Post by Border Control Specialist on Jul 29, 2009 14:29:24 GMT -4
Ted Bennett: “You people make me sick!”
The man they call the Border Control Specialist, all six foot six and three hundred pounds, is pacing the ring, back and forth with a microphone in hand. He’s making his professional debut for the company against a luchadore, from Tijuana, Mexico. To his disgust, Ted Bennett had to stomach the crowd’s cheers and whistles for the luchadore, while he, himself, came out to nearly no reaction at all. The border control agent felt as if the fans in stands didn’t quite understand the situation; so he began to educate them on the many issues that currently plague the United States.
Ted Bennett: “I must in a room full of illegals or liberals, because you guys are making no sense! You cheer this man. This masked Mexican that has prolly only ever been in one sporting event in his life, the triathlon it took to get into this country! But when I come out…nothing!? I protect and serve this nation! I keep trash like this out to keep you all safe! All this Mexican’t does is sit around playing cards with his buddies while waiting for someone with a lack of respect for our nation, to break the law and hire him; thereby taking away a needed job from a tax-paying, American citizen. And the ref!? The ref looks like they pulled him right from Home Depot and slapped a black and white, striped shirt. Someone should check to see if he has his green card!”
The crowd boos vehemently. There is a large population of Mexicans and/or Hispanics in the audience. It shouldn’t surprise Ted Bennett. He’s in California. All the white people in the stands are probably liberals, too. He can hardly stomach the site of the fans, anymore.
Ted Bennett: “All ya’ll are unpatriotic and a…”
Without warning, the random luchadore attacks Ted Bennett without warning, from behind. The attack startles Ted, who is now in the corner getting punched repeatedly in the corner, with the crowd coming alive and counting along in Spanish. The Luchadore then jumps up and splashes Ted in the corner. Feeling the momentum, he runs to the other side of the ring to prepare the same splash again, but Ted comes running out of the corner and nails him a fully extended, size 17 boot to the face. The attack leaves the colorfully masked lucha libre practitioner on the mat in a heap with Ted walking around the ring, looking into the stands.
Ted Bennett: “That’s how we do it at the border!”
Having agitated the fans to his liking, Ted finds himself staring at a slowly recovering opponent reaching his feet in the corner. He walks methodically over to the luchadore and performs and open hand slap to the chest that echoes throughout the arena. A few “woos” escape from the stands as he repeats the beating in the corner. Bringing him out of the corner, Ted Bennett whips his opponent against the ropes and attempts a huge lariat, to which the luchadore latches onto his arms and attempts a crucifix pin. The crowd counts along and the obviously bias ref counts quickly for a 1..2..kickout! The Border Control Specialist quickly gets up and meets his opponent with an absolutely brutal lariat.
Ted Bennett gets in the face of the referee, who just points at his shirts and talks in Spanish, presumably saying that he’s the ref. Pulling up the luchadore by his mask, Ted decides he wants to end this thing as soon as possible and puts him in the pump handle position. Not before playing to the crowd by doing a cut throat taunt. He goes to lift him up but the speedy luchdore spins out of it and lands behind the Border Control Specialist, dropkicking him in the back and causing Ted to stumble forward. Bouncing off the ropes, the luchadore comes off with a snap hurricanrana, sending Ted’s world for a spin. The luchadore goes to the top turnbuckle and comes flying off with a cross-body. Unfortunately for him, he’s too stupid to know that there is no way he’s knocking over a 300 pound wrestler over with his frame. Ted Bennett than scoops him onto his shoulder and runs into a powerslam. Instead of going for a cover, he quickly lifts up his masked foe and puts him into the pumphandle position. Ted scoops him up and sets him down with a piledriver like maneuver that folds his opponent like chocolate chip pancakes on a Saturday morning. THE DEPORTATION!! Ted glares at the ref while covering the luchadore and he makes the slow count: 1…..2………..3!
The crowd registers Ted’s triumph over their unknown hero with a series of “boos”. Ted raises his hands while his theme song, "Warrior" by Kid Rock blares over the public announcement system. But he isn’t done. He grabs the mic and addresses the crowd once again.
Ted Bennett: This victory is dedicated to the good men and women at the border control agency who keep our country safe and are the true heroes of the U.S. of A. And I’m going to bring back a trophy for them, too!
Dropping the microphone, Ted turns around at the unconscious luchadore in the center of the ring. He kneels down next to him and begins to unlace the strings on the back of the mask. But to everyone in the arena’s surprise and Ted Bennett’s horror, the man behind the mask is actually asian!
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OOC: A quickie to get me in the swing of things and fuffil the requirements for getting booked. A bit of character introduction to boot. A little twist at the end for the heck of it.
The man they call the Border Control Specialist, all six foot six and three hundred pounds, is pacing the ring, back and forth with a microphone in hand. He’s making his professional debut for the company against a luchadore, from Tijuana, Mexico. To his disgust, Ted Bennett had to stomach the crowd’s cheers and whistles for the luchadore, while he, himself, came out to nearly no reaction at all. The border control agent felt as if the fans in stands didn’t quite understand the situation; so he began to educate them on the many issues that currently plague the United States.
Ted Bennett: “I must in a room full of illegals or liberals, because you guys are making no sense! You cheer this man. This masked Mexican that has prolly only ever been in one sporting event in his life, the triathlon it took to get into this country! But when I come out…nothing!? I protect and serve this nation! I keep trash like this out to keep you all safe! All this Mexican’t does is sit around playing cards with his buddies while waiting for someone with a lack of respect for our nation, to break the law and hire him; thereby taking away a needed job from a tax-paying, American citizen. And the ref!? The ref looks like they pulled him right from Home Depot and slapped a black and white, striped shirt. Someone should check to see if he has his green card!”
The crowd boos vehemently. There is a large population of Mexicans and/or Hispanics in the audience. It shouldn’t surprise Ted Bennett. He’s in California. All the white people in the stands are probably liberals, too. He can hardly stomach the site of the fans, anymore.
Ted Bennett: “All ya’ll are unpatriotic and a…”
Without warning, the random luchadore attacks Ted Bennett without warning, from behind. The attack startles Ted, who is now in the corner getting punched repeatedly in the corner, with the crowd coming alive and counting along in Spanish. The Luchadore then jumps up and splashes Ted in the corner. Feeling the momentum, he runs to the other side of the ring to prepare the same splash again, but Ted comes running out of the corner and nails him a fully extended, size 17 boot to the face. The attack leaves the colorfully masked lucha libre practitioner on the mat in a heap with Ted walking around the ring, looking into the stands.
Ted Bennett: “That’s how we do it at the border!”
Having agitated the fans to his liking, Ted finds himself staring at a slowly recovering opponent reaching his feet in the corner. He walks methodically over to the luchadore and performs and open hand slap to the chest that echoes throughout the arena. A few “woos” escape from the stands as he repeats the beating in the corner. Bringing him out of the corner, Ted Bennett whips his opponent against the ropes and attempts a huge lariat, to which the luchadore latches onto his arms and attempts a crucifix pin. The crowd counts along and the obviously bias ref counts quickly for a 1..2..kickout! The Border Control Specialist quickly gets up and meets his opponent with an absolutely brutal lariat.
Ted Bennett gets in the face of the referee, who just points at his shirts and talks in Spanish, presumably saying that he’s the ref. Pulling up the luchadore by his mask, Ted decides he wants to end this thing as soon as possible and puts him in the pump handle position. Not before playing to the crowd by doing a cut throat taunt. He goes to lift him up but the speedy luchdore spins out of it and lands behind the Border Control Specialist, dropkicking him in the back and causing Ted to stumble forward. Bouncing off the ropes, the luchadore comes off with a snap hurricanrana, sending Ted’s world for a spin. The luchadore goes to the top turnbuckle and comes flying off with a cross-body. Unfortunately for him, he’s too stupid to know that there is no way he’s knocking over a 300 pound wrestler over with his frame. Ted Bennett than scoops him onto his shoulder and runs into a powerslam. Instead of going for a cover, he quickly lifts up his masked foe and puts him into the pumphandle position. Ted scoops him up and sets him down with a piledriver like maneuver that folds his opponent like chocolate chip pancakes on a Saturday morning. THE DEPORTATION!! Ted glares at the ref while covering the luchadore and he makes the slow count: 1…..2………..3!
The crowd registers Ted’s triumph over their unknown hero with a series of “boos”. Ted raises his hands while his theme song, "Warrior" by Kid Rock blares over the public announcement system. But he isn’t done. He grabs the mic and addresses the crowd once again.
Ted Bennett: This victory is dedicated to the good men and women at the border control agency who keep our country safe and are the true heroes of the U.S. of A. And I’m going to bring back a trophy for them, too!
Dropping the microphone, Ted turns around at the unconscious luchadore in the center of the ring. He kneels down next to him and begins to unlace the strings on the back of the mask. But to everyone in the arena’s surprise and Ted Bennett’s horror, the man behind the mask is actually asian!
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OOC: A quickie to get me in the swing of things and fuffil the requirements for getting booked. A bit of character introduction to boot. A little twist at the end for the heck of it.
