[h3]March 31, 5:00 PM, Mexico City[/h3]

Mexico City is a fascinating place; a metropolis with roots entrenched in tradition, honor, and more importantly [i]violence[/i]. Even though the jewel of the Aztec Empire, Tenochtitlan, was captured by the Spanish and reforged in blood to become Mexico City, the violence never left this place. Such displays of carnage are still present to this very day, from the undisciplined ruffians to more eloquent examples of brutality by the Cartels and of course the traditional and methodical art of lucha libre, Mexico City is a place soaked in blood. 

Perhaps this is why the masked man known as Bane keeps a, certain, presence here. 

Here the scene is set upon a renovated bingo hall. The old folk who used to own it, a Mister Juan Perez, found that he could no longer afford his bingo hall because clients seemed to be dragged away by other interests. Fortunately for the building it was bought out by Javier Gonzalez, a former road agent for a larger lucha libre wrestling organization, he currently operated this building as a 'feeder system' for a larger wrestling organization. It was his task to get these talent to train so they could be ready to move up to the main organization. So Javier renovated the place, gave it some locker rooms, put in a ring and some bleachers. 

This was why Bane was here. Certainly yes, he could've tried to go directly to the main organization, however that would've been trickier and he was here to test his technique. In that case there was no better place to be than at a proper training ground. So there he was, hunched over a rusting locker staring intently at the dufflebag that [i]tempted[/i] him so. His muscles twitched, and writhed. Bane clenched his hands together and dug his fingernails deep into his palms. 

Rocking back and forth, Bane knew what he had to do. He grabbed the dufflebag and, lifted it up to grab a legalpad and a pen. He slammed the locker shut and promptly locked it. Tromping to a nearby bench he began to write on the pad, while hovering over it.

[color=662d91]'Veneno
Tu beso hayas adornado
mi cuello.

Apasionado
Son mi los sentimientos para tu-'[/color]

However after this, there was an interruption as other luchadors were beginning to enter the locker-room. Bane took the notepad and once again opened the locker and returned the notepad back. Bane began to stretch his arms and legs, as he was about to face off against an opponent relatively shortly...

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[h3]7:00 - Wrestling Ring[/h3]

Some people had started to file in for a show, after all how could a feeder system properly test those who are in it without having them do battle against each other in front of a crowd. 

Bane and his opponent already did their entrances. Tonight Bane was being put in against a technico known as "Rockstar". He was surprisingly taller than Bane, standing in at six feet and he had an alright amount of muscle on him, albeit not as much as Bane had on him. He was dressed in a pair of pink and black trunks with a large broken heart featured prominently on the keister, and on his mask. He was on the left side eagerly bouncing around and gyrating his hips. 

Before the bell was ringing, Rockstar was on the second ropes mugging to the crowd. The crowd seemed to be into the performance. On the other side of the ring Bane was simply standing there watching from behind the mask. For now he allowed the Rockstar to have his fun and amuse the crowd, he would have his moment for heeling sooner rather than later. Hopping down from the ring Rockstar stuck his tongue out and gave a come over here gesture.

The bell rang signalling the match had started; Bane obliged the earlier taunt by Rockstar by bullslamming him into the corner. He threw in a series of punches as Rockstar rolled out of the ring. The ref began counting out Rockstar as Bane paced through the ring holding out a single arm, giving Rockstar the time to return into the ring. 

Rockstar hopped onto the top rope and lunged down at Bane performing a double-axe handle. Bane noticed [i]something[/i] peculiar about this move, nonetheless Bane decided to work with his opponent as he staggered a bit back. Going back to the ropes, Rockstar did a coast to coast, which Bane again sold for. Rockstar continued to apply offensive moves to Bane, while Bane took them and allowed Rockstar to successfully flee from his attempts at grappling. 

However despite this, Rockstar did something that was truly unforgivable. 

In the middle of the ring with Bane, he began [i]chopping[/i]. The first knife-hand chop made a very loud noise and drew much applause from the crowd. Bane did not budge. Rockstar repeated the gesture, yet again Bane did not budge. With the third chop incoming, Bane swerved around the man and placed him in a sleeper hold.

He held hold until Rockstar passed out. The bell rang out quickly as Bane tore off the mask of Rockstar and yelled out to the crowd. 
[color=662d91][b]"¡Entiende la máscara o yo quitare!"[/b][/color]

The crowd began throwing batteries, beer bottles, and whatever else they could at Bane who threw both of his arms up as he went through the ropes and out of the ring.

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[h3]
Approximately 7:13 Backstage Locker-room
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As he exited the ring a few smaller luchadors were giving him the stink eye and were about to try something; if it wasn't for Javier Gonzalez standing there in his lime green tweed suit. He gave Bane the 'follow me finger' and went further into the bowels of the arena to his office. Bane proceeded to collect his belongings before following the man to the office. 

It was a sparse office, a desk, a fan, small television in the corner. Javier sat down and extended out his palm to suggest that Bane also should sit down. Bane sat his duffel bag next to the desk and took a seat.

With a grin curling up on his lips, Javier placed his fingers into a pyramid position and spoke.

[color=6ecff6]["...How do you feel about tournaments?"][/color]