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| Topic Started: Jan 16 2008, 09:11 PM (117 Views) | |
| El Pablo | Jan 16 2008, 09:11 PM Post #1 |
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VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!
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*A murmur of anticipation ripples around the American West Arena in Phoenix, Arizona as the lights go down and darkness descends on the people in attendance. The murmurs turn to cheers of excitement as the opening guitar riff to "Been Training Dogs" by the Cooper Temple Clause begins to pump out of the speakers, bright white spotlights pulsing on and off across the room in time with the beat. The excitement increases even more as a wall of pyro explodes across the stage, and El Pablo steps out into the arena, decked out in his usual out-of-ring outfit. In his left hand he holds a microphone, in his right, a small blue and white coolbox.* DANIELS: Well it seems business is about to pick up in Phoenix, Arizona, because here comes El Pablo! MASTERS: Oh no, what does this idiot want? DANIELS: From the looks of that coolbox in his hand I'd guess he's about to enjoy a nice beverage or two... *El Pablo bounds down the ramp and slides the box into the ring, before leaping up onto the apron and vaulting over the top rope. He walks over to one of the far turnbuckles, climbs up and salutes the crowd, holding his hands in an "X" above his head.* DANIELS: The crowd certainly showing their appreciation for this young upstart here tonight! MASTERS: So what? This crowd would be impressed by a colour TV! DANIELS: Masters, what is wrong with you? MASTERS: What? *With the music still playing, El Pablo steps back over to the coolbox and picks it up.* DANIELS: Well, I guess we're about to find out what El Pablo brought that coolbox out here for. *El Pablo carries the coolbox over to the centre of the ring and places it down on the mat. He bends down, opens it up, reaches inside and pulls out a handful of small, unidentifiable objects.* MASTERS: What is that? DANIELS: Well whatever it is, it's not beer... *El Pablo drops the mic onto the mat and walks over to one side of the ring. He grabs one of the objects in his free hand and tosses it into the crowd. He repeats this with the other two before walking back over to the coolbox.* DANIELS: Hey, I think that's.. is that limes? MASTERS: Limes? *El Pablo pulls out another handful of the objects and walks over to the other side of the ring. He tosses them into various parts of the crowd as well before returning to the coolbox a third time.* MASTERS: Hey, I think it is Limes! Haha! DANIELS: El Pablo's come out here with a box full of limes! Clearly making some sort of reference to "Irish" Ian Chadwick's comments about him ahead of this X-Division Championship matchup! *El Pablo throws all but one of the remaining limes into the crowd over the heads of Daniels and Masters, before returning to coolbox once again and pulling out a knife. He slices the last lime in half and drops the knife back into the box, before bending down and picking up the microphone. The music cuts out and the arena lights come back up, as El Pablo leans back, raises the lime high above his head, and squeezes the juice down into his mouth. He shakes his head in registering the sour taste, before tossing the squeezed lime into the air and kicking it into the crowd as well. He raises the microphone to his lips and waits for the crowd to quieten down before speaking.* EL PABLO: PHOENIX, ARIZONA.. WELCOME TO.. THE EL PABLO - "CZW'S NUMBER ONE 'LIMEY BASTARD'" - EXPERIENCE!!! *The crowd cheers in appraisal.* EL PABLO: Now, I know we've all got a busy evening ahead, so I won't keep you for too long. I just thought I'd come out here and share with you all my final thoughts ahead of this X-Division Championship match-up, and specifically, my final thoughts on my two opponents, J.A. Sawyer and "The Gyspy King" Ian Chadwick. Now, J.A., we've had our fun this past week, you're a great guy and I think we "get" each other pretty well.. but you know as well as I do that when that bell rings it's gonna be hell-for-leather combat, I'm gonna give you everything I've got and I'm sure you'll give me the same right back. *The crowd applauds as El Pablo pauses and nods his head.* EL PABLO: As for you Ian, I'm glad I got your attention, because to be honest I was a little worried about getting bored during this match-up, almost as bored as your little friend looked while you were feeling her up in that hotel room of yours. *The crowd laughs as El Pablo shrugs his shoulders with a wry smile on his face.* EL PABLO: Like I said before, I'm a showman at heart, just "coasting to victory" isn't gonna give me that warm, fuzzy feeling inside. No, I wanna see cameras flashing, instant replays on the jumbotron, looks of awe and amazement on the faces of each and every one of these people in attendance! *The crowd cheers again in approval of El Pablo's comments.* EL PABLO: Then, and only then, will I feel that I've done enough to have earned the title of "CZW X-Division Champion". The fact is Ian, regardless of whatever "Gypsy Justice" you attempt to dish out, this match isn't gonna "end my career", oh no.. win or lose, this match is only the beginning. You say I'm now in your crosshairs? Well Ian... *El Pablo grabs the zip of his hoody, pulls it down slowly and tosses it to the side, revealing a white t-shirt with a big bright bullseye painted on it. He steps forwards, leans on the ropes at the side of the ring, and stares straight into the camera.* EL PABLO: ..FIRE AWAY! *The crowd erupts again as "Been Training Dogs" kicks back in. El Pablo drops the microphone to the floor and makes the "X" sign with his hands again in the centre of the ring, before flinging his jacket over his shoulder, grabbing the coolbox and heading back up the rampway.* |
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