Post by Buck U Productions on Oct 8, 2015 20:16:03 GMT
*Camera focuses in on the Canadian Embassy Misfits in full force. El Tigre de Jengibre stands with the Pollomania Supremo championship on his shoulder. To his right is Charlote, to his left is Holly, wearing her blinged up replica of the Scramble championship. Brute stands behind them menacingly.*
Charlotte: “Eight weeks ago, this man (patting Tigre’s shoulder) signed with Pollomania. In that time he has accomplished more than anyone else in this company’s brief history: He beat his former hero, Nirvana; captured the Scramble championship; along with Holly and Brute here, he defeated three trio teams in one night, including one you captained, El Hijo de Pollo; and last night he defeated Zookeeper Willy to become the new Pollomania Supremo champion.
“All this alone makes us, the Canadian Embassy Misfits…,” looking at Tigre she asks, “Do we really need to keep calling ourselves that?”
Tigre nods and Charlotte continues speaking.
“It makes us the most powerful unit here. In fact there’ve only been two blemishes on our otherwise impeccable record and they’ve come at the hands of you, Grin and Woody. The first hardly matters because El Tigre sacrificed his worthless partner for his own designs, but the second really burns us,” looking at Tigre and giggling, “no pun intended.
“You two ruined Holly’s in-ring debut in Tijuana. Despite the fact of how far we’ve progressed since then, that lose still stings. Now we’ve got a chance to right that transgression and get our hands on El Hijo del Pollo one more time as well.”
ETdJ: “Grin. Woody. You shouldn’t have come back, man. Maybe someday we’ll let the world know exactly what happened to you two after “Tijuana Takedown” but let’s say for now that’s it’s clear we didn’t get our point across. Maybe that’s for the best because we now get the chance to literally bury you alive in two weeks at “Hell Comes to Pollomania”. The thought of throwing you in a grave and watching the horror in your eyes as that gravy pours over you and you slowly drown in brown liquid brings a smile to my face. Bring your tacks, they’ll do you know good as you slowly leave this mortal world behind.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Pollo. Exactly how is your cousin do? Still feeling a hot under the collar,” stops to laugh before continuing, “Don’t worry, after October 21st you’ll be spending a lot more time with him; I’m sure the doctors can place you two in the same hospital room. Mark my words, what I did to your cousin well pale in comparison to what awaits you in San Antonio.
“You three are all that stands between us and complete domination of Pollomania. Pollo, Grin, Woody, can’t you feel it? There’s a rising wave of darkness coming. Prepare yourselves because you’re about to be washed by it.
“Run little sheep, the tiger, and his misfits,” looking at his allies and laughing, “are on the hunt.”
*Camera fades.*
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Charlotte: “Eight weeks ago, this man (patting Tigre’s shoulder) signed with Pollomania. In that time he has accomplished more than anyone else in this company’s brief history: He beat his former hero, Nirvana; captured the Scramble championship; along with Holly and Brute here, he defeated three trio teams in one night, including one you captained, El Hijo de Pollo; and last night he defeated Zookeeper Willy to become the new Pollomania Supremo champion.
“All this alone makes us, the Canadian Embassy Misfits…,” looking at Tigre she asks, “Do we really need to keep calling ourselves that?”
Tigre nods and Charlotte continues speaking.
“It makes us the most powerful unit here. In fact there’ve only been two blemishes on our otherwise impeccable record and they’ve come at the hands of you, Grin and Woody. The first hardly matters because El Tigre sacrificed his worthless partner for his own designs, but the second really burns us,” looking at Tigre and giggling, “no pun intended.
“You two ruined Holly’s in-ring debut in Tijuana. Despite the fact of how far we’ve progressed since then, that lose still stings. Now we’ve got a chance to right that transgression and get our hands on El Hijo del Pollo one more time as well.”
ETdJ: “Grin. Woody. You shouldn’t have come back, man. Maybe someday we’ll let the world know exactly what happened to you two after “Tijuana Takedown” but let’s say for now that’s it’s clear we didn’t get our point across. Maybe that’s for the best because we now get the chance to literally bury you alive in two weeks at “Hell Comes to Pollomania”. The thought of throwing you in a grave and watching the horror in your eyes as that gravy pours over you and you slowly drown in brown liquid brings a smile to my face. Bring your tacks, they’ll do you know good as you slowly leave this mortal world behind.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Pollo. Exactly how is your cousin do? Still feeling a hot under the collar,” stops to laugh before continuing, “Don’t worry, after October 21st you’ll be spending a lot more time with him; I’m sure the doctors can place you two in the same hospital room. Mark my words, what I did to your cousin well pale in comparison to what awaits you in San Antonio.
“You three are all that stands between us and complete domination of Pollomania. Pollo, Grin, Woody, can’t you feel it? There’s a rising wave of darkness coming. Prepare yourselves because you’re about to be washed by it.
“Run little sheep, the tiger, and his misfits,” looking at his allies and laughing, “are on the hunt.”
*Camera fades.*
(498 words)