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FAIBUSUTA-SUPASUTA!!!; EP WHC#1 RP
Topic Started: Nov 8 2010, 05:35 PM (135 Views)
El Pablo
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VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!

We open on a black screen. After a few moments, the scene begins - not visually, but audibly, as the sound of large-scale gunfire fills the air, punctuated every so often with explosions, indecipherable shouting and the agonising screams of people experiencing the side of war they don’t tell you about in the commercials. Slowly, the darkness begins to dissipate, but only slightly, as we find ourselves inside what appears to be a military medical tent. Immediately we can tell that this battle is not going particularly well for whichever force is in possession of the tent, as the area is more-or-less completely packed out by wounded, their various injuries and ailments being attended to by a small group of flustered-looking nurses. The various uniforms (along with some of the weaponry and equipment) on show suggest that the battle we are currently bearing witness to is not of the modern era; in fact, it quite possibly takes place some time between, say, 1861 and 1865.

The camera slowly moves through the tent, turning until it positions itself in a long aisle between two rows of beds. Ahead of us, towards the far end of the tent, stands a lone figure, dressed in an outfit that.. well, to say it looks out of place would be a rather gross understatement. His face is covered in a wrestling mask - designed to look like some sort of rodent - and his body is covered by an outfit more resembling that of an old Japanese samurai, topped off with a pair of feather boas running down across his chest in an “X” formation, before wrapping a few times around his waist. Most striking of all, however, is the fact that this entire outfit is coloured - from head to toe - in brilliant white, causing the figure to almost shine out amongst the mud and squalor immediately surrounding him.

Slowly, the camera begins to approach the figure - obviously CZW X-Champion El Pablo - as he looks around, the action switching to slow-motion as a dramatic string quartet score filters in through the otherwise barbaric soundtrack. As the camera closes in, EP begins to flicker, much like an old-fashioned analogue television screen that hasn’t been tuned correctly. As the image distorts, his appearance also begins to change - only for a split second at a time, as if another person were being broadcast into the shot at the same time. As the flickering increases in intensity and frequency, it becomes apparent that the person fighting for screen time with El Pablo is Damage Control victim “Psycho” Sam Attic, the man whose CZW career was ended by the Five Star Superstar towards the end of October. A few more moments pass, everything building in intensity as the camera pulls us right up to EP, before…

..Silence.

EP turns his head slowly to face the camera, and barely a second later, a dull, metallic “thunk” rings out, as he snaps back, spinning round and crumpling to the floor. The camera cuts, now showing EP laying unconscious on the floor, his pristine attire now coated in thick, disgusting mud. His image begins to flicker once more, slower than before, the camera remaining still for a few moments before the scene fades to black.

----------*****----------

The scene re-opens, showing us to be once again stood inside a medical facility. However, this one is decidedly more modern - and presumably a lot more “civilian”, considering the fact that it appears to have been constructed using bricks and glass rather than tarpaulin. The cacophonous sound of gunfire and death has been replaced with the gentle hum of machinery, and the rhythmic “beep” of a heart-rate monitor. The camera pans from its opening vantage point - gazing out of the window at the harbour in the distance - to the far side of the room, where a man lays sleeping in a bed. As before, his face is concealed, although this time the masking is provided by bandages and medical tape as opposed to wrestling gear. A small collection of wires and tubes have been connected between his body and various bits of medical machinery and equipment, although nothing in the immediate environment suggests any sort of “intensive care”.

After a few seconds, the sound of footsteps filters in from the distance. These grow slowly in volume, before a loud gasp cues the camera being barged slightly out of position by a woman bursting into the room, dressed in a black leather jacket and tight-fitting jeans. While her face is largely obscured due to her position in relation to the camera, the hint of a mask overlaid with long, dirty blonde hair suggests that this is El Pablo’s partner and valet, Cristal. She raises a hand to her mouth as she approaches the bed, obviously a little shocked and distressed at the sight in front of her.

CRISTAL: Oh my.. Pablo…

Cristal gingerly extends a hand as she takes up position beside EP, gently taking hold of his and stroking her thumb along his knuckles.

CRISTAL: I had no idea they did this much damage… Are you okay? C-can you hear me..?

The camera watches as EP slowly opens his eyes and turns to face Cristal. Their eyes meet for a few moments, before he rolls back, a small, muffled laugh escaping from his covered lips, something that draws a small smile from his partner.

CRISTAL: Well it’s good to see you still have your sense of humour! Did they say what the damage was? Or how long you’re stuck here for? I still can’t believe what happened! You know they’ve had to use 4 different hospitals to fit everyone in after that show? CZW’s literally taken over Melbourne!

EP looks over at Cristal again, his eyes looking somewhat confused. However, before the conversation can continue further, “Rebel Rebel” by David Bowie begins to play, from what is presumably a cellphone speaker. Cristal releases EP’s hand, and pulls a Blackberry out of her jacket pocket.

CRISTAL: That must be Adam, he told me to fill him in on your condition before he-

Cristal stops as she glances at the phone screen, apparently puzzled by the information displayed upon it.

CRISTAL: ..Hello?



..Really? But…


Cristal looks down at EP, still apparently confused, then makes her way over to the open window. She leans out and looks down, as the camera cuts to show her viewpoint.. one that shows El Pablo - casually-dressed, with no apparent serious visible injuries - stood in the parking lot well below, one hand pressed to his ear and the other out from his side.

EL PABLO: Yo.. what the fuck!?

The camera cuts back into the room, as Cristal reels herself back in. She turns to face the man in the bed, and hangs up the phone, giving way to a few seconds of awkward silence.

CRISTAL: Sooo.. I’m just gonna…

Cristal inches her way out of the room, and the screen cuts once again, now showing CZW Interviewer Ryan Lewis sat in what appears to be the lobby of a large airport. Suited and booted as always, he sits perched on the edge of a loaded luggage trolley, typing away on an iPhone. After a few moments, he looks up, his eyes widening as he immediately rises to his feet.

RYAN LEWIS: PABLO! Hey, Pablo!

The camera follows as Lewis jogs across the lobby towards EP and Cristal. As we approach, we can see that EP does in fact still appear to be bearing a few scars from the PPV, namely a slightly swollen lip, a black eye, and a bandage wrapped around his head beneath his now-standard “recovering from a head injury” ninja mask, with expertly sewn-on squirrel ears. He nods in acknowledgement of Lewis, a smile on his face as he drapes an arm around Cristal’s shoulder.

EL PABLO: Sup Ryan?

RYAN LEWIS: Hey, not much, just waiting on my flight. You think I could grab a few words for my column this week?

EL PABLO: Uhhh.. Sure, I don’t think we’re going anywhere for a while.

RYAN LEWIS: Great!

Lewis brings up his iPhone, and taps on it a few times before lifting it up near his face.

RYAN LEWIS: First things first.. congratulations on successfully retaining your X-Title at Horrorcore!

EL PABLO: Thanks very much! It was a tough one, no doubt, perhaps the toughest defence I’ve ever had to make in either reign.. But, what can I say? The legend lives on!

RYAN LEWIS: Indeed! Traditionally, Horrorcore has been a bit of a cursed Pay-Per-View - excuse the pun - for CZW Champions; only 2 men had previously managed to successfully defend their title at this event before you.. how does it feel to be part of such a select club?

EL PABLO: It’s pretty cool, I didn’t actually know that. Who were the other two?

RYAN LEWIS: Eric Collum and Eddie Rowan, who retained the X and Television title respectively in 2008.

EL PABLO: Ah, awesome. Well, I dunno.. I won the World Heavweight Championship at the first Horrorcore, so I guess maybe it’s just “my” Pay-Per-View, as it were. A little ironic, perhaps, given that I’m 90% sunshine and rainbows, but hey.

RYAN LEWIS: Now, we obviously can’t talk about Horrorcore without mentioning the events at the close of the show. What do you remember about it?

EL PABLO: I don’t remember too much, such was the nature of it. I remember being stood out there, listening to Damage’s big announcement.. then Thanatos came out, only to reveal he wasn’t Thanatos.. then the lights go out. Next thing I know, the group’s collapsing like a deck of dominoes, and I’m getting a brass knuckle tattoo session from Sam Attic!

RYAN LEWIS: Any lasting effects? Obviously you’re still bearing the scars..

EL PABLO: Yeah, few cuts, cracks and bruises.. my neck’s a little sore from the Terror Ride.. but nothing I haven’t suffered before. I might not get much training done this week because of it, but it’s not gonna keep me out of the next show, you can rest assured of that.

RYAN LEWIS: Good to hear. What are your thoughts about what happened?

EL PABLO: Well, if I say I’m surprised, that probably sounds like a bit of an understatement. But, to be honest, I’m not so much surprised that they all banded together and decided to try and force their way back in.. I’m more surprised that they decided to take it out on us. Don’t get me wrong, we were never all BFFs back there, and there are quite obviously a few combinations of people that downright HATE each other. BUT, I kinda figured there’d be some sort of solidarity between the two sides. “All in this together”, “us against them”, you know? I mean.. I know we were the ones who hammered in the nails.. but what are you supposed to do with a shotgun pointed at your head? And it’s not like a lot of them made any efforts to try and avoid that situation arising anyway.

Ehh.. whatever. If they wanna play the sour grapes card, we’ll be more than happy to press them into wine… ..Ya dig?


RYAN LEWIS: I dig, homeboy! Now, one last question about Horrorcore… Garrett William..

A small smile forms on EP’s lips, as he shuffles his shoulders slightly.

RYAN LEWIS: Obviously, he appears to have been given some sort of “immunity” from the “Renegades’” wrath.. what do you think about that?

EL PABLO: I’m not surprised really, considering the fact his cousin is the leader of the rebellion. However, the fact that he was so willing to just turn tail and run to the hills…

..well, let’s just say it might be an idea to stick a camera in the arena entrance next show.


RYAN LEWIS: ..Rrriiiiight… Erm, anyway, this next show sees CZW return to Japan, a whole 32 months after our first and last visit. Excited?

EL PABLO: Yeah, should be fun. Like you say, it’s been a long old time since we were there; a lot of new faces, a lot of people moved on. Should certainly be interesting for those who were there in Tokyo to see how much the experience has changed in that time.

RYAN LEWIS: You are, of course, in the main event, as we heard from Mr Damage himself at Horrorcore. A HUGE main event, at that.. You, Mortius and Buzzsaw in a triple-threat match to name the first Number One Contender to Eddie Rowan’s World Heavyweight Championship. What are your thoughts on that?

EL PABLO: To be honest, I haven’t really thought too much about it yet, what with dealing with and recovering from the fallout of what happened immediately after that announcement.

RYAN LEWIS: You must be excited about being back in the World Heavyweight Championship picture, though?

EL PABLO: Oh, definitely! I think the last time I was even close was Pandemonium in May of last year, so it’s been a long old wait to make that step back onto the summit again!

RYAN LEWIS: But, of course, you’re not quite back there yet.. there’s still the small matter of Buzzsaw and Mortius standing in your way.

EL PABLO: Yeah, the “small” matter of those two.. heh. I hope you don’t mind though, Ryan, but I’m not gonna discuss it anymore just yet. I know the CZW fans would prefer me to express my thoughts in the form of a blockbusting, possibly hilarious promo video.. so I’m gonna leave it until then to address those two.

RYAN LEWIS: Fair enough, I’m not one to stand in the way of yet another Five Star Production! Any clues you can give us as to what this promo might contain?

EL PABLO: Hmmm.. I’m not sure about that, to be honest. I can’t say for certain what it’ll be.. alls I know is, it’s gotta focus on the violent combination of a Buzzsaw, a brightly-coloured midget, and the personification of pure, terrifying evil.

The camera closes right in on EP’s face as he gazes off into the distance, rubbing his chin with one hand.

EL PABLO: Hmm.. a Buzzsaw, a brightly-coloured midget, and pure, terrifying evil…

The scene fades to black once more, the action stalling for a moment before the distant sound of rattling chains signals yet another drastic change in setting. Despite the obvious lack of light, there is at least just about enough to make out the sense of the camera panning around a room, obviously attempting to get some sort of bearing on our current location. After a few moments, we find ourselves looking at a small, ominous puddle on the cold tile floor.

Blood.

The camera jolts slightly, as the sound of a man coughing adds a few more splatters to the pool. Obviously, whoever is currently operating the camera is in a pretty bad way. All of a sudden, in the corner of the room, a TV turns on; the sudden, concentrated shift in brightness piercing a hole right through the retinas. All we see on the screen is static; however, a deep, distorted male voice begins to thunder out through the speakers.

VOICE: Hello Wade... I suspect you of being an ill-begotten character, seen by the world as nothing more than a lowly-paid cameraman. You have faced many perils in your life, but now.. your time has come to an abrupt end.

Wade then looks over at his ankle, which is wrapped in a large chain, wound up tight and sealed tight. He begins shouting at the TV, wondering what’s going on...

VOICE: Tonight Wade, I want to play a game. The game is simple... your task is to free yourself from the chains you've been placed in. The trick is not how, but when you can unlock yourself.. because if you don't find a way to unlock yourself within 2 hours, a nerve gas will fill the room, leaving you to die an unfortunate death.

You are not alone, however.. for there is another man inside the room who you've never met before... A man you claim to be a false idol, an idealist that portrays something of the deranged nature... He is simply known as "The Five Star Superstar"...


The TV then goes black, leaving Wade to fluster, cry, and yell out in pain from the chain around his ankle, the pressure and pain almost unbearable. As Wade stops yelling, a familiar voice calls from the far side of the room…

FAMILIAR VOICE: Stop your damn yelling Wade!

WADE: Pablo! Oh thank god! ..Who the hell was that on the TV?!

EL PABLO: I don't know.. All I know is that I'm in the same predicament as you, locked in a chain across the room from someone who loves to crack jokes about anybody and everything his camera tells him to see.

WADE: Pablo, you’re starting to sound like that person on the TV...

Suddenly, the TV illuminates again, this time in the direction of.. Krimzon Blaze? The mysterious voice fills the air again, as KB squints up at the screen.

VOICE: Hello Pablo.. I want to p-

Suddenly, the action pauses.. like, literally pauses, as if someone had hit a pause button to pause the action………. After a couple of seconds, a small pixellated lasso appears on the screen. It travels slowly around the outline of Blaze’s body, leaving a flashing dotted line in its wake. Once the circuit has been completed, the sound of a button being clicked can be heard, and Blaze disappears from the shot, replaced by a grey and white chequered background. Suddenly, we hear the sound of a door being opened, and the screen cuts, showing Cristal and an unknown, bespectacled male inside a small office, looking at a computer screen; the man sat on an office chair, Cristal stood looking over his shoulder. After a second or two, El Pablo steps into shot, both him and Cristal still dressed in the same “casual” manner they have been all promo thus far.

EL PABLO: HERE you are! What are you guys doing?

CRISTAL: Oh, hey! We’re just looking over something for your promo.

EL PABLO: Oh really? Let’s have a look…

EP steps up to the computer, placing an arm on Cristal’s shoulder as he leans in over the other man. He examines the contents of the screen for a few moments, before wrinkling his nose and stepping back.

EL PABLO: Wait a second.. Nonono! This is just KB’s old “Saw” promo!

MAN: Don’t worry, we already re-did the voices, and I’m just going through and editing out KB so we can swap him with you once we re-film.. no-one will be any the wiser!

EL PABLO: Uh, well I’LL know.. and I daresay anyone who’s a fan of Krimzon Blaze or a long-term fan of CZW will have a pretty good idea as well! Cris, did you agree to this!?

CRISTAL: Well, no.. I just thought I’d come and check out what had been done so far while we were waiting for you to turn up!

MAN: What’s the problem!? You said you wanted Buzzsaws, brightly-coloured midgets, and extreme terror… Obviously that was gonna lead to a Saw RP, so why waste time and money shooting a completely-new variation on something that’s already been done, when we can just go back and alter it to suit your own purpose?

EP stands agape for a few moments, clearly having trouble processing this line of thought.

EL PABLO: ..Okay, dude.. wait, who ARE you?

MAN: I work in CZW’s design department. My name’s..

EL PABLO: ..Wait, don’t tell me! “Mike Rowan Softpaint”.. “Indy Zine”.. “Photo Shop”…

MAN: Don’t be ridiculous!

The man gets up out of his seat, as EP and Cristal step back to allow him room. He turns around, and offers EP his hand.

MAN: Arthur East, pleased to meet you.

EP thinks for a moment.

EL PABLO: ..Art East. Of course it is.

EP accepts the handshake, before placing his hands in his pockets.

EL PABLO: Well Art, I hate to be the guy who makes your last however-many-hours of work a complete waste of time.. but I’m not in the business of shamelessly ripping-off other wrestlers.

Art and Cristal turn and look at EP, heads cocked slightly to one side. EP looks between them, slightly confused.

EL PABLO: Okay, I’m not in the business of shamelessly ripping-off other CZW wrestlers.

Cristal giggles, as EP just shakes his head.

EL PABLO: ..Assholes.

Art sighs, one hand on his hip, the other running through his hair.

ART EAST: Come on, Pabs.. are you sure?

EL PABLO: I’m afraid so, Art. These people expect a Five Star showing whenever I’m on their screens; re-hashing and re-working someone else’s old material isn’t an El Pablo Experience I want them to have.

Resigned to EP’s decision, Art nods his head.

EL PABLO: I’ll be in touch when we have something new done. For now.. Cristal, bounce!

EP points towards the door, before making his way out of the room, Cristal following just behind. Art watches as they step out of shot, before turning round and sitting back at the computer screen, muttering to himself as the screen fades to black yet again.

----------*****----------

The scene re-opens, revealing us to once again be in very different surroundings to those left behind. The sound of birdsong fills the air, as the camera pans across the entrance to a large patch of woodland. It continues to look around, before revealing a large, distinctly-Japanese building, sat at the far end of a large, grey-gravel courtyard. The majority of the architecture is bright red in colour, with gold and green decoration and a grey tile roof. The camera slowly makes its way towards the building, as we begin to define the figure of a person, sat on the steps leading up between two lion-like sculptures to the front of the building. As the camera continues its approach, another person steps into shot, dressed in a black kimono with blue and purple pattern. Her dirty blonde hair is tied up into a bun, held together with two kazashi hair sticks, while her face is concealed beneath a mask, designed to match her kimono. This woman, then, is obviously Cristal, but if the person she takes a seat beside on the steps is El Pablo, he is dressed in a manner never before seen on CZW television. His usual mask has been replaced with one mostly white in colour, with thick red “eyebrows”, and black markings towards the top designed to resemble hair, an illusion further enforced by an artificial ponytail extending from the back. Like Cristal, he wears a kimono, coloured in dynamic red, purple and gold, and featuring enhanced armour-like shoulder pads. His hands and forearms are covered by long black gloves, matching both the belt which is tied around his waist, and his boots, which are currently crossed in front of him. Directly in front of him, on the step below, is the CZW X-Title belt, laid out as if in some sort of symbolic gesture. EP sits motionless as the camera concludes its journey, clearly engaging in some sort of meditation. After a few moments, he opens his eyes.

EL PABLO: So.. I know you were all expecting me to work some sort of Japanese cliché into this promo… Godzilla.. sumo-wrestling.. sushi… Well, this is it.

Welcome one and all to “Ikuta-jinja”, the Ikuta Shrine, located in the Chûô Ward of Kobe, Japan. Built in the Third Century AD to honour the young Sun Goddess Wakahirume, this place is believed to be among the oldest shrines in all Japan.

More interestingly, however, is the fact that it is also honoured as the home of “the resurrecting god.”

Now, that particular titbit of information is very interesting, when you consider that the forthcoming Overdrive show, in this very city, could well see the return of yours truly.. El Pablo.. The Five Star Superstar, to the World Heavyweight Championship playing field.

And boy, has it been a long time in coming!

If memory serves, the last time I was afforded the opportunity to try and become Number One Contender for this belt was way back in May of last year, when I teamed with Krimzon Blaze and Mike Monroe in a 3-on-2 tag match against Jesse Montana and the Jackal; with the person to score the decisive pinfall getting his opportunity to fight for the gold in the main event later that night. And, as I’m sure many of you will remember, I was unsuccessful. So, if you wanna find the last time I actually competed for the gold itself, you have to go even further back to January of that year - just one month after I lost the very same belt, no less - when I faced Maynard O’Toole and Eric Collum in a triple-threat match at Evil Intentions. So, that’s 21 months, nearly TWO WHOLE YEARS, since I competed for the World Heavyweight Championship.

That, quite frankly, is ridiculous.

I mean, I hate to sound arrogant.. but like Derek Damage himself said in his Horrorcore address, I’m considered by a lot of people to be the “face” of this company. Now, you tell me any other wrestling company where the main “face” of it goes almost two years without competing for the top prize, injury notwithstanding.

It just doesn’t happen.

So yeah, you could quite easily see this as the opportunity for a “resurrection” of sorts.

However, I’d be a fool if I just expected to step into that ring and let the local deity do all the work for me. The fact is, I’m stepping into the ring with two of the most talented Superstars on the roster today.. and two people I’ve NEVER managed to beat. Sure, I’ve only faced Buzzsaw once, and both of my matches against Mortius have been tag matches - one of which that was decided by Ronnie McNeil taking a dive - but still, the stats don’t lie.

Now, Buzzsaw may well be the relative newcomer in this match-up; but rest assured, he’s pretty far from being your ordinary “rookie”. Out of all the fresh meat that’s made its way into the company over the past year or so, Buzzsaw is the man who’s managed to catapult himself with a full-blooded roar into the CZW consciousness. Sure, Ryan Shane might be the one getting all the headlines with his one-man crusade against, well, anything.. but in terms of results, it’s Buzzsaw who’s setting the standard, and showing the rest of the upstarts exactly how to make a name for yourself in the CZW. Four and a half months as champion is no small feat - and this is coming from the man who was the first in this company’s history to do it. When you also consider the sort of stipulations Buzz was defending that belt under, not to mention the fact that those defences were against the likes of Matt Covey and Jakob Mayhem, you can’t help but give the man a hell of a lot of respect for what he’s done in his comparatively short time here.

On top of that, I hear he’s somewhat of a legend over here, and I know from speaking to various people in the back that he was pushing hard for a tour over here before the ink had even dried on his contract, so even I may struggle to have the backing of the fans in this one!

As for Mortius.. all that really needs to be said is that his World Heavyweight Championship reign - what was supposed to be CZW’s “Age of Shadows” - was brought to an end just 71 days in, in what was only his first attempted defence of the belt… I don’t think I need to tell y’all that he’s gonna be a liiiiiiittle bit pissed off about that, and will be looking to take his 300-plus pounds of frustration out on the two people standing in his way of getting that belt back! Of course, people will say “he should be careful; frustration leads to mistakes, which leads to opportunity for the opposition”.. and while that may be true, there’s no guarantee that Buzz or I will be conscious or mobile enough to take advantage of those mistakes once he’s punched himself into a stupor!


EP pauses for a moment, bathing in the Zen calmness and tranquillity of his surroundings.

EL PABLO: Looking at it from the outside, this match really does have all the ingredients to be the “perfect” World Heavyweight Championship Contenders match.

You’ve got the newcomer; the young blood looking to take the next step in his career, and establish himself as a genuine player on the main stage.

You’ve got the aggrieved former champion; the man who, having just had his power and status snatched so prematurely away from him, will now be pulling out all the stops to try and get it back while the taste is still fresh.

And then you have yours truly; the returning warrior. The man who comes to this battle from the wilderness, looking to show everyone that he’s still got what it takes to climb that mountain, and stick his flag in right at the very top.


The camera pans around slightly, allowing EP to address those on the other side of the lens directly.

EL PABLO: Buzz, Mort.. I don’t need to tell you just how huge this match. The three of us have been personally picked out as the three leading lights of this “new” CZW - Eddie Rowan notwithstanding, obviously. It’s the three of us that Derek Damage is looking to, to show that his Damage Control initiative was not the ego-stroking, counter-productive bullshit exercise we all know that, deep down, it really was.

I also don’t really need to point out that, whatever the outcome, the people of Kobe are going to leave that arena knowing that they’ve witness one HELL of a main event!

BUT.. I feel I SHOULD point out that this tour, for me, is a vessel for the completion of some “unfinished business” between me and Japan.

See, when CZW last visited, way back in March 2008, the show marked the beginning of the end of one of the first great eras in CZW history; the era of AMP XTC. Now, without going into the details, and boring everyone who either wasn’t watching then, or has been watching for long enough to not care anymore.. I’m gonna go on record here and now and say that, when I step into that ring on Monday night, I will be doing so with the sole intention of transforming El Pablo’s Japanese association from one of tragic ending.. to one of triumphant resurrection.


Suddenly, in one swift motion, EP leaps to his feet, picking up the X-Title belt and draping it over his shoulder.

EL PABLO: 21 months in the making.. El Pablo is returning to the World Heavyweight Championship bandwagon.

FAIBUSUTA.. HOKENDZUKI!


EP raises his fist dramatically into the air, before leaping out of shot. The camera lingers for a moment on the sight of the Ikuta Shrine, before fading to black for the final time.
Edited by El Pablo, Nov 8 2010, 05:56 PM.
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