Its Mardi Gras season again, which can only mean one thing; NFW’s Louisiana native Guy Boudreaux is going to be constantly drunk until February 21th, followed by a three day hangover. **** yeah!
[In the streets of Slidell, just the day before, the Krewe of Perseus rolled through town and came to a halt at Salmen High School. Students have returned for class, the craziness of the day before long forgotten. Students returning find themselves having to step over litter and other trash that has no reason to belong on the ground to begin with. Over by the main entrances to the high school, students carrying oversized backpacks are forced to step over a different bump on the grass; NFW’s own Guy Boudreaux. It is here the camera krewe NFW sent out has found themselves.]
Camera Man: Guy, is that you?
Guy: Uh? Not so loud de cheri, mon head dun feel like de gayta been a stumpin’ in it.
[The camera man and his assistant help Guy to his feet, who is donned head to toe in gold, purple, and green colors. Around his neck is thick Mardi Gras beads having to be at least five inches in width, and multiple diamond rings accent his fingers. Littered around his body is several bottles of Southern Comfort and equally as many daiquiri cups.]
Camera Man: Are you alright? What happened here?
Guy: Its Mardi Gras! Time ta parti! An ol’ Guy just celebratin’ his win over de Audi.
Camera Man: Audi? You mean Adler? No Guy, you lost. Remember? He hit you with the Adlerplex and pinned you.
Guy: Na, ol Guy de dun stole de Audiplex and he de winna. Now he gunna go beat on de Creed an win de shiny belt ding.
Camera Man: You mean the World title? Felix Red has that, not Creed. And besides that, Adler is facing Creed. You lost. You have to face Melton and Nova.
Guy: Nah, dey dun lost. Dey gone, out, bye. No mo fo dem. Guy get de big shiny ding. He gunna win. Ya see des [pointing to the stolen rings on his hands] De fair lady, she dun give des ta Guy fo bein’ so brave and beaten de Audi.
Camera Man: No you stole those, during the match. You tried to hit Adler with them and that’s when he hit you with the Adlerplex.
[Guy slaps the Camera Man across the face with the rings.]
Guy: Ya dare ta insult mi hona? De Guy dun never stole a damn ding in he life. He a good man an a good husban’.
Camera Man’s Assistant: But you’re not married, either.
[The assistant gets a slap too.]
Guy: Ya gunna see, de Guy gunna uphold de hona of his pa and win de shiny ding. Now den, if ya-a please, ol’ Guy gunna make his leave, ya.
[Turning, Guy trips over a glass bottle and falls face first to the cold and wet ground. Just seconds after making contact, Guy is already loudly snoring as the opening class bell rings. FADE TO BLACK.]
[In the streets of Slidell, just the day before, the Krewe of Perseus rolled through town and came to a halt at Salmen High School. Students have returned for class, the craziness of the day before long forgotten. Students returning find themselves having to step over litter and other trash that has no reason to belong on the ground to begin with. Over by the main entrances to the high school, students carrying oversized backpacks are forced to step over a different bump on the grass; NFW’s own Guy Boudreaux. It is here the camera krewe NFW sent out has found themselves.]
Camera Man: Guy, is that you?
Guy: Uh? Not so loud de cheri, mon head dun feel like de gayta been a stumpin’ in it.
[The camera man and his assistant help Guy to his feet, who is donned head to toe in gold, purple, and green colors. Around his neck is thick Mardi Gras beads having to be at least five inches in width, and multiple diamond rings accent his fingers. Littered around his body is several bottles of Southern Comfort and equally as many daiquiri cups.]
Camera Man: Are you alright? What happened here?
Guy: Its Mardi Gras! Time ta parti! An ol’ Guy just celebratin’ his win over de Audi.
Camera Man: Audi? You mean Adler? No Guy, you lost. Remember? He hit you with the Adlerplex and pinned you.
Guy: Na, ol Guy de dun stole de Audiplex and he de winna. Now he gunna go beat on de Creed an win de shiny belt ding.
Camera Man: You mean the World title? Felix Red has that, not Creed. And besides that, Adler is facing Creed. You lost. You have to face Melton and Nova.
Guy: Nah, dey dun lost. Dey gone, out, bye. No mo fo dem. Guy get de big shiny ding. He gunna win. Ya see des [pointing to the stolen rings on his hands] De fair lady, she dun give des ta Guy fo bein’ so brave and beaten de Audi.
Camera Man: No you stole those, during the match. You tried to hit Adler with them and that’s when he hit you with the Adlerplex.
[Guy slaps the Camera Man across the face with the rings.]
Guy: Ya dare ta insult mi hona? De Guy dun never stole a damn ding in he life. He a good man an a good husban’.
Camera Man’s Assistant: But you’re not married, either.
[The assistant gets a slap too.]
Guy: Ya gunna see, de Guy gunna uphold de hona of his pa and win de shiny ding. Now den, if ya-a please, ol’ Guy gunna make his leave, ya.
[Turning, Guy trips over a glass bottle and falls face first to the cold and wet ground. Just seconds after making contact, Guy is already loudly snoring as the opening class bell rings. FADE TO BLACK.]