Post by elrey on Oct 30, 2005 21:54:53 GMT -5
Promo #1: "Kudos"
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In the center of the ring, a man wearing a black beret paces about. He walks toward the ring announcer, and demands a microphone. With his request satisfied, he walks back toward the middle of the ring, and begins to speak.
G- ¡¡¡MÉXICO!!! (Translation- Mexico!!!)
The crowd cheers loudly
G- ¡Mi nombre es Gerald Cabeza, y soy de la Ciudad de México, bebé! (Translation- My name is Gerald Cabeza, and I’m from Mexico City, baby!)
The Crowd cheers once again.
G- Y... (Translation- And...)
Gerard fidgets around his earpiece, and frowns.
G- My friends, the company does not want me to speak in Spanish anymore…
The crowd boos
G- Yeah, but that’s what we get with people from lazy America, we ALWAYS have to speak in THEIR language, instead of our SUPERIOR dialect.
Gerald walks towards the ropes, and rests his torso on the top rope.
G- Anyway, the reason why I’m out here, as some of you may already know, is because my client, El Rey de la Máscara, is set to debut tonight, RIGHT HERE IN MEXICO!!!
Once again, the crowd goes for the cheap pop
G- Enough of this dilly dallying around, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT TO YOU….EL REY DE LA MÁSCARA!!!!!
The lights turn off as soon as Gerald finishes speaking. Miseria Cantare by AFI blasts out of the speakers, as the Alpha-tron turns on. Images of a masked wrestler clad in black and white attire appear on the screen. Various angles of El Rey performing The Apocalypse Bomb and the Lightning Strike are played, as a single spotlight shines on the entrance area. El Rey runs through the black curtain, and rushes straight toward the ring. He then climbs on the turnbuckle, and raises his arms. Miseria Cantare begins to die down, and El Rey back flips off of the turnbuckle, and lands perfectly in the middle of the ring.
E- ¡SOY DE MÉXICO!
G- Now Rey, you know as well as I do that we’re not allowed to speak Spanish anymore...
Gerald looks at the audience
G- I’m sorry, folks, but El Rey doesn’t speak a single word in English. That’s why I’m here. Since I currently live in El Sobrante, California, I speak perfect English…
A man stands up in the crowd
Man- Dude, you live in the “left-overs???”
Gerald rolls his eyes.
G- Yes, my friend, I live in the left-overs…I guess when the Californians found the city, they thought it would be full of white trash…
The crowd starts chanting “GRING-GOES!”
G- Anyway, it seems that Chairman Gingerdude idiotically chose to pair up my main man, El Rey, with a worthless wrestler named... “Kudo…”
Gerald smiles, and El Rey smiles with him.
G- Now, I’m not sure what it means in JAPANESE, but I’ll be damned if hearing that name doesn’t make me hungry...
The crowd begins to chant “KUDOS”
G- Hey vender boy, toss me some kudos over here!
As if on cue, two bars of Kudos brand granola are thrown into the ring. Rey and Gerald simultaneously grab the candy bars, and begin to un-wrap them. Rey walks over to Gerald, and he whispers into Gerald’s ear.
Gerald- What my client would like to say is…
El Rey smiles
Gerald- Congratulations on losing the match…
Both Rey and Gerald extend the kudos bars
Gerald and Rey- Kudos!
As Gerald and Rey bite into the bars, Miseria Cantare by AFI plays through the speakers once again. Both men exit the ring, and walk upstage as the crowd begins to chant “El Rey.” Gerald and Rey both wave to the crowd, before disappearing behind the black curtain.
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In the center of the ring, a man wearing a black beret paces about. He walks toward the ring announcer, and demands a microphone. With his request satisfied, he walks back toward the middle of the ring, and begins to speak.
G- ¡¡¡MÉXICO!!! (Translation- Mexico!!!)
The crowd cheers loudly
G- ¡Mi nombre es Gerald Cabeza, y soy de la Ciudad de México, bebé! (Translation- My name is Gerald Cabeza, and I’m from Mexico City, baby!)
The Crowd cheers once again.
G- Y... (Translation- And...)
Gerard fidgets around his earpiece, and frowns.
G- My friends, the company does not want me to speak in Spanish anymore…
The crowd boos
G- Yeah, but that’s what we get with people from lazy America, we ALWAYS have to speak in THEIR language, instead of our SUPERIOR dialect.
Gerald walks towards the ropes, and rests his torso on the top rope.
G- Anyway, the reason why I’m out here, as some of you may already know, is because my client, El Rey de la Máscara, is set to debut tonight, RIGHT HERE IN MEXICO!!!
Once again, the crowd goes for the cheap pop
G- Enough of this dilly dallying around, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT TO YOU….EL REY DE LA MÁSCARA!!!!!
The lights turn off as soon as Gerald finishes speaking. Miseria Cantare by AFI blasts out of the speakers, as the Alpha-tron turns on. Images of a masked wrestler clad in black and white attire appear on the screen. Various angles of El Rey performing The Apocalypse Bomb and the Lightning Strike are played, as a single spotlight shines on the entrance area. El Rey runs through the black curtain, and rushes straight toward the ring. He then climbs on the turnbuckle, and raises his arms. Miseria Cantare begins to die down, and El Rey back flips off of the turnbuckle, and lands perfectly in the middle of the ring.
E- ¡SOY DE MÉXICO!
G- Now Rey, you know as well as I do that we’re not allowed to speak Spanish anymore...
Gerald looks at the audience
G- I’m sorry, folks, but El Rey doesn’t speak a single word in English. That’s why I’m here. Since I currently live in El Sobrante, California, I speak perfect English…
A man stands up in the crowd
Man- Dude, you live in the “left-overs???”
Gerald rolls his eyes.
G- Yes, my friend, I live in the left-overs…I guess when the Californians found the city, they thought it would be full of white trash…
The crowd starts chanting “GRING-GOES!”
G- Anyway, it seems that Chairman Gingerdude idiotically chose to pair up my main man, El Rey, with a worthless wrestler named... “Kudo…”
Gerald smiles, and El Rey smiles with him.
G- Now, I’m not sure what it means in JAPANESE, but I’ll be damned if hearing that name doesn’t make me hungry...
The crowd begins to chant “KUDOS”
G- Hey vender boy, toss me some kudos over here!
As if on cue, two bars of Kudos brand granola are thrown into the ring. Rey and Gerald simultaneously grab the candy bars, and begin to un-wrap them. Rey walks over to Gerald, and he whispers into Gerald’s ear.
Gerald- What my client would like to say is…
El Rey smiles
Gerald- Congratulations on losing the match…
Both Rey and Gerald extend the kudos bars
Gerald and Rey- Kudos!
As Gerald and Rey bite into the bars, Miseria Cantare by AFI plays through the speakers once again. Both men exit the ring, and walk upstage as the crowd begins to chant “El Rey.” Gerald and Rey both wave to the crowd, before disappearing behind the black curtain.
