Wanda Woo's Wild Adventure By Curtis D. James Wanda the bouncer has some amazing adventures FADE IN: EXT. CHICK'S PLACE -- NIGHT TITLE: SOMEWHERE IN L.A. WE SEE the NEON FACADE of CHICK'S PLACE, one of innumerable Los Angeles striptease joints. CUT TO: INT. CHICK'S PLACE -- NIGHT WE SEE a TOPLESS DANCER doing her seductive best amid the deafening din of pulsating ROCK MUSIC. THE CAMERA PANS from the sexy contortions on stage through the seated cluster of MALE PATRONS at the BAR. WE SEE a HEAVYSET MAN chomping purposely on a cigar and leaning across the bar joking with the BARTENDER. The man is CHICK, owner of the bar. Chick yuks it up with the patrons seated at the bar. Then suddenly, he notices WANDA WOO and shouts at her. CHICK Hey, Wanda, get over here and lemme buy you a drink. Across the club, WE SEE WANDA WOO. She is a strikingly attractive Asian woman with a distinctly powerful build. She acknowledges Chick with a nervous smile and then quickly concludes her conversation with some CUSTOMERS seated at a table. WE SEE Wanda as she strides toward the bare with a subtle swagger. Her shapely but obviously MUSCULAR THIGHS are clearly visible through her SLIT SKIRT. A BARE MID-RIFF reveals her CHISELED ABDOMEN and her WELL- MUSCLED ARMS swing gracefully at her sides. Meanwhile, back at the bar . . . Chick nudges VIC in the ribs and points at Wanda. Vic swivels around on his stool and takes a gander. VIC You're kidding . . .you mean . . . VIC . . . you mean that's . . . CHICK That's right. You're lookin' at the best bouncer I've ever had. Wanda steps up to the bar and positions herself between Chick and an incredulous Vic. WANDA What's up, Chick? CHICK Nothin' really. Just thought you might wanna take a break . . . you know . . . have one of those rare drinks on the house. WANDA What's the occasion? CHICK Well, I thought maybe you'd like to have a drink with a lonely customer like 'ole Vic here. Chick laughs and motions over at Vic who squirms uneasily. WANDA Why, that sounds positively peachy. She grins over at Chick and sidles closer to a shrinking Vic. CHICK Great. Anyway, allow me to introduce you to one of my cheapest if not oldest customers, Vic Lynch. (chuckles) And, like I said before, this is my newest and all-time best bouncer, Wanda Woo. Wanda offers her hand to a slightly intimidated Vic. Vic tentatively shakes her hand. VIC It's certainly a pleasure meeting you. Wanda is amused by Vic's anxiety. WANDA Don't sweat it. I don't go in for those killer handshakes. Vic appears relieved. VIC I'm sorry, but I guess its just the novelty of meeting a lady bouncer. WANDA Well, I suppose I ought to be flattered. I've been called just about everything except a novelty. Vic is quick to explain himself. VIC No, I didn't mean it like that . . . it's just . . . WANDA (laughs) Relax . . . I'm really not that sensitive. (to Chick) Well, what about those drinks? CHICK Their on their way. Now, let's see. If I remember right, you want a gin fizz with a slice of lime, right? And how about you, Vic? Vic hesitates. WANDA Hey, don't worry. I realize it's hard to believe, but Chick's buying. VIC Well, in that case, I'll have another Cutty on the rocks. Make that a double. Chick feigns annoyance. CHICK (to bartender) You heard 'em. And I'll have my usual root beer and rum. The bartender grimaces. WANDA You know Chick, sometimes it's hard to believe that you're the owner of a class establishment. CHICK (chuckles) You're not alone. I have trouble buying that one myself. The bartender returns with their respective drinks as Wanda notices Vic scrutinizing her intently. WANDA What's wrong? Is my wonder bra showing? Caught in the act, Vic quickly averts his gaze. WANDA Hey, not a problem. In fact, I'm used to guys staring at me. And if you really wanna know, I'm not wearing a bra or even panties for that matter. Chick nearly chokes on his drink while Vic seems encouraged by her flippant manner. VIC Then you don't mind if I ask you a personal question? WANDA What other kind are there? VIC Oh, I don't know. I just sort of wondered how you got into the bouncing business. Having just taken a sip of her drink, Wanda covers her mouth as her body vibrates with laugher. WANDA You certainly can coin a phrase. But this bouncing business as you put it is really just moonlighting for me. You might say that I already have a day job. VIC Which is? WANDA Glad you asked. I'm actually a private investigator. Vic looks impressed. SUDDENLY, WE HEAR THE SHRILL SHOUTS OF A WOMAN. Everyone at the bar FREEZES. Then WE SEE the TOPLESS DANCER as she struggles in the lap of an IMPECCABLY DRESSED MAN. CHICK SHIT, IT'S THAT FUCKIN' ZANTI AGAIN. WANDA You mean, THE ZANTI MISFITS. Wanda BOLTS from the bar and heads for trouble. Chick chases after her. CHICK Whoa, let's take it easy. Wanda whirls around and faces Chick. WANDA YOU TAKE IT EASY. I'VE GOT A JOB TO DO. Chick shrugs and backs away. Wanda rushes over to the table where ZANTI continues molesting the dancer. But as Wanda reaches the table TWO MAFIOSA GOONS rise and confront her. WANDA BACKOFF CREEPS. (to Zanti) HEY, WE DON'T ALLOW LAP-DANCING HERE. SO LET HER GO, NOW. Zanti complies by shoving the dancer roughly to the floor. As the traumatized dancer CRAWLS AWAY, Zanti fixes a hateful stare on Wanda. ZANTI She wasn't much of a dancer anyway. WANDA Really. Well, I hate to shatter an illusion, but you and your goons aren't all that much either. GOON #1 lunges at Wanda and grabs her in a BEARHUG. ZANTI THAT'S IT. CRUSH THE BITCH. He tries, but Wanda grabs him by the ears, then HEAD-BUTTS him to the nose. With blood streaming from his nose, GOON #1 staggers backward, then wavers for a moment before a KARATE SLASH TO THE THROAT drops him like a shot. GOON #2 ATTACKS, but a SPINNING ROUND-KICK flatten him in his tracks. GOON #2 springs back into action, but Wanda greets him with a FLURRY OF KARATE CHOPS AND FLYING FISTS. He SPRAWLS and FALLS over the table and lands unconscious on top of Zanti. Zanti crawls out from beneath the fallen goon and attempts to FLEE. But Wanda overtakes him at once and clamps him into a HEADLOCK. Zanti cries out in pain as Wanda's headlock turns his face a purplish crimson. But somehow, he manages to utter a defiant threat. ZANTI You better kill me, bitch. You damn well better kill me. WANDA Really? Well, the thought HAS crossed my mind. She then removes one of her SPIKED HEELS and begins POUNDING his face and head with the spiked shoe. Suddenly, a HAND GRASPS her shoulder from behind. COP OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH. WE SEE a sizeable contingent of COPS surround Wanda and Zanti. Wanda releases the battered Zanti to the cops who promptly begin to drag him away. Zanti shouts back at a seemingly unconcerned Wanda. ZANTI YOU BLEW IT, BITCH. NO ONE PUTS THEIR HANDS ON GEORGE ZANTI. NO ONE. Wanda casually observes as the police remove him from the club. CUT TO: INT. CHICK'S OFFICE -- DAY WE SEE a distraught Chick sitting at his desk. He tosses back one drink and pours himself another. WE HEAR A KNOCK at the door. CHICK COME ON IN. Wanda enters the office, shoots Chick a puzzled glance and then seats herself across from him. CHICK Holy crap, Wanda. I thought you'd never get here. Care for a drink? Wanda declines, shaking her head. WANDA No thanks. I mean, isn't it a little early, even for you? CHICK You might reconsider after I tell you what I went through last night. WANDA I doubt it, but go ahead. CHICK Fine. Now listen up. I go home last night after your little battle royale with George Zanti. And guess who calls me about two in the morning? WANDA I can't imagine. CHICK RAY ZANTI, THAT'S WHO. Wanda pretends to be absolutely clueless. WANDA By any chance, is he related to George Zanti? CHICK KNOCK OFF THE SARCASM, WILL YA? WANDA Hmmmmm, let me guess. You're getting snockered at nine in the morning because of a call from Mr. Mafia. Am I warm? Chick looks as though he can't decide whether to burst out laughing or cry. CHICK God, Wanda. Sometimes I think you might be psychic. WANDA Well then, here's another amazing psychic prediction. Mr. Mafia's pissed because a female-type boucer, namely me, kicked his son's butt in public, thereby dissing Mr. Mafia. And he's threatening to to turn you into a cement support beam on the freeway unless you fire me. How am I doing so far? CHICK You're dead on. But it gets worse. Wanda raises an eyebrow as she waits for the other shoe to drop. CHICK That fuckin' prick told me to tell you . . . that . . . He can't bring himself to repeat the threat. WANDA So, Zanti intends to even the score by offing me. CHICK Damnit Wanda, why didn't you listen to me? I tried to stop you. But it was like you wanted to hang your own ass. WANDA Aren't you forgetting something? CHICK Huh? WANDA Aren't you forgetting what I told you then? I WAS JUST DOING MY JOB. C'mon Chick, that scumball was mauling one of your employees. How could I not get involved? Oh, by the way, that dancer has been with you for three years. Her name is Donna. Do you know Donna? Does that name mean anything to you? Chick is overcome with shame as they sit in silence. CHICK So, tell me, what're YOU gonna do? Wanda sighs deeply as she stands. WANDA Well, for now, I guess I'll just go home and soak in the hot-tub. Chick suddenly reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. CHICK Look, I feel terrible about this. You mean a lot to me, really. And I'm not letting you go without giving you something to help cushion the blow. He flashes an impressive wad of bills. CHICK Here, take this. There should be about three grand. I realize it won't buy you much distance, but I can always send you more money later. His sudden generosity softens her a bit as she leans over and kisses him on the forehead. WANDA Look, I'm not going anywhere for the time being. So, keep your money for now. After all, if I need it later, I can always ask, right? CHICK But Wanda, you can't stay in L.A.. Those fuckheads are serious about whackin' you. I can feel it. WANDA Hey, I appreciate your concern. But it's not like I've never been threatened before. CHICK Not by the fuckin' mob you haven't. WANDA (laughs) Point well taken. But I'm not really sure WHAT my next move is. But whatever it is, you should know better than anyone that I'm capable of taking care of myself. CHICK You really aren't scared, are ya? WANDA Hell no. Actually, I'm petrified. (laughs) CUT TO: INT. WANDA'S PLACE -- NIGHT WE SEE Wanda as she relaxes in her hot-tub. Her nude torso is concealed by a mass of BUBBLES. WE HEAR the phone RING. She reaches over to a small dressing table next to the tub and takes a cordless phone to her ear. WANDA Hello. INTERCUT: WANDA AND DONNA DONNA Hi, Wanda? This is Donna. Just wanted to call and let you know how sorry I am about what happened at the club. WANDA Oh . . . hi, well, it certainly wasn't your fault. But to be honest, things couldn't be more screwed. But fortunately I'm one of those eternal optimists. DONNA Yeah, well . . . Chick gave me the bad news about having to let you go and everything. And I'm feeling just a little guilty about the whole thing. WANDA Well, don't. Look, you were the victim in this shitty situation so don't go feeling guilty. DONNA I know it. But I still can't help but feel responsible. WANDA Responsible for what? Let yourself off the hook. I only did what I had to do and you just happened to get caught in the middle. DONNA Okay, but if it's any consolation I gave Chick my notice. Maybe last night was MY wake-up call. WANDA Don't tell me you quit because of me. DONNA No, not really. I suppose I'm just tired of being . . . well, you know. WANDA Yeah, I know. DONNA Yeah, so I just wanted to thank you for coming to my defense. And please, whatever you do, be careful. WANDA Thanks Donna, you can count on that. DONNA Who knows, maybe when this shit all blows over we can get together. WANDA You can definitely count on that. DONNA Well, see ya, bye. WANDA Bye. Wanda lowers the phone from her ear and stares wistfully into space. CUT TO: INT. WANDA'S BEDROOM -- LATER WE SEE Wanda as she prepares for bed in an alluring TWO-PIECE BLACK NEGLIGEE. As she makes down the bed, suddenly, WE HEAR the faintest NOISE of coming from outside the house. Alerted to the possible danger, Wanda rushes over to the bedroom closet and swings open the door. WE SEE a bank of SECURITY MONITORS. WE SEE Wanda's HAND as it ADJUSTS a CONTROL KNOB. WE SEE different IMAGES APPEAR on different SCREENS. Then, WE SEE the image of a MAN dressed entirely in black as he creeps along the back PATIO. The security camera ZOOMS IN on his GUN which is equipped with a SILENCER. CUT TO: EXT. WANDA'S PLACE -- MOMENTS LATER WE SEE the light in Wanda's bedroom window go DARK. Moments later, WE SEE a SLIDING GLASS DOOR OPEN onto the patio. WE HEAR the sound of CURTAINS RUSTLING against the screen door in the summer's night breeze. WE SEE the man with the gun as he emerges from the SHADOWS. WE SEE GEORGE ZANTI'S FACE ILLUMINATED BY MOONLIGHT. Zanti moves cautiously toward the door. WE SEE his HAND as it touches the door handle. CUT TO: INT. WANDA'S BEDROOM -- MOMENTS LATER WE HEAR the screen door WHIZ on its tracks. WE SEE the enormous HUMAN BULGE in the drapes as Zanti BURSTS into the room through the curtains. Almost simultaneously, WE HEAR GUNSHOTS. An OVERHEAD LIGHT FLASHES ON. Zanti stands PARALYZED in the light. HE HEARS MOVEMENT behind him. His head turns sharply . . . THEN . . . His BODY FLIES FORWARD. WE SEE his GUN SKID across the floor. Then, WE HEAR a GURGLING, CHOKING SOUND. And WE SEE Wanda's POWERFUL FOREARM CRUSHING down on his throat. WE SEE his FEET THRASHING against the carpet. WE HEAR A FINAL DEATH RATTLE. HIS FEET STOP MOVING. CUT TO: EXT. BORDER CROSSING -- AFTERNOON TITLE: SOMEWHERE ALONG THE MEXICAN BORDER WE SEE an almost ENDLESS STREAM OF CARS waiting to cross beyond the CHECKPOINT into Mexico. WE SEE Wanda as she waits at a checkpoint in her PORSCHE 911. She wears a SCARF over her hair and DARK GLASSES as she travels incognito. A BORDER PATROLMAN approaches her car. PATROLMAN Thank you for your patience. Here's your tourist visa and identification. He hands them to Wanda. PATROLMAN So, how long do you plan to stay in Mexico? WANDA Oh, I'm not sure really. He regards her a bit strangely. WANDA What I mean is . . . I'm on an extended vacation. PATROLMAN Hmmm . . . aren't you the lucky one. Well, remember, your visa is NOT indefinite. You'll have to renew it. Wanda nods and smiles agreeably. WANDA Not a problem, handsome. He appears slightly annoyed. PATROLMAN Good. Well, enjoy your vacation. WE SEE Wanda's Porsche speed through the checkpoint and fly down the Mexican highway. CUT TO: INT. THEATRE -- DAY TITLE: MONTERREY, MEXICO WE SEE the frenetic chaos of this gritty industrial city and the decaying facade of a once prosperous THEATRE. WE SEE the aging theatre MARQUIS. IT READS: FINAL NIGHT - - THE AMAZING ZAMORA. Then, WE SEE ZAMORA as he emerges from the crowd in front of the theatre in his BLACK CAPE. A group of excited CHILDREN surround him and tug at his cape. Zamora sneers and waves the children away in disgust. Finally, HE SEES a woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to Wanda Woo. This is his wife, LUPITA. Lupita slithers her way through the throng of street urchins and beggars in her tightly fitting BLACK LEOTARD and GOLD JACKET spangled with sequins. ZAMORA HURRY, LUPITA. Just as she joins Zamora in front of the theatre, they are confronted by a ONE-ARMED BEGGAR. BEGGAR For the sake of my family, senor, a few pesos? Zamora flares indignantly. ZAMORA OUT OF MY WAY YOU PARASITE. But in spite of his impatience, Lupita seems to take pity on the wretch. She extends her open palm and WE SEE several PESOS. LUPITA Here, poor fellow, for your family. The excited beggar reaches for the coins WHEN . . . Lupita deliberately drops them to the pavement. WE SEE them scatter at her feet. She glances over at Zamora and they both erupt into CRUEL LAUGHTER. The beggar drops to his knees and frantically attempts to scoop up the pesos. LUPITA You pathetic ingrate. Aren't you at least going to thank me? On his knees, the beggar stares up at her with silent, sullen rage. ZAMORA THANK HER, YOU SCUM. The beggar thanks her by SPITTING at her feet. Enraged, Lupita SCREAMS and KICKS the beggar in the face. Knocked to his back, the beggar WRITHES as he covers his face with his only hand. Lupita prepares to kick him again but Zamora restrains her by taking her by the arm. ZAMORA Enough, Lupita. ENOUGH. Having witnessed this cruelty, an ANGRY CROWD forms and hurls taunts at the retreating duo as they RUSH Away and disappear into the theatre. CUT TO: INT. THEATRE -- NIGHT WE SEE Zamora as he sits before the DRESSING MIRROR primping himself. He exudes pure arrogance as he combs his hair and then applies wax to his pencil moustache. Suddenly, HE HEARS Lupita's voice from behind. LUPITA My Narciso, such a handsome devil. ZAMORA But of course, how could it be otherwise? HE SEES her sultry REFLECTION in the mirror as she creeps up on him from behind and kisses him passionately on the neck. LUPITA Please, Narciso, promise me again. Tell me this will the last performance in this dreadful place. She begins to massage his shoulders while kissing him intermittently on the neck. ZAMORA I understand how you feel, my sweet, but I assure you, this is to be our final night in this dismal theatre. LUPITA Then it IS ARRANGED? We will be leaving for Mexico City? ZAMORA Not to worry, my pet. I have seen to all the details. He stands and faces her as they stare longingly at each other. ZAMORA You look especially delicious tonight. Lupita proudly poses in her COSTUME which consists of BLACK NYLONS and a matching MINI-SKIRT and extremely SHEER BLOUSE. Suddenly, they fly into each other's arms. Lupita backpedals as Zamora overwhelms her with kisses. Blinded by their ardor, they stumble backwards, and then SPRAWL across a table. They kiss and fondle each other wildly UNTIL . . . WE HEAR A KNOCK AT THE DOOR. They ignore the knock, but then WE HEAR the voice of GUERRO from behind the door. GUERRO ZAMORA . . . are you there? Please, you go on in five minutes. Annoyed, Zamora reluctantly pulls himself away from Lupita and stalks to the door. He unlocks the door and hurls it open. WE SEE Guerro grinning timidly. GUERRO Pardon me. I hope I am not disturbing you but . . . . Zamora interrupts him. ZAMORA Of course you are disturbing me. What is the point of this, Guerro? Guerro SHRINKS under his glare. GUERRO Well, I am sorry, but I needed to see if you were ready. ZAMORA How considerate of you. After all, I have only been performing on stage for the last twenty years. I need someone like you to tell me my business. Guerro WINCES at the sarcasm. GUERRO No, really senor . . . I meant nothing, I just wished to see . . . ZAMORA YOU DO MEAN NOTHING YOU SIMPERING FOOL. You should fall down on your knees and thank me for gracing this shabby little theatre of yours with my internationally famous MONDO HYPNOTICO. But no, instead, you find it necessary to intrude on my privacy . . . ME, MEXICO'S MOST ACCOMPLISHED HYPNOTIST. Thoroughly chastised, Guerro glances at his watch. GUERRO Zamora . . . I apologize. But the crowd grows impatient. Suddenly, Zamora CACKLES MANIACALLY and takes Guerro by the shoulders, steering him into the dressing room. Then he shoves the startled Guerro into a chair. ZAMORA LET THEM WAIT. After all, my performances are worth the wait. Besides, I have special instructions for you. Terrified, Guerro trembles in his chair. GUERRO Instructions? But I don . . . . Suddenly, a stinging BACKHANDED SLAP from Lupita silences him. LUPITA HOLD YOUR STUPID TONGUE, OLD MAN. Zamora motions at Lupita and she moves away. ZAMORA You should be careful not to anger my Lupita. She has the temper of a lioness. LUPITA Not to mention, THE CLAWS. Lupita holds her hands up displaying her STILETTO-LIKE FINGERNAILS. ZAMORA AS FOR YOU, GUERRO. You will not be harmed so long as you follow my instructions. Zamora grasps the old man's trembling head in his hands and forces him to peer into his RIVETING EYES. ZAMORA Now, old man, you must listen only to my voice . . . MY VOICE IS ALL THAT EXISTS . . . ALL THAT MATTERS. ONLY MY VOICE CAN BE HEARD . . . NO OTHER THOUGHTS . . . ONLY THE SOUND OF MY VOICE MATTERS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, GUERRO? Guerro nods slowly. ZAMORA Excellent. Now, listen and obey. Tonight is to be our final performance as you are aware. After I awaken you, you will return to your office and unlock the safe. You will have no concious memory of unlocking the safe, but you will unlock it and remain in your office until I arrive following my performance. Do you understand? He nods once more. ZAMORA Excellent. YOU WILL FORGET THESE INSTRUCTIONS IMMEDIATELY AFTER OBEYING THEM. Then, tomorrow, you will notify the police. You will tell the police that you were the victim of a robbery, that you were robbed at gunpoint by a group of thugs wearing masks. Then, after you have informed the police, you will call me at my hotel and you will inform me of the robbery. Of course, I will be shocked at this terrible news, (he smiles briefly over at Lupita) But I will resign myself to not being paid. (Again, he smiles and winks at Lupita) NOW, WHEN I SNAP MY FINGERS LIKE THIS, (Snaps fingers) YOU WILL BE FULLY CONSCIOUS. AND YOU WILL REMEMBER NOTHING OF WHAT I HAVE TOLD YOU UNTIL IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO OBEY. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Satisfied, Zamora SNAPS his FINGERS and Guerro shakes his head in utter bewilderment. GUERRO Zamora, what am I doing here? Zamora smiles kindly down at the old man. ZAMORA Why, don't you remember? (to Lupita) Isn't he silly, my dear? Lupita smiles knowingly then THROWS ZAMORA'S CAPE OVER HIS SHOULDERS while pushing him toward the door. LUPITA Silly isn't the word. But we must hurry. It is time for our performance. While they rush out of the dressing room, Zamora rubs his head and tries to clear his mind. Then he remembers something and SHOUTS after them. GUERRO I'LL BE IN MY OFFICE. SEE YOU AFTER THE SHOW. CUT TO: INT. THEATRE AUDITORIUM -- LATER WE SEE a PACKED HOUSE as the mostly scruffy crowd awaits the tardy arrival of The Amazing Zamora. Their impatience and unruliness reaches a FEVER-PITCH as they shout, stomp and verbally demand Zamora's presence. Finally, WE SEE the unflappable and regal Zamora as he strides on stage holding a microphone. He stares into the crowd with undisguised arrogance. Then he speaks into the microphone. ZAMORA LADIES AND GENTLEMEN . . . I MUST HAVE YOUR ABSOLUTE SILENCE IF THE PERFORMANCE IS TO BEGIN. The restless crowd simmers down. ZAMORA WELCOME TO THIS . . . THE FINAL NIGHT OF MONDO HYPNOTICO. AND I AM THE AMAZING ZAMORA. His introduction is greeted by WILD CHEERS AND APPLAUSE. ZAMORA THANK YOU . . . AND NOW, PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MY LOVELY AND FEARLESS ASSISTANT, LUPITA. The audience erupts into EVEN WILDER CHEERING AND WOLF- WHISTLES as Lupita bounds onto the stage. ZAMORA AND NOW, THE MOMENT OF TRUTH HAS ARRIVED. IT IS TIME FOR THE UNVEILING OF MONDO HYPNOTICO. He motions to the CURTAIN behind him and it rises to reveal a row of EMPTY CHAIRS. CUT TO: INT. THEATRE OFFICE -- LATER WE SEE a perplexed and nervous Guerro as he paces back and forth in his office. He strains to remember and stops. Then he plops himself in a chair behind his desk. Zamora and Lupita enter the office and shut the door quickly behind them. Zamora regards Guerro with a sly grin. ZAMORA Well, it is gratifying indeed to see that my old friend has obeyed me. GUERRO What on earth are you . . . ? Zamora interrupts him and then POINTS WITH ALARM at the OPEN SAFE behind him. ZAMORA What is this? Is my old friend becoming absentminded in his old age? Deeply confused, Guerro turns to see the door of the safe slightly ajar. GUERRO Holy saints . . . I must be losing my mind. Guerro immediately kneels in front of the safe WHEN . . . WE SEE A BLACK-GLOVED HAND SLASH DOWN ACROSS HIS NECK. Guerro slumps to the floor unconscious. Lupita stands back and admires her work. ZAMORA Perfect, my pet. When the old fool finally regains his senses, the second part of my hypnotic suggestion will go into effect. Lupita drags the old man out of the way, then leans down and begins shoveling loot from the safe into a bag. ZAMORA Don't bother counting it. There should be receipts for the entire week. (laughs) I can hear the old fool now . . . telling the police about being attacked by thugs he couldn't recognize. Lupita finishes scooping the money into the bag and snaps it shut. LUPITA That's all of it. Now what? ZAMORA A late dinner perhaps? Delighted, Lupita leaps from the floor and throws her arms around Zamora. LUPITA I could go for some lobster and rice about now. And for dessert . . . . She plants a kiss on his lips while her powerful passion BEARHUGS him off his feet. CUT TO: EXT. HIGHWAY -- EVENING WE SEE Wanda as she cruises down a barren stretch of HIGHWAY. The DARK SKY bodes ominously as the wind whips through Wanda's hair. WE SEE Wanda's Porsche suddenly veer off the road. She shivers and pauses to look into the gathering grayness overhead. She pushes a button and the CONVERTIBLE TOP raises. Then, to her astonishment, SHE SEES a distinct but GHOSTLY FIGURE OF A WOMAN. The woman stands in the middle of an ARROYO, but she is not alone. She is surrounded by FOUR GREAT DANES on leashes. They strain against their bonds. But even more strangely, the mysterious woman is CRYING. Wanda wipes at her eyes in disbelief. Then she looks back to where the woman stood only moments before. SHE SEES only a DUST-DEVIL as it dances over the desert brush. CUT TO: EXT. MOTEL -- NIGHT WE SEE through a BLURRED WINDSHIELD as a NEON SIGN looms in the distance. THE SIGN READS: THE CRYING WOMAN MOTEL The Porsche pulls alongside a connected row of crude ADOBE CABINS. SHE SEES a single light burning in what must be the OFFICE. She kills the engine and exits the car. She opens a tattered screen door and the inner door gives way all too easily when she touches the knob. She enters the cramped and cluttered office. It is dimly lit by a single lamp on the office desk. She glances about the office uncomfortably and as she raises her hand to ring the tiny bell on the counter, an ELDERLY CLERK greets her. CLERK Sorry for wait. I help you? His apparent broken English is no help. Wanda gestures in an attempt to communicate. WANDA Uh . . . I am looking for . . . room a place to stay. The clerk chuckles at her awkwardness. CLERK Please, no need. I speak very fine English. WANDA You do? Great. Well, then you understand. I need a room for the night. CLERK Of course you do. We have much vacancy here. Just sign book. And he pushes an ancient LEDGER across the counter at her. As Wanda signs the ledger, the clerk stares at her curiously. CLERK You drive here from north? WANDA All the way from the border. But I think I'm off the beaten track. In fact, I think maybe I'm lost. (chuckles) CLERK Of course you are. Where you go? WANDA Well, I thought I was going to Mexico City. But now I'm not so sure. CLERK (chuckles) Mexico City? No. You take wrong road. You in Xochitillo. See, I show you. He takes a map from a rack and unfolds it on the counter. CLERK See, Mexico City here. Xochitillo here. You here. You way over here, see? WANDA Good god, how'd I miss the turnoff? Confused, the clerk can simply stare at her. WANDA That's okay, I understand. Could you just show me my room, I'm tired. Looking a bit irritated, the clerk extends an open palm. CLERK You want room? That fine. You pay me now. Wanda shrugs in frustration. WANDA All right, how much? CLERK You pay me fifty dollar. WANDA Fifty bucks? You can't be serious. The little clerk waves a boney finger in her face. CLERK You no fool me. You come here to see Guzman. You know Guzman. You have money. You pay me. Wanda resists the sudden impulse to punch him. WANDA You know something, handsome? You're crazy . . . fucking loco. But I'm too tired to argue or kick your ass. So, here, take the fucking money. She tosses a wad of tangled bills on the counter. WANDA There, and you can keep the fucking change. Suddenly, the clerk's attitude changes to near delight. CLERK Gracias, senorita. And here is key. You will find room on far end. Still miffed, Wanda whirls around and exits the office. CUT TO: EXT. VILLAGE -- MORNING WE SEE Wanda speed past a crude wooden ROADSIGN. THE SIGN READS: XOCHITILLO Entering the village, Wanda cruises slowly down the dirt thoroughfare. Like so many Mexican villages, the street is crowded with MEN AND WOMEN IN PEASANT GARB. But then, SHE SEES something altogether unexpected and unusual. SHE SEES A MONUMENT of sorts. She blinks and looks again. The Monument is of the same CRYING WOMAN Wanda saw on the highway. The plaster statue is identical to her desert vision complete with the FOUR LEASHED DOGS. Fascinated, Wanda drives alongside the monument, stops and exits the car. SHE SEES A PLAQUE with a Spanish inscription at the base of the monument. While she stares blankly at the foreign words WE HEAR the voice of ERNESTO GUZMAN. GUZMAN Ahhh, I see that you have an appreciation for our cultural attractions. Startled, Wanda jumps around and faces Guzman. WANDA I do? Actually, I'm beginning to think that my mind has snapped. GUZMAN And why do you say that? WANDA Well, I suppose for the same reason that I'm now talking with a total stranger. Guzman looks pained. GUZMAN Forgive me, I am Ernesto Guzman. And I have been anxious for this moment to meet you. He offers his hand and Wanda hesitantly accepts it. WANDA Hey, this is insane. Why am I the only one with amnesia? All I did was take the wrong turn off the highway and suddenly here I am meeting someone who's been expecting me. Guzman smiles like an understanding father listening to the confused ramblings of a child. GUZMAN Please, Ms. Woo. I can explain why you are here. But this is not the place. Please, come with me. Wanda throws her arms into the air. WANDA Sure, what the hell. She follows Guzman across the street toward a CANTINA. CUT TO: INT. CANTINA -- LATER WE SEE Wanda and Guzman as they sit across from one another at a secluded corner table in the cantina. WANDA Thanks for the Margarita. But I don't think it's possible to drink my confusion away. GUZMAN I understand your confusion. But you are here to fulfill destiny. Wanda slams her glass down on the table. WANDA Look, I'm just a little tired of your local riddles. What gives? GUZMAN Calm yourself, please. I realize how strange you must feel being here, but you will perhaps feel even stranger unless you listen to me. Wanda gulps down the remainder of her drink, slumps back in her chair and pretends to relax. WANDA Hey, go for it. I'm all ears. Guzman nods and smiles as he signals the BARTENDER. GUZMAN Another round for each of us. (to Wanda) Now, as strange as this may sound, I have been waiting for you here in Xochitillo for some time. I knew you would come eventually. And the reason I knew is because of HER. He POINTS out the window toward the monument. WANDA You mean to say that . . . that a statue . . . that thing out there is responsible for my being here? GUZMAN Exactly. And you must remember seeing her on the highway, do you not? WANDA You know about that? What the hell's going on here? Witchcraft? GUZMAN Something like that. You see, that woman you saw on the highway was the CRYING WOMAN. And that statue is her likeness. But the CRYING WOMAN is much more than an apparition or a plaster monument. She is Mexico's most important and compelling legend. And to those of us who believe in her legendary powers, she is the ultimate symbol of good and its triumph over the forces of evil. WANDA Do you mind if I ask a question, professor? He ignores her sarcasm. GUZMAN But of course. WANDA Assuming all this crap makes some kind of cosmic sense, how did I get involved in all this? GUZMAN Because, as Mexico faces its most diabolical challenge, the CRYING WOMAN brought you here as an ally against the evil ones. WANDA (laughs) Sorry, but are you saying that this CRYING WOMAN somehow influenced me to come to Mexico for some sort of battle against evil? GUZMAN Precisely. Wanda covers her face with her hands. WANDA That's what I thought you said. GUZMAN You see, the CRYING WOMAN is a spiritual entity who protects and enables the believer to resist the machinations of the evil ones. And it was her spirit which manifested itself to you and guided you here to me. WANDA And you . . . and I guess you talk to this CRYING WOMAN? GUZMAN Only in the spiritual sense. WANDA Oh, I'm relieved to hear that. WANDA So, what if I choose not to accept this wacky little scenario of yours? GUZMAN I'm afraid the CRYING WOMAN has chosen for you. WANDA Oh, really? Well, what makes her so damn sure of herself? Guzman merely smiles understandingly. GUZMAN She told me you would be stubborn. And stubborness is frequently the mark of spiritual strength. But you see, 300 years ago, the CRYING WOMAN was herself a headstrong woman. Born a poor Indian peasant, she dared to disobey the Inquisition by practicing what they considered to be a type of witchcraft. So, she was taken before the Inquisition and tried as a witch. But instead of burning her at the stake, her punishment was far more cruel. For you see, the CRYING WOMAN was forced to watch her four children as they were tortured and then killed. And in her grief she poisoned herself but not before cursing the Inquisitors and vowing to avenge the murders of her children. In fact, she promised that she would be raised from the grave along with her slaughtered children. And at that time, she vowed to oppose not only the evils of the Inquisition, but all manner of evil for all eternity. WANDA You mean the four dogs are . . . ? GUZMAN Indeed. Her children are symbolized spiritually by the four dogs that you yourself have seen. WANDA Well, that's sure one spooky tale. But I must admit that I'm still lost. GUZMAN I am sorry, but I was about to explain further. Wanda covers her face in mock horror. WANDA Sure, fine. But would you cut to the chase. I mean, what does all this stuff have to do with me being chosen by some dead witch to battle some unknown evil? GUZMAN Allow me to explain. WANDA Do I have a choice? Once again, he ignores her flippancy. GUZMAN You have probably never heard of me before. But I am Mexico's foremost wrestling trainer and promoter. And I am afraid that my country's future for good or evil hinges on my ability to prevent evil from gaining control of wrestling. For it has been said that, HE WHO CONTROLS WRESTLING CONTROLS MEXICO. Wanda rears back in her seat as if ELECTRIFIED. WANDA I'VE HEARD ABOUT ALL I CARE TO. YOU ARE NUTS. She bolts up from the table, but Guzman grasps her hand in desperation. GUZMAN Please, I beg of you. Please, hear me out. WANDA All right. But it's going to cost you at least one more drink. Guzman signals the bartender for another round as Wanda resumes her seat. GUZMAN Regardless of how you may feel, you have been chosen by the CRYING WOMAN to be our champion. Perhaps you have heard of El Santo, Mil Mascaras or The Golden Rubi? WANDA (sighs) I'm afraid not. GUZMAN Such a pity. Because they are truly living legends of Mexican wrestling. And what is more, I am proud to say that I, Ernesto Guzman, have trained each and every one of these great champions of the squared circle. WANDA Living legends, huh? Like your friend the Crying Woman? He continues to ignore her. GUZMAN Unfortunately, the Golden Age of Mexican Wrestling has faded into near oblivion. And that is because of the foul scheming of one, Dr. Juan Caronte and his cadre of evil wrestlers. Why, just last month, one of Caronte's wrestlers defeated my women's champion, The Golden Rubi. WANDA That's tough. But if this Golden Rubi is so great, why doesn't she just get a rematch and win back the championship? Guzman stares down at the table sadly. GUZMAN I'm afraid that is not possible. Because, as we speak, the Golden Rubi lies paralyzed in the hospital. Her back was broken by the evil La Bruja. WANDA Oh, I'm sorry. GUZMAN Yes, she was beaten unmercifully by Dr. Caronte's hellish creation. And now Caronte has a virtual stranglehold on all of wrestling. WANDA Look, Mr. Guzman, I really do sympathize with you. But I can't quite understand why you or this Crying Woman can possibly think that I'm in a position to help you. Hell, I'm no wrestler. In fact, I hate professional wrestling. GUZMAN Of course, you hate American wrestling. That I can understand. But I'm talking about Mexican professional wrestling and that is altogether different. Wrestling is our national institution. And we will not allow it to be dominated by those committed to evil. And that is why you have been chosen. But first, in preparation for the battles to come, you must first pass three tests in the JUNGLE OF FEAR. Finally, her patience exhausted, Wanda leaps to her feet. WANDA Look, I don't know what kind of killer pot you people smoke down here, BUT I AM NOT, I REPEAT, I AM NOT GOING TO GET INVOLVED IN YOUR SILLY WRESTLING FANTASY. GUZMAN I regret that you have taken this attitude. But as I have said, you have no real choice in the matter. Wanda shouts back at him as she STORMS out of the cantina. WANDA THE HELL I DON'T. CUT TO: EXT. MOTEL -- LATER WE SEE Wanda's Porsche as it SCREECHES to a halt outside of the motel. She bolts from the car and hurries to her cabin. WANDA (to herself) These people are all fucked up on drugs, I swear it. CUT TO: INT. MOTEL ROOM -- LATER WE SEE Wanda as she FLINGS her clothes into a suitcase lying on the bed. WANDA (mutters) That must be it. The whole damn town is inhabited by mental patients. She grabs her bag and makes a bee-line for the door. CUT TO: EXT. MOTEL -- MOMENTS LATER WE SEE Wanda as she CRAMS her suitcase into the backseat and hurriedly climbs behind the wheel. She attempts to start the car, but it is DEAD. FLYING out of the car, Wanda opens the hood and carefully searches for the problem. Then she slams the hood shut. Suddenly, SHE SEES the motel clerk as he walks toward his office. WANDA HEY, WHAT'VE YOU DONE TO MY CAR? The clerk FREEZES in TERROR as HE SEES an enraged Wanda storming after him. She GRABS him by the arms and hauls him into the air, then SLAMS him into the side of the building. WANDA You've got about two seconds to tell me what you did to my car OR I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOUR SKULL. The terrified clerk whines and squirms in her unyielding grip. CLERK I . . . KNOW NOT. PLEASE, PUT ME DOWN. WANDA YOU WHINEY LITTLE WORM. IF YOU DIDN'T, THEN WHO DID? He can only sputter gibberish in Spanish. WANDA Okay, looks like I'm going to have to take your car. Where is it? CLERK I no have car . . . just bicycle. It over there. He POINTS to a hammered old bicycle leaning against a tree. WANDA Guess that'll have to do. Is there a mechanic in Xochitillo? CLERK Yes . . . yes . . . mechanic in Xochitillo. You put me down, okay? WANDA WITH PLEASURE. Hoisting him overhead like a sack of potatoes, Wanda carries him to the office's front door and HURLS HIM THROUGH IT. WE SEE HIM CRASH through the screen door and WE HEAR the sound of more CRASHING inside. CUT TO: EXT. ROAD -- LATER WE SEE Wanda as she pedals the bicycle frantically down a winding dirt road. Clad in SCANTY SHORTS and an even SCANTIER HALTER, her incredible muscles are visibly hard at work. Wanda glances about uneasily as the road becomes less and less passable. Suddenly, and improbably she finds herself in the midst of a JUNGLE. The road completely disappears and Wanda is unable to negotiate the rough terrain. She brings the bike to a halt and then discards it in disgust. WANDA (to herself) Where the hell am I? Guess I'll have to hoof it from here. She slowly slogs her way through the DENSE JUNGLE FOLIAGE. WHEN SUDDENLY . . . . SHE HEARS RUSTLING AND THRASHING just ahead. Moments later, WE SEE a GIGANTIC WOMAN emerge from the Jungle into a clearing. This is GIGANTA. Giganta is clad only in LEOPARD-SKINS over her breasts and loins. And the rest of her BRONZED MUSCULARITY is covered with GROTESQUE TATTOOS. She TOWERS over Wanda. GIGANTA So, you are the one they call Wanda Woo. (laughs derisively) Wanda ROLLS HER EYES. WANDA Huh, right the first time. And just what do THEY call you? Giganta grins and FLEXES her HUGE ARMS. GIGANTA THEY CALL ME, GIGANTA. And I have come to DESTROY YOU. WANDA That's odd, I would've guessed you were JUST PLAIN UGLY. And as far as the destroying part is concerned, I hope you packed a lunch. Giganta is not amused and she RUSHES at Wanda. But Wanda DUCKS beneath her charge, and KICKS the giantess in the butt for good measure as Giganta charges past. WANDA That was merely symbolic. Stick around if you want the real thing. ENRAGED, Giganta ATTACKS. But Wanda STAGGERS her with a SPINNING-ROUND KICK to the head followed by a SPINNING BACKFIST to the chops. She continues to DRIVE GIGANTA BACKWARD with a DIZZYING ARRAY of KICKS and KARATE THRUSTS to the head and body. Unfortunately, Wanda FINALLY MISSES a kick and Giganta GRABS HER LEG. Then, Giganta SWINGS WANDA round and round by the leg before she SENDS HER FLYING. Wanda CRASHES into a TREE. Her confidence renewed, Giganta gloats and stalks after her fallen foe. GIGANTA NOW, LITTLE ONE, YOU SHALL EXPERIENCE THE WRATH OF GIGANTA. PREPARE FOR YOUR DEATH. Wanda manages to crawl back to her knees and shakes her head groggily. She attempts to stand, but a HUGE FOREARM SMASHES down on her back and FLATTENS her. ROLLING to her back, Wanda peers up at the HULKING AMAZON HOVERING ABOVE. Wanda again tries to rise, but an ENORMOUS FIST to the face FLATTENS her once more. WANDA (mutters) This is getting a bit old. Wanda quickly wipes at the BLOOD on her lips before absorbing yet another PUNCH to the head. Wanda appears NEARLY UNCONSCIOUS as Giganta REACHES down at her, but instead, Wanda SPRINGS OFF HER ARMS and LASHES HER FEET INTO GIGANTA'S FACE. Knocked off-balance, Giganta REELS BACKWARD. Wanda BORES INTO THE GIANTESS with PUNCHES TO THE BELLY. But the giantess is relatively unfazed as she and Wanda LOCK ARMS in a struggle for control. Their hands locked on each other's shoulders, they WRESTLE for an advantage. But Giganta's sheer brute strength and size soon OVERPOWERS WANDA who suddenly finds herself in the huge woman's BEARHUG. WANDA (GASPS) God, is this deja vu? Giganta SQUEEZES Wanda senseless. In total desperation, Wanda SLAMS HER FOREHEAD into Giganta's face. But . . . NOTHING HAPPENS. Giganta gloats. GIGANTA YOU ARE MINE. AND NOW I WILL CRUSH YOU TO DEATH. Giganta's ENORMOUS BICEPS EXPAND as she tightens her deadly bearhug. Wanda GASPS AND STRUGGLES FOR BREATH as she feels the bearhug draining the life from her body. In a last-ditch effort WANDA WRAPS HER LEGS AROUND GIGANTA'S WAIST. Then, with all the power she can summon WANDA SQUEEZES BACK with a BODYSCISSORS. Almost instantly, Giganta's body SHUDDERS and she GROANS. WANDA (GASPS) TRY THIS ONE ON FOR SIZE. The bodyscissors WEAKENS GIGANTA and moments later, she DROPS WANDA to the ground. Giganta WOBBLES AND GASPS as Wanda SNAP-KICKS her to the chin. Then, Wanda SCOOPS Giganta onto her shoulders and TWIRLS the giantess in an AIRPLANE SPIN. WANDA Hey, maybe you've heard the expression, the bigger they are, the harder THEY . . . . FALL. Wanda SLAMS GIGANTA to the ground. The earth seems to literally shake as Giganta is enveloped by a CLOUD OF DUST. The dust finally settles and Giganta sits in a heap shaking her head. Gathering her wits, Giganta appears confused as she stands and looks around for Wanda. Suddenly, WE SEE A PAIR OF MUSCULAR THIGHS SWING DOWN FROM ABOVE AND SCISSOR GIGANTA'S NECK. Then, WE SEE Wanda as she HANGS from a TREE and exerts full pressure to the scissors. Giganta FLAILS ABOUT helplessly as Wanda's powerful thighs SQUEEZE her into oblivion. Finally, WE HEAR a GRISLY SNAP as Wanda's thighs WRENCH GIGANTA'S NECK. Wanda's THIGHS PART and GIGANTA COLLAPSES. Wanda drops from the tree and stands over her fallen foe. WANDA You know what? You actually had me worried for a while. CUT TO: EXT. JUNGLE -- LATER WE SEE Wanda at the edge of a RIVER. She kneels beside it, dips her hands into the water and begins to wash her wounds. WANDA SON-OF-A-BITCH. She winces in pain as she dabs at her bruised and battered body. Then, WE HEAR another ominous stirring in the brush and Wanda assumes a defensive posture. SHE SEES CARLOS, a handsome Mexican man who appears from out of the jungle carrying a fishing pole. He smiles charmingly as he approaches along the riverbed. CARLOS Buenos dias, senorita. Though somewhat relieved, Wanda takes no chances. WANDA HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, SENOR. You've got three seconds to identify yourself and explain what you're doing here. And for your sake, I hope you can do so in English. The young man looks genuinely baffled. CARLOS Whoa . . . my name is Carlos. I mean you no harm. I fish river here all the time. Wanda relaxes. WANDA Sorry, Carlos. I'm Wanda. But after you've been through what I have, you tend to be a little paranoid. He notices the nasty welts and bruises on her body. CARLOS Oooh, that look bad. Who did this to you? WANDA Well, let's just say I had a little rumble in the jungle with a 7 foot she-monster. CARLOS (laughs) Like in movies? I no believe in monsters. WANDA Believe me, you would if you'd seen this one. She was definitely a load. But forget that for now. All I need now is directions on how to get back to Xochitillo. Can you help me? CARLOS It would be my pleasure, senorita. The village is not far. But first, you come to my cabin and I dress your wounds. He gives her a toothy grin and a flirtatious wink. WANDA Hell, why not? I could use some friendly human contact about now. CARLOS Good. Just follow me. Wanda falls in behind Carlos who leads the way SLASHING through the jungle foliage with his machete. CUT TO: INT. CABIN -- LATER WE SEE Wanda lying comfortably across a bid in the sparsely furnished jungle cabin. She moans pleasurably as Carlos stands over her and applies an ointment to her back. CARLOS This salve I use is from jungle herb. It prevents skin from scarring and takes away pain. How does it feel? WANDA Wonderful. But I'm not sure what feels better, the medicine or the doctor's soothing touch. Wanda begins to moan more intensely as his massage becomes more sensual. WANDA Tell you what, tiger. Let me roll over so you're magic hands can work on my front side. Carlos grows increasingly excited as Wanda unfastens her halter, casts it aside and then rolls over onto her back. His mouth is agape as he ogles Wanda's bare breasts and magnificent muscles. Then he quickly crawls onto the bed and sits astride her torso. WANDA Perfect. I like a man who gets into his work up close and personal. They both become aroused as Carlos kneads her shoulders and works down toward her bust. CARLOS You know, you very much different from women I know. Wanda's voice is dreamy and distant. WANDA Yeah, I can imagine. CARLOS It is your body. So much big muscles on such beautiful woman. They are almost as big as mine. WANDA Trust me, handsome. Mine are bigger. CARLOS (laughs) You are right. Mine are bigger. Wanda suddenly raises her upper-body off the bed as a startled Carlos tries to pin her arms back to the mattress. He strains with all this strength but Wanda's arms are immovable as she holds him at bay. WANDA What's wrong, tiger? Having a little trouble? Carlos giggles but soon finds himself gasping as Wanda SCISSORS his ribcage with her muscular legs. WANDA You like to play, huh? Well, then you should really love this. The, wrapping his head in her arms, Wanda HUGS his head into her chest as she rolls him over onto his back. Their situations reversed, Wanda PINS his arms down as she straddles him. WANDA How about it, handsome? Whose muscles are bigger now? Carlos appears almost fearful as he squirms about beneath her. Wanda looks down at him teasingly. WANDA So, now that I've got you where I want you, there's only one thing left for you to do. She begins to unbuckle his belt and work his pants down. She goes down on him, takes him by the hair and pulls his head up. Then she kisses him long and hard on the mouth before letting his head fall back to the bed. WANDA Okay, stud. Satisfy me. CUT TO: INT. CABIN -- MORNING WE SEE Wanda as she slowly awakens and looks over at the still slumbering Carlos. Slowly, she crawls out of the bed and makes her way to an OPEN WINDOW and peers out. WE SEE a seemingly tranquil jungle in the glow of the early morning sun. Then WE HEAR what sounds like ORGAN MUSIC in the far distance. She strains to hear the music as it GROWS LOUDER. Wanda grimaces in bewilderment as she realizes that it is MARIACHI MUSIC ALA WURLITZER ORGAN. Suddenly, WE SEE an even more surreal sight as a half-dozen SKELETONS emerge from the depths of the jungle. Wearing SOMBREROS AND SWINGING MACHETES, the skeletons march in perfect cadence to the organ music. Terrified, Wanda rushes over to the bed in a PANIC. WANDA WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!! She takes hold of Carlos and drags him from the bed onto the floor. Carlos mutters and stumbles to his feet. CARLOS WHAAA? She steers the groggy man over to the window. WANDA LOOK. OUT THERE. WE SEE the army of skeletons advancing ever closer. CARLOS I no understand . . . I NEVER SEE ANYTHING LIKE THIS. Wanda hurriedly throws on her clothing. WANDA ME NEITHER, LOVERBOY. But I've got the strangest feeling that I'm not out of the woods yet. She grabs his machete off the table and tosses it to him. WANDA HERE, CATCH. You wouldn't happen to have another one of these things around the house, would you? CARLOS No, but I will help you fight them. WANDA Gee, thanks. Now all we have to do is figure out how to fight a bunch of dead things with sharp weapons. Suddenly, the DOOR CRASHES OPEN and TWO SKELETONS CONFRONT WANDA. While one SKELETON THRUSTS HIS MACHETE AT WANDA, the other engages Carlos in a kind of SWORD FIGHT. Wanda spins out of the way just as a MACHETE SPLITS A TABLE IN HALF. Then she CARTWHEELS AWAY FROM A SECOND THRUST which SEVERS A HANGING LAMP FROM THE CEILING. It CRASHES TO THE FLOOR AS THE THIRD THRUST GRAZES HER BARE BELLY. SHE FREEZES AS A TRICKLE OF BLOOD APPEARS. CARLOS WANDA, LOOK OUT! His warning comes in time as WANDA GRABS THE SKELETON BY ITS BONEY WRIST AND FLIPS IT TO THE FLOOR. The SKELETON SHATTERS. She hovers over the shattered skeleton in amazement. WANDA And I thought I was falling to pieces. WE HEAR A SCREAM AND WANDA TURNS IN TIME TO SEE CARLOS' HEAD SEVERED FROM HIS BODY BY THE SKELETON'S MACHETE. The disembodied HEAD CONTINUES TO SCREAM as it flies across the room and finally hits the wall. Carlos' headless BODY WRITHES GROTESQUELY ON THE FLOOR. Victorious, the SKELETON FACES WANDA AND SMILES. It TAKES A STAB at her but she nimbly dodges its thrust and takes it by the arm. THEN SHE TWIRLS HER BONEY NEMESIS ROUND AND ROUND. SEVERAL OTHER SKELETONS BURST INTO THE HOUSE. WANDA HANG ON SLIM. THIS ONE'S FOR LOVERBOY. The OTHER SKELETONS ADVANCE as Wanda continues TWIRLING the one. WANDA I CALL THIS ONE BOWLING FOR BONES. SHE LETS THE SKELETON FLY. HE STRIKES THE OTHERS LIKE A MISSLE. WE SEE AN EXPLOSION OF BONES. Nearly exhausted, Wanda surveys the destruction. WANDA Please, tell me the nightmare's over. WE HEAR a familiar VOICE. CARLOS NOT YET. WE SEE Carlos REATTACHING HIS HEAD TO HIS BODY. CARLOS PREPARE TO DIE, BITCH. She regards him with amusement. WANDA You know, I think I prefer you without the head. HE RUSHES AT HER WAVING A MACHETE AND HOWLING LIKE A GHOUL. SHE EASILY SIDESTEPS HIM AND A SNAP-KICK TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD SENDS HIM SMASHING INTO THE WALL. UNFAZED, HE SNARLS AND CHARGES AT HER AGAIN. BUT A SPINNING BACKFIST DROPS HIM TO THE FLOOR. DAZED, he crawls about at her feet. WANDA I don't get it. Was it something I said or is this merely manic depression? He attempts to stand but a SLASHING CHOP to the neck drops him to his knees. WANDA Hmmm . . . let's see if we can't find a cure. She helps the wobbly Carlos back to his feet. Then SHE POKES HER FINGERS INTO HIS EYES. THEY BURST INTO AN UGLY OOZE. WANDA OOOH, that was rather unpleasant. Then SHE REARS BACK AND DRIVES A KARATE THRUST INTO HIS CHEST. HER BLOW PENETRATES HIS CHEST AS SHE RIPS OUT HIS HEART. She hold it in her hand curiously. WANDA Hmmm, so I guess we can establish that even zombies have hearts. But his wobbly frame still stands before her. WANDA Well, I think I've finally taken the fight out of you. Now all I have to do is TAKE YOU OUT. And with that, SHE SPINS AND DELIVERS A ROUNDKICK TO THE HEAD. The force of the kick RIPS THE HEAD OFF AND IT SAILS OUT THE OPEN WINDOW. Wanda sighs and wipes her hands. WANDA Anymore surprises? She wearily makes her way through the carnage. WANDA Guess not. She exits the cabin. CUT TO: EXT. JUNGLE -- LATER WE SEE Wanda as she staggers out of the jungle and into a clearing. Exhausted, she falls to her knees and rests. Then WE HEAR yet another familiar VOICE. GUZMAN You have done well Ms. Woo. You have survived the JUNGLE OF FEAR. More angry than startled she rises to her feet. WANDA You whacked out bastard. I should've known you were behind this carnival of horrors. She stalks him with fists clenched and blood in her eyes but Guzman is undaunted. WANDA I'm through trying to make sense out of this madness, but that won't stop me from kicking your butt. GUZMAN DO WHAT YOU WILL. But I would advise you to preserve your strength for the battles ahead. His calmness completely drains her rage as she throws her hands into the air. WANDA Good grief. You mean there's more? I mean, I'm beginning to feel like a puppet in a show for sadists. Guzman grasps her shoulder reassuringly. GUZMAN You have no free will of your own. I am sorry, but you have been chosen by the Crying Woman to restore virtue and justice to wrestling in Mexico. WANDA Okay, you win. I'll play along for now. But just tell me one thing. GUZMAN And what might that be? WANDA Where'd you manage to come up with a giantess, an army of skeletons and a handsome hunk zombie? I mean, you don't happen to know a dude named Harryhausen do you? He regards her with a puzzled expression. GUZMAN Those are questions better asked of the Crying Woman herself. Perhaps someday she will explain. WANDA Great. I can hardly wait for someday. So, what's next in this wild adventure? GUZMAN I suppose you have a right to know. During the next few weeks, you will be trained in the art of the SQUARED CIRCLE. WANDA Meaning? GUZMAN Meaning you will soon be the one and great future champion of all Mexican wrestling. WANDA (sighs) Great, I can hardly wait. CUT TO: INT. HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT TITLE: MEXICO CITY. WE SEE the frantic figure of Zamora as he paces the length of the hotel room. He ruminates aloud to an impassive Lupita who lounges about on the bed. ZAMORA I cannot bear much more of this humiliation. Night after night, the greatest living hypnotist in all Mexico plays to an indifferent audience in the grime of another shabby, half-empty theatre. He stops pacing momentarily and shoots a glance over at Lupita who continues ignoring him. She fiddles with the knobs on the bedside RADIO. The radio begins playing a soft LATIN RUMBA. Lupita props herself against the headboard and drifts away. Zamora grows steadily more angry. ZAMORA DAMN YOU, WOMAN. YOU HAVE NOT HEARD A WORD I HAVE SAID. The money from Monterrey is almost gone and we are making almost nothing even here in Mexico City. Lupita sneers at him with contempt. LUPITA Have you given any thought to robbing the theatre here? Her sarcasm IGNITES HIM and he BEATS ON HIS CHEST INDIGNANTLY. ZAMORA YOU . . . YOU INSOLENT WITCH. ZAMORA IS NO THIEF. I AM ZAMORA. Lupita laughs derisively at his little tantrum. LUPITA The great Zamora. How utterly pathetic you are. HE FLIES OVER TO THE BED AND ATTEMPTS TO SLAP HER. SHE SEIZES HIS WRIST IN MID-AIR AND TWISTING HIS WRIST, FORCES HIM TO HIS KNEES. Zamora whimpers in pain as she leans over the edge of the bed and whispers into his face. LUPITA You sometimes forget, great one. And let this be a reminder. Without me you are nothing but a buffoon, an absurd clown in a cape. HE WHIMPERS MORE LOUDLY AS SHE TWISTS HIS WRIST. Finally, he cries out his concession. ZAMORA ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. PLEASE, MY LOVE. She releases him from her relentless grip. LUPITA That is better. I much prefer that tone. Ashamed and sobbing, Zamora buries his face in his hands. Lupita smirks down at him. LUPITA ENOUGH, ENOUGH OF YOUR HYSTERICS. She leaps off the bed, pulls his hands from his face and drags him back to his feet. LUPITA NOW LISTEN TO ME. It is time that you faced reality. The act has become stale, predictable. It is time to introduce something new, something bold and daring. Suddenly calm and composed, Zamora seems to have an inspiration. ZAMORA Of course. What you suggest is absolutely true. You have never been so right. He breaks into UNRESTRAINED CACKLING as he circles about the room staring at the ceiling. Then, he abruptly stops laughing and takes Lupita into his arms. ZAMORA Yes, my love. It is time for the ultimate illusion. It is time for the unveiling of THE GUILLOTINE. He kisses her passionately but Lupita seems to be in shock. LUPITA THE GUILLOTINE? But you have not perfected it. Zamora's face contorts into a MANIACAL LEER. ZAMORA What is wrong, my pet? Are you not anxious to perform the single most incredible illusion ever staged? LUPITA It is not that easy of a question. But the illusion is far too dangerous to be performed without preparation. He senses her fear and tests it. ZAMORA You are not afraid, are you? LUPITA You know me better than that. ZAMORA Fine. Then YOU WILL be the subject? Her silence betrays her reluctance. ZAMORA Why do you worry, my pet? We have rehearsed THE GUILLOTINE countless times. LUPITA That is different. We have never actually performed it before an audience. ZAMORA There must always be a first time. Is that not true? She shakes her head in half-hearted agreement. ZAMORA Then it is settled. We will present The Guillotine next week. And if it will make you feel any more secure, we will rehearse it everyday until then. He gestures dramatically at the ceiling, waves his hands in the air and shouts at the ceiling. ZAMORA IT WILL BE OUR MOST MAGNIFICENT MOMENT, LUPITA. YOU AND I WILL DEFY DEATH AS NO ONE HAS BEFORE. He bursts into sustained cackling as Lupita warily looks on. CUT TO: INT. THEATRE -- NIGHT WE SEE Zamora as he points and postures on STAGE in front of a group of SUBJECTS seated in a row of chairs. Lupita stands solemnly in the background as Zamora laughs along with the audience at the bizarre antics of the hypnotized subjects. WE SEE a MALE SUBJECT GNAWING on an onion as the audience roars in amusement. Zamora pauses in front of the ONION-EATER. ZAMORA See . . . see how he devours the delicious fruit. It is so extremely tasty that tears of delight run down his face. Zamora continues on down the line to a FAT WOMAN who is performing a a parody of a ballet. Her tremendous bulk causes her to stumble about clumsily. ZAMORA And here we have our pretty ballerina. WE HEAR the GUFFAWS of the audience. ZAMORA Her natural grace and beauty are something to behold. The Far Woman attempts to pirouhette on her toes and as she does, Lupita sneaks up from behind and plants a KICK to the woman's ample buttox. The crowd convulses with BERSERK LAUGHTER as the Fat Woman sprawls flat on her face. But surprisingly, she bounces back to her feet and resumes her absurd ballet. Zamora proceeds next to a pair of LOVELY YOUNG WOMEN. ZAMORA And now . . . last but certainly not least, we have our passionate young lovers. They are so much in love that nothing and no one can deny their ardor. Zamora SNAPS HIS FINGERS and the two babes begin to FONDLE AND KISS ONE ANOTHER with unabashed passion. WE HEAR WOLF-WHISTLES AND SPRINKLED OBSCENITIES from the audience as the young lovelies go at it. ZAMORA WHAT IS THIS? ARE YOU NOT REALLY IN LOVE? YOU MUST ABANDON ALL INHIBITIONS TO PROVE IT. He SNAPS HIS FINGERS once more and the lovers begin TEARING AT EACH OTHER'S CLOTHING. They FALL TO THE FLOOR GROPING AND AND CLUTCHING AT ONE ANOTHER. One woman's blouse is completely RIPPED AWAY and WE HEAR the frenzied CROWD REACTION as the theatre rocks with HOOTS, WHISTLES and STOMPING FEET. Then, when they have STRIPPED EACH OTHER DOWN TO THEIR BRAS, Zamora quickly intervenes. ZAMORA THAT IS ENOUGH. (snickers) You have proved your love to all. He SNAPS HIS FINGERS and the two women rise calmly from the floor and resume their seats as if nothing unusual has occurred. Zamora TWIRLS ABOUT dramatically and faces the crowd. ZAMORA BE GONE . . . ALL OF YOU. And when you have left the stage, you will remember nothing. The onion-eater suddenly drops his onion. The fat lady freezes in her tracks. And with them, the young lovelies file off the stage like so many mindless zombies accompanied by the WILD APPLAUSE of the audience. Zamora beams with pride and gestures for the crowd to be quiet. ZAMORA THANK YOU. THANK YOU. But this is only the beginning. MONDO HYPNOTICO WILL NOW PRESENT THE MOST ASTOUNDING FEAT EVER TO APPEAR ON ANY STAGE ANYWHERE. AND ONLY I . . . THE GREAT ZAMORA HAVE MASTERED THIS MOST DIFFICULT AND DANGEROUS ILLUSION. SO NOW, MONDO HYPNOTICO PRESENTS FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER . . . THE GUILLOTINE. He points off-stage and WE SEE Lupita as she WHEELS THE GUILLOTINE onto center stage. WE HEAR A SHOCK-WAVE OF GASPS. ZAMORA Now, I beg of you ladies and gentlemen, I require your absolute silence. Any distraction could lead to tragedy. Lupita appears with a DUMMY and places its head in the guillotine. ZAMORA But first, we must test the sharpness of the guillotine's BLADE. Zamora grins like a fiend. Zamora PULLS THE LEVER. WE SEE THE GUILLOTINE BLADE PLUNGE DOWN. The blade SEVERS THE DUMMY'S HEAD from its body. A shudder of GASPS sweeps over the audience. ZAMORA As you can clearly see for yourselves, the guillotine is razor-sharp and lethal. But once Lupita is placed under the protection of my hypnotic trance, she will be impervious to harm. Lupita sits down in a chair in front of Zamora. He kneels in front of her and begins the HYPNOTIC RITUAL. ZAMORA LISTEN TO MY VOICE, LUPITA. ONLY THE SOUND OF MY VOICE EXISTS. ONLY MY VOICE MATTERS NOW. YOU ARE ENTERING A MAGICAL VOID. A PLACE WHERE NOTHING CAN TOUCH YOU. NOTHING CAN HARM YOU. ONLY MY VOICE IS REAL. ONLY MY VOICE MATTERS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Lupita nods in WIDE-EYED OBEDIENCE. ZAMORA GOOD, NOW AS YOU LISTEN ONLY TO MY VOICE, YOU WILL OBEY ONLY MY VOICE. NOW, YOU WILL ENTER THE VOID. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DRIFT INTO THE VOID. YOU ARE NOW INSIDE THE MAGICAL PLACE WHERE YOU ARE COMPLETELY SAFE WITHIN THE VOID. NOW, AS YOU LISTEN ONLY TO MY VOICE, YOU WILL OBEY. YOU WILL BECOME THAT WHICH I TELL YOU TO BECOME. NOW, WHEN I REACH THE COUNT TO FIVE, YOUR BODY WILL CHANGE. IT WILL CHANGE FROM FLESH TO STEEL. EVERY MUSCLE IN YOU BODY WILL BE TRANSFORMED FROM FLESH TO THE STRONGEST STEEL. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Lupita nods. ZAMORA EXCELLENT. AND NOW I WILL COUNT TO FIVE. REMEMBER AND OBEY. YOUR BODY AND EVERY MUSCLE WILL BECOME AS RIGID AND AS STRONG AS THE STRONGEST STEEL. READY? ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE. He waves a hand in front of her sleeping face. ZAMORA THERE, IT IS DONE. YOU ARE NOW STEEL. YOUR BODY HAS BECOME THE STRONGEST STEEL. Zamora SWISHES HIS CAPE and turns back to the audience. ZAMORA IT IS DONE. THE WILL OF ZAMORA HAS PREVAILED. LUPITA'S BODY OF SOFT FLESH HAS BEEN TRANSFORMED HYPNOTICALLY INTO THE HARDEST AND STRONGEST STEEL. ZAMORA IT IS NOW TIME FOR THE MOMENT OF TRUTH. THE TRUTH OF THE GUILLOTINE. The audience remains EERILY SILENT as Zamora positions Lupita's head into the guillotine. Then, without the slightest hesitation ZAMORA REACHES FOR THE GUILLOTINE'S LEVER AND PULLS IT. WE SEE THE GUILLOTINE BLADE AS IT HURTLES DOWN. THEN, WE SEE SPATTERS OF BLOOD APPEAR ON ZAMORA'S HORRIFIED FACE. WE HEAR THE BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAMS OF THE AUDIENCE. WE SEE LUPITA'S DISEMBODIED HEAD ROLL AND ROLL HIDEOUSLY ACROSS THE STAGE AS IT LEAVES A TRAIL OF GORE BEHIND IT. Finally, THE HEAD COMES TO REST. IT LIES IN A POOL OF GORE. IT STARES GROTESQUELY INTO THE VOID. CUT TO: INT. GYMNASIUM -- DAY WE SEE Wanda as she performs STRETCHING EXCERCISES inside a WRESTLING RING. A group of curious MALE ONLOOKERS ogle her remarkable physique which is revealed to full advantage in her SPORTS-BRA and SPANDEX SHORTS. She winks and smiles down at her ringside admirers. Then she issues a playful challenge. WANDA How about it? One of you guys wanna go a couple of falls? They laugh sheepishly and shrink back from the ring. Then, WE SEE Guzman heading down an aisle toward the ring. Following close on his heels are TWO MASKED MALE WRESTLERS. Guzman enters the ring with the two masked men in tow. GUZMAN (to Wanda) I am glad to see that you are prepared. Today's session will mark the end of your training. After today, you will be ready to challenge the infamous LA BRUJA. Wanda curiously EYES the two masked wrestlers who fidget nervously behind Guzman. WANDA Who're these guys? I don't recall ordering masked bodyguards. GUZMAN (laughs) You maintain a very keen sense of humor. But I must ask you to be serious for a moment. Allow me to introduce you to Mexico's greatest living wrestling champions. WANDA You're kidding me. Guzman ignores her remark while the masked wrestlers glance at each other and shake their heads. GUZMAN First, there is El Santo. A chubby wrestler in a silver mask and matching tights steps forward. EL SANTO I have heard much good about you, Ms. Woo. And it will be my great honor to help you prepare for your upcoming match with the cunning and evil La Bruja. He and Wanda shake hands. WANDA Glad to meet you, I guess. GUZMAN Yes, El Santo is the most famous and revered wrestler in all Mexico. His skill and experience will stand you in good stead. And now, it is my privilege to introduce you to Mexico's current heavyweight wrestling champion. Known as THE MAN OF A THOUSAND MASKS, and the star of many monster films, I give you the incomparable MIL MASCARAS. The much larger and muscular MIL MASCARAS steps forward in one of his bizarre multi-colored masks. MASCARAS I too am proud to assist you in your honorable quest to dethrone the dastardly witch La Bruja. She possesses such power that she could defeat most men in the ring. EL SANTO Mascaras is correct. And that is why the Crying Woman has chosen you to avenge the barbaric defeat of The Golden Rubi. WANDA You know, it's just a thought. But if the Crying Woman is so darned powerful, why doesn't she don a pair of tights and wrestle this witch? Her flippant disrespect shocks them. GUZMAN Please, you must not joke about this sacred trust. La Bruja is true and ruthless witch. And you will need all the strength and skill possible to defeat her. EL SANTO This is true. But La Bruja is under the spell of someone even more evil and corrupt. WANDA And who might that be? GUZMAN His name is Caronte. Dr. Juan Caronte. But fortunately, Mascaras has just recently defeated his male champion. GUZMAN But still, Caronte controls the women's champion through the evil witch La Bruja. WANDA Okey dokey. MASCARAS Guzman speaks the truth. I defeated Caronte's evil wrestler. But still, the evil one's plot against me. And the championship will never be secure until Caronte himself is destroyed. Wanda can't help but roll her eyes in the face of all his melodrama. WANDA Well then, I suppose one of you guys wants to show me the ropes. El Santo and Mascaras exchange uneasy glances. MASCARAS I suggest that you wrestle with El Santo first. (chuckles) And after that, if you feel able, I will consent to wrestle you. WANDA Gee, how gentlemanly of you. EL SANTO Surely, and I will be glad to share my wealth of experience with you even though I am technically retired. WANDA (sighs) Okay chubs. Shall we get it on? El Santo looks down self-consciously at his protruding belly. Mascaras chuckles as he slaps El Santo on the back. Guzman and Mascaras exit the ring as Wanda FLEXES HER BICEPS for El Santo's benefit. El Santo nervously looks back at his comrades as he confronts Wanda alone in the ring. WANDA HOW ABOUT IT, EL CHUBS. ARE YOU READY? His dignity offended, El Santo lunges at Wanda. She eludes him easily and clamps on a grinding HEADLOCK. Then, SHE TOSSES HIM OVER HER HIP to the mat. Down on the mat, Wanda works the headlock as El Santo POUNDS THE MAT in pain. Wanda whispers tauntingly into his ear. WANDA Surprised? I'll bet you didn't think I was this strong. But El Santo BREAKS THE HOLD like the great champion he once was. They both clamber back to their feet. And this time, it's El Santo who gains the advantage as he puts Wanda in a FULL-NELSON. EL SANTO I NO LIKE YOUR SMART MOUTH. El Santo bears down with all his might as Wanda strains to break the hold. WANDA THAT'S FUNNY. I NO LIKE YOU. And Wanda REVERSES THE HOLD as she moves behind El Santo with a full-nelson of her own. The pressure of the hold forces El Santo to his knees as he HOWLS IN PAIN. His predicament worsens as Wanda combines a BODY-SCISSORS and takes him down to the mat. Guzman and Mascaras appear to be in total shock at ringside. El Santo GROANS AND SQUIRMS as Wanda's combination hold punishes him. WANDA READY TO GIVE IT UP? EL SANTO NEVER, NEVER WILL I SUBMIT TO A WOMAN. WANDA Such a chauvanistic attitude. And Wanda JOLTS HIM with a burst of LEG-POWER as her scissor hold makes him whimper. Then, in desperation, Santo reaches for her HAIR AND PULLS IT. WANDA SCREAMS and releases him. Wanda is furious as they face each other on their feet. WANDA SO, THE GREAT SANTO WANTS TO PLAY ROUGH, EH? EL SANTO THE GREAT SANTO MERELY WISHES TO TEACH YOU A LESSON. WANDA I HOPE YOU PACKED A LUNCH. Wanda FLIES AT HIM. But this time, Santo FLIPS HER TO THE MAT with a FLYING-MARE. Then he WRENCHES HER ARM into a painful ARM-BAR. Wanda HOWLS in pain as Santo twists at her arm. EL SANTO My apologies, senora. But it is all part of the game. Then, he drags her to her feet by the hair and BODYSLAMS her to the mat. But Wanda BOUNCES BACK UP and returns the favor with a BODYSLAM of her own. Santo is dazed on the mat as Wanda grabs him by the mask and hauls him to his feet. She BODYSLAMS him again. She waits for the wobbly masked man to rise and then . . . BODYSLAMS HIM YET AGAIN. Wanda sneers down at El Santo who WRITHES on the mat holding his back. WANDA HOW'S MY TECHNIQUE, CHUBS? IS IT IMPROVING? Santo crawls to his knees and BELTS HER TO THE BELLY, Wanda merely smiles down at him, puts her hands on her hips and dares him. WANDA GO AHEAD. TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT. Santo PUNCHES HER AGAIN. AND AGAIN. But Wanda is UNFAZED as she giggles and grabs his head. Then she INSERTS HIS HEAD between her MASSIVE THIGHS. WANDA YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS? YOU'VE GOT A BIG HEAD. LETS SEE WHAT WE CAN DO ABOUT THAT. SHE TIGHTENS HER HUGE THIGHS AROUND HIS HEAD IN A STANDING HEAD-SCISSORS. Santo SCREAMS IN AGONY as her scissors SQUEEZES him senseless. WE SEE his DISTORTED, CRUMPLED MASK being CRUSHED BETWEEN HER THIGHS. SANTO SLAPS AT HER THIGHS FRANTICALLY. WANDA GEE, I THINK YOUR HEAD'S GETTING SMALLER ALREADY. Santo's body appears to go limp as Wanda parts her thighs and he FLOPS to the canvas. Wanda dives down on him and rolls him over. She covers him for the PIN. But Santo somehow HEAVES her off him. Wanda is on her knees as Santo miraculously gets to his feet and storms after her. He reaches down for her HAIR when . . . Wanda PUNCHES him hard to the belly. He buckles over and grabs his stomach. Then, she LANDS AN UPPERCUT to his chin. Santo STAGGERS AND REELS before collapsing to the mat. Back on her feet, Wanda chases him down and . . . SLASHES HIM ACROSS THE THROAT with a karate thrust. Santo REELS BACKWARD INTO THE ROPES. HE BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES AND BACK TO THE CENTER OF THE RING WHERE . . . Wanda greets him with a perfectly executed FLYING DROPKICK to the head. Santo hits the mat with a THUD. Wanda COVERS HIM FOR THE PIN. El Santo lies motionless on his back beneath her. WANDA WELL, ISN'T ANYONE GOING TO COUNT? Guzman and Mascaras shrug dumbly in shock. Wanda begins to SLAP THE MAT herself. WANDA ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR . . . . Finally, Guzman recovers enough to speak. GUZMAN (to Macaras) I think perhaps she is ready. Wanda continues counting and slapping the mat as the great El Santo slumbers. WANDA THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, FIFTEEN, SIXTEEN, SEVENTEEN . . . . CUT TO: INT. ASYLUM -- NIGHT WE SEE Zamora bound by straps to a hospital bed. The room is almost pitch-black except for narrow streams of moonlight from a window. Suddenly, he strains against his bonds and SCREAMS. ZAMORA AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH. He writhes against his bonds, but they hold him firm. Then, the DOOR FLIES OPEN and DR. CARONTE enters the room accompanied by an ORDERLY. Caronte grips the struggling Zamora by the shoulders and shouts at the orderly. CARONTE THE SYRINGE . . . GIVE ME THE SYRINGE. The orderly complies and hands Dr. Caronte a VERY LONG SYRINGE. CARONTE A dose of FORMULA Z-90 ought to quiet him for the night. Caronte JABS the NEEDLE into Zamora's arm. A sweating, trembling Zamora looks pleadingly into Caronte's eyes. ZAMORA WHO . . . WHO ARE YOU? WHAT IS THIS PLACE? CARONTE Shhhh, I am Dr. Juan Caronte. And this place is my hospital. There is nothing to fear. You are in my care. ZAMORA But . . . why . . . why am I . . . ? CARONTE Why the restraints? My apologies for any discomfort. But I am afraid that you have been rather manic these last few days. ZAMORA Days? CARONTE Yes. It has been several days since your admission. Zamora suddenly BURSTS into uncontrolled SOBBING. ZAMORA I killed . . . I KILLED HER!!! Then, A LOOK OF SHEER TERROR COMES OVER HIM. WE SEE LUPITA'S HEAD AS IT ROLLS IN SLOW-MOTION ACROSS THE STAGE. IT FINALLY COMES TO A DEAD STOP. THEN IT SPEAKS IN A GUTTURAL SNARL. HEAD I WILL BE AVENGED. YOU MURDERED ME. I WILL BE AVENGED. Caronte SLAPS Zamora in the face. CARONTE Ignore those visions. They are only hallucinations. You must ignore them. Zamora leans his sobbing face into Caronte's shoulder. Caronte STROKES Zamora's head as if he were a child. CUT TO: INT. ASYLUM -- MORNING TITLE: ONE WEEK LATER WE SEE a calm and composed Zamora enjoying the view from his hospital window. Dr. Caronte suddenly enters the room and greets his patient. CARONTE Well, how are you this morning? You seem in good spirits. ZAMORA Indeed I am, doctor. It is a beautiful morning. And this is the first time in weeks that I have enjoyed one. CARONTE Splendid, it would seem that your recovery is nearly complete. Zamora walks over to Caronte and places his hand on his shoulder. ZAMORA The words may fail me. But it is you who has given me back to life. I will be forever in your debt. Caronte smiles at him STRANGELY. CARONTE Not forever, my dear Zamora. But it is a wise man who recognizes his debt to another. Zamora appears slightly confused. CARONTE Yes, Zamora. You are indebted to me. But there is much you can do to repay me. ZAMORA Anything at all, doctor. I meant what I said. CARONTE Very well. Meet me in an hour in my laboratory. I will have an orderly show you the way. Zamora CLICKS his HEELS. ZAMORA I WILL BE THERE. Zamora returns to the window as Caronte exits the room. CUT TO: INT. LABORATORY -- LATER WE SEE a series of HUMAN-SIZED TEST TUBES lining the wall of Dr. Caronte's laboratory. Inside each tube WE SEE a WRESTLER. They appear to be FROZEN in SUSPENDED ANIMATION. WE SEE Caronte as he fools with the controls on an INSTRUMENT PANEL. Suddenly, he is interrupted by Zamora. ZAMORA I must say, doctor, this is a most impressive laboratory. Agitated, Caronte WHIRLS AROUND. CARONTE You just said it, YOU IDIOT. Offended, Zamora glares at him. CARONTE Sorry, Zamora. But I was rather preoccupied with my work and you startled me. ZAMORA I agreed to help you doctor, but I will not subject myself to your inconsiderate remarks. CARONTE I apologize. But we have more important things to discuss. ZAMORA I accept your apology, doctor. But no one, not even you is permitted to speak to me with disrespect. CARONTE (sighs) Fine, fine. Now, may I proceed? Zamora nods sharply. CARONTE Thank you. Now, you have probably noticed my specimens over there. (points toward wall) These specimens represent my crowning achievement as a man of science. ZAMORA They look like . . . like wrestlers I have seen on the television. CARONTE Very perceptive, Zamora. But they are more than mere wrestlers. They are my AUTOMATONS inasmuch as I dominate their wills completely. ZAMORA For what earthly reason? CARONTE You surprise me, Zamora. I assumed that you would grasp the obvious significance of what you see. ZAMORA Well, only that you have apparently perfected a technique of drug-induced mind control. But that is nothing new. Zamora has been controlling minds for twenty some years. CARONTE That is true, Zamora. I control their minds with FORMULA Z-90. But I need your assistance in allowing me to exert more than just the limited control I do now. ZAMORA But why these . . . these common wrestlers? CARONTE Surely, you have heard the age-ole axiom, he who controls wrestling controls Mexico. Zamora strains to recall. ZAMORA It is possible. But I honestly cannot say. CARONTE Of course you have. But that is beside the point. There is much to be done if I am to maintain my stranglehold on the sport. For example, you see the powerful-looking woman in the last tube? ZAMORA Yes. WE SEE LA BRUJA, a powerfully built woman with a mane of unkempt black hair and a body covered with bizarre OCCULT TATTOOS. CARONTE Well, she is La Bruja, the last of my champion wrestlers. Unfortunately, my enemies have been successful in defeating my other specimens. Soon she will have to defend her title against a very formidable foe. And I must prevail. ZAMORA You actually require my help to assure that this . . . this La Bruja wins? A sly expression comes across Caronte's face. CARONTE No. I need your assistance to make certain that her opponent is victorious. Caronte takes obvious pleasure in Zamora's confusion. ZAMORA I'm afraid that I do not follow your . . . . CARONTE (laughs) Here, take a look at these photographs. He hands some PHOTOGRAPHS to Zamora. WE SEE Wanda in the photographs depicting her victory over El Santo. CARONTE (v.o.) The woman you see in these photographs actually defeated El Santo, Mexico's most famous and revered wrestling champion. And as these pictures attest, she is every bit his superior. And as we speak, she is preparing to wrestle La Bruja for the women's wrestling championship. I am not certain where my rivals found her, but she is a real danger to me so long as she remains in their hands. Clearly, she is the most impressive female specimen I have ever seen. And I fear that she will make short work of my La Bruja even with the benefit of my mind control technology. That is why I am in need of your assistance. Time is short and I must find a way to capture this woman's will and make it my own. Trembling and flushed, Zamora stares at the photos as if they depict a haunting spirit. ZAMORA I cannot believe this. It . . . it is her. It is my . . . my Lupita. This woman . . . she is the living incarnation of my beloved. Caronte's face becomes a mask of slyness once more. CARONTE What a pleasant surprise for you. I thought that perhaps you would recognize the similarities. ZAMORA SIMILARITIES? NO. IT IS HER. IT MUST BE. CARONTE Hmmm, well, perhaps it is. CUT TO: INT. HOTEL -- DAY WE SEE Wanda as she lounges casually on the bed in a revealing NEGLIGEE. Suddenly, WE HEAR the phone RING. She SLINKS off the bed and answers it. WANDA Hello? She listens for a moment. WANDA Just relaxing, actually. You know, Guzman, if you'd just told me in the beginning that my career as a pro wrestler meant that I'd spend most of my time in a luxury hotel, you could've saved us both a lot of hell. I mean, I would've jumped at the chance. She listens for another few moments. WANDA Don't worry, I'm more than a match for any wrestling witch. But I'm a little tired right now . . . yeah, so look, let me get some rest and I'll see you at the arena tomorrow. Right . . . okay, bye now. Wanda hangs up and lazily returns back to bed WHEN . . . . WE HEAR a KNOCK at the door. WANDA Oh, brother. She hurriedly throws on a robe and goes to the door. She peers through the door's PEEPHOLE. WE SEE Zamora disguised as a BELLMAN. WANDA Sorry, but I didn't send for room service. ZAMORA I realize that Ms. Woo, but I'm here to deliver a package. WE SEE him HOLD THE PACKAGE up to the peephole. Wands shrugs her shoulders. WANDA Well, okay. She opens the door and Zamora rushes past her into the room. WANDA Hey fella, I didn't invite you in. Just give me the package and leave. Zamora grins at her playfully. ZAMORA You want the package. Then you may have it. Suddenly, Zamora RIPS OPEN THE BOX AND A MECHANICAL VORTEX POPS OUT. The Vortex emits a NEON GLOW as it SPINS HYPNOTICALLY. Wanda is instantly TRANSFIXED. ZAMORA LOOK INTO THE HYPNOTIC EYE. ONLY THE HYPNOTIC EYE AND MY VOICE MATTER. NOTHING ELSE EXISTS. NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. YOU WILL HEAR ONLY MY VOICE. YOU WILL OBEY ONLY MY VOICE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Wanda nods. ZAMORA EXCELLENT. NOW, SIT DOWN ON THE BED. Backing mechanically toward the bed, Wanda lowers herself down on it. The hypnotic vortex stops spinning and Zamora places it back inside the box and lays it down on a table. The he positions himself next to Wanda on the bed. ZAMORA GOOD. NOW REMEMBER, YOU CAN HEAR ONLY MY VOICE. YOU WILL OBEY ONLY MY VOICE. I HAVE MANY INSTRUCTIONS FOR YOU. YOU WILL LISTEN AND YOU WILL OBEY. Then he leans over and KISSES her fully on the lips. ZAMORA YOU ARE MY LUPITA. YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. He slips his hand beneath her robe and FONDLES her. She remains absolutely motionless and emotionless. ZAMORA YOU LOVE ME AS YOU CAN LOVE NO OTHER MAN. YOU WILL LOVE AND OBEY ME. YOU WILL BE LOYAL ONLY TO ME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? Wanda's face is glazed and expressionless as she nods her obedience. CUT TO: INT. ARENA -- NIGHT WE SEE an oddly stoic Wanda as she waits in the corner of the RING. She mechanically removes her ORIENTAL ROBE and reveals her remarkable body. WE SEE Zamora and Caronte at RINGSIDE. Then WE SEE Guzman and Mascaras glancing over at the evil duo. Zamora stands and GESTURES at Wanda. She acknowledges him with a mechanical nod. Guzman turns to Mascaras with ALARM. GUZMAN Something is seriously amiss. Why did she not seem to even recognize me earlier? MASCARAS I am sure you imagine this. But it could simply be that she is nervous. I have suffered from such things before such an important match. GUZMAN No. This is different. Did you see how she looked at that character with Caronte? She has been acting strangely ever since we picked her up at the hotel. Then WE SEE La Bruja as she finally enters the ring. The fans register their distaste with a rousing chorus of BOOS. La Bruja's face is STREAKED with BLACK PAINT and she sports a PENTAGRAM on her forehead. She confronts the crowd, running her long fingers through her tangled locks. Wanda observes her opponent without emotion. CARONTE (to Zamora) Are you certain that this Wanda Woo is ready? She appears almost too relaxed. ZAMORA You will soon see a dramatic change, doctor. But there is one thing I do not understand. Why did you not simply program La Bruja to lose this match? CARONTE That would have been too simple. Had I done so, I would not have been able to gauge just how powerful this Wanda Woo really is. And I would certainly not have known the extent of your abilities. ZAMORA I see. But why must you sacrifice this La Bruja? She is most impressive. CARONTE (laughs) She is expendable. And so are you. Suddenly, WE SEE the RING ANNOUNCER. ANNOUNCER Good Evening, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, it is my great honor to present the principals in this championship wrestling contest for the Mexican Women's Wrestling Championship. So, first, introducing the wrestler on my right. Originally, from the United States, but now living in Mexico City, this undefeated newcomer weighs in at 150 pounds. I give you, MADAME WOO. The crowd BURSTS into WILD CHEERING AND APPLAUSE. ANNOUNCER And now, introducing the wrestler on my left. Hailing from Guadalajara Mexico, this astounding wrestler has never been defeated in over 100 matches. Weighing in at 175 pounds, I give you Mexico's Women's Wrestling Champion, LA BRUJA. The very foundation of the arena ROCKS with BOOING AND STOMPING FEET. La Bruja mocks the crowd with UGLY FACES and VIOLENT GESTURES. Wanda remains absolutely detached. WE SEE the REFEREE marches to the center of the ring and SIGNALS for the BELL to RING. La Bruja RUSHES at Wanda who appears sluggish. They LOCK HANDS in the center of the ring. Wanda almost FORCES the witch to her knees WHEN . . . . La Bruja KICKS Wanda square in the BELLY. Wanda STAGGERS back into the corner and La Bruja charges after her. La Bruja PUNISHES Wanda with REPEATED FOREARM SMASHES to the head and chest. Wanda SWAYS with every jolt. Then, La Bruja BLASTS Wanda's belly with a series of KNEE- LIFTS. Wanda drops to her knees, breathless and panting. Then, she DRAGS Wanda to the center of the ring, PICKS HER UP and BODYSLAMS her to the canvas. La Bruja continues the assault and KNEE-DROPS Wanda as the latter rolls about on the mat. GUZMAN I cannot believe this is happening. But I know that Caronte is behind this. Guzman glares over at Caronte who is equally upset. CARONTE I THOUGHT YOU SAID SHE WAS PREPARED. THIS IS A SLAUGHTER. Meanwhile, La Bruja intensifies the onslaught with VICIOUS KICKS to Wanda's head and body. Wanda attempts to escape as she ROLLS TOWARD THE ROPES. But La Bruja STRADDLES HER BACK AND APPLIES A NECK-STRETCHER. Wanda's FACE CONTORTS IN PAIN as her head and neck are forced back. The referee appears concerned as he closely observes the action. CARONTE The neck-stretcher is an unbreakable submission hold. SHE IS FINISHED AND SO ARE YOU, ZAMORA. THE NECK-STRETCHER THREATENS TO SNAP WANDA'S NECK AS LA BRUJA FORCES IT DANGEROUSLY BACK. Fearing the worst, Zamora CLOSES HIS EYES AND CONCENTRATES with all his power. ZAMORA (to himself) I must attempt to reestablish my telepathic link. ZAMORA'S FACIAL MUSCLES TWITCH AS HE GRITS HIS TEETH UNDER THE EXERTION. Suddenly, Wanda BUCKS La Bruja off her back and breaks the hold. The two wrestlers GRAPPLE FOR CONTROL. On their knees, they EXCHANGE PUNCHES. La Bruja's punches have little effect. Wanda retaliates with SLASHING KARATE THRUSTS TO THE THROAT. La Bruja TOPPLES to her back. Wanda quickly combines a FULL-NELSON with a BRUTAL BODY- SCISSORS. Wanda's POWERFUL THIGHS CRUSH La Bruja's middle. And her FULL-NELSON FORCES LA BRUJA'S CHIN INTO HER CHEST. La Bruja GROANS IN AGONY. But somehow, La Bruja succeeds in STICKING HER FOOT THROUGH THE ROPES. The referee intervenes and ORDERS WANDA TO RELEASE THE HOLD. Wanda reacts quickly and GRABS LA BRUJA BY THE HAIR AND HAULS HER TO HER FEET. Then, SHE WHIPS LA BRUJA ACROSS THE RING BY THE HAIR. La Bruja LANDS FLAT ON HER BACK. Wanda discards a HANDFUL OF HAIR. La Bruja GRABS AT HER HEAD. Wanda HAULS THE WITCH BACK TO HER FEET. Then she LIFTS LA BRUJA HIGH INTO THE AIR BY THE HAIR. The witch's feet THRASH MADLY. Wanda FLINGS La Bruja across the ring by the hair. WADS OF HAIR FLOAT THROUGH THE AIR. La Bruja ROLLS ABOUT ON THE MAT frantically grasping at the BALD SPOTS on her head. Wanda RIPS OUT THE LAST OF LA BRUJA'S HAIR as she yanks her off the mat and THEN . . . . RAMS her BALD HEAD into the CORNER POST. Wanda PROPS her dazed opponent in the corner. Then she JOLTS the witch with FOREARM SMASHES, KARATE SLASHES AND KICKS. Finally, placing one hand on her THROAT, Wanda GRABS the witch's CROTCH and LIFTS HER OVERHEAD. Then SHE DRIVES La Bruja to the canvas with a POWER-SLAM. The ring TREMBLES with the impact. Wanda SPLASHES DOWN on the bald witch and COVERS her for the pin. Incredibly, La Bruja FLAIL KICKS Wanda off her and avoids the three count. The witch crawls across the mat on her knees as Wanda pursues her. Then, La Bruja REACHES INSIDE HER TIGHTS AND . . . . As Wanda reaches down to grab her, THROWS A WHITE SUBSTANCE INTO HER FACE. BLINDED, WANDA COVERS HER FACE WITH HER HANDS. The witch CACKLES and BURIES FIST AFTER FIST into Wanda's belly. Wanda REELS around the ring rubbing her eyes. GUZMAN THIS IS AN ATROCITY. SHE SHOULD BE DISQUALIFIED. MASCARAS Unfortunately, the title cannot change hands on a disqualification. GUZMAN DAMN YOU, MASCARAS. You would have to bring that up. Suddenly, La Bruja applies a SLEEPER-HOLD on Wanda as her forearms begin to SLOWLY SQUEEZE her into unconsciousness. Cackling with glee, La Bruja senses victory as Wanda WILTS TO THE MAT. Just as it appears all is lost, WANDA SUDDENLY ELBOWS the witch to the belly. La Bruja GASPS as she releases the sleeper hold. Then, Wanda SLASHES the witch to the mat with a karate blow to the throat. Wanda patiently waits for the witch to regain her feet. La Bruja rises unsteadily. Taking the witch by the ears, Wanda HEAD-BUTTS her. The witch staggers backward. Another HEAD-BUTT opens a BLOODY GASH on her face. Finally, Wanda wraps her arms around the witch and BEARHUGS her. Wanda's irresistible strength FORCES THE BREATH from her body. The helpless witch STRUGGLES in Wanda's MUSCULAR ARMS as the bearhug SQUEEZES her into oblivion. Wanda SHAKES LA BRUJA LIKE A RAG DOLL before TOSSING HER LIMP BODY to the mat. Wanda doesn't bother pinning her opponent as the referee SIGNALS the BELL TO RING. The referee RAISES WANDA'S ARM in victory. But Wanda displays no emotion whatever as she walks back to her corner like a robot. A BLOODY, BALD AND BEATEN LA BRUJA LIES UNCONSCIOUS ON THE MAT. CARONTE MY GOD, ZAMORA. YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED AFTER ALL. I HAVE A NEW AND UNBEATABLE CHAMPION. Zamora beams with smugness. While further down at ringside, Guzman congratulates himself. GUZMAN IT WAS NOT A PRETTY THING TO WATCH, MASCARAS. BUT WE HAVE COME FAR IN OUR QUEST TO RESTORE DECENCY AND HONOR TO MEXICAN WRESTLING. But unlike Guzman, Mascaras is very much disturbed as he GESTURES toward the ring. MASCARAS LOOK, I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I AM SEEING. WE SEE Caronte EMBRACING WANDA. Then WE SEE Zamora KISSING her inside the ring. GUZMAN COME, MASCARAS. SOMETHING IS DECIDEDLY WRONG. Guzman and Mascaras RUSH from their seats and LEAP into the ring. Stoically, Wanda HANDS THE BEJEWELED CHAMPIONSHIP BELT TO CARONTE. CARONTE HOLDS THE BELT ALOFT. THE CROWD IS ACTUALLY CHEERING. Though she shows absolutely NO EMOTION, Wanda allows herself to be KISSED AND HUGGED by Zamora. ZAMORA (to Wanda) You are mine forever, Lupita. Fate has divinely conspired to deliver you from the dead. Together, WE SHALL CONTROL WRESTLING AND MEXICO. Zamora BURSTS INTO SUSTAINED CACKLING, but Caronte does not appreciate what he has OVERHEARD. CARONTE THIS IS MY BELT, ZAMORA. AND SHE IS MY CHAMPION. GUZMAN YOU ARE BOTH MISTAKEN. WANDA WOO IS MY CHAMPION. AND THAT IS MY BELT. Guzman GRABS AT THE BELT and he and Caronte WRESTLE for it. ZAMORA YOU ARE BOTH FOOLS. IT IS I, THE GREAT ZAMORA WHO IS VICTORIOUS. (to Wanda) SEIZE THE BELT, LUPITA. KILL THEM AND CLAIM THE BELT FOR THE GREAT ZAMORA. Wanda CLUBS Guzman to the mat then LIFTS Caronte into the air by the THROAT. CARONTE SPUTTERS AND CHOKES IN HER LETHAL GRIP. WE HEAR Zamora as he CACKLES ENDLESSLY. Suddenly, a METAL CHAIR CRASHES down on Wanda's head from behind. Caronte FALLS to the mat gasping for breath as Wanda DROPS to her knees in a daze. Mil Mascaras stands over her HOLDING THE CHAIR. MASCARAS YOU HAVE BETRAYED US ALL. YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE HONOR OF MEXICAN WRESTLING. Caronte takes advantage of the distraction and GRABS THE BELT. Caronte FLEES the ring with Guzman in pursuit. Wanda rubs her aching head as Mascaras prepares to SLAM THE CHAIR on her again. Wanda BLOCKS THE CHAIR and TAKES IT AWAY from Mascaras. WANDA HEY, WHAT'S THE IDEA? ZAMORA KILL HIM, LUPITA. DESTROY MASCARAS. Wanda rises from the mat shaking the cobwebs from her confused mind. WANDA Look, don't ask me what's been going on here. But my name's Wanda and I don't much care for your tone of voice. Zamora THROWS HIS ARMS AROUND HER. ZAMORA PLEASE, LUPITA. YOU MUST NOT DEFY ME . . . YOU MUST . . . . WANDA I MUST BE LOSING MY MIND. She SHOVES Zamora away. WANDA LOOK, ASSHOLE. TOUCH ME AGAIN, AND I'LL DO A LITTLE DANCE ON YOUR NUTTY NOGGIN. MASCARAS IT IS A MIRACLE. YOU ARE NO LONGER UNDER THE SPELL OF CARONTE. WANDA You know, I'm not following any of this. So, WHAT'S NEW? She marches over to Mascaras and FLATTENS HIM with a single PUNCH. WANDA BY THE WAY, MASKED MAN, I DON'T LIKE BEING CLOBBERED WITH CHAIRS. Zamora attempts to EMBRACE HER once again. But Wanda BACKHANDS HIM, THEN PICKS HIM UP AND . . . . BODYSLAMS ZAMORA to the canvas. WANDA YOU NEED A COLD SHOWER, CREEP. Terrified, Zamora CRAWLS under the ring ropes and flees. Wanda turns back to Mascaras who still seems overjoyed despite having been punched. WANDA What's with you? You like being decked? I'll be glad to do it again. MASCARAS (laughs) No, no. You pack pretty good punch. But I will explain all of this to you later. But we must help Guzman. PLEASE, COME WITH ME NOW. Wanda shrugs. WANDA Hell, may as well? They both LEAP from the ring and make their way through the PANDEMONIUM. CUT TO: EXT. PARKING LOT -- LATER WE SEE Guzman and Caronte in the ARENA PARKING LOT. They are engaged in a spirited TUG OF WAR over the championship belt. GUZMAN THE BELT BELONGS TO ME, EVIL ONE. CARONTE SURRENDER THE BELT OR I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KILL YOU. GUZMAN WITH YOUR BARE HANDS? THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE. CARONTE NOT ON YOUR LIFE, YOU IDIOT. And Caronte BRANDISHES A PISTOLA. GUZMAN I THOUGHT NOT, YOU SHAMELESS COWARD. CARONTE DROP THE BELT, GUZMAN. OR IT WILL BE MY PLEASURE TO KILL YOU. Caronte takes DEADLY AIM with the pistol while Guzman HUGS THE BELT to his breast. GUZMAN DO WHAT YOU WILL. I WILL NOT SURRENDER THE CHAMPIONSHIP TO EVIL. Suddenly, WE HEAR the unmistakable sound of VICIOUS DOGS BARKING. TERRIFIED, both men turn to SEE . . . . THE CRYING WOMAN AS SHE BARELY RESTRAINS HER PACK OF GREAT DANES. GUZMAN I KNEW THIS MOMENT WOULD COME. THE CRYING WOMAN HAS COME TO DO JUSTICE. Caronte MAKES HIS MOVE as he GRABS THE BELT from the distracted Guzman. At that precise instant, The Crying Woman UNLEASHES HER DOGS. THEY STREAK AFTER THE FLEEING CARONTE. Caronte GLANCES back over his shoulder. WE SEE the SNARLING DOGS GAINING on him. Within a scant few moments, the pack of DOGS OVERTAKE AND ENGULF CARONTE. WE HEAR CARONTE'S TORTURED CRIES AS THE DOGS SAVAGE HIM. Then, as if responding to a silent command, THE DOGS GROW SILENT AND DISAPPEAR. WE SEE the DISMEMBERED BODY OF CARONTE lying on the pavement in their wake. A MURMURING CROWD OF ONLOOKERS surround the mangled body of Caronte. Finally, Wanda, Mascaras and Guzman EMERGE THROUGH THE CROWD. They PEER IN AMAZEMENT at the HORRIFIC SIGHT. GUZMAN What you see before you is the demise of evil and arrogance. WANDA Sheesh, what a day. First I'm hypnotized, nearly beaten to death, hit by a chair . . . . (laughs) And now this. Mascaras puts a brawny arm around Wanda's shoulders. WANDA And what's more. I don't remember half of it. MASCARAS Do not concern yourself with details. These have not been pleasant things to remember. But you are now the champion. And it would be my honor to take you home. Wanda and Mascaras embrace and KISS. WANDA You know, that's the first time I've been kissed my a masked man. And you know what else? MASCARAS What is that? WANDA I kinda liked it. They both laugh and kiss again. Meanwhile, WE SEE a TAXI parked alongside the arena. THROUGH THE WINDOW WE SEE ZAMORA. He sneers ominously as the taxi pulls out of the parking lot and into traffic. CUT TO: EXT. DESERT -- DAY TITLE: SOMEWHERE IN SONORA Somewhere in the barren vastness of the SONORAN DESERT, WE SEE a JEEP as it snakes its way over the dusty terrain. The vehicle eases to a stop. WE SEE Zamora on the passenger side as he speaks with the DRIVER. ZAMORA Is that it, up ahead? The driver nods and points straight ahead. DRIVER Yes. You can see it from here. That is MOUNT MYSTERIO. WE SEE MOUNT MYSTERIO in the distance. It is shaped very much like a VOLCANO. Zamora looks anxious and uncertain. ZAMORA Then we must hurry. I have an appointment which will not wait. The driver switches gears and the Jeep lurches forward over a sandy RISE. Then it disappears. CUT TO: EXT. MOUNT MYSTERIO -- LATER The jeep comes to a halt in front of what appears to be a MAN-MADE ENTRANCE. Zamora exits the Jeep and turns to the driver. ZAMORA You may return to the village. But make sure to meet me back here tomorrow. DRIVER Very well, senor. But perhaps I should wait . . . . At that moment, WE SEE AN ENORMOUS ELECTRONIC DOOR slowly OPEN in the side of the mountain. ZAMORA There will be no need. You must leave now. Looking a bit unnerved, the driver slams the Jeep into gear and SPEEDS AWAY. Zamora hesitantly advances toward the doorway. CUT TO: INT. MOUNT MYSTERIO -- MOMENTS LATER WE SEE Zamora as the electronic door shuts behind him. He stares in awe at his cavernous surroundings. Suddenly, WE SEE a GIGANTIC ROBOT whirring toward him from down a long corridor. ZAMORA OOOOH, CARUMBA!! The robot stops directly in front of him as Zamora cringes. ROBOT OOOOH, CHIHUAHUA!!! The robot raises its MECHANICAL ARM. Zamora defensively covers his head with his arms. ROBOT YOU NEED NOT FEAR ME, SENOR ZAMORA. I AM MERELY THE GUARDIAN OF MOUNT MYSTERIO. The kindly robot lowers its mechanical arm and STROKES Zamora comfortingly on the head. ROBOT BUT YOU MUST FOLLOW ME NOW. DOCTOR VACA AWAITS YOUR ARRIVAL IN HIS LABORATORY. Greatly relieved, Zamora follows the robot into an ELEVATOR. CUT TO: INT. LABORATORY -- MOMENTS LATER WE SEE Zamora and the robot EMERGE from the elevator. WE HEAR the VOICE of DOCTOR VACA. VACA Welcome, Senor Zamora. Welcome to my laboratory in the bowels of Mount Mysterio. Zamora is awed as he surveys the impressive array of LAB EQUIPMENT. ZAMORA You speak as though I should know you. VACA A thousand pardons. I am Doctor Antonio Vaca. And you have already met my mechanical assistant. Vaca FLIPS A SWITCH on an INSTRUMENT PANEL and the robot whirs swiftly away. ZAMORA This is all very impressive, Dr. Vaca. But just why have you sent for me? VACA You cannot guess? ZAMORA I could indeed. But I would rather not, doctor. VACA Fine. Then I will allow someone else to explain things to you. Vaca TWISTS A KNOB and WE HEAR an ELECTRONIC HUMMING. Then, WE SEE a MECHANICAL LUPITA GLIDE into the lab. Zamora is seriously shaken and his knees buckle. ZAMORA LUPITA . . . IT CANNOT BE. VACA BUT IT CAN. AND IT IS. LUPITA Hello, Narciso. Zamora scrutinizes the entity before him. The head is definitely that of Lupita. But the body is HUGE AND MUSCULAR. ZAMORA WHAT MANNER OF SORCERY IS THIS? Her voice . . . her face . . . but the body is not. VACA Ah, yes. We were forced to improvise I'm afraid. You see, the nerves were so severly damaged that we could not salvage the body. LUPITA Are you not pleased with my body? I think it is very much an improvement. Zamora is almost wild with confusion. ZAMORA BUT HOW DID . . . WHY HAVE . . . ? VACA Calm yourself, senor. It is a long and involved story. But you must thank my old colleague Dr. Caronte for acting so quickly in a crisis. And he wanted this moment to be a surprise. ZAMORA BUT CARONTE IS DEAD. How is it that you are involved? VACA True enough. But his work lives on through the supreme creation you see before you. You see, Caronte was able to regenerate the brain tissue. But a living head is rather, shall we say, limited without a functional body. So, because I specialize in robotics, he chose me to fuse the living head of your late wife with this artificial body of my own design. Zamora is livid. ZAMORA THIS IS AN OUTRAGE. WHY WAS I NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS . . . THIS INSANITY? Vaca stares at Zamora with calm, icy coldness. VACA Well, your late wife wished to surprise you. LUPITA Are you surprised, Narciso? Lupita begins to MENACINGLY STALK Zamora. Sensing her intentions, Zamora fearfully backs away. ZAMORA WHAT IS IT YOU WANT FROM ME? LUPITA YOUR LIFE, LOVER. I WANT MY REVENGE. Zamora makes a DESPERATE DASH toward the door, but Lupita SPINS HIM AROUND. Then she SEIZES HIM BY THE THROAT. SHE LIFTS HIM HIGH OVERHEAD WITH A SINGLE MECHANICAL HAND. Zamora's body SHAKES AND QUIVERS in her unrelenting grip. Suddenly, his BODY BECOMES LIMP. SHE CASTS HIS LIFELESS BODY ASIDE. THEN SHE LEANS OVER HIS CORPSE AND TAKES IT BY THE HAIR. WE HEAR THE UNGODLY RIPPING OF FLESH. LUPITA HOLDS ZAMORA'S DECAPITATED HEAD IN HER OUTSTRETCHED HANDS. SHE OFFERS THE GROTESQUE TROPHY TO VACA. LUPITA HERE, DOCTOR. SEE WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH THIS. (CLOSE ON ZAMORA'S HEAD) FADE OUT: .