Post by Buck U Productions on Oct 26, 2015 20:28:25 GMT
*Scene: A darkened hospital room: The camera lies on its side while we hear light groaning. Suddenly an eye appears and we hear the haggard voice of El Tigre de Jengibre.*
“Pollo, you son of a bitch! You didn’t get the job done; I’m still alive and kicking. I’ll give you credit though, you got me good.
“When the broadcast went off the air, the viewers last saw me laying in that hole unconscious. What they didn’t see was the EMTs performing CPR after; or how I was loaded up in an ambulance and taken to here to the San Antonio Regional Hospital, where they hooked me up to tubes to grain the gravy left in my lungs.
“For three days I had to lie in that bed back there, strapped down, and think about what you did to me, Pollo. I remember looking into your eyes as you began choking the life out of me and thinking ‘this is it, I’m about to face my Armageddon’. If I had been able to at that moment, I would have smiled as Grin pulled the lever to unleash the all that piping hot gravy to cover us both. At that moment I could feel the devil reaching to drag me down to hell… only to wake up to the screeching voice of my sister wailing because she was covered in gravy.
“Pollo, you didn’t get the job done; you might have left me wounded but I’m still breathing. I realize you and I are far from done and I relish getting my hands on you once more but you’ve conveniently put your golden boys in my way to protect you. Don’t think I well forget what has transpired. Next time, you’ll have a lot more worry about than a fire ball.
“This brings me to you, Grin. Once again, Pollo is using you to try and stop me. This time he has you teaming with poor, little, insecure El Vainillo against myself and the new Scramble champion, Mr Crazy. It seems to me, Grin, Pollo didn’t do you any favors by teaming you with your new partner. The vanilla midget is obviously your team’s weak link and I assure you, Crazy and I well break him.”
The moaning gets louder and Tigre moves away from the camera. Someone cries out in pain and we hear Tigre laughing. Suddenly we hear a loud banging and someone calls out.
“Mr Tigre, sir, this is Hospital Security. Please unlock the door and step away from that man.”
“Tiger,” Charlotte yells, “open the door now!”
We hear her yelling at someone.
“Who allowed a cameraman to enter his room? I gave instructions to not allow anyone but his personal doctor and Embassy personnel in his room! For fucking out loud, Brute break the door down! The ambassador well compensate the hospital for the damages!”
We hear Tigre laughs as Brute tries to break down the door.
“Run little sheep, the tiger’s on the hunt.”
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“Pollo, you son of a bitch! You didn’t get the job done; I’m still alive and kicking. I’ll give you credit though, you got me good.
“When the broadcast went off the air, the viewers last saw me laying in that hole unconscious. What they didn’t see was the EMTs performing CPR after; or how I was loaded up in an ambulance and taken to here to the San Antonio Regional Hospital, where they hooked me up to tubes to grain the gravy left in my lungs.
“For three days I had to lie in that bed back there, strapped down, and think about what you did to me, Pollo. I remember looking into your eyes as you began choking the life out of me and thinking ‘this is it, I’m about to face my Armageddon’. If I had been able to at that moment, I would have smiled as Grin pulled the lever to unleash the all that piping hot gravy to cover us both. At that moment I could feel the devil reaching to drag me down to hell… only to wake up to the screeching voice of my sister wailing because she was covered in gravy.
“Pollo, you didn’t get the job done; you might have left me wounded but I’m still breathing. I realize you and I are far from done and I relish getting my hands on you once more but you’ve conveniently put your golden boys in my way to protect you. Don’t think I well forget what has transpired. Next time, you’ll have a lot more worry about than a fire ball.
“This brings me to you, Grin. Once again, Pollo is using you to try and stop me. This time he has you teaming with poor, little, insecure El Vainillo against myself and the new Scramble champion, Mr Crazy. It seems to me, Grin, Pollo didn’t do you any favors by teaming you with your new partner. The vanilla midget is obviously your team’s weak link and I assure you, Crazy and I well break him.”
The moaning gets louder and Tigre moves away from the camera. Someone cries out in pain and we hear Tigre laughing. Suddenly we hear a loud banging and someone calls out.
“Mr Tigre, sir, this is Hospital Security. Please unlock the door and step away from that man.”
“Tiger,” Charlotte yells, “open the door now!”
We hear her yelling at someone.
“Who allowed a cameraman to enter his room? I gave instructions to not allow anyone but his personal doctor and Embassy personnel in his room! For fucking out loud, Brute break the door down! The ambassador well compensate the hospital for the damages!”
We hear Tigre laughs as Brute tries to break down the door.
“Run little sheep, the tiger’s on the hunt.”
(499 words)