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| The Return of Tequila Mockingbird; A challenge to the alpha male | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 25 2005, 08:18 AM (42 Views) | |
| BobPalindrome | Mar 25 2005, 08:18 AM Post #1 |
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[The scene opens up backstage at the Bradley Center in Milwaukee. It’s an open, drab area with concrete floors, various doors leading to stairways and supply closets, soda machines and basic equipment. Almost instantly El Lobo Loco walks into frame, wearing his signature mask, a leather jacket over a t-shirt and faded jeans. He has a sour expression on his face. Perhaps because the venue shares his upcoming opponent’s name? Or were they just out of those tiny little burrito things he likes at the convenience store? Likely in the interest of finding out, the camera follows Lobo as he comes across a comely Mexican woman and a young man, built very similarly to Lobo. The woman smiles as she sees Lobo, although the man remains much more reserved. And if you’re a real Lobo fan, you’ll recognize this woman as none other than…] Lobo: Tequila Mockingbird. What the hell are you doing here? Tequila: (cheerily) I’m fine, thanks! And how are you? Lobo: Seriously, you call me out of the blue and suddenly you’re in Wisconsin? Why didn’t you just manifest in my hotel room? (noticing the other guy) And who the hell is this vato? [Shockingly, the guarded youth steps forward in a rush of aggression, cursing in Spanish, saying things that might actually get on TV but probably shouldn’t. Lobo returns in kind, and Tequila has to step between them to stop the fight.] Tequila: Enough, boys! So much anger and violence from you two… Anyway, Lobo, this is “Dirty” Santiago Sanchez. He’s a wrestler from Tijuana who I brought up here to see you perform. He’s getting into the business and he’s thinking about doing death matches just like you! Lobo: Well, you should have brought him up here last week. I had a hardcore match with Bradley Johnson, this puta I’m challenging these days. Fought him to a draw, and I have to admit, El Lobo was a little rusty in what use to be his specialty. Tequila: Ah, I thought I could sense your frustration. Well, don’t get too hung up on this Bradley guy. If you fought him to a draw on your first encounter, what does that say about him? Your main concern should be Kuriyama and the other half of that belt… [We hear Sanchez mumbling under his mouth…] Sanchez: Half a title… What a joke… [Lobo gets up in Sanchez’s face, stabbing a finger into Sanchez’s chest. Tequila grimaces as she fears what will come next.] Lobo: You have something to say to me, muchacho? Then why don’t you come out with it? [Sanchez stares hard at Lobo for a moment, and then speaks in a slow and measured tone, showing unfamiliarity with the language as well with a strong Spanish accent.] Sanchez: You don’t beat Kuriyama. You don’t beat Johnson. You only beat Max Corona, but now he gone anyway. You think you are hot, but you really only playing around. Lobo: Is that so, “Dirty” Sanchez? Have you ever seen what I can do? I’ve finally put speed and excitement back into this place… Throwdown was dominated by suplexing grapplers before I got here, and now I’m bringing something new to the table for these gringos. You’re just tagging along to see what a real mano is doing! Tequila: Hey, knock it off! Look, Lobo, the reason why I wanted to see you now is because I have some advice for you when it comes down to these matches… Because even though the belt is your prize, these matches still mean something. Sanchez: Advise him to not show up on Tuesday.. [Lobo grunts and then promptly slams his forehead against the brow of Sanchez, knocking him back and to his knees. He grabs his face in pain and yelps as Tequila lets out a squeaky scream and puts her hands to her mouth.] Lobo: Look, nino, you may be the hottest thing going in whatever half-ass, backyard league you have going in Tijuana, but when you’re in my house, you do not come in and disrespect El Lobo. This is a matter of honor. [Tequila smiles as she realizes Sanchez has just been shut up and not really hurt. She turns to Lobo and sighs.] Tequila: It is funny that you should mention honor, Lobo. That is what must drive you to beat Bradley. He met you on your grounds, and he almost bested you. He at least held you off the entire length of the match, and there is something to be said for that. He must have brought his all last Tuesday to withstand whatever you put him through. Lobo: I suppose the bald bastardo gets that credit. Plus, he taught me what a “chav” is. Tequila: What? Never mind. Just remember to return the favor. Bring it all when you face him on Tuesday. Make him forget his fancy suplexes and actual wrestling skill. Make him try to keep up with you and keep him on his toes. Lobo: Tequila, I got this. There is no way Bradley will be able to stop the energy and passion of El Lobo. I fight harder, I fly higher and I kick more ass in more states across the country than anyone. I flew across the Pacific so I could kick ass over there. You think I’m going to back down from some English cabron with his hard knock style and blood pudding? Screw the fish and chips, it’s going to be all about the spicy Latin flavor on Tuesday! Tequila: Lobo, would you like to know how your match will end? [Lobo’s mouth hangs open for a second at the prospect.] Lobo: You can really do that? Tell me what the future holds? Tequila: Yeah. But if I tell you… [She leans forward, and Lobo does too to hear her.] Tequila: … I’d have tequila. [Lobo shuts his eyes and moans and Tequila laughs loudly. Breaking up the scene is Sanchez, who grabs Tequila by the arm and yanks her toward him as he glares at Lobo.] Sanchez: I am not liking you very much. Lobo: Yeah, well, it’s breaking my heart. Sanchez: I will go and see your match on Tuesday and I will sit with Tequila as I watch Bradley Johnson open up a can of asswhoop all over you. Lobo: I think it’s supposed to be “whoopass” there, puta. Don’t worry… Eventually you’ll grasp English and you won’t sound so inarticulate. Stupid still, yes, but more articulate. [Sanchez takes Tequila with him as he walks out of the scene, heading for the exit. Tequila protests for a moment, but eventually gives up and gets dragged along. She sends a smile and wave to Lobo, who returns both weakly. Once Sanchez and Tequila are gone, we get a close-up of Lobo’s face as he inhales and slowly exhales his lungs. Fade to black.] |
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