In Cancun, Mexico where the MLLC big event is happening wrestling Nightfall and his valet Honeydew are called in by their boss. "Nightfall, Honeydew. Glad you came in quickly." Dressed in a business suit a medium size woman in heels waited for the two take a seat before taking it. "It is about your match with Trojan Tiger. We have to cancel it, instead we are going a battle four way for the championship title and you're not going to be in it." Being outraged, the slim black luchadore slide everything on the floor with hands with his blonde, white busty, long nailed valet not approving of this while smacking her gum obnoxiously.

"You're fucking kidding, right?" Slamming his hands on the table, Nightfall continue expressing his outrage, "this was my time. My moment! Mine!" Getting up, the boss held up a piece of paper of which is from the doctor's office and placed in front off the masked wrestler face's. Honeydew looked at the paperwork closely seeing it was legit.

"I am not. And these drug tests don't lie Nightfall. Effected immediately you are suspended, once again. One more and you're fired!" Being as pissed the boss pointed him out the door. The blonde popped a large bubblegum on the boss' face, "you too bitch!" While walking away, the busty valet, swaying her ass, smacking it on her out, and wrapped her arm around Nightfall's arm with the wrestler slamming the door shut.

Taking a heavy sigh, the boss called in for Trojan Tiger to enter the room on her cellphone. The pro who this year just is in his 25th year whom is retiring after this year. Russell's favorite masked wrestler since five years old. Entering the room, a little older, heavier, multiple surgeries, the highflier is going to hang up the tights. "You wanted to speak to me, boss?" Speaking in a heavy Spaniard accent, the fully dressed up luchadore notice how upset she is while picking some gum off her. "Mm, minty."

"Tiger, it is about your match with Nightfall; it's cancel," Being flabbergasted, the veteran is a bit disappointed, "He was is suspended on using drugs, again. Don't worry, I will have a four way battle for the title so you and winner will main event for the same night. Sorry this was such short notice." Rubbing his chin through the mask.

"Thank you boss, I will go back to training." Exiting the door Trojan Tiger finds it odd there is mess that still has to be clean up, and Nightfall being suspended again in a four month period one more and he will be fired. Luckily for the poster of the company has been clean for over two decades as headed off to the gym to train.

"Can you believe the nerve of the boss suspended me too, Nightfall? I didn't do no nothing to get suspended." Flipping her long blonde hair to the side whacking the black mask man of which his design consist of a red M sharp edge shape on the outline. Grumbling in outrage, the heel took out his cellphone in the parking lot to make an urgent phone call ignoring his real life girlfriend.

"It's me. We can start the operation." Giving the signal, both sides hung up the immediately, "let's go Honeydew, we can start our lives over. We don't need to do wrestling anymore." Getting inside their red convertible the two made their get away.

"So Mr. Russell, have you always known Bruce Wayne?" Inside the Nocturnal Neptune with music blaring loudly, the hotel heir missed the question with Chimichanga having his paws over his ears due to the loud noise. Cherry lowered the music and asked the question again. This time it has caught his attention.

"I have a feeling that I might." With the window down, their hair blowing, the sunglasses duo enjoying the breeze that is coming from the air. Chimichanga finally can stick his head out the window, "yet, I can't say for sure Khris. But when I seen him as Bruce, those sad eyes; it is like looking at a reflection." Leaning back while driving Russell tries to remember to making the driver dead silence.

Cherry noticed on what she has done and made light of it by changing the subject quickly, "So Trojan Tiger has he always been your favorite wrestler?" Laughing nervously while rubbing her tattoo arm nervously feeling so stupid and ashamed by the question. Pulling his sunglasses over his Russell pulled over in anger matter. The bulldog quickly put his head in the car. With legs shaking, the transgender held on to her knees closely.

"I sense something cold," Shifting his eyes to the side with a scowl on his face, "when we arrive in Mexico we better do some investigation quickly." Knowing there was not a single song mention this is a serious matter. "You don't have a problem pretending to be a couple do you?"

Cherry is whiplashed by the question, opening her neon blue eyes as far she could, "No! No, not at all it will be an honor." With a glow on her face, Khris wiggled her flip flop feet up and down, but quickly was interrupted from a call, coming in from which would be by the air contention. Russell issued voice command to accept the incoming face time.

"Hiiiii guys, looking great" waving cheer free, Papillion quickly got to the chase due to the bad news she has to report, "First off, Trojan Tiger match with Nightfall has been cancel! The good news, there will be a four way match for a new contender." Plucking his lips and moving it to the side Russell, "more bad news too! There are pirates smuggling drugs at the border!"

"That, that is the feeling I must of sensed." Putting the sunglasses back on starting the car back on, with a grin, "Peyote, back at home there's nothing to do at the moment, and there's something to do!" Grinning with having the excitement back in his system, "thanks for the heads up, Papillion and tell Dante we've said our hello."

"Well that's the thing, guys. Dante has been killing time for you guys brushing away all these shorties at the hotel. It has been crazy here! But don't worry we have it taken care for you and Cherry." Smiling as she waved her goodbye the face time ended and Russell held on to Cherry's hand, kissing her cheek softly diving off quickly with Mexico on the horizon sight.

"Mr. Russell?" Turning around to look at her idol, "you have special gift, you know that, right? I don't just mean you being Whisper; but by your words, uniting people." Tilting up his sunglasses, the thin bearded man looked at his new friend and smile slightly.

"You know Khris, that's funny," Looking in awe, the young college student raise an eyebrow, "my father told me the same thing to me when I little." Pointing the border patrollers on guard the trio is ready for their adventure to begin.

But who is in charge of the drug trafficking; B.N. Goodnight? Find out once the trio cross the border!