Lukas Gold #1 (vs. Maritza Diaz & Rab McKinley)

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“So this is it,” he exclaims in excitement, stepping in front of the camera for the first time. Lukas is dressed in a plain white tee with the letters ‘G.S.C’ written across the chest as he’s standing in front of a wrestling ring – presumably a training ring. His patchy brown beard looks similar to the last time we saw him, as does his ruffled hair. “Me and my girlfriend getta make out 3GW debut in a coupla days, and we can’t wait!”

“We’re like kids on Christmas eve,” He says without a hint of irony, knowing neither he nor Layla had a traditional upbringing, “Just waiting for the crack of dawn, that first slither of sunlight so we can getta our presents under the tree. And we’ve been through it with Amanda Johnson and all that, but it bears repeating. Me and Layla, we’re gonna aim for those tag titles that 3GW has!” He slams a fist against his palm for emphasis.

“And we watched last time as The Bueno Club both got wins over their opponents, no matter how it happened. And that’s all well and good, you know. But they’re not our opponents this week!” Lukas holds the back of his head as he emits an excited yelp, “Nah, see we gotta face two others this week. So Maritza, Rab, lets get down to it.”

“‘Cause I know you two ain’t exactly a regular tag team! You ain’t even close to being a tag team – what with you never having teamed together…” He looks confused for a second before simply shrugging, “…but you’ve been the ring together. Here, last week, and in LDFC before then. You know how each other works and when it comes to opponents, that’s the least we can ask for now, ain’t it?”

“And you’ve got all the similarities too, you know. You’re both muscular as fuck! Like, your muscles’ve got muscles ain’t they? I see those pictures Maritza posts on Twitter – sidebar! Me and Layla ain’t on Twitter but we’ve been stalking a coupla accounts of people. Tryna keep up with everything,” Lukas shrugs again, “But I’ve seen the pics you’ve been posting Diaz, and you’re, like, physically imposing. Thighs as thick as molasses in December. Probably could snap me like a twig. Same with Rab over there. If you catch me you’re gonna toss me ‘round the ring like a rag doll – if you catch me! ’Cause just like molasses in December, neither of ya are that quick are you?”

“‘And I thought of another similarity you’ve both got, besides your physiques, and your lack of speed. And that’s your losing streaks! Your records are like Tim Tebow stepping up to the plate; start hot then suck like nothing has ever sucked before!”

“That’s a baseball joke, Rab.” Lukas says as he positions his hands as if he was holding a bat. “Ah, you probably know who Tebow is…”

“‘Cause I was watching last week when you two choked at the end of your match. When you had that match won before AJ Wolfe stole it out from under you. And right now what I need from you two is a promise that aint gonna happen this week. ’Cause me and Layla we’ve been doing this for a few years now. We’ve been together in the ring and out, working on our teamwork, getting in sync with each other. She’s the girl I wanna spend the rest of my life with, again in and outside of the ring. And in a coupla days time we’re gonna show the 3GW fans what we bring with us to California. We’re gonna show you what these two kids from West Virginia can do.”

“So if you wanna squash us like bugs under his big ass fists, you’re gonna have to catch us.”

“If Maritza wants to crush us between her thunder thighs, that ain’t a fate I want so I’m gonna try and avoid that one.”

“And more than anything, I hope the Bueno Club are watching. I hope any other tag teams ware watching, ‘cause the Gold Star Connection has arrived here in 3GW, and it’s gonna be glorious!” He says with a grand hand gesture before the scene ends.