So I have been playing this game recently, called The Muscle Hustle, which has a huge cast of wrestlers, all with their own information and whatnot.

Among them, I got interested by a few wrestlers, namely Antonio Justicia, Tatiana Klenova and LT Vijay Khan, to name a with the information provided, I thought it would be interesting to create an entire story based on their career, dreams and future.

To be noted, there will be pairings, as the game does not include any relationship, except for the Justicia family, which includes Abraham and his children Antonio and Juanita ( I can't remember her name ).

Also be noted, some changes will be introduced in the story, away from the canon, to keep things y'all enjoy.

A dark alleyway.

Most would take notice not to tread on this path, especially at night, since the Mafia went radio silent, essentially disappearing. Most people had their fears elevated as they did not know when they would strike again. In the past, various individual police men had tried to end the Mafia, but they were bought quite easily. No matter how pious you were, no matter how strong you were, the Mafia always targeted where it hurt. Most would assume the Mafia was run by an old man, quite similar to the Godfather, but the truth was not as it seemed.

The man incharge was not some brute, as most people had assumed, nor was he so old that he needed servants to do his daily tasks. He was, actually, quite a young gentleman aging around 29. He wore a black suit at times, and he wore normal civilian clothing when the time required. He inherited the business from his father, Alejandro Garcia, who passed away due to stress, when the entire scheme of the Mafia was exposed by a man named Abraham Justicia, who promptly disappeared along with the rest of his family. He knew that the family was inducted into witness protection program.

The young man did not seek revenge for what he had lost, for the Alejandro never acted as a father, always focusing on the vile group that he preferred over his own son and wife.

He was not even present for his birth, his mother had told him. He only had given him one thing, his name, Francisco Garcia. His mother had passed away quite some time after his seventh birthday, as she had gotten sick. Alejandro never seemed to cared for his wife that much, and when she was ill, he never came to visit her, nor provide any medical facility. This made Francisco hate him even more. He hated the fact that he was nothing but a stain on his father's life.

The only memories he could remember of his mother seemed to be of them watching wrestling. For whenever he watched wrestling, he was amazed by the skills the men and women in the ring possessed. He had shown his interest to his father one day, and he regretted it. His father had called the entire sport a 'fake' and ' not worth of the Garcia time'. On that day, he had sworn that he would do anything to take any form of revenge on his dear old dad. He had also promised his mother that he would escape this life style and become something else.

" A wrestler, perhaps ?" His mother had teased him kindheartedly, but he had taken her words to his core and started working out when he got old enough.

When he heard that his father's entire business was destroyed by a wrestler of all things, he felt great joy in seeing his father suffer. He wanted to thank the man for ruining his father's life work, but he had simply disappeared off the face of the Earth.

When he became the head of the Mafia, as an insult to his father, he dissolved the entire group and turned his focus towards wrestling. He even founded a wrestling promotion, which saw wrestlers come from all over Mexico to participate. He had opened it in the hope of getting some great wrestlers to join and that he did, under the unbelievable name of La Catrina. He remembered the tales of his mother, of the wrestling legend of the same name. He had seen tapes of the female wrestler, dating all the way back to 1954, and the shocking thing was that she looked the same as she did in 1954. Standing at 5'4, she wore the familiar white mask, with a rose on her left ear. She also wore a gray sleeveless shirt, which had a picture of a rose. She also wore shorts, which ended mid-thigh. Her hair was blonde, reaching just above her waist.

La Catrina had been the top star of his promotion, which he had called Maria Wrestling League, or affectionately called by La Catrina herself MWL. Maria was the name of his mother. And La Catrina was one of the rare few people who knew the background of Francisco, and why he had started this league.

But he did not have time to rest, as he had been reading reports of another group of individuals, Dinero de sangre, shortened to Dinero. He was shocked to see the brutality and effectiveness these people had shown. Though they were not quite known as the former Mafia were, they did promise to be the better and deadlier variant of the Mafia. He had personally seen the results of their works, when he had been called to identify their latest victim. The victim was one of his father's old friend. A complete bastard, if you asked him. The deceased man was known in the underground to be quite a cheat, and was involved in various human trafficking.

He knew that he would too be targeted by Dinero, if he did not do anything. The police were not trustworthy, in his opinion, as he had seen them selling themselves out to the Mafia. He was also sure that unless he had some sort of body guard, he would be on the receiving end of the bullet soon.

He dropped the file and walked away. He had to see La Catrina. She had traveled the world before coming to the MWL.

La Catrina had just finished her match against a rookie wrestler. She was assigned to show the newbies the ropes and how the League worked. She had gladly accepted this position, as she had nothing better to do.

" Disculpe, senora," Someone asked behind her. She had turned around to see Wings of Justice, or known to her as Antonio Justicia, who stood at 5'9, taller than her. Antonio had arrived in the League last year, and she was tasked with showing him the ropes. She did not had to do much as the young man was already quite skilled in the art of Luchador wrestling. She had soon learned that both his father was a wrestler, who had retired, while his sister had already made a name for herself in the indies.

" What do you want Antonio ?" She asked sweetly. They had bonded during their time together, and considered him her brother.

" I was on the phone this morning and I was given a chance to go to the States to perform for the big leagues." He replied. He wanted her opinion on this, as he knew of her legend, of how ageless she was.

La Catrina smiled. She knew this day was coming soon. Antonio was quite skilled in the art of wrestling. That she knew first hand, when they had teamed up in various matches. He had quite a deadly and fast skill set, and was loved by the local audience. It wasn't a shock when his fame spread to the States, which was enriched with various wrestlers, with various fighting styles. " And ?" She asked the youngest member of the Justicia clan.

" I was wondering if I should take the offer."

" Yous should take the offer, Antonio. Isn't it your dream to wrestle in the States ?" She asked him.

" It is," He replied, but he then frowned "But my sister is still here, as is my father. And I don't want to leave them here."

She smiled at his words. Antonio always wore his hearts on his non existent sleeves. " You should take the offer. I am sure they will understand." She told him. Antonio nodded and began to walk with her towards the locker room.

On their way, they met someone quite unexpected. It was their boss, Francisco Garcia. And he didn't seem in a happy mood. Whenever Antonio had met the man, he always smiled and gave them attention, to whatever their needs may be. But right now, he seemed like a different man.

" La Catrina, I need to talk to you." The usual amount of cheeriness in his voice was not present.

Antonio knew when he was not needed, and promptly excused himself from the vicinity of his boss and his teacher.

La Catrina looked at her boss, noting the serious expression on his face. " What's wrong ?" She asked him.

" There's a new group, calling themselves the Dinero de sangre." He told her. " They have been targeting the old members of my father's group." He was visibly disgusted when he mentioned his father's group.

" Have you tried the police ?" She asked him, already knowing the answer.

" No, they can easily be bought like farm animals on sale. I need someone I can trust in the business, but I do not have connections." He told the ageless Luchadoress. " Do you know someone ?" He asked her.

" A moment please. " She told him as she raked her brain for someone she knew in the police business. She had traveled the world, wrestling in various promotions and winning tournaments. She had been to every continent in the world. " Ah yes, there is a person I trust, and you might as well." She told him. " Come with me."

He followed her to her locker room as she pulled out her laptop. She had filed several data and compiled them. She made this her hobby as she was travelling the world.

He saw her pull out a file, with the national flag of India on it. She skimmed through several papers, each containing pictures and data of several wrestlers from the he saw her skimming, he knew the person she was looking for was a wrestler as well as a policeman. His experience with wrestlers had been great and if the person he hired was a wrestler as well, he wouldn't have problems of them selling themselves out.

She stopped searching and found who she was looking for. She pulled out a paper and he saw the picture of a man, who was bald, but had a bad ass beard. He had a brown skin tone. She then handed the paper to Francisco. " This is LT Vijay Khan, from Mumbai. He also was a movie actor but gave that up when he bust a ring of illegal smugglers. I saw him wrestle a few times, against a severe handicap, but he has been the victor in all bouts." She told him, remembering the matches she had seen LT Vijay had against a group of twenty wrestlers. He had beat them all into submission and won the match, cementing his status in the Indian wrestling industry.

He read the file of the Indian wrestler, who was older than him, aging at 32, and was taller than most of the wrestlers he had, coming in at a height of 6'2. He also was shown to be quite loyal to his cause and had a daughter from his deceased wife.

" I am going to send you to get him here as fast as possible," He told her, surprising her, " Any thing you need, just tell me."

She was quite shocked to see how quickly he had decided to get Vijay here. She knew that he was quite troubled, seeing as how many of his father's former colleagues had died.

" I only have one condition." She told him and he nodded. She knew that he would have agreed to all she offered. " I would like to bring you and Antonio with me to meet Vijay." She continued.

He considered her offer, and saw no harm to that. " Fine, get both him and yourself ready at midnight tomorrow." With that he left.

Antonio did not knew how he would tell his sister and his father that he was given an offer to go to the States. He carried on the tradition of Justicia in his fighting style and his attire. His father had worn the legendary eyeless mask, while his sister wore a more stylized variant of it. He followed the tradition by wearing a white mask, with gold cross on his forehead and an X shaped mark running across his eyes . He also wore white pants with yellow boots. There were red markings across the length or the pants.

He, however, knew one thing. His sister should have gotten the chance to go the States, and fight in the big leagues. He shook his head. He had been given this wonderful chance and he was not going to waste it.

He would have continued to ponder, but he was interrupted when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw it was La Catrina. " Pack up, we're going to India." With that, she turned and left, presumebly to pack her own luggage. He knew he should tell his family as quickly as possible, but the decided that it was best that he packed his own luggage up first.

( Mumbai, India )( A few days later )

LT Vijay Khan had done it all, according to his opinion. He became a police officer, became a Bollywood star and became the Big Dog in wrestling in India. He didn't had a great life, as most people expected him to have, when he was growing up. He had to struggle and strive to get where he is today. He became known to the world of wrestling when he chased a group of thugs to a movie set and, in a fit of rage, had beaten everyone, even the stuntsmen unconcious. After that, he was given several movie contracts. During those movies, he met some local wrestlers, and had been challanged to some matches in India, which he dominated easily. He then made a full turn towards wrestling after a few years, alongside his career as a police officer.

It was during that time when his wife passed away due to cancer. He remembered crying alongside his daughter, Deepika, who was just five years old. He worked through the pain, raising his daughter as a single father. However, his daughter was fifteen now, and was interested in lazing around and listening to those bands from Korea.

He smiled as he looked towards his opponet of the match. It was another rookie. Vijay knew that he had to finish the match early.

The bell was rung and he patiently waited for his enemy. His opponent wore nothing special, just some wrestling trunks. Vijay, on the other hand, wore white pants, with black stripes going horizontally through it. He had tattoos on his shoulders, going to his elbows, where he wore elbow pads. He also wore a glove on his left hand, and a necklace of a lotus flower in his neck.

The rookie rushed the cop, thinking that speed would be his advantage, trying to strike him with a clothesline. What he did not expect was for Vijay to duck under him and deliver a Snap German Suplex, and roll up for the pin.

Vijay knew the match was won, as the man he was pinning was not showing any resistance in kicking out of the pin. The poor sod was unconcious. With the three count, he left the ring, arms raised as the crowd cheered wildly and walked towards his room.

He was expecting many things. What he did not expect was the legendary La Catrina standing along with who seemed to be a Luchador who wore a white mask and another man, who seemed like a businessman.

" LT Vijay Khan," The businessman-looking fellow spoke, " We need your help."

Vijay looked at him and asked, " In what sir ?"

" I think it would be best if we talked where no one can hear our conversations." La Catrina replied. At this point, Vijay was left with two options, either he could refuse them and walk away, or he could help the folks out.

Vijay smiled. His wife had married him because of several factors, but the one she claimed won her over the most was his need to help those in need. " My home is just a few blocks away. Come." He replied as he took the people to his home.

So this is my take on the story of The Muscle Hustle, as it has no back story.

To see what attire the wrestlers wore, just search The Muscle Hustle Wiki. Wrestlers who appear in this chapter are the following:

1. La Catrina : She has her three-star face attire.

2. Antonio Justicia : His three-star face attire.

3. LT Vijay Khan : His four-star heel attire.

Their Finishers :

1. La Catrina : Whirl-a-Twirl Ankle Lock, Flying Clothesline which leads to a kip-up.

2. Antonio Justicia : Super kick ( Similar to the one performed by Dolph Ziggler ), 036 Splash ( An inverse 630 splash ).

3. LT Vijay Khan : Avalanch Powerbomb, Lariat.

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