happening. Tsurugi managed to keep Django from hitting many big moves, but the few that made it through Tsurugi's defences were ring-shakers. Tsurugi meanwhile was managing to turn many of Django's attacks in his favour, allowing the big man to build momentum only to use it to trip him or send him crashing into the turnbuckles. Overall, things were evenly matched for several minutes, with control shifting back and forth regularly and Django's tenacity and Tsurugi's wiliness both on full display.

As things went on, however, those huge slams and strikes from Django started taking their toll on Tsurugi and minute by minute he started losing a little more of the spring in his step; as the match rolled into the eight minute mark the young hunter was finding himself taking a second here and there to recuperate as the pain started to build in his ribs and limbs. Nonetheless, his impressive stamina helped him push through it, and he managed to finally get that opening he needed with a huracanrana reversal to a pendulum backbreaker attempt, and that almost got him the pinfall then and there. Caught off guard, Django now found himself a step behind Tsurugi, who whizzed around him with chop blocks, kicks to the knees and ankles, and palm strikes to the head to keep him from regrouping either physically or mentally.

That was until Django went for an Irish whip. Tsurugi reversed it into his patented Momentum Shift, but Django revealed that it was a feint of his own! Blocking the armbreaker attempt, he threw Tsurugi face-first into the canvas with a high flapjack, and as Tsurugi bounced up Django took him over with a heavy Samoan drop. That seemed to squeeze all the life out of Tsurugi, and sensing it was time to end this, Django crossed to the corner. After climbing to the top he raised both his arms to the sky then patted his elbow, a silent signal that he was about to finish Tsurugi off with the Sartaga. He sailed down in the diving elbow drop... and Tsurugi rolled out of the way! As Django crashed and burned Tsurugi jumped to his feet, zeroed in on his opponent, and as he rose caught him with a lightning fast roundhouse to the temple! The Infinite Confidence was enough to take Django out of it and at last Tsurugi picked up the three count!



Winston Robinson: A solid introductory match there. The Hunter In White doing excellent work, and Django just falling short at the end.

Dave: Django has got to be getting frustrated with his lack of success here. I wonder how much longer the vigilante will last, especially with all the... wait, hang on... I'm being told something is happening backstage.

We cut to a hallway backstage, and we find the fearsome visages of the two ghosts of Los Fantasmas. Calavera and Ikiryo walk down the hall, Calavera staring ahead solemnly, while Ikiryo is clearly grinning behind his mask. In Ikiryo’s hand he holds the treasure he stole almost two weeks ago, the sheathed sword of Masato Kanemoto. He pauses a moment, holding his prize up to look at once more. His grin only grows.

And then the two realize the pounding footsteps coming up behind them.

Before they can react the footsteps reach them, and Masato himself crashed into Ikiryo’s back, slamming him into the wall. He immediately begins to throw punches into the stomach of the ghost, screaming.

Masato Kanemoto: GIVE IT BACK! GIVE IT BACK TO ME!

He turns and throws a boot sideways into the gut of Calavera, knocking him back briefly, but that moment spent not looking at him allows Ikiryo to recover. He shoves his body forward, slamming his weight into Masato, knocking him forward. Ikiryo then charges, grabbing Masato by the head and slamming the side of his head against the opposite wall. Masato slumps down, stunned by the blow, and both the phantoms immediately set in. Ikiryo and Calavera begin to rain down boots onto him, stomping him again and again, stomping his side, his stomach, his chest, even his head a few times, until Masato is left laying on his side on the floor.

The two ghosts look down at their handiwork, Ikiryo’s grin apparent while Calavera looks on dispassionately. For a moment it seems like they’re done, turning to leave...but then Ikiryo pauses, as some dark idea enters his mind. He looks to Calavera, then at Masato, and juts his chin up quickly. Calavera understands and grabs Masato’s arm, hefting the Hunter up onto his knees and holding him there. Ikiryo then holds up the sheathed sword Masato wants so badly. There is the barest glint of coherence that returns to the Hunter’s eyes when it comes into view, but not enough for him to be able to act. And thus it’s without resistance that Ikiryo lines up the sheathed sword, moves his arm back…

And swings it straight into Masato’s nose.

There’s a crunch and a spurt of blood from his face, as he slumps back over onto the floor.

With only a moment to look down at their work, the two phantoms turn and begin to walk away. And we can hear something. A disjointed, off-balance, high-pitched sound.

The laughter of Ikiryo.

We can still hear it as the camera zooms in on the bloody, unconscious face of Masato Kanemoto, until all we can see is that face, and all we can hear is that laughter.

And then we see and hear nothing.

Winston Robinson: What the hell...

Dave: I don't know. I guess Masato tried to get some revenge on Los Fantasmas... without much luck.

Winston Robinson: Speaking of which… JUNKETSU, the self proclaimed Tecnico Killer, is taking on the Tecnico-Next-Door Maria. Strong Style meets Brazillian Jiu-Jitsu, now!



Esteban Palacios: Presentamos el primer!

As the haunting melody of "Immer Sie" by Ito Kanako begins and the lyrics ring out through the PA system, the faint sound of rain is also heard on the background as the lights fade and a sole spotlight focuses on the entrance as JUNKETSU makes her way out from the curtains and slowly marches down the ramp, ignoring the stretched hands, the crowd noises and all else in between, her focus solely on the ring while shadow boxing and nodding her head in the rhythm of the punches she’s throwing before rolling into the ring and climbing to the top turnbuckle, pulling off her hood to stare out at the crowd as they boo the extranjera before hopping off the turnbuckle, unzipping her vest and taking off the gas mask, handing those things to the referee before preparing herself for what is to come.

Esteban Palacios: Desde el Océano Pacífico, y un peso de 140 libras... JUNKETSU!

The lights in the arena drop to a low level, as smoke starts to fill the entranceway.

Esteban Palacios: Y su oponente...

JUMP DA FUCK UP

With that, Maria bursts into the arena, to a rally of applause from the crowd. She continues down to the ring, slapping hands with the crowd as she goes, before rolling in under the bottom rope as she reaches the apron. In the ring, she addresses the referee, bowing quickly out of respect, before making her way to her corner, where she removes her Jiu-Jitsu gi jacket, and waits for her match.

Esteban Palacios: Desde Porto Alegre, Rio Grande do Sul, Brasil, que pesa 134 libras... MARIA!

The fans were vocal in their anticipation at seeing this rematch from Dorado, roaring and chanting Maria's name. As Carolina went through the pre-match checks, Maria reminded them all (and her opponent) about JUNKETSU sneak attacking her after the match last time they met - and about JUNKETSU tapping out to Maria's Porto Aperto! JUNKETSU saw red and didn't even wait for the bell before she threw the same roundhouse kick that KO'd Maria last time, and the técnico only just managed to avoid it. JUNKETSU absolutely swarmed the off-guard Maria, blasting her with thunderous strikes and ragdolling her around the ring with huge throws and takedowns. The Reinado representative never attempted to go for a pinfall in the opening minutes, clearly more concerned with making a statement and putting the hurt on her rival.

But Maria's great heart and fighting spirit - aided by the fans once again picking up a "Ma-ri-a! Ma-ri-a!" chant - helped her rally. In her furor, JUNKETSU went to the top rope too early, and as she sailed down in her Junketsu Senjin Shippu Maria was able to get the knees up to block it! As JUNKETSU rolled aside, Maria swung her right over with a cross armbreaker! She transitioned that into an armbar, then used that to haul JUNKETSU to her feet where Maria turned it into a Japanese armdrag. The wind was blasted out of JUNKETSU's lungs and Maria was able to gain control, keeping the strong style striker grounded with judo and BJJ takedowns, and getting in vicious kicks to the head and chest any time JUNKETSU seemed to be struggling to reach her feet.

With a smile and wave to the cheering audience, Maria pulled the dazed JUNKETSU to the centre of the ring and slapped on the same submission hold that brought her victory previously, her Porto Aperto armtrap triangle choke. But JUNKETSU was clearly not going to allow herself to fall to the same move twice, and before Maria could get it fully locked in, JUNKETSU brought her legs up around Maria's neck to stretch her out. As the two women fought to gain the torque advantage, Maria realised she'd have to let go. She didn't hesitate to transition to another hold, but JUNKETSU saw to that with a headbutt right between the eyes!

With separation created, the luchadoras found themselves hitting high gear, each trying to outpace the other as JUNKETSU flew from the ropes in dizzying flying moves and Maria played deflection in the middle of the ring, dancing around each other and both searching for that big kick or throw that would secure her the advantage. JUNKETSU managed to land on her feet following a monkey flip and trap Maria in the corner, but as she went for a series of shoulder thrusts Maria rolled over her spine and schoolgirled her into a close two count. As they both popped to their feet Maria sought the DDT, but JUNKETSU reversed it and swung her up for a northern lights bomb! But Maria had too much momentum and threw herself free of the Junketsu Senpū predicament. With JUNKETSU off-guard, Maria ran the ropes - but was blinded by red mist in the eyes from a figure leaping up on the apron! It was none other than Rosa Rodríguez, who licked her lips and nodded to JUNKETSU as the latter went for Junketsu Senpū again. This time there was no escape for Maria, and JUNKETSU pulled the scoreline between them to one all.



Rosa slides into the ring and pulls Maria to her feet slowly, taking her time and enjoying it. The audience rain down boos on the Reinado members as they start to double team Maria, but that just makes them revel in their villainy all the more.

Winston Robinson: El Reinado del Terror already making their presence felt tonight in a big way, at the expense of Maria...

With Maria now a beaten heap, JUNKETSU pulls her up to her feet and holds her in place as Rosa starts stomping her foot in preparation for the Espina kick. That is until she suddenly finds herself lariated out of her boots, flipping head over heels!

Winston Robinson: EL CID! El Cid comes to Maria's aid!

JUNKETSU throws Maria aside and charges at El Cid, but the former street brawler takes her over with a snap powerslam! He grabs Maria and quickly bundles her out of the ring. While Rosa and JUNKETSU get back to their feet El Cid helps Maria make her escape, to the rudos' chagrin.

Winston Robinson: We saw tension between El Cid and JUNKETSU at Reino, and I think El Cid has just guaranteed that it's only going to escalate from here...

Dave: And I have the horrible feeling that El Cid and Maria are going to find out sooner rather than later what happens to people who defy El Reinado. We’ve got a commercial break scheduled now, when we get back, La Sombra Oscura takes on the Oriental titan Thunder.



Winston Robinson: … Wow, apparently we have backstage cameras now. They just picked this up.

We go backstage, to outside the locker room, where we can see Django, just leaving. As he starts to move, a feminine cough stops him in his tracks. He turns, to see Reina Galáctica stood before him.

Django: Not interested.

He turns to leave.

Reina Galáctica: Stop. You’re meant to be one to stand against injustice. How can you ignore my brother’s injustice?

He stops.

Reina Galáctica: The rule of the Reinado is absolute, because we allowed them to stand united against us. To stand against them, we must stand united. Like my father would have wanted.

He turns.

Reina Galáctica: Vigilante. You have always operated out of the law, to do what is right. Do it alongside me. Rebel with me.

He looks at her.

Reina Galáctica: So?

He nods his head, once, distinctively.

Django: Sí.

The camera fade back to ringside.

Winston Robinson: It looks like Reina Galáctica is trying to organise some kind of resistance against the Reinado.

Dave: Getting that amount of ego to co-operate will always be a nightmare, God only knows how Miedo managed it.

Winston Robinson: Right, well, the next match is Reinado free, just some good honest old fashioned wrestling, as the mysterious mirror man, La Sombra Oscura, takes on the noble Thunder.



This is what you want...
...this is what you get.
This is what you want...
...this is what you get.

As Public Image Ltd's "The Order Of Death" creeps over the speakers, the arena darkens dramatically. The black form of La Sombra Oscura skulks out and begins his slow walk to the ring. Ignoring the fans completely, he climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes, and calmly takes his corner while he waits for the bell, displaying no emotion but patience.

Esteban Palacios: Desde la Cuarta Generación, que pesa 215 libras, LA SOMBRA OSCURA!

As "Storm" begins to play, the screen shows clips of Thunder's past victories, the opponents he has put down.

Esteban Palacios: Desde el Ojo de la Tormenta y un peso de 234 libras... acompañado por Sanshiro Sasaki...

This continues until the song begins proper at 0:43, at which point Thunder and Sanshiro step onto the stage. Thunder keeps his attention solely on the ring as they walk down, Sanshiro clapping as they do. Finally, Thunder slides into the ring and stares down his opponent until the bell rings.

Esteban Palacios: ...THUNDER!

Thunder started things off with a huge shoulder block that sent La Sombra stumbling - but the masked man managed to get a foot out to brace himself, and shot back like a cannonball with one of his own. Thunder was visibly surprised to find himself facing someone who seemed to match his own power, but he was more than game to put that to the test. And of course, as his opponent does, so too does La Sombra. The Tenebreaker's adoption of Thunder's own determination just spurred both men on to greater and greater displays of willpower and tenacity. The exchange of huge power moves that dominated the match - suplexes, powerbombs, clotheslines and more - rapidly became about more than just trying to wear each other down; it was about proving what he could take too, almost allowing, daring, the other to dig deeper and deeper and pull out something that might keep him down. And yet it was never less than entirely respectful; Thunder and La Sombra remained trying to outdo each other honourably, as warriors, without resorting to anything underhanded.

With Thunder's incredible stamina doubled, the match never came close to slowing down as the two kept on escalating the bombs. Thunder got an ovation for a nine rotation giant swing on La Sombra. But La Sombra refused to stay down, channelling Thunder's own perseverance as he powered back to his feet. Thunder was caught off guard by this and La Sombra ploughed into him with a spear that became a spinebuster, and then went for a giant swing of his own! He only managed six rotations, but the fans still lapped it up. That was all Thunder needed to really pull the gloves off after regaining control by countering a DDT into a back body drop, followed up with a big boot as the masked luchador rose to his feet, and Thunder started dominating for an extended stretch with a punishing series of German and vertical suplexes. When La Sombra finally seemed to be flagging, Thunder dragged him up in a short-arm, ready to hit the Thunder Crack. But as he hauled him in close, La Sombra spun on his heel and clocked Thunder with a rolling elbow! The Roaring Thunder created separation and left the bigger man reeling, and La Sombra sent him to the mat with a big boot that echoed around the arena.

El Emulador made a gesture for the Lightning Strike, and ran the ropes for momentum - where he was pulled over them by El Reinado's Mixcoatl! The bounty hunter threw the tenebrous competitor to the floor where Los Manos del Diablo viciously assaulted him with stomps and closed fists. The Japanese powerhouse tried to come to La Sombra's rescue but he was jumped by Los Fantasmas! As Calavera and Ikiryo started double teaming Thunder, Sanshiro slid into the ring to save his friend - only to be met with a Lámina de la Honda from Mixcoatl. With Sanshiro and Thunder lying groaning in the ring and La Sombra Oscura a battered heap at ringside, the five Reinadistas formed a line in the ring, facing the hard camera. Mixcoatl pulled Sanshiro to his feet and wrapped him into a cuthroat cradle, then planted him into the canvas like a gunshot with La Recompensa before leading Los Manos and Los Fantasmas away from the bodies.



Dave: Damn it! It was a trap! The Reinado just wanted to get two of their stronger competitors to wear each other down, so they could charge in and finish them off!

Winston Robinson: The Reinado will stop at nothing to prove their dominance. Next up, we feature guest representation from our sister company, (R)Evolution Pro, as the (R)Evolution Pro Champion Carey Caldwell teams up with his fellow War Machine Crash Delgado, as they both seek some semblance of revenge for last week’s beatdown, over two men we just saw interfering in that match, Las Manos del Diablo.


Esteban Palacios: Presentamos el primer…

As Not Today bursts out over the PA, Crash comes charging through the entranceway, to a barrage of cheers from the crowd. Alongside him, out comes Carey, dragging his (R)Evolution Pro World Title as he strolls out. At the top of the ramp, Crash removes his t-shirt, throwing it into the crowd, before sprinting down to the ring at full speed. Carey trudges down to the ring behind him, flinging the belt around his shoulder. Crash leaps up to the apron in a single bound, before spinning on the ball of his foot, hooking one leg over the middle rope, before spreading his arms wide beckoning the crowd to chant for him. Carey starts to walk down the aisle, slapping a few hands as he looks on at the ring. Wearing a leather kutte with the War Machines logo on the back, along with a sleeveless hoodie underneath which has the hood over his head and a bandana over his face from the nose down, he starts to slap a few hands again as he hits the ringside area, walking around the ring before tossing the belt into the ring and rolling in, grabbing it as soon as he does. After headbanging to his theme on the apron a little, Crash finally steps into the ring between the top and middle ropes, spinning as he does, calling for the crowd to cheer him, before getting in place to get in his opponent's face, as Carey goes to a corner, leaning his head back to flip off the hood, raising his hand with the title to the sky as he pulls down the bandana with his free hand! Carey looks around at the crowd as he looks absolutely intense and ready for action. He hands his title off to Carolina as Crash joins him in the corner.

Esteban Palacios: Con un peso de un peso combinado de 448 libras, Carey Caldwell y Crash Delgado… LOS WAR MACHINES! Y sus oponentes…

As Proteccion Ciudadana begins to play, both Mano Izquierda and Mano Derecha walk out from the entranceway. They each lift a single arm aloft (Derecha his right, Izquierda his left) to a chorus of boos from the crowd. As the distorted guitar kicks in, both brothers nod, and sprint to the ring, both sliding in under the bottom rope. They circle the ring, shouting at and threatening the crowd, before making their way to their corner, discussing their match quickly as they go to stand in their corner.

Esteban Palacios: Desde Tijuana, Baja California, con un peso de un peso combinado de 360 libras... Mano Derecha y Mano Izquierda… LAS MANOS DEL DIABLO!

Crash opened up against Derecha, and quickly showed why he’s considered to be one of the more dangerous of the Rodríguez family, quickly taking it to his younger sibling with a vicious assault of punches and kicks, his relentless speed and momentum taking his brother offguard. A blistering assault of Suplexes and DDTs followed, before a Crash Kick took Derecha down, only getting a 2 count before Izquierda broke up the fall.

After Carolina escorted Izquierda from the ring, Crash renewed his assault, taking it heavily to his brother, until Derecha managed to duck under another Crash Kick, before landing a ¡Demonio!, dropping Crash, and leaving both out in the ring! Derecha got moving first managing to get the tag to his brother, and Izquierda cut Crash off from the tag, using his superior speed and agility to keep Delgado off balance, before tagging Derecha back in.

From that point, Las Manos put on a display of co-ordination in tag team wrestling, their twin connection helping them in keeping in sync, effectively keeping Crash separated from his fellow War Machine, the brothers bombarding their older brother with both solo and team signature moves.

The end came when the twins sent Crash running, before rebounding off the ropes themselves, going for the Manos de la Muerte… but Crash ducked it! He got the tag to Carey, who hit the ring on fire. After dispatching both brothers with Clotheslines, he followed with a True North to Derecha, followed by a second True North to Izquierda! Calling for the end, he picked up Izquierda, the legal man, and hit the Head On Collision! He went for the pin… only for Derecha to break it up! He immediately started stomping the hell out of Carey, whilst Izquierda got up. Crash moved to help… but out from under the ring came Los Fantasmas, pulling him off the apron and into the barrier! As Derecha ignored Carolina’s calls to leave the ring, she called the DQ! Carrying on regardless, the brothers pulled Carey up, continuing to beat him down as they forced him into the corner, before sitting him up on the top rope. They signalled for Matar a la Luna… ONLY FOR CAREY TO RECOVER, KNOCKING THEIR HEADS TOGETHER AND THROWING THEM TO THE MAT! He quickly hopped off the turnbuckle, running around the ring to go assist Crash, hitting Calavera with a Struck A Nerve to the back of the head! Crash exploited the distraction this caused in Ikiryo, catching the oriental spirit with a Crash Landing! Quickly backing up the ramp before more of the Reinado could get involved, the pair escaped, the four Reinado members indicating that they’d signed their death warrants!



Dave: The War Machines getting a victory of sorts there, and managing to avoid a Reinado beatdown to boot!

Winston Robinson: The War Machines had that won regardless, Carey would have got that pin, but I’d argue evading the Reinado should be considered the greater victory.

Dave: We’ve more commercials now, but when we get back, the feud between the Doktors Adversary and Los Genios continues, as their creations, Gill Saburo and El Monstruo, meet face to face.



Dave: TWO WHOLE THINGS BACKSTAGE? What’s this about?

The camera fades up in a different backstage corridor, where Thunder is sitting. Sanshiro Sasaki is sat next to him, tending to his own wounds.

Sanshiro Sasaki: I told you it was a trap. But would you listen? Nooooo…..

Thunder ignores him.

Sanshiro Sasaki: It’s times like this I’m glad you don’t speak English and oh crap.

Thunder notices the change in his tone, and looks up the corridor, where Reina Galáctica and Django are approaching.

Sanshiro Sasaki: Leave him alone! I’m still fixing him up.

Reina Galáctica: Easy, easy. We don’t want to fight him. We want to fight with him.

Thunder looks at the pair, their words washing meaninglessly over him.

Sanshiro Sasaki: You crazy? You want to fight against this? Well you two can do that alone. Me and the kid here, we’re on the first flight out of here, back to Jap-

He stops, as Thunder stands, ignoring him, and turning to face Reina and Django.

Sanshiro Sasaki: Nē, kodomo, anata wa nani o shite imasu ka?

Thunder continues to ignore him, staring into Reina’s eyes. Suddenly, he puts his hand out, for a handshake, which she readily accepts.

Sanshiro Sasaki: Ā, koreha machigainaku warui kangaedesu.

Reina turns, and starts to walk, Django and Thunder following her. After a few moments, Sanshiro jogs to catch up.

Reina Galáctica: My brother may have an evil empire… but now I have the start of an Alianza Rebelde…

The camera fades back to ringside.

Winston Robinson: It seems Reina Galáctica may be recruiting a Rebel Alliance to combat the Reinado! Let’s hope that goes well.

Dave: Back to the matches, numbnuts.

Winston Robinson: Hello fans, whether you’ve been with us since our opening match, or with us since now, we hope you’re ready for great action, as we see too literal monsters come face to face.

Dave: I tell you what, with all the weirdness with the Reinado and everything, I’m just looking forward to two guys trying to tear each other apart.


Esteban Palacios: Presentamos el primer …

As "Mute City" by Powerglove begins to play and the music begins to swell, Gill Saburo hurries onto the stage, his creators behind him. Gill gives the crowd a bow before the song kicks in properly, sending him down the ramp. Despite Viktor trying to hurry him along, Gill makes sure to slap any hand he sees outstretched as he goes down the ramp, before hopping onto the ring apron and immediately vaulting himself over the ropes into the ring. He hops onto the ropes and faces the crowd, clapping along with them and moving his head to his song, before finally being corraled into his corner by Viktor, Gill moving from foot to foot as he eagerly awaits things to begin.

Esteban Palacios: Desde el Laboratorio del Adversario, y un peso de 175 libras... GILL SABURO! Y su oponente...

The sounds of wind and thunder starts playing over the PA system, as Dr. Loco and Dr. Malo come charging into the arena, pushing a sheet covered gurney. As the soundscape intensifies, Dr. Loco quickly removes some jumper cables from below the gurney, affixing them to two metal prongs sticking out of the base of the gurney. As he does so, Dr. Malo grabs a large knife switch attached to the side of the gurney, pulling it down with force. There's a shower of sparks, and all of the lights go out, as the sound also cuts out. For a few moments, there's nothing, but the flashes of cameras and the light of cell phones.

Suddenly, a soundbite from Young Frankenstein bursts out from the PA System, as a strobing spotlight picks up the thing beneath the cover on the gurney sitting up.!



Suddenly the high paced drumbeat of Sub-Atomic Frankenstein cuts in, as with a roar, the shape grabs the sheet, and tears it off of him, revealing El Monstruo de Los Genios Malvados! He swings his legs off of the trolley, and stands up, with a roar, barely muffled by his mask. He stands there a while, just roaring at the crowd, until Dr. Loco smacks him about the back, and when the monster turns to face him, he points to the ring, letting out a burst of instructions in Spanish. With a roar, El Monstruo turns and marches down to the ring, Los Genios Malavdos following after him, laughing and pointing as they do.

El Monstruo, without breaking pace, leaps up to the apron, before stepping in over the top rope, marching to the middle of the ring, and roaring once more, before just standing there, waiting for the bell.

Esteban Palacios: Desde el Laboratorio del Malvado, y un peso de 260 libras... EL MONSTRUO DE LOS GENIOS MALVADOS!

From the bell ring, it was apparent that if Gill was to have any luck here, he’d have to put his ungodly speed to work, and that’s what he did. He dodged, ducked and dived out of the slower Monstruo’s way, continuously trying to wear the monster down with what effectively amounted to chip damage. For every one blow Monstruo managed to land, Gill hit 5. Unfortunately for Gill, 5 of his were only worth one of Monstruo’s.

It had to happen at some point, and it happened to Gill as he went for a Satellite DDT… Monstruo caught him, throwing him across the ring with a MONSTRUO TOSS… but Gill’s agility paid dividends, effectively allowing him to roll onto his feet from the throw!

The match continued in this vein for some time, neither… thing quite able to get the advantage over their foe. Eventually, Los Genios had enough of this, taking matters into their own hands, and entering the ring, attack Gill, much to the anger of Viktor Adversary, and earning Gill the DQ win. They held Gill in place, as Monstruo advanced… until an earsplitting roar echoed around the ring, signalling the arrival of Dragón Diabólico! Monstruo immediately turned to greet his arrival, as Gill used the surprise to bash Los Genios’ heads together, and escape the ring. Viktor quickly ushered him up the ramp to join Logan and Dragón, with Monstruo not even fully realising what had happened, leaving the two parties to face each other across the ring.



Dave: Monstruo had a massive weight advantage, but he just couldn’t land a good hit on Saburo… wait, what’s this?

As the 7 continue to stare at each other, Miedo’s face appears on the large screen.

Miedo: ¡Deténgase! Mi padre complacido su pequeña disputa, pero no lo haré.

Winston Robinson: Enough! My father indulged your feud, but I will not.

Miedo: El Reinado crecerá. Y uno de ustedes va a ser parte de ella. En la próxima edición, Los Genios y su Monstruo se enfrentarán a las creaciones de los Adversarys. La decisión se tomará a continuación.

Winston Robinson: The Reinado will grow. And one of you will be part of it. At the next show, Los Genios and their monster will face the creations of the Adversarys. The decision will be made then…

Miedo’s face vanishes from the screen, as the Adversarys start complaining about being outnumbered to anyone that will listen.

Winston Robinson: And there he have it! Two huge announcements! The creations of the Adversarys facing Los Genios and their Monster, seemingly in a 2 on 3 Handicap Match, with the victor seemingly gaining a place in the Reinado!

Dave: Knowing the egos at play there, I can’t imagine any of them refusing the opportunity to be part of that side.

Winston Robinson: YET MORE BACKSTAGE STUFF? Say what you like, but the Reinado appears to have brought us a bigger budget.

The camera fades up in a backstage corridor, where we see Pierrot happily strolling along. The camera suddenly bursts to static, and as it settles, we see Rosa Rodríguez leaning against the wall of the joining corridor. She whistles to get Pierrot’s attention, the clown quickly turning round. She gestures for him to follow her with a finger, but he resists a moment, holding his hands up. Sighing, she brushes a hand over her shoulder, knocking one of the shoulder straps of her already skimpy top off, the shift in fabric causing more flesh to show. She beckons once more, slowly backing away up the corridor, leaving Pierrot’s eyes virtually sticking out on stalks. In an exaggerated fashion, he looks around before following her up the corridor.

There’s a few seconds of silence, before a loud scream pierces the veil, before all becomes still once more.

Dave: I have really got to start investigating alternative work options. Stuff is getting weird.

Winston Robinson: Well, next up, Bradley Chadwick is in solo action, as he looks to show he’s as hot a singles star as he is when he’s teaming up with El Macaw.

Dave: … Well. That. Bring them out.



Bradley Chadwick is already in the ring, flanked by his tag team partner El Macaw, with the cheering of the fans almost drowning out Hermitude's "Let You Go". As Esteban introduces Bradley, El Macaw rubs his shoulders and hypes him up for the match ahead.

Esteban Palacios: Desde Saint Augustine, Florida, Estados Unidos de America, un peso de 202 libras... BRADLEY CHADWICK!

As "Space Jam" starts belting out over the PA system, El Gringo enters the arena, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Ignoring them, he makes his way down to the ring, his head nodding in time to the music. As he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, before taking hold of the top rope and vaulting into the ring. Spreading his arms wide, he turns slowly in the ring, basking in the boos of the crowd.

Esteban Palacios: Y su oponente, desde Santa Ana, California, Estados Unidos... pesa 230 libras... EL GRINGO!

Before the bell, El Gringo spent plenty of time mocking and taunting Bradley - he pinched his cheek, offered him the opportunity to turn around and walk away, and even lay down on his back and invited Bradley to try to pin him. Needless to say, nobody else laughed at El Gringo's antics like the man himself, although Rafa Monserrate, appointed as referee for this match, was clearly corpsing.

Bradley certainly wasn't laughing, and as El Gringo stood back up, he clobbered him with a big forearm across the face! El Gringo stumbled back and and Bradley pressed his advantage, delivering a furious barrage of strikes. Rafa immediately threatened Bradley with disqualification for castigo excesivo if he kept it up; Bradley rounded on Rafa too, but at El Macaw's urging to not play into El Reinado's hands, he didn't strike the ref and backed off to allow El Gringo - who'd been begging off and hanging onto the ropes -
to regroup.

As they re-engaged, El Gringo caught Bradley with a closed fist which Rafa conveniently ignored, along with El Macaw's protests. Gringo wasn't going to waste his advantage and immediately started brutalising the flamboyant youngster. To the surprise of nobody, Rafa was lenient with El Gringo throughout, giving him only the most cursory warnings for chokes, closed fists and keeping holds locked past the count whenever Bradley reached the ropes. Bradley meanwhile found himself getting a warning whenever Rafa could find even the flimsiest excuse, and as such, he was never allowed to build momentum.

Despite everything he was facing, though, Bradley kept on fighting and managed to power back from beatings with fast, agile moves out of nowhere like crossbodies, armdrags and even a standing dropkick counter to a gutwrench attempt. The fans roared with delight as he started to pepper the dazed Gringo with kicks to the head and arms, then threw him into the corner with a snap suplex, sending the bearded brawler into the turnbuckles spine-first. Before he could do any further damage, Rafa pulled him away and spun him around, warning him about using the ring furniture. Bradley was done with this shit and shoved Rafa away to inflict more hurt on Gringo - but El Gringo had recovered in the time that Rafa bought him and he threw Bradley into the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes! He rolled Bradley up...

...two point nine! The fans exploded as Bradley kicked out. At this point a figure materialised from the crowd: El Gringo's sister-in-law, Rosa Rodriguez. El Macaw moved around the ring to prevent her from interfering, and Rafa duly threatened him with his partner's disqualification if he attacked Rosa. Gringo, of course, took the opportunity to rake Bradley's eyes as everyone was distracted. After nailing Bradley with a heavy lariat he called Rafa over, but again Bradley kicked out at the last moment to the delight of the fans.

Gringo pulled Bradley to his feet but Bradley found an enzuigiri! After stunning Gringo with a barrage of stiff kicks, Bradley ran the ropes - only to be tripped by Rosa who'd reached into the ring. Again El Macaw sprinted around the ring to ward her off, and again, while Gringo fell upon the downed Bradley with punches to the head, Rafa reprimanded El Macaw... but El Macaw leaped up onto the apron, ran along it for a few paces, then flew down at Rosa wiping her out with the Colors of the Wind! Rafa went to check on his stablemate, and in frustration El Gringo dropped Bradley and crossed over to try to sort out the situation.

That was a mistake.

Bradley forced himself back up and caught El Gringo with a Pele kick, then quickly wrapped him up and drilled him skull-first into the mat with a cradle piledriver! After pausing to blow a kiss to his adoring fans, he called Rafa over. The crooked Reinado referee didn't want to have to count, but he had no choice.

One...

...

He sure took his sweet time though.

...

...twoooo....

...

...

Rafa pouted and sighed, but it wasn't like he could do much; El Gringo clearly wasn't getting up any time soon.

...

...

...three!

Bradley is quick to roll out of the ring and join El Macaw, and the flamboyant team high-tail(feather) it out of there before Rafa, Gringo and Rosa can attempt a beatdown. Once they reach the exit they pause for just a second to taunt El Reinado, the fans cheering wildly and celebrating the fact that finally some técnicos have finally managed to get one over on The Reign of Terror tonight.



Winston Robinson: The Reinado getting some of their own medicine there.

Dave: That’s all well and good, but it’s going to bite those boys in the ass soon enough.



Winston Robinson: Welcome back, everyone, for the final instalment of Día de Muertos, where we have title matches for both the Rey del HELL, and Legión del HELL championships!

Dave: First up, Paddy Flanagan challenged Miedo to a fight last week, after the Reinado seized control. Miedo not only accepted that challenge, but also put his championship on the line.

Winston Robinson: Then, the scheduled Legión championship defence between The Brothers Reed and the High Flying Heroes! The Reinado have made a power play here, introducing their own team to try and secure control of all the titles, and Aries Reed has been replaced by his sister in their defence, making the Brothers Reed the Family Reed for this defence.

Dave: The ring is set, the wrestlers are lined up, pull those ring pulls, and let’s get this underway. It’s Ireland vs. Mexico, now.



Esteban Palacios: Presentamos el primer, ya en el ring… PADDY FLANAGAN!

Paddy raises his hands up, as the crowd cheer to his name, and I’m Shipping Up To Boston fades out.

Esteban Palacios: Y su oponente…

As the drum intro to Cucarachas Enojadas blasts over the PA system, Miedo appears in the entranceway, bathed in a dark green light. He stands there as the intro plays out, surveying the crowd, bathing in their boos and jeers. As the music picks up in the tempo, he heads straight for the ring, nodding his head in time to the music. As he reaches the apron, he speeds up, sliding in under the bottom rope, before springing back up to his feet with a roar. He gazes at the crowd all around him, before raising his left fist high in the air. He stays put in the middle of the ring, not retreating to his corner, waiting for the match to begin.

Paddy Flanagan stepped straight up to Miedo, throwing a torrent of verbal abuse at him, all of which Miedo let wash over him. Paddy marched straight up to him, until they stood chest to chest, pushing his forehead into Miedo’s and pushing, but Miedo remained still, resisting Paddy’s attempt to antagonise him. Angrily, Paddy broke the confrontation, before suddenly rattling put a punch, causing Miedo’s head to turn as Paddy span around with the force of the blow, shouting and celebrating with the crowd as they cheer him. Miedo, however, hadn’t moved an inch, other than his head, which he slowly turned back to look at Flanagan. Paddy, still celebrating, turned back to what he assumed was a shaken Miedo… and straight into a massive Big Boot with which took him off his feet and onto his back!

Paddy got straight back to his feet, and ran in swinging, making contact with some blows, before Miedo caught him, and sent him flying with a Suplex. This became the norm, Paddy refusing to stay down, launching an attack on Miedo, until the older veteran’s superior strength and technical ability saw Paddy getting overpowered and cast to the side. A Temiendo Este from Miedo nearly secured a pinfall, but Paddy just wouldn’t stay down.

The end, inevitable to some, came sooner rather than later. Punch drunk, bruised, but refusing to quit, Paddy got a couple of good licks in, including his Erin Go Bragh! He tried to follow up with his Irish Crème kick… but Miedo’s hand snapped out, wrapping around Paddy’s throat, before lifting and connecting with a Garra Miedo, before getting the three count. The victory counted, Miedo backed away, allowing Paddy to leave… but as he stood, the indomitable Flanagan refused to leave the ring, even after Benny advised him to leave.

Miedo stepped forward, suggesting Paddy should depart… only for Paddy to take another swing at him! Miedo easily dodged the lazy, tired swing, countering with a massive kick to Paddy’s gut. He looked down at the Irishman, slowly shaking his head, as Ratamahatta started to play, and out from the back swarmed the entire Reinado. They quickly made a beeline to the ring, but before they could enter, Not Today burst out of the PA, heralding the arrival of Crash Delgado, Carey Caldwell, Tsurugi Kanemoto and Fraser Flanagan at the top of the ramp. As they slowly advanced toward the ring, the Reinado moved to intercept them, Miedo stepping over the fallen Paddy to better observe events… which is when Ruby Tyler vaulted the barrier! She quickly darted into the ring, pulling Paddy to his feet, and bundling him out the ring. Miedo turned, observing her doing it, but merely smiled rather than doing anything to stop her. With Paddy retrieved, with both him and Ruby escaping into the crowd, Crash, Carey, Tsurugi and Fraser quickly escaped, the majority of the Reinado shouting after them in frustration.



Dave: Now, I ain’t going to lie, I never saw Paddy winning that. Nobody did, I think.

Winston Robinson: And as much as I hate to admit it, Paddy brought most of that on himself, including his near beat down at the end. Miedo had allowed him to leave, but he had to go back for one more pop.

Dave: Well, the Reinado still holds the Rey del HELL, and they’re looking to add yet another title to their cabinet now. Hang on to your hats, folks, the Legión del HELL title match is next… and promises to be huge.

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Esteban Palacios: Presentamos el primer…

The sweeping theme of "The Avengers" plays over the PA system as El Héroe Azul leads out his teammates, White Phoenix and El Buho. The trio head down the aisle, playing to the fans a little bit as they reach the ring. Upon entering, each man takes to a turnbuckle, though El Héroe Azul receives the largest reaction of the three by far when he poses.

Esteban Palacios: En un peso combinado de 637 libras… El Buho… White Phoenix… El Héroe Azul… LOS HIGH FLYING HEROES! Y sus oponentes…

Ratamahatta by Sepultura blasts out of the PA system, as Mixcoatl comes out of the entranceway, in his full regalia, flanked on either side by Los Fantasmas. They march down to the ring, the ghosts falling into step behind the hunter, as they slowly approach. The three all enter together, Los Fantasmas quickly branching out to the ropes, as Mixcoatl kneels in the middle of the ring, offering a silent prayer to an unknown recipient.

Esteban Palacios: En un peso combinado de 618 libras… Mixcoatl… Ikiryo… Calavera… EL REINADO DEL TERROR! Y, por último, sus oponentes…

Papa Was A Rollin’ Stone plays over the PA, as The Family Reed all enter into the arena, slowly walking to the ring en masse. Bianca and Cassius exchange quips with some of the crowd as they strut down to the ring to the slow, purposeful bassline, Darius impassively marching between them. The trio stop outside the ring, and discuss their approach on the outside, before Darius enters the ring.

Esteban Palacios: En un peso combinado de 603 libras… LA FAMILIA REED!

Cassius Reed, El Buho and Ikiryo all start up in the ring. The three men eye each other up, across the ring, as they slowly begin to pace sideways.

Dave: And we’re underway. The Brot- sorry, Family Reed did have the advantage coming into this, but how unbalanced are they going to be having had Aries replaced by the green Bianca?

Winston Robinson: The High Flying Heroes are no slouches, having fought hard to earn their place in this match up. But you’ve gotta think, especially after everything else we’ve seen here tonight, the advantage has to lie with the Reinado.

Ikiryo starts things up, charging at Cassius, and quickly locking up with him. El Buho holds off a moment, until Cassius pushes Ikiryo back… then Buho charges right in, hooking Cassius up himself… until Darius manages to shove him off too. Ikiryo is back to his feet… as is El Buho, both slowly approaching the defensive Cassius.

Dave: It looks like an unlikely alliance here from the Reinado and the High Flying Heroes here, as they look to maybe take down the bigger man between them.

Ikiryo eyes the situation… before stepping over, and tagging in the larger Calavera, to try and better suit the strength of Cassius. El Buho evaluates the situation, before tagging in the larger El Héroe Azul. Cassius eyes both the larger men up a moment, even as they look cautiously between each other… before he leans over and tags it Darius! Darius steps straight up to the other two men, staring them both down. El Héroe steps up to Darius, going face to face with him, as Calavera looks on and laughs. Slowly, both Héroe and Darius’ heads turn, to face him. The smile quickly fades, as Héroe quickly lets rip with a punch, swiftly followed by one from Darius. The two men alternate massive punches, one from Héroe, one from Darius. Héroe. Darius. Héroe. Darius. Héroe. Darius. Héroe grabs him by the wrist, and whips Calavera to the ropes, hitting him with a Front Dropkick on the return. He gets up… and straight into a T-Bone Suplex from Darius! As Calavera gets back to his feet, Darius charges him, driving a shoulder into his chest, and forcing him into the vacant corner hard. With Calavera dazed, Darius lets loose a massive sequences of alternating left and right Body Blows, hammering blow after blow to the Mexican ghost’s ribs. Pulling him out of the corner, Darius whips Calavera, and drops a shoulder to send him over… but Calavera sees it, and slams on the breaks, hitting Darius with a Facebreaker Knee Smash! Taking the opportunity, Calavera quickly tags out to Mixcoatl. As he steps through the ropes, Héroe gets back up to his feet.

Winston Robinson: This is nuts, nobody is quite getting enough of an advantage here.

The grim hunter and the blue hero slowly lock eyes… slowly closing the space between them down. Héroe moves first, going for a Lariat, but Mixcoatl ducks, spinning Héroe around and lighting up his chest with a Backhand Chop, and then another. He takes hold of Héroe, and whips him… only for the veteran to reverse it! As Mixcoatl comes back, Héroe sends hhim hard, over the top rope… but Mixcoatl grabs it with his hands, and Skins The Cat! As his gets his legs up above the rope, however, Héroe grabs them, pulling him up and over the rope! As the two struggle for grip, Darius finally rolls out of the ring, letting Bianca enter! Mixcoatl struggles free, dropping down behind Héroe, and landing on his feet, as Héroe quickly backs up, pushing him into the ropes. It’s then that Bianca strikes, hitting Héroe with an Enzuigiri as Mixcoatl staggers out of the way. Mixcoatl eyes up Bianca, going for a Thurst Kick as she rises, but grabs the foot, yanking Mixcoatl forward before catching him with a Spinning Leg Lariat. She quickly skips over the two fallen wrestlers, tagging in Cassius.

Dave: The Family Reed employing solid team tactics here, trying to keep people fresh.

As Héroe slowly gets up to his feet, Cassius quickly strikes, hitting his CA$H-OUT finisher!

Winston Robinson: CA$H-OUT! CA$$IUS! has hit that big Jumping Neckbreaker! If he acts quick enough, this is done.

As Cassius drops for the pinfall, Mixcoatl rolls out the ring.

ONE

TWO

Ikiryo breaks up the pin with a Shachihoko! As he starts stomping down on Cassius, Héroe quickly rolls out of the ring, bringing in White Phoenix, who quickly starts by entering with a Springboard Corkscrew European Uppecut, taking Ikiryo down like a missile! Cassius clambers back to his corner, tagging Darius back in, who manages to surprise White Phoenix with a huge Spear as he turns to investigate the slapping noise of the tag. Darius picks him up, and whips him across the ring… straight into another Roundhouse Kick from Ikiryo! Darius charges in, but Ikiryo cuts him off with a kick to the calf, then another, before following up with a martial arts combo. Darius manages to break the assault with a surprise headbutt, but then both men are surprised as White Phoenix springboards off the rope with Crossbody Block. He gets back up, as Ikiryo rolls out of the ring… bringing Mixcoatl back in! He gets straight up to White Phoenix, hitting a combination of Elbow Stikes, before bringing him down fast with a Lámina de la Honda! He goes for the pin!

ONE

TWO

Kickout!

Dave: Mixcoatl nearly securing the gold for the Reinado there.

On the outside, the High Flying Heroes and the Reeds are calling for the tag, as everyone stirs. Mixcoatl prevent Darius from tagging out to Bianca… but he misses White Phoenix tagging out to El Buho! He turns, and goes for a clotheslines, but El Buho ducks, running to the ropes, before returning and taking Mixcoatl down with a Running Dropkick! El Buho gets up, winding up for the Punky Punch whilst he waits for Mixcoatl to get up… whilst Darius rolls out the ring! Cassius springboards straight in, taking Buho by surprise with a Funkensteiner! He turns, sees Mixcoatl rising in the corner… and sprints, using the second rope to launch up the corner, before catching Mixcoatl with the Pussy On The Chainwax! He holds on for the pin!

ONE

TWO

Calavera breaks up the pin! Whilst Benny ushers him back to his corner, Ikiryo sneaks up an opposite corner, launching off with a Goryo! Cassius catches all of it!

Dave: The Reinado taking advantage of how tired everyone is now, they just need Mixcoatl to capitalise, and they should have this!

Bianca charges in, and take Ikiryo by surprise with a massive Spear, taking both of them crashing through the ropes! Mixcoatl is up, shaking his head… when he spots Cassius laid out. He goes for the pin… BUT EL BUHO COMES FROM BEHIND AND GETS A SCHOOLBOY ON HIM!

ONE

Calavera makes a move.

TWO

White Phoenix cuts him off with a Springboard Corkscrew European Uppecut.

THREE!

Esteban Palacios: Señores y señoras, el vencedor de este partido, a modo de cuenta de tres, y la NUEVA Legión de HELL campeones... LOS HIGH FLYING HEROES!



Dave: THE HIGH FLYING HEROES HAVE STOLEN IT! NOT ONLY THAT, IT WAS EL BUHO WHO DID IT!

Darius and Bianca have collected Cassius out of the ring, trying to get some sense into him on the outside. Meanwhile, El Buho has grabbed the trophy, and run up the ramp Benny Hill style, as the Reinado members assemble in the ring. His fellow High Flying Heroes get part way up the ramp… when Ratamahatta starts blaring over the PA system! El Buho quickly sprints back down the ramp, before realising he’s trapped between the two forces of the Reinado. El Héroe Azul points to the crowd, and the High Flying Heroes vault the barrier, escaping into the crowd. On the opposite side of the ring, the Reed have down the same thing, leaving the members of the Reinado frustrated as their quarry escapes, and we go to copyright.