Post by Buck U Productions on Oct 13, 2015 21:26:22 GMT
*Meanwhile in a familiar looking diner, a cameraman walks up to a hooded figure sitting at a table in a dark corner. Alice, the owner and waitress, tries to stop him.*
Alice: “This is not a good night to be bothering him, Honey.”
Cameraman: (pushing past her) “His father, the ambassador, sent me.”
*He finishes walking the distance to the table and clears his throat.*
Cameraman: “Excuse me, El Tigre de…”
El Tigre de Jengibre: (pulling his hood down lower to hide his face) “Fuck off.”
Cameraman: “Pardon me but your father insists that you cut a promo for Pollomania.”
ETdJ: “He did, did he? That son of a bitch! He damn well knows what day it is.”
Cameraman: “Yes, it’s Thanksgiving. Why are you here anyway? Shouldn’t you be…”+
ETdJ: “Listen shithead, I’m not up to talking right now. So get lost before I do something you’ll regret.”
Cameraman: “Hey pal, I’m only doing my job. So why don’t you give me some slack and just do the damn promo.”
ETdJ: “I’m not even wearing my mask. Was hoping for a little peace and quiet tonight and enjoy a meal by myself but whatever. So you want a promo? Fine
“El Hijo del Pollo, you and I aren’t that different if you really think about it. Both of us entered a company that welcomed us with open arms, only to throw a fireball in someone’s face on our way to becoming champions. The difference is you’ve all but forgiven for what you did but I’m expected to pay for my crimes in blood and gravy.
“Oh sure, the Bigfoots dragged you off to Parts Unknown and put you on trial, but what really came of that, eh? You could have escaped their prison at any time you wanted and you ended up walking away scot free with one of their more diminutive members as a tag team partner for last month’s Three Cup Chicken Trios tournament. I don’t know how our viewers feel but that doesn’t sound like a harsh penalty to me.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to suggest I’m being judged too hard. Quite frankly I deserve everything that’s coming my way. What I am saying is maybe Fate has intervened and I am your punishment. Maybe Super Pollo getting burned was as much about karma getting back at you as it well do to me sometime soon. I’m going to leave you to think about that until we meet on October 21 at “Hell Comes to Pollomania” in San Antonio, Texas. I hope when you’re lying in that grave and all those gallons of gravy pour over you that well be your last thought. Go ahead and chew on that for a while, Pollo.”
ETdJ: (Turning to the cameraman) “Satisfied?”
Camerman: Great.
ETdJ: Good, I’ve got a message for my father as well.
*ETdJ raises from his seat and walks around the table. We hear the cameraman scream as the screen goes dark.*
(500 words and one huge mess left for Alice to clean up.)
Alice: “This is not a good night to be bothering him, Honey.”
Cameraman: (pushing past her) “His father, the ambassador, sent me.”
*He finishes walking the distance to the table and clears his throat.*
Cameraman: “Excuse me, El Tigre de…”
El Tigre de Jengibre: (pulling his hood down lower to hide his face) “Fuck off.”
Cameraman: “Pardon me but your father insists that you cut a promo for Pollomania.”
ETdJ: “He did, did he? That son of a bitch! He damn well knows what day it is.”
Cameraman: “Yes, it’s Thanksgiving. Why are you here anyway? Shouldn’t you be…”+
ETdJ: “Listen shithead, I’m not up to talking right now. So get lost before I do something you’ll regret.”
Cameraman: “Hey pal, I’m only doing my job. So why don’t you give me some slack and just do the damn promo.”
ETdJ: “I’m not even wearing my mask. Was hoping for a little peace and quiet tonight and enjoy a meal by myself but whatever. So you want a promo? Fine
“El Hijo del Pollo, you and I aren’t that different if you really think about it. Both of us entered a company that welcomed us with open arms, only to throw a fireball in someone’s face on our way to becoming champions. The difference is you’ve all but forgiven for what you did but I’m expected to pay for my crimes in blood and gravy.
“Oh sure, the Bigfoots dragged you off to Parts Unknown and put you on trial, but what really came of that, eh? You could have escaped their prison at any time you wanted and you ended up walking away scot free with one of their more diminutive members as a tag team partner for last month’s Three Cup Chicken Trios tournament. I don’t know how our viewers feel but that doesn’t sound like a harsh penalty to me.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to suggest I’m being judged too hard. Quite frankly I deserve everything that’s coming my way. What I am saying is maybe Fate has intervened and I am your punishment. Maybe Super Pollo getting burned was as much about karma getting back at you as it well do to me sometime soon. I’m going to leave you to think about that until we meet on October 21 at “Hell Comes to Pollomania” in San Antonio, Texas. I hope when you’re lying in that grave and all those gallons of gravy pour over you that well be your last thought. Go ahead and chew on that for a while, Pollo.”
ETdJ: (Turning to the cameraman) “Satisfied?”
Camerman: Great.
ETdJ: Good, I’ve got a message for my father as well.
*ETdJ raises from his seat and walks around the table. We hear the cameraman scream as the screen goes dark.*
(500 words and one huge mess left for Alice to clean up.)