After a breeze of a match with the strange, greased up parody of a Luchador known as Joey Ryan, the man known as Pentagón Black signals to the always rowdy crowd of believers in the backstreet warehouse of the LA suburb Boyle Heights widely known as "The Temple", echoes of loud screams of "Cero Miedo!" rumbling the bleachers and making the owner and producer of Lucha Underground hold his throbbing head within his office and curse the name of the pitch black fighter. It was no matter to Pentagón though as he set up for his now infamous "sacrifice", wrapping Joey's right arm backwards around his ankle, grabbing the his left and looking to the sea of people with an emotionless expression as they clamored for the latest victim of their beloved antihero to be delivered before their eyes, the dirty police officer's arm seemingly destined to be etched in the list that reads like a copy of War and Peace at this point.
But suddenly, something seemed to shift in the Luchador's face, stoic determination replaced with a sadistic smile that even Pentagón's demented former mentor Vampiro shrieked at on Lucha Underground commentary due to the chill it sent down his spine. Pentagón then released his de facto foe, his opponent whining and pleading pathetically on the ground, a stain in the middle of his lime green trunks as called to attention by Play-by-Play man Matt Striker, The crowd nearing a stunned silence at the show of mercy, the believers wondering what had gotten into the fan favorite, some questioning if he just took pity on a man sad enough to turn his cock into a gimmick.
...
Unfortunately for Joey Ryan the horrible truth would quickly be revealed as the crowd came alive in a roar of approval, Penta calmly lifted the chunky wrestler up as the moustached man nearly cried as he screamed out "No! Please no! No no no!". The only no that Penta showed though was no fear, as again the fans chanted along to his 0M hand signal, leading to Pentagón twisting his victim's arm behind his own back, the masked man's other tattooed arm wrapping around the poor soul's throat before quickly twisting him to the ground and wrapping his legs around the chunky abdomen, the anticipation mounting among the faithful before...
b*Pop*/b
The eyes of the undercover officer rolled back. Time seemed to be suspended for all but one man present. That man again showing literally no care at the corpse in his arms, tossing him aside like trash and getting up to finish the mission at hand. He calmly took a microphone from a clearly shaken cameraman, shooting him a look before returning to the Aztec symbol in the middle of the canvas that said to the man "Hurry up before you're next." then he turned to the camera to finally speak with a look in his eyes that even a sociopath would envy in its lack of feeling, coupled with a voice that sounds like he ate an actual bowl of nails for breakfast...without any milk.
This was Pentagón Dark.
"Lo ves?...Joey Ryan...Esta muerto. (You see? Joey Ryan...he's dead.)
And this is a new day as I have found a new master! A new master who is not weak! A new master who doesn't hold me back. No no no. Someone who has finally showed me something I never felt before. Something awakened in my heart. And now I am on a new path..."
The Temple stays completely still, captivated completely by the masked man's every word, with proper respect given to arguably the biggest star in Lucha Underground.
"BLACK LOTUS!"
The crowd immediately boos the name of the leader of the Triad who brought her cronies to break both of his arms not that long ago.
"My master...you don't know what you've done, Black Lotus. Because let me tell you something...perra. I haven't forgiven what you and your pack of wolves did to me. Do you know the saying fight fire with fire? My master has unlocked the fire. The fire that will burn you and everyone you hold dear to a crisp. Do you hear me? Este triste corazón esta en punto de convertírse en llamas! And when I finally get my hands on you, you will know...you will all know. For you, there is no tomorrow. I will make you suffer. I will make you wish you ended up like Joey Ryan. And the best part is...with my new master, nobody in Earth or in Hell can stop me.
...
Because I'm Pentagón Dark! And I am-"
"CERO! MIEDO!"
The crowd finishes off the badass's promo for him as usual while his theme music kicks in as the commentary team laments the lack of medical attention for Joey Ryan while Pentagón poses in the ring, Striker asking Vampiro what he thought about Penta's new mentor.
"I don't know, brother. We all know I have been through some sick, sadistic, satanic stuff, but this? This is way too crazy and WAY too far for me, man. Pentagón Dark has lost his way. He's impure, Matt. He forgot what I taught him! He forgot his heart. This new side of him, this new master? Brother...all I can say is I'm glad I'm not in the Black Lotus Triad because this is crazy, man! Pentagón Dark is not gonna stop until he destroys each and every person in his way!"
Meanwhile, in a shrine room Black Lotus, the Triad leader was in front of a dragon-esque statue sitting cross-legged and deep in thought. Her mind filled with visions of both skeletons and clowns, followed by a vision of the number 4, her eyes popping open and a gasp escaping her lips.
"Alright...this is bad. It's time...for the end."
Refocusing her efforts while staring directly into the dragon's eyes, an urgent telepathic message was sent to her 3 closest generals, along with a prayer, Lotus seeking guidance from the Azure Dragon for a way to overcome the combined forces of the greatest foes the Triad has ever faced.
I"Hitokiri, Yurei, Doku! Come, my servants. I need you one last time. The Black Lotus Triad will need ALL of our power to fight the infinite darkness. The neverending abyss. You are needed."/I
Elsewhere, in a dark room with a bright light illuminating the center, a golden throne adorned with red streaks and blotches of questionable orgin glows under the light in contrast to the shadows flowing all around the brilliant throne, holding a woman of clearly Asian descent, her piercing eyes spotting her loyal disciple despite his attire being completely blackened and blue plumes of smoke slowly rising from her smirking lips as well as the cigar she held between her fingers. The air turned cold as the killer known as Pentagón Dark walked before the throne, his stonefaced expression showing no signs of remorse for his prior actions as he bows in submission to the figure seated wistfully with one leg crossed over the other, her piercing eyes commanding his gaze, her red hair impeccably surrounding her face, a black line of ink jetting from under one eye to the other, pink gloss demurely covering her lips, the multi-colored attire causing an almost disturbing contrast to the night shade of her surroundings, as she confidently lifts her free hand and snaps, Pentagón immediately getting on his knees & bowing his head, almost as if it wasn't of his own volition. But it was of his own volition. He felt no shame submitting to his new master. Her ideals blending beautifully with his own, some of which he had never known before and only she could have pulled out of him from what was left of his shattered and previously misguided heart. He stared at her feet intently, letting his Mistress toy with her thoughts in her own time, as the woman was already in a lust filled haze at the thoughts of her plans for the poor souls she sensed would stand in her way.
"Anata wa watashi oh yorokona, Pentagón! (You have pleased me, Pentagón)"
"Arigato, Kogo. (Thank you, Empress)"
Japanese wasn't his first language, but it was all he was allowed to speak in front of his Empress. Asuka emphasizing the superiority of her native tongue despite her prefunctory knowledge of both English & Spanish.
"It seems you've caught the Black Lotus Triad's attention. Good job, I like the attention. They'll be coming back for you, you know. Coming back to destroy you and the essence within you for good."
"Yes, my Empress. I say let them try!"
"Indeed! It is exactly the reaction I was hoping for. That foolish woman sending her personal servants to do her job for her. But little does Black Lotus know...her servants are my slaves." Penta peeked up from his kneeling position to steal a glance at his demented Mistress, who was turning away from him & yet he could sense that she wore an increasingly diabolical smile as she took another puff from her cigar.
"Head down, Pentagón."
He quickly returned his eyes to his Mistress's boots as she paced around in a calm manner, seeming casual and normal to the untrained eye.
But not Pentagón.
The tattooed shinobi could sense the inner madness flowing through Asuka that was more extreme than anyone he'd ever met in his life. It excited him in ways that would disgust others, but even the thought of that caused what most humans would call joy to flow through him. Only someone with sadistic tendencies of the highest order could understand him. The fact that there was someone who loved every facet of pain, fear, & destruction, as well as was so capable of inflicting it upon others mesmerized him. Finally after years of training, trial and error, and so much suffering...to himself and others. He was complete.
"So. Here's what will happen. In one week you will go to the ring and demand the Black Lotas Triad enter the Temple to face you. They will have arrived by then. I will make the lights go out. When they go out you grab either Yurei, Doku, or Black Lotus and return them to me at once. DO NOT TOUCH HITOKIRI. If you do it will be your gravest mistake...and the penalty will be taken out on you. Understand?"
"Hai, Empress!"
"One more thing. Pentagón, do you know more than anything else what is expected of you next week?"
"Hai, Empress."
Asuka sits back on her throne and lifts Pentagón's face up with her boot to where their eyes are connected as much as their blackened souls. Penta's eyes alert and showing considerable focus, in contrast to his Master's, who seemed very peaceful as she stared into his eyes while she finished off her smoldering cigar.
"Tell me."
Pentagón knew the answer expected of him, that part was easy. It was harder to get the words to come out while staring into the eyes of a demonic woman who coul kill ten people at the drop of a hat.
"...Cero...Miedo."