Wow. So… this is my first fanfic. I tried to give it a little bit of everything. Romance, evil. You name it! I hope you all like it!

And I would like to dedicate this fic to Mamo-chan! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMO-CHAN! Can you guys believe that this year, he turned 31! SO OLD! Anyway, on to the fic :-D

LOVE! ME

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Lucha Libre just wasn't what it used to be, anymore. The Luchadores were Mexican icons of truth, freedom, and justice. They were the great masked heroes that fought to right wrongs and triumph over the Mexican evil! And… for 20 pesos a head, they might just right said wrongs in a wrestling ring for pure fun and profit. Sure, it was Luchadores that were responsible for the eventual defeat of El Diablo Robotico back in the late 50's, but no one said that they also couldn't throw chairs at each other for public entertainment.

Rosa Negra missed those days. She was the latest in a long string of Luchadores – her family had been in the business of it for generations, and she followed in her father's footsteps eagerly. (It was hard not to, his feet were HUGE.) So it was that at the plucky age of 18, she left home to join an all female luchadore ring or troup or flock or whatever the official word for a group of luchadores was.

And for the first few yers, she loved it. They fought evil. They had wrestling matches. The leader of their group was a strong woman named La Cocina and all of the other girls would follow her to the ends of the earth. But recently, the fighting of evil had dried up as EVIL had apparently decided to fix its obsession on the city of Tokyo. And with only themselves to beat up upon, the girls trained and practiced until they knew each others bodies better than they knew their own. Rosa and La Cocina had grown especially close. Still, nothing was as emotionally satisfying as some good old-fashioned evil slaying. Pleasing others had always been a higher calling than pleasing themselves. They were in the entertainment industry, after all.

And so it was that one day after a match as Rosa Negra and the rest of her pride were hanging out in front of the TV. Rosa, specifically, was painting her toenails a wonderful shade of acid black using a surgical scalpel she had left over from a childhood dissection set instead of a brush (as someone, whom shall remained nameless, had stolen the cap off of her polish and this was the only thing that she could get to fit inside the tube) when La Cocina raced in.

"Girls! I have discovered evil to fight!"

Rosa was so shocked that she accidentally cut her toe off. She quickly looked for something to bandage her fut and a plastic, ice-filled bag for her toe. What she found was a white bandana and they were apparently out of ice. Oh well. It's not like she needed a pinky toe, anyway. The bleeding could wait, what with the promise of evil and all.

" Something sinister has been randomly uncovered at El Templo Mayor de Tenochtitlan! To the Wrestling Wagon! AWAY!"

Rosa tried not to bleed on the carpet.

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The the school of luchadores arrived quietly at the great temple which was giving off an oddly sinister glow. The place was completely empty, which Rosa found rather odd and unsettling when one considered that the temple was in the middle of Mexico City and that there was a museum just across the ways.

Strong Fad, a flashy female luchadore dressed in pinks and purples who was apparently the twin sister to the ruler of a small nation known as Strong Badia whom she did not like to talk about at all on account of how he was "Mean and Stupid" was the first to break the silence.

"Wow, does anyone else think it's odd that we're the only ones who noticed all these flashy green lights considering the Musmeum?"

Rosa secretly suspected that it was Strong Fad who was the true shame of her family and not any of her brothers.

La Cocina gave the source of the light a long, appraising glance. "Well, guess we should check it out. I'll go in first. If I come out, it's safe to enter. If I'm not out in 10 minutes, well, I'm dead."

Rosa and the rest of the girls were shocked to hear their leader speak this way. Truly, the threat must be bad if La Cocina was talking like this. "No!" she yelled out. "We'll all go in togheter! We're a team!"

"No, Rosa. I can't risk it. If we were to all walk in there, it would be like walking into a trap. And you all need to fight the evil if I cannot."

"But remember what you always said? Together always? Besides, I would not be able to go on if anything were to happen to you."

"Be strong, my Black Rose. For you have the heart of a true warrior. I promise that I will return to you in one piece."

And with that, La Cocina entered into the lion's den. The pod of luchadores waited outside, for any sign of their leader. 15 minutes later, they were getting restless. Perhaps something bad had happened to La Cocina? They didn't want to think of it and yet they were.

The litter of luchadores was about to enter the ruins for themselves when it suddenly stopped glowing. Confused, no one knew what to do. Until La Cocina herself came stalking silently out of the slag.

Everyone was so relieved that their leader was alright! Still, Rosa couldn't help but notice that something seemed a little off about their leader. She was smiling and her eyes were blank. It was almost as though La Cocina had lost her very soul and something else had moved in.

"Well," La Cocina breathed. "False alarm. Sorry guys. Nothing there. But I've got a better idea. We're going to Japan, chicas."

Now Rosa knew that something was VERY not right. Japan was FINE on its own, their Sailor Scouts seemed to be doing just fine. Even if they were maskless, luchadore rip-offs as far as Rosa was concerned. Spewing magic like cowards instead of using the sheer physical force of their perfectly well-toned bodies. And Rosa knew that this was a sentiment that La Cocina shared.

"Why? You've never shown any interest before." Rosa was panicking. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Let's just say that I've suddenly been given very STRONG motiviation." And with that La Cocina grabbed Rosa as hard as she could and kissed her harder than she had ever kissed her before. And somewhere, as Rosa was experiencing the true pleasure of this feeling that she could never grow sick of, she felt something that seemed to leave her as a few moments later different settled in. There was mayhem to be wreaked.

And suddenly, wreaking said mayhem in Japan didn't seem like such a bad idea.

La Cocina and Rosa broke apart and Rosa the two fo them stared hungrily at the rest of their swarm. The toher girls would soon come to realize this, too. And, as Rosa stuck her tongue down la garganta de La Laguna Azula, she hoped the other girls would come to accept their master as well as she had. Her master would be pleased. Oh yes. Soon, the time would come.