Post by The Chupster on Jun 20, 2008 21:27:25 GMT -5
The camera starts off in the middle of a Moonlight Army promo, where they're going on about who will represent the team against the tag champions. Within moments, the Chupacabra has barged in, Juan in tow.
Chupa:[/b] [/color] 'Scuse me, fuckos.
He grabs the cameraman and drags him into the hallway. The boom mic tech follows as the Moonlight Army looks on in disbelief.
They settle in the hallway, with the lights blaring in Chupa's face. Juan passes a squeaky fart and baa's.
Chupa:[/b] [/color] God DAMN, goat! What'cha been eatin'? Jesus... Okay, got a few words ta say, an' I'll make it quick so's the Jackalong Triplets in there can get their fill o' reshootin' the same crap promo over and over. First off- Mikey, ya fuckin' jackstick, first our match gets changed cuz'a some shakeups here in the OCW, then ya get yerself fuckin' suspended fer no-showin'. When ya get back all legal-like, I'm gonna jam my Picard-special titanium-reinforced boot so far down yer throat, yer gonna think yer gettin' a reverse enema.
He pulls up his pants leg, showing a new set of shiny metal boots with the Captain Picard's face lovingly etched on the front.
Chupa:[/b][/color] Second, Zero, man, that was a helluva match, an' I still can't believe ya stayed down after that Partytime Redneck Kung Fu Chop. Ya almost had me early, an' for that I GOTTA give ya props- yer a madman, an' anytime ya wanna rematch, you just say the word an' we'll do that shit up RIGHT. Mad props.
An' finally, Osiris. Ya say yer gettin' passed over fer title shots, an' hell, yer probably right. It's hard ta take a spandex-wearin' walkin' crapfest like you seriously sometimes. But ya say ya've taken out all the OCW Legends that ya've fought, an' that ain't so. Maybe it's the years o' chairshots an' blood loss, but I'm purty sure you ain't ever laid me out one-on-one.
That aside, this week ya gotta four-way matchup with myself... the #1 contender ta the World Title, Sorrow... an' the World Champeen hisself, Nitro. I'm all about givin' props ta the folks what deserve it, an' I even stepped aside soon's I lost the strap because I know Sorrow deserves the shot he's gonna get. I dunno how this four-way match'll roll, but I tell ya this- Osiris, you win this an' fer what it's worth, I'll pull fer you ta be the next #1 contender. If you can make it outta that match with the big W, ya deserve it, ya goony bastard.
The Moonlight Army emerges from their locker room, steamed and bitching. Juan raises a back leg and rips off an echoy beefer in their direction, then baa's contentedly. The three are quickly occupied with gagging and rapidly fanning away the stench.
Chupa: [/b][/color] That's cool, y'all. You can have the crew back, I said mah peace. C'mon, Juan, ya stinky bitch.
They begin to walk away and Juan tears off another gas attack, this time spraying the hall (and Chaser's shoes) with goatish fecal matter, and the camera stays on Chaser as he vomits all over the hallway. Then fades to black.
Chupa:[/b] [/color] 'Scuse me, fuckos.
He grabs the cameraman and drags him into the hallway. The boom mic tech follows as the Moonlight Army looks on in disbelief.
They settle in the hallway, with the lights blaring in Chupa's face. Juan passes a squeaky fart and baa's.
Chupa:[/b] [/color] God DAMN, goat! What'cha been eatin'? Jesus... Okay, got a few words ta say, an' I'll make it quick so's the Jackalong Triplets in there can get their fill o' reshootin' the same crap promo over and over. First off- Mikey, ya fuckin' jackstick, first our match gets changed cuz'a some shakeups here in the OCW, then ya get yerself fuckin' suspended fer no-showin'. When ya get back all legal-like, I'm gonna jam my Picard-special titanium-reinforced boot so far down yer throat, yer gonna think yer gettin' a reverse enema.
He pulls up his pants leg, showing a new set of shiny metal boots with the Captain Picard's face lovingly etched on the front.
Chupa:[/b][/color] Second, Zero, man, that was a helluva match, an' I still can't believe ya stayed down after that Partytime Redneck Kung Fu Chop. Ya almost had me early, an' for that I GOTTA give ya props- yer a madman, an' anytime ya wanna rematch, you just say the word an' we'll do that shit up RIGHT. Mad props.
An' finally, Osiris. Ya say yer gettin' passed over fer title shots, an' hell, yer probably right. It's hard ta take a spandex-wearin' walkin' crapfest like you seriously sometimes. But ya say ya've taken out all the OCW Legends that ya've fought, an' that ain't so. Maybe it's the years o' chairshots an' blood loss, but I'm purty sure you ain't ever laid me out one-on-one.
That aside, this week ya gotta four-way matchup with myself... the #1 contender ta the World Title, Sorrow... an' the World Champeen hisself, Nitro. I'm all about givin' props ta the folks what deserve it, an' I even stepped aside soon's I lost the strap because I know Sorrow deserves the shot he's gonna get. I dunno how this four-way match'll roll, but I tell ya this- Osiris, you win this an' fer what it's worth, I'll pull fer you ta be the next #1 contender. If you can make it outta that match with the big W, ya deserve it, ya goony bastard.
The Moonlight Army emerges from their locker room, steamed and bitching. Juan raises a back leg and rips off an echoy beefer in their direction, then baa's contentedly. The three are quickly occupied with gagging and rapidly fanning away the stench.
Chupa: [/b][/color] That's cool, y'all. You can have the crew back, I said mah peace. C'mon, Juan, ya stinky bitch.
They begin to walk away and Juan tears off another gas attack, this time spraying the hall (and Chaser's shoes) with goatish fecal matter, and the camera stays on Chaser as he vomits all over the hallway. Then fades to black.
