*Dunno if we're able to roleplay yet or not. Oh well, whatever, I'm bored.*
[Scene]A solitary NFW backdrop behind a monitor that plays round 1 highlights. Currently playing is the savage beating Scott Riktor put on Guy Boudreaux. The video feed is cut to an end when Guy is able to surprise the fans and Riktor alike with a roll up win for the upset victory. A beaten and battered Guy Boudreaux walks in front of the monitor. His body has a clear limp, showing that the road to recovery will indeed be a long one. Clearly not a good sign when round 2 was quickly approaching and Guy had the misfortune of being paired against the top seed in Tom Adler.[/Scene]
Guy Boudreaux: Look at mi, deaux I look like de winna? Mi body dun ache an' mi head feel like she be on fiah. Guy Boudreaux ain't de winna, ain't no one de winna after dat match, na son.
[There is a brief pause as Guy spits out a wad of blood from his mouth. Wiping the corner of his lip clean, his tired eyes move back to the camera.]
Guy Boudreaux: Guy Boudreaux knows he dun got lucky with dat match. Dat foo' Rikta had mi played. But fo sum reason it be Guy who dun got de pinfall. Now Guy don't know jus' what happen, but Guy deaux know dat he now must face de Tom Aidla. An Aidla, Guy dunna tell ya now, just cause he a tired an soi don't be a meanin' dat he gunna lay down fo' ya. Guy don't deaux dat. Guy is a fighta, just like his papa was and his papa befo' him.
In de south, deep in de heart of Louisiana, dey tell de tale of de Crawfish. De crawfish is a small, but it never be backin' down from no figha. If ya mess with de mudbug, ya gunna get de claw. It don't matta nun if de is twice de size of de crawfish or ten times as strong. De crawfish won't run an' de crawfish won't hide. He'll lif his claws an' he stand ready ta geaux. Aidla, Guy is like de crawfish. Boudreaux don't care if he a hurtin' or not, de Boudreaux is gunna figha ya. Even if ol' Guy gotta be dragged down de ramp, he gunna be der. And jus' like de Rikta, ya betta watch ya back, cause against de Ragin' Cajun, ya never know what ya gunna get.
[Scene]Turning away, Guy does his best to march off the set. His face wrenches with pain from ever step, but the Ragin' Cajun does his best to ignore it. His University of Louisiana Lafayette jersey may be tattered and torn, but the logo of his Alta Mata still shined through. With just the blank monitor and NFW background left, the scene faded to black.[/Scene]
[Scene]A solitary NFW backdrop behind a monitor that plays round 1 highlights. Currently playing is the savage beating Scott Riktor put on Guy Boudreaux. The video feed is cut to an end when Guy is able to surprise the fans and Riktor alike with a roll up win for the upset victory. A beaten and battered Guy Boudreaux walks in front of the monitor. His body has a clear limp, showing that the road to recovery will indeed be a long one. Clearly not a good sign when round 2 was quickly approaching and Guy had the misfortune of being paired against the top seed in Tom Adler.[/Scene]
Guy Boudreaux: Look at mi, deaux I look like de winna? Mi body dun ache an' mi head feel like she be on fiah. Guy Boudreaux ain't de winna, ain't no one de winna after dat match, na son.
[There is a brief pause as Guy spits out a wad of blood from his mouth. Wiping the corner of his lip clean, his tired eyes move back to the camera.]
Guy Boudreaux: Guy Boudreaux knows he dun got lucky with dat match. Dat foo' Rikta had mi played. But fo sum reason it be Guy who dun got de pinfall. Now Guy don't know jus' what happen, but Guy deaux know dat he now must face de Tom Aidla. An Aidla, Guy dunna tell ya now, just cause he a tired an soi don't be a meanin' dat he gunna lay down fo' ya. Guy don't deaux dat. Guy is a fighta, just like his papa was and his papa befo' him.
In de south, deep in de heart of Louisiana, dey tell de tale of de Crawfish. De crawfish is a small, but it never be backin' down from no figha. If ya mess with de mudbug, ya gunna get de claw. It don't matta nun if de is twice de size of de crawfish or ten times as strong. De crawfish won't run an' de crawfish won't hide. He'll lif his claws an' he stand ready ta geaux. Aidla, Guy is like de crawfish. Boudreaux don't care if he a hurtin' or not, de Boudreaux is gunna figha ya. Even if ol' Guy gotta be dragged down de ramp, he gunna be der. And jus' like de Rikta, ya betta watch ya back, cause against de Ragin' Cajun, ya never know what ya gunna get.
[Scene]Turning away, Guy does his best to march off the set. His face wrenches with pain from ever step, but the Ragin' Cajun does his best to ignore it. His University of Louisiana Lafayette jersey may be tattered and torn, but the logo of his Alta Mata still shined through. With just the blank monitor and NFW background left, the scene faded to black.[/Scene]