Post by newbs on May 1, 2008 15:19:18 GMT -5
(The roar of plane engines are heard. The Tijuana airport is where we are, masses of people looking to get to their next destination or just trying to get out of Mexico all together. The terminal to left sees a mass surge of what seem to be college students ready to start their summer break with excessive amounts of boozing, sex and drugs. One man heads in the opposite direction from those that he got of the plane with. Our curiosity leads us in this man’s direction, for even though he seemed he would be with the group he got off with, he goes nowhere in their direction. By this man’s gait we come to the realization that this is none other than Platinum Playa, just now making his arrival for Dios De Los Muertos this Sunday. He stops, as if he knows someone is following him, and turns around. As he sees the camera, he gives a head nod and motions for them to follow him. It is what the people want after all.)
“Senor!! Senor!!!”
(A man is screaming from behind at Platinum Playa for God knows what. The camera turns to see who this person is but catch nothing but a blur as the man speeds up to the Icy One, tapping him on the shoulder.)
Man: Senor! Esperate!!
Playa: Look, I’m pretty beat right now and am really not in the mood for any antics. I got things I need to take care here in the next three days. If you want a picture, let’s get this done with quick.
(The man catches his breath for a moment before going on in his very deep accent.)
Man: No amigo. I am in no need of picture or how do you say in your language....
(Juan pulls out pen and paper and begins scribbling his name.)
Playa: Autograph?
Juan: Si! No tengo nada. CPW hired me to get you around the city and to the hotel and arena for the show on Sunday. I here for you senor. Vamanos!!!
(With that Juan takes Platinum Playa’s bags and starts to hurry out of the airport. Platinum Playa doesn’t seem to happy with this and quickly makes his way behind Juan. It wouldn’t surprise him if this guy was just trying to get over on him and how pissed he would be if he lost his belongings on the first day here. Juan didn’t seem like one that CPW would hire. He was rather dressed down, just a wife beater, jeans and worn tennis shoes. But then again, it was quite warm despite the time of night it was. They exit the airport and awaiting them is a black Escalade, still running. Why a vehicle like this is still running and nobody in it is beyond Platinum Playa. Juan tosses the bags in the vehicle and opens the door for Platinum Playa. He hops in and Juan drives off.)
Playa: So explain to me why you left an Escalade running with nobody in it? Especially here?
Juan: Well that is why I hurried for you senor.
Playa: Hmm, so you’re here to show me around right?
Juan: Si....
Playa: Ok, well before we head to my hotel how about you show me something interesting real quick.
Juan: OK amigo, I take you somewhere we all like in Tijuana.
Playa: Cool man.
(A few turns here and a few detours there through traffic and we get into a downtown like setting. What seems to be a sort of drug deal is going on alongside the road. Scantily clad women walk around the area, some hopping into random people’s cars.)
Playa: So where we be at homie.
Juan: This is Zona Norte, amigo. Drugs, women and bars.
Playa: So what, this is like legal prostitution over here. Sort of like the Red Light District in Amsterdam?
Juan: Si senor, but cuidado, muchos hijos aqui.
Playa: What the hell are hijos?
Juan: Children, amigo. All over the streets. Like 14 anos.
Playa: Hold on, you mean to tell me there are 14 year olds out here prostituting themselves. What the hell?
Juan: Si, pero is no good. We don’t like here and cops try to stop them.
Playa: 14 years old.....
(Platinum Playa looks into the camera with a smile)
Playa: Should I? I know it really isn’t all that inventive, but I cant help myself.
(He turns back to looking out into the streets.)
Playa: Any chance Tempest or Damian Alptraum are out there?
Juan: Que?
Playa: Never mind, just get me out of this area. I don’t really like the vibe. I’ll know soon enough if they were here. A cough here and there from those two will give me an idea or two what they were up to during their stay here.
(Platinum Playa laughs at his horribly thought out joke as Juan speeds from the area. They reach the hotel, which for some odd reason is just 10 minutes from the drugs and prostitutes they just encountered. He gets out of the car as Juan gets him his bags.)
Playa: You are a good man Juan. I wont bug you too much, the next you hear from me will probably be the day of the event. Until then take care of yourself man.
(He gives Juan some money and Juan seems like he has seen Christmas before his eyes.)
Juan: Muchos gracias! Oh, and one more thing. You go back to Zona Norte, stay away from paraditas.
Playa: What the hell is that?
Juan: Oh, they are the prostitutes that don’t work in the brothels amigo. They infested with diseases man. No bueno.
Playa: Don’t worry homie, I got no intentions of going there, especially knowing the fact 14 year olds hang out there. I don’t want to run into Tempest or Damian out there trying to earn an extra few bucks.
(Juan speeds off and Platinum Playa checks into his room. He takes a seat and looks out over the city. Its quiet at the moment but something tells him it is going to get pretty rowdy later on. He speaks as he continues to glare out the window.)
Playa: I don’t know about anyone else, but I only see a three way race for the Air Raid Championship come Sunday. Why is that so, you might wonder?
(He faces the camera and explains his reasoning for those that may have been missing out on the vast promos from before this night.)
Playa: The only people focused on this match right now is Murdock, myself and Iron Head. Starr, he’s busy pulling race cards out to everyone, giving us the down low on slavery and all this other crap we don’t give a damn about. That, and he seems to be too worried about Anderson instead of his match Sunday. I have no clue who the hell Ty Evans is or if that is even a real person. And lastly, Damian and Tempest will be too worried about protecting themselves from any danger because they got a little more than a friendship going on there, that’s for sure. In all actuality, I would find it quite hilarious if everyone just beat the crap out of Tempest as someone else held Damian down and forced his ass to watch his girl get beat to a bloody pulp. That kind of twisted coming from me, but I wouldn’t mind it at all. You can claim all you want that you would go after her, but you know deep inside you couldn’t do such a thing. You like her too much to do something like that. That is going to be your downfall come Sunday. Tempest, I have no worries about her either, because if she isn’t trying to help you out, she is cowering in a corner to stay out of harm’s way. But don’t think I will stand for that, I got no problem putting her into pain she has never had before. Work as a team all you want, the only question is this, who gets to climb up and grab that title and be the new champ between the two of you? Pretty damn good question if you ask me. You two should just quit now and let the grown ups take care of business. And while your at it, take Starr’s ass with you, Tempest is at that age where slavery will come up in schools and he has everything you need to know about it. And maybe you can find Ty around. You all can go somewhere and have a grand time together speaking of love and slavery. You know, that might make for a good soap opera or some sort of movie. Let me write that down.
(He quickly writes his absurd idea down before getting serious.)
Playa: Now that the fun and games are over, let me get to some real competition for Sunday. Iron Head, I se you are enjoying yourself here in this wonderful country of Mexico. You’ve got quite the resume I see since being in CPW. Making a pretty good name of yourself as well. I would like to thank your applaud for myself with juggling this and school at once. Greatly appreciated, but I’ve heard the same thing each and every time man. The whole being a star in the minor league deal has been worn out so many times on me. I know the deal, I’m debuting from some crap company, and the place I am in now is where the big leaguers are. I know the whole deal man. I know your type homie. I’ve seen them in every company I’ve been in. And I’ve yet to find one to beat me. But maybe you are the one to do so. Maybe you’re the guy that will come through with his word. But until then I am going to take that which you said with a very little grain of salt. It is pretty clear you’ve had a bit too much too drink before going on the air, and that is pretty understandable being in a place like this. So maybe you didn’t really quite get what you were saying. I’ll give you the whole me taking out Black Mojito, that’s a given. But you basically just beating the crap out of me? It is not going to be that easy my friend. It might be in tequila world, but Dios De Los Muertos isn’t taking place in tequila world. I’m sure you can take on anyone in tequila world, but coming back to earth, it’s a totally different scenario. I’ve dealt with your kind before. Its been no different each time I have either. They get the upper hand to start off, but they eventually falter from there oversized ego. My advice for you Iron Head is to bring some extra tequila with you Sunday. I have a feeling you are going to be needing it after the match, and not for celebrating purposes.
(With that, Platinum Playa lays in his bed. His concentration is definitely focused on his match Sunday. One can only wonder what will happen, but from the looks of things, whatever happens, it wont be pretty for either competitor, won or lose.)
“Senor!! Senor!!!”
(A man is screaming from behind at Platinum Playa for God knows what. The camera turns to see who this person is but catch nothing but a blur as the man speeds up to the Icy One, tapping him on the shoulder.)
Man: Senor! Esperate!!
Playa: Look, I’m pretty beat right now and am really not in the mood for any antics. I got things I need to take care here in the next three days. If you want a picture, let’s get this done with quick.
(The man catches his breath for a moment before going on in his very deep accent.)
Man: No amigo. I am in no need of picture or how do you say in your language....
(Juan pulls out pen and paper and begins scribbling his name.)
Playa: Autograph?
Juan: Si! No tengo nada. CPW hired me to get you around the city and to the hotel and arena for the show on Sunday. I here for you senor. Vamanos!!!
(With that Juan takes Platinum Playa’s bags and starts to hurry out of the airport. Platinum Playa doesn’t seem to happy with this and quickly makes his way behind Juan. It wouldn’t surprise him if this guy was just trying to get over on him and how pissed he would be if he lost his belongings on the first day here. Juan didn’t seem like one that CPW would hire. He was rather dressed down, just a wife beater, jeans and worn tennis shoes. But then again, it was quite warm despite the time of night it was. They exit the airport and awaiting them is a black Escalade, still running. Why a vehicle like this is still running and nobody in it is beyond Platinum Playa. Juan tosses the bags in the vehicle and opens the door for Platinum Playa. He hops in and Juan drives off.)
Playa: So explain to me why you left an Escalade running with nobody in it? Especially here?
Juan: Well that is why I hurried for you senor.
Playa: Hmm, so you’re here to show me around right?
Juan: Si....
Playa: Ok, well before we head to my hotel how about you show me something interesting real quick.
Juan: OK amigo, I take you somewhere we all like in Tijuana.
Playa: Cool man.
(A few turns here and a few detours there through traffic and we get into a downtown like setting. What seems to be a sort of drug deal is going on alongside the road. Scantily clad women walk around the area, some hopping into random people’s cars.)
Playa: So where we be at homie.
Juan: This is Zona Norte, amigo. Drugs, women and bars.
Playa: So what, this is like legal prostitution over here. Sort of like the Red Light District in Amsterdam?
Juan: Si senor, but cuidado, muchos hijos aqui.
Playa: What the hell are hijos?
Juan: Children, amigo. All over the streets. Like 14 anos.
Playa: Hold on, you mean to tell me there are 14 year olds out here prostituting themselves. What the hell?
Juan: Si, pero is no good. We don’t like here and cops try to stop them.
Playa: 14 years old.....
(Platinum Playa looks into the camera with a smile)
Playa: Should I? I know it really isn’t all that inventive, but I cant help myself.
(He turns back to looking out into the streets.)
Playa: Any chance Tempest or Damian Alptraum are out there?
Juan: Que?
Playa: Never mind, just get me out of this area. I don’t really like the vibe. I’ll know soon enough if they were here. A cough here and there from those two will give me an idea or two what they were up to during their stay here.
(Platinum Playa laughs at his horribly thought out joke as Juan speeds from the area. They reach the hotel, which for some odd reason is just 10 minutes from the drugs and prostitutes they just encountered. He gets out of the car as Juan gets him his bags.)
Playa: You are a good man Juan. I wont bug you too much, the next you hear from me will probably be the day of the event. Until then take care of yourself man.
(He gives Juan some money and Juan seems like he has seen Christmas before his eyes.)
Juan: Muchos gracias! Oh, and one more thing. You go back to Zona Norte, stay away from paraditas.
Playa: What the hell is that?
Juan: Oh, they are the prostitutes that don’t work in the brothels amigo. They infested with diseases man. No bueno.
Playa: Don’t worry homie, I got no intentions of going there, especially knowing the fact 14 year olds hang out there. I don’t want to run into Tempest or Damian out there trying to earn an extra few bucks.
(Juan speeds off and Platinum Playa checks into his room. He takes a seat and looks out over the city. Its quiet at the moment but something tells him it is going to get pretty rowdy later on. He speaks as he continues to glare out the window.)
Playa: I don’t know about anyone else, but I only see a three way race for the Air Raid Championship come Sunday. Why is that so, you might wonder?
(He faces the camera and explains his reasoning for those that may have been missing out on the vast promos from before this night.)
Playa: The only people focused on this match right now is Murdock, myself and Iron Head. Starr, he’s busy pulling race cards out to everyone, giving us the down low on slavery and all this other crap we don’t give a damn about. That, and he seems to be too worried about Anderson instead of his match Sunday. I have no clue who the hell Ty Evans is or if that is even a real person. And lastly, Damian and Tempest will be too worried about protecting themselves from any danger because they got a little more than a friendship going on there, that’s for sure. In all actuality, I would find it quite hilarious if everyone just beat the crap out of Tempest as someone else held Damian down and forced his ass to watch his girl get beat to a bloody pulp. That kind of twisted coming from me, but I wouldn’t mind it at all. You can claim all you want that you would go after her, but you know deep inside you couldn’t do such a thing. You like her too much to do something like that. That is going to be your downfall come Sunday. Tempest, I have no worries about her either, because if she isn’t trying to help you out, she is cowering in a corner to stay out of harm’s way. But don’t think I will stand for that, I got no problem putting her into pain she has never had before. Work as a team all you want, the only question is this, who gets to climb up and grab that title and be the new champ between the two of you? Pretty damn good question if you ask me. You two should just quit now and let the grown ups take care of business. And while your at it, take Starr’s ass with you, Tempest is at that age where slavery will come up in schools and he has everything you need to know about it. And maybe you can find Ty around. You all can go somewhere and have a grand time together speaking of love and slavery. You know, that might make for a good soap opera or some sort of movie. Let me write that down.
(He quickly writes his absurd idea down before getting serious.)
Playa: Now that the fun and games are over, let me get to some real competition for Sunday. Iron Head, I se you are enjoying yourself here in this wonderful country of Mexico. You’ve got quite the resume I see since being in CPW. Making a pretty good name of yourself as well. I would like to thank your applaud for myself with juggling this and school at once. Greatly appreciated, but I’ve heard the same thing each and every time man. The whole being a star in the minor league deal has been worn out so many times on me. I know the deal, I’m debuting from some crap company, and the place I am in now is where the big leaguers are. I know the whole deal man. I know your type homie. I’ve seen them in every company I’ve been in. And I’ve yet to find one to beat me. But maybe you are the one to do so. Maybe you’re the guy that will come through with his word. But until then I am going to take that which you said with a very little grain of salt. It is pretty clear you’ve had a bit too much too drink before going on the air, and that is pretty understandable being in a place like this. So maybe you didn’t really quite get what you were saying. I’ll give you the whole me taking out Black Mojito, that’s a given. But you basically just beating the crap out of me? It is not going to be that easy my friend. It might be in tequila world, but Dios De Los Muertos isn’t taking place in tequila world. I’m sure you can take on anyone in tequila world, but coming back to earth, it’s a totally different scenario. I’ve dealt with your kind before. Its been no different each time I have either. They get the upper hand to start off, but they eventually falter from there oversized ego. My advice for you Iron Head is to bring some extra tequila with you Sunday. I have a feeling you are going to be needing it after the match, and not for celebrating purposes.
(With that, Platinum Playa lays in his bed. His concentration is definitely focused on his match Sunday. One can only wonder what will happen, but from the looks of things, whatever happens, it wont be pretty for either competitor, won or lose.)
