Post by Nacho Grande on Jun 27, 2012 21:08:29 GMT -5
The scene opens with Nacho Grande in a black suit sitting down at a candle-lit table. Using a quill, he appears to be composing some pieces to describe the darkened night that surrounds him. He becomes frustrated when he runs out of ink.
Nacho Grande- T'would be nice if I could stop running out of ink. I have so many ideas for the future of the AWA Invasion! Maybe next week, we could... Attack a bunch of people four-on-one, but do it in a braver manner! For example, give him a weapon at first! Yes, then maybe people would respect it more. How threatening of a weapon, hmmm, let's see... Well, I do have my little girl's alligator pool. That might be considered threatening, because it has a scary face! Ooooooh! The plastic inflatable alligator's gonna eat you, better attack to save ourselves!
Nacho slams his pen down, clearly mocking the spirit of the AWA invasion.
Nacho Grande- Maybe it would serve us best to acquire invaders who are already here! Set those already employed by Pure Class Wrestling in an internal invasion! Like that Areas fellow; he seems pathetic and useless enough to join our cause! All the guy does is eat nachos anyway; he'd be a perfect counterpart to that wretched Nacho Grande, who keeps usurping our authority with his talent and dashing good looks! Even in a mask, he looks better than any of us!
Nacho continues searching through the desk for another ink jar.
Nacho Grande- Forsooth, maybe that damned Nacho Grande stole my ink when he found out I was composing a piece that would make the Marquis de Sade blush! I don't even know who that is, but I'm trying to sound intelligent and use a comparable name. He was in a movie about a guy who wrote with pen feathers, right? Makes total sense if I use it in contrast without giving any idea of my comprehension of the material! That's what AWA is about, after all... Spouting a bunch of meaningless nonsense, a major superiority complex, but lacking the intellectual fortitude to compete with the grown-ups. Now that's a platform AWA can believe in!
Nacho pulls out a drawer, and finds something he did not expect... A bottle of Pinot Grigio.
Nacho Grande- Have I at last found our vice? The thing that inhibits our performance but eases the pain when we can't compete with PCW? Ah yes, something for which I once bragged, using my ability to be completely stupid and logically irreverent at the same time! My alcohol intake doesn't seem so funny now; it's merely a solace against all the hated eyes staring at us. What, all we did was invade your company, take out your wrestlers, balk at an actual fight, walk away like a bunch of pussies, and then continue to talk shit. What on earth is wrong with that?
Nacho finally finds a bottle of ink.
Nacho Grande- Alas, my own luck and convenient timing has made me appear a genius yet again! The souls of LoKi and Areas must be bowing and trembling in fear at the versimilitude of our greatness, and once again, I don't even know what that means! Big words are just intimidating, aren't they? The AWA will take the Class and shove it up PCW's ASS! That rhymed! We're so awesome. Now let's find a way to attack people... FIVE ON ONE! GEEEEEEEEENIUS!
The scene closes as Nacho continues writing fanatically.
Nacho Grande- T'would be nice if I could stop running out of ink. I have so many ideas for the future of the AWA Invasion! Maybe next week, we could... Attack a bunch of people four-on-one, but do it in a braver manner! For example, give him a weapon at first! Yes, then maybe people would respect it more. How threatening of a weapon, hmmm, let's see... Well, I do have my little girl's alligator pool. That might be considered threatening, because it has a scary face! Ooooooh! The plastic inflatable alligator's gonna eat you, better attack to save ourselves!
Nacho slams his pen down, clearly mocking the spirit of the AWA invasion.
Nacho Grande- Maybe it would serve us best to acquire invaders who are already here! Set those already employed by Pure Class Wrestling in an internal invasion! Like that Areas fellow; he seems pathetic and useless enough to join our cause! All the guy does is eat nachos anyway; he'd be a perfect counterpart to that wretched Nacho Grande, who keeps usurping our authority with his talent and dashing good looks! Even in a mask, he looks better than any of us!
Nacho continues searching through the desk for another ink jar.
Nacho Grande- Forsooth, maybe that damned Nacho Grande stole my ink when he found out I was composing a piece that would make the Marquis de Sade blush! I don't even know who that is, but I'm trying to sound intelligent and use a comparable name. He was in a movie about a guy who wrote with pen feathers, right? Makes total sense if I use it in contrast without giving any idea of my comprehension of the material! That's what AWA is about, after all... Spouting a bunch of meaningless nonsense, a major superiority complex, but lacking the intellectual fortitude to compete with the grown-ups. Now that's a platform AWA can believe in!
Nacho pulls out a drawer, and finds something he did not expect... A bottle of Pinot Grigio.
Nacho Grande- Have I at last found our vice? The thing that inhibits our performance but eases the pain when we can't compete with PCW? Ah yes, something for which I once bragged, using my ability to be completely stupid and logically irreverent at the same time! My alcohol intake doesn't seem so funny now; it's merely a solace against all the hated eyes staring at us. What, all we did was invade your company, take out your wrestlers, balk at an actual fight, walk away like a bunch of pussies, and then continue to talk shit. What on earth is wrong with that?
Nacho finally finds a bottle of ink.
Nacho Grande- Alas, my own luck and convenient timing has made me appear a genius yet again! The souls of LoKi and Areas must be bowing and trembling in fear at the versimilitude of our greatness, and once again, I don't even know what that means! Big words are just intimidating, aren't they? The AWA will take the Class and shove it up PCW's ASS! That rhymed! We're so awesome. Now let's find a way to attack people... FIVE ON ONE! GEEEEEEEEENIUS!
The scene closes as Nacho continues writing fanatically.
