SD #13 - The Masked Avenger vs. Cletus Beauchamp

[AJ Supreme]

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Rp deadline is Monday, March 10th @ 11:59 PM CST.

[Jose Torres/ TDP]

The scene opens up inside a large gymnasium with multiple rings on the floor. Boxing bags and mats are scattered throughout the gym ready for practice. Dozens of pictures of past members are displayed on the walls and at the end lays an honour list that reads “New Mexico Grande Luchador.” The board list the New Mexico wrestling champion for each year, decided through the yearly tournament. Numerous wrestlers are shown. However ‘The Black Cobra’ dominates the early 1970’s titles. The cameras then pan out to see a masked wrestler leaning over the side of the top ropes of a ring nearby, looking at the camera. The cameras move forward to the mysterious wrestler.

Masked Wrestler: This right here....is my sanctuary. This gym is filled with history, with passion and with purpose for wrestling. If you look around you will see picture of dozens of wrestling hero’s who competed right here in this very ring. On the board at the end of the gym, ‘The Black Cobra’, my father, trained right here and became the best luchador that New Mexico had ever seen. I have come long and far, training to follow in his footsteps. RCW, I am The Masked Avenger.

The Masked Avenger pauses for a short moment as the camera zooms in on him.

TMA: I have been wrestling since I could ever remember but I am yet to have the opportunity to truly show what I can do. I have wrestled in New Mexico and El Paso for my entire career. With the styles that I have learnt in Mexico and the techniques I have learnt from southern North America, I am ready to put both in practice. I now move to Arkansas to compete in Razorback Championship Wrestling. My father was a hero of New Mexico; I now look to be a champion of Arkansas.

This week I will compete in my first professional match at Southern Dynamite. I plan on making my entrance into the wrestling world a memorable one and all that stands in my way is Cletus Beauchamp. He is a dishonourable wrestler to say the least but even so, a wrestler that I must conquer on Wednesday night. The thing that will kick start my career will be what matters most, my pride. My pride as a wrestler is on the line and I don’t plan on giving it up ever. I wear it at all times of the day. I don’t wear it to cover my identity, but to let people know what my identity is, and that’s a luchador.

My opponent has no pride in him or in his wrestling. He calls himself “Kentucky Pride" but anyone that sees him as a figure of their town must live a sad life. There is not much I could possibly say about Cletus but I guess his name and personality says it all. I usually respect the wrestlers who have been around for longer than me, but I will never respect a man who makes a mockery of the sport that I live, breath and dream. At Southern Dynamite it will be the rising star taking on the never-was has-been wrestler. Once I hit The Mexicano Slam and the ref counts three, Arkansas will know that the reign a champion has begun.

With that The Masked Avenger gets off the ropes and walks out of the ring. He heads for the door before stopping and looking up at the honour board. He looks over it with great interest, looks back down and walks out of the gym. Fade to black.