Post by Carlos Bruton on May 23, 2012 4:17:45 GMT -6
[The scene opens up outside the front of LAX airport where a disgruntled Carlos Bruton is pacing up and down the valet line while his best friend Kai is left to hold the dozens of luggage they have brought over from the homeland.]
Kai: Alright man are you going to tell me what the hell is the matter with you or am I going to have to wait until you’re high to hear it?
Bruton: That’s exactly the point Kai. We’ve been in transit for just about a day, I made sure not to smoke the day before so that the security dogs wouldn’t give me hell on the way through customs and now I’ve got no contacts on the West Coast to hook me up. I need to mellow out man. All these retards trying to talk trash in the WpW is bumming me out.
Kai: Come on Carlos, you don’t think I didn’t plan this ahead for you? I’m your boy when it comes to this shit. You just worry about beating the heads in of the WpW, make the dough and we’ll keep living the superstar lifestyle.
Bruton: You sure man? You better not be kidding me because I was THIS close to contemplating smuggling a bag.
Kai: You might have forgotten a little fact that this is what I do for a living. Like I said man, you’ve just got to worry about what you do for a living. If it makes it any easier, in an hour’s time we’ll be in the hotel with the west Coast’s finest reefer in hand.
[Carlos suddenly stops his pacing and turns around to Kai with a smile.]
Bruton: Now that’s what I’m talking about my man.
[The two finally reach the front of the line as a black stretch limo rolls around the corner. The chauffeur grabs the luggage from Kai before they jump into the back where a couple of champagne bottles await them.]
Bruton: Damn Kai you’ve really outdone yourself this time.
Kai: Only the best for WpW’s finest.
[Carlos looks around a little weary for a second and see’s how empty the limo is and how intimate the limo is. The cheauffeur goes to take off before Carlos quickly stops him.]
Bruton: Yo hold up my man. Kai I think we might be missing one small thing here… women.
[Carlos opens up the sunroof and leans out of it to a couple of blondes waiting in the regular cab line.]
Bruton: Aye yo girlies! Where you heading?
Girl #1: Venice Beach.
Bruton: How about you stop by my crib before and I’ll show you how the Caribbean’s finest party?
[The girls look at each other for a split second to confer with each other before turning back to Carlos. A WpW camercrew quickly find them and heads towards the limousine with the girls.]
Girl #2: Sure.
Bruton: Well come on in. Looks like the WpW paparazzi have found us too, come on in boys but keep your hands off the women, not like you’d be any competition for me anyway.
[The girls put their luggage in the trunk, jump into the back of the limousine and the group crack some champagne open. The WpW camera crew jump up to the front of the limo to capture all the fun.]
Bruton: Girls I can’t wait to see your panties… I mean see how you party, but first I got a bit of work to do. I’m guessing none of you have any objections to being on national TV?
[The girls all shake their heads before checking their hair and quickly readjust their makeup while Carlos gets the camera crew to set up. After everyone’s ready the red light goes on and the recording begins.]
Bruton: Well, well, well WpW it’s good to see you back on the air. It might have been the briefest of breaks in broadcasting but WpW fans don’t you worry, I’m personally going to make sure that it never goes dark again. There’s no better way for the WpW to come back in style than with the one who lives the superstar lifestyle like no one else. Am I right girls?
[The girls all grin and pose for the cameras.]
Bruton: Some might say that I have been just a footnote in the history of the WpW but that’s all going to change from this moment onwards. By the time I’ve finished with this place there is only one name that wrestling fans around the world will think of when they hear about the WpW. I know I’ve got what it takes to be the best in the business and best of all I do it in style. Sure I might not be in the gym 24hours a day and I might not watch my diet with each calorie that goes in my body. What I do have is the style of a champion, the fight in me like that of a dog, the intelligence of a veteran and best of all, the genetic history of the greatest wrestling family from the Carribean.
WpW the next champion and superstar has returned to the WpW and I’ve got my eyes on the prize. After I’m done schooling the competition in the Fed Cup here in the every sunny Los Angeles, I’ll set my sights on that of the All-Time Television Title.
It feels like it was just yesterday that I held that title-belt over my shoulder after my defeat of Juan Victor Chavez at Goldpush 44. Just little over 3 years on and 17 Goldpush’s later, history is set to repeat itself. I’m going to tear through the competition just like I did all those years ago and further write my name in the history of the WpW. After I hoist that title high up over my head I’ll join the likes of Michael Manetta, Alexandria Hart, The Striken, Tommy D Powers and Chris Lee as two-time winner of the world famous title. Now that’s something I will make damn sure I don’t pass up on.
Whether there’s 1,2,3 or 50 other wrestlers in that ring I will throw each and every single one of them out of the ring to get the gold that decorates that of superstars. The WpW might not fully remember what I was capable back in the day, but come Goldpush 61 I’m going to make sure the whole planet remembers the name… Carlos Bruton.
[Carlos grabs a glass full of champagne and clinks them with the girls who all let out a squeal of excitement. The group get ready to party the night on as the cameras begin to fade to black.]
Kai: Alright man are you going to tell me what the hell is the matter with you or am I going to have to wait until you’re high to hear it?
Bruton: That’s exactly the point Kai. We’ve been in transit for just about a day, I made sure not to smoke the day before so that the security dogs wouldn’t give me hell on the way through customs and now I’ve got no contacts on the West Coast to hook me up. I need to mellow out man. All these retards trying to talk trash in the WpW is bumming me out.
Kai: Come on Carlos, you don’t think I didn’t plan this ahead for you? I’m your boy when it comes to this shit. You just worry about beating the heads in of the WpW, make the dough and we’ll keep living the superstar lifestyle.
Bruton: You sure man? You better not be kidding me because I was THIS close to contemplating smuggling a bag.
Kai: You might have forgotten a little fact that this is what I do for a living. Like I said man, you’ve just got to worry about what you do for a living. If it makes it any easier, in an hour’s time we’ll be in the hotel with the west Coast’s finest reefer in hand.
[Carlos suddenly stops his pacing and turns around to Kai with a smile.]
Bruton: Now that’s what I’m talking about my man.
[The two finally reach the front of the line as a black stretch limo rolls around the corner. The chauffeur grabs the luggage from Kai before they jump into the back where a couple of champagne bottles await them.]
Bruton: Damn Kai you’ve really outdone yourself this time.
Kai: Only the best for WpW’s finest.
[Carlos looks around a little weary for a second and see’s how empty the limo is and how intimate the limo is. The cheauffeur goes to take off before Carlos quickly stops him.]
Bruton: Yo hold up my man. Kai I think we might be missing one small thing here… women.
[Carlos opens up the sunroof and leans out of it to a couple of blondes waiting in the regular cab line.]
Bruton: Aye yo girlies! Where you heading?
Girl #1: Venice Beach.
Bruton: How about you stop by my crib before and I’ll show you how the Caribbean’s finest party?
[The girls look at each other for a split second to confer with each other before turning back to Carlos. A WpW camercrew quickly find them and heads towards the limousine with the girls.]
Girl #2: Sure.
Bruton: Well come on in. Looks like the WpW paparazzi have found us too, come on in boys but keep your hands off the women, not like you’d be any competition for me anyway.
[The girls put their luggage in the trunk, jump into the back of the limousine and the group crack some champagne open. The WpW camera crew jump up to the front of the limo to capture all the fun.]
Bruton: Girls I can’t wait to see your panties… I mean see how you party, but first I got a bit of work to do. I’m guessing none of you have any objections to being on national TV?
[The girls all shake their heads before checking their hair and quickly readjust their makeup while Carlos gets the camera crew to set up. After everyone’s ready the red light goes on and the recording begins.]
Bruton: Well, well, well WpW it’s good to see you back on the air. It might have been the briefest of breaks in broadcasting but WpW fans don’t you worry, I’m personally going to make sure that it never goes dark again. There’s no better way for the WpW to come back in style than with the one who lives the superstar lifestyle like no one else. Am I right girls?
[The girls all grin and pose for the cameras.]
Bruton: Some might say that I have been just a footnote in the history of the WpW but that’s all going to change from this moment onwards. By the time I’ve finished with this place there is only one name that wrestling fans around the world will think of when they hear about the WpW. I know I’ve got what it takes to be the best in the business and best of all I do it in style. Sure I might not be in the gym 24hours a day and I might not watch my diet with each calorie that goes in my body. What I do have is the style of a champion, the fight in me like that of a dog, the intelligence of a veteran and best of all, the genetic history of the greatest wrestling family from the Carribean.
WpW the next champion and superstar has returned to the WpW and I’ve got my eyes on the prize. After I’m done schooling the competition in the Fed Cup here in the every sunny Los Angeles, I’ll set my sights on that of the All-Time Television Title.
It feels like it was just yesterday that I held that title-belt over my shoulder after my defeat of Juan Victor Chavez at Goldpush 44. Just little over 3 years on and 17 Goldpush’s later, history is set to repeat itself. I’m going to tear through the competition just like I did all those years ago and further write my name in the history of the WpW. After I hoist that title high up over my head I’ll join the likes of Michael Manetta, Alexandria Hart, The Striken, Tommy D Powers and Chris Lee as two-time winner of the world famous title. Now that’s something I will make damn sure I don’t pass up on.
Whether there’s 1,2,3 or 50 other wrestlers in that ring I will throw each and every single one of them out of the ring to get the gold that decorates that of superstars. The WpW might not fully remember what I was capable back in the day, but come Goldpush 61 I’m going to make sure the whole planet remembers the name… Carlos Bruton.
[Carlos grabs a glass full of champagne and clinks them with the girls who all let out a squeal of excitement. The group get ready to party the night on as the cameras begin to fade to black.]
