LdCE Revolución 28
📍 Aztec Star Arena & Casino, Mexico City, Mexico
📅  17th July 2025
🎙️ Commentary by Carlos Ramirez & Javier Morales
📺 Live on the Sanctioned Violence Network

[Camera fades in on a wide shot of the packed Aztec Star Arena. The crowd is buzzing with excitement, waving signs, wearing masks, and chanting loudly.]

🎙️ Carlos Ramirez:

”¡Bienvenidos, amigos! We are live from the Aztec Star Arena here in the heart of Mexico City, and this is Revolución 28! I’m Carlos Ramirez, joined as always by my compañero, the ever-insightful Javier Morales, and tonight, Javier, we begin a brand new chapter on the road to Cima de las Estrellas this December!”

🎙️ Javier Morales:

“That’s right, Carlos—and what a ride it’s going to be! The fallout from Noche de Cinco Estrellas is still being felt across the roster. We saw Espectro retain his championship in dominant fashion… Sombrio declared war on the entire roster… and the cracks in Alejandro Ramirez’s ego widened after his loss to Miguel ‘El Toro’ Mendoza. Tonight, the future begins to take shape.”

🎙️ Carlos Ramirez:

“And tonight, we welcome new blood into the world of Lucha de Cinco Estrellas. England’s Daniel Leslie makes his debut against the ever-dynamic Fuego Azteca—and in our main event, American powerhouse and former SVO standout Bronson Martinez, ‘The Modern Day Cowboy,’ rides into Mexico for the first time, taking on none other than ‘The Aztec Titan’ Alejandro Ramirez!”

🎙️ Javier Morales:

“Ramirez will be desperate to redeem himself tonight, but Bronson Martinez is no pushover. This man dominated in Las Vegas—can he bring that same fire to Lucha Libre? We’ll find out!”

🎙️ Carlos Ramirez:

“Also tonight: Relampago looks for revenge against Sombrio, who’s becoming darker—and more dangerous—by the week. And El Froggo looks to bounce back after his heartbreaking loss, but he faces the fearsome debut of ‘El Martillo’ Diego Ortega—a man whose reputation for destruction precedes him.”

🎙️ Javier Morales:

“The torch of Lucha is burning brighter than ever, Carlos. But in the shadows… danger is growing. Let’s find out who rises—and who falls.”

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Ringside

The arena lights dim to a moody purple hue as eerie, pulsing music fills the Aztec Star Arena. The crowd immediately begins to boo as Sombrio makes his way down the ramp, clad in a dark hooded cloak. His mask gleams under the lights, emotionless and foreboding. He climbs into the ring with slow, deliberate steps, soaking in the crowd’s disdain like it fuels him. A technician hands him a microphone. He stands dead center in the ring and slowly raises it to his lips.

🎤 Sombrio:

“At Noche de Cinco Estrellas, I did exactly what I said I would do—”

pauses as the boos intensify

“I ended El Froggo. I broke the spirit of your little masked hero.”

The crowd erupts in chants of “¡Froggo! ¡Froggo!” but Sombrio just smirks.

🎤 Sombrio:

“Let me be clear—”

“That… was just the beginning.”

“I’ve spent enough time in the shadows, letting others pretend they matter. Letting fan favourites dance around in the light. But now?”

He scoffs

“Now the shadows stretch across all of Lucha de Cinco Estrellas. And no one—NO ONE—is safe.”

He begins pacing slowly around the ring.

🎤 Sombrio:

“I don’t care about your cheers. I don’t care about your tradition. I don’t care about your so-called legends.”

“All I care about… is climbing the ladder, breaking the next body, and standing atop this company when the smoke clears.”

“So let this be a warning—to everyone in the back. Froggo, Mendoza, Fuego, even your beloved Sol Dorado…”

He stops center ring again, voice lowering to a venomous whisper.

🎤 Sombrio:

“I will stop at nothing. I will sacrifice everything. And I will walk through all of you… until that Estrella Suprema title is mine.”

He slowly lowers the mic as the crowd unleashes a wave of hate-filled jeers. Sombrio closes his eyes, lifts his arms, and absorbs it all like a twisted baptism. The lights flicker, then cut to black as his music hits once again.

[Fade to commercial as the commentators throw to the next match, their tone noticeably tense.]

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Singles Match
Daniel Leslie vs. Fuego Azteca

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Backstage

The camera cuts to the backstage area of the Aztec Star Arena, where Rosa Martinez stands ready with her signature poise and a microphone in hand. Behind her is the imposing figure of Miguel “El Toro” Mendoza, arms crossed, sweat glistening on his brow, his trademark intensity radiating even in the quiet backstage hallway.

🎤 Rosa Martinez:

“Miguel Mendoza, first of all—congratulations. At Noche de Cinco Estrellas, you shocked a lot of people when you defeated ‘The Aztec Titan’ Alejandro Ramirez in a hard-fought battle. Can you walk us through how you’re feeling after such a big win?”

Miguel raises an eyebrow and lets out a low chuckle, brushing some hair back from his face. His tone is cool, confident, and laced with swagger.

💬 Miguel “El Toro” Mendoza:

“How do I feel? Exactly how I thought I would. Like a man who expected to win. I told everyone from day one—I’m not here to play second to anyone.”

He cracks his knuckles and glances off-camera with a half-smirk.

💬 Mendoza:

“Ramirez? He’s all bark. Big speeches, dramatic entrances, and then what? As soon as things didn’t go his way… he threw a tantrum and ran like a spoiled child. That’s not strength. That’s weakness.”

Rosa looks surprised at the bluntness as Mendoza steps forward slightly, towering with presence.

💬 Mendoza:

“You want to know who the toughest man in Lucha de Cinco Estrellas is? You’re lookin’ at him.”

He pounds a fist into his chest with a loud thud.

💬 Mendoza:

“And if there’s anyone back there who thinks they’re tougher… stronger… hungrier… I dare them to prove me wrong.”

Miguel Mendoza stares down the lens, fire burning behind his eyes.

💬 Mendoza:

“I’m not just here to survive. I’m here to dominate.”

He storms off, leaving Rosa watching after him as the camera lingers for a beat on her stunned expression.

🎤 Rosa Martinez:

“…There you have it. A bold statement from Miguel ‘El Toro’ Mendoza—and it looks like the competition in LdCE just got even more intense.”

Cut back to the arena as the next match is set to begin.

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Singles Match
Sombrio vs. Relâmpago

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Backstage

The camera opens in one of the quieter corners of the Aztec Star Arena. The dim hallway is lit by flickering overhead lights, the only sound coming from the heavy thuds of fists slamming into a hanging leather punching bag. Diego “El Martillo” Ortega is drenched in sweat, his strikes methodical, relentless, almost mechanical in rhythm. He trains like a man with something to prove — not for show, but for war.

Leaning casually against a nearby wall in a dark leather jacket and his trademark sunglasses, Javier “El Diablo” Vegawatches the scene unfold with a twisted smirk.

💬 Javier Vega (low, amused):

“You hit like a man who doesn’t care if the bones break. I respect that.”

Ortega stops his punches for a brief moment, glancing over with a cold, unreadable stare. No words — just breath, just stillness.

Vega steps forward, not intimidated, his tone calm but edged with venom.

💬 Vega:

“I’ve been watching. You don’t waste time flipping through the air. You don’t smile for the cameras. You don’t beg for chants. You fight. Like me.”

He circles slightly, still keeping a measured distance.

💬 Vega:

“You and I—we’re cut from the same cloth. No nonsense. No glitter. Just fists, grit, and whatever it takes to win.”

Ortega wraps tape tighter around his knuckles, his eyes never leaving Vega. He’s listening. Not agreeing—but not walking away, either.

💬 Vega:

“This place… it’s full of soft men. Dreamers. Fan favorites. Flashy little stars who think respect is earned with smiles and high-fives.”

Vega steps in just a little closer now, his voice dropping.

💬 Vega:

“But you and me? We could run through this roster like a wrecking ball. All business. No mercy.”

A long pause. Ortega gives a single, slow nod — not a yes, not a no. Just… acknowledged.

Vega smirks wider, satisfied.

💬 Vega:

“You think about it, Martillo. When you’re done breaking bags… maybe it’s time we start breaking bones. Together.”

Vega turns and walks off, his boots echoing down the corridor. Ortega stands still for a moment longer, then returns to the bag — and hits it even harder.

Fade out.

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Singles Match
“El Martillo” Diego Ortega vs. El Froggo

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Backstage

The camera cuts to the interview area backstage at the Aztec Star Arena. The normally quiet space is already buzzing with tension. Alejandro “The Aztec Titan” Ramirez storms into frame, gripping a microphone, his eyes burning with rage. He paces like a caged animal, sweat on his brow, fury dripping from every word.

💬 Alejandro Ramirez:

“DISRESPECT! That’s all I get! From the fans… from the locker room… and now from that fraud Mendoza!”

(He sneers, pointing at the camera)

“You all saw it — he didn’t beat me! It was a fluke. A lucky punch from a lucky amateur. That’s all he is!”

Ramirez slams his hand against a nearby production crate, causing a few crew members to flinch. His voice sharpens.

💬 Ramirez:

“I’m Alejandro Ramirez. I’m a warrior! A Titan! I don’t lose to cattle like him! I should be standing across from Espectro right now — not licking my wounds because some brute landed one good shot!”

The audience’s boos echo faintly from the arena speakers. Suddenly, the mood shifts. The pacing stops. From off-camera, Sol Dorado steps into frame, calm and composed, his mask as radiant as ever. A quiet confidence surrounds him, in stark contrast to Ramirez’s anger.

💬 Sol Dorado:

“You say you’re a Titan, Alejandro… but all I see is a man throwing tantrums because things didn’t go his way.”

Ramirez glares, jaw tight, as Dorado slowly steps closer.

💬 Sol Dorado:

“Respect? You don’t get it by shouting the loudest or demanding it with a microphone. You earn it — in the ring, with heart. With honor. The people don’t cheer you because you’re strong… they cheer you when you fight for them.”

The crowd watching on the arena screen pops loudly as Ramirez’s nostrils flare. Without warning, Ramirez shoves Sol Dorado back a step. Gasps from the crew.

But Dorado doesn’t flinch again. He stands firm. Chest out. Eyes locked.

The tension crackles between them — a staredown that feels like it could ignite a war. Neither man backs down.

Finally, Ramirez snarls under his breath…

💬 Ramirez (gritted):

“This isn’t over.”

He storms off, leaving Sol Dorado alone — resolute, unshaken — as the crowd chants echo softly from the ring: “Sol! Soooool! Sol!”

Fade out.

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Main Event
Alejandro Ramirez vs. ‘The Modern Day Cowboy’ Bronson Martinez

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