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It was a balmy day in...well somewhere in Mexico, I wasn't briefed on exactly where. It was definitely on the coast because the palatial mansion I was being hustled through was overlooking the ocean...which ocean I wasn't exactly sure of.


The perks of traveling with a bag over your head.


By the way, name's K.P-



K.P Avatar, AKA Dr. Funkenstein, AKA Dr. Crunkenstein, AKA Karl Phillip Avatar when my Mama's mad at me


Now I would certainly like to relate to whoever's reading this exactly what the events were leading up to me getting a job offer and summarily being whisked away on a redeye flight to somewhere south of the border were but if I'm being honest (and Mama Avatar always stressed being honest) I hadn't the foggiest clue. Frankly for all I knew at that point some cartel boss had decided it'd be funny to stuff my jovial self into a plane and fly me down to his villa to just toss me into the...whichever ocean was crashing at the bottom of the cliffs below. Thankfully for me, that wasn't the case. Not so thankfully, a much more absurd fate awaited me.


With the bag off my head I was marched into an expansive office with a view of the ocean below directly opposed to a wall housing one of the largest tv screens I'd ever seen outside of a movie theater. Seated at a desk across from the door I'd entered to was a man who looked at me with a calculating glare as intense as his choice of suit...



Seriously, guy dressed like a funeral director.


"Mr. Avatar," He growled in a voice so deep I could've sworn he was possessed, "Do you know who I am?"


"Uh...no?" I admitted, dancing on eggshells as far as this conversation went, "I mean you're clearly a big shot considering the way you got me here and the..."


I gestured to the room at large and the two men in security getups standing on either side of me.


"No need for flattery," The man leaned in, regarding me like a hawk would a particularly juicy lizard, "I prefer to remain anonymous to the public at large, my name is Herb Mackintosh."


"Wait, the mail-order appliances guy? My mom got my granny one of those Air-Fryers for Christmas from your com-"


"Yes yes, I am a genius, thank you," Mackintosh cut me off, "You're not here to lavish praise on me, I get that enough from the vultures I call my children."


"Oh uh...actually if I could ask, why exactly AM I here Mr. Mackintosh?" I asked, tilting my head.


"Well young man, for quite a while I've been wanting to embark on a little venture, a sort of vanity project if you will, and I've been needing someone with the proper credentials to take the reins for me," Mackintosh pressed a button and the screen to my left came alive.





The Semi-Main Event of South of the Border Wrestling's Feliz Navidad show, the ultimate showdown between World Champion Multimillionario and his ex-partner Pharaoh King, played out before both me and Mackintosh. The businessman's gaze never left me as I watched the whole match, every flip, every death-defying maneuver, every arm drag (there was a lot of those) that made up the bout that was every bit as good as the main event clash between the teams of Soul Taker and El Leon against El Fuerza and El Demonio.


In the ending seconds, with both men bloodied and drained, Multimillionario dragged the referee to his side, complaining of a possible injury. This kep the ref distracted even as the crowd roared in anger at the appearance of the man who'd become Millionario's benefactor and mentor:





Armed with a steel chair, the nefarious mercenary American who'd infamously betrayed two companies in one year's time leapt the barricade and bashed Pharaoh King's face with the foreign object. With the challenger dead to the world, the champion was quick to pick the bones and pick up the pin and win.






"Hell of a thing, ain't it?" Mackintosh asked as the screen switched off the image of Millionario and Money standing tall in the ring, "That event was broadcast not only in Mexico, but across the entire United States. Granted, MySelect isn't as popular as the SWF's broadcasters or Reverie, but it's opened the gateway for SOTBPW-Jesus that's a mouthful-to put its product on screens all over America."


"Uh...huh? And what? This is where you tell me you bought South of the Border?" I asked, still not cottoning on to what exactly his deal was.


Mackintosh steepled his fingers and locked in, "Mr. Avatar I've been a follower of pro wrestling since the days of Sam Strong and Rip Chord, when the truth that it was predetermined hit me I began to look at it as a medium akin to a tv show that was singularly beholden to the ebb and flow of its fanbases' interest. Certainly in massive dramas like RomeWorld or European Terror Tale the writers can see and react to plot developments that their fanbase finds particularly appealing or insulting to their intelligence but in the case of Professional Wrestling the audience is THERE, in the seats right in front of the performers grading their every move and passing judgement on every single word laid out by the characters before them."


He spread his arms out in a wide gesture, "It is the ultimate test of a true performer, a mixture of athleticism and theater we haven't seen since the barbaric days of ancient Rome!"


With the first grin I'd seen him flash since he'd brought me before him he finished his speech with a simple, "But no, I didn't buy them, I have something else in mind."


"What? Your own lucha company?" I asked.


"Yes indeed, don't you see? The market in America is clamoring for something different than the archaic jingoistic stylings of USPW or the crude 'edginess' of SWF or even what Japan has to offer us! Lucha Libre brings forth a mixture of what those guys on the West Coast do in the ring with the characters Eisen and Packer put on the screen every week. There's a wave coming and I am offering you the unique chance to ride it," He leaned in, staring intently at me.


"So you're proposing..." I began, "We start our own lucha company?"


"Not just any lucha company, a distinctly American one!" Mackintosh slapped his hands together, "One that will latch itself onto underbelly of SOTBPW and ride it to success and acclaim! We'll be seen as trailblazers in the American scene, blending the cartoonish world people stateside know with the new flavor everyone's excited about. We'll be to wrestling what sriracha was to...well basically everything for a while, I swear they put in cereal at one point. Point being, we'll have the market cornered in the states with the likes of OLLIE and EMLL still working to make themselves relevant in Mexico. I have it all planned out, my boy, all I need is someone to do the creative heavy lifting and run the place while I provide the money from back here in Mexico."


"Wait, why don't you run i-"


"Taxes, always the taxes," Mackintosh growled out the side of his mouth, "But enough about that my boy, do I have your support?"


"..." I thought about what this crazed loon who'd all but kidnapped me said, was he really right? Was there really going to be boom for lucha in America? And even if there was what was a guy from Detroit going to do to run a fed based in it?


And yet...this guy, nut he may have been, seemed to be onto something.


And seriously, Mama Avatar'd been on my ass to get a job for a while now.


"Yeah screw it, I'm in."


"Excellent, I'll be in touch with you when you land in Florida!" Herb spun around in his chair and began tapping into a computer keyboard behind him.


"Wait Florida-?" I began to ask.


Then the bag went over my head again.


"You're going to do great, Mr. Avatar," Herb called after me, "I can feel it!"




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<blockquote data-ipsquote="" class="ipsQuote" data-ipsquote-username="Pteroid" data-cite="Pteroid" data-ipsquote-contentapp="forums" data-ipsquote-contenttype="forums" data-ipsquote-contentid="44410" data-ipsquote-contentclass="forums_Topic"><div><p> </p><p> </p><div style="text-align:center;"><p>By the way, name's K.P-</p><p> </p><p> <img alt="b5jNRgb.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/b5jNRgb.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></p><div style="text-align:center;"><p> <strong>K.P Avatar, AKA Dr. Funkenstein, AKA Dr. Crunkenstein, AKA Karl Phillip Avatar when my Mama's mad at me</strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p></div><p></p></div></blockquote><p> </p><p> YES! He has returned! ...well, not the quote-on-quote "original" KP avatar, but still, I'm happy that he's back.... </p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-size:8px;">:-( I miss 3rdStringPG. He was a good writer.</span></p>
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<p>It's amazing how things can change in the span of a few hours, one moment you're an unemployed twenty-something living with his family in Detroit for the entirety of 2016, then the clock strikes midnight on December 31st and you land in Florida on the first day of 2017 with a job, one hundred thousand dollars, and a wrestling promotion to run.</p><p> </p><p>

"Oh and don't forget to call Mr.'s Anderson, Vessey, Winner, Keith, Soler, Power, and Coleman with your thanks for allowing us into their group," Mackintosh's voice on the other side of the cellphone yanked me out of my thoughts, "I'm not saying this Confederation is a mafia but it would be best to show nothing but respect until we've the influence to cut them loose."</p><p> </p><p>

Oh right, and of course there was the detail of your boss managing to get you into the biggest alliance of indy promotions in North America...</p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="vt8bC10.jpg" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/vt8bC10.jpg" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /><p>

<strong>The Confederation of the Territories</strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>

More and more Mackintosh was coming off like a damned magician to me, somehow using his clout and cash to get us a seat at the table with the big boys. He didn't really go into specifics but apparently he had connections to both Joaquin Soler of OLLIE and Troy Winner of 4C in Canada who managed to leverage the camaraderie their bookers had with FREEDOM Caribbean Wrestling's owner (and the current COTT World Heavyweight Champion), Puerto Rican Power to give us the vote of confidence that won over even the likes of old school stalwarts likes Larry Vessey and Sam Keith.</p><p> </p><p>

"Barely a week in business and we're made men," I observed aloud, "Should I invest in a suit?"</p><p> </p><p>

"Like I said it's not a mafia, and it's not WE, it's you, remember that on the books I'm merely an investor," Mackintosh reminded me, "Which reminds me, how are the contract talks coming along?"</p><p> </p><p>

"Good now that we have our product nailed down," I replied, looking over the small office Mackintosh's associates had lead me to.</p><p> </p><p>

"Ah, yes, I received it in your email..."</p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><img alt="BZdGk8x.png" data-src="https://i.imgur.com/BZdGk8x.png" src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/js/spacer.png" /></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>

"...an interesting combination," Mackintosh observed.</p><p> </p><p>

"I tried to strike the best balance between performance and star power I could," I replied, "We need to have the sizzle and the steak if people are going to start following an upstart like us. Traditionalists might turn up their noses at us copping ZEN's intergender formula, but it just adds to our appeal as something new."</p><p> </p><p>

"And the talent?" Mackintosh inquired.</p><p> </p><p>

"We've gotten deals hammered out with some pretty hot free agents, and our COTT connections have gotten us quite some interest from undercards around the country. I'll send you who we have right now over to you in an email..."</p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong>----ROSTER----</strong></p><p><strong>

</strong><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">TECNICOS</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">

Ariel Breaks</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">

Crazy Miguel</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">

Dr. Funkenstein</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">

Electric Dreamer</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">

Garry The Entertainer</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">

JOJI</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">

Sarah Taylor</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#0000FF;">

Simon Waves</span></strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p><strong>

</strong><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">RUDOS</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">

Bizarro</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">

Chess Maniac</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">

Deadly Deadshot</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">

Devious Doctor Fang</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">

Gemmei Oonishi</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">

Nathaniel Ca$ino</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">

Payaso Jr.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#FF0000;">

The Architect</span></strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>

"Who's Dr. Funkenstein?" Mackintosh asked.</p><p> </p><p>

"Me, I am," I replied, quickly sending him a picture of me in my new mask.</p><p> </p><p>

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<strong>Gonna own a lucha fed? Better look the part.</strong></p></div><p></p><p></p><p> </p><p>

"Ah, I see!" Mackintosh replied, "Well with all of this put together, how is our first card shaping up?"</p><p> </p><p>

-----------------------------</p><p> </p><p>

</p><div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong>FIERCE ACTION LUCHA LIBRE PRESENTS:</strong></p><p><strong>

FLIGHT FOREVER!</strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p><strong>

Main Event Tag Match!</strong></p><p><strong>

DEVIOUS DOCTOR FANG & THE ARCHITECT VS SIMON WAVES & JOJI</strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p><strong>

DR. FUNKENSTEIN VS DEADLY DEADSHOT</strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p><strong>

SWEET SENSATIONS (Ariel Breaks & Sarah Taylor) VS LOS PAYASOS DE TERROR (Bizarro & Payaso Jr.)</strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p><strong>

ELECTRIC DREAMER VS GEMMEI OONISHI</strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p><strong>


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<p><strong>DEVIOUS DOCTOR FANG & THE ARCHITECT</strong> VS SIMON WAVES & JOJI</p><p> </p><p>

<strong>DR. FUNKENSTEIN</strong> VS DEADLY DEADSHOT</p><p> </p><p>

<strong>SWEET SENSATIONS (Ariel Breaks & Sarah Taylor)</strong> VS LOS PAYASOS DE TERROR (Bizarro & Payaso Jr.)</p><p> </p><p>

ELECTRIC DREAMER VS <strong>GEMMEI OONISHI</strong></p><p> </p><p>


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Think Dr Fang is the most useful in this match. Although Waves could become something, I think JOJI is holding him back here


I'll give the Funkmeister the W here but Deadshot could be a major heel if given the push

SWEET SENSATIONS (Ariel Breaks & Sarah Taylor) VS LOS PAYASOS DE TERROR (Bizarro & Payaso Jr.)

These two have more of a gimmick which gives them the edge


Not quite sure who Gemmei Oonishi is, so Dreamer gets the W


Think these two fit the mold of a tag team better than the other two

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Ah, now this should be interesting!


I like that this is starting in 2017 instead of 2016. My guess is this roster is going to change a lot once you get your feet under you.


Main Event Tag Match!


I don't have a good feeling here either way. I like that The Architect is getting put in the main event right away, but that doesn't mean I'm confident in picking him.



Who better to push than yourself? :)


SWEET SENSATIONS (Ariel Breaks & Sarah Taylor) VS LOS PAYASOS DE TERROR (Bizarro & Payaso Jr.)

Breaks and Taylor are good young wrestlers, but they need some time before they can really be anything for you.



Depending on her destiny roll, Dreamer can end up as a star for you. Oonishi shouldn't have any popularity in the US, so losing here won't hurt her.



I can't decide if CA$INO and Maniac are here to put over younger talent, or be stars for you. Garry the Entertainer can be a comedy fixture for you, but I'll say that's coming down the line.

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