El Lobo is sitting on the hood of his car, with a bottle of water in his left hand. Dark thoughts seems to occupy his brooding mind, as he sits there in solitude.
After a moment he brings up a cellphone and dials a number before he brings it to his ear.
"Buenos Dias Vato, its me...Yeah it's on..Last time he cost us the title..and I dont care what Leon says..That Pendejo wants the title for himself...He'll try something, so have the boys ready...Keep Richie Rich and his fuckers away from the ring when it happends."
He pauses for a moment, listening to whom ever he speaks with on the other end of the line.
"No, lock him up in his office, I dont care...I'm facing mi mamacita, so this needs to be a fair fight...He sent that Alexis chica to the Hospital holmes...take no chances...Just make sure he is not hurt.."
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