Chain Reaction 7: Erik Mateo vs. Derrick Allen
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what has my life become? Derrick thinks to himself as he sits by himself in the "nosebleed" section of the Moss bay Event Center. The place is an empty mass of melancholy silence for Derrick.
Is this the plan that the man above has for me? Ponders Derrick as he peers down and watches his sister, Courtney, and once friend Scott Douglas conversing. Derrick is too far away to hear what they are saying in which has his mind fumbling as to what they are talking about.
I thought I had it all planned out from the beginning. I had a friend who might as well been my brother, a sister that i would have done anything for, but funny how things turn out.
She always is running back to him no matter what. makes me sick to think that she keeps choosing him over me. Derrick lowers his head and rubs it as if to try and make an on coming headache go away.Derrick is clearly upset at what he is seeing.
For as long as I can remember it was the three of us.
Why are things different?
Did I do something to drive them both away?
How dare he turn his back on me, and how dare her take his side. Derrick has begun to rock back and forth in his seat, beginning to have the mannerisms of a mad man.
I'll make them pay...
A buzzing sound is heard coming from Derricks pocket. He fumbles into his pants and pulls out a cell phone. He has a text message. "Chain Reaction 7...Derrick Allen vs. Erik Mateo..." Derrick shoves the phone back into his pocket before reading the rest of the text.
And so it begins. Derrick thinks referring to the start of his career in the IWF.
Erik Mateo, eh? A bit on the heavier side when compared to me...but shouldn't be a problem. Derrick stares down to where Courtney and Scott are talking. In due time Scott...In due time. We will have our day, one of two things will happen, either u will stop being a punk or we will rip each other apart.
It's time for me to show the IWF and ,next, Mateo what being fearless is all about. This country, mushed mouth piece of trailer park trash has a beating coming to him.Derrick stands up and stretches. He makes his way for the exit. Before leaving he turns around and notices Scott and Courtney embracing. A grim look comes over Derricks face.
If that's the they want it then that's the way it will be.
Guess it is me against the world...first up, Erik Mateo...God help him!
Derrick turns back around and exits through two metal doors.
Is this the plan that the man above has for me? Ponders Derrick as he peers down and watches his sister, Courtney, and once friend Scott Douglas conversing. Derrick is too far away to hear what they are saying in which has his mind fumbling as to what they are talking about.
I thought I had it all planned out from the beginning. I had a friend who might as well been my brother, a sister that i would have done anything for, but funny how things turn out.
She always is running back to him no matter what. makes me sick to think that she keeps choosing him over me. Derrick lowers his head and rubs it as if to try and make an on coming headache go away.Derrick is clearly upset at what he is seeing.
For as long as I can remember it was the three of us.
Why are things different?
Did I do something to drive them both away?
How dare he turn his back on me, and how dare her take his side. Derrick has begun to rock back and forth in his seat, beginning to have the mannerisms of a mad man.
I'll make them pay...
A buzzing sound is heard coming from Derricks pocket. He fumbles into his pants and pulls out a cell phone. He has a text message. "Chain Reaction 7...Derrick Allen vs. Erik Mateo..." Derrick shoves the phone back into his pocket before reading the rest of the text.
And so it begins. Derrick thinks referring to the start of his career in the IWF.
Erik Mateo, eh? A bit on the heavier side when compared to me...but shouldn't be a problem. Derrick stares down to where Courtney and Scott are talking. In due time Scott...In due time. We will have our day, one of two things will happen, either u will stop being a punk or we will rip each other apart.
It's time for me to show the IWF and ,next, Mateo what being fearless is all about. This country, mushed mouth piece of trailer park trash has a beating coming to him.Derrick stands up and stretches. He makes his way for the exit. Before leaving he turns around and notices Scott and Courtney embracing. A grim look comes over Derricks face.
If that's the they want it then that's the way it will be.
Guess it is me against the world...first up, Erik Mateo...God help him!
Derrick turns back around and exits through two metal doors.
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TSiegel
I spoil things.
Monogamy
(Fadein, "Mateo's Pub" in Las Vegas, Nevada. The whistling at the beginning of "Magic Moments" by Perry Como is heard as a corner booth is lit up with candles, as the one corner of the bar is unusually immaculate. The table adorned with rolled up napkins and silverware next to plates of rolled up tacos, "Double decker" tacos and a large Mountain dew and large alcoholic glass next to Mateo, in his usual garb. Across from him sits literally clothing piece by clothing piece, the "before" model of "Pretty Woman" star, Julia Roberts. Short, blonde hair, long legs, knee-high black boots, a white short blouse with a light blue spandex pants and over-sized necklace that only Madonna would wear in times such as 1990, she shovels down food faster than it can settle as Mateo watches her inhale the food, a look of awe drawing across his face. The Cameraman's hand reaches out and snaps his fingers next to his face as he finally "snaps to", but the suddenness of it doesn't phase his "date".)
Mateo: Seeex-hay, ain't et?? Woah-mahn lahk thayt, ah fag-yure sech as thayt cane' mayke et ace-y on-ah feller lah meh tah en-fat 'er ehn.
Tahms lahk thays...ets dayf-cult tah gow fram dye-tah-dye, an' 'now thayt row-mane-tic-ly...
(Mateo looks lovingly at the alcohol glass as he continues, his date as well.)
EM:...yer ah wan woah-mahn mane.
En theh mayan tahm....sahm-bahdeh 'sided tah showlup 'fer ah say-con wake en ah rowl....ownleh day-frens bah-twine thes gah an' Mester' Patt'n es thayt Patt'n nev'r flecks' lahk grayed-sckool'rs.
Youse spa-in' on fo'ks, push'n fer tha drama card lahk youse en naid off some'then toe doo...
An' youse s'pose tah beh ah pr'fesh'nall??
Whut ar' youse warkin' fer....pee-nuts??
(Mateo, a flash of immaturity across his face)
DEEZ....nuts??
(waving it off)
Nev'rmahn' thayt, tha fack es thes...ahs don' car' 'bout yer seest'r an' whut sheese 'ntrested in....an' r'ally...needer aneh-wan ayles.
En thas' thayt thaym fo'ks wan'a faht, naht ah better lil' biatch, better 'cause lil' seest'r es growen ahp.
Cowl tha nateworks...lil' Derka-Derka haze ah lil' Jonny-Drahma go-wen on.
Youse wan' sho' meh whut "f'rless" es 'bout??
(Mateo takes his hat off and blocks the camera view of his date so he can whisper)
Mahtherfacker...does youse eben no whose tha fack ah aim??
Ah'm "mahshed mowth"??
Mahtherfacker...whut youse eben file tah un'rstain...thayt thar' rang...
(Mateo points in the general direction of Crucifiction 7 and glares as he changes his facial expression, putting his hat back on.)
EM:...beh-lowngsta MEH.
Udder fo'ks smahtah an' BATTER thayn youse...hayve filed tah un'rstain thayt an' ray-seived whuppen' an' ah f'rs' class flaht bake tah tha dracen' roam.
Tha hard why...an' beleeb meh, wayne ah tails ya....ober hayve thayt roaster knows.
Jest lahk youse wail too.
FADEOUT
(Fadein, "Mateo's Pub" in Las Vegas, Nevada. The whistling at the beginning of "Magic Moments" by Perry Como is heard as a corner booth is lit up with candles, as the one corner of the bar is unusually immaculate. The table adorned with rolled up napkins and silverware next to plates of rolled up tacos, "Double decker" tacos and a large Mountain dew and large alcoholic glass next to Mateo, in his usual garb. Across from him sits literally clothing piece by clothing piece, the "before" model of "Pretty Woman" star, Julia Roberts. Short, blonde hair, long legs, knee-high black boots, a white short blouse with a light blue spandex pants and over-sized necklace that only Madonna would wear in times such as 1990, she shovels down food faster than it can settle as Mateo watches her inhale the food, a look of awe drawing across his face. The Cameraman's hand reaches out and snaps his fingers next to his face as he finally "snaps to", but the suddenness of it doesn't phase his "date".)
Mateo: Seeex-hay, ain't et?? Woah-mahn lahk thayt, ah fag-yure sech as thayt cane' mayke et ace-y on-ah feller lah meh tah en-fat 'er ehn.
Tahms lahk thays...ets dayf-cult tah gow fram dye-tah-dye, an' 'now thayt row-mane-tic-ly...
(Mateo looks lovingly at the alcohol glass as he continues, his date as well.)
EM:...yer ah wan woah-mahn mane.
En theh mayan tahm....sahm-bahdeh 'sided tah showlup 'fer ah say-con wake en ah rowl....ownleh day-frens bah-twine thes gah an' Mester' Patt'n es thayt Patt'n nev'r flecks' lahk grayed-sckool'rs.
Youse spa-in' on fo'ks, push'n fer tha drama card lahk youse en naid off some'then toe doo...
An' youse s'pose tah beh ah pr'fesh'nall??
Whut ar' youse warkin' fer....pee-nuts??
(Mateo, a flash of immaturity across his face)
DEEZ....nuts??
(waving it off)
Nev'rmahn' thayt, tha fack es thes...ahs don' car' 'bout yer seest'r an' whut sheese 'ntrested in....an' r'ally...needer aneh-wan ayles.
En thas' thayt thaym fo'ks wan'a faht, naht ah better lil' biatch, better 'cause lil' seest'r es growen ahp.
Cowl tha nateworks...lil' Derka-Derka haze ah lil' Jonny-Drahma go-wen on.
Youse wan' sho' meh whut "f'rless" es 'bout??
(Mateo takes his hat off and blocks the camera view of his date so he can whisper)
Mahtherfacker...does youse eben no whose tha fack ah aim??
Ah'm "mahshed mowth"??
Mahtherfacker...whut youse eben file tah un'rstain...thayt thar' rang...
(Mateo points in the general direction of Crucifiction 7 and glares as he changes his facial expression, putting his hat back on.)
EM:...beh-lowngsta MEH.
Udder fo'ks smahtah an' BATTER thayn youse...hayve filed tah un'rstain thayt an' ray-seived whuppen' an' ah f'rs' class flaht bake tah tha dracen' roam.
Tha hard why...an' beleeb meh, wayne ah tails ya....ober hayve thayt roaster knows.
Jest lahk youse wail too.
FADEOUT
JGray44
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Missed Call
"Not going to answer that." Derrick says as he peers down to the ringing cell phone on the table and notices that the call is coming from his sister Courtney.
"You can talk to the infamous voicemail." sneers Derrick as he pushes the button ending the ringing. Derrick is sitting in a dark room with a light hanging directly above similar to a spotlight in brightness. All you can see is the small round wooden table that Derrick is sitting at, dressed in a white wife beater and jean pants.
"Don't really know what she would want me to say? She is probably with that infidel Douglas and definitely do not want to hear his voice."
Next to Derrick is a bottle of good old No. 7. Derrick grabs the shot glass sitting next to the bottle and pours a shot.
"I guess I should see what she wanted." said Derrick as he shoots the shot and grabs the cell phone on the table. He dials a few numbers and puts the speaker phone on as it begins to ring.
"You have one new voicemai" Derrick presses a button and a beep is heard. "Hey D its Courtney just wanted to call and talk to you about some things. It has been a while since I have been able to have a good conversation with my big brother. Please call me whenever you get this." Derrick presses a button and you hear "Call has been deleted." Derrick slides the phone across the table.
"You will be waiting longer to have that conversation. Don't have much to say to you anyways." Derrick scolds as he pours another shot and shoots it back.
"Chain Reaction seven is a mere days away. It will be the first time in over two years that I will be back in front of this god forsaken city. Got to make the rent somehow."
Derrick pours another shot.
"Erik Mateo, the guy with whom my life will me entangled with for the night. A guy who makes the world dumber with every word that the man says. I say man loosely though, someone with that lack of brain power is not a man. To me he is a damn waste of living space."
Derrick takes the shot and utters, "****ing Rustre" which is the french word for redneck. The time Derrick spent in Canada was not all for nothing. He managed to pick up a little French while there.
"I sit here and drink this bottle, trying to get into the same mind frame as one Erik Mateo. Since it seems he is not worth **** in the ring unless he can hit the sauce. Which is perfectly fine with me."
Derrick pours a shot and takes it. "Any excuse to get drunk."
"Chain Reaction seven...the date and time I start my career in the IWF. My match with Mateo is just a stepping stone. A stepping stone to the true reason I signed that contract. The man with whom I am eager to get a hold of."
Derrick throws the shot glass across the room. He grabs the bottle and starts to drink from it.
"Scott Douglas...my best friend. The man with whom I would have done just about anything for. Who knows the bull**** he is feeding my sister. Granted she is a gullible little ***** and would believe just about anything that comes out of Scott's mouth."
Derrick takes another gulp.
"I hope you will be watching at Chain Reaction seven Douglas. I hope you watch as I hand Mateo his ass. I hope you watch as I hit the Fremont Plunge. "
Derrick takes yet another gulp.
"Soon enough Scott you will be in Erik Mateo's position. A position that no one likes to be in of course. Laying flat on your back as I get the one...two...three.
Derrick takes a gulp and puts the cap back on the bottle. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and pulls one out. He reaches in his other pocket and pulls out a lighter and lights the cigarette.
"Everyone around me is meaningless. Mateo does not mean **** and will not be a problem. Let the others strive to be on one Vizier ta Seti's nuts trying to get a shot at the Emerald City strap. All I care about is revenge."
Derrick takes a puff off the cigarette and exhales.
"In a couple days at Chain Reaction seven...I will see you in the middle of the ring Erik. Hope you will have had enough to drink for I am a man on a mission. Anyone who is put in front of me being put in front of the firing squad. No matter what comes out of that ****ed up brain of yours, Mateo, the ending will be the same."
Derrick stands up with the cigarette in his mouth.
"See you soon Douglas...See you soon..."
Derrick reaches up and pulls the chain on the light. the room goes pitch black.
"Not going to answer that." Derrick says as he peers down to the ringing cell phone on the table and notices that the call is coming from his sister Courtney.
"You can talk to the infamous voicemail." sneers Derrick as he pushes the button ending the ringing. Derrick is sitting in a dark room with a light hanging directly above similar to a spotlight in brightness. All you can see is the small round wooden table that Derrick is sitting at, dressed in a white wife beater and jean pants.
"Don't really know what she would want me to say? She is probably with that infidel Douglas and definitely do not want to hear his voice."
Next to Derrick is a bottle of good old No. 7. Derrick grabs the shot glass sitting next to the bottle and pours a shot.
"I guess I should see what she wanted." said Derrick as he shoots the shot and grabs the cell phone on the table. He dials a few numbers and puts the speaker phone on as it begins to ring.
"You have one new voicemai" Derrick presses a button and a beep is heard. "Hey D its Courtney just wanted to call and talk to you about some things. It has been a while since I have been able to have a good conversation with my big brother. Please call me whenever you get this." Derrick presses a button and you hear "Call has been deleted." Derrick slides the phone across the table.
"You will be waiting longer to have that conversation. Don't have much to say to you anyways." Derrick scolds as he pours another shot and shoots it back.
"Chain Reaction seven is a mere days away. It will be the first time in over two years that I will be back in front of this god forsaken city. Got to make the rent somehow."
Derrick pours another shot.
"Erik Mateo, the guy with whom my life will me entangled with for the night. A guy who makes the world dumber with every word that the man says. I say man loosely though, someone with that lack of brain power is not a man. To me he is a damn waste of living space."
Derrick takes the shot and utters, "****ing Rustre" which is the french word for redneck. The time Derrick spent in Canada was not all for nothing. He managed to pick up a little French while there.
"I sit here and drink this bottle, trying to get into the same mind frame as one Erik Mateo. Since it seems he is not worth **** in the ring unless he can hit the sauce. Which is perfectly fine with me."
Derrick pours a shot and takes it. "Any excuse to get drunk."
"Chain Reaction seven...the date and time I start my career in the IWF. My match with Mateo is just a stepping stone. A stepping stone to the true reason I signed that contract. The man with whom I am eager to get a hold of."
Derrick throws the shot glass across the room. He grabs the bottle and starts to drink from it.
"Scott Douglas...my best friend. The man with whom I would have done just about anything for. Who knows the bull**** he is feeding my sister. Granted she is a gullible little ***** and would believe just about anything that comes out of Scott's mouth."
Derrick takes another gulp.
"I hope you will be watching at Chain Reaction seven Douglas. I hope you watch as I hand Mateo his ass. I hope you watch as I hit the Fremont Plunge. "
Derrick takes yet another gulp.
"Soon enough Scott you will be in Erik Mateo's position. A position that no one likes to be in of course. Laying flat on your back as I get the one...two...three.
Derrick takes a gulp and puts the cap back on the bottle. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and pulls one out. He reaches in his other pocket and pulls out a lighter and lights the cigarette.
"Everyone around me is meaningless. Mateo does not mean **** and will not be a problem. Let the others strive to be on one Vizier ta Seti's nuts trying to get a shot at the Emerald City strap. All I care about is revenge."
Derrick takes a puff off the cigarette and exhales.
"In a couple days at Chain Reaction seven...I will see you in the middle of the ring Erik. Hope you will have had enough to drink for I am a man on a mission. Anyone who is put in front of me being put in front of the firing squad. No matter what comes out of that ****ed up brain of yours, Mateo, the ending will be the same."
Derrick stands up with the cigarette in his mouth.
"See you soon Douglas...See you soon..."
Derrick reaches up and pulls the chain on the light. the room goes pitch black.
TSiegel
I spoil things.
Copycat
(Fadein, "Mateo's Pub", Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera looks around, catching the usual broken glass, turned over tables, busted light bulbs as it finds our hero in the back, playing bumper pool with his new lady friend. While standing behind her, he holds a cue stick and watches her bend over, a singular light bulb swaying back and forth above them, flickering.)
MATEO: Lemme gate thes strait, Derka-Derka....deadjah jest sai youse planed tah-crab mah ass?? Ahs gaht noose fer youse Derka-Derka, an' ahs height tah desa-pintcha....
(Mateo makes a motion towards his "date".)
Ass youse cane seh...Ahm awls ah-bowt tha poon-tang.
Bet eh-nuff ov thayt, ahs rally hab udder thangs tah doo....naymleh her...
(Mateos' "date" looks up at the "mention" of her, but he quickly segues and brushes it off. She returns to playing as he continues on.)
Ya nose sahm-thane thair', Derka-derka?? Thayms' pay-pulls...thay lahk tah sai thayt Imeh-tay-shun...wail...thayts tha baste form o' flatt'ry. Bet youse naids'-tah un'rstain....
Thair' ken onleh beh WAN...Er'k Mah-Teh-yo.
An' youse loohken ayt 'em.
See...youse maht hayve an ishue weth ol' "Poppah-Sqwuat" thar....bet youse naids-tah 'member sahm-thane....
AH'M tha wan youse fahten' en thayt thar' skwared-serkle....naht haim.
Bet mebbeh eff yer retched lil' fren' caynt handel yer seester...mebbeh ah's cayne gib har' sahm o' tha' ol' "Mah-teh-yo-Mahjick", eff youse nose whut ahm sai-yen??
An' ah nose thayt youse do...nards lahk youse alsways doo.
Bet tha thang es...youse cane sai whut youse wontah ah-bowt howl-ah toke....whut youse file tah reelahz, es ahm tha baste mahther-fahker thes cahm-neh hahs eber sein.
Thayt chump Veddi Vetti Seddi, heh cane sai whut heh wonts weth tha Em'rold Ciddeh Cham'shep, bet thayt rang en thar...beh-lowngsta meh.
Howl-eber...thayt duzz brangtah mahnd....tha laced tard thayt spoke prowd fer thaym darteh Mesk-kins ober-sees?? Lest jest sai thay no lownger 'er eh-bowl tah CHOO sawlids.
Eff youse dohnt gate thayt...thane mebbe ah shood habba toke weth ol' Margret Cho ah-bowt tha staind-erds 'rown' hair.
Dohn wont comp'tishun tah tah gate waddered dayown....
Bet ahm ramblen...tha pint es Derka-Derka...Ah'm whutcha cole ah WHENNER.
Ah'm ah proofen fahter en tha Ah-dubya-if....yer naht.
Bet youse goan an' drenk-ahp, feller....habba feyew tah fail brain stainkin' gnew....jes' 'member...
Ahben doowen thes fer alout lowngah thane youse hab....ahm gownah LAFFEN YER PHASE...eff youse cahm ahp shart. Youse nose wha??
Beh-cuz youse caynt drank lahk meh, fer wan....
(Mateo reaches over to the counter next to him and quickly pours two shots of Vodka and Scotch, downing each one without skipping a beat, one right after the other. He wipes his mouth with the back of his free hand and gives the camera the finger, smiling all the same.)
EM: An' sehconleh...beh-cuz youse jest thank ets DUDLEH thayt ahm gown lehtcha wain.
An' ain't wan bastetard hair thayt thanks thayt why.
Nahw...ahs dowan lahk Duckless aneh-mer thane youse doo...bet byichin' ah-bowt 'em ain't gon' gitcha aneh-closah tah beeten' meh.
Ah main e'rbeh thangtah thes comp'neh, an' ta late ah chumnp lahk youse tah yoose MEH lahk ah STEEPEN-STOWN??
Ahsah tick mahsef tah REHAV BALLUN-TEAREH-LEE beh-fer ahs late thayt hafpen.
Ehberry bodeh nose thayt.
Afptar-werds...wayne mah hane es razed, an' ahm tha whenner an' NAHT youse...youse cane hab yorse ray-vinj, Derka, an' ahsah eben hyep-ya own tha why ahtta thar', mah'sef...
Youse jest naht gownah lahk tha' trains-per-tai-shun.
FADEOUT
(Fadein, "Mateo's Pub", Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera looks around, catching the usual broken glass, turned over tables, busted light bulbs as it finds our hero in the back, playing bumper pool with his new lady friend. While standing behind her, he holds a cue stick and watches her bend over, a singular light bulb swaying back and forth above them, flickering.)
MATEO: Lemme gate thes strait, Derka-Derka....deadjah jest sai youse planed tah-crab mah ass?? Ahs gaht noose fer youse Derka-Derka, an' ahs height tah desa-pintcha....
(Mateo makes a motion towards his "date".)
Ass youse cane seh...Ahm awls ah-bowt tha poon-tang.
Bet eh-nuff ov thayt, ahs rally hab udder thangs tah doo....naymleh her...
(Mateos' "date" looks up at the "mention" of her, but he quickly segues and brushes it off. She returns to playing as he continues on.)
Ya nose sahm-thane thair', Derka-derka?? Thayms' pay-pulls...thay lahk tah sai thayt Imeh-tay-shun...wail...thayts tha baste form o' flatt'ry. Bet youse naids'-tah un'rstain....
Thair' ken onleh beh WAN...Er'k Mah-Teh-yo.
An' youse loohken ayt 'em.
See...youse maht hayve an ishue weth ol' "Poppah-Sqwuat" thar....bet youse naids-tah 'member sahm-thane....
AH'M tha wan youse fahten' en thayt thar' skwared-serkle....naht haim.
Bet mebbeh eff yer retched lil' fren' caynt handel yer seester...mebbeh ah's cayne gib har' sahm o' tha' ol' "Mah-teh-yo-Mahjick", eff youse nose whut ahm sai-yen??
An' ah nose thayt youse do...nards lahk youse alsways doo.
Bet tha thang es...youse cane sai whut youse wontah ah-bowt howl-ah toke....whut youse file tah reelahz, es ahm tha baste mahther-fahker thes cahm-neh hahs eber sein.
Thayt chump Veddi Vetti Seddi, heh cane sai whut heh wonts weth tha Em'rold Ciddeh Cham'shep, bet thayt rang en thar...beh-lowngsta meh.
Howl-eber...thayt duzz brangtah mahnd....tha laced tard thayt spoke prowd fer thaym darteh Mesk-kins ober-sees?? Lest jest sai thay no lownger 'er eh-bowl tah CHOO sawlids.
Eff youse dohnt gate thayt...thane mebbe ah shood habba toke weth ol' Margret Cho ah-bowt tha staind-erds 'rown' hair.
Dohn wont comp'tishun tah tah gate waddered dayown....
Bet ahm ramblen...tha pint es Derka-Derka...Ah'm whutcha cole ah WHENNER.
Ah'm ah proofen fahter en tha Ah-dubya-if....yer naht.
Bet youse goan an' drenk-ahp, feller....habba feyew tah fail brain stainkin' gnew....jes' 'member...
Ahben doowen thes fer alout lowngah thane youse hab....ahm gownah LAFFEN YER PHASE...eff youse cahm ahp shart. Youse nose wha??
Beh-cuz youse caynt drank lahk meh, fer wan....
(Mateo reaches over to the counter next to him and quickly pours two shots of Vodka and Scotch, downing each one without skipping a beat, one right after the other. He wipes his mouth with the back of his free hand and gives the camera the finger, smiling all the same.)
EM: An' sehconleh...beh-cuz youse jest thank ets DUDLEH thayt ahm gown lehtcha wain.
An' ain't wan bastetard hair thayt thanks thayt why.
Nahw...ahs dowan lahk Duckless aneh-mer thane youse doo...bet byichin' ah-bowt 'em ain't gon' gitcha aneh-closah tah beeten' meh.
Ah main e'rbeh thangtah thes comp'neh, an' ta late ah chumnp lahk youse tah yoose MEH lahk ah STEEPEN-STOWN??
Ahsah tick mahsef tah REHAV BALLUN-TEAREH-LEE beh-fer ahs late thayt hafpen.
Ehberry bodeh nose thayt.
Afptar-werds...wayne mah hane es razed, an' ahm tha whenner an' NAHT youse...youse cane hab yorse ray-vinj, Derka, an' ahsah eben hyep-ya own tha why ahtta thar', mah'sef...
Youse jest naht gownah lahk tha' trains-per-tai-shun.
FADEOUT
JGray44
New member
releasing some frustration
"You inbred dimwitted simpleton."
Derrick is alone at the South Park Boxing Gym. In front of him is a weathered leather heavy bag. Derrick, wearing only a pair of light blue gym shorts, is drenched from head to toe in sweat. His hands are simply tapped from knuckle to wrist with black athletic tape.
"You want to talk about my ****ing sister you piece of ****?"
Derrick lays into the bag.
"Should have left her out of it Mateo." snarls Derrick as he lays some powerful leg strikes to the swinging bag.
"You're lucky...You're lucky I don't come to the garbage heap you call your bar and slit your ****ing throat."
"It would just have been a normal wrestling match at Chain Reaction seven, now you made it personal."
Derrick is visibly infuriated. Although he does not get along with his sister he is the protective older brother. Derrick stops punishing the heavy bag and enters the ring that is the center piece of the building. Allen begins to shadow box.
"When I get done ****ing you up Erik, you might actually be able to speak correctly. Obviously, hooked on phonics did not work for you."
"I don't expect you to know what you have just done. You are too stupid to realize it."
"It doesn't matter...By any means necessary, Mateo, your blood will spill when we enter the ring."
"I don't care what it takes...your life will be in my hands at Chain Reaction."
Derrick storms off and exits through a door that reads "Locker Room".
"You inbred dimwitted simpleton."
Derrick is alone at the South Park Boxing Gym. In front of him is a weathered leather heavy bag. Derrick, wearing only a pair of light blue gym shorts, is drenched from head to toe in sweat. His hands are simply tapped from knuckle to wrist with black athletic tape.
"You want to talk about my ****ing sister you piece of ****?"
Derrick lays into the bag.
"Should have left her out of it Mateo." snarls Derrick as he lays some powerful leg strikes to the swinging bag.
"You're lucky...You're lucky I don't come to the garbage heap you call your bar and slit your ****ing throat."
"It would just have been a normal wrestling match at Chain Reaction seven, now you made it personal."
Derrick is visibly infuriated. Although he does not get along with his sister he is the protective older brother. Derrick stops punishing the heavy bag and enters the ring that is the center piece of the building. Allen begins to shadow box.
"When I get done ****ing you up Erik, you might actually be able to speak correctly. Obviously, hooked on phonics did not work for you."
"I don't expect you to know what you have just done. You are too stupid to realize it."
"It doesn't matter...By any means necessary, Mateo, your blood will spill when we enter the ring."
"I don't care what it takes...your life will be in my hands at Chain Reaction."
Derrick storms off and exits through a door that reads "Locker Room".