“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m Jerry ‘the King’ Lawler.”

“And I’m your announcer Jim Ross.”

“And I,” Announced a portly man with wild black hair and a nasty mustache as he hopped onto a table, revealing he was dressed in little more than a red cape and baby blue pants, “Am Ignacio. But you all may better know me as the famed wrestler,” He then took a deep breath before bellowing out “NAAACHOOOO! The one who defeated Ramses with the powers of an Eagle and the will of the orphans on my side.”

“Yeah, that’s great, now get your ass down.” JR then tugged on his pants and made him fall down on the floor square on his behind.

“Anyways,” King said and got the commentary back in proper shape, “Today on our special match we’ve got an international competition between our own WWE Superstar versus a so called ‘hero’ as brought to here by the good folks at AAA.”

“Well shoot, I knew those guys were great at cars but now they’re getting into wrestling? Them folks really are industrious!”

“Not Triple A, JR, AAA. Basically it’s their version of the WWE.”

“Yes,” Announced Nacho who was now back in his seat and straightened out. “The great organization of the AAA has endorsed and supported many great wrestlers of our time, and is even responsible for supplying the WWE with our best and brightest.”

“Like Konnan?”

Nacho then wiped away immediately forming sweat drops of nervousness from his forehead. “Yes, well, um, Konnan who? I don’t know this Konnan. Who is this Konnan that you speak of? Anyways, we should get on with the show? I think that’s agreed. Iseverybodyonboard?Yes?Okay,letsstarttheshow!”

While JR and King were recoiling from their nervous guest, the pyrotechnics up the ramp blew as the familiar face of the WWE appeared at a trotting pace. She waved to the cheering crowds with a hoof as she passed down and was soon enough at the entrance to the ring. With no flair whatsoever, she nonchalantly entered the ring and entered the well tested squared circle.

“Here tonight from parts unknown, the workhorse of the WWE, Twilight Sparkle!”

With her usual brief yet ceremonious introductions out of the way, what was left was for the other wrestler to appear. The lights darkened and Twilight guessed that her opponent was likely more flashy than she.

“And here tonight from parts unknown, la trabajador cabello de AAA, El Amarillo y Rosa Amigo De Mexico!”

With that the lights brightened to their usual hew and somber tones began to play. This was all accompanied by the appearance of some sort of superman who’s muscles rippled with each step and were visible through the yellowed leather long-johns that her opponent was wearing. His hands were cupped together as he swiftly yet carefully strode towards the ring as fast as possible, as though embarrassed with the whole affair. Although it could be more likely be because of his bizarre looking long pink hair.

“El Amarillo Y Rosa Amigo De Mexico? You wanna translate for us there Chalupa?”

“Come on, JR, you might only have a Texas level education but surely you understand The Yellow and Pink Friend of Mexico?”

“Si,” Nacho affirmed, “Mr. King is right, our wrestler is indeed named such thanks to her trainer, Apache, who could not choose a name more apt. Thanks to his training and guidance, though, she has risen to the top and made a name for herself all across the Latin nations.”

“Well shoot, things look like Twilight here might finally have a real match for once.” JR said with glee.

The wrestler, as though self-conscious with every action, climbed into the ring nervously and squared off against Twilight. She herself was cautious, but curious as to if her reputation preceded her as being undefeated up to this point.

“N-Nice to meet you.” Her opponent said in a voice of absolute masculinity that did not fit the shyness exuded from him.

Though on the edges of her hooves, Twilight offered a similarly friendly greeting. “Nice to meet you too, sir. I hope we’ll have a good match tonight.”

“Oh, I don’t like fighting, sorry. But I really can’t lose or else I won’t be able to get back home. I need to get back home, my friends are probably worried sick about me.”

“Really? I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m also in a similar situation. Hopefully you can go back to your friends at your own wrestling group after you talk with your manager.”

“I’m sorry, but for my friends I can’t lose.” The shyness began to slide away as the wrestler now assumed a more significant, albeit likely faux, stance of dominance that towered above Twilight.

“Well then you leave me with no other option!” Twilight took her own battle mode as well and spread her wings and braced herself to no reaction from her opponent.

“Looks like the wrestlers are ready,” Nacho shouted and rang the bell.

Ready for the other one to make the first strike, they circled about the ring once before Twilight finally lunged in a tackle at the luchadore! However, he was not fazed and managed to grapple with the horse with surprising dexterity and got it into a forward-facing headlock. Twilight knew this was prime DDT position, and so she thrashed wildly to try and escape from such a hold.

The luchadore held fast and kept a strong grip and with some effort managed to lift Twilight by the neck and slam her behind himself in what was a very dangerous vertical suplex. Only a few wrestlers have a spine strong enough to withstand such a substantial blow, and she was lucky not to have been internally decapitated.

The luchadore released Twilight and she was back on her feet soon enough, squared off against the powerful foe. It was clear that with such speed, precision, and power, she wouldn’t win in a head-on fight. So she switched to using what her opponent clearly didn’t have, wings, and took the skies to prepare for a diving blow.

Twilight’s achieved decent height before she stopped mid-flight to dive at the luchadore, only to find that he was hovering in the air right next to her!

“Um, I do not believe gravity works this way. I should know, I fell off a cliff.”

“How’d that happen? Were you such a dangerous wrestler that you had a house on a cliff so you could always live on the edge?”

“What? No, that’s silly. I learned from the gypsies that I could eat an eagle egg to gain its powers. I still can’t fly as well as these two wrestlers!”

Without a mind for the commentary from the announcer’s table, Twilight herself reached the conclusion that she was rather distraught with the idea that a human, without wings, was flying right in front of her. Maybe he was just so mad buff that he was capable of exerting his huge-power on gravity?

“No! Why are you flying?”

“W-Well you’re doing it too.”

“No, you’re not allowed to fly!” Twilight said and then flew behind the luchadore. “You’re grounded!” She then grappled the waist of her opponent to get him in prime German Suplex position, but the wrestler was more capable than most and was able to effectively struggle, throwing Twilight off balance and preventing her wings from being effective. Together, Twilight and the luchadore spiraled out of control and eventually slammed mutually into the ring.

“What an impact! I hope Twilight’s still okay!” Shouted King from the announcer’s table. The referee in the ring, though not a participant in the massive fall, was stunned and hardly knew how to call the match. Neither of the wrestlers were getting up!

After a few moments of baited breaths from everyone in the arena and at home, the bodies of the two warriors began to arise, beaten and bruised and hardly able to effectively combat one another. They still persisted on, and walked towards one another in a futile effort to fight. La Amarillo let go with a weak punch to Twilight’s jaw, and Twilight retaliated by dully attempting another tackle against the swole luchadore.

The luchadore grappled against Twilight and tried to roll her over, but could not muster the strength necessary to accomplish this. Twilight, however, managed to nudge at her opponents legs and drop him onto his back, leading her to take advantage of the position and secure the pin.

The referee slid to be prone and ensure her shoulders were pinned and he began to slap the mat. “One, two, three!” And upon the final numerical exclamation the bell rang leaving Twilight the winner!

“That’s my guy, I knew he would win!”

“Aye, today is a sad day as the amigo of all of Mexico has lost.” Nacho bowed his head in defeat.

Twilight crawled out of the ring and up the rant amidst a roar of encouragement from the fans. She turned back to see a rotund man wearing an elaborate feather headdress approach the fallen pink-haired luchadore. She could not hear what was said, but she understood when the luchadore received a thumbs up from his ally.

And then the most bizarre thing happened. The man in the headdress got up on the shoulders of the luchadore and they both started flying away. Twilight returned to her room more confused than ever.

Author's Note

Are there more Lucha Libre fanfictions on this site?
What will happen to Flu- El Amarillo Y Rosa?
Did Twilight legit see a Native South American dude fly on the shoulders of a large muscular luchadore?

Only time will tell!