Ep74 Kris is rather bored with his job and decides to pursue a new career…but what? "I quit da job taday." 
"Why!? We have several months to feed in this shithole!" 
"Ehy, why dat when I can get a sweet job as the next big s*** wrestler!" "What? Oh, Kris, don't be Cuca! 
(Stupid she meant)  Those wrestler could beat the s*** out of you disabled, old, and hands tied." "You'll see
 Gonna when I'm the next Matado or whatever." Kris walks to (yes walks) to the gray cement building on 5th 
street he sees the sign that matches the ad on the paper.  He sees a bunch of Latino guys in costume, he walks 
up to the desk. "Hell. (Very busy)  May I help you?" "Yea, I'm here for da job!" Everyone then stares and laughs! 
"You'll see you mother f****ers! He does the psychotic eye and starts punching people out. That'll teach yo' to 
laugh at me!" "Well, you have potential.  They pay is $300 a fight and there's a $100 starting fee that will 
include your costume, trainer, etc. The arena is not responsible for any injures you may recive, are you still
 interested?" "Shit stinks don't it?" "*Sigh* Sign here…. Good." Kris comes in the next day for his costume. 
"Mrs. Clara will take you to the costume room. (fashion designer)." "I'll see what we can do… Ok, here's the costumes….
 A red very common suit, the style is called El diablo, I'm afraid you would look to much like elmo in this one. Next we have the silver bug as we call it… now this would look nice on you." "What 'chu talkin' 'bout lady? I look like a fag in this!"
 "Style is a big thing, and last in your size we have (muscular guys only) the pajaro negro, now this is so not you…" 
"I'll take it, it looks so cool." (Looks like a homeless guy in a garbage bag) "Fine, but it true isn't you." 
Kris is taken to his trainer Lakko Melone. "Hi I will be your trainer." Kris glares at him and says 
"You people think I've neber benn in a fight before, trust me I know what to do." "No! You're staying!:
 Mimicking "No! I'm going,"  "Alright your first fight is against La Alacran." Kris walks into the arena 
and sees a 6.7 about 300 pounder. "Ding, ding." Kris begins punching the guy "This isn't boxing!", in a 
blind rage he knocks the alacran off his feet onto the floor. 10 sec go by Kris is the winner! About a week 
of winning passes and his 
new advarsary won't be so easy to get… it is Pearson's wrestling champ. El Torro! Torro  says to some of his 
friends holding  bottles of Uncle Keith's root beer. " Palla como un borracho." "What yo' say 'bout me." 
"Miras como un merda in un jarrito. HAHA!"
 "What?  You goin' down man!" "Pcic, what did he say?" 
"He said that Kris fights like a drunk and looks like crap in a jarrito ©.
" "Ha, good one!" "In the left side of the ring at 170 pounds 5.4 el Torro! and the
 right side of the ring El Pajaro Negro!!" The fight begins and Torro beats 
the stuffing out of Kris a kidney flying here or there, maybe  a little intestine. 
 Suddenly Kris passes out… "Is he dead?" "Nah just knocked out."  After the match Kris 
is laying on a strecher.. Torro takes his mask off…"Chaco the Taco man?"  "It pays better than selling tacos."
 Gonna glares at Kris "I told you, you were just lucky the first week, anyway I got yo' job back."