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The fast paced sound of a guitar with a mexican feel begins to play, a tune that the audience has not yet heard before. They appear confused, as they don't know whether to cheer or boo whoever is coming down the ramp. Moments later, a wrestler in a white mask with gold markings wearing pants with similar gold markings, walks down the ramp, walking slowly with an air of pride about him. Just by looking at this newcomer, the audience can tell that he is very proud about his ability, though no one has yet to see if that pride in himself is deserved. He walks up to the ring and climbs through the ropes, walking to the center of the ring, a microphone in his hand. Once his music stops playing, the masked wrestler holds the mike up to his mouth and begins to speak.

"Hola, people in the audience. Hola, fellow wrestlers," the masked wrestler said into the microphone. "I am called El Toro Blanco, the White Bull. I have wrestled in many places over the world and my journey to find worthy opponents has brought me here. Here and now I issue an open challenge to anyone who wishes to face me. I will accept any challenge and look forward to my first bout here."

With that said, El Toro Blanco lowered his microphone and patiently waited for anyone to accept his challenge.

Rob Zombie's Never gonna stop me begins to play as Hawke Adams steps out onto the ramp, with a microphone. "Wow..." He commented. "A true luchador huh?" He asked. "Well, I'm always looking for different types of matches, I'll take your challenge.." He said to him.

"hey Hawke" Merrick throws him a Rob Zombie style mask "so ya both know, its a Luchador match. first to beat the other to the point were ya can get the other ones mask off wins.... o and no weaptons"

Merrick walks in back... to let this two wrestlers fight

Once he was inside of the ring, El Toro Blanco walked towards Hawke Adams and gently shook his hand. "Let the match begin, mi amigo," El said as he backed away slightly and prepared to lock arms with his opponent.

El locked arms with his opponent and pushed back just as hard as he did, neither of them gaining any real ground. El then decided to make the first real move of the match, and went to put Hawke into a firm headlock.

El tried to lock his leg to keep from falling forward, but Hawke had more strength (or skill) than he probably gave himself credit for and El rolled forward and fell on the ground. He was in a position for Hawke to put him in a leg lock, and the man managed to put him in one. It was more painful than he thought it would be, and he struggled to get out of the hold.

"Mi dios! This man is stronger than he thinks he is," El thought as he continued to try and get out of Hawke's leg lock.

(I know, but for the most part, the crowd (and most of our fellow RPers), are English; he gets called El for short a lot so he just goes with it)

(As far as the leg lock goes, I assumed that he had put him in it, so if you want me to change it, I will)

(I'm changing this post)

El found himself on the ground after a rather valiant effort to keep from falling, but even the strongest man can't stand tall when his legs are rolled out from under him. Before Hawke could put him in a leg lock, El rolled away and quickly stood up, facing his opponent.

"You are good, senior. Muey bien, in fact. I hope this match last quite a while."