Lukas Gold #3 (vs. El Grande Malo)

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"Aww yeah," Lukas gloats as he waltzes into view. Once again he’s standing in front of that magnolia wall, except this time he’s wearing a plain white vest, and some shades. Whilst indoors. “Make that two-and-oh, baby! Just call me ‘Undefeated’ Lukas Gold, ‘cause that’s exactly what I am!”

He shimmies his shoulders, removing his sunglasses almost immediately afterwards as he quirks an eyebrow up. Lukas grins widely as he looks at the camera, “I won’t boast too much, though, because you know who can probably hear me and I don’t wanna make her angry or nothing. You won’t believe the imagination on that girl, and you don’t wanna know the kinda things she thinks of when she wants to punish you.

“But, Malo, amigo!” Lukas exclaims boisterously, “Lemme tell you a li’l story. Not so long ago, in a company not so far away, there were two young wrestlers - we’ll call them Lukas and Layla. And they wanted nothing more than to be the best tag team - maybe not in the world, maybe not in the country - but in that company. Because they were the best tag team in their last company, and the one before that, and the one before that. And dammit, Malo, they wanted history to repeat itself.”

“They wanted that rise to the top, like the cream of the crop. But two people stood in their way!” Lukas holds up two fingers for emphasis. “‘Cause when this team debuted, they beat some put together pairing that had the chemistry of Jenny Lopez and Ben Affleck in Gigli - that’s none, spare yourself if you ain’t ever seen the movie.” He shudders. “But these other two, they were a team. They had some success - not too much, no titles or nothing like that. Not exactly like a Brute Camp or a Baroness & Hightower, but they were a solid third in that pecking order.”

“And these two wanted to be recognized as the best tag team in this company as well. So the Mayor of Hollywood, in all his infinite wisdom made some singles match. Take us all out our elements; and in that first week they went one win each. And now, week two is here and now me and you have gotta do battle, amigo. The man who beat Pedro Gonzales versus the man who beat Layla Star, in a battle for supremacy. For bragging rights. To be one step closer to being named the greatest tag team in all 3GW!”

Lukas throws his arms up again, staying posed in a grandiose manner for a couple of seconds before laughing to himself. He lowers his arms, scratching his beard as he talks again. “Until we settle it in a tag contest, anyway.”

“But for now, Malo, amigo, we gotta do this dance. And I know what you’re thinking; you’re afraid of stepping in that ring with the ‘Undefeated’ Lukas Gold--” an audible sigh is heard from the other room as Lukas looks to his side with wide-eyed panic, “--ahem. With ‘Glorious’ Lukas Gold! And you should be, amigo. And it’s not ‘cause two weeks ago I beat your tag partner, it’s not ‘cause people think you’re the weak list in the Bueno Club, no! It’s ‘cause of the cliché that you ain’t ever been in the ring with somebody like me!”

“Not in 3GW, LDFC, that place we’re apparently not allowed to mention--” Lukas shrugs, “--or you’re too ashamed for people to know where you wrestle. Whatever, amigo! Each to their own!”

“And not even Pedro can tell you what to expect on Friday night, ‘cause there’s no realistic expectation that you’re getting the same ‘Glorious’ Lukas Gold he got - you get used to one style, yo and I might switch! And you’ve gotta be afraid of the unknown. Like most fans are afraid of what’ll come outta your mouth whenever you talk, Malo.”

“Like when you tell my girlfriend that you’re not worried about offending her…” Lukas shakes his head, “...gotta tell you, amigo, that stuck in my craw. And this week, there’s something I ain’t worried about. And that’s kicking your ass. That’s beating you to a pulp, amigo. And I ain’t even gonna be sorry when I knock your ass out. But when I’m three-and-oh here. When The Gold Star Connection prove we’re better than the Bueno Club. Know - know - you brought about your own downfall, pendejo!”