Stacey: He doesn't even speak English!
Dave: I've seen his promos, he speaks it just fine.
Stacey: That's not what Klamor says.
The scene opens to Stacey Madison standing in Big Dave's office at WZCW headquarters, a look of disdain on her face while Dave has a smirk on his. Stacey shakes her head before flipping her hair back and sighs loudly.
Stacey: Fine. I'll do it. Where are we meeting?
Dave: This might interest you.
Dave flips through some papers before producing a reservation ticket. He promptly hands it over to Stacey and she flips over the ticket and her eyes widen.
Stacey: Seriously?
Dave: It was his request. Now go, it's not often you get to interview such an enigma, and considering our roster that's saying something.
Stacey looks down at the ticket before biting her lip slightly. A smile creeps on her face before placing the ticket in her bra.
Stacey: Whatever you say boss, I'm just looking forward to the free meal.
The camera fades out as Stacey walks away while Dave picks up the phone on his desk. It returns later that evening outside of a five star restaurant as a limousine pulls up along the restaurant. The driver exits before walking over to the other side, opening the door where Stacey walks out in a long black evening dress, her arms covered with long black gloves. She promptly walks up to the door man, producing the reservation ticket from earlier. The door man looks down at the ticket and nods his head, motioning Stacey into the building. Upon entering she looks across the room and easily spots the person she is looking for. She glides across the floor and walks up to the table, El Califa Dragon sitting there with a slightly modified mask, allowing his mouth to be seen while wearing a full business suit. He looks up at Stacey and he nods his head towards her, standing and pulling a chair out for her.
Califa: Buenas Noches.
Stacey: Yeah....Bueno Nachos, whatever.
Stacey takes a seat as does Califa. The waiter comes up to the table and sets down two menus, folding his hands in front of him afterwards.
Waiter: Would monsieur like to order a bottle of wine?
Califa looks at the menu for a few moments before looking back up to the waiter.
Califa: Una botella de Romanée Conti por favor.
Waiter: I beg your pardon sir?
Califa: Una botella de Romanée Conti por favor.
Waiter: I'm sorry sir, I don't speak Spanish.
Califa: Una botella de Romanée Conti por favor.
Stacey watches the exchange continue before an annoyed look forms on her face. She sighs and sets her menu down before looking to the waiter.
Stacey: A bottle of Romanée Conti.
Waiter: Ah yes, an excellent choice m'lady. I shall bring it shortly.
The waiter walks off as Califa stares him down the whole way to the kitchen. He shakes his head as he turns back to Stacey.
Stacey: So, Caliba was it?
Califa: It's Califa actually. It's Spanish for caliph which means...
Stacey: Don't care.
Califa: My apologies.
Stacey: I'm intrigued though, I wasn't expecting this setting for an interview. I was expecting you to drag me to some broken down ghetto in Tijuana or something.
Califa: The people of Tijuana would just assume you were my girlfriend if they saw us walking down the street together.
Stacey suddenly gets an incredulous look on her face from Califa's response. She crosses her legs and her arms as she stares down the masked luchador.
Stacey: Oh so that's what this is about. You know there's a rule against fraternizing with the interviewers.
Califa raises his arms and waves his hands apologetically.
Califa: Lo siento, Lo siento. I did not mean it that way señorita. I was merely stating that my popularity in México and your beauty would lead my people to believe it to be true.
Stacey quirks an eyebrow towards Califa and begins to respond when the waiter walks up with a bottle of the wine Califa attempted to order previously. He pours two glasses full and sets the wine off to the side.
Califa: Gracias, señor.
The waiter looks towards Califa with an odd look before looking over to Stacey.
Waiter: Are you ready to order yet?
Stacey: No I need a few more minutes, Caliba?
Califa: Califa.
Stacey: Whatever.
Califa sighs and shakes his head before looking up at the waiter, the waiter with an annoyed look on his face. Califa speaks and shockingly covers up his accent.
Califa: Ribeye, medium, baked potato and your vegetable medley.
The waiter looks shocked at Califa's ability to speak English. He quickly jots down the order and spins on his heels and walks away.
Stacey: So if you know English so well, why don't you just speak it all the time?
Califa: Because it is not my language. Spanish is what I choose to speak. It is the language of my people.
Stacey: Getting back to earlier, why didn't you drag me to Mexico for this interview?
Califa: I always aim to make an impression amiga. I figured you'd want to sit at a nice restaurant rather then another meaningless interview in front of a locker room somewhere.
Stacey: It is a nice change, though you don't seem to exactly fit in here.
Califa: There has been much said about my identity Stacey. They wonder who I truly am, so if I am to be this unknown, I may as well be as the chameleon, always changing who I am. I decided tonight I would be a high ball five star restaurant patron. You know, the rich guy persona.
Stacey stares across the table at Califa before laughing, her laughter filling the room as Califa watches her stoically.
Califa: ¿Qué es tan gracioso?
Stacey: That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard of.
Califa: Is it? My adversario this week..
Stacey: Yes, what about your opponent this week? You both have somehow cheated Rush out of victories in the last two weeks. Your achievement doesn't seem so great now does it?
Califa: I defeated one of WZCW's champions, any victory of that nature is more then glorious enough to be praised. No, as I was saying, my opponent this week, Matt Tastic. He seems to have no problems changing his identity at whim, so why cannot El Califa Dragon?
Stacey: Because Tastic is lost all his marbles years ago, you seem to be somewhat still there in the head.
Califa: Perhaps, though to know ones opponent is to become the opponent. Regardless of the strategy, I want my shot at Rush and the Eurasian Championship. I must defeat Tastic by any means necessary.
Stacey: And what makes you think Rush won't come and destroy the both of you anyway? He's got a bone to pick with both of you and a man of that size usually has free reign on what he can do.
Califa: That is easy Stacey, if Rush makes his presence felt, then he shall feel the wrath of the dragon. He hasn't been able to put me down, for the dragon is forever rising!
Stacey: Oh please, you got lucky in your first match, and you're lucky the refs pulled him away last week during the battle royal. The moment he gets his hands on you you'll be skinned alive.
Califa: How so? The dragon's scales are stronger then even the strongest blade.
Stacey: I.....you know what never mind.
The waiter returns and takes Stacey's order as the scene fades away briefly before returning to after the meal has finished. Stacey has a satisfied look on her face as Califa sets his fork down on his plate.
Stacey: So Caliba.
Califa: Califa.
Stacey: Whatever, so I want to know, who are you really?
Califa: I am the man you see before you.
Stacey: No I mean, everyone wants to know who you are. Everyone thinks you're a former star, so tell me, who are you really under that mask?
Califa looks towards her and shakes his head, adjusting his mask slightly as he sits back into his chair.
Califa: I am El Califa Dragon! I am the soul of México and the dragon that breathes life into my people. I carry the legacy of the Aztec warriors and the lineage of the Mayan people.
Stacey: And no one cares. Now come on, who's under the mask?
Just then the waiter comes up with the check. Califa takes it and removes his wallet. As the waiter walks away Califa places a few crisp bills inside the small book and sets it on the table. He stands and smooths his tuxedo out before looking towards Stacey.
Califa: I hope you don't mind, but I must be off.
Stacey looks up at him, holding a glass of wine in her hand as she replies back sarcastically.
Stacey: And I was so enjoying your company. Thanks for picking up the check. I hope Rush doesn't crush your bones too badly.
Califa: You'll be pleasantly surprised amiga when I'm the Eurasian Champion. Buenas Noches.
Stacey: Yeah yeah, nachos and whatever, bye.
Califa smirks before walking away from the table. The waiter returns and picks up the book and walks to the register. He opens it and quirks an eyebrow. He soon walks over to Stacey who has a blissful look on her face as she finishes the rest of her wine.
Waiter: Madam?
Stacey: What do you want?
Waiter: I'm afraid we don't accept pesos.
Stacey: What are you talking about?
The waiter shows her the opened book revealing three one hundred pesos bills sitting atop the check. Stacey grits her teeth before screaming at the top of her lungs.
Stacey: Damn you Caliba!
The scene shifts to Califa just outside the restaurant, a chuckle escaping him as he hears Stacey's scream.
Califa: It's Califa, and everyone will know the name of the dragon that will conquer WZCW.
The scene fades out as Califa walks down the street and into the distance.
