Post by The Human Cancer on Jul 16, 2008 22:52:28 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
Scott had left Cuba, despite being "elected" their impromptu president. His cousins drove him back to the international waters, where he was picked up by Kevin Nash and Steve Austin on Ted DiBiase's yacht. Once aboard, Kevin revealed some news to Scott that he had received while he was out of the country; Vince had selected a group of superstars to do some "Make-A-Wish" type of work with orphanages and hospitals around the country. Steve, Kevin, and Scott were all assigned an orphanage, luckily for them, in Glendale. The trio caught the first flight to Miami, and arrived in Glendale the next day jet lagged, hungry, and above all else... Dry. We catch up with Kevin, Scott, and Steve outside the building, knocking on the door...
Orphans? Is That Like... Oranges, Mang?
.::]Stone Cold |
Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake[::.
Look you big dumb son of a bitch! Are you sure you got the right address?
.::]Big Daddy Cool | Kevin Nash | Big Sexy[::.
Yes, I'm sure! Jesus Christ Steve...
Kevin continued to knock until he heard a faint voice calling "Coming! Coming!" from behind the door. They took a step back, giving the door enough room to open completely. Slowly, the door opened, but picked up speed as it got farther along. Behind the door was a little old woman in a nun's outfit. Scott's jaw dropped wide, and his face twisted into one of surprise.
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
Chicos, chicos! Look! It's a penguin mang, and it can talk! Are we at the zoo?! Am I Dr. Dolittle or something!?
.::]Stone Cold | Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake[::.
No! Shut up ya Mexican son of a bitch! Sorry, sister...
Sister Mary
It's quite alright... Are you three the men that I was told about? Come on in.
The three headed into the large foyer of the orphanage, staring in wonderment at the extremely large cathedral ceiling of the room.
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
By the way mang, I'm Cuban...
Steve shot Scott a dirty look, and he hushed up rather quickly. Sister Mary motioned for them to follow her. Having no clue how to navigate the building, they did just that. Mary led them up the stairs, and down a long combination of hallways and rooms, that finally led to the recreation room, where all the children were playing. Mary put a finger to her lips to silence them as she opened the door.
Sister Mary
Kids, I have a surprise for you!
She stepped out of the way, and Scott, Steve, and Kevin entered the room. The kids' faces lit up with excitement and glee as they rushed to their favorite wrestler. One little boy, in particular, tugged at the hem of Scott's shirt. He looked down on the child, and crouched to his level.
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
Hey, lil' chico... What's your name?
Josh
I'm Josh, and I'm this many!
Excitedly, the boy held up seven fingers. Scott cracked a smile, and cleared his throat.
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
I feel bad for you, lil' mang. Your parents don't love you; and if they did, they're dead, chico... Like Tom Cruise's career dead. Da Bad Guy? I had parents that loved me, mang. We had a nice little house on our street, with a white picket fence and a dog! My madre used to tuck me in at night, mang. She used to read me "The Little Cuban Who Could" right before I fell asleep...
Josh's eyes welled with tears, and they began streaming down his cheeks. Not long after, he began to wail. Scott, confused, kept mouthing "Stop it! Stop it!" at him while shaking him violently. With nothing left to do, Scott gave Josh a right hook that sent him to the floor. The room went silent in shock; Sister Mary took Scott by the ear, and dragged him outside the room.
Sister Mary
What is wrong with you!?
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
I... I'm sorry, lil' penguin chica. It's just, I haven't had a drink in twenty-four hours. You got any booze here?
Sister Mary
We have none of that here! I'm going to ask you to leave!
Scott's eyes turned into slits of anger, as he put an arm on the nun's shoulder.
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
You ever see Pebble and the Penguin, chica? You're the penguin, and I'm the leper seal, mang... A big, bad, Cuban leper seal!
Without any warning, Scott spun the nun around with the arm that was on her shoulder, and covered her mouth with his other hand, and he began to drag her away.
Scott had taken the nun to the boiler room, and duck-taped her mouth shut, and her hands to a chair. There wasn't much in the room, except for a radio on the workbench. Scott took the nun's hood off, and tossed it to the floor on his way to the radio. With a flick of a switch, it was on.
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
You like K-Billy's Super Sounds of the 70's, chica? It's Da Bad Guy's favorite...
Scott hunched over and pulled the leg up on his jeans to reveal an old fashion razor folded in his construction boot. He unfolded the blade, and began to gently rub it against his scruff as he danced to "Stuck in the Middle With You" by Stealer's Wheel. He walked towards the nun, and straddled the chair quite fiercely.
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
Hold still, chica!
Scott went to work for a few moments, the nun hollering in pain. Scott got off the nun, blade... And the nun's ear... In hand.
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
Hey, how's it going?
Scott chuckled, talking into the ear.
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
Can ya hear that?
A smile cracked on his face. Just then, Steve and Kevin came rushing in, breathing heavily.
.::]Big Daddy Cool | Kevin Nash | Big Sexy[::.
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!?!
.::]Da Bad Guy | Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.
She wasn't telling me where the booze was, mang! I need my booze!
.::]Stone Cold | Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake[::.
He's got a good point...
.::]Big Daddy Cool | Kevin Nash | Big Sexy[::.
Look, let's get outta here before the cops show up. We don't need either of you in jail again.
The three left the room, leaving Mary tied to the chair. Scott came back in, and pulled a toothpick from his pocket. He flicked it at Mary, then jogged out to catch up with Steve and Kevin.
EPILOGUE
The only thing left that Scott can get into trouble at is RAW now... This week, anyway. Will Scott get his booze? Will Mary call the cops? Will Josh ever see straight? Tune in next time to find out!
Scott had left Cuba, despite being "elected" their impromptu president. His cousins drove him back to the international waters, where he was picked up by Kevin Nash and Steve Austin on Ted DiBiase's yacht. Once aboard, Kevin revealed some news to Scott that he had received while he was out of the country; Vince had selected a group of superstars to do some "Make-A-Wish" type of work with orphanages and hospitals around the country. Steve, Kevin, and Scott were all assigned an orphanage, luckily for them, in Glendale. The trio caught the first flight to Miami, and arrived in Glendale the next day jet lagged, hungry, and above all else... Dry. We catch up with Kevin, Scott, and Steve outside the building, knocking on the door...
Orphans? Is That Like... Oranges, Mang?
.::]Stone Cold |
Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake[::.Look you big dumb son of a bitch! Are you sure you got the right address?
.::]Big Daddy Cool |
Kevin Nash | Big Sexy[::.Yes, I'm sure! Jesus Christ Steve...
Kevin continued to knock until he heard a faint voice calling "Coming! Coming!" from behind the door. They took a step back, giving the door enough room to open completely. Slowly, the door opened, but picked up speed as it got farther along. Behind the door was a little old woman in a nun's outfit. Scott's jaw dropped wide, and his face twisted into one of surprise.
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.Chicos, chicos! Look! It's a penguin mang, and it can talk! Are we at the zoo?! Am I Dr. Dolittle or something!?
.::]Stone Cold |
Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake[::.No! Shut up ya Mexican son of a bitch! Sorry, sister...
Sister Mary
It's quite alright... Are you three the men that I was told about? Come on in.
The three headed into the large foyer of the orphanage, staring in wonderment at the extremely large cathedral ceiling of the room.
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.By the way mang, I'm Cuban...
Steve shot Scott a dirty look, and he hushed up rather quickly. Sister Mary motioned for them to follow her. Having no clue how to navigate the building, they did just that. Mary led them up the stairs, and down a long combination of hallways and rooms, that finally led to the recreation room, where all the children were playing. Mary put a finger to her lips to silence them as she opened the door.
Sister Mary
Kids, I have a surprise for you!
She stepped out of the way, and Scott, Steve, and Kevin entered the room. The kids' faces lit up with excitement and glee as they rushed to their favorite wrestler. One little boy, in particular, tugged at the hem of Scott's shirt. He looked down on the child, and crouched to his level.
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.Hey, lil' chico... What's your name?
Josh
I'm Josh, and I'm this many!
Excitedly, the boy held up seven fingers. Scott cracked a smile, and cleared his throat.
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.I feel bad for you, lil' mang. Your parents don't love you; and if they did, they're dead, chico... Like Tom Cruise's career dead. Da Bad Guy? I had parents that loved me, mang. We had a nice little house on our street, with a white picket fence and a dog! My madre used to tuck me in at night, mang. She used to read me "The Little Cuban Who Could" right before I fell asleep...
Josh's eyes welled with tears, and they began streaming down his cheeks. Not long after, he began to wail. Scott, confused, kept mouthing "Stop it! Stop it!" at him while shaking him violently. With nothing left to do, Scott gave Josh a right hook that sent him to the floor. The room went silent in shock; Sister Mary took Scott by the ear, and dragged him outside the room.
Sister Mary
What is wrong with you!?
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.I... I'm sorry, lil' penguin chica. It's just, I haven't had a drink in twenty-four hours. You got any booze here?
Sister Mary
We have none of that here! I'm going to ask you to leave!
Scott's eyes turned into slits of anger, as he put an arm on the nun's shoulder.
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.You ever see Pebble and the Penguin, chica? You're the penguin, and I'm the leper seal, mang... A big, bad, Cuban leper seal!
Without any warning, Scott spun the nun around with the arm that was on her shoulder, and covered her mouth with his other hand, and he began to drag her away.
Scott had taken the nun to the boiler room, and duck-taped her mouth shut, and her hands to a chair. There wasn't much in the room, except for a radio on the workbench. Scott took the nun's hood off, and tossed it to the floor on his way to the radio. With a flick of a switch, it was on.
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.You like K-Billy's Super Sounds of the 70's, chica? It's Da Bad Guy's favorite...
Scott hunched over and pulled the leg up on his jeans to reveal an old fashion razor folded in his construction boot. He unfolded the blade, and began to gently rub it against his scruff as he danced to "Stuck in the Middle With You" by Stealer's Wheel. He walked towards the nun, and straddled the chair quite fiercely.
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.Hold still, chica!
Scott went to work for a few moments, the nun hollering in pain. Scott got off the nun, blade... And the nun's ear... In hand.
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.Hey, how's it going?
Scott chuckled, talking into the ear.
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.Can ya hear that?
A smile cracked on his face. Just then, Steve and Kevin came rushing in, breathing heavily.
.::]Big Daddy Cool |
Kevin Nash | Big Sexy[::.WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!?!
.::]Da Bad Guy |
Scott Hall | The Cuban Assassin[::.She wasn't telling me where the booze was, mang! I need my booze!
.::]Stone Cold |
Steve Austin | The Texas Rattlesnake[::.He's got a good point...
.::]Big Daddy Cool |
Kevin Nash | Big Sexy[::.Look, let's get outta here before the cops show up. We don't need either of you in jail again.
The three left the room, leaving Mary tied to the chair. Scott came back in, and pulled a toothpick from his pocket. He flicked it at Mary, then jogged out to catch up with Steve and Kevin.
EPILOGUE
The only thing left that Scott can get into trouble at is RAW now... This week, anyway. Will Scott get his booze? Will Mary call the cops? Will Josh ever see straight? Tune in next time to find out!
