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ElPantera · **02-14-2019, 09:00 PM**

"Defeat doesn't finish a man, quit does. A man is not finished when he's defeated. He's finished when he quits." - Richard M. Nixon

==FEBUARY 13th 2019==

As I walked out of Spark Arena in New Zealand I felt two things: disappointment and soreness. I had just battled three rounds with Drezdin and nothing was resolved. I shake my head at the thought. When I signed up to fight in John Lewis' spot I never intended for anything to become personal. Drezdin had ruined that intention.

He called me nasty names, made racist comments, didn't act like a professional, but as a hoodlum would. Even in the ring he came over and called me a 'wetback'. I can't get that out of my mind. Really, racism in the middle of an XWF ring? In an organization whose roots ran back to the 20th century?

It was enough to get my blood boiling. I intended to take my time, get in close, and pummel him. I saw red, hardly contained myself. When the bell went off all sense of game plans went out the window. All I wanted to do was make him pay with Destructor de cara. What happened next was unexpected.

He blocked it! Drezdin...the king of clumsy...blocked Destructor de cara and turned it into his D.T.D. I didn't know what had hit me. All I knew, I had one more shot at the guy, and I had to be calm. So I took my time getting up, blew off steam, and showed that big motherfucker a thing or two.

I knew, in my soul, the third round was mine. There was no doubt in my mind, nor his...I could see that in his eyes. He pissed me off again though. Right before the round began he'd actually spat on me. I wanted nothing more then to beat him to a pulp.

When the match was called a draw that instinct was squashed. I didn't care to hurt the XWF officials, so I walked away. I would fight another day. The night of my revenge will be on Febuary 27th right here in New Zealand. Though that can't be on my mind right now. I have bigger fish to fry in Minnesota.

So that's why I'm sitting in my car. I have no special way of doing a promo right now. So my plan is to use my cell phone, post the promo to social media, and hope the right people see it.

==THE PROMO==

From the angle of the camera Alejandro Rivera sits in the driver seat gazing out of the windshield, a thoughtful look in his eyes. The song in the background is 'Young Girl' by Gary Puckett a hit from the 1960's slow rock ballad describing how the narrator has fallen in love with a much younger girl, presumably a minor.

Alejandro slowly looks over towards the camera. He smooths his hair back, and flashes a quick grin.

AR: 'Hello, Ms. Valenteen.' ALEJANDRO says with a warm smile. AR: 'Did you see my match tonight?' His voice is softer, quieter than usual. AR: 'I hope you enjoyed it. I thought about you, young girl, the whole time. Every punch I landed, every kick I threw. They were all meant for you.' He smiles again.

AR: "You wanted this, remember young girl? You said that you'll fight anybody." He lets out a short laugh that could chill the blood.AR: "Now, I know that your confidence is high, you haven't the slightest bit of doubt that you'll notch another victory, but my child it's just not meant to be."

He readjusts in his seat never taking his eyes off the camera.

AR: "You have done incredible things since you've been here. I watched you take a title from Dax Harris after he held it for a day. I saw you be the first, and maybe only person to beat Lux. You beat Tommy Wish." He stops giving the camera an odd look, purposefully dragging on the silence.

AR: "You've also had...bad things...happen to you. You were beaten up after your win over Tommy? The man had a 'La Parka' mask on." An odder glint slips into the eye of El Pantera. "Are you sure, young girl, that was Tommy?" An evil look flashes over his face momentarily. "AR: "Ten minutes...that's a long time. Only Tommy can tell." The last sentence, spoke in a whisper sends shivers up your spine.

Could this man, the athlete whose shown, within his short stint, to be a gentlemen, a fair competitor, an overall nice guy really take a cheap swing at Vita Valenteen then attempt to concuss her with a con-chair-to. You wouldn't think so, but the flash of an evil glint in his eye may say different.

Alejandro whose confident smile returned to his face, is now leaned back in the driver chair once again, enjoying a new song Sam The Sham's little red riding hood a tune also from the 1960's about a wolf disguised as a sheep whom accompanies little red riding hood to her Grandma's house.

"It is such a wonderful song." He whispers looking dazedly out the windshield again. A few moments pass before he looks out the corner of his eye into the camera. His face now emotionless. AR: "How little red riding hood was so trusting of this Wolf in a Sheep's disguise. Little girls...they don't know...they can't see what is right beside them. They're to trusting, to naive, there minds are to immature." He stops again that glint back in his eyes.

AR: "Little girls should not come out and play with those whom they do not know. Bad things could happen." He continues to whisper, sounding more venomous with each passing moment. AR: "Do you recall your conversation with Jessalyn Hart? The badlands motel in North Dakota?" A truly sinister glint passes through his eye. AR: "Did the sight of your own blood excite you like it excited me?" He smiles again, a mixture of good and evil.

AR: "You're worried aren't you Vita? I'm surprised at you, young girl. I thought you were braver then that." The mocking tone in his whisper is evident. ", but then again what happened in South Dakota? You were brave there. Wondering around outside in your Hello Kitty jammies." His eyes take on the evil glint again. AR: ", but my young girl grew nervous there to. He smiles oddly. "AR: "It's like your Daddy would have said. 'Little girls shouldn't travel alone."

The silence in the car is deafening. The chill in your body intensifies. You feel it start from your feet all the way up. 'little girls shouldn't travel alone' the words of the letter which Vita Valenteen received on her hotel room door in South Dakota. What is this man eluding to? Alejandro had remained silent for a few moments after that letting the perfect amount of fear creep into his viewers...into Vita Valenteen.

AR: "All of that is in the past though Vita." When he speaks it's with his normal casual tone and his face had regained it's confidence. "AR: "Whilst I do take pity that you're a little girl wanting to play a big man's game I feel bad for what I must do, but Vita you're also standing in the way of my goals. The goal of winning my X-Treme title first, then on March 13th winning my Hart title."

The change in his demeanor is alarming to his viewers, but he continues on.

AR: "I've seen how you can defend yourself against the likes of Lux, Tommy Wish, and you kick out of many pinfalls. The pause in his monologue draws dramatic effect AR: "You do not yet have the skills to beat me. You're not as powerful a striker as Lux is with her 'DIE' maneuver nor can you slam me so hard as Drezdin with his D.T.D."

AR: "It's common knowledge that you were lucky in your defeat of Lux, and that Tommy Wish isn't considered championship level competition." Alejandro looks matter-of-factly into the camera.

AR: "Now, I understand that you're mad at me for humiliating you in South Dakota. You can't let that anger you Ms. Ashley Johnson. It's not good for a baby's heart...or health" He gives a sympathetic look to Vita whose surely going to be watching. "So I know how it must be for you right now, just getting over your...busy week and you're going to say anything to discredit me to try and hurt me."

He runs his hands along the steering wheel a few seconds looking out the windshield again.

AR: "We all know it's in vain. You'll have nothing to say that nobody else has. You'll say that I lost in 17 seconds, that I went to a draw with Drezdin. You'll even say that my friend's passing, and my visit to Smoking Bob Williams got me under the XWF's lightsb as quick as it did. Everybody says that little baby girl, but what does it matter to me? In the end, my size, my actual all-around skills, are going to trump the heart, and speed you possess. You'll be back to proving yourself once gain Ashley." He smiles at her again. AR: "It's all in vain cause you couldn't be a good little bitch and let it go."

His silence once again speaks volumes as he slowly reaches toward the camera and the feed goes black.

==FEBRUARY 14TH 2019 - VALENTINE'S DAY==

It is a clear, yet freezing night in Minneapolis, Minnesota. You are a viewing the front of a hotel from the parking lot. From out of a breezeway steps a silohuette about six and a half feet tall. As the shadow gets closer it is revealed to be Alejandro 'El Pantera' Rivera looking amused in a Ski Jacket, a black beanie, and jeans.

AR: "See you Saturday night little girl." He whispers towards the hotel before getting in his car and casually driving away.

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