{Fade up. The scene opens up with a shot Esteban Mansion down south in Florida.It's a nice view of the building, standing there right next to the beach, with a long stairway down to the sand, a big terrace with swimming pool looking at the ocean and a rather big house, all hidden between palm trees and other plants. The sun stands high in the sky and the light is filling the scene with a fresh and happy look. The scene fades into the house where a young lady, Cecilia, is standing in the kitchen, talking on her cellphone. She spots the camera and motions for them to go to the living room. We zoom around and we finally see the Latin Lover sitting on his white couch, watching a tape of the latest NAWA shows. He writes down little things about different wrestlers and every now and then a little smile creeps across his face or he shakes his head in disbelief. He stops the tape and leans over to talk to the camera.}

Esteban: Welcome, NAWA fans, here in my home. Well, a couple of days ago you were already on the beach right in front of my house, but now you can see how the Latin Lover really lives. You may ask, why the big house? How can a wrestler, although he is successful and well off, afford a house like this? Well... {whispering and pointing towards Cecilia} her mom is VERY rich!

Hehe. Just kidding. Well, anyhow, as you might have seen, I took notes on most of the wrestlers in the NAWA in order to prepare myself for what is to come. I mean, it's more than obvious that the NAWA management puts a lot of trust into my abilities, and I won't dissapoint them. They hired me to take the competition to the next level, and well, here I am, doing what I am supposed to do.

It was only yesterday that I stepped into a steel cage with a good friend, a World Champ, and three enemies. Yes, I showed them what I am made of, and yes I came close to winning the World Title, but a couple of people don't want to see me have success. Yes, I'm talking about the UNTOUCHABLES. Well, you think you are untouchable, HA! You are a bunch of morons, my personal pick for the annual NAWA Moron Of The Year Award!

I haven't even started making your life a living hell! Commish Country, my challenge still stands, you and one of your moronic partners, preferably Mr. T, I mean P, against the team of the Revo and the Latin Lover! On Wednesday, on the PPV, on a House Show, on the street, I don't care, I just want to shove my foot so far up your ass that you can lick your own crap off my boot when it comes back out of your mouth!

And oh yeah, you think you can come down to my matches, assigned yourselves the referees, DQing me for being attacked by the ref, DQing my friend for politely asking you to count in NORMAL speed, well, think again, I'm the Latin Lover, nobody screws with me, or I'll screw you back... BIG TIME!

Come to think of it, don't you have a match this Sunday? Hm.

On another note, I have a match myslef, and looky there, it's an Intercontinental Title match! Well, well, well. Tampa. A woman. Well, you know what, I don't care if I have to fight a man, a woman, a dog, a frog or even the Commish! I just don't care, they're all the same! And well, the toughest woman is on my side anyway. Cecilia over there is a former wrestler and we have fought great battles, all in the name of entertainment, back in the day when the Latin Lover was one of those real bad guys, you know.

Revo almost beat you, well, he HAD you beat but then your schmuck buddies decided that it would be so much fun to have Revo lose against a woman. Oh well, I admit, I have been defeated by a woman before, and that woamn stand right there, and she's on my side, and I know that when the time is right she will do whatever necessary to make sure that she is the only woman who got the best of me. Wow, can it get any more dodgy than that? Oh well.

Listen, Tampa, you are one of them, one of those Unbelievable Lowlifes, and that evokes a couple of feelings inside of me. The feeling of having to puke my brains out for example. And the feeling to take your face, rub it into the mud and then take a picture of dirty you and send it to your mom, with a note lying rext to it saying 'Don't fuck with the Latin Lover'.

This Sunday, Tampa, woman or not, I'm ready to kick some ass and break some bones!

Now, can you excuse me for a sceond, I have some research to do.

{Esteban continues to watch the tape when suddenly two gorgeous blondes enter the ring. They start to grapple and Esteban lets out an 'Oops, I did it again' and fast forwards the tape. 'That's not the NAWA'. We leave the house with a last shot of the Latin Lover looking as innocent as possible as Cecilia sits down next to him, bringing him a nice glass of... Cuba Libre! Fade out.}