The Adventures of Negropolis and Mason - Episode 5 - The Camp

Scene opens with Mason, Negropolis, and MacDougal standing frozen in the middle of the camp, facing a man wielding a machine gun. Several other men, equally armed, emerge from the surrounding huts, their expressions stern. The leader, Wilfredo, steps forward, eyeing the group suspiciously.

Wilfredo: (in Spanish, sternly) “¿Quiénes son ustedes?”

Mason stares at him blankly, tilting his head like a curious puppy. After a beat of silence, he grins.

Mason: “Uh... Ne habla Espangnol?”

Negropolis’s face turns pale as he mutters under his breath.

Negropolis: “This is it. We’re going to die... eaten by jungle squirrels or something. I knew this would happen...”

MacDougal, meanwhile, scans the area, his sharp eyes noting the escape routes and exits like a true survivalist.

Wilfredo: (switching to English, now louder and more threatening) “Who are you, and why are you here? Are you American CIA? Did they send you to assassinate us?”

Negropolis flinches and stammers, stepping forward timidly.

Negropolis: “N-no, no, no! We’re not CIA! We’re... wrestlers. Just wrestlers. Our plane crashed.”

Wilfredo narrows his eyes, scrutinizing the group. His intense gaze lingers on Mason, then shifts to Negropolis. Suddenly, recognition dawns on his face, and he breaks into a wide smile.

Wilfredo: “Wait a minute... I know you!” (pointing at Mason) “You’re Molly Mason’s cousin! And you...” (pointing at Negropolis) “You’re that ugly skull guy who got fired by Count Vlad!”

Negropolis’s jaw drops in indignation.

Negropolis: (defensively) “Ugly?! It’s called a gimmick! And for the record, I wasn’t fired—I was... uh... laid off.”

Mason, ever the optimist, beams and steps forward confidently.

Mason: “Yep, that’s us! Big fans of the Dark Dominion, huh?”

Wilfredo: (enthusiastically) “Oh, sí! We all love HCW here! Watch it every week. Señor Vlad—he is the best! The Dark Dominion—primo, número uno!” (pauses) “You both were with them but got fired, right?”

Mason: (waving his hand dismissively) “Not quite. Actually, we’re on a special mission at the North Pole.”

Wilfredo gasps in delight.

Wilfredo: “Ah, yes! The NPCW! We love that too! But wait... you’re not going to cause trouble for Santa, are you? He’s even better than Señor Vlad!”

Negropolis, sensing this could go south quickly, jumps in with a nervous laugh.

Negropolis: “No, no, no! We’re just... uh... scouting some talent. Strictly professional.”

Wilfredo’s smile returns, even wider this time, and he claps his hands together.

Wilfredo: “¡Bienvenidos! Welcome to my camp, my friends! My name is Wilfredo. Come, eat and rest—you’ve had a long journey.”

The group is shown to a small hut where they can wash up and rest. Negropolis collapses onto a makeshift cot, groaning dramatically.

Negropolis: (muttering) “Why does everyone recognize me as ‘that skull guy’? I had layers to my character... layers, Mason!”

Mason: (feeding Flippers a small fish, ignoring Negropolis) “They recognized me too, y’know. Molly Mason’s cousin—that’s got a nice ring to it.”

Negropolis: (sarcastically) “Oh, congratulations. Want a medal?”

MacDougal chuckles from the corner, leaning on his crutch.

MacDougal: “Ach, ye lads’re like an old married couple. Now get cleaned up. Ye smell like...well, like somethin’ that got dragged through the jungle.”

Later that night, the group is invited to a grand feast. The camp is alive with music, laughter, and the aroma of roasted meat. Mason is in his element, exchanging jokes with Wilfredo, while Negropolis looks suspiciously at every dish, poking it with a fork.

Negropolis: (whispering to MacDougal) “What’s this... thing? Is it... moving?”

MacDougal: (grinning) “Och, lad, that’s just good ol’ jungle cuisine. Eat up!”

Wilfredo: (turning to Mason and Negropolis, raising a glass) “You know what would be great? If you two put on a match against our champions!”

Negropolis: (choking on his drink) “A match? Here? No, no, no—we’re not in... uh... wrestling condition right now!”

Mason: (enthusiastically) “Sure, we’d love to!”

Negropolis glares at Mason, mouthing “What are you doing?!” Wilfredo laughs and gestures behind the main building.

Wilfredo: “Come, I’ll show you.”

Behind the building, a magnificent wrestling ring is set up. Inside, two short men are sparring, performing flips and exaggerated poses. Negropolis’s eyes light up for the first time all day.

Negropolis: (smiling) “Oh, sure. We’ll wrestle them. No problem.”

Wilfredo’s grin widens. He turns to the camp and yells in Spanish. From the main building, two hulking giants emerge, towering over everyone. Their muscles ripple, and they look every bit the part of fearsome wrestlers.

Wilfredo: “I present to you... our champions: Los Gigantes de El Salvador!”

Negropolis’s smile vanishes as his face turns ghostly pale. He sways slightly, muttering to himself.

Negropolis: “What did we get ourselves into...”

Scene ends with Mason looking unfazed, grinning up at the giants, while Negropolis starts hyperventilating in the background.