"How ridiculous, have they really run out of opponents for me to face?" Black Mask asked as he prepared for his match.
"This guy, did you ever face him in Mexico?" Black Maria asked nervously.
"If I did it don't remember. I could never remember an insignificant opponent such as him."
"Of course sir, how could you. It was a ridiculous question." Black Maria was constantly walking on eggshells around him afraid to say the wrong thing while always desperately trying to stay on his good side.
"I'll remind these fools who runs this organization." Black Mask said as he pushed the doors open to make his way to the ring.
Black Mask stood across the ring from his opponent. The match started as any other match of his would. With him completely and utterly dominating his opponent.
Esteban was lying on the ring, bloody and beaten. Black Mask took a break from the beating to taunt him and play to the crowd.
"How pathetic! How did a loser like you ever make it into MY ring?" Black Mask mocked.
"That's good. Over look me. Be certain that you've already won. That's, exactly what I was waiting for!" Esteban thought to himself as he laid on the mat.
As Black Mask was posturing for the crowd, Esteban rolled over and locked his legs under his arms and flipped him over onto his head.
"Mirage Driver!!!!"
Black Mask's head crashed into the canvas and he was momentarily knocked out as Esteban moved to secure the pin.
"1!"
"2!"
"I can't believe it! Esteban Sancho just knocked down Black Mask! Now he's covering for the pinfall! Could we have a new champion here tonight!" Ted said excitedly the crowd erupted with excitement for the first time of the night.
As the referee had his hand halfway down for the third count when Black Mask's threw his opponent off of and stood back up to his feet.
As he stood back up, Black Mask was pummeled with punches and kicks from Esteban.
"This is bad, the Mirage Driver seriously damaged Black Mask's equilibrium. He can't regain his balance so he's completely vulnerable right now." Night Queen said worriedly.
"What do you mean? The boss can't actually be about to lose is he? That's impossible!" Dark Mistress shouted.
"Watch your mouth! The Black King can't lose, don't be ridiculous! He has to win. He has to." Night Queen responded, though it seemed as if she was trying to convince herself more than the others.
Meanwhile, Esteban continued to pummel a seemingly defenseless Black Mask. "You made a mistake underestimating me. I'm not the same man you faced before in Mexico." He said as he continued his assault.
Suddenly, Esteban had his fist caught by Black Mask. "Why do you think a mere worm like you can speak to me? He doesn't remember you and neither do I." He said.
"He? What is he talking about?" Esteban thought.
Black Mask instantly squeezed his hand until it broke. As Esteban wretched back in pain, Black Mask crushed his throat with a chop. What followed was a severe beating that left Esteban as a bloody pulp. However, the match did not end there.
"Since you had the nerve to think that your pathetic skills could actually defeat me, I'll show you just how wrong you were by showing you just the smallest glimpse of my full power."
Black Mask brought Esteban into the corner of the ring. "It looks like Black Mask is going for his finisher, the Execution Drop. Wait a minute, that's not the Execution Drop!" Ted announced.
Instead of putting his opponent pressed over his head, Black Mask put his opponent on his shoulder in a typical powerbomb position while standing on the turnbuckle.
"That's the Black Moon Drop!"
"This is the first time we've seen that move since he's joined the SWF, but it's known as his most powerful technique." Bill added.
Black Mask jumped into the air and hit a sit out powerbomb from high up in the air. He crashed Esteban into the ring and easily held the unconscious man down for the three count.
With Black Mask's victory, the excitement in the arena was noticeably diminished. It was clear that the spectators in attendance had been hoping that Esteban would be able to pull off the upset.
"Why are you not cheering! Bow down and applaud your champion you worms!" Black Mask spat in a fury as he grabbed the microphone and looked at the crowd's dejected faces.
After the match, Triple P had a meeting with several of the other wrestlers about the situation with the Dark Dynasty.
"This is bad, Esteban seemed like our best chance since Black Mask overlooked him so much. We probably won't get another chance like that." King Mystery said. Most of the wrestlers started to feel like there was nothing they could do and some even considered leaving the company.
"Just wait a second you all. I have one more solution." Triple P told them. "I just need to make a phone call."
The next day, he made a call. On the other end of the phone was a man in a robe yawning as he was woken up by the phone call.
"Gokigen'yō, howaito masukudesu"