Mucho Problems but a Match ain't one

[El Fuhrer O'Cruel]

[El Fuhrer O Cruel makes his way out of a immigration office in Britain, still wearing his mask. He props open his umbrella and walks steady through the rain down the sidewalk where a EoV on scene camera man waits his arrival.] 

Camera Man: Mr. Cruel, can i get a word with you?

O'Cruel: Please, Call me Mein Fuhrer.

Camera Man: Uhhh... Mein Fuhrer, can i get a word with you?

O'Cruel: Make it quick, El Fuhrer does not have mucho time to chat with the help.

Camera Man: Eh, Well, do you have any comments about your first loss at Chaos last week to Ian Lenton? 

O'Cruel: Lenton could not beat me on his best day. I was jumped by a crew of soccer hooligans dressed as immigration officers. I'll let Britain and it's Ian Lenton fanboys have it's day against El Fuhrer O'Cruel but i am not an example to be made. My papers are plenty in order and i am fit for my next match. 

Camera Man: This week you are entered in a tournament against Vincent Hale for a shot at the EoV Hybrid Title, your thoughts?

O'Cruel: The EoV Hybrid Title would make a fine paperweight on my office desk, but bearing it should raise my pay significantly. As far as El Fuhrer O'Cruel is concerned by adding me to this tournament i have been chosen to win it. Coming up i used to study Vincent Hale's matches to learn how not to wrestle. He may be 6'7 but at chaos i will bring him down to my level and then he can add the punishment he takes from me to his list of accolades. He is a man who has had much to prove, maybe he can prove that he can lose with dignity like everyone else who crosses my path. Vincent Hale when that bell rings the only things you will feel are your hangovers and the tremendous pain i am payed to inflict on you.

[At this moment the Camera man realizes O'Cruel has circled the whole block and is back at the immigration office. His ocd compelled him to circle the block just to make a left turn. He makes his way down a alley. The Camera man anxiously looks around but keeps trailing him.]

In a tournament everyone claims to have their eyes on the prize and yet they don't seem to have their eyes on their competitors. I have had my eyes on everyone involved for some time and i am confident in my ability to deliver mucho pain to all of them. Their bones are already brittle and weak from what they have done to each other and there selves, and i am the strongest i have ever been. 

(El Fuhrer's limo waits for him in this alley. A masked chauffeur opens the door for him and he steps halfway inside before looking once more at the camera.]

Si, I have a plan to win by any means necessary.

Cameraman: Can you tell us ...Mein Fuhrer?

O'Cruel: Not to lose. Mucho brains. 

[El Fuhrer closes his car door and the limo pulls out of the alley, revealing opposite the car the men who attacked him last week on chaos all badly beaten and bloodlied on the floor, clutching their bodies barely conscious.]

Battered Victim: Why.... Why is he so cruel?

[victims pass out from pain. limo speeds off. license plate reads, Mcho Pn]