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(FADEIN to Scotty Michaels inside of Taco Bell. He is standing next to HEEL, drinking a Diet Pepsi. Scotty sets the soda down and places his order, and begins to speak...)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: After a week in exile, the champ has finally returned to the airwaves of the WFW. Over the course of the past week, I've been on a continent-wide publicity tour, trying to support North America... the continent which I represent. I figure, why not cut an interview inside one of America's greatest Mexican establishments... thus, I'm in Taco Bell. Dammit, you gotta love this place... though the toilet won't be loving you the week after you show up here.
(Scotty gets his order and goes to sit down. HEEL stands over him, emotionless...)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: HEEL, man... take a breather, my feud with Manson is over. I proved to everybody that I can take the North American title from Manson... IN HIS MATCH! (Scotty breaks into laughter...) Luster, I don't have a clue what he was doing at ringside... maybe he was just caught up in some history taking place, like me pinning Manson for the North American championship. Perhaps, he just wanted to make a new buddy. Or even better yet, maybe he realizes that P-Nut needs protection, from a man like HEEL. Well whatever the case, the fact of the matter is that I'm the man who is the North American champion... I am the man who makes the people watch.
(Michaels pounds down his cheesy gordita crunch, looks around his tray, confused... as if something is missing...)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: These damn people at Taco Bell always F**K up my order. It's ridiculous! And why are there Asians working here, and not Mexicans? This place isn't what North America is all about..
(Scotty picks up his tray and slams it against the window..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: I'm outta this place. Let's find a place around here to see what those Canucks have to offer...
(FADEOUT, as HEEL and Michaels head toward the door. On the way out, HEEL lifts one of the workers up by his throat and slams him down on the table...)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: After a week in exile, the champ has finally returned to the airwaves of the WFW. Over the course of the past week, I've been on a continent-wide publicity tour, trying to support North America... the continent which I represent. I figure, why not cut an interview inside one of America's greatest Mexican establishments... thus, I'm in Taco Bell. Dammit, you gotta love this place... though the toilet won't be loving you the week after you show up here.
(Scotty gets his order and goes to sit down. HEEL stands over him, emotionless...)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: HEEL, man... take a breather, my feud with Manson is over. I proved to everybody that I can take the North American title from Manson... IN HIS MATCH! (Scotty breaks into laughter...) Luster, I don't have a clue what he was doing at ringside... maybe he was just caught up in some history taking place, like me pinning Manson for the North American championship. Perhaps, he just wanted to make a new buddy. Or even better yet, maybe he realizes that P-Nut needs protection, from a man like HEEL. Well whatever the case, the fact of the matter is that I'm the man who is the North American champion... I am the man who makes the people watch.
(Michaels pounds down his cheesy gordita crunch, looks around his tray, confused... as if something is missing...)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: These damn people at Taco Bell always F**K up my order. It's ridiculous! And why are there Asians working here, and not Mexicans? This place isn't what North America is all about..
(Scotty picks up his tray and slams it against the window..)
SCOTTY MICHAELS: I'm outta this place. Let's find a place around here to see what those Canucks have to offer...
(FADEOUT, as HEEL and Michaels head toward the door. On the way out, HEEL lifts one of the workers up by his throat and slams him down on the table...)