Post by Malo on Mar 6, 2017 1:26:24 GMT
The scene opens with Malo standing in front of of a small table, his faithful so long as the checks keep clearing, cameraman at his side and ready to roll film; well, digital … you get the idea.
“Juan,”
“John …”
“¡Si! Is the camera rollings?”
“Is the red light on?”
“Rojo … lights?”
“It’s rolling – and if there is a God up there, he’ll give me a stroke right now …”
“Juan, Malo is telling you before – I is the one having the strokes!”
“Oh god, he discovered puns”
“The strokes of genius!”
“Now, Juan …”
“John”
“… it has come to the attention of Malo that there was the miscommunications between Señorita Howlett y the peoples who was supposed to has been in the ring with Malo and his amigo, Zasshu.”
“Guy,” John chimes in, “there was … the match was against, Zasshu”
Malo nods his head as though this is nothing new for him. “Si, this is what Malo is saying, Juan – stay with the programs. So because of this gran mixup, it is looking like Señorita Howelett is getting her wishes and instead of just the uno tagging teams, she is delivering dos teams for Malo y Zasshu to face.
Malo,” he chuckles, patting himself on the chest, “he is seeing this match and he is thinking to himself that these other two teams are pretty tough competitions.
Los Lost Chicos?” Malo questions with a shake of his head as he exhales. “They is coming from the lands down underwear. Malo is hearing that they is training against the real live kangaroos, too!”
Now a statement like this from, nearly, anyone else would be seen as an insulting stereotype, but Malo, in all of his innocence, truly believes this to be fact – therefore it is.
“You two chicos, you has not had the best of luck lately in the ring. To Malo, it is looking like you always put up the muy valiant efforts but just can not get the trigger to pull when the pushing turns into shoving.
Now, Malo, he is not going to sit here and tell you that things will be getting easier – because they won’t. Tagging in the teams is one of the hardest parts of this business, but numero uno on the list of the things that Malo loves most of all.
I is cutting mi teeth in the singles competition when I is starting out. It was not very long before Malo is winning his first title …
El Grandé Malo: Hype Champón!
Malo, he is holding onto this belt and he is taking on any of the peoples that is wanting their shot. It was the time of Malo’s life; but that all is changing as I is discovering the world of cooperation wrestling!
Malo, is is eventually losing his singles title after four months of the hard earned victories, but this is not the end of his championship runnings – because, Malo, he is surprising the world of Bally’s Casino Ballroom as the surprise entrant to a tag teaming competition that saw Malo y his partner, Señor Zach Rizza winning the gold.
But then the company is shutting down and Malo is out of the jobs” he says with a shrug and a pout.
“But then,” he continues, finger pointed at the air, “Malo is taking the flight out to California, to Hollywood and he is joining the new company there. He is joining his muy bestest friend Pedro Gonzalez and he is,” he winks, “you is guessing it, winning tag teaming championship gold!
But then the company is shutting down and Malo is not taking the offers of getting transferred” he adds again with another shrug. “Malo, he is, instead, dedicating himself to his amigo, Zasshu and the quest to break this curse and win the IWF tag teaming championships!”
There’s a short pause while Malo stands there, chest out, looking proud.
“I’m not a hundred percent here,” John’s voice piques from behind the camera, “but I don’t think there are tag team titles in Imperial.”
Malo cocks his head to the side, a small grin on his face. “Yet, amigo … yet!
You see, Malo y Zasshu, we has not had the opportunities to prove to the peoples in the suit and ties that there is very much monies to be made in the tag teaming division.”
“If you can manage to not close the company after winning them,” John adds under his breath.
“Uno muy importanté step in this direction will be the victory over two of the biggest competitor teams standing in our ways.
Which is bringing Malo back to you, Lost Chicos. This losing streak of yours, it will have to be ending some time and Malo is hoping that it is ending for you soon –”
“Dude, don’t say that”
“Malo is only telling the Chicos that he hopes they is winning a match soon and breaking out of their slumpings.”
“Right,” John continues, “which makes is sound like you hope they win this week”
“ … “
“In the match AGAINST YOU"
Malo laughs, “No, Juan”
“John”
“Malo is not hoping that they is winning this week, but if Los Lost Chicos are the pair with their arms raised in the air, it will only be because they are being the best on that night!
But, they is having to get through Malo, Zasshu, y the Renegades – and this, amigo, is no small orderings.
Señor Fenell,” he continues before being cut off by John,
“Which one are you talking about? They’re both Fenells”
“Mi amigo, Chris” Malo says, as though this should have been perfectly clear. “Señor Chris,” he adds with an air of snark towards John, “he is someone that Malo is watching all throughout the Competition of Cruiserweights. There is a reason that peoples is calling him the spotlight! His brother, he is as strong as they are coming, and Malo doesn’t think there is anything that Señor Will is afraid of; which Malo is respecting!
The Renegades, they would probably be the numero dos taggging team here in Imperial behind Malo y Zasshu. Los Lost Chicos, they is a muy close third; please do not get Malo started on the Spencer family” he says with a shiver.
“But like Malo is saying,” he looks off in the distance, “at … some point …” he seems to have lost himself somewhere along the way, “Malo, he and his amigo, Zasshu, they will be stopping at nothing to show the peoples all across this company that we has no troubles building a tag teaming division on our shoulders – everyone else is just going to have to be holding on for the rides!”
Malo salutes the camera and turns as John speaks up one more time, “You forgot,” he begins as Malo quickly spins around, fingers splayed and shouting at a clearly startled John,
“Olé!”
“Juan,”
“John …”
“¡Si! Is the camera rollings?”
“Is the red light on?”
“Rojo … lights?”
“It’s rolling – and if there is a God up there, he’ll give me a stroke right now …”
“Juan, Malo is telling you before – I is the one having the strokes!”
“Oh god, he discovered puns”
“The strokes of genius!”
“Now, Juan …”
“John”
“… it has come to the attention of Malo that there was the miscommunications between Señorita Howlett y the peoples who was supposed to has been in the ring with Malo and his amigo, Zasshu.”
“Guy,” John chimes in, “there was … the match was against, Zasshu”
Malo nods his head as though this is nothing new for him. “Si, this is what Malo is saying, Juan – stay with the programs. So because of this gran mixup, it is looking like Señorita Howelett is getting her wishes and instead of just the uno tagging teams, she is delivering dos teams for Malo y Zasshu to face.
Malo,” he chuckles, patting himself on the chest, “he is seeing this match and he is thinking to himself that these other two teams are pretty tough competitions.
Los Lost Chicos?” Malo questions with a shake of his head as he exhales. “They is coming from the lands down underwear. Malo is hearing that they is training against the real live kangaroos, too!”
Now a statement like this from, nearly, anyone else would be seen as an insulting stereotype, but Malo, in all of his innocence, truly believes this to be fact – therefore it is.
“You two chicos, you has not had the best of luck lately in the ring. To Malo, it is looking like you always put up the muy valiant efforts but just can not get the trigger to pull when the pushing turns into shoving.
Now, Malo, he is not going to sit here and tell you that things will be getting easier – because they won’t. Tagging in the teams is one of the hardest parts of this business, but numero uno on the list of the things that Malo loves most of all.
I is cutting mi teeth in the singles competition when I is starting out. It was not very long before Malo is winning his first title …
El Grandé Malo: Hype Champón!
Malo, he is holding onto this belt and he is taking on any of the peoples that is wanting their shot. It was the time of Malo’s life; but that all is changing as I is discovering the world of cooperation wrestling!
Malo, is is eventually losing his singles title after four months of the hard earned victories, but this is not the end of his championship runnings – because, Malo, he is surprising the world of Bally’s Casino Ballroom as the surprise entrant to a tag teaming competition that saw Malo y his partner, Señor Zach Rizza winning the gold.
But then the company is shutting down and Malo is out of the jobs” he says with a shrug and a pout.
“But then,” he continues, finger pointed at the air, “Malo is taking the flight out to California, to Hollywood and he is joining the new company there. He is joining his muy bestest friend Pedro Gonzalez and he is,” he winks, “you is guessing it, winning tag teaming championship gold!
But then the company is shutting down and Malo is not taking the offers of getting transferred” he adds again with another shrug. “Malo, he is, instead, dedicating himself to his amigo, Zasshu and the quest to break this curse and win the IWF tag teaming championships!”
There’s a short pause while Malo stands there, chest out, looking proud.
“I’m not a hundred percent here,” John’s voice piques from behind the camera, “but I don’t think there are tag team titles in Imperial.”
Malo cocks his head to the side, a small grin on his face. “Yet, amigo … yet!
You see, Malo y Zasshu, we has not had the opportunities to prove to the peoples in the suit and ties that there is very much monies to be made in the tag teaming division.”
“If you can manage to not close the company after winning them,” John adds under his breath.
“Uno muy importanté step in this direction will be the victory over two of the biggest competitor teams standing in our ways.
Which is bringing Malo back to you, Lost Chicos. This losing streak of yours, it will have to be ending some time and Malo is hoping that it is ending for you soon –”
“Dude, don’t say that”
“Malo is only telling the Chicos that he hopes they is winning a match soon and breaking out of their slumpings.”
“Right,” John continues, “which makes is sound like you hope they win this week”
“ … “
“In the match AGAINST YOU"
Malo laughs, “No, Juan”
“John”
“Malo is not hoping that they is winning this week, but if Los Lost Chicos are the pair with their arms raised in the air, it will only be because they are being the best on that night!
But, they is having to get through Malo, Zasshu, y the Renegades – and this, amigo, is no small orderings.
Señor Fenell,” he continues before being cut off by John,
“Which one are you talking about? They’re both Fenells”
“Mi amigo, Chris” Malo says, as though this should have been perfectly clear. “Señor Chris,” he adds with an air of snark towards John, “he is someone that Malo is watching all throughout the Competition of Cruiserweights. There is a reason that peoples is calling him the spotlight! His brother, he is as strong as they are coming, and Malo doesn’t think there is anything that Señor Will is afraid of; which Malo is respecting!
The Renegades, they would probably be the numero dos taggging team here in Imperial behind Malo y Zasshu. Los Lost Chicos, they is a muy close third; please do not get Malo started on the Spencer family” he says with a shiver.
“But like Malo is saying,” he looks off in the distance, “at … some point …” he seems to have lost himself somewhere along the way, “Malo, he and his amigo, Zasshu, they will be stopping at nothing to show the peoples all across this company that we has no troubles building a tag teaming division on our shoulders – everyone else is just going to have to be holding on for the rides!”
Malo salutes the camera and turns as John speaks up one more time, “You forgot,” he begins as Malo quickly spins around, fingers splayed and shouting at a clearly startled John,
“Olé!”
Well howdy there pardner.