Estado Libre y Soberano de Jalisco: Mexico
48 Hours Until Friday Night Clash 17
LuLu sat inside the office of the now-deceased El Mencho with a sad look on his face. The obese sumo trained wrestler held a picture frame of the late great Jalisco Cartel leader in his hands, remembering the good times they'd had together. All the bitches they'd screwed, all the drugs they'd smoked, and most of all, all the money they'd made. Slick Mick was uncharacteristically absent, and LuLu was strangely dressed in a black suit instead of one of his flamboyant pimp ensembles. The door behind LuLu suddenly opened, and in walked in El Mencho's three children Ruben, Oseguera, and Gonzalez. LuLu stood up from his chair and embraced the three Hispanic gentlemen with a big group hug.
Ruben: Please, Uncle Biggs, sit down; we have much to talk about.
Lulu: I'm so sorry to hear about your father; the playah was like a brother to me.
Ruben: Si, my father always spoke highly of you and always told us to consider you as la familia. That's why we wanted to explain what transpired leading up to his death.
LuLu: You mean it wasn't a heart attack?
Ruben: No, that is what we are telling everyone not to seem vulnerable to the rival cartels. Hammer Industries murdered our father. The security cameras on the mansion's property caught an invasion of "Shock Troopers" who came to Thomas Mills' aid.
LuLu: Fucking Jeremiah Vastrix...
Ruben: Si amigo. That cybernetic mother fucker killed my father! All he was trying to do was negotiate with Mills, to persuade him to change his platform slightly, and they put a bullet in his fucking head for it!
Ruben slammed his fist onto the table, furious with fire blazing in his Latin eyes. Oseguera, the middle brother, attempted to console his brother and kissed him on his forehead while patting him on the shoulder. The youngest brother Gonzalez stared coldly at LuLu and listened quietly, thinking to himself. It was clear that the three brothers wished to take revenge upon Mills, Vastrix, and the entire Hammer Industries special operation military unit.
Ruben: We invited you here today, on the day of my father's funeral, to ask for your help. You were the one who captured Mills at the request of my father and brought him here. We also watched you on television when you fought the bastard cyborg and used a high tech EMP device to short circuit him.
LuLu: That's right, I made that robocop wannabe a mutha fucking pancake! This boring ass suckah, Allen Anderson, was the dude that supplied me with the device. He hates Jeremiah more than all of us combined. Mutha Fuckah used to work at War Hammer before Jeremiah inherited the company and fired his ass. At least that's the way I heard it went down...
The youngest brother came over to Ruben and whispered in his ear before backing away back to the bookcase he'd been leaning against. Ruben let out a loud sigh before getting up from his chair behind his father's old desk.
Ruben: Please arrange a meeting with this Anderson fellow. If he wants Jeremiah dead as bad as we do, then perhaps we can work together. In the meantime, Uncle Biggs do what you can to make that rich cybernetic prick as miserable as possible. Capiche amigo?
Biggs: Capiche playah... Capiche.
Ruben: When our cartel is through with Hammer Industries, they'll wish they never step foot on Mexican soil...
Estadio Latinoamericano: Havana, Cuba
Friday Night Clash 17
Ultimate Wrestling's Holly Hudson stood next to LuLu Biggs, Slick Mick, and Huckleberry in the backstage area. In their full wrestling gear, the two were ready to go against the Russians. The two would shortly be defending their Ultimate Wrestling tag team championship belts against Dasha Ivanova and Boris Drago. LuLu was decked to the nines in gold and silver jewelry and was twirling his pimp cane. Huckleberry was fidgeting with the cybernetic eye he'd pried out Jeremiah's skull the previous month.
Holly: Hello wrestling fans! In just a few minutes, the Huckster and LuLu will be heading to the stage. Boy's how do you feel tonight about your chances against a former tag team championship team? Dasha and Boris are touted as the greatest tag team in Russian wrestling history.
LuLu: Bitch, please! You're looking at two of the greatest wrestlers in American history! I've been in the ring with that Russian dominatrix Dasha before, and I served her up a backhanded pimp slap that put her in her place!
Slick Mick: You tell'em, LuLu! You tell'em, baby!
LuLu: Now maybe she liked it? Because I got no answer as to why she'd want to get into the wrestling ring again be embarrassed like she was during the four-team elimination match back at Friday Night Clash 15!
Holly Hudson: Well, you may not fear Ms. Ivanova, but what about the Russian Bear Boris Drago? Surely you recognize his incredible power and strength?
Huckster: Man, shut your mouth, woman! Me and big man here ain't fearing no Russian's. Americah knows no fear, and neither do we! The two of us are walk'in out their to dat der ring with these here straps and were walk'in out with them too!
Holly Hudson: Well, you heard it here first, ladies and gentleman. The champions are feeling confident. Scott, Chris, back to you guys!
To be continued in Friday Night Clash 17