Post by Cabeza del Queso on Jul 20, 2012 18:32:25 GMT -6
*We open in on the team of Cabeza del Queso strutting down the halls. El Nacho is wearing his "Muy Better" Tag Team title. A shadowy figure darts back and forth further down the hall. They walk up and Dinero Suave bumps shoulders with Chad Lights!*
Dinero: Oh excuse me, hey! Chad! You here to interview us, huh?
El Nacho: Yes-o! Ready to interview the hottest new team in NCW?
Chad: Actually I was on my way to lunch.
El Nacho: Ha ha, bueno joke-o! Muy funny mi amigarito!
Chad: No really I--
Dinero: We are the best, quickest rising team NCW has ever seen!
Chad: Didn't you just lose in that eight man tag.
Dinero: We--
El Nacho: I'll take this. You see Chad, that was our faultos. We were terribly jet lagged. For you see, we had a long weekend, being down at the magnificent event of Comic-con.
Chad: Oh, you guys went down there to promote NCW?
El Nacho: ...uh...of course we did...
*We cut to Cabeza del Queso on the streets of sunny San Diego! They are in the middle of a swarm of people. On top of El Nacho Loco's wrestling gear is a Doctor Who #11 outfit. Dinero Suave is also dressed as Han Solo.*
El Nacho: Magnificento! Look at all these people!
Dinero: I'm getting a little claustrophobic and we aren't even inside yet.
El Nacho: Follow me! WOOOO!
*El Nacho jumps into the air and starts to crowd surf. Dinero follows his lead. They get to the head of the group and land in front of the doors.*
Dinero: Sweet! Now to that Twilight panel!
El Nacho: ...
Dinero: It's for my...niece...
El Nacho: Well I need to find Mr. T issue #3 to complete my collection of his comic. So we split up for now, I will meet you later!
Later...
*It's night time and El Nacho is sitting on the floor against the wall. Dinero walks up.*
Dinero: I stood in line for six hours and didn't get in! I'm so pissed I didn't get them to sign my DVD! I mean, my nieces DVD.
El Nacho: Oh man, I ran all over the place! I found my comic! I ran into celebrities! I photobombed so many photos and the G4 TV show! I walked soooo much! I can't believe it. My feet are in pain!
Dinero: Cool. I'm beat to hell, let's go to the hotel.
El Nacho: All right. Then back tomorrow?
Dinero: HELL YEAH!
*Cut back to the hallway with Chad. The shadowy figure gets closer.*
El Nacho: My feet-o were in so much pain! Also we didn't even leave until Sunday afternoon. I had to see the Once Upon a Time panel.
Dinero: And you make fun of me for Twilight.
El Nacho: It's a good show!
Chad: Cool story bro.
El Nacho: Gracias! But anyway, there is no comic-con this weekend. Ebony and Ivory get all of our attention!
Dinero: They will not beat us. We will have our rules, Tijuana rules!
Chad: What is Tijuana rules anyway?
El Nacho: Well, we'll probably-o come up with them the da--
*Dinero elbows El Nacho in the gut.*
Dinero: You will find out when the rest of the world does. And as for the tribal stick on a pole part. Well, we're freaking luchadores, height doesn't bother us. But we're training for it anyway! I spent a lot of time on the pole!
*El Nacho and Chad hold back some laughter.*
Dinero: I AM NOT GAY! I'm talking about training.
*We cut to Dinero Suave in a ring at a gym. A makeshift pole is set up in one corner, with a carrot dangling near the top. Dinero goes to the corner across the ring. He then charges, runs up the turnbuckle and starts to climb the pole. He doesn't do so well. He tries to climb again, get's maybe halfway, reaches out for that carrot, but can't make it. He slides down the pole and sits on the top turnbuckle, looking rather sad.*
Senior Xtremo: Perk up kid! You can do it!
*Dinero looks up as Senior Xtremo enters the ring.*
Dinero: Senior Xtremo!
Xtremo: Damn right. I see you trying your damnedest to get up there. Well, I'm here to help you out.
Dinero: Really? Training from THE master of the hardcore luchador style? I feel so honored.
Xtremo: You should son, you should. Now, it's easy. See that carrot up there. Just envision yourself grabbing it. The carrot is in your mind. Here let me show you.
*Dinero stands back as Xtremo jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. Then he jumps up the pole, grabs on, and moves up a little more. He grabs the carrot and holds it up. He then holds up his other fist in the air, keeping himself held up with only his thighs.*
Dinero: How do you do that?
Xtremo: You don't survive the mean streets of Mexico without knowing how to climb things. Also my mother was a stripper.
Dinero: Ah.
*Xtremo gets down and motions for Dinero to charge the pole. He sighs and then charges. He climbs the turnbuckle, then starts to climb the pole.*
Dinero: This is high. This is really high!
Xtremo: You can't be a luchador and be afraid of heights! Grab it!
*Dinero moves a little closer. Then a little closer. Climbing cautiously. He's easily within reach, but he's not reaching out.*
Xtremo: Grab it! GRAB IT!
Dinero: I can't! If I let go, I'll fall!
Xtremo: Grab it damn you! Grab it anyway you can.
*Dinero stretches his neck out. His nose bumps into the carrot. It swings back and forth and he tries to catch it with his mouth. It keeps just barely eluding him as he hits it with his face and occasionally his tongue. It actually looks kind of disturbing. Finally he gets the carrot in his mouth. He pulls on it with his teeth until it finally rips off the rope. He climbs down.*
Dinero: I did it! I did it.
Xtremo: That...was...one way...
Dinero: What do you think? It was good right?
Xtremo: I would say that definitely falls under Rule 34.
Dinero: Huh? What's that?
Xtremo: ...Don't worry about it, you'll be fine.
*We cut back to the hall where Cabeza del Queso stand next to Carly Robinson.*
Dinero: So you see Chad, we are ready for this fight. We will--wait, you're not Chad.
Carly: He said he had somewhere to be and pushed me here, so...now I guess I'm interviewing you?
El Nacho: Well then you have hit el jacko pot-o! Because you get the exclusive! You get the bes'! You get Cabeza del Quesoooo! Ebony and Ivory, they are in for the fight of their lives. They don't know-o the bad ass insanity of Tijuana rules! A Mehican favorite-o! Have you ever been in Tijuana after dark Carly?
Carly: No.
El Nacho: Don't, it's scary. Even Mehican's don't go out there anymore. Unless they are vicious killers or kick ass luchadors. Guess which we are!?
Carly: Killers?
El Nacho: No! But Ebony and Ivory will think we are with the smack-o down-o we give to those Africanos. We will take back our other "Muy Better" title and reign over the tag team division!
*El Nacho raises his "Muy Better" tag team title in the air. Suddenly, the shadowy figure lunges from the shadows!*
Jayson Matthews: LEEEERRRROY JENKINS!!!
*Jayson dives at the belt and Nacho steps out of the way. Jayson hits the floor. Dinero and Nacho look at each other, then at Jayson, then at Carly, then at each other, then back at Jayson.*
Jayson: That's not yours! Give it! Giveitgiveitgiveit!
*Jayson throws a tantrum on the floor.*
Dinero: No.
*Jayson crawls away.*
Jayson: You'll be sorry!
Carly: That was weird.
El Nacho: See.
Carly: So, any last words to say about your match, because I've got an appointment.
El Nacho: Need a lift?
Carly: No...it's for lady things.
El Nacho: Oh, not sexy-o. Anyway, Tijuana rules! Tribal stick on a pole! This will be the match of the century. The fight of the millennium. You will bear witness to the dawn of a new age in NCW history from this historic-o, titanic-o, and all around awesome-o match! Ebony and Ivory are very talented-o, them and us colliding will steal the show. It's a fact. But the luchadors will rise to the top of that pole, and we will come out the victory. Because we're not just the champions you want, we are the champions you need. We are Cabeza del Queso! Dinero Suave!
Dinero: Peso, peso, y'all!
El Nacho: Eeeee eeeeeeeeeellllll naaaaaachooooo loooooooocooooooooooo!
*Nacho and Dinero pose for the camera. Carly poses and smiles. After a few seconds she looks around. Nacho and Dinero are still frozen as she just starts to walk away and the scene fades.*
Dinero: Oh excuse me, hey! Chad! You here to interview us, huh?
El Nacho: Yes-o! Ready to interview the hottest new team in NCW?
Chad: Actually I was on my way to lunch.
El Nacho: Ha ha, bueno joke-o! Muy funny mi amigarito!
Chad: No really I--
Dinero: We are the best, quickest rising team NCW has ever seen!
Chad: Didn't you just lose in that eight man tag.
Dinero: We--
El Nacho: I'll take this. You see Chad, that was our faultos. We were terribly jet lagged. For you see, we had a long weekend, being down at the magnificent event of Comic-con.
Chad: Oh, you guys went down there to promote NCW?
El Nacho: ...uh...of course we did...
*We cut to Cabeza del Queso on the streets of sunny San Diego! They are in the middle of a swarm of people. On top of El Nacho Loco's wrestling gear is a Doctor Who #11 outfit. Dinero Suave is also dressed as Han Solo.*
El Nacho: Magnificento! Look at all these people!
Dinero: I'm getting a little claustrophobic and we aren't even inside yet.
El Nacho: Follow me! WOOOO!
*El Nacho jumps into the air and starts to crowd surf. Dinero follows his lead. They get to the head of the group and land in front of the doors.*
Dinero: Sweet! Now to that Twilight panel!
El Nacho: ...
Dinero: It's for my...niece...
El Nacho: Well I need to find Mr. T issue #3 to complete my collection of his comic. So we split up for now, I will meet you later!
Later...
*It's night time and El Nacho is sitting on the floor against the wall. Dinero walks up.*
Dinero: I stood in line for six hours and didn't get in! I'm so pissed I didn't get them to sign my DVD! I mean, my nieces DVD.
El Nacho: Oh man, I ran all over the place! I found my comic! I ran into celebrities! I photobombed so many photos and the G4 TV show! I walked soooo much! I can't believe it. My feet are in pain!
Dinero: Cool. I'm beat to hell, let's go to the hotel.
El Nacho: All right. Then back tomorrow?
Dinero: HELL YEAH!
*Cut back to the hallway with Chad. The shadowy figure gets closer.*
El Nacho: My feet-o were in so much pain! Also we didn't even leave until Sunday afternoon. I had to see the Once Upon a Time panel.
Dinero: And you make fun of me for Twilight.
El Nacho: It's a good show!
Chad: Cool story bro.
El Nacho: Gracias! But anyway, there is no comic-con this weekend. Ebony and Ivory get all of our attention!
Dinero: They will not beat us. We will have our rules, Tijuana rules!
Chad: What is Tijuana rules anyway?
El Nacho: Well, we'll probably-o come up with them the da--
*Dinero elbows El Nacho in the gut.*
Dinero: You will find out when the rest of the world does. And as for the tribal stick on a pole part. Well, we're freaking luchadores, height doesn't bother us. But we're training for it anyway! I spent a lot of time on the pole!
*El Nacho and Chad hold back some laughter.*
Dinero: I AM NOT GAY! I'm talking about training.
*We cut to Dinero Suave in a ring at a gym. A makeshift pole is set up in one corner, with a carrot dangling near the top. Dinero goes to the corner across the ring. He then charges, runs up the turnbuckle and starts to climb the pole. He doesn't do so well. He tries to climb again, get's maybe halfway, reaches out for that carrot, but can't make it. He slides down the pole and sits on the top turnbuckle, looking rather sad.*
Senior Xtremo: Perk up kid! You can do it!
*Dinero looks up as Senior Xtremo enters the ring.*
Dinero: Senior Xtremo!
Xtremo: Damn right. I see you trying your damnedest to get up there. Well, I'm here to help you out.
Dinero: Really? Training from THE master of the hardcore luchador style? I feel so honored.
Xtremo: You should son, you should. Now, it's easy. See that carrot up there. Just envision yourself grabbing it. The carrot is in your mind. Here let me show you.
*Dinero stands back as Xtremo jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. Then he jumps up the pole, grabs on, and moves up a little more. He grabs the carrot and holds it up. He then holds up his other fist in the air, keeping himself held up with only his thighs.*
Dinero: How do you do that?
Xtremo: You don't survive the mean streets of Mexico without knowing how to climb things. Also my mother was a stripper.
Dinero: Ah.
*Xtremo gets down and motions for Dinero to charge the pole. He sighs and then charges. He climbs the turnbuckle, then starts to climb the pole.*
Dinero: This is high. This is really high!
Xtremo: You can't be a luchador and be afraid of heights! Grab it!
*Dinero moves a little closer. Then a little closer. Climbing cautiously. He's easily within reach, but he's not reaching out.*
Xtremo: Grab it! GRAB IT!
Dinero: I can't! If I let go, I'll fall!
Xtremo: Grab it damn you! Grab it anyway you can.
*Dinero stretches his neck out. His nose bumps into the carrot. It swings back and forth and he tries to catch it with his mouth. It keeps just barely eluding him as he hits it with his face and occasionally his tongue. It actually looks kind of disturbing. Finally he gets the carrot in his mouth. He pulls on it with his teeth until it finally rips off the rope. He climbs down.*
Dinero: I did it! I did it.
Xtremo: That...was...one way...
Dinero: What do you think? It was good right?
Xtremo: I would say that definitely falls under Rule 34.
Dinero: Huh? What's that?
Xtremo: ...Don't worry about it, you'll be fine.
*We cut back to the hall where Cabeza del Queso stand next to Carly Robinson.*
Dinero: So you see Chad, we are ready for this fight. We will--wait, you're not Chad.
Carly: He said he had somewhere to be and pushed me here, so...now I guess I'm interviewing you?
El Nacho: Well then you have hit el jacko pot-o! Because you get the exclusive! You get the bes'! You get Cabeza del Quesoooo! Ebony and Ivory, they are in for the fight of their lives. They don't know-o the bad ass insanity of Tijuana rules! A Mehican favorite-o! Have you ever been in Tijuana after dark Carly?
Carly: No.
El Nacho: Don't, it's scary. Even Mehican's don't go out there anymore. Unless they are vicious killers or kick ass luchadors. Guess which we are!?
Carly: Killers?
El Nacho: No! But Ebony and Ivory will think we are with the smack-o down-o we give to those Africanos. We will take back our other "Muy Better" title and reign over the tag team division!
*El Nacho raises his "Muy Better" tag team title in the air. Suddenly, the shadowy figure lunges from the shadows!*
Jayson Matthews: LEEEERRRROY JENKINS!!!
*Jayson dives at the belt and Nacho steps out of the way. Jayson hits the floor. Dinero and Nacho look at each other, then at Jayson, then at Carly, then at each other, then back at Jayson.*
Jayson: That's not yours! Give it! Giveitgiveitgiveit!
*Jayson throws a tantrum on the floor.*
Dinero: No.
*Jayson crawls away.*
Jayson: You'll be sorry!
Carly: That was weird.
El Nacho: See.
Carly: So, any last words to say about your match, because I've got an appointment.
El Nacho: Need a lift?
Carly: No...it's for lady things.
El Nacho: Oh, not sexy-o. Anyway, Tijuana rules! Tribal stick on a pole! This will be the match of the century. The fight of the millennium. You will bear witness to the dawn of a new age in NCW history from this historic-o, titanic-o, and all around awesome-o match! Ebony and Ivory are very talented-o, them and us colliding will steal the show. It's a fact. But the luchadors will rise to the top of that pole, and we will come out the victory. Because we're not just the champions you want, we are the champions you need. We are Cabeza del Queso! Dinero Suave!
Dinero: Peso, peso, y'all!
El Nacho: Eeeee eeeeeeeeeellllll naaaaaachooooo loooooooocooooooooooo!
*Nacho and Dinero pose for the camera. Carly poses and smiles. After a few seconds she looks around. Nacho and Dinero are still frozen as she just starts to walk away and the scene fades.*
