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Post by Cid Black on Apr 10, 2010 13:34:36 GMT -5
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Post by santos on Apr 13, 2010 20:05:19 GMT -5
*The scene opens in the parking lot. Che Velez is sitting in his car thinking. Santos was nothing but the effects of Serenity and Tequilla. Santos was an alter ego. A thing of the past. The real Che Velez is here now and it's time to get things rolling. Speakink of rolling, Jaizmeine, Che's bitch is rolling a fat blunt for Che right now. Che is in there talking to his girl as he reflects on life. He's cold and ancy but the weed will mellow him out. Everytime he thought about that, he calmed down inside.*
Jaizmeine: We better not get caught Che!
Che: Look Jazzy, I need this shit worse than a fat kid needs cake. Like a person in hell needs water. Like...like you need this dick.
Jaizmeine: (rolls her eyes) Whatever papi. You just better share.
Che: (angered) BITCH!, the closest you getting to my hash is right now rolling this blunt. By the way, what is taking you so long, I got to get ready for my match tonight mami.
Jaizmeine: Don't rush me, I'm packing in 2 grams of this shit AND I can't even get a toke. Please Che baby? (Gives him puppy dog eyes)
Che: Alright fine! Ay dios mios. You woman will bug a man to death. We can share the fucking blunt happy?
Jaizmeine: YAY (Claps)
Che: Watch my shit! Besides, I don't want to be too blitzed for my match anyways. It's very important mamacita
Jaizmeine: Against who?
Che: I don't know yet. All I know is that I'm one step closer to being the Sinner champion so it must be a pretty huge fight.
Jaizmeine: Niccccce. Ok, it's all done (passes him the blunt and lights it for him.)
Che: (smokes) Damn *cough* that's that shit right there.
Jaizmeine: Don't you dare let it cash before I gets a turn. (takes the blunt) *coughs*
Che: Hell yeah that's that Dro.
-----------------3 hrs. After the Smoke Out Session----------------
*Che is seen in the locker room lounge with his gear on. He isn't as high as he was so he is making sense when he speaks and is not laughing so much. Che lets his wonderful red hair out of it's pony tail and runs his hands through it. He notices the camera and smiles.*
Whew I feel good. Dun da dun da dun dun. I knew that I would. Dun da dun da dun dun. So good. Dun dun. So good. Dun....oh hey mis amigos. You caught me at a perfect time. I was just getting ready for my match this week. You are looking at your future ScW Sinner Champion. I say future because everyone wants to beat around the bush and have me defeat two other guys to make myself look worthy. Needless to say "Simplemente Incredible"will come with a new attitude. To my opponents Aaron Angel and Kydd Lightning, there is no preparing. You won't be facing Santos. You will be facing an enlightened force that cannot be stopped. You vatos will be facing an energy that cannot be held down. A fire that cannot be put out. Yes peeps, Che Velez is fully focused on being one of the greats in ScW. I have come too far in my life to be held back by two undeserving losers that have no respect for the business.
Aaron Angel is just horrible. You flat out suck. Sometimes I forget you still have a job. Angelic Maxximum? What is this the 3rd grade? You're abilties are piss poor. The blunt I just finished smoking a few hours has more potential in one hit than you as a poor excuse for a human being does. Not trying to be a dick, but I don't see how you deserve to step in the same ring as someone like me. A wonderful, phenomenal performer. I guess I will have to set you back to reality mang. Che Velez will overcome you easier than eating mi mami's cuban sandwiches. Get the fuck outta here.
Now Kydd Lightning. 1000 Watt Dynamo? What the fuck are you on? Clearly you are on something. Too much buttsex with Eric Wright? I mean everyone in ScW knows that you two have a "special" thing going on. Come out of the closet. Orlando Jordan did it and look at him. He's squirting cum on himself and being lowered down to the ring witrh nothing on but police tape...Ya we all know what happens behind closed doors. I will say this. Unlike Aaron Angel, I respect what you can do in the ring. You are a great performer and can put on a show when need be. However, just because you call yourself 1000 Watt Dynamo, I want you to know that I am the most electrifying superstar in Sin City Wrestling. And that's real talk
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Post by raycostillo on Apr 14, 2010 11:28:29 GMT -5
We come in Kydd Lightning on a street corner in sunny Las Vegas, Nevada. He holds a long thin microphone.
" It's time once again for everyone's favorite program. "
The camera zooms in close. Kydd picks up a boom box from off frame and presses the play button.
" Name! That! Wrestler!"
The boom box applause loudly and Kydd puts it down. We zoom out.
" That's right, ladies and gentlemen. It's the game sensation that's sweeping the nation and I am your host, Kydd Lightning welcoming you to another installment of Name That Wrestler. Now the rules are simple. I have a picture of a wrestler, here. And I'm going to ask random people on the street who it is. If they guess correctly, they win. Sounds easy? Well it is! This is..."
Kydd reaches off frame, picks up the boom box and hits play.
" Name! That! Wrestler! " He and the boom box say.
Screen wipe to Kydd walking down the street, holding his microphone out.
Cut to Kydd asking passersby to appear on T.V
" Wanna be on T.V?"
" Hey you! "
" Ever seen a camera before?"
" Nice pacman t-shirt."
" You look camera friendly, wanna be on T.V?"
Cut to Kydd standing next to a contestant, a small woman in a black t-shirt and over the shoulder red velvet purse. The woman smiles quietly, looking between Kydd and the camera.
" I'm standing here with..." Kydd holds out the skinny microphone to her.
" Lisa. "
" Lisa and she's ready to play name that wrestler. Lisa, are you a big wrestling fan?"
Lisa shakes her head. " Not really, no. But my brother likes it."
" You're brother likes it? He's into wrestling."
" Yeah, yeah. He watches it every Monday night. "
" Well, Lisa. I hope you're brother's shared the knowledge with you because it's time to name that wrestler. You're first wrestler. "
Kydd Lightning holds up an image of Andre the Giant.
" That's Andre the Giant. "
A bells goes off. A graphic flashes on the screen reads: CORRECT.
" That's correct. You got one. "
Kydd unveils the next image. It is a picture of Stone Cold Steve Austin.
" Lisa. Can you name this wrestler?"
Lisa thinks for a moment, bites her lip then loops a strain of her chestnut hair around her ear.
" I think that's Steve Austin. "
A bell goes off. One again, Lisa is correct.
" Very good, very good. You are two up. One more and you win. Are you excited? "
Lisa giggles happily, clapping her hand. " Yeah. I actually am. "
" Alright, this is for the win. Can you name this wrestler?"
Kydd reveals a image of Che Velez. A look of consternation and confusion passes Lisa's face. She holds her chin and looks at the image. She looks at Kydd.
" Eddie Gurrerro? "
Buzzer sound.
" Oops. No. Wrong. Sorry, Lisa. "
Cut to another contestant, another time, same image.
" Uh...Esse Royos. "
Buzzer sound.
Cut to three young girls, giggling madly.
" Uh...I don't know who that is? "
" He looks familiar?"
" I think he's suppose to be John Cena."
" No, that ain't John Cena. John Cena's white. "
" What's his name? I know him. "
" Uh...Uh...Is it Rey Mysterio? "
" Yeah, I think that's him. "
" Ladies, time is ticking. Do you have an answer?"
One of the young girls perks up. " We're guessing that it's Rey Mysterios. "
Buzz sound.
Cut to. Kydd and a Las Vegas patrolman. The police officer looks long and hard at the picture.
" I think I arrested this guy once. "
Kydd bust out laughing.
Cut to Kydd sitting on the street corner outside the Trump Towers.
" Well, this has been very education. It seems that no one in Las Vegas knows who Che Velez is. With no winners this week, we're just going to have to say so long to you from sunny Las Vegas, Nevada. Remember, I'm Kydd Lightning and this was..."
Kydd hits boom box " Name! That! Wrestler!" Kydd hits the boom box again. " And I am outie!"
Fade into the facade of Trump Tower. Crossfade into the ring where Kydd Lightning stands in the middle of the ring. The crowd chanting after him.
" He's Kydd Lightning "
Clap Clap clapclap Clap
" He's Kydd Lightning "
Clap Clap clapclap Clap
" He's Kydd Lightning "
Clap Clap clapclap Clap
As the crowd ebbs away, Kydd addresses them.
" That's right it's the thousand volt dynamo. The one the ladies one to know. I be fast and they be slow. It's me, it's me. The K-Y-D-D. The Kydd Lightning is in the building, yes I is. And I am honored to be amongst the sold out crowd right at the Trump Towers in beautiful Las Vegas, Navada. "
The crowd goes for a cheap pop. They cheer loudly.
" Now, once again the Kydd is out here to present something special for you tonight. The Kydd, as you may have heard, is part of a three-way dance to be crowned the Sinner Champion. As always, the Kydd is going to pull out a five star match and he's going to win the Sinner championship. That's a given. The problem is that one of the opponents is someone I've already beaten. He's one half part of Angelic Maximum and he's the resident nobody Aaron Angel. Now, I want to be fair to the man. We didn't have enough time to cover Aaron Angel in the last segment, so I'm going to invite him out here and let him say a few words to the crowd. Because I'm a generous guy like that. So Aaron Angel, come hobble your gimpy ass out here and say what you gotta' say. "
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