[OOC: No Stefs were harmed during the making of this RP, and I was sober, as well! :)]

 

 

The scene opens up at a chic little Mexican restaurant. It is very loud, as you can imagine, people are dancing on a little empty space between the tables, hats are flying through the air, and the Mexican waiters run around trying to serve all of their customers with as much Corona and Sol as they can.

In the middle of all this brimborium we can see the ‘Duo Infernale’, the first couple of the HWA, Esteban and Cecilia, sitting in front of their plates of enchiladas, fajitas, burritos, tacos, and everything else you can get at a Mexican place. They seem to be already a bit more than just tipsy as they sing to the music. Esteban calls over the waiter and whispers something into his ear.

Esteban turns back to Cecilia and grabs her hand, gently moving up her arm with his fingers. He whispers something into her ear as well as we see a slight smile come across her face. Suddenly the waiter comes back with a couple of slices of lemon, salt, and of course six tequila shots, Jose Cuervo brand. Esteban tells the waiter to sit down and we can see the trio put on the entire procedure for drinking tequila, the lemon slice, the salt on the back of the hands, etcetera.

The trio is laughing and smiling as they drink their two shots (I’m talking Mexican shots here!) each and the waiter slowly stands up, grabs a hold of Esteban’s shoulder, slightly moves back and forth and then turns away to continue with his work. Both Esteban and Cecilia feel the effects of these two last shots already, as they seem to have had a couple more before that.

Esteban holds up one finger, points towards the camera and does a terrible People’s Eyebrow impression. Cecilia falls of the chair, laughing, and Esteban’s face turns into a big smile.

Esteban: Well, Ladies and Gennellemennn, let me ask you one thing.

What the fuck am I doing here?!?!

Isn’t it great, I’m gonna have to drink tequila shots this Sunday, and I’m here fighting Wild Thang in the cage! C’mon, isn’t that just wrong?

Oh wait, no, the other way round.

Anyway, it just feels so right and it’s so wrong, as Chambers would put it.

What I am trying to say is… I love Jose! Jose Cuervo is my MAN! He’s my GOD! HWA fans, let Jose Cuervo lead us to greatness and into nirvana! What? Anyhow, my brother Moby, Loby, Lolo, whatever, he put it the way he put it. I mean, he said something about sucking D-Man’s ass and spliffing the world in two or so. He’s right! He’s absolutely right! I agree! I agree!

Ladies and Ladies, I am your contender numero uno, the funniest, I mean finest, contender of the HWA, and tonight I’m gonna smoke Wild Man’s ass, I mean tomorrow, Sunday, the day after Saturday, I think, I’m gonna break his kick and ass his bones!

I’m gonna show you your place, oh Mild Thang, the win is mine, the loss is yours, just like the last ten times we fought, just like the next ten times we’re gonna fight, {screaming} ALWAYS!

Next week, tomorrow, Foot Camp, tu y yo, in the steel cage, you are gonna be shaking, my friend, you are gonna be shaking. {quickly shakes his head from left to right a couple of times, doing as if he was shivering} I see you, baby, shaking that ass, yeah, shaking that ass!

Wild Wild Boy, in the immortal words of Eric Cartman… how would you like to SUCK MY BALLS! You know that I am the better man, I’ve always been the better wrestler, and there’s nothing you can do about it, absolutely NADA in fact. The only thing you can do a lot better than me is sticking that stupid tongue out of your mouth and do the {another WT impression, or maybe more of a Pat impression} WHHHHAAAHHHHAAAHHHHAAAAZZZZZZUUUUUUPPPPPPAAAAA!!!

{moving his hands over the table, knocking around plates and glasses} Where’s the chilli sauce?

Born To Be Wild you say? I say you were BORN TO GET YOUR ASS KICKED by the Latin Lover on a beautiful Sunday night in a Steel Cage with the World Title on the line and the zillions of people screaming for me to hit the Salto Angel from the top of the cage! That’s why you were born! Ever since your momma, your daughter, your aunt, or whatever it was, DIED, you were looking forward to the day SOMEBODY would lock your wild ass into a wild cage and beat the living crap out of you!

Well, guess what! That day will neve…. I mean, THAT DAY IS SUNDAY, OCTOBER FIRST OF THE YEAR 2000! Meaning… THIS Sunday, I think.

Anyhow, I think I have to puke soon.

{screaming}Cilia, where are you?

The camera pans around the room and finds Cecilia dancing on the bar with another girl who seems to be just as drunk as Cilia. The other girl slips and falls off the bar. She hits a perfect sidekick to one of the Mexican guys standing around them and takes another guy’s head off with a clothesline, accidentally, of course. Esteban gets up, trips and falls over, and starts crawling towards the bar. The barkeeper laughs his ass off as Esteban tries to pull himself up at the bar. He grabs Cilia’s leg and she comes crashing down on him, knocking them both out. The camera fades away with both Cilia, Esteban, two Mexican guys and a Mexican girl, all lying in front of the bar, passed out, knocked out, sleeping, or whatever you want to call it.