The scene opened up in AT&T center in San Antonio, Texas. The camera panned around the full house, where EBWF fans held their signs up in the air, cheering their lungs out for their favorite superstars. The EBWFtron soon lit up to display what looked like a locker room, a luxurious one at that.
Leather furnishings and an expensive looking glass table in the center of the room. A Bucket full of ice with a champagne bottle rested on top of the table. Along the bucket, couple of crystal cups and delicious looking snacks: Shrimp, caviar... And of Course... Nachos. A chubby, greasy haired man was staring at the table and its contents. He was wearing a black tuxedo as usual with a crooked bowtie and a clean white as snow button up shirt... He slowly approached the table, taking a step at a time, and looking at both sides before proceeding next to the table
His mouth watered, his eyes seemed glued on the snacks... He slowly reached out for one guacamole bathed, cheddar cheese dripping, jalapeno covered nacho... He brought it closer to his mouth, which opened slightly to receive the delicious looking treat.
"RICARDO!"
Startled, the professional ring announcer dropped the nacho, dumping all of it's delicious yet heavily staining ingredients on his white shirt. Disappointment on his face didn't last, as a look of shame invaded him once his employer, The Mexican Aristocrat, Alberto del Rio walked into the room wearing a black blazer, a black silk shirt and black pants, with black italian shoes; a black scarf over his shoulders was the icing on the cake of this fine attire... He led his personal assistant by the hand... The lovely Eve Torres, clad in a white dress which exposed her bronzed shoulders, her black framed glasses resting upon her perfect nose. They both seemed to be enjoying themselves as they walked through the door, after seeing what Ricardo was doing, Eve looked surprised, while Alberto seemed infuriated.
Ricardo Rodriguez: Perdón patrón! (Sorry boss!)
Alberto del Rio: What the hell Ricardo!
Ricardo Rodriguez: Pero se veían deliciosos! (But they looked so tasty!)
Alberto del Rio: Of course they do, Eve had them made for me! Idiota! Pendejo!
Eve didn't know much spanish, but she could see anger building up in his face, she held his arm.
Eve Torres: Berto... I don't mind if he has one nacho!
Alberto turned towards Eve, as he did, Ricardo smiled at the diva's comment and proceeded to grab a nacho, but his boss turned towards him.
Alberto del Rio: Qué te dije?!?!?! (What did I say!?!?!)
A startled Ricardo dropped a second cheese cramped nacho on his white shirt.
Eve Torres: Come on Alberto! Don't be so harsh on him! After all, he was the one who called us and told us he had big news for both of us regarding survivor series! Give him a break.
Ricardo smiled at Eve, snapping his fingers and looking boldly at Ricardo, before tilting his head towards the champagne bottle. Ricardo diligently uncorked the bottle and poured two bubbly cups champagne, handing them to Alberto, who handed a cup to Eve.
Alberto del Rio: Yeah! I almost forgot! Here's to an unforgettable Sunday Night for both of us Eve... The true beginning of our dominance in this dump.
Glass clinked as the cups gently touched each other, both the Aristocrat and the gorgeous Diva took a sip of the bubbly beverage. Ricardo tried to take advantage of the situation and grabbed a third nacho and tried to eat it. However, Alberto still stared at Eve but he gave Ricardo a hard series of pats on the back, causing him to drop it on his shirt, yet again.
Alberto del Rio: So Ricardo, old friend... Tell us about these good news! Is the Main event now a Triple Threat?
Eve Torres: Am I getting promoted to General Manager?
Ricardo looked at both of them.
Ricardo Rodriguez: Err... Not exactly.
The couple set their champagne down and looked at Ricardo, who had a nacho on his hand but due to both staring at him and three missed chances before, he set it back on the plate.
Alberto del Rio: You just took that with your fingers and you put it back? You're disgusting Ricardo! Spit it out already!
Ricardo nodded.
Ricardo Rodriguez: Ladies first... Eve! You've been... Named...
Eve Torres: Yes?
Ricardo Rodriguez: Part... Of the Survivor Series match!
Eve Torres: What? Who do I have to talk about in this place in order to make it clear that I AM NOT INTERESTED IN PHYSICAL CONFRONTATION?
Ricardo shrugged... Eve just snarled and Stormed off... Alberto walked behind her but Ricardo caught him by the shoulder.
Ricardo Rodriguez: Boss! I Haven't told you... At Survivor Series... It will be Alberto del Rio...
Alberto del Rio: Yes?
Ricardo Rodriguez: Against... Christian... And Evan Bourne...
Alberto del Rio: That's it!?!?!
Ricardo Rodriguez: Oh No! It is for the number one contendership for the Path To Glory title!
Alberto rubbed his forehead slowly...
Alberto del Rio: Let me get this straight... At Survivor Series, one of the biggest Pay Per View events of the year... Everyone gets an important match and I'm stuck with an Idiot I've beaten before and another idiot who I could beat with two arms around my back, for a shot at a guy who is worth a quarter of my net worth, has a quarter of my charisma and a quarter of my ring ability?
Ricardo Rodriguez: Well, if you put it that way....
Alberto flipped the crystal table over, shattering it into pieces, the snacks and the oh so delicious nachos fell on the floor. He stormed out of the room leaving Ricardo to clean up the mess, and without a taste of the Nachos.
Alberto paced back and forth in the background, already changed into his black and gold ring attire consisting of boots, trunks and a black scarf. In front of him, Michael Cole was standing with a microphone in hand.
Michael Cole: Ladies and Gentlemen, as Survivor Series strolls on and we see great match after great match I am accompanied by Alberto del Rio who is schedul...
Alberto's pacing ceased as he walked right into Cole's face, speaking straight into the mic.
Alberto del Rio: Listen, gringo perdedor! As you just said... My name is Alberto del Rio, and I have worked really hard to get what is rightfully mine in this place... But my efforts have been fruitless... Now I have been pitted against two stinking peasants, Christian and Evan Bourne... I have been here for nearly a year now... I have disposed all of my opponents, No one... NOT A SINGLE PERSON has escaped my Cross armbreaker... Yet, have I had a title shot? Have I had a main event? No... Now almost one year after, I get in a match with two losers, one who I have beaten soundly before... And another one who isn't even in my league... For a minor title held by another person who isn't in my league? Well... At least Jericho gave me the chance to kick these guys across their head so they can snap back into reality!
Michael Cole: Reality?
Alberto del Rio: Yes, reality Cole. You know, that place where you are a friendless idiot... That place where Christian is an injury prone guy past his prime, once deadweight from E&C, now deadweight for Rhyno... Evan Bourne, a guy who can't wrestle his way out of the sheets every day. I'm pretty sure kids love him for all the flips and monkey stuff he does around in the ring... I will make him flip tonight, flip, tumble, fumble... I will scramble his brains too, and when he least expects it, he will be within my grasp... And I will break his arm. I know it sounds harsh... I know it sounds personal... But it isn't. I have no personal business with Christian or Evan Bourne... They're just in my way, fighting for something I don't believe in... The Path To Glory Championship belt? One has to be too delusional to follow paths to glory... I... Alberto del Rio... I walk and I make my own Path to Glory... I don't need a belt to be considered the best in this business... May I say: The real best in the world!
Michael Cole: So what you are saying is... You are not interested in the Path To Glory Championship?
Alberto del Rio: Don't turn things around Cole... Simply Put: The Path To Glory Championship IS NOT enough for me. That doesn't mean I will not enjoy showing the EBWF Universe what I am made of... Or more importantly what those stinking perros are lacking... I will shine light on their lack of talent and their lack of cojones... Because their lack of style and charisma is quite evident!
Michael Cole: Do you expect any external factor to favor you during this match? You know, Christian fell out with Rhyno last week on Warf...
Alberto del Rio: I come from a country with the BEST DAMN soap operas ever... Why would I be aware of any drama Christian and Rhyno had? Besides, you know I am a fair man, on a constant quest for justice... Ricardo Rodriguez will be at ringside, watching over for everything to be the way is is meant to be... And that is, Alberto del Rio Becoming the number one contender for ther lousy title...
