First Round

Muffled cries, whimpers, and gags are the sounds that the Garcia Sisters are making as they are chain to a wall in a dark hallway on their knees as they are **** to suck pussies and dicks of The Prophets of ****.

"This is Ashley Cole from CAW here to do with an interview with the controversial tag team The Prophets of ****."

"Ahh!" All three team members moan at the same time with the Garcia Sisters crying as they drank up their tormenters'' cum.

"Excuse me."

All three Prophets turn and go to Ashley where they begin to circle the reporter, with eerie grins on their faces. There they start speaking in Spanish where yellow sick subtitles are seen below them.

["Ooh, fresh prey"] Bloody Mary says giggling.

["Good, I was getting tired with our previous victims. I was planning to toss them out in the trash."] Angelica replies.

["Go slow my whores and cherish what the dark gods has given us."] Señor Brujo replies.

"Um... hi." Ashley chuckles, "I'm Ashley Cole from CAW. I'm here to interview you. If I remember, Ms. McVan says you can't hurt me or any of the staff if you wanted to come back next year. As she really..." Ashley chuckles, "Can't afford to lose anymore staff so soon."

"Next...year?" Señor Brujo says in broken english as he stops with the sisters looking lost and confused. "Next yearrr?"

He then chuckles, " Si, next yearrr. We will be jherrre next yearrr. As us drrree indibuidally will take on dis tourrrnament ant ssows what de Mexican culturrre is all about. ****. Why do you dink ourrr people jhas sufferrret so much frrrom de Spaniss inbaderrrs, de grrringos, ant de carrrtels? Wherrre people jhas diet in ways dat not eben yourrr worrrse leaderrrs coult dink of. Arrre we currrset? No, we arrre blesset with de **** got of Santa Muerrrte! Ant next yearrr when we starrrt to take oberrr dis company we will jhonorrr jherrr with de grrreastest orrrgy of pain ant sufferrring de worrrlt jhas eberrr seen. Ant now dat Mexico is wherrre **** likes to play!"

The Prophets then chuckled as they push Ashley out of the way and alone with the three women who lie against the wall spent with cum leaking from their lips.

"Back to you guys." Ashley says with a weak smile. She then turns to the three women and then to the cameraman, "Um.. can we get some paramedics down here?"

The camera turns to the commentary table with Isabella fuming.

"Hmm, well those guys seem confident."

"Fuck that confidence and fuck them!" Isabella says standing up and looks at the camera, "Señor Brujo, punta, cabrón. Whatever you want to call yourself. You're wrong to think that our country is all about ****. There's so much about us then that. The festivals, the wildlife, our culture full of pride and love. The people. Oh dios mios the people!" Isabella says clutching her breasts, "Just because we have a government that just bends down and take it from thugs like the cartels doesn't mean we are just about ****. In fact Santa Muerrte, the one I know you're thinking about is a kind and smiling figure, not this Aztec god bullshit you think of. And if you think the Aztecs were nothing more than just bloodthirsty tyrants which I know you do then I bet you just pulled your whole philosophy from an American textbook. In fact, I bet under that mask you are nothing but a gringo posing as some dark, scary Mexican. Well, if you are we soon find out. Because if you or your mujerzuelas come into the ring. I will be there to stop you. Then we will see if our culture is about life or ****!"

"Strong words there, Isabella." Scot says gently putting his hand on his co-host arm and slowly pulling her down, "And I bet it will be something great to see. But first we have first round matches go to and first off with a woman we haven't see in a long time. So let's get going!"