Victor And Valentino: No Further Purpose

The Three Mascaritas

Victor had enjoyed his time at the Libre ring. He defeated any Luchador in his way and was looking forward to a rest. However, as he neared the apartment next to the stadium, three more masked Luchadors appeared out of nowhere from behind him.
One was red with blue decals, another was white and purple and had a pony tail, and one was a dark green flea.

"Wait just a minute!"

Victor realized in surprise,

"Rikochet?! Buena Girl?! The Flea?!
W-what are you doing here?! It's been years since you were last on the network!"

"Yup", Buena Girl replied, "About a decade and a half more specifically".

"The years had been kinda slow for The Flea to comprehend", Added The Flea, "We were in some of the cameo layoffs by the network, taken part in being board of consultants for other shows, and being victim to creepy FanFiction".

"So what's a star like you doing here in this city rather than your home at Monte Macabre?" Asked Rikochet.

Victor sighed, "It's because Val doesn't depend on me anymore".

The trio was shocked!

"But you two are family!" Exclaimed Rikochet, "And that's part of what being a true Luchador is all about!"

"You mean a family that just shrugged off my sacrifice and never came back for me?" Victor grunted,
"I had the responsibility to help my step brother out ever since the day he joined the familia! But he had other hobbies and was always too safe with others, always getting himself into trouble and I had to come to his aid! And he even stayed that way after I saved him and one of his friends from a crumbling house! So that's why I left my town to come here. I have no further purpose with him nor with Monte Macabre! This is my new life now."

The mascaritas couldn't believe what they just heard from Vic. They never knew a character with such emotional pain since Jenny Perkins Of 129 Jefferson Way after her orphanage was destroyed. Victor's talk even made Flea lose his appetite. They respectfully decided not to respond to the reply.

"Now if you'll excuse me", Victor finished, "I'll be heading to my bedroom and preparing for tomorrow".

With that, he walked away from the trio and headed to the apartment. He got into his room, shut off the lights, and laid down on his bed. Some say he cried in his sleep, because of a dream he had that night.

Having his brother taken away so high up that he was out of reach. Vic's bed was wet from the tears he shed, but dried up under the warm blanket.

Little did he know that the power he wielded was starting to take over him.