A crowd roars.
A blurry shot comes into focus. We see a ring surrounded by over sixteen thousand fans. Many of them are on their feet.
In the ring, we see a man with short dark hair in brown and black tights lift a man in a green scale covered mask and green tights up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He walks to the center of the ring.
As the man in the green mask tries to fight out of the hold, we hear a male commentator talking in Spanish with subtitles on the bottom. “Vagabundo Jr. has been trailing behind El Hijo Del Lagarto for the entire second fall and most of the third. Does he have the wherewithal to hit the Death Valley Bomb?!”
Just as the commentator says this, Vagabundo Jr. holds firm and, directly in the center of the ring, drops him flush on his shoulders.
“THERE IT IS! DEATH VALLEY BOMB!” A female voice on commentary shouts.
ONE!
TWO!
THR- VAGABUNDO JR. DRAGS HIM UP BY HIS SHOULDERS!
The commentators shout in surprise. The male commentator describes what’s happening. “VENGEANCE! Lagartito disrespected him in that exact same way in that six man tag five weeks earlier!”
“But what is he going to do now? He would’ve won for sure!” the female voice asks.
Vagabundo favors his back as he struggles to his feet. As quickly as he can, he walks to the corner and climbs the ropes. With Lagartito in the dead center of the ring, he perches himself on top and rises slowly…
“SIX! THIRTY! SENTON!”
WHAM!
His impact on his opponent is thunderous.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The crowd explodes!
“HE’S DONE IT! IN HIS FINAL MATCH FOR LLU, VAGABUNDO JR. IS VICTORIOUS!” shouts the male commentator.
The ring announcer shouts. “THE WINNER OF THE MATCH… TWO FALLS TO ONE… VAGABUNDO JR.!”
The referee raises his hand.
The female commentator chimes in. “El Hijo del Lagarto will surely be a major player in LLU going forward, but tonight? For one last time, Vagabundo Jr. Is the one with his hand raised. And it looks like he has something to say!”
Indeed, Vagabundo is being handed a microphone as his father, Vagabundo, joins him in the ring. As Lagartito is escorted away from the ring by another man in a lizard mask and other members of their entourage, Vagabundo turns to him.
“Lagartito. You don’t like me. I don’t like you. But I do respect you. You’re one of the best in the world right now. You’re the future of this company and of this sport. Hold things down while I’m gone, alright? If you don’t, there will be hell to pay next time we meet in this ring!”
Lagartito nods at him with tears in his eyes before turning to leave.
Vagabundo Jr. continues.
“ARENA MONTERREYYYYYY!” The crowd cheers at the acknowledgement. Men, women, and children alike can be seen weeping in the front row. “Don’t worry. I’m not saying goodbye. I’m just saying ‘see you in a while’. God willing, I WILL be back here in front of you again someday.” The crowd roars.
“But for now, if I want to live up to mfather’bes legacy? If I want to become the greatest wrestler of all time? I need to leave Mexico and go wherever I need to go to fight the best wrestlers in the world.”
In heavily accented English, Vagabundo Jr continues:
“I need to go…”
The crowd hangs on the next word.
“GLOBAL.”
The crowd explodes again!
He switches back to Spanish. “But whatever the future holds, know that I will do ANYTHING to achieve my goals! After all…”
He holds the microphone up to his father and leans in. Together, they say their time honored catchphrase:
“MATAREMOS POR FAMA Y FORTUNA!”