Mucho Pain in Blackpool

[El Fuhrer O'Cruel]

[El Fuhrer O'Cruel sits in a dark pub in Blackpool, England wearing a Armani suit and sipping an sweet liqueur through his mask] 

Ah Ian Lenton, It seems I will have to start billing EoV for taking out their garbage for them. Although I appreciate your verbiage Mr. Lenton, please have no misconceptions about me. I have no respect for the foolish peasants who dress up and dive at each other for bread crumbs. They had nothing to offer me. Here at EoV I can put on a mask and beat people up for loads of money. You say you wear a mask too, but i believe it is unraveling.

[sips drink.]  

Si, I do not doubt your pride in this broken empire. Like you it sunk chasing glory without seeing the real challenges in front of it and now sits in it's soot, a testament to hopelessness despite all it's achievements. I smell blood, so if I have to put you down like Tommy Rowan's injured puppy, I will do it with a smile, and then you can join the relics that tower over the broken people of England. I hope for your sake you don't have any family in attendance but i guess it's only right they see you before the mortician does.

[The bartender hands O'Cruel a enveloped pay-off. O'Cruel's business here is not just based on leisure. He places the envelope in his coat and leans a bit closer to the camera.]  

Because what is it that El Fuhrer O' Cruel does that separates him from the rest of the Luchadore stock? I succeed. I am a winner in a game of losers. I do this by inflicting Mucho Pain. Pain you will endure very soon. Si, a Brawl it will be, a test of pure strength and tenacity. Unfortunately for you Lenton, We are on the same page here, the ink has dried, and there is no going back. I look forward to bringing you Mucho Pain... It's a good thing England has socialized healthcare because you will be in desperate need of it soon.