SAIL Season 2
Chapter 1 –The Temple
In the year 2045…
WWE…Then…Now…Forever…
"Well," X took a deep breath to collect herself, "The day they came to the temple," shaking her head, "You knew each of them were special. Each one was special in a different way but no one can honestly say they saw them becoming what they ended up evolving into for wrestling. Well," her eyes widening, "not just wrestling but the entire world."
Renee Young nodded in agreement, "Yeah, because all those years Hulk Hogan had been the biggest crossover star in history and after him The Rock and no one truly thought that wrestling would ever produce that again especially because John Cena didn't have their level of success with it."
X relaxed, "I was in love with each of them the moment I saw them. We all were. Some saw them on NXT first but for a lot of people who had completely tuned out of WWE, Lucha Underground was where we first saw them and," she wiped tears out of her eyes, "that night at The Temple changed the world of wrestling forever."
Renee sighed, "That was a crazy time." Renee reminisced. "We were so young and we were just happy to have a contract. JR, Prince, Spade and Rell were so cavalier about it. They didn't care about contracts because they were so good it didn't matter if you signed them or not. They were getting paid regardless."
"They were definitely a game changer," X inhaled and breathed, "the industry couldn't control them -" mopping the tears in her eyes, "Can we stop for a second?"
From the behind the camera, Stephanie McMahon motioned for the camera to be shut off. "I know it's hard, X, but the world really wants to know their story…"
Choice
A - All four members of Atlantis are deceased
B - There are survivors of Atlantis
It had been an uneasy discussion but in the end, the group elected to bring Catrina.
She climbed out of the car and said, "This way." Leading them in the direction opposite of the entrance.
"It's cool." Spade nodded. "There's a secret tunnel that leads into the temple out in the desert. I've never used but a few of the guys talked about it back in the day."
Rell nervously surveyed the entrance. "Those cameras," pointing to the surveillance drones posted at the entrance.
"Don't actually work." Spade shook his head. "Dario always was a cheapskate."
"He's well protected." Catrina reminded.
JR spun around and noticed Prince was not walking with them. Instead, he stood at the entrance. His arms crossed and waiting. "What are you doing, man?"
Prince took a swig of his rum. "Creating a diversion."
"You're not really thinking about kicking down the door and charging in there?"
Prince nodded, "I am."
"That is pretty dumb." JR shook his head. "Roll with us."
"I'm not going alone." Prince checked his phone. "Oh, I guess they thought…I was a busta…," he said as the hum of engines filled the desert. Over the horizon, JR and the others spotted an honorguard of SUVs.
Spade, Rell and JR nodded to Prince before following the path of Catrina. "There's also, someone already here." Catrina stopped at a small trapdoor a football fields distance away and standing atop the trap door was a man wearing a mask.
Spade smiled at the mask and said, "Pegasus?"
The man behind the mask nodded, "We'll get them out there and-"
"No deal." She pointed to Spade, "Until I have the Gift of the Gods I can care less what you all do but he is coming with me to Dario's office."
Choice
A No deal
B Deal
Flashback…
"The irony," Catrina wryly scoffed, "All the people in the world…and you can still feel lonely?"
Spade exhaled, "Maybe I prefer to walk this path alone. Maybe going it alone is the only way I can have everything I want."
She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding onto him, "What's the point of having it all without the person you love?"
Spade exhaled, "Sometimes you just have to start again in order to fly." Walking into the desert.
Catrina shook her head, "I'll never let go of you, Spade. Never."
"This is where we part ways." Spade exhaled, "The Temple had to let go of Puma, Killshot, Angellico and now its time I moved on. Stay where you belong…in my memories."
Catrina shook her head, "I will never just be a memory."
Catrina stomped away and stripped away the crimson. The lifeblood and vigor and replaced it black. The color of life and death that way and stood alongside Mils Muertes, the man of 1000 deaths. The man that had become a placeholder for the man she was truly fated to real the Lucha world with.
Present Day…
Rell, Spade, JR, Pegasus and Catrina all looked at eachother and the convoy of vehicles around Prince.
"Ready?" Catrina asked.
Choice
A Let's do this.
B We could do more to prepare.
They carefully climbed down an old rickety ladder and entered an old tunnel filled with mice and insects. Using the lights of their smartphones, they walked through the chasm until a stone wall was in sight.
"Wait," Catrina halted the group at a fork road, "From here there are three paths. Spade and I will take this path to Dario's office. This is a passage was dug for him to escape if any old enemies ever found him."
"That makes a lot of sense." Rell noted. "You have
Suddenly, the walls around them trembled and rained dirt on their heads.
"What was that?" Pegasus grunted.
"Prince." Spade guessed.
"What the fuck?!" Vampiro gawked as the announcers and every fan in the temple rose their feet in shock as the doors were plowed down by a Range Rover.
The competitors in the ring, Paul London, Jake Strong, Son of Havoc and El Dragon Azteca were completely confused by the stunt.
Then, chaos ensued as dozens of men dressed in all-black with ski-masks and bandanas stormed the ring with baseball bats, wrenches, crowbars and chains.
Prince G-MO climbed from the top of the truck and stood in the ring, "You know why we're here, Dario!" He shouted as the small army laid siege to the temple and subdued the four role players in the middle of the ring.
Catrina gestured to the other two paths, "One leads to the shower room. The other leads to the basement of the temple."
"What's in the basement?"
"I cannot be certain." Catrina shook her head. "I've personally never been there."
Choice
A Take the shower room route
B Take the basement route
Spade leaned against the wall, "I'm ready."
Catrina downcast her eyes, "I'm not," resting her head over his heart.
Spade soothingly ran his fingers through her dark hair, "…It can never go back to the way it was, Catrina. We've both grown and changed too much since that time."
"It can." Catrina stated. "I have cheated death. I have sacrificed everything to reclaim my soul. My life. I did it all because of you. We can be together…again."
"And I left The Temple to protect you." Spade sighed, "Had I stayed you wouldn't have been safe. I knew you were strong enough to find a way and you did."
"Then let's forget about all of this." Catrina suggested. "I'll leave The Temple. Now that I have my life force back we can be together again. I'll come to WWE with you."
"Catrina-" Spade sighed
"Or wherever," Catrina interrupted, "We can go north to Canada or overseas. We can make this work."
Spade exhaled, "I can't just abandon my friends and I won't just let others die for my sins. Matanza is here and he'll kill them all if I don't something. I won't turn my back on them. All this…it ends today." Gently pushing the wall aside.
Dario nearly leapt out of his skin, surprised by Catrina and Spade's entering the office via his secret passageway.
"Dario." Catrina exhaled. "I have the bounty. Now, I want my reward."
The millionaire smiled sinisterly, "So that is why that pendejo is in my ring." Motioning to the television where Prince was in the ring with a dozen goons.
"The reward," Catrina repeated. "Give me The Gift of the Gods."
"You disfigured mi sangre." Dario reminded, "He has to wear that mask because of you and tonight our family will finally have vengeance after I kill your mayate."
Choice
A We can handle this another way, Dario.
B Bring it on, Dario.
Dario smiled. He leaned back and pressed a button under the drawer of his desk.
A deafening BOOM shook and echoed through the temple followed by a loud RAAAAWWWWWWWRRRRR that sent chills down Spade's spine.
"What was that?!" Spade turned to Dario.
Then, the lights shut out. The entire room became pitch black.
"Hehehehehehe," Dario laughed.
Spade could hear the sound of something scraping across the floor. Then, a second later, the lights were back on.
Spade and Catrina stood in the office. Alone.
"He got away." Spade snorted.
"And I didn't get the Gift of the Gods." She shook her head with disappointment.
"You had to see this coming from Dario." Spade shrugged, pressing against the way they came in. The wall wouldn't budge. "Did he-" Hurrying to the front door. The knob wouldn't twist and the door wouldn't budge. "Lock us in."
Then, the phone on the table rang.
Without hesitation, Catrina set the phone to speakerphone.
"Did you honestly think I would gamble the fate of my company in a fist-fight with you?" Dario chuckled. "No, the Cueto Family will have our vengeance Spade. You have disfigured my brother and cost our family millions of dollars. Now, we will do the same to you. Watch the television, pero." He insisted before hanging up.
Spade and Catrina stared at the flat screen and stared at a cage where the door had been opened. The steel door to the room had been torn.
"He's freed Matanza." Catrina gawked. "He's unleashing that monster on your friends." Pointing at Prince and the goons squad that were in the ring handling all the role-players of Lucha Underground.
Choice
A Let's think our way out of this room. There has to be a way out.
B Let's bust our way out. Maybe we can break a window or something.
Melissa Santos stood in awe. Watching as this tyrannically tall, gallant, almond-skinned man with gold-plated dreadlocks held the entire Temple at ransom. She turned to her colleagues, "What are you smiling about?"
Vampiro stood behind the announcer's table with arms crossed and creepy smile that resembled a pedophile at a Boy Scout camp. "…," he said nothing in response.
From the rafters, Angellico charged and diving into the ring. Swooping ontop of the crowd. He mounted one of the men and began to rain down blows.
Then, the arena gawked as he hit with a baseball bat and one-by-one the goons pounced on Angellico. Stomping him, XO Licious and all the others that had ran out to defend the honor of the temple.
Prince examined the situation. It was obvious that Dario wanted to box in the militia. In the tunnel the goon squad wouldn't have the spacing to swing their weapons. In the ring, they had more than enough room to do what they pleased. Lucha was trying to force them to the back.
Melissa glanced up. Prince stood over and asked, "Hey, lady, you got a phone?"
Melissa nervously glanced around for help but not a soul moved. A second later, Prince gently clutched her wrist, placed a hand on her hip and guided her up the steps. (Why am I going with him?) She wondered. For some reason, the answer no never entered her mind.
She stared into his chocolate brown eyes when he asked her, "Mama," Prince spoke to her softly and gently, "who is left?" Melissa surveyed ringside. She looked at all of her broken brethren holding their limbs in pain. It hadn't been a unified front to combat the invasion. Like every Bruce Lee film, they had all charged at the invaders one-by-one and been picked off.
Melissa then felt Prince's hands against her skin, digging in her jeans. Prince leaned forward and gently backed Melissa against the turnbuckle; she felt his warm breaths on her collarbone and his hands against her skin, digging in her jeans as he retrieved her i-phone.
Melissa anxiously gazed at the crowd before accepting the phone. She stared at the Lucha Underground roster on the homepage and cross-checked the talent with those outside the ring.
"Johnny Mundo, Matanza, King Cuerno, Mils Muertes, Pentagon Dark, Ivellise, Sexy Star, Marty the Moth and," she glanced up the ramp as a large man strode forward, "The Machine Cage."
Prince turned and stared at the approaching superstar, "If I were you, white boy, I'd chill in the back. This shit ain't got nothing to do with you. You aren't the one holding our people hostage in the back. We got no beef with you."
Cage paused on the ramp and motioned to the back for a microphone. "I'm not out here for the Cueto's or the temple. I'm out here because you thought for a second it was alright for you to put your grubby hands on my woman."
Prince exhaled, "You must think we're fucking playing. Go to the back, white boy, before we fuck you up too."
Melissa pleading glanced at Cage. True, he was huge. Well, massive! But he was facing down over a dozen well-sized men armed with baseball bats.
Cage threw the microphone on the ground and marched forward.
"Oh, you think I'ma busta?" Prince backed away, "Goon squad! Goon squad! I said every goon that's with me, c'mhere. Man, fuck this clown up."
Melissa lunged forward but was held back by Prince before locked into a sleeper hold. "Nighty, night, baby doll." Prince whispered, picking her up and carrying out of the ring and depositing her into the arms of Vampiro while the flock of goons pounced on and destroyed Cage. With majority of the roster depleted as well as security JR, Rell and Pegasus glanced at eachother. "Where should we go?"
Choice
A The men's locker room
B Dario's office
C The basement
JR, Pegasus and Rell crept across the tile floor, leaning against the thin steel walls and making their way through the dry shower room.
(Still dry.) JR realized. (No one's showered yet. Which means...) Stepping out of hiding and examining the vacant shower room. "They haven't started the show until just now."
The bass of the entrance music shook the temple.
"They waited for us to get here before they started the show." Rell scoffed with disbelief, "Dario really sat here the whole night and waited for us to get here?"
"Door." Pegasus barricaded the door with his body and nodded. "Now that we're in, what's the plan?"
"Find the girls and get the hell out of here." Rell stated immediately.
JR shook his head. "We don't have a clue where to even start. This place is huge. They could be anywhere."
"Well," Pegasus stretched and cracked the bones in his neck, "I guess we'll have to make someone SQUEAL and tell us."
The way Benoit's voice peaked sent chills down JR and Rell's spines. As if a sadistic lust had overtaken The Rabid Wolverine at the thought of inflicting pain on another human being.
"We snatch the next guy that walks in here and make them talk." The three agreed. All hiding in wait.
Moments later, the door opened and almost instantly the three pounced on the man. Pounding and stomping away at him.
JR glanced down at the victim. He had a small afro, chocolate-skin and wore red tights. The Mack's arms were up in a defensive position.
A sick toothless smile crossed Benoit's masked face as readied for the crossface.
Choice
A Stop attacking him.
B Make him squeal!
Spade and Catrina turned away as the beat down of Cage concluded.
Loud bangs and crash could be heard outside of the office.
"What's going on out there?" Spade wondered.
Catrina plucked a remote from the desk and changed the channel on the television. The channels alternated between all the surveillance cameras throughout the arena, "Dario was always paranoid."
Spade shook his head. "So the cameras inside The Temple work. The cameras outside are just for show."
(What's Dario planning?) Spade wondered as he searched the office. He remembered that in the darkness he had heard something scrape across the wooden floor.
Spade also remembered that Dario had leaned against the desk and did something before the room went dark but what?
Catrina changed the channel. Then, Catrina covered her mouth. Her body was frozen with fear as the TV displayed the corridor right outside the office.
Matanza! The monster stood outside the office door. Pacing the corridor, thick steel chains wrapped around his knuckles and drops of blood trickling from his hands.
(Oh no!) Spade thought. (The others?! Did he get to Rell or JR? Or maybe he tore apart one of somebody else or a camera man.)
The colossal monster leaned against the door. Making a thud hard enough that it shook the desk and paintings on the walls around Catrina and Spade.
Matanza was listening…
Catrina turned to Spade. Her asked asking, what do we do?"
Choice
A Search the desk
B Do NOT move or make a sound!
C Fight Matanza
"Get off him," Rell barked, "Leave him alone." Pulling Pegasus back.
The Mack leapt to his feet. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shouted.
"He'll wake the whole building." Pegasus hissed. "We should just take him out"
The Mack raised his fists.
"Hold up." Rell whispered. "Ain't no one taking anybody out. We got the wrong guy."
The Mack didn't drop his fists. "You're damn right you jumped the wrong guy. I don't have shit to do with Dario grabbing your girls. Half of us can't stand that fool either."
"See." Rell winked at Pegasus. "Look, all we want is get the girls and get the hell out of here. We don't want no trouble with you guys."
"I understand that but if Dario sees me helping you guys out. I might be next."
JR was perplexed. "Next for what?"
"The sacrifice to the gods." Mack answered. "Look, I'm the last black man standing in this company. I'm just trying to keep getting dem checks, ya know."
"We understand that." Rell nodded. "But how's he going to see you."
"He's got cameras everywhere except here in the men's lockers." Mack explained.
Pegasus cracked his neck. "Well that's no problem." Pulling a smartphone out of his pocket. "We're good."
"What did you do?" Mack asked as Pegasus pocketed his phone.
"Disabled the cameras. It's tough to be dead if people seeing you walking around on camera everywhere." Pegasus explained.
Mack was intrigued, "You look familiar, who are you?"
"Later for that." JR interrupted. "Take us to the girls."
"I don't know where they are but I can take you to a guy that does. We gotta go past gorilla tho."
Choice
A He's leading us into a trap
B Trust Mack.
C Hide and wait for someone else.
(Shit.) Spade and Catrina stared at the static monitor. (What the fuck happened to the cameras?)
They stood in silence and waited.
BANG! The door shook.
Catrina's lips parted and a shrill shriek escaped before Spade silenced her. His lips locked with hers.
"HuaaaaaaAAARRGH!" Matanza screamed before loudly stomping away. The faint echo of the steel chains being dragged across the concrete floor of the tunnel confirming Matanza's departure.
(Cool.) Spade thought breaking the kiss and staring at Catrina.
Catrina smiled, "I liked it better when you were rougher with me. Maybe I'll scream a bit louder."
"You'll be on your own if that monster comes back then." Spade exhaled, "We're getting out of here." His eyes scanned the desk. "Get your phone ready. Dario pushed a button or something and that kicked everything off. We need to see what happens when they lights go out."
Catrina sat atop the desk, "Okay." Digging in her purse and retrieving her I Phone.
Spade curtly sighed, "I need to search the desk, Catrina."
"Yeah," She smiled, "You really do."
"You have your needs, Spade." Catrina smiled, "But what about my needs," seductively staring at him, "I've been here lonely, bored and patiently waiting for a long time."
"I've got my guys out there waiting for me." Spade reasoned.
"So," licking her lips, "let's make em wait," she whispered seductively.
Choice
A Bust them cheeks!
B Move Catrina and search the desk.
Hunter hung up the phone. "Those four-uhhh," he sighed to his half-awake wife, "they remind me-uhhh a lot of what it was like when I took over DX-uhhh."
Stephanie yawned, "What did they do now?"
"Some bitch-uhhh from Lucha Underground showed up-uhhh. Now they're off playing hero-uhhh to rescue a few of the girls from The Temple-uhhh."
Stephanie's eyes were wide as marbles. "Are you sending help? Call the veterans! Kane! Mark! Big Show!" She snapped.
"Did your dad-uhhh send backup-uhhh when we invaded WCW Nitro-uhhh?"
Stephanie sighed, "Who did Dario take?"
"Panicking the entire roster-uhhh and going public will give Lucha-uhhh publicity. If they handle it quietly-uhhh, by the time the fans try to pour gasoline-uhhh the fire's already out."
Stephanie shook her head. "You're just living vicariously through them."
"Maybe-uhhh, I am-uhhh, Steph." Hunter sighed, "They can handle it-uhhh."
The roar of the monster shook the temple.
Pegasus, JR, Rell and The Mack stood in the tunnel frozen until The Mack said, "Aww shit! Matanza's been let loose and he's headed this way. We gotta go!"
"Hold up! A human being made that noise?!" Rell gawked.
"That ain't no man, bro." Mack shook his head. "Matanza's a monster."
The group searched the area. Behind them, at gorilla position, a wily old man with long feral gray hair and a thick beard stood alone.
The shower room they'd just left from was to their left. In front of them was door that led to an unknown part of The Temple.
Choice
A Run past the old man through Gorilla Position to the ring.
B Go to the Unknown Area
C Hide in the shower room
Melissa felt lightheaded when she opened her eyes later.
"You okay?" Matt Striker asked, blocking her view of the unconscious Cage.
She could hear music. "What's going on?" Melissa noticed the fans in the crowd holding up their smartphones and recording.
Striker explained, "Prince got bored waiting so he went in the crowd and painted his face," pointing at the zebra-striped Prince, "then this."
Prince was lying in the ring like a centerfold model while a woman stripped in it.
"Is he really getting female fans to give him lapdances in the ring?" Melissa gawked.
Strike could see the fury in his partner, "Why don't you get in there, Vampiro?"
Vampiro shook his head, "I'm old but I'm not dumb." Counting all the bat-wielding goons that formed a blockade of fresh between Prince and the rest of the world.
Melissa whispered to Striker and Vampiro, "Is this a work?"
Striker shook his head, "no one told me."
"It's disrespectful. Him to be doing that and making Lucha look bad." Vampiro added
"ENOUGH OF THIS!" A hoarse voice boomed through the speakers. The one-eyed old man emerged from the back. "BELIEVER'S WE SHALL WELCOME CLUBATLANTIS,"Antonio Cueto growled, "TO OUR TEMPLE BY HAVING A SACRIFICE TO THE GODS MATCH!"The arena darkened as Matanza strode to the ring.
Catrina lied on the desk with her legs wide and her vocal chords composing soft moans as Spade's tongue traced kanji between her thighs.
"She adores," A voice interrupted.
Spade and Catrina both nearly leapt out of their skin. "Your tongue," Aerostar stood in the corner of the room. "I wish I was her."
Choice
A What do you mean you wish you her? What the fuck, man?!
B You nearly blinded me! Now you cockblocking me! I'ma beat yo ass!
C How did you get in here?