El Lobo makes a challange (Open)

"I'll deny that pendejo, the honor." El Lobo mutters as he wanders along the backstage corridors.
"Leon, that vato is loco..to deep with the suit. But, he is the GM." The Latino man continues as he makes his way to the garage and his crimson red Chevy Camaro 327 hardtop. He runs the hand over the hood and the painting of a woman in a yellow top upon it. After a moments thought he pulls up a cellphone and dails a number.
"Hola Vato, its El Lobo homie. See, I'm thinking..Having put down your VGM Kaluani, and then shown that there is no El in Dutch language...I figured.." El Lobo coughs softly.
"I want, your dawg homie..No Jeffe, the suit, bro.. Madra Dios..Anthony homie, I want him in the ring Jeffe..so what, we cool?"
"Reason?"
El Lobo scratches his chin and chuckles as he sits down upon the hood of his ride, making sure he does not sit upon the image of that yellow topped woman painted upon his hood.
"The Vato messed with mi Mamacita..I'm Chicano homie..Thats reason enough.."

(El Lobo, your next match will be on the Wed show, so I have moved the rp here, )

The scene changes to Leon Hearts office, Leon is seated in a black leather sofa which is so big it almost engulfs him, he appears deep in thought, after a few seconds he speaks

Leon: "Listen, Listen Mr..er I mean El Lobo, I can't just authorise a match with you and Richard...Yes I understand that but he doesn't even have a wrestling license...well no we don't want you doing that, lets keep everything in the ring yes?..hold on a moment

Leon sits up in his chair, for a few seconds he twiddles his thumbs as he throws some ideas around in his head, then in a split second his eyes light up.

Leon: "Okay, I have a proposition for you...how about this...on wednesday night you and me in a match for the ages....wait that's not it you haven't heard the conditions yet...listen to this...I win and you forget about wanting to beat on Mr Anthony...Yes I know but listen, you win and you will automatically be one of the four contenders for the world title!...."

The camera returns to El Lobo sitting upon the hood of his Camero.
El Lobo: To get this clear jeffe..I can't fight whom ever -Richard- represents, due to him being your cuz.
El Lobo spits on the ground and shakes his head.
El Lobo: Ok ok, vato...Soo I need to give up my honor, and forgive -Richard- for putting me in the slammer..For messing with my Mamacita..and defeat you to even get a titleshot?
The Latino chuckles and shakes his head once again.
El Lobo: That is just fucked up holmes...That is Loco..I give you a deal...I fight you..I get my titleshot, and that little runt of a red coat vato, gets a free pass..But I want that titleshot, and assurance, that your DOG wont mess with me or mi Chica..deal?

One more time the camera is back with Leon, he is now standing up, looking out of his office window, looking out onto a stunning waterfront backdrop.

Leon: "Ok OK! I hear you, erm hommie? How about this, we have a match, you win or lose, you become one of the four contenders to become the first ever UNWA MemberState World Champion, on the condition you will stop your 'harrasment' of Mr Anthony...Oh and how about this for a sweetner...as an extra incentive to make sure you are at your best, if you win your match, I will make sure your 'girlfriend' takes up the second of the four title places up for grabs...how does that sound?"

El Lobo: "Vato.......your on."