The Biographer: ... a month saying everyone: "I've changed, I'm a new man, now I don't cheat and I don't break the rules", shouting at people to follow the rules and you did that on your match. Ok, you win it, but weren't you change? why the fuck did you cheat? If you're supossedly changed, shouldn't be ashamed of your actions?

Clean Lucena: Oh, Oh! Wasn't I? I leave the place looking at my hands like: "The fuck I did". I don't even know what happened.

The Biographer: And last week at that beach when you started to kick everyone's groins?

Clean Lucena: I'm telling you. No fucking idea. I still Che... I mean, Clean. I'm that new man. I just don't know what happened.


Clean Lucena: Look oompa lo... Biographer, I don't know what happened at all. I just felt... no idea. Haven't you seen Hulk Hogan in his prime? There is a time when he's receiving the hell of a beating, but not knowing how, the guy starts to move like he had parkinson, say YOU!, three of four punches, big boot, leg drop and then go home with the victory. I don't know, but some kind of strange feeling ran all over my body. My heart beat way faster than usually do in that moment... everything appears on white on my sight, just the body of the Gilmour guy. It was THE MOMENT. I barely controlled my actions. The fuck, I don't even know where I was. I just know that my heart was beating, my body was suffering uncontrolled spasms. And something, I don't know how to describe it, called it spirit, called it superior forces, forced me to do that things that otherwise I wouldn't never EVER do if I was on my full authoritie of my body. And then... everything started. Kicks, kicks kicks. Low blows. Eye-Pokes. Instead of throw my elbows or do a chain of great moves as Hogan did in the past... I cheated... cheated. I can't almost say the word. Don't make me say that word again.

The Biographer: And the victory roll? You took the rope.

Clean Lucena: First of all, it's called Former Spanish Rogue and it's not even my finish, and secondly, everything was part of it. Everything was part of that... dunno... call it Clean-Up. Despite it's exactly the opposite. But I don't want to say the word. I told you not to make me say it. Let's see what can I do. Now I have to CLEAN my name again. So this week there would not be "CLEAN MY ASS" lines, larges intros or anything. Even from a respectful perspective, I won't insult anyone, no matter if it's my opponent, no matter if he's touching my balls. Or even if he want to rape me. And the place this week the show is settled is the perfect place to do it. After this time, everybody in the world would praise me and cheer me in my match. And here we are, heading the perfect place

The Biographer: New Orleans?

Clean Lucena: Yes, New Orleans.

The Biographer: Please, I know where you're going and Katrina has passed like seven or eight years ago and everything is ok there, please tell me you're not going to try to rebuild a house or something like that because I have a discus hernia and...

Clean Lucena: Nope. That was my first idea, but I trashed it because I would gather just the cheers of some families and that's not enough. Haven't you see John Cena at the competence? It's said that he have visited every hospital in EEUU and people still throwing shit at him. What I would do is way better than that and will serve the support I'll need if I want to have a chance to defeat someone as Warrior Prime. You know, I read something that said that good guy strenght comes from the cheers of the people. And I'll need all I could gather, even more when the match it's a electrified cage match. I was electrified once if you remember and it's not exactly an pleasant experience. So the Cleanster it's going for it. I have to show everybody how good I am right now and this action is something that millions of people around the world, something that each and everyone of the ones that would see this wrestling promo would get as the greatest thing ever that a person have ever done for New Orleans. If I face this challenge and I end up winning, all the electrifying cages and the Warriors Prime or whatever that they would throw on me are going to be a joke. It's not a very difficult thing but the persons related to this aren't going to be exactly in agreement with me and we may encounter fight, so be prepared, say fuck you to that hernia you have. Take this almost as hard as the wednesday match. This will show the people how much devoted I am in my way to please them and redeem my sins.

The Biographer: So? What is gonna be?

Clean Lucena: Do you know New Orleans Pelicans right? the basketball team.

The Biographer: Yes, why. Don't tell me you're going to buy them or destroy them or whatever shit you're crazy mind is thinking.


Clean Lucena: I'm going to remove Anthony Davis' eyebrown from the face of the earth.


The Biographer: Ok, let me know if I understood everything of it. You kicked Peter Gilmour's balls last week and cheated to win as yo usually do in some kind of "possesion". Then you want to redeem yourself in front of the people. More than that, you have a strong challenge that you think you would need the cheers of the people to avoid get electrified and be defeated by Warrior Prime in the process and the best thing you're going to do, instead of do a normal promo kissing everybodies ass and saying they're everything to you, it's that, take in advantage that this show is New Orleans, you're going to shave Anthony Davis' eyebrow.

Clean Lucena: You're goddam right.