The beat-up taxi looked out of place as it pulled up to an absolute behemoth of a five story mansion. The yellow car pulls through the manor’s drive, the pavement surrounded on both sides by extravagant floral designs and shrubbery. LSM peers out from behind her mask and raises a brow as she locks eyes with what appears to be a lifesize shrub art statue of HGH.

“Ay Dios Mio…..”

The taxicab parks directly in front of the massive manor. LSM hands a few twenties to the driver and hops out of the car. She exhales deeply as she approaches HGH’s home. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out an elaborate invitation, a square piece of paper trimmed with golden flakes. She rolls her eyes at the over-the-top nature of the invitation as she tucks it back into her pocket. She ascends the marble staircase and raises her hand to knock on the front door.

She swiftly lowers her hand before she knocks on the door. LSM turns around and looks back at the lifesize HGH shrubbery. She cradles her face in her palm for a few moments before sighing softly.

“What kind of man is this? What is he compensating for?”

The luchadora shakes her head from side to side causing her fiery red hair to obscure her view of the narcissistic shrubbery. LSM rolled her head around on her neck as she closed her eyes and slowly counted to three. She exhaled softly as she opened her eyes. She began speaking softly to herself, under her breath, as if she were trying to put herself at ease through convincing argumentation.

“I have to work with him- there’s no point in bemoaning personal differences. Who cares if he might have more dollars than sense? That’s ok! Ugh, I can only imagine how much my mother’s going to push for me to hitch up with this guy after this thing’s over with. Eli and Junior won’t be able to collaborate inside that ring, and I have to be able to take advantage of that. Whoever this guy is, I need to get on the same page with him so we can both get our culos into that win column!

That should be something to bond over, right? We’re both desperately trying to claw ourselves back to .500 and beyond. That’s a good starting point for our tag team collaboration! What is Eli and Junior’s starting point is going to be? Will they bond over how uninspiring their finishing moves are? 'Forearms and basic chokes, what great moves!'"

As a voice comes through the speaker at the door.

“Please state your business here.”

LSM turns around in shock, taking an instinctive step back and clutching her chest.

“DIOS MIO! The house talks! I’m here to see my tag team partner….I have an invitation!”

The masked woman reaches into her pocket and pulls out the elaborate invitation. She waves it around aimlessly in front of the door.

“AH! Yes Miss Machine, please take a step back. We’ve been expecting you.”

LSM takes a few hesitant steps back as she tucks the invitation into her pocket.

You can hear the sound of the door unlocking from the inside then they begin to slowly swing open. LSM takes a few steps forward and peers inside the luxurious home. Her eyes are quickly drawn towards a young man with wild hair that bore a striking resemblance to one of their opponents. The young man comes to the door so he can politely escort LSM into the manor.

“Mister Hayes shall be with you shortly. Could I get you something to drink while you wait?"

LSM looked around from side to side, her eyes busy beneath the mask. She cracked a devilish grin. She leaned forward and spoke in a hushed tone.

“Could I get a tequila, por favor?”

“Yes Miss. One tequila coming right away.”

We hear a shout coming from the distance. The closer it approaches the louder it gets.

“JUNIOR!!!

JUNIOR WHERE ARE YOU!

JU..”

HGH is startled by a young masked lady standing in the middle of the main entrance to the manor.

“Excuse me Miss? Who? Who in the hell are you?”

“Oh…..you’re kidding, right? I wore my mask specifically so that you wouldn’t mistake me for the help. That literally happens every time I go to Jefferson Jackson’s office to collect my paystub.”

LSM cocked a skeptical eyebrow towards HGH.

“Oh my GOD! That’s terrible. Where are my manners. I am Harmon Greyson Hayes. Welcome to Hayes Manor. Let us clear the air Miss. I would not mistake you not in this place. I have grown up with everyone except for one. Now where is that little shit! JUNIOR...!! Did that little turd at least offer you a drink?”

“Aye- but I don’t know where it is!”

“JUNIOR YOU GOD FORSAKEN NIT WHIT WHERE THE HELL IS OUR GUEST’S DRINK!!”

As HGH is screaming at the top of his lungs we begin to hear footsteps as if they are running at a high speed.

“I’m coming, mister Hayes. I’m coming.”

Junior runs as fast as his little legs will take him. He trips over one of the many rugs on the floor and spills the entire glass of tequila over LSM.

HGH stands there for a moment as his face instantly turns a bright red.

“YOU NUMBSKULL LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE NOW! WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL ARE YOU EVENING THINKING? YOU KNOW WHAT DON’T EVEN SPEAK I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE ANYWAY!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! NOW!”

LSM tries to wipe the liquor off of herself before she looks at HGH with a half hearted smile.

“Oh...it’s alright. Junior didn’t mean to, he’s probably just kinda slow.”

“It’s almost like I found him in the hood or on an island somewhere. Blah. LSM are you ready for a small tour?”

LSM nods affirmatively as she takes a few steps in HGH’s direction.