Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 13:38:40 GMT -6
(The scene opens backstage at the MSW arena where Chad Vargas is seen relaxing in the locker room, lounging on the couch with his feet up. Dressed casual but still looking stellar as always, rocking a pair of torn jeans, a black sleeveless “Country Boy” shirt, muscles glistening in the light of the room. His blonde hair gelled to perfection with his yellow tinted Oakley’s sitting atop his forehead. Vargas is enjoying opening day of MLB baseball, he suddenly tires from the game and starts looking through his phone. All of a sudden laughing hysterically.)
Vargas: So I just got an e-mail from MSW’s very own head dog in charge Mr. Stevenson himself. It looks like the front office wants to see what I’ve got to show for myself, so they booked me in dark match to see if I’ve got the potential to compete within the MSW at next week’s Unstoppable. (Vargas chuckles) Ya know back when I was a young buck I’d feel a little offended being a fella of my caliber stuck opening up a card, in a dark match that nobody will see nor hold relevant. But the fact of the matter is, nobody who has ever crossed my path weather love or hate me, nobody can dog on my work ethic. I’m all about working my way to the top, from the bottom up. Rung by fuckin’ rung. Clearly though as I look at my two opponents I can tell ya one fuckin’ things for sure, and that’s that I’m sure as hell starting at the bottom of the fuckin’ barrel. Being booked against two ass hats that’ve probably been working the opening level their entire pathetic careers in Josh Hunt and Yugo Phi..Pha... gonna get his ass kicked anyway no matter how you say his dumbass name.
(The camera man can be heard correcting Vargas, telling him that it’s actually ‘Jason’ and not ‘Josh’.)
Vargas: Don’t interrupt me again. I couldn’t rightly give a shit what the fuck his name is. Point is, he will be a non-factor tomorrow evening. Guy hasn’t got a snowballs chance in hell to go toe to toe with a true southern bad ass such as yours truly, I ain’t even heard a lick from him either leading up to this match, I don’t know if he’s maybe thinkin’ he bit off more than he could chew, or maybe he’s running scared I don’t know nor do I care, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt in hopes that he’ll show his face tonight and that he’ll have eaten his flinstone vitey’s and be there if nothing more than my own personal punching bag. Tonight chances are he’ll probably show his face, get it caved the hell in, and then go back to whatever trailer park he calls home up there in Boston. I don’t know if I can say I’ve ever actually met a cat from Massachusetts that I actually care for. I’m pretty sure I would rather have a prostitute for a sister than a brother from Massachusetts. Tonight, Hunt – you’ll be sent back to Mass beaten, bloody, and bruised.
As for this guy Yugo Phalious. I’ll give you one thing Yogi you’ve got some charisma. But I’ve seen more intimidation out of a Road runner versus Wil E. Coyote cartoon pal. Save all the cowboy shit for somebody that can actually pull it off. Just ‘cause you found yourself a cowboy hat on the $2.99 rack at Good Will and think you look good in it doesn’t necessarily make you a fuckin’ cowboy now does it? While you’ve got the look, and that gigantic hideous belt buckle you’re missing one thing, you ain’t got the attitude of a real southern gentlemen like myself. So after I’m done with you Yogi you’ll be on a fuckin’ raft somewhere back to Singapore cuttin’ up fish and selling it on the street. If it ain’t nothing I hate more than some cock thinking he’s somethin’ he ain’t. Thanks for thinkin’ I’m worthy of a job at Wendy’s, just ‘cause that’s where you pick up all your lovely ladies don’t be thinkin’ I would ever lower myself to even step foot into one of those sleazy fuckin’ places. Tonight I’ll show you what a real man from the south does. Everything may be bigger in Texas, but everything is BETTER in fuckin’ Tennessee. Do you get it? The South will rise again tonight when you and that other guy go toe to toe with the Southern Hammer, yours truly, Chad F’N Vargas – future MSW flagship. Make sure you open those eyes of yours real wide so you can see clearly that - You ain’t got it in you to stand in my wheel house son, let alone take me down for the pin fall. See you tonight, little man.
KING KONG AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME!!!
(Vargas gets up off the couch, walks over to his mini fridge and grabs a Budweiser out, cracks it and takes a drag off it as he smirks arrogantly to the camera as the scene fades to black.)
Vargas: So I just got an e-mail from MSW’s very own head dog in charge Mr. Stevenson himself. It looks like the front office wants to see what I’ve got to show for myself, so they booked me in dark match to see if I’ve got the potential to compete within the MSW at next week’s Unstoppable. (Vargas chuckles) Ya know back when I was a young buck I’d feel a little offended being a fella of my caliber stuck opening up a card, in a dark match that nobody will see nor hold relevant. But the fact of the matter is, nobody who has ever crossed my path weather love or hate me, nobody can dog on my work ethic. I’m all about working my way to the top, from the bottom up. Rung by fuckin’ rung. Clearly though as I look at my two opponents I can tell ya one fuckin’ things for sure, and that’s that I’m sure as hell starting at the bottom of the fuckin’ barrel. Being booked against two ass hats that’ve probably been working the opening level their entire pathetic careers in Josh Hunt and Yugo Phi..Pha... gonna get his ass kicked anyway no matter how you say his dumbass name.
(The camera man can be heard correcting Vargas, telling him that it’s actually ‘Jason’ and not ‘Josh’.)
Vargas: Don’t interrupt me again. I couldn’t rightly give a shit what the fuck his name is. Point is, he will be a non-factor tomorrow evening. Guy hasn’t got a snowballs chance in hell to go toe to toe with a true southern bad ass such as yours truly, I ain’t even heard a lick from him either leading up to this match, I don’t know if he’s maybe thinkin’ he bit off more than he could chew, or maybe he’s running scared I don’t know nor do I care, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt in hopes that he’ll show his face tonight and that he’ll have eaten his flinstone vitey’s and be there if nothing more than my own personal punching bag. Tonight chances are he’ll probably show his face, get it caved the hell in, and then go back to whatever trailer park he calls home up there in Boston. I don’t know if I can say I’ve ever actually met a cat from Massachusetts that I actually care for. I’m pretty sure I would rather have a prostitute for a sister than a brother from Massachusetts. Tonight, Hunt – you’ll be sent back to Mass beaten, bloody, and bruised.
As for this guy Yugo Phalious. I’ll give you one thing Yogi you’ve got some charisma. But I’ve seen more intimidation out of a Road runner versus Wil E. Coyote cartoon pal. Save all the cowboy shit for somebody that can actually pull it off. Just ‘cause you found yourself a cowboy hat on the $2.99 rack at Good Will and think you look good in it doesn’t necessarily make you a fuckin’ cowboy now does it? While you’ve got the look, and that gigantic hideous belt buckle you’re missing one thing, you ain’t got the attitude of a real southern gentlemen like myself. So after I’m done with you Yogi you’ll be on a fuckin’ raft somewhere back to Singapore cuttin’ up fish and selling it on the street. If it ain’t nothing I hate more than some cock thinking he’s somethin’ he ain’t. Thanks for thinkin’ I’m worthy of a job at Wendy’s, just ‘cause that’s where you pick up all your lovely ladies don’t be thinkin’ I would ever lower myself to even step foot into one of those sleazy fuckin’ places. Tonight I’ll show you what a real man from the south does. Everything may be bigger in Texas, but everything is BETTER in fuckin’ Tennessee. Do you get it? The South will rise again tonight when you and that other guy go toe to toe with the Southern Hammer, yours truly, Chad F’N Vargas – future MSW flagship. Make sure you open those eyes of yours real wide so you can see clearly that - You ain’t got it in you to stand in my wheel house son, let alone take me down for the pin fall. See you tonight, little man.
KING KONG AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME!!!
(Vargas gets up off the couch, walks over to his mini fridge and grabs a Budweiser out, cracks it and takes a drag off it as he smirks arrogantly to the camera as the scene fades to black.)