Post by El Dragon on Dec 30, 2011 15:59:58 GMT -6
We open in on Chad Lights standing on a stage in a parking lot of the local K-Mart, with dozens of fans standing around. An NCW truck is parked nearby and Chad has a microphone in hand.
Chad: Thank you all for coming out to our NCW fan fest tour! We're going to do some trivia, some fun events, maybe a little Q & A. Then we'll have a signing with none other than the Cat Lady! Oh yeah!
The crowd cheers.
Chad: Now let's give out some prizes! Who wants to come up here first?
As people are clammoring with their hands raised, a horn starts honking. People stop and turn to see a 1971 Ford Pinto pulling up. Out of the car emerges the Internationals! El Dragon de Valor and Bushido are wearing the tag team titles around there waist. Kesuke puts a Club on the steering wheel as Dragon, Bushido, and Miranda head onto the stage. Dragon takes the microphone from Chad.
Dragon: ¡Escúcheme! ¡Escúcheme!
Crowd: BOOOO!
Dragon: Quit with this shallow sucking up to these peons! They don't deserve prizes or anything else. These ingrates deserve nothing!
Chad tries to take the mic back. Bushido holds him back with one hand.
Dragon: You people make us sick. We tried to show you the right way to live, we tried to be polite. We tried to show you values and honor. Instead, you praised the vile, despicable men who do nothing but pander to your short term memory and shallow American values. Due to that, we've fallen on hard times. We've walked in your shoes, and we HATE IT!
Crowd: BOOOO!
One random guy in the crowd: You're not even the real champions!
Dragon: ¿Perdóneme? Excuse me? We may not be the champions you want, but we are the champions you need! We will not live in cespools that are okay by your standards, and we need to show you the right way to live. We should have been the champions a long long time ago, but due to cowardly tactics, we have been kept away from the belts for almost a year now. We are your uncrowned world tag team champions, and now we've just taken the belts because you need us to be your champions. ¡Usted nos necesita! So yes, we took the belts, but only because we had to. Now we've put the so-called champions in a match where they cannot cheat!
Another Crowd member: You suck!
Yet Another: Go back to Brazil!
Dragon: I--wha? I'm not from...you ingrates! You complete and utter ingrates! Just like those punk clowns that weasled their way into our match! The "mystery gang." Aquellos perros no merecen nada. They did nothing but unmask us. Freakke has barely any talent to begin with, and Hexx has even less. Then that weirdo Happy Doo--
The crowd cheers vehemently.
Dragon: That abomination is something you all cheer for. ¿Usted es serio? That is one of the reasons why you need us to be champions. To show you how wrestling should really be. Happy is not a wrestler, and he should be no where near a ring, much like our other opponents. Ted.
The crowd cheers, but not nearly as much as they did for Happy Doo.
Dragon: A man who was a joke of a wrestler for the last five years changes his name and suddenly he's the hottest thing in wrestling? Then he teams with a body guard for a nobody and magically they win the titles. Before us? No, unacceptable! Este no debería ser. But I guess it makes sense. You perros deserve champions on your level. That's what you deserve. But no, we are here to save you from your own stupidity and make you see how much better your life could be with us as your champions!
Crowd: Booooo!
Chad: Would you let me take this show back over and pass out prizes?
Bushido: What?
Bushido towers over Chad and stares him down.
Chad: Nevermind.
Dragon: You people have taken everything from us, so we are now taking everything from you. If we have nothing, you have nothing. Therefore you are not winning any prizes today. You're not getting anything. You get no signatures from ladies with cats. When you start cheering us again, then you will get things from us.
The crowd continues to boo.
Dragon: We are your unofficial tag team champions, we don't have to take this! Come Bushido, let us make our leave from these plebeyos.
Dragon tosses the mic to Chad, but Bushido grabs it before it smacks him in the face.
Bushido: We...end your...disrespect...by ending...your heroes.
Dragon and Bushido leave the stage. Miranda stands around for a few seconds before realizing her clients are leaving. Kezuke starts the car. The scene fades.
Chad: Thank you all for coming out to our NCW fan fest tour! We're going to do some trivia, some fun events, maybe a little Q & A. Then we'll have a signing with none other than the Cat Lady! Oh yeah!
The crowd cheers.
Chad: Now let's give out some prizes! Who wants to come up here first?
As people are clammoring with their hands raised, a horn starts honking. People stop and turn to see a 1971 Ford Pinto pulling up. Out of the car emerges the Internationals! El Dragon de Valor and Bushido are wearing the tag team titles around there waist. Kesuke puts a Club on the steering wheel as Dragon, Bushido, and Miranda head onto the stage. Dragon takes the microphone from Chad.
Dragon: ¡Escúcheme! ¡Escúcheme!
Crowd: BOOOO!
Dragon: Quit with this shallow sucking up to these peons! They don't deserve prizes or anything else. These ingrates deserve nothing!
Chad tries to take the mic back. Bushido holds him back with one hand.
Dragon: You people make us sick. We tried to show you the right way to live, we tried to be polite. We tried to show you values and honor. Instead, you praised the vile, despicable men who do nothing but pander to your short term memory and shallow American values. Due to that, we've fallen on hard times. We've walked in your shoes, and we HATE IT!
Crowd: BOOOO!
One random guy in the crowd: You're not even the real champions!
Dragon: ¿Perdóneme? Excuse me? We may not be the champions you want, but we are the champions you need! We will not live in cespools that are okay by your standards, and we need to show you the right way to live. We should have been the champions a long long time ago, but due to cowardly tactics, we have been kept away from the belts for almost a year now. We are your uncrowned world tag team champions, and now we've just taken the belts because you need us to be your champions. ¡Usted nos necesita! So yes, we took the belts, but only because we had to. Now we've put the so-called champions in a match where they cannot cheat!
Another Crowd member: You suck!
Yet Another: Go back to Brazil!
Dragon: I--wha? I'm not from...you ingrates! You complete and utter ingrates! Just like those punk clowns that weasled their way into our match! The "mystery gang." Aquellos perros no merecen nada. They did nothing but unmask us. Freakke has barely any talent to begin with, and Hexx has even less. Then that weirdo Happy Doo--
The crowd cheers vehemently.
Dragon: That abomination is something you all cheer for. ¿Usted es serio? That is one of the reasons why you need us to be champions. To show you how wrestling should really be. Happy is not a wrestler, and he should be no where near a ring, much like our other opponents. Ted.
The crowd cheers, but not nearly as much as they did for Happy Doo.
Dragon: A man who was a joke of a wrestler for the last five years changes his name and suddenly he's the hottest thing in wrestling? Then he teams with a body guard for a nobody and magically they win the titles. Before us? No, unacceptable! Este no debería ser. But I guess it makes sense. You perros deserve champions on your level. That's what you deserve. But no, we are here to save you from your own stupidity and make you see how much better your life could be with us as your champions!
Crowd: Booooo!
Chad: Would you let me take this show back over and pass out prizes?
Bushido: What?
Bushido towers over Chad and stares him down.
Chad: Nevermind.
Dragon: You people have taken everything from us, so we are now taking everything from you. If we have nothing, you have nothing. Therefore you are not winning any prizes today. You're not getting anything. You get no signatures from ladies with cats. When you start cheering us again, then you will get things from us.
The crowd continues to boo.
Dragon: We are your unofficial tag team champions, we don't have to take this! Come Bushido, let us make our leave from these plebeyos.
Dragon tosses the mic to Chad, but Bushido grabs it before it smacks him in the face.
Bushido: We...end your...disrespect...by ending...your heroes.
Dragon and Bushido leave the stage. Miranda stands around for a few seconds before realizing her clients are leaving. Kezuke starts the car. The scene fades.
