Rey has one hand on the steering wheel, leaning back. He looks over at PKA quick. "Trust me holmes, you deserve this!" Rey looks forward through the windshield. The skies are clear and it isn't very windy, so they keep the top down. Rey grins, "Ese, this is gonna be a night you'll neva fuget, trust me. Maaan, you need to check out some of the FINE ASS honies here in Cali. The mami's are hot holmes! I'm tellin' ya."
PKA laughs. "Hell yeah man, anything to get my mind off of..Ash.. and all the other crap that's been happening. I'm not even going to worry about The Mainstreamer. I mean, our match is..." PKA pauses.
Rey makes a quick look over to PKA then back forward again. "What's up?"
PKA tilts his head, looking down. "Well, I just thought about it.. its for the NWO title man. Shouldn't I be preparing more?"
Rey shakes his head, "Trust me vato, you can't prepare for this. Even if you tried, you'd be too stressed out to do shit ese. The Mainstreamer can have his title for now but we all know who's gonna hold onto it after Malice."
Rey points over at PKA with his free hand. PKA grins and looks up at Rey before checking out some of the girls as they pass by. "Perfection Kicks Ass. Too bad The Mainstreamer hasn't quite caught on yet. He just don't get it Rey, that I'm not playing games. He still sees me as a little kid. I'm 19 years old.. I may still be a teenager but I'm a damn good wrestler. You've seen me in the ring, you know what I can do. He's seen me too, I'm sure of it. What's his deal?"
Rey shrugs, "He's an idioto, Grade!" Rey laughs. PKA does too and agrees by slapping hands with Rey, "Bet, bet. He's totally out of the loop man, I'm confused at his stupidity. How could the NWO have a man like The Mainstreamer representing it? He talks down about Darren and WoW about how difficult they are having getting off the ground lately, but can't the same be said about the NWO? Sure, quite a few stars are here, but honestly, who is really happy to be in the presence of the NWO Champion today? If a kid walked up to two men, myself and The Mainstreamer- He'd choose for me to give him an autograph. The Mainstreamer isn't.. well.. mainstream enough. He thinks nothing else matters but himself. The same thing, at one time, could've been said about me because it's probably true, but now its different. The Mainstreamer thinks he can get away with anything, and I can tell you one thing he WON'T get away with, and that's a win on Malice."
Rey nods his head. He then pulls up to a club where all outside there is a long line of people waiting. Most of them are all young adults waiting to get into one of the hottest clubs in San Diego. Rey and PKA get out of the car. Rey motions for PKA to follow him, "Come on holmes, I gots me some connections here."
PKA agrees and he walks with Rey past the long line of people. They all yell at them as they seem to be cutting in front. "Tough crowd, huh? Wonder what's wrong with them.." PKA says jokingly. Rey responds, "Hmm.. no clue!"
PKA doesn't hesitate, he follows Rey. Rey stops at the bar and holds up two fingers. PKA turns to Rey and gets close so he can hear him. "Come here often, heh?"
"You could say that." Rey replies. The bartender brings over two margaritas and he hands one to PKA. Rey takes his and they walk through some doors. When they get in, the crowd is less populated, and there are a lot of girls. There is a stage directly in front of them where two girls dance together, now topless as the two bras come flying PKA and Rey's way. Rey turns to PKA, PKA turns to Rey. Rey grins and sort of laughs, PKA slaps his hand, "Perfect..no pun intended." Rey pats him on the back, "Told ya holmes! Come on, let's go, there's plenty more of that to come!"
They continue on into the crowd of lovely ladies. PKA checks out a few as does Rey. PKA begins to talk to one certain one and Rey goes off on his own to fish for his own mamacita. The scene fades to black.
The scene opens up late at night, about 10:30pm, about an hour after PKA and Rey Valiente left the training facility. After going home and getting freshened up, PKA and Rey are now cruisin' in Rey's
colorful, jam packed low rider downtown.
Rey talks to the bouncer for a few seconds and then slaps hands with him as he lets them pass. The crowd gets even more angry, but Rey just smiles and motions for PKA to come along. They get inside of the club and strobe lights are going wild, the music is loud as can be, enough to blast your ear drums to bits. There is a large population of hispanics, male and female, in the club, but the varieties of people vary. PKA checks out a hot latina as he passes. She dances with another guy and has a short ass shirt on showing most of her mid-drift, and her pants are tight as hell. PKA turns around at her and walks backwards checking her out. She notices, and winks at him. He gives her the 'whats up' nod, and Rey grabs him and pulls him back so he faces forward. "Yo man, chill out. We got some muy caliente mamacitas waiting for us in the back. Vamos."