The lights flickered briefly as the storm outside raged on like a wild beast. The hum from the fluorescent bulbs made my ears flicked in annoyance. The sounds remind me of the cicadas back home, loathsome tiny parasites that robbed me of sleep. Not that it matters; I don't sleep much anymore.

Sleep has eluded me for months now. Ever since I lost a fight to a young upstart, my life has crashed around me. The fans that once cheered for me now laugh, my managers and sponsors abandoned me, and the one thing that I treasured most was lost. My mask, the one thing that connected myself to my father, was stripped off of me. Every time I close my eyes, I see that vipers smile. I vividly remember the strings of my mask loosening, how I struggled in vain to stop it, and how humiliating it was to see it ripped away. Now here I am drowning in my misery.

Life has been a free fall, with one loss after another. Seeing everything fall apart after working so hard to build it up has made me numb to everything. No matter where I go or what I do, I find myself staring at the end of a bottle. To either get piss drunk or stir some form of emotion within me.

I sighed, taking in the sights of the bar. Not that there's much to see in this shithole; busted pool table, a broken jukebox, and a shitty TV that barely showed a picture of a football game through all the static. There are not many patrons on a Wednesday night, even less with the storm raging on. Just me and the bartender who hopes I'll leave soon so he can pack up. Unlucky night to be open, chief; I have nowhere to be, so most likely, you'll deal with my drunken ass all night. My attention returned to my beer as I took another deep swig of the watered-down piss. Alcohol never tasted terrific, yet it's perfect to lose oneself in the throes of depression and anger. I slammed the bottle down onto the table with my head following shortly after. My eyelids felt heavy as I let sleep overtake me.

The newest luchador to grace the ring slithering along the ramp as he wore nothing save for his mask. A dark evergreen that complimented his bright green scales and as an offset to the black streaks rising from his sides over his chiseled abdomen and chest. If my title weren't on the line, I'd probably would've played around a bit. Give the crowd a good show and give the greenhorn a confidence boost. Sadly it's not meant to be if I want to keep my sponsors happy. The ref entered the ring, a meek little toad, as he motioned for us to meet in the center of the ring.

We approached one another as we bumped chests baring our fangs at each other, our muzzles barely a few inches apart. The roar of the crowd drowned out anything the toad was saying. My only thoughts were on winning, putting on a fantastic show for my fans, and gaining a rival. If only that were the case.

The match went along like any other. We engaged in bouts of strength, submission holds, and several strikes that threw us for a loop. It was about halfway through the match when it happened.

That damn serpent had me trapped in a unique hold that only naga's like him could pull off. He had my arms trapped in his coils behind me while the rest of his body wrapped around mine. His coils squeezed hard, restricting my breathing as he rained blow after blow across my muzzle. Just as I was about to headbutt the fucker to break out, he bit into my shoulder, injecting me with what I assumed was venom.

It wasn't venom but equally as potent. He released me from his coils as I screamed in pain, pushing him off me as I felt his fangs rend the flesh on my shoulder. He slithered around me as I tried to staunch the bleeding. The damn snake smiled at me, licking his lips and savoring the taste of my blood.

"Bastard! Using your venom is against the rules!" I roared in anger, astonished that someone with his skills would resort to poisoning to win a match. He wagged his finger at me as he slithered closer before pointing at my crotch. I looked down in shock to see I was fully hard with pre leaking out of my wrestling shorts.

"I wasn't born with the ability to produce venom, senor. I injected you with an aphrodisiac that will soon set your body aflame with lust. Your reign ends tonight, Nutria." He smiled before grabbing me by my mask and slinging me into a corner. Slowly he wrapped me onto his coils once more, trapping me. He left my crotch exposed before ripping my shorts to shreds exposing my fat cock to the crowd. I lost any hope of fighting back as I felt my body burn.

The effects of his aphrodisiac poison hit me faster than I expected. The entirety of my body ached and burned for need. The parts of my body that his coils touch sent waves of ecstasy throughout my body, fueling my desire. I panted softly, whimpering in pain as the desire to be touched and fucked was becoming too much for my body to bear.

He saw this and relished in my helpless state as he flexed his coils. I screamed in pleasure, squirting a copious amount of pre onto the mat. He grinned, forcing me to kiss as I felt something prod my tight hole. I screamed into his maw as I felt the foreign object push itself deep into my ass. Slowly it pulled out till only the tip remained before it trusted back into me. I didn't know if it was his cock or something else, but it slowly eased the burning sensation I felt all over.

It was humiliating as he used me like a whore; slowly fucking my ass while teasing my cock and nipples. It felt like I was in a sauna with my sweat making a puddle underneath us and lubricating the naga's scales. My sweat made it easier for his coils to move around, keeping me on the edge of ecstasy. The bastard finally broke the kiss, and with one powerful thrust into my ass, the dam within me finally broke.

I yelled out as my cock shot rope after sticky rope onto the mat. My breath was ragged as I struggled to breathe properly, and my body shook in absolute pleasure. I slumped to the ground as the serpent uncoiled himself from me. He pulled me to the center of the ring, pinning me down while he rubbed his twin cock on my chest, smearing pre into my fur.

The ref counted to three signaling the bell to end the match. I could feel my face burn in shame as this fucking snake beat me and used me for his amusement. I didn't think it could get any worse. I was so, so wrong about that. He gripped my mask, pulling me up onto my ass.

"Nutria has fallen to me, Veneno de Viborá. I want you to look upon your champion before I end his career." I didn't know his intent until I felt the strings on my mask loosening.

"No! Stop!" I screamed in vain, failing to prevent him from taking my mask. My career would end, and I'd lose the last remembrance of my father. I snarled, clawing at Viborá's arms, but it was too late. I felt the strings snap as he held my mask in the air. Tears filled my eyes as I gazed upon the sapphire mask. That mask had been in my family for generations; my grandfather was the first to wear it when he became a luchador. He passed it down to my father, who passed it down to me. Now it was in the hands of this bastard. I choked back sobs as I did my best to hide my face from the crowd. Shame coursed through me, and I felt like I would puke.

"To think your pathetic family has been atop the world graced as the best sex luchadors is quite amusing. Now you're where you belong: on the ground disgraced." The snake smiled as he pumped his cocks before snarling. He shot rope after rope onto my brown fur, painting me white. The smell of his seed was earthy and acrid, one last act of humiliation. He made his whore, he took away my pride, and now I've lost my dignity to him.

My life is over......

I jolted awake as thunder erupted from the heavens shaking the entire bar. Glasses clattered and clinked, threatening to fall and shatter. Thankfully the rumble subsided, and nothing was broken. My temple throbbed a bit as I tried to soothe it by rubbing my temple.

Of all the things to dream about, why did it have to be about Viborá? I stifled a yawn and noticed there were a few more patrons now. The storm must have settled down a bit. My ears perk up from the bell on the door. Two naga's slithered, one wearing an expensive black suit while the other wore a simple tank top. The one in the suit reminded me of that bastard, Viborá. They could be twins, except this one has an Eastern dragon tattoo on his neck. The other one was an oddity, his scales were a brilliant crimson, which is extremely rare, but he also had four arms.

The four-armed brute noticed me whispering to the other naga. Both are muscular, and they look like trouble. I slowly inched my chair back, ready to make a break for it. Debt collectors, cartels, and mafia didn't matter who they were. My gut tells me they're trouble, and I don't want to deal with trouble tonight. As they made their way toward me, I jumped out of my chair.

Only to be pushed back down as two sets of paws held me in place. A brown bear and a tiger looked down at me, holding me in place. Fuck, these guys were ripped as well. The two nagas made their way to my table, making themselves comfortable. My heart pounded out of my chest; I was trapped without a prayer to fight my way out.

"Relax, Mr. Jackson, we mean you no harm. Mr. Jimenez and Mr. Winters, kindly remove your paws off of Mr. Jackson." The two males backed off but stayed close by. "I would ask how you are this evening, Mr. Jackson, but if I may say: you look like absolute shit." The others chuckled a bit, only earning a scowl from me.

"A night of drinking will do that to a man. Who are you, and how do you know me?"

"Anyone who is anyone knows all about you, Nutria. A family of otters who has done their best to help keep the spirit of Lucha Libre alive after all of South America vanished. Only to be disgraced and humiliated by Veneno de Vibora." The serpent smirks as he takes out a flask and takes a large swig. "You lost your honor, and now you piss away your days drinking."

"You hit the nail on the head. Now, who the fuck are you? Are you fucking debt collectors? Cartel? The fucking Mafia? No one is interested in me anymore, so what do you perras want?" I took in deep breaths seething with anger. Who the fuck does this puta think he's doing? Does he think he can fucking insult me, dangling my failures in front of my face? They outnumber me, but if this puta doesn't get to his point, I'll gladly take a beating just to best his fucking maw in.

"I'm Viborá's elder brother, Alexander Limsky, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. As to my interest in you, I want you to return under a new name and shame my younger brother. Break him, disgrace him, and rip away everything he's worked for just as he did to you."

"Why?" Blood runs thicker than water, and while serpents weren't highly loyal to their families, there were seldom any betrayals. I wasn't going to agree to anything until this fucker told me everything.

"Because he cost me money. Surprised? My idiotic brother wouldn't have gotten far without me promoting him. When he went against you, it was supposed to spark a rivalry. Think of all the publicity that could've been gained from an established titan rapidly bumping heads with a new rising star. Instead, he disgraces you and other luchadors he goes against. Mr. Jiminez and Mr. Winters were his latest victims."

"And the four-armed freak next to you?" That earned me a hiss, but I didn't give a fuck. Mutants often couldn't compete in sporting events due to their 'advantages,' and the ones that did were so jacked on drugs they were the worst performers.

"Ah, this is a good friend of mine that was to become your partner in the crusade against the vicious Veneno de Viborá. His name-..."

"Most call me a four-armed freak, but if you want to be a decent fucker my name is Jackie Masters. My stage name would've been Basilisco Carmesi." Jackie glared at me before slumping back and crossing his arms in annoyance.

"Yes, Jackie here would've become Basilisco Carmesi; however, my brother has prevented any new reptiles from gaining a foothold."

"How would've he competed?" This guy keeps skirting around issues and not making his damn point. He's starting to make my headache worst by the minute. There are laws that prevent mutants from participating in any competing events.

"My venom can be used to create a serum that eliminates his advantage with his four arms. Once injected, his four arms only become the strength of two. So he would be allowed to compete. Any more questions, Mr. Jackson? Or can I finally pitch my idea to you?" I took a deep breath resisting the urge to roll my eyes. If anyone should be annoyed here, it's me; not my fault you took forever to explain. I looked him in the eye with a quick nod, ready to reject his stupid idea. "I want you to be the leader of a group I'm putting together. A heel league that will stop at nothing to tear down Viborá. Los Se?ores del El Diablo will be the group's name. You will be the figurehead while Mr. Jimines, Mr. Winters, and Mr. Masters will support you. Once my brother has been dealt with, we can discuss rebranding and get your lives back on track." My eyes went wide at the thought. This guy was crazy, but still, it's a plan that I'd be on board with. To get revenge to make that bastard feel helpless as everything he's worked for gets ripped away. To get my father's mask back to reclaim myself was too enticing to refuse. Yet there's a chink in this idea of his.

"What about your brother's venom? He could easily bite all of us and unmask us again after fucking us."

"Luckily, Mr. Masters' venom works the same way. We will train and prepare before going against my brother. Trust me; I've worked out all the details; all that we need now is you. Now tell me, Mr. Jackson do you want to live out the rest of your days as a drunkard racking up debt, or do you want payback?" It didn't require any thought on what I wanted more, what I craved more than anything. I want Viborá's mask in my paw while the bastard lays under me, defeated, disgraced, and humiliated as he had done to me.

"When do you we start?

"Tomorrow morning, senor. I'll settle all your debts, pay for medical treatments to detox you, and buy you a new wardrobe. All of you are my investment now, and I'll see that we succeed in the financial aspects. You just make sure to fulfill your end." Alexander smiled as he took my paw into his with a firm shake. I never thought I'd team up with my enemy's brother to bring him down. But that's life; I suppose you never know when opportunity comes knocking. Pretty soon, though, I'll be knocking on Viborá's door, and he won't be prepared for the hell we'll bring upon him.