"GUERILLAS IN THE MIST" STARRING: EL GRINGO LOCO, EL PRINCIPE, & THE LOCO ARMY The night sky was clear and littered with stars. A hodge-podge of about ten of the world’s finest luchadores, men and women, masked and unmasked, wearing every color of the rainbow, were congregated under the moonlight, in a field of chili peppers on a farm in the outskirts of Mexico City, Mexico. They huddled around two masked men. One of them was in fairly good shape, about five foot ten and 226 lbs. The other looked like he had eaten too many churros and wore green army fatigues and black combat boots. One might mistake him for an overweight version of Che Guevara if it weren’t for the lucha mask and his pale, almost translucent skin. This was the man holding everyone’s attention. His name was El Gringo Loco. “This isn’t an invasion,” he told them. “It’s not a war. Once we get there, the outcome is sealed. This is the birth of the Loco Nation. This is us seizing control. What they have is rightfully ours. The world belongs to us. This is just the beginning.” Then everyone's attention was broken by a sound ringing out in the night. CRUNNNCCCHHHHH! El Gringo Loco looked up at the source of the noise. "¡MALDITA, PABLO! What did I tell you? ¡NO COME LOS PEPPER-OS!" El Gringo Loco shook his head as the culprit shrugged his shoulders. “We’ll use Guerilla tactics,” he continued. “We’ll strike when the opportunity presents itself, not engage them head-on. This is how we’ll ensure our victory. This is how we’ll conquer this foreign land and reign supreme!” Everyone in the field cheered and sounded their battle cries as they filed, one by one, into the back of a white van. Friday Nights. 9 EST.