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The air inside the Destiny City Coliseum was tense with excited expectation as multitudes of pro-wrestling fans crowded into the packed stands. Tonight was the night of the DC Destroyers: Ultimate Showdown Extreme semi-final, and it was wall-to-wall mullets, beer bellies, and impressive busts straining from tiny t-shirts. Plenty of ladies had shown up to the event as well, including one small maid who had just finished removing some nameless pathetic fool from her "special seat." The man really should have known better than to mess with a member of the Don Diablos fanclub. With a small sniff, Emily adjusted her fanclub pin, straightened her apron, and sat down with a prim dignity.

Well, an attempt at dignity that was somewhat marred by the high flush on her cheeks and the not-quite contained excitement that had her practically vibrating in her seat. Don Diablos was only one victory away from crushing that idiotic Angelic wrestler in the finals, and Emily was going to be watching close enough to get hit by actual blood spatter. This would be, quite possibly, the best night ever.

So intent on staring into the ring, silently willing things to get started already, Emily nearly missed the young man's excellent conversation skills. Noticing his hand with a start, she quickly grabbed it before pausing, trying to recall what was said. Elzo...first time...advice? Ah! Advice! She could do that! In fact, there was probably no better qualified person in the arena. He must have pretty good instinct to realize that right away.

"I'm Emily Moffat, pleased to make your acquaintance...ah..." Her voice tapered off as she realized she still held his hand in a rather...challenging grip. The kind of grip usually shared between two guys thinking about hitting each other's face. Repeatedly.

Ah. She really hadn't meant to do that. What if he took it as a challenge? He would want to fight her. They would miss the main event.

Carefully releasing his hand, Emily cleared her throat, ignoring her flush of embarrassment. She looked away for a moment, thinking, and then stared directly up at the boy. "Excellent job Mr. Elzo, you've passed the first test of Don Diablos. Bienvenidos al Infierno," she lied flatly. "I will take you as my disciple."

In actuality the first test involved hot coals. Emily couldn't help but feel a little guilty over this misrepresentation.

"You..." Emily began, pleased at the boy beside her, "...have good sense. To ask about Don Diablos is an excellent first step, Initiate! But before that you must witness his passionate violence which never turns its back. And behold his magnificently efficient brutality with the eyes of your soul." By this point, the maid's eyes were blazing with excitement at the prospect of it, but a moment later she visibly deflated. "Before that, there's a couple of other events." Lesser events. Not that she didn't plan to enjoy the first few bouts. But. Well. Those fighters simply weren't her hero and idol. And neither would they be Mister Elzo's idol, if she had any say in it.

But she said she would guide him, and guide him she would! Opening her program decisively, she scanned it quickly, and was pleased to see there were only two fights before the main event. "The first fight is usually less violent than what follows. It's more to get people excited for the upcoming bloodshed. Like a..." She thought a moment, trying to come up with a suitable description of it's purpose. "...a fight salad, to stir the appetite!" Internally, she gave herself a thumbs-up. Excellent analogy, Emily!

"They usually have woman and/or little people for the starter, and hmmm...this week it's Candy Kane..."

One corner of the arena was suddenly lit up, and the song 'I Want Candy' began to play as a woman in a small, latex Santa outfit began walking toward the ring. Fans began waving giant candy canes furiously in the air.

Unphased and unblinking, Emily continued, "...and the Twisted Sister."

The opposite side was lit up as well now, and a strange vision of a nun wearing way too much spandex and way too little anything else began stalking down the aisles. Fists pumped in the air, clutching rulers, and the chant of "DISCIPLINE! DISCIPLINE!" filled the air.

Considering the two women, fast approaching the ring, Emily looked up at Mister Elzo, and confided, "The Sister's tough, but Miss Kane is much more flexible. It looks like it will be a straightforward bout. Sometimes they add an extra element to the fights." The girl couldn't keep the admiration she felt out of her voice. To make a fight an even greater challenge? Amazing!

"Last week was tapioca."