[b]Southwest Wrestling: New Year Bash
El Paso County Coliseum
12/31/1989[/b]

The air in the stadium was electric. The crowd was going crazy for the main event that was happening. Eddie Hernández was facing Terio Balboa and El Tigre in a triple-threat match. This match was for the SW World Heavyweight Champion belt. The match had been going on for about twelve minutes, and it seemed it would not end anytime soon. Eddie was easily flying through the air and slamming himself into his opponents. During the match, he performed in many high-flying spots. Terio dominated at one point in the match with his chest slaps and big boots. El Tigre meanwhile was at one time almost one the match with a leg lock.  Paul was waiting in the back watching the match.  Being satisfied so far by how the match was going. He just hoped that the finish would be good and get El Tigre over. The plan was for El Tigre to hold the Heavyweight belt even though he was at best a cruiserweight. 

This would lead to a feud between him and Eddie which would he assumed make him the big bucks. The two had been trained together by Eddie’s father Richardo Hernández. The two were very close in real life. However, in the ring they were rivals always trying to undermine and get one over the other. Paul was behind one of the operators both of them watching the match through a monitor. The tall chubby man was nervously biting his nails or taking big gulps from the can of Sprite in his hand.  El Tigre hit the finish which was a muscle buster. The crowd went wild as El Tigre pinned Eddie. Paul cheered loudly spilling some of his drink onto the operator seated in front of him. Apologizing and approaching El Tigre as he made his way to the back. 

“That was amazing Al. God damn, I was on the edge of my seat.” Paul was slapping the back of the short wrestler.  El Tigre smiled and nodded his head.  The man looked utterly exhausted because of the match. 

“Thanks. I think we can milk my feud with Eddie. Maybe we could do a match with no rules, I got an idea for the match.” Paul had not heard of a match with no rules. 

“Do you mean a match with no pinfall or ref?” He asked while the two walked back to the locker room. 

“Something like that Paulie, maybe we should have a meeting so we can properly plan out the match.”  Their conversation was interrupted by an employee walking up to Paul. 

“Sorry to bother you Mr.Cornette but there is someone on the phone wanting to talk to you.” The employee seemed to be at first dismissed by Paul. But when he knew who was calling him made him regretfully take the call. 

“We’ll have that meeting hopefully sometime this week. Have a good week Alejandro.”  Paul patted El Tigre on the shoulder before heading towards a local pay phone. 

“Hello.” He said curtly while holding the receiver near his ear. Feeling his heart drop when he heard the voice on the other end. 

“Hi Paulie it’s Vince. I just finished watching your PPV. It was amazing, especially that final match.  I was just wondering if you had time to talk.” The voice was overly chipper which made Paul sweat a little. 

“I got time, but not a lot of time I’m really busy.” Paul said lying since he didn’t want to have this conversation.  “What did you wanna talk about?” Paul was fiddling with the cord of the payphone. 

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about doing a crossover event with both of our promotions?” Vince said with what Paul imagined was a sly grin. 

“Maybe we could although we’d have to discuss how we’d even do that. Are you free in two weeks? That’s when everyone is back from our vacation.” Paul could hear Vince writing something down on a piece of paper. 

“Sure that works for me, you wanna meet over dinner? I know a good chicken restaurant in Dallas..” Vince seemed to be finishing writing something. 

“Anything else you wanna talk about?” He asked hoping that would be it. “You can contact me later so we can iron out the details.” Paul coughed loudly hoping that the conversation would be over. 

“Okay, let’s talk when you come back. Give me your address so I can come over to your place.” Vince wrote down Paul’s address who was unsure if he should have given it to him. Paul put down the phone to which the employee that summoned him was standing a few feet away. 

“What did McMahon want?” Asking to which Paul turned to face him. His face looked like he had seen a ghost.

“He just wanted a meeting. But I got a bad feeling his real intention is to try and buy out the territory.”  Paul hoped that was not going to be the cause. But he had a gut feeling was going to try and encroach on his territory. Luckily for him, he had a meeting with Dusty Brisco in a few days. Perhaps he could give Paul some good advice.