And we are back with the second chapter of The Muscle Hustle. This has been my project for quite some time, and I really wanted to let the people know of this game, as it is quite fun.

The game has several types of fighter and several classes as well, ranging from heavy to lightweight, from piercer to ricochet, from Law & Disorder to Olympians. Each wrestler also have their own special ability as well. The game features a team of three, so the team we make can be unique and suited to our needs.

The focus of this story will be of several wrestlers, such as Antonio, Tatiana, La Catrina, Dexter Durant, LT Vijay and more.

Deepika knew her father always meant well whenever he talked to her about her future. She had once told him that she wanted to be a doctor, and he promised to help her to the fullest. Then she had read some books on engineering and wanted to be an engineer. Her father had supported her even more. But on her fourteenth birthday, she was introduced to K-Pop, by her friend. And as a result, she wanted to make music, form a band with a few friends. She had begun to write lyrics all day, trying to get the perfect mix of rap and pop for their debut single. Her father also agreed to it, albeit a bit reluctantly, but had said to atleast get a degree before pursuing this career, as a form of backup.

" Deepika, dinner's ready." She heard someone yell from downstairs. She sighed and got off the chair she was sitting on, straightening her yellow shirt as she got up. Her dad had been dating an announcer from the wrestling promotion he wrestled at, an American by the name of Wilma Cargo.

Wilma used to be a race-car driver, one of the best, but she was banned from racing as her long hair used to distract her race rivals. She soon became an announcer, travelling the world, working for promotion to promotion, when she met Vijay during her stay in India. She was impressed by his fight style. Wilma had blonde hair, which reached down to her waist. She wore a red T-Shirt, and blue jeans. She had met her father when she was thirteen, when her father was 30 years of age. Wilma was only a couple of years younger than her father, coming in at 28 when they first met. They had been dating for two years, and Deepika hoped that her father would pop the question.

She went downstairs, to see Wilma sitting on the chair. She had gotten adept at making International food. She knew several recipes, but since she traveled the world, both before and after she was banned from racing, she never had the chance to actually prepare the dishes. However, once she had begun dating Vijay, she used the oppurtinity of staying in one place to prepare various dishes.

" So what this one called Wilma ?" Deepika asked the ex-racer. Deepika still had trouble calling the racer her mother, as she had spent nearly half of her life without a mother. Wilma understood what Deepika was saying. She did not expect the young girl to instantly start calling her mother.

Wilma would have explained what the dish was, but the door to the house opened, and she heard the voice of her lover, " Honey, I'm home ." Vijay called out.

In an instant, Wilma rushed towards the source of the voice, and hugged Vijay full force, the height difference now being more obvious. It was at that point she also noticed the three other people who had entered the room behind her husband. Out of the three of them, she recognized only the lady who was with them, since her husband had once mentioned the wrestler, La Catrina.

" What's wrong ?" She asked Vijay.

" These people need our help," Vijay replied, letting go of Wilma, and checking every window to see if anyone had followed urgency in their words had implied that there was a good chance they would have been followed.

After he had confirmed that no one had followed them, he brought everyone to the living room. Wilma had taken Deepika away, as she knew what was being told was for his ears only.

The man who looked as if he owned an entire business spoke first. " Have you heard of the Dinero de sangro ?" He spoke. Vijay nodded. Of course he had heard of them. They were rising in power very quickly, and had connections to almost every country.

" Well, I fear that I might be another target for them, as my father use to be the leader of the Mafia." He continued, " My father, Alejandro, left the world after Abraham Justicia had exposed of his actions, thankfully, leaving me, his only son incharge."

The man in the white mask spoke, " My father and his family had to then enter witness protection program, as we feared other members of the Mafia would target us in revenge. What we didn't know was that the next leader of the Mafia, Francisco, dissolved the group and started a wrestling promotion in Mexico."

" What we would like for you to do is to travel with us to bring the new group down." La Catrina spoke. " You can take time to think this over, as once we begin the operation, they would target all those whom you hold dear."

" We will be at the wrestling promotion day after tomorrow. Hope you make the decision by that time." Francisco spoke finally. He continued, " If you reach your decision before that time, here is Antonio's number." The man in the white mask, Antonio apparently, nodded.

With that being said, he saw them out and went to Wilma and Deepika.

" What should I do ?" He asked both of them, as he sat down on the couch. " They need my help, but in doing so, I might put both of you at risk."

Wilma saw the dilemma he was facing. He always helped people, but with the loss of his wife, he was afraid of losing both her and Deepika.

" Did they give any time, abu ?" Deepika asked her father. She knew that her mother would've wanted her father to help them.

" Yes, two days to ponder over this." He replied to his daughter.

" Listen, Vijay," Wilma spoke, grasping both of his hand, " Whatever you choose, I would be behind you."

" Me too." Deepika added on.

Vijay looked at both of them and gave a huge face splitting smile. He then grabbed the both of them and pulled them into a hug.

He knew his answer.

" Do you think he will help us ?" Antonio asked Francisco. The owner of MWL had told the masked Luchador of his reasons to start the promotion. He had told the man of his father as well, whom Francisco wanted to thank as well.

" Most probably, he would help us, though he would consult his family first, as he puts their safety at the top of his priority." Francisco told him.

Antonio nodded and proceeded to walk towards his room. Francisco knew of the offer the young man was given, and he actually supported him in his journey.

He noticed La Catrina and started walking towards her. He had grown quite fond of the seemingly ageless legend, and enjoyed their conversations and the time he spent with her.

" Hey, La Catrina, where are you heading ?" He asked her. Since La Catrina had not given him her real name, so he always addressed her with her in-ring name.

" To the mall." She spoke, before gaining a very mischievous glint in her eyes. " Why ? Do you want to help ?" She asked sweetly.

Francisco sweated a bit. He had heard stories from some of his friends, who had made the mistake of helping women shop. Against his better judgement, he nodded and sealed his fate when she grabbed his hand and rushed towards what he thought was the location of the shopping district she wanted to visit.

Francisco groaned as he pulled all the shopping bags behind him. At one point during their shopping, he had to buy a cart to pull all the clothes La Catrina had bought. He swore he would think this through in the future, or at least try to reduce the amount of clothes bought by La Catrina.

He saw the white masked woman in front of him and smiled as he saw the happiness she exuded. He didn't knew why but he felt a little attracted to her.

Maybe it was because she was the subject of the conversation between him and his mother. Maybe it was because when the promotion was on the risk of failing and many of the wrestlers were leaving, she was one of the few that didn't quit when she had the chance and actually struck through to the promotion.

She stopped and gave a smile at him.

" Thanks for coming with me today." She spoke.

" Hey, it's no problem." He replied to her, grabbing the handle of the cart and pulling it with a bit more force, since they were now on a slope, and the hotel they were staying at was on top of the hill.

" Here, let me help you with that." She told him, grabbing the handle, leaving one of his hand free. She noticed the red markings he had around the palm and frowned.

Francisco noticed where she was looking and tried to placate her fears. " Hey, it's no problem." He spoke, hoping she would get less angry at many didn't know about La Catrina was that if her student or anyone she knew got hurt somehow, she felt responsible for that.

" But you got hurt." She spoke.

" Hey, if it's for you, I would lift a thousand suns." He smiled as he put a hand on her face. She blushed and muttered an excuse before grabbing the whole cart and running away.

Francisco looked at she went, before slapping himself in the face promptly. He knew he was bit by the love bug.

" Great, now she might think I am an idiot." He groaned, before he heard laughing in the background. He turned to see Antonio, without the usual mask he wore every other day. He had black hair, with piercing black eyes. He wore a white t-shirt with a logo of a fist on it, and some blue jeans.

" So the jefe has trouble with the profesora, eh ?" He teased his boss. He walked over to Francisco and gave a light hearted chuckle.

" Have you even been on a date with a bella dama ?" Francisco asked the younger man, a bit angry at his own attitude for acting so weirdly infront of the legendary Luchadoress.

" That will be a-telling, amigo."He replied as he tapped his nose. He then turned serious and said, " Senor, I will be going to the arena, have some matches."

" Why ?" Francisco asked. He knew the answer already.

" Well, when I saw the recordings of Vijay's fights, they had a different fighting style from which I was used to." He replied, " If I am going to succeed in the States, I need to be used to the different styles used in fighting."

Francisco nodded as Antonio walked off.

(Mumbai Arena )

Antonio looked around as he saw various people either walk around him, or work out. He knew he was taking a big risk as he found an empty locker room and wore his new mask. This mask was blue in colour, having a red X logo running across his eyes.

He had signed up for a random match against the local talent here, and to be honest, he was stoked for the match. He really wanted to have a match against LT Vijay Khan, but he knew that that was not that possible.

" So who is going to be my opponent." He wondered. He did not had to wonder for long as his name was called and he went for the match.

The people of Mumbai had seen various wrestlers come to the ring to fight the legendary Vijay Khan. The best of them had challenged the cop, but none had even succeeded in dethroning the man.

So when they saw a man with a Luchador enter the ring, they went wild. The true blood fans of wrestling knew about the Luchador style of wrestling that dominated Mexico. They didn't care who the enemy was this time, they knew they were in for a spectacle.

The flips most of the light-weight Luchadors delivered were among the top, with several of the Luchadors gaining legendary status, like El Santo, Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio Jr. getting known to every wrestling fan out there.

Once the opponent for Antonio, who was introduced in this match as Wings of Justice, had arrived, the bell was rung.

The opponent, most of the audience goers realized, was the one who was defeated by Vijay Khan in his most recent match.

The wrestler began to gloat at how he will easily defeat the little man, since he towered over Antonio by five inches, and was more bulkier.

Antonio, on the other hand, just grinned at the idiocracy he displayed.

Like before, the man rushed at Antonio, aiming for a lariat.

Antonio, however, too rushed forward, ducking underneath the extended arm. He then performed a handstand against the ropes of the ring, using the momentum gained from it to lurch backwards, towards his opponents.

The man was soon on the receiving end of a stunner, which caused him to stumble backwards

Antonio took this oppurtinity and performed a super kick to the man's face, making him fall onto the ground hard. The crowd was hyped because of the combo Antonio used to ground his opponent. The man in the blue mask then went onto the apron and taunted at the man, who was getting up groggily. Antonio used the ropes as a launch himself at the enemy, performing his famed dropkick on the man to perfectly place him in the position to perform his finisher.

He used the ropes around the turnbuckle to jump himself to the top and faced the crowd. The youngest member of the Justicia family smiled to himself as he prepped himself to perform the move that gained the heart of the people in Mexico.

The crowd was amazed as the man performed a 036 flip and hit the opponent square on the chest, making the wind leave his body, as he was down for Antonio to pin him.

After winning the match, Antonio waved towards the crowd, who were all cheering for the masked man.

Vijay looked from the bleachers, as the man was cheered on the thousands of people. Vijay waited for the cheering to stop, as Antonio left the ring and headed towards the locker room to change into his civilian attire.

He wasn't expecting to find the Bollywood Cop, Vijay Khan standing there.

" Have you reached a decision ?" Antonio asked the man.

Vijay nodded. " Both Wilma and my daughter are coming with me to wherever you are going." Antonio nodded.

" We are headed to America, to drop me off." He replied to the man.

Vijay looked serious. " I have some files on the Dinero de Sangre." He told him. " I think it would be best if we talked about it in a safer place."

Antonio promptly nodded.

" Hey tiger," A woman with a red head spoke to a man with brown hair. " Guess what ?" She asked.

" Lemme guess." The man adopted a faux-thinking pose, as he smiled, " The person you recommended to TMH has been approved ?" He questioned, already knowing the answer.

She smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the lips, " Oh Peter, you are so smart." She teased him slightly.

Peter smiled as he kissed her back. " Hey MJ, how about a date around town ?" He asked her, as she gave a sly grin and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Mary Jane Parker had gotten an interest in wrestling, but to hide her private identity, she chose the ring name Anna "Ranchnid" Eisner, so her personal life can stay safe and she can have a great life with her husband, Peter Parker, who was a writer for the character, Spider-man, from whom she had drawn her character.

So there you have it, the second chapter of The Muscle Hustle.

To know the costumes used by the people mentioned here are the following :

Antonio : His Two Star Attire. ( Tier 2 )

La Catrina : Imagine her with a simple white T-shirt and jeans, but she also wears her mask.

Anna Eisner : Her Four Star Face Attire. ( Tier 3 )

Also I added Mary Jane Parker, from the Marvel franchise to the mix, as she bore a strong resemblance to Anna Eisner, with both of them having red hair, and having someone/thing spider themed in their life.

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