El Califa: Another week, another victory. Thus is the rhythm Los Magnificos Dragones have found themselves in. Amber has grown significantly in the past few weeks, throwing herself deeper into the training El Califa has put her through. A significant test awaits however, we defeated The Sacrificial Altar in our first match as a tandem, though we now separate briefly to contend with two of their members individually. El Califa is quite prepared for this battle. The actions they have taken against those that cannot defend themselves must be approached with the proper consequences, and they will be dire. Amber has held up on her side, claiming victory for us both times. However, El Califa feels as if something different should be done this evening. Another session of training may not be required tonight. No, El Califa in fact knows what must be done.
The scene opens to El Califa sitting in his office writing these words down into a journal. Upon finishing the entry he closes the book and sets it aside, gazing up at the clock. Five PM. The gym would be open for a few more hours at this pace. His students have been going at the same break neck speed as Los Magnificos Dragones, and it has shown in their rapid improvement. Califa sighs as he leans back, kicking his feet up on the desk and his arms behind his head.
El Califa: El Califa believes we all need a break once and awhile. Even the greatest dragon must rest at some point.
With a new determination and goal in mind, Califa springs off the chair and hits the lightswitch, grabbing his bag and hitting the light switch in one fluid motion. Closing the door quickly behind him he looks out at his students, hard at work just like every other day. Califa clears his throat and yells out to them:
El Califa: Señores! Gimnasio está cerrando ahora mismo! El Califa ha decidido que ahora no es el tiempo para la formación, pero el tiempo para el disfrute! Vamos esta noche floja y yo veré a todos en dos días. ¡Date prisa! (Gentlemen! Gym is closing right now! El Califa has decided that now is not the time for training, but the time for enjoyment! Let loose tonight and I shall see you all in two days. Hurry up!)
The students look up at their teacher and then towards each other, nodding before turning back and cheering loudly. They quickly put away the equipment and rush out the door and soon Califa hits the lights. After locking the doors he hops into his SUV and takes off for his villa. The scene fades away before focusing in on a smaller living room, a plain black leather couch is pushed up against the wall, a large flat screen TV in front. Various replica title belts and other merchandise line the walls as does shelves of tapes and DVDs of scouting material. Sitting, or rather lying on the couch is El Califa's partner, Amber Warren, her arm pressed up against her forehead and wearing her usual workout outfit. Nate sits in a recliner next to her, a traditional Lucha Libre six man match is on the screen. Suddenly the door swings wide open and walks in El Califa, tossing his bag to the side with a gusto that normally isn't seen in the more reserved luchador. He seems to be rapping to a song in his head, completely oblivious to Nate and Amber watching him trying not to laugh as he dances his way into the kitchen. He returns quickly and seems to stare towards Nate and Amber for a few moments, who both quirk eyebrows towards their partner. Califa nods his head and crosses his arms.
El Califa: You know what we are going to do tonight Nate and Amber?
Nate: Film study?
Amber: Running ropes again?
Amber groans at the thought of another long session clearly does not appeal to her. She covers her eyes with her forearm as El Califa laughs heartily before shaking his head.
El Califa: We have vanquished two challenges put towards us, and we will continue to do so. No fellow Dragons, tonight, we party!
Nate and Amber suddenly perk up at the mention of partying. Amber sits up brushes her hair away and grins widely.
Amber: So we're just going to party by ourselves here in the villa?
El Califa Absolutely not!
Amber flinches as Califa responds sternly. He uncrosses his arms and chuckles to himself.
El Califa: El Califa brought you here to Mexico, yet you have not seen much outside of his gym or his villa. Besides, the night is young, and El Califa knows of the perfect place. Now, young Dragons, Let us prepare for tonight!
With that Califa bounds down the hallway to his room, closing the door and a few moments pass before music can be heard playing loudly behind the door. Amber and Nate look at each other and shrug their shoulders before they spring off their respective seats to their own rooms. The scene fades away to nothing but the music playing from Califa's bedroom.
It returns shortly after, now inside Califa's SUV as it bounds down the road. Califa is now wearing a more informal suit, a jacket over a white shirt with the first two buttons undone and the collar hanging out. A silver chain hangs from his neck and comes down to a large diamond dragon pendant. A gold watch adorns his left wrist and a bracelet with diamonds on the other. He wears a modified mask with a mouth opening, multiple colors adorn the decorative parts of his mask. Nate is dressed in a polo and slacks, while Amber herself has her hair done up, jewelry, and a bright colorful dress. The three laugh as they banter back and forth before pulling up to the club Dolce. The three exit Califa's ride and stroll to the entrance, Califa tossing his keys to the valet as the flash of cameras can be seen and heard around them. Nate and Amber look around at the camera men, Califa however pays them no mind seeing as how he had frequented this club many times before. The door man opens the way and the three walk in to a miasma of lights and loud thumping music. The three find a table off in the corner where a waitress immediately walks up to them.
El Califa: DeLeon Leóna en las rocas.
Amber: Umm....a bottle of water.
Nate: Make that two.
El Califa: Dos botellas de agua.
The waitress nods and takes off as El Califa leans back into the couch, watching the people on the dance floor as Amber and Nate have the appearance of fish out of water. Shortly after the waitress returns, setting the drinks down. Califa motions to start a tab before handing her a credit card. The waitress writes something down and nods, walking away swiftly. Califa turns to his partners and nods his head.
El Califa: Amber, Nate, you two appear to be lost. Why don't you two and El Califa hit the dance floor?
Califa swiftly stands up while grabbing his glass and motioning for the two to follow him before they have a chance to respond. They hurry off the couch and try to keep up with Califa who knifes through the crowd swiftly. Califa looks back and sees his partners have lost him and a smirk forms on his lips. Nate appears to have been snared by a voluptuous woman in a short red dress, brunette hair cascading down around her shoulders. Amber meanwhile has joined in with a crowd in the middle of the dance floor, unsure of what to do. Suddenly another woman walks up Califa and wraps her arms around him, whispering into his ear.
???: Lo dragones sabe bailar? (Do dragons know how to dance?)
Califa chuckles to himself, the music masking his amusement as he suddenly wraps his arms around the woman and dips her down expertly. The music abruptly shifts from hip hop to a more traditional salsa. Califa leads his new found dancing partner to the middle of the dance floor, the woman more than keeping up with the lithe luchador's moves. As they slide and move across the floor, they are joined by a few other couples as the crowd watches, as if entranced by the movements they are seeing. The people cheer on but Califa is focused in on the woman, her deep brown eyes piercing through his mask and her own dark chocolate locks sweeping the floor as he dips her down once more. As the song slowly ends Califa pulls her close, his lips nearly grazing hers as she takes a gasping breath. The crowd continues to cheer before the music changes to hip hop and the rest of the crowd joins in. The woman spins away from Califa but holds onto his hand, leading him towards a couch away from the floor. They settle in, Califa's arm around the woman as she leans into him.
El Califa: Maria, Maria, Maria. El Califa believes it has been too long.
Maria: Ay papi, you've been away training dogs.
El Califa: Y qué hay de ti? Bailando el corazón lejos de los hombres, como siempre? (And what of you? Dancing the hearts away of men as always?)
The woman smiles, a smile that could lure any man, though the fangs may soon follow. Califa knew this all too well, he has tangoed with the devil once before. There was something intoxicating about this woman, the scent of her hair, the feeling of her breath upon his neck, all too familiar yet here Califa was again, the snake coiling around the dragon.
Maria: Men? Sí. Aunque no es una caza todavía tengo que terminar, mi querido dragón. (Men? Yes. Though there is one hunt I have yet to complete, my dear dragon.)
Suddenly Maria slides a leg over Califa and a hand behind his mask, her hands entwining with the strings binding his mask. Her lips press to find his though Califa suddenly looks up as Amber walks up on them. Califa pushes Maria off of him and looks to Amber. Who blushes and turns away.
El Califa: Amber....wait.
Amber: I'm sorry Califa, I didn't mean to interrupt you.
El Califa: You interrupt nothing, nothing but a temptress.
Califa stands up and turns Amber around and nods his head to her. He whispers a few things and she nods, a smile forming on her face. He had forgotten the purpose of tonight. He shoots a glare towards Maria as Amber bounds away towards the bar area. Maria slinks her way up to Califa who had looked back towards Amber. She wraps her arms around Califa's neck and coos into his ear.
Maria: I see you have a flavor for the young ones now my dragon.
El Califa: She is my tag team partner. I will do anything to help her.
Maria: "I"? It must be serious Omar if you speak in that tone.
El Califa: You taunt El Califa.
Maria spins around and wraps her arms around his neck again, pressing her body up against his, though Califa turns his head to the side, clearly conflicted.
Maria: No, I speak the truth. You know where you belong Omar. You have been mine since the 5th Ward and you know this.
El Califa: Enough. El Califa has new purpose in life. El Califa has left the 5th Ward behind. Todo El Califa tenía era su madre y su hermana. No hay nada que me queda por ahí, eso te incluye a ti. (All El Califa had was his mother and sister. There is nothing left for me there, that includes you.)
The look on Maria's face suddenly changes from one of seduction, to one of anger and hatred. She grabs Califa's right arm and shoves his sleeve up, revealing one of his tattoos with the initials 5WC.
Maria: You left the 5th Ward behind? ¿Por qué todavía llevan sus estigmas? (Why do you still carry their stigmata?)
Califa looks down at his arm then back to Maria before pulling his arm back.
El Califa: Un recordatorio, que los que dicen amar usted, puede tan fácilmente te apuñalan por la espalda. (A reminder, that those that claim to love you, can just as easily stab you in the back.)
With that Califa walks off, leaving Maria staring a hole through him as he tries to regroup with his partners. Suddenly Ricky Runn comes running from out of nowhere, stopping as he notices Califa.
Ricky: ¿Qué pasa hermano? ¿Tienes algún botín seria esta noche, pero usted no puede manejar el botín que Ricky tiene. (What's up bro? You got some serious swag tonight, but you can't handle the swag that Ricky got. )
Califa opens his mouth to respond before shaking his head as Ricky suddenly runs off towards the dance floor, putting himself right in a group of women. He yells at the top of his lungs:
Ricky: Señoras, esta noche vas a golpe de puño con el futuro campeón mundial del Swag! (Ladies, tonight you're gonna fist bump with the future World Champ of Swag!)
Califa watches this, unable to speak. He shakes his head as Amber and Nate walk up, Amber laughing loudly at Ricky's antics.
El Califa: Should El Califa ask?
Amber: He was given tap water and suddenly started speaking Spanish.
Califa begins laughing loudly as he nearly doubles over, Nate and Amber joining in as well until they are able to pull themselves together. Amber suddenly gets a serious concerned look on her face.
Amber: Califa, are you alright.
Califa looks back over his shoulder, Maria nowhere to be seen. He lets out a sigh of relief before turning back to Amber and Nate.
El Califa: He shall be.
Amber hugs Califa close, who returns the favor before the music changes to another salsa dance. Amber smirks and looks up to Califa.
Amber: Mind showing me how to dance like that?
Califa smiles wide and nods his head.
El Califa: We will train vigorously Amber Warren! We shall start at six in the morning sharp tomorrow!
Califa tries to keep a straight mask but loses it and begins laughing once more as he leads Amber to the dance floor. He walks her through the first steps as the scene fades away once more. The next morning comes, though while Amber and Nate recover inside the villa, Califa finds himself on a cliff overlooking the city. He sits down and takes a deep breath, just taking in the sunrise.
El Califa: Mason Westhoff. El Califa knows those like you. They claim to do the work in the name of a higher power.
Califa lifts his head up slowly, the rays of sun reflecting off of his mask, causing them to change colors. He breathes deeply once more, lifting his hands up and balling them into fists, shaking slightly.
El Califa: El Califa is sick and tired of watching you and your group run over everyone else. No one has been capable of stopping TSA. Strikeforce couldn't at Kingdom Come, but you know who has put down TSA and their illustrious leader?
El Califa laughs quietly to himself as he drops his arms to his sides, slowly standing up at the edge of the cliff and holding his arms out as the wind picks up.
El Califa: Los Magnificos Dragones. While you hold onto the lies of your false prophet, El Califa believes in what is true and what can make a difference. He believes in his own abilities. He once believed just as you do Mason, that a higher power can give you everything you ever wanted. El Califa was corrupted, and he became the very demon he fought against. No longer will he rely on someone to lead him to greatness, he will take it for himself. Along with Amber Warren, the Dragons will take flight, and they will vanquish you and David Whitman this week. The TSA's foundation cracks now, and we will ensure it crumbles down around your lies and deceit!
Califa turns around and crosses his arms, the sun radiating around him as his head lowers briefly to his chest before snapping back up suddenly, looking straight forward.
El Califa: Meltdown will come and go Mason Westhoff, and once it is over, El Califa will show you the error of your ways. And as you watch this Dragon take flight and put you down for good, you will realize that I am simply, magnificent!
The scene pans away before fading out completely.
