Post by El Dragon on Feb 3, 2012 19:09:35 GMT -6
We open in on El Dragon de Valor staring at the camera.
Dragon: Hola mi amigos. Welcome. Let me say, this Sunday, your tag team champions, the heroes you need, are in another Honor rules Tag Team Title match. As we should be, so that we may show you all how to live your lives. But once again, we face Motor City Mafia. And why is this? We brought them here because they were the best tag team your crappy country has left. There are no others. But we already beat them. We brought them here because they are drunks and cowards, and that's what you all love right? We humiliated them already. We showed you that the Americans have nothing compared to us! Now we are forced to face them again, simply because they are the only other tag team you have? How sad, how pathetic. One of them won't be here after Sunday, because there is no way that Johnny Rotten will clean up in time to keep his job. I don't see it happening, because he is weak. Just like all of you. It is how you all are. Dependent upon whatever security blanket you've chosen for the rest of your life. It disgusts me.
Dragon spits on the floor and walks away as the camera follows. Before he exits, he turns back to the camera.
Dragon: And another thing, Matt Hackson, you stay away! This is not your fight. You are done. We have no use for you anymore. You are no longer relevant! Your dream is over, and we will destroy the dreams of the other two! You think you can help those two losers beat us? Three losers do not make a winner. Bushido is better than the three of you combined. I am better than the three of you combined. Him and I, juntos somos invencibles. You can't stop us! We are world renowned, you were a flash in the pan. You can't save the MCM from the same fate you had. Instead, you'll just have to watch as history repeats itself and the Internationals keep their titles held high, and another team bites the dust!
Dragon turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him. The scene fades out, then back in to the Internationals mansion. Kesuke is cooking as Bushido and Dragon are sitting and relaxing. Miranda is making a phone call in the background.
Dragon: This Sunday, triunfamos otra vez. They cannot stop us Bushido.
Bushido: {Speaks Japanese}
Dragon just shrugs. Bushido ponders for a second.
Bushido: ...break bones...make them...scream...
Dragon: ¡Sí! That is it mi amigo! We make them scream, but we do it within the honor rules! As we had before, as we will continue to do. To show everyone that we are the champions they need to be better people.
Kesuke brings over some sort of Asian dish with chopsticks. Bushido starts digging in.
Dragon: Ah, Asian again. When will we have some authentic Mexican food again?
Kesuke shakes his head and rubs his stomach while sporting a frown.
Dragon: No, no, no. The flavor of alimento Mejicano auténtico. I will hire a true latina to come tonight and cook for us.
Miranda enters the room.
Miranda: I jus--
Dragon snaps his fingers.
Dragon: Miranda! Seniorita, call an authentic Mexican restaurant, have their best chef come here tonight and cook. Whatever the cost! Nothing is too expensive for the champions of the world!
Miranda: Uh...thanks for the interruption, I was on the phone with the Board of Directors. They are not happy with you guys changing the tag team titles design without their approval and demanding that you only defend the belts in Honor Rules matches.
Dragon: Ah, well then we will have to show them exactly why the Internationals deserve everything we've got.
Miranda: I'm holding them at bay now, but we'll see what they have to say next.
Dragon: Worry not, we are right, everyone will see sooner or later. They have to.
Dragon goes back to relaxing as the scene fades out.
Dragon: Hola mi amigos. Welcome. Let me say, this Sunday, your tag team champions, the heroes you need, are in another Honor rules Tag Team Title match. As we should be, so that we may show you all how to live your lives. But once again, we face Motor City Mafia. And why is this? We brought them here because they were the best tag team your crappy country has left. There are no others. But we already beat them. We brought them here because they are drunks and cowards, and that's what you all love right? We humiliated them already. We showed you that the Americans have nothing compared to us! Now we are forced to face them again, simply because they are the only other tag team you have? How sad, how pathetic. One of them won't be here after Sunday, because there is no way that Johnny Rotten will clean up in time to keep his job. I don't see it happening, because he is weak. Just like all of you. It is how you all are. Dependent upon whatever security blanket you've chosen for the rest of your life. It disgusts me.
Dragon spits on the floor and walks away as the camera follows. Before he exits, he turns back to the camera.
Dragon: And another thing, Matt Hackson, you stay away! This is not your fight. You are done. We have no use for you anymore. You are no longer relevant! Your dream is over, and we will destroy the dreams of the other two! You think you can help those two losers beat us? Three losers do not make a winner. Bushido is better than the three of you combined. I am better than the three of you combined. Him and I, juntos somos invencibles. You can't stop us! We are world renowned, you were a flash in the pan. You can't save the MCM from the same fate you had. Instead, you'll just have to watch as history repeats itself and the Internationals keep their titles held high, and another team bites the dust!
Dragon turns and leaves, slamming the door behind him. The scene fades out, then back in to the Internationals mansion. Kesuke is cooking as Bushido and Dragon are sitting and relaxing. Miranda is making a phone call in the background.
Dragon: This Sunday, triunfamos otra vez. They cannot stop us Bushido.
Bushido: {Speaks Japanese}
Dragon just shrugs. Bushido ponders for a second.
Bushido: ...break bones...make them...scream...
Dragon: ¡Sí! That is it mi amigo! We make them scream, but we do it within the honor rules! As we had before, as we will continue to do. To show everyone that we are the champions they need to be better people.
Kesuke brings over some sort of Asian dish with chopsticks. Bushido starts digging in.
Dragon: Ah, Asian again. When will we have some authentic Mexican food again?
Kesuke shakes his head and rubs his stomach while sporting a frown.
Dragon: No, no, no. The flavor of alimento Mejicano auténtico. I will hire a true latina to come tonight and cook for us.
Miranda enters the room.
Miranda: I jus--
Dragon snaps his fingers.
Dragon: Miranda! Seniorita, call an authentic Mexican restaurant, have their best chef come here tonight and cook. Whatever the cost! Nothing is too expensive for the champions of the world!
Miranda: Uh...thanks for the interruption, I was on the phone with the Board of Directors. They are not happy with you guys changing the tag team titles design without their approval and demanding that you only defend the belts in Honor Rules matches.
Dragon: Ah, well then we will have to show them exactly why the Internationals deserve everything we've got.
Miranda: I'm holding them at bay now, but we'll see what they have to say next.
Dragon: Worry not, we are right, everyone will see sooner or later. They have to.
Dragon goes back to relaxing as the scene fades out.
