A single white spotlight hits the stage, coalescing into a horned skull. As the string section of Caccini’s “Ave Maria” languidly starts to pour through the arena, so too does a fog pour over the stage, ramp, and ringside area. Through the fog, a lone figure stands, head bowed. She slowly raises her head, a bouquet of white roses in her hands, a black hooded robe flowing off of her body. Santa Muerte stares at the ring emotionlessly, her face painted in a Dia de Muertos sugar skull motif.
Without a sound, and seemingly without moving her legs, she starts to glide down to the ring through the fog, eyes kept forward. The crowd is slightly hushed, as she comes to the ring steps, climbing up and walking halfway down the apron. She stops, looks over the crowd, then steps through the ropes and into the ring, standing at the center, facing the hard cam. She pulls a single rose out of the bouquet, smelling it lovingly. She kisses the flower, and as she drops it to the mat, all the lights go out, save for a single white spotlight on the rose.
As the lights come back up, the robe and bouquet are gone, and Santa Muerte stands in her corner, her expression inscrutable.
- Sombrabomb [Tiger bomb]
- Naja de Sangre [buzzsaw kick]
- majistral cradle
- float-over DDT
- swinging neckbreaker
- fisherman's suplex
- dropkick variants
- stiff lariat
- various punch and kick combinations
Sean Boden is gone. The specter that hung over the heads of the Vice Squad has disappeared. But with him, he took the man to whom all three members looked to for guidance.
The death of Roberto Cortez, Jr. has not been taken lightly by the Vice Squad. His daughter has felt this wound harder than any physical pain she’s ever endured. Abandoning her father’s namesake, Marisol Cortez Walsh has taken up the mantle of Santa Muerte, a saint/deity worshipped in Mexico and starting to take root in the American southwest. Santa Muerte is death, the bringer of curses upon your enemies, and she blesses her children, be they poor migrant workers, or ruthless cartel leaders.
It is important to note that worship of Santa Muerte is considered heresy by the Catholic Church. Marisol is beyond such concerns. Now that her father is gone, the Church is far from her mind, an outdated institution that has brought her nothing.
Santa Muerte understands. Santa Muerte is the only truth. Everything dies. So, too, will the rest of the EWA.
Sangria is wrestling royalty. Marisol Cortez Walsh (nee Garcia Cortez) is the fourth daughter of Roberto Cortez, Jr., the second Sangria. After his first three daughters, Marisol became the son he never had. She had met Jared Walsh when they were training together, and much later, the two were married (the circumstances of this marriage are best left for another day).
When they moved to Boston, she had figured it was for Jared to be closer to the show. After her own lackluster run in OPW, she hadn’t considered getting into the ring again.
Until Sean Boden returned. Until he broke Lou’s arm.
There was no question that she would say yes. She had been training students in Purgatory before Jared came to the EWA. She was more than ready to get back in the ring. And now, she would get back in with the Vice Squad.
They would come back stronger. And they would take what once belonged to them.
* denotes a guest appearance in someone else’s RP
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