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When he heard the new that his favorite masked wrestler might be going batshit, Elzo was kinda cool with it. It just meant that Don Diablos was that much more the total badass of badasses. Was he wasn't cool with was all the hate. So the dude got a little more violent then normal? Bid deal, it was still totally badass. s**t wasn't so serious.
However, after a brief phone chat with Emily, high priestess of all things pro masked wrestling did Elzo realized, it was go time. Haters were going to hate, but bitches be all up protesting and calling the man a monster? Aw hell naw. Wrestling fans were like football fans. Once they had a side they stuck with it. So when Emily told him of a counter protest to back the Don, he was over that s**t like a brah over a keg. It was a BYOMC. Bring-your-own-metal-chair event. And as Elzo got off the bus, (he knew how fights got, he was so not bringing his car to this place), he suddenly felt very undersized.
Apparently metal chair did not mean the pansy a** fold out stool. Even if the stool was totally metal.

Emily, for her small size, was someone Elzo considered a force of nature. At least where the Don was concerned. She may have been tiny, but at the match where he had first encountered the magic that was masked wrestling, Elzo discovered she was perhaps, one of the most powerful beings on the face of the planet. A force that he dared not mock nor challenge. So when she gave him a look of disappointment, Elzo only felt shame. Emily had shown him the magic, initiated him into the fold of the fandom, and here he was, failing to live up to the name of Don Diablos.
Such a failure he was intent on never making again.
"Glad to be here Miss Em. I see our..." He frowned. Avenger fans. Oh he might have been a senshi, but being a pansy in the world of wrestling? There was no forgiveness for that sin. The frown deepened as he saw the true call to concerns. Traitors. Haters. "Aggressors have take up arms." He made a note to punch a few of them. They being some of the guys that had said he wasn't a fan and totally was just a poser. Who was the poser now? "I guess this can be thrown, I'll probably just grab whatever is laying around in the end." It didn't occur to him that acts of aggression could land him in jail.
This was about wrestling. About loyalty.
"Give me the run down. What are we looking at? My guess is that those..." did he say it? "Traitors, are calling for blood."

So, the rumors were true, his newly called brothers of Don Diablos had taken sides. The wrong side however. The man had won the belt fair and square, Now they wanted to tear it from him? Absurdity! Blasphemy! Elzo look at Emily and then at the crowd. He made a face at them, but refrained from making a crude figure gesture. One guy however made one at his face. Elzo made a mental note to deck that guy later. "I'm a bro Emily. And we don't abandon our bros. Bros don't abandon the Don."

The ripple in the crowd made Elzo tense up, maybe it was those street fight he used to be a part of. Maybe it was from being a senshi. Or maybe it was hive mind. The wave of motion got Elzo on edge. The chair Emily offered was taken with pride. He was an officer now. A real member of the club. Proud moment, oh happy da-

The sliver of the chair in the sky. Everyone watch it fall, dead silent. One chair? It was side stepped, clinging and clanging harmlessly on payment. A moment of death quiet. Then.
"FOR THE AVENGER!" A rather burly looking man in his 40s ran forward, a wicker chair in his hand. But it was enough. Both crowds surged forward.


The Battle of the Belt had begun.

Metal folding chair; ten bucks. Duct tape to keep the chair from opening mid swing; found it in the garage. A chance to join Elzo and a friend of his in a free for all fight; never to be passed up. He had been running a bit late, but caught sight of Elzo just as the lone chair took flight into the air.

It was lovely really, the way it turned so slowly, alone in the air free of gravity before hitting the ground like a hammer to a bell in a boxing match. Suddenly the crowds shifted, they came at each other, some women in a purple mu-mu was falling over as a girl beside Elzo dropped her from the back of the knees.

Oh shi-

"Elzo GET DOWN," even as he shouted the order he was running up behind his bro chair held by the legs side ways so it could cut through the air, it was with that cut that Sorrin would take a whack at a fellow with a very impressive beer belly who thought it would be cool to try and smash Elzo from the side. "Who's your lady friend today Elzo? She has a might nice swing going there!"

Varete had been passing by when she noticed the giant riot happening.

"Don Diablos..?" She echoed, vaguely recalling someone mentioning him or other. A glance around revealed a raging war between the fans of Don Diablos and the Angelic Avenger. Some of the protesters were armed with picket signs protesting the revocation of Don Diablo's federation belt, while others claimed he earned it fair and square.

By armed, she meant armed. Calling for blood, the protesters were beating the s**t out of each other with chairs and whatever else they could find.

Idly, she observed the battle with curiosity. "Ooh." She winced as she watched one woman go down. And who stood in front of her was none other than Emily Moffat. But it was obvious the battle was not over yet. A blond man emerged from behind her to strike her from the behind. To Varete's surprise, she found herself abruptly punching the man out with her bare hands.

"Owww." She groaned, shaking the poor bruised fist. It appeared as if she had joined the fight after all.