Batista presents...Consejo Nuevo de Lucha Ligera!
Jul 5, 2009 20:48:46 GMT -5
Post by Chris Eco on Jul 5, 2009 20:48:46 GMT -5
OOC: Trust me, Sergei. It will all come together...
(Sabian is hanging out backstage when a frustrated Torrie and Alicia come by.)
Sabian: Hey ladies, what's the matter?
Alicia: It's too ridiculous to talk about.
Torrie: Nothing really, we just got assigned to a stupid...um, excuse me?
(Sabian has moved his head in closer to the point where his face is almost between Torrie's breasts.)
Sabian: No, no, keep talking. I'ma just motorboat down here. (starts rubbing his face in)
(Torrie pushes Sabian off and slaps him. The two girls walk off disgusted. Sabian tries to sneak up behind and slap Alicia's ass but a hand stops him.)
Antonio Rocca: Want to cut that out, kid?
Sabian: Man, who are you and why are you gettin' in my business?
Rocca: My name is Antonio Rocca. I'm a Hall of Fame wrestler, but I wouldn't expect someone like you to know that?
Sabian: Like me?
Rocca: Yes, like you. I know you don't care. It's fitting that we're wrestling in Bridgeport, because people like you have been ruining places like Bridgeport for decades.
Sabian: People like me, huh? Come out and say it, boy. You got a problem with the dark folks, huh?
Rocca: Oh please, don't flatter yourself by making yourself a victim of racism. You belong to a much bigger tribe. The happily ignorant. The actively uncouth. Glorifying drug use, calling other wrestlers "faggots"...you have never done a constructive thing in your entire life, and you encourage others to hold you up as a model.
Sabian: All right, you got me on some of that. But it's not my job to be "constructive". My job is to de-construct, to take stuck-up assholes like you, down a peg. Now, does your ass have a match yet, or no?
Rocca: As a matter of fact, I was about to go challenge Mr. Hashimoto--
Sabian: Fuck Hash-boy. You ain't insulting me and looking past me like that. Either you're letting me kick your ass in the ring, or I'ma have to do it here.
Rocca: (smiling) Fine. Let's make it official.
(Rocca and Sabian walk over to Batista's office, which is conveniently next door. Batista is busy signing off on matches.)
Batista: You and Linda want a Texas strap match...fantastic. *stamp* I can't imagine why you'd want to be in a Strap Match with a dominatrix, but go for it.
Jacqueline: Honey, even a dominatrix can't beat me in ass-whipping.
Batista: Lovely. Too Cool and 3 Count want a TLC Match...REALLY?
Hurricane: You're free to reject it.
Shannon: No way! We want this match, we're going to kick their ass! It's going to be awesome! You won the tag titles in a TLC match, remember?
Hurricane: I didn't even participate! Kane did all the work.
Batista: Can I stamp this or what?
Hurricane: Um...
Shannon: Yeah! Come on!
Batista: Great. *stamp* Rocca, Sabian, what do you two want?
Rocca: Well, this guy challenged me to a match--
Batista: I figured. Stipulation?
(Sabian and Rocca look at each other.)
Sabian: Um, we don't have one of those--
Batista: You two both do flippy shit, right?
Rocca: I prefer not to call it--
Sabian: Hellz yeah!
Batista: Great. You two will be starring in our Flippy Shit Match. You can only win the match with a move where both feet leave the ground. Deal?
Sabian: Sure.
Rocca: Fine. Only thing is, I had wanted a match with Shinya Hash--
Batista: --is already booked against Giant Baba in a meeting of the Japanese superstars. Have a fantastic day and get out of my office.
(Sabian is hanging out backstage when a frustrated Torrie and Alicia come by.)
Sabian: Hey ladies, what's the matter?
Alicia: It's too ridiculous to talk about.
Torrie: Nothing really, we just got assigned to a stupid...um, excuse me?
(Sabian has moved his head in closer to the point where his face is almost between Torrie's breasts.)
Sabian: No, no, keep talking. I'ma just motorboat down here. (starts rubbing his face in)
(Torrie pushes Sabian off and slaps him. The two girls walk off disgusted. Sabian tries to sneak up behind and slap Alicia's ass but a hand stops him.)
Antonio Rocca: Want to cut that out, kid?
Sabian: Man, who are you and why are you gettin' in my business?
Rocca: My name is Antonio Rocca. I'm a Hall of Fame wrestler, but I wouldn't expect someone like you to know that?
Sabian: Like me?
Rocca: Yes, like you. I know you don't care. It's fitting that we're wrestling in Bridgeport, because people like you have been ruining places like Bridgeport for decades.
Sabian: People like me, huh? Come out and say it, boy. You got a problem with the dark folks, huh?
Rocca: Oh please, don't flatter yourself by making yourself a victim of racism. You belong to a much bigger tribe. The happily ignorant. The actively uncouth. Glorifying drug use, calling other wrestlers "faggots"...you have never done a constructive thing in your entire life, and you encourage others to hold you up as a model.
Sabian: All right, you got me on some of that. But it's not my job to be "constructive". My job is to de-construct, to take stuck-up assholes like you, down a peg. Now, does your ass have a match yet, or no?
Rocca: As a matter of fact, I was about to go challenge Mr. Hashimoto--
Sabian: Fuck Hash-boy. You ain't insulting me and looking past me like that. Either you're letting me kick your ass in the ring, or I'ma have to do it here.
Rocca: (smiling) Fine. Let's make it official.
(Rocca and Sabian walk over to Batista's office, which is conveniently next door. Batista is busy signing off on matches.)
Batista: You and Linda want a Texas strap match...fantastic. *stamp* I can't imagine why you'd want to be in a Strap Match with a dominatrix, but go for it.
Jacqueline: Honey, even a dominatrix can't beat me in ass-whipping.
Batista: Lovely. Too Cool and 3 Count want a TLC Match...REALLY?
Hurricane: You're free to reject it.
Shannon: No way! We want this match, we're going to kick their ass! It's going to be awesome! You won the tag titles in a TLC match, remember?
Hurricane: I didn't even participate! Kane did all the work.
Batista: Can I stamp this or what?
Hurricane: Um...
Shannon: Yeah! Come on!
Batista: Great. *stamp* Rocca, Sabian, what do you two want?
Rocca: Well, this guy challenged me to a match--
Batista: I figured. Stipulation?
(Sabian and Rocca look at each other.)
Sabian: Um, we don't have one of those--
Batista: You two both do flippy shit, right?
Rocca: I prefer not to call it--
Sabian: Hellz yeah!
Batista: Great. You two will be starring in our Flippy Shit Match. You can only win the match with a move where both feet leave the ground. Deal?
Sabian: Sure.
Rocca: Fine. Only thing is, I had wanted a match with Shinya Hash--
Batista: --is already booked against Giant Baba in a meeting of the Japanese superstars. Have a fantastic day and get out of my office.