Post by tobeornottobe on Aug 19, 2006 23:09:41 GMT -5
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The loud engine of a BMW commences. The car appears on a barren road through the twilight with Bon Jovi's "Wanted" (dead or alive) booming on the radio. With the roof down and the wind blowing his hair back, Miguel Sanchez sits there with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on a cigar. Its like an intro into a low budget film. The dusty road, the orange sky...Could this be the wild west? Maybe. On the side of the road a sign pulls up that says "Bills Diner 1/2 Mile". The car approaches the diner. Miguel sees about 3 cars and a truck in the small lot. He parks close to the door. When he steps out, he flickers the remains of the cigar to the road. He brushes the ashes off of his white shirt violently and makes his way through the door. The diner is surrounded by mirrors. To the entrances left and right are a numerous amount of stalls and tables. Funny how something that looks like a piece of **** from the outside, looks rather well kept on the inside. Miguel walks ahead to the bar stools. He takes a seat right next to a man with a ripped flannel shirt. He has a remarkable amount of tattoos all over his arms. He sits there downing a beer. Some of the foam rests upon his thick mustache. A woman with a white hat and a black apron walks up from the other side of the counter. She looks like she is in her mid to late 40's. She twirls her blond hair with one hand and places the other one on the counter. She looks straight at Miguel and asks him, "What can I get you, Hun?"
[~Miguel~]
Some water would be nice....
[~Woman~]
Say?...Ain't you that Mexi-caannn wrastler on the teevee?
[~Miguel~]
Say? Aren't you the poster child for the anti tobacco companies? Man...those cigarettes really did a number on you. Look at you, you have a droopy face, and you smell like an ashtray. The makeup isn't helping you, Missy. Matter of fact? It could be making it worse!
The woman didn't take to kindly to Miguel's rant. Her smile faded into a ugly frown. The man sitting next to Miguel didn't take to kindly to the rant either. He sat there and stared at Miguel. Why did the Mexican Star do such a thing? Miguel then got up from his seat and stood right in the middle of the room.
[~Miguel~]
You see? That is the problem with all of you. I sit here and bust my ass on the road and in the ring just to be noticed as "That Mexican Guy" on television. The is a pay per view coming up. It is called "Superbrawl IV". I suggest all of you rednecks tune in on your little black and white televisions because I promise you....You are in for a treat. I step into the ring with eight other men. Sadly, all of them will have to job to me. Bronx Bomber is already at the top of my list just because of the fact that he had a chance to see the passion. He could have followed the path of Sanchez-ism. But no. He decided that he was better left off on the streets of New York, sleeping on a moldy bench somewhere and worshiping a team that literally have an all star roster. Yeah. He worships a team that has millions of dollars but never gave him a single penny. He goes to their stadium in the Bronx and buys Cracker Jacks. He buys their shirts. But he can't come to me. Become one of my followers and have a place to live. He reads from their bible, but not mine. I said it once, I will say it again. He will not be saved no more, for now he is nothing but an utter sacrifice. Because of him, the likes of "The Dragon" Tony, "Biker's Hell" Nick Poffo, Nick Cash, Brady Cool, Chris Sanchez, by the way, he has no relation to me. If he did he would be the first one to be put on the path of enlightenment and finally, Thunder will also be set an example in front of the millions watching world wide. Don't get me wrong though. People like Thunder have to be in a match of this caliber. He is a former WFWF television champion. But you know what happened? He fell all the way at the bottom of the stairs. He has to climb up with broken legs to reach the top, and guess who is up there? Thats right. ME!!!! Not the 12 pack a day smoker we have for a waitress, not a fat
er trucker, right there, not anybody who drives a freakin' motor home. ME!!!! The man with the mustache then got up from his seat. He hit his mug full of beer on the counter with a loud "clank". He then wiped the foam from his stash and began to speak.
[~Man~]
Boy... You don't talk to me or anybody in here like that, ya hear? That is not how you treat a lady.
[~Miguel~]
You know what? You are absolutely right. That is not how you treat a lady. On second thought.Tell me? How do you treat your wife? Do you slap her around? Or maybe you don't have one. Maybe you have a poor defenseless woman sitting in the corner of the living room just waiting you to come home full off of your wife beating juice over there, just so you can put the pounding on her. C'mon Billy Bob. Does it make you feel like a man taking your fist and punching somebody that is a third your weight around?
The man seemed to get angry. He turned around to pick up the mug. He turned and threw the mug right at Sanchez. The mug clipped Sanchez right above the eye. Sanchez bends down and sees the blood drip rapidly onto the ground. The remainder of the people in the diner clap. They seem to be rather proud of what the man did to Miguel. The man smiles and starts to get hyped by the crowd. He puts his arms over his head and celebrates his cheap shot. But without any warning of any kind, Sanchez charges at the man. Miguel then tackled the man into the counter. Ramming his head onto the bar stool with one hand and the other to wipe away the blood going into his eye, Miguel continues his assault. A skinny man with a trucker cap and a jean jacket then gets up from his seat on the right side of the diner and hops onto the counter. With Miguel having his back turned, he wouldn't know what would happen. The man runs the short distance to pick up speed and leaps onto Miguel. Both men fall to the ground. Sanchez falls onto his face and tries to get up but then more men come and begin to stop the Mexican warrior into the tiled ground. The once white ground gets a rosy red flavor added and the once tan face of Miguel Sanchez now turns into the "Crimson Mask". The men stomp Sanchez until he couldn't move. They then drag Miguel from the arms outside and drop him onto the hood of his prized BMW. He regains movement a short time later. His white shirt is no longer looking classy, for now it looked like Sanchez has just slaughtered a pig. His jeans are slightly ripped and extremely dirty. Miguel Picks up his head and looks into the dark distance. He moans and drops his head back onto the hood. Will he be in good enough shape for Superbrawl?
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