Post by El Dragon on Mar 2, 2012 23:48:26 GMT -6
We open in on the limo of the Internationals, driving through the slums of Arizona. The camera swoops in through the sun roof of the limo.
Dragon: You know, I always had disdain for Arizona since they started hunting down any person of color and trying to kick them out of the country, whether they were legal or not.
Miranda: Yeah, it's totally not cool.
Dragon: Yeah, but then I look at these so called Mexicans, and I can understand why, tu saves?
Miranda: What?
Dragon: Look at them. They're dressed as thugs, they can't even keep their pants up. They sit on their lawn drinking beers. They are a stain on society. The American morals have corrupted my people here, and now the white man has decided to give them the boot. I can understand, because here they are, earning nothing. Not like us. But they should be deported all the lazy white kids too. All these people are annoying, I can't until we get out of this hell hole. It's hot and ugly. Arizona is the worst part of an already terrible country.
Miranda: After all our troubles, how can you say that about all these people?
Dragon: Because we are better than them, duh.
Bushido shrugs and nods in agreement.
Miranda: I can't believe you guys.
Dragon:What can I say, we work hard, we stand taller, we are moral compasses that these hombres need. We need to go out there and inspire these losers so that society won't feel the need to deport them. We are too damn good to deport. NCW knows this. The people know this. They just don't want to accept it yet.
Dragon: We have traveled all over Arizona. Being so close to our mansion, we decided to take the road, see the sites. I've seen the magical world of color that is Arizona. Every color of this rainbow is lazy and pathetic. Arizona is a hick town that has tainted the international people to act just like the Americans. We are here now to inspire those people to be better than the men that put them down. Because as I see it now, they're just as worthless.
Dragon shakes his head in shame.
Dragon: Speaking of worthless, that brings me to our match. We beat those loser champions and redeemed the tag team titles. Then we went out and found the best American tag team we could find, and we beat those losers to further redeem the tag team titles. Now one of the former champion losers is teaming with one of the best American tag team losers to form a team of epic...failure. Because that is all they are. That is who they will forever be. What they do after Sunday, no se, y no me importa.
Dragon smirks. He lifts his Mexican flag covered tag team title and puts it over his shoulder.
Dragon: You see, this title states that I am one half of the best tag team IN THE WORLD! This title says that I am better than you. This title states that you need to be looking up to me to be living a better life. Things the Internationals have been telling you since we got here. Proof. Validity. Victory. All other tag teams have ran off since we rose to the top. No one wants to face us. They had to force a tag team together in order to give us any sort of challenge. What kind of company is this that they can't find us competition? Do we really have to do it ourselves? Because we will. We already have! This is despicable. This company is a joke under Kelly Knite's rule. The audacity of that woman to think she can do a man's job and run a wrestling company. Just look at our tag division. We're making it look the best when there is no one to face, you have to give us credit for that. You have to. But just think how much better it would be, how much better we would look, how much more you would love us, if we had some real competition. These two we face this Sunday are a joke, everything Kelly has done for the tag team division is a joke. We will not be making jokes this Sunday, we will make short work of these two buffoons and if things don't change soon, we will take matters into our own hands. Cuindansen cabrones.
The scene fades out.
Dragon: You know, I always had disdain for Arizona since they started hunting down any person of color and trying to kick them out of the country, whether they were legal or not.
Miranda: Yeah, it's totally not cool.
Dragon: Yeah, but then I look at these so called Mexicans, and I can understand why, tu saves?
Miranda: What?
Dragon: Look at them. They're dressed as thugs, they can't even keep their pants up. They sit on their lawn drinking beers. They are a stain on society. The American morals have corrupted my people here, and now the white man has decided to give them the boot. I can understand, because here they are, earning nothing. Not like us. But they should be deported all the lazy white kids too. All these people are annoying, I can't until we get out of this hell hole. It's hot and ugly. Arizona is the worst part of an already terrible country.
Miranda: After all our troubles, how can you say that about all these people?
Dragon: Because we are better than them, duh.
Bushido shrugs and nods in agreement.
Miranda: I can't believe you guys.
Dragon:What can I say, we work hard, we stand taller, we are moral compasses that these hombres need. We need to go out there and inspire these losers so that society won't feel the need to deport them. We are too damn good to deport. NCW knows this. The people know this. They just don't want to accept it yet.
Dragon: We have traveled all over Arizona. Being so close to our mansion, we decided to take the road, see the sites. I've seen the magical world of color that is Arizona. Every color of this rainbow is lazy and pathetic. Arizona is a hick town that has tainted the international people to act just like the Americans. We are here now to inspire those people to be better than the men that put them down. Because as I see it now, they're just as worthless.
Dragon shakes his head in shame.
Dragon: Speaking of worthless, that brings me to our match. We beat those loser champions and redeemed the tag team titles. Then we went out and found the best American tag team we could find, and we beat those losers to further redeem the tag team titles. Now one of the former champion losers is teaming with one of the best American tag team losers to form a team of epic...failure. Because that is all they are. That is who they will forever be. What they do after Sunday, no se, y no me importa.
Dragon smirks. He lifts his Mexican flag covered tag team title and puts it over his shoulder.
Dragon: You see, this title states that I am one half of the best tag team IN THE WORLD! This title says that I am better than you. This title states that you need to be looking up to me to be living a better life. Things the Internationals have been telling you since we got here. Proof. Validity. Victory. All other tag teams have ran off since we rose to the top. No one wants to face us. They had to force a tag team together in order to give us any sort of challenge. What kind of company is this that they can't find us competition? Do we really have to do it ourselves? Because we will. We already have! This is despicable. This company is a joke under Kelly Knite's rule. The audacity of that woman to think she can do a man's job and run a wrestling company. Just look at our tag division. We're making it look the best when there is no one to face, you have to give us credit for that. You have to. But just think how much better it would be, how much better we would look, how much more you would love us, if we had some real competition. These two we face this Sunday are a joke, everything Kelly has done for the tag team division is a joke. We will not be making jokes this Sunday, we will make short work of these two buffoons and if things don't change soon, we will take matters into our own hands. Cuindansen cabrones.
The scene fades out.
