King Cucaracha 0 Report post Posted December 7, 2006 New Orleans, Louisiana. And the OAOAST's feeder promotion, OAOVW, is in town and so is Rico de Janeiro. He of the humbling at the hands of Theodore Moneymaker. He of the two seperate tag defeats against D*LUX. He who is sick of being an also ran, as evident by his post-match attack on D*LUX last time we saw him. Wearing the gaudiest of orange Hawaiian shirts and stroking his 70's porn 'stache, Rico walks through the New Orleans air outside the arena, in search it seems of the man standing at the entrance to the car park. Counting out a handful of bills, the guy is pretty tall, pretty skinny, black... oh yeah, he's also got one hell of an afro 'do. Rico approaches the guy who quickly staches the money in the pocket of his beige pants. RICO It's Lucius, right? LUCIUS Yo... have we met? (glances around) You look kinda... you know, familiar. RICO We spoke on the phone. LUCIUS Oh. Ohh sure, sure we did. Yeeaahh, haha... listen, I'm'a need you strip down real quick, you know, just incase you got any wires caught up on you when you got dressed this mornin', yeah. Standard procedure. You can't be too careful, dig? RICO It's Rico. The wrestler. For a moment, the afro adorned Soul racks his memory. Before eventually something comes up positive and a beaming smile creeps across his face, laughing away as he pats Rico on the shoulder. LUCIUS Oh man, you had me worried there for a minute. Phew! Man, don't do that to me, I got a weak heart. It's genetics. Can't touch red meat. RICO So, have I come to the right guy? LUCIUS When you come to "Sweet" Lucius Soul, you're always with the right guy. So, what brings you to Nawlins? ----------- Time has passed. We are now in a nondescript café in downtown New Orleans, the kind where 'confidential business' deals tend to take place. As such, there's some shifty looking characters scattered around and the place itself is pretty rundown. Or, to be more kind, 'rustic'. Rico and Lucius sit either side of the table, Rico lounged back while Lucius goes over the menu. SOUL So, what's the happy haps? RICO Well, I've just signed a full contract with the OAOAST and I'm looking for a tag team partner to help me out. I'm sick of being the punching bag. The hired help. The guy they throw in to the wolves. I'm Rico de Janeiro and lemme tell you, Rico don't swing that way, baby. The sole reason I'm going back to HeldDOWN~! is to prove to the world that I'm no joke. All I need a partner who isn't the missing link for a change. Word on the street is, you're that man. SOUL Word'd be right then, coz you're lookin' at HeldDOWN's newest star man. Just so happens I'm'a get my shot in a couple of weeks down in Green Bay. They got a couple of guys who need to knock off some ring rust or somethin', I dunno. All I know is, Soul's goin' global! RICO Is that so? SOUL Yeah... well, I mean, it ain't gonna be televised as such. Just something while they test out the lights and get the people in the house, like a dark match yeah, but everybody gotta start somewhere, right? Rico smiles to himself, absent-mindedly stroking his porn 'stache. RICO How about I go you one better? What if I can [i]guarantee[/i] you a match, televised, in Calgary next week? Lucius' eyebrows peak. SOUL For real? RICO It's virtually set in stone my friend. All I need is somebody who can hang with Rico. SOUL Wow, that sounds mighty tempting man. I mean, a one-way ticket to the big-time? I'm down for that, no doubt, home of wrestling no less! Calgary... man. But... yo, how do you know I'm your man? I mean, we only met like three hours ago and I thought you was staking out my personal dealings. You expect us to go straight out and work like clockwork? And hey, I got standards too. How can I be sure you're the real deal yourself? I mean, I got my street cred to uphold man, I can't be seen with no second-rate tag partner on national TV. Maybe I oughta see some credentials before we sign off on any dealings. Rico remains pretty stoic through all this as a young waitress strolls over with the duo's coffees. Sitting up a little, Rico looks the young blonde up and down and reaches down his collar, pulling out a handful of brightly coloured bead necklaces. RICO Hey, baby... (strokes porn 'stache)... you know what you gotta do to get these, right? The young lady smiles. She's no novice ladies and gentlemen. Unfortunately it's off camera, but the waitress definately DOES pull up her top and reveal her side orders~! Lucius' face understandably lights up as Rico takes off one of his bead necklaces, tosses the reward to the young waitress, who disappears with her shirt once again covering her modesty. RICO How's that for credentials? SOUL Awww dip! Man, I got a feeling you and me are gonna get on reeeaaalll well! The... Mardi Gras Wrecking Crew! RICO Hmm, that's pretty good. But how about... Rico glances over at the young lady, admiring the tacky plastic beads she's earnt. RICO ...The Mardi Gras [i]Home[/i]wrecking Crew. SOUL Hehehe. That's awesome, baby! (VOICEOVER) Ladies, keep your eyes peeled and your contraceptives up to date, incase you happen upon... [b][SIZE=4]THE [COLOR=green]MARDI[/COLOR] [COLOR=red]GRAS[/COLOR] HOMEWRECKING CREWii[/SIZE][/b] [i]"She's an ea - sy lo - ver She'll take a hold but you won't feel it She's like no o - ther Be - fore you know it you'll be on your knees[/i] Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
