Post by "Hollywood" Hulk Hogan on Apr 27, 2006 19:59:49 GMT -5
The scene opens and it appears to be in some sort of sports bar. Throughout the bar people are sitting all around drinking and watching games of all kinds. Everyone seems to be having fun and as the door opens everyone suddenly looks to wards the door. In walks Carlito Caribbean "COOL". He is dressed in a nice flowered button up shirt and some khaki pants. As Carlito steps inside some of the men and women in the bar give him nasty looks. Carlito just sort of blows them off and sits down on a stool in front of the main bar. He greets the man next to him and the bar tender walks over in front of him.
Bar Tender: May I help you?
Carlito: Ummm sure. I'd like a gray goose martini on the rocks.
Bar Tender: Well let me tell you something kid.....we don't serve your kind here. We don't take too kindly to people like you.
Carlito: Listen here! I don't give a damn what you think. I'm a paying customer just like all these people and dammit, Carlito wants what he ordered.
The man looks disgusted at Carlito and he reaches down for something. He pulls out a tiny glass and begins making what Carlito ordered. He gets done with it and spits into it. He slides it in front of Carlito and he just looks down at it. Carlito smiles at the man and suddenly grabs snatches up the glass. He slings the drink all over the man and breaks the glass over his head. Carlito quickly jumps over the bar and begins pounding away at the man. Many of the men try to stop Carlito but he fights them off. Finally Carlito shoves everyone back and yells at them to back off. Everyone quickly scurries out of the bar and Carlito it sitting on top of the main bar. He has an evil smirk across his face and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a shiny green apple and begins to toss it slightly into the air as he begins to speak
Carlito: Ya know, it is every day that Carlito has to go through things like this, and you know what? I'm sick and damn tired of it. I'm Carlito Caribbean "COOL" dammit, and I don't deserve to be treated this way. Unlike all of you people, I'm from the Caribbean. I love my home and would never take that back. The Caribbean is a great place that Carlito loves, but just because I'm from there people look down on me. They look at me like I'm some sort of freak. I'm "COOL" and being foreign is something I'm proud of. I'm sick of these damn Americans looking at me all different ways. And to think that it is only because of my skin color, and because of where I'm from. I'm sick of this and this Saturday I team up with someone new here in the SNME. Christopher PhoeniX. Just like me, he is a foreigner. He is from the great England, and together we are the World Tag Team Champions. Together we will rule the tag team division and become unstoppable.
Suddenly a hand from behind the bar raises up and the bar tender comes into view. His head rests on the bar and Carlito turns around. He smirks at the man and shoves him back down to the floor we he lands with a thud. As the man wiggles around the sound of broken glass can be heard. Carlito shrugs his shoulders and turns back around facing the camera.
Carlito: It is fat men like him who Carlito cannot stand. If I were an American I'd be embarrassed to even claim him as an American, but I know tow people who would claim him. Hulk Hogan and Kurt Angle, the "Real" Americans. This Saturday at Saturday Night's Main Event, myself and PhoeniX go head to head with these two men. Two men who claim to be American heroes. This Saturday I'm going to prove these men to be nothings. They're not "Real" American heroes. These men have done nothing yet the people of America look up to them. I see nothing in these two morons. There are no better men here in the SNME than myself and Christopher PhoeniX, so Hogan Kurt, you two better watch your damn back because this Saturday, Carlito and PhoeniX are invading your home country.
The man suddenly pops up from behind the bar and yells U-S-A as he throws his arms into the air. Carlito looks at him as if he has lost his mind. Carlito turns back around, takes a bite from the apple and spits it right in the man's face. The man falls to the ground and bottles and glasses break. Carlito hops down from the bar and pulls out a dollar from his pocket. He begins to walk out from the bar and tosses the dollar onto the counter. As the door swings shut the scene suddenly fades away.
Bar Tender: May I help you?
Carlito: Ummm sure. I'd like a gray goose martini on the rocks.
Bar Tender: Well let me tell you something kid.....we don't serve your kind here. We don't take too kindly to people like you.
Carlito: Listen here! I don't give a damn what you think. I'm a paying customer just like all these people and dammit, Carlito wants what he ordered.
The man looks disgusted at Carlito and he reaches down for something. He pulls out a tiny glass and begins making what Carlito ordered. He gets done with it and spits into it. He slides it in front of Carlito and he just looks down at it. Carlito smiles at the man and suddenly grabs snatches up the glass. He slings the drink all over the man and breaks the glass over his head. Carlito quickly jumps over the bar and begins pounding away at the man. Many of the men try to stop Carlito but he fights them off. Finally Carlito shoves everyone back and yells at them to back off. Everyone quickly scurries out of the bar and Carlito it sitting on top of the main bar. He has an evil smirk across his face and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a shiny green apple and begins to toss it slightly into the air as he begins to speak
Carlito: Ya know, it is every day that Carlito has to go through things like this, and you know what? I'm sick and damn tired of it. I'm Carlito Caribbean "COOL" dammit, and I don't deserve to be treated this way. Unlike all of you people, I'm from the Caribbean. I love my home and would never take that back. The Caribbean is a great place that Carlito loves, but just because I'm from there people look down on me. They look at me like I'm some sort of freak. I'm "COOL" and being foreign is something I'm proud of. I'm sick of these damn Americans looking at me all different ways. And to think that it is only because of my skin color, and because of where I'm from. I'm sick of this and this Saturday I team up with someone new here in the SNME. Christopher PhoeniX. Just like me, he is a foreigner. He is from the great England, and together we are the World Tag Team Champions. Together we will rule the tag team division and become unstoppable.
Suddenly a hand from behind the bar raises up and the bar tender comes into view. His head rests on the bar and Carlito turns around. He smirks at the man and shoves him back down to the floor we he lands with a thud. As the man wiggles around the sound of broken glass can be heard. Carlito shrugs his shoulders and turns back around facing the camera.
Carlito: It is fat men like him who Carlito cannot stand. If I were an American I'd be embarrassed to even claim him as an American, but I know tow people who would claim him. Hulk Hogan and Kurt Angle, the "Real" Americans. This Saturday at Saturday Night's Main Event, myself and PhoeniX go head to head with these two men. Two men who claim to be American heroes. This Saturday I'm going to prove these men to be nothings. They're not "Real" American heroes. These men have done nothing yet the people of America look up to them. I see nothing in these two morons. There are no better men here in the SNME than myself and Christopher PhoeniX, so Hogan Kurt, you two better watch your damn back because this Saturday, Carlito and PhoeniX are invading your home country.
The man suddenly pops up from behind the bar and yells U-S-A as he throws his arms into the air. Carlito looks at him as if he has lost his mind. Carlito turns back around, takes a bite from the apple and spits it right in the man's face. The man falls to the ground and bottles and glasses break. Carlito hops down from the bar and pulls out a dollar from his pocket. He begins to walk out from the bar and tosses the dollar onto the counter. As the door swings shut the scene suddenly fades away.