Post by khardaway on Oct 30, 2009 1:06:35 GMT -5
The camera opens in a well lit room. Sun is coming in threw the windows and it has created a bright natural light that shines in on the solid oak dining room table. As the camera pans around we see a nice dining room with a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, nice white stately looking walls, and a china cabinet filled with china… We finally see Kevin Hardaway walking into the room carrying a long black case in his right hand, he sits the case on the table and pops the latches and looks at the camera.
I don’t think you guys are ready for what is in this case.
Hardaway smiles at the camera and opens the case just enough so he can peak in. As he closes it down once again he lets out a sinister sounding laugh.
What I have in this case is protection. It is protection a hated man such as myself needs… We could call it my insurance policy if you will. But today, it will be my protection. My protection from a load of people that I plan to anger and anger in a bad, bad way.
Hardaway fully opens the case and pulls out the mystery item.. The mystery item is a shotgun. Not any shotgun, but an expensive Mossberg Mariner shotgun. It is black and sports a pistol handle and is a beautiful piece of pump action shot gunnery.
Now, I know a lot of you are out there thinking, “Hardaway is going to make a snuff film for us. He is going to kill someone.” Now as much as I’d like to go pump some lead into people that won’t happen today...unless I am threatened but I doubt that will happen. Let’s just say these people will be more concerned about running then fighting.
Hardaway slings the gun over his shoulder and turns to walk out the dining room. The camera follows him out the dining room and then eventually out of the house. As they hit the driveway Hardaway walks for a black two door Ford F-150. He walks to the truck and climbs in the cab setting the gun down next to him. He starts the car and pulls out the driveway and begins to talk.
I know a lot of you clueless fuckers are still out there wondering what the fuck I am going to do. Well, I can’t give that away but I will need this...
Hardaway reaches over and opens his glove compartment. He pulls out a surgical mask and puts it over his face.
I can’t risk getting that Swine Flu...that shit’s crazy, plus the people I am dealing with are the prime carriers of it.
Hardaway wheels the truck around and into the parking lot of a hardware store. He slowly lurks around the parking lot looking for his target. He drives around on this beautiful sunny day at a nice slow speed to make sure he find his target.
Where are these fuckers? There usually here at this time of day.
Hardaway continues lurking around the parking lot. Finally he goes around to the back of the building and what does he see? He see’s what he is looking for...MEXICANS! Hardaway slowly rolls up on them and he stops. He rolls down the driver side window.
Hey Pedro, are you looking for jobs?
One Mexican nods at Hardaway.
Good, I need cheap labor and you taco eaters are prime.
The Mexican starts walking toward the truck.
I need cinco, por favor.
The Mexican says something in Spanish and four other guys follow. Four of them jump in the bed of the truck and one tries to get into the passenger side.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...I don’t need your Swine Flu carrying ass in here! Get in the back there Pedro.
The Mexican nods and gets in the back. Hardaway just shakes his head at the sight of five illegal’s in the back of his truck.
Illegal’s make me sick. They come to our country and sponge off us hard working tax payers. They take our jobs, burden our health care system and just take up space.
Hardaway shakes his head in a disapproving manner.
But today, I will make all Americans proud in what I am going to do. It is something I suggest all Americans do at least once in there life.
Hardaway pulls around and goes driving out of the parking lot. On his way he intentionally speeds up and hits speed bumps at rather quick pace. The Mexicans bob and yell as Hardaway hit’s the speed bumps.
AHAHAHAA.. The Mexicans didn’t like that. Fuck them… They need to go back to there own country. I mean chances are all five of those guys in the back are criminals. They more then likely smoke the marijuana and try and have sex with under aged girls. I mean that’s all there good for, and I don’t want that shit in my country!
Hardaway continues driving down the road and weaving in and out of traffic in a reckless manner with the Mexicans screaming and yelling in Spanish.
I really need to be careful what I do with them in the back of my truck. I mean if they get pissed they could try and attack me with there box cutters.. I mean it’s common knowledge that there favorite weapon is a box cutter. There way too stupid to use a conventional knife...but it’s all good, because if one steps to me I won’t hesitate to shoot them. One less Mexican in America is a victory for all.
Hardaway continues to drive for a few moments without saying anything. Finally he lets out a little laugh.
Let the fireworks begin!
Hardaway pulls into the driveway of a big building and opens the door and steps out.
LA MIGRA! LA MIGRA! LA MIGRA!
All the Mexicans jump out of the truck a look of panic and terror writing across there faces. They all run in different directions as Hardaway is doubled over in laughter! He is laughing because he just took the Mexicans to the office of American Immigration and Naturalization.
Man....that was too fucking awesome. Did you see all them Pedro’s run? Man, I bet they could beat that Bolt dude in the one hundred meters after that!
Hardaway looks at them running from a distance until they are out of sight. He sits down on the hood of the truck and looks at the camera.
Now all this had a meaning...it wasn’t about me just playing the role of the heel and doing something dastardly that causes people to raise their collective eyebrows. The meaning behind this has to do with one of my opponents for Monday, Hector Rodriguez.
Hardaway reaches in his pockets and extracts a cigarette pack, pulls one out and puts it in his mouth. He puts the cigarettes back in his pocket then pulls out a lighter and lights the cigarette and takes a few puffs before speaking again.
The meaning was that much like those Mexicans being in the wrong place at the wrong time so is Hector. See, after a couple wins in a row I am out to stay in my groove and not only that, but this is a good warm up for my title match against Greenfever at One. Because we all know who's coming out on top in that one on Monday.
Hardaway takes another drag and slowly blows the smoke out from his nose. He looks at the camera and continues.
See, Hector is going to not only be my warm up, but he is also going to suffer for the his people. I plan to beat Hector like a Mexican Government donkey. Why? Well his people hop borders and start spreading the swine flu to all us Americans. Not only that but there drug violence is spilling into the streets of America. There endangering the lives of our citizens and that’s is ridiculous.
Hardaway looking a little angry takes a pull from the cigarette and exhales the smoke slowly. He takes a deep breath before continuing.
As if all that isn’t bad enough Hector’s people come here and become a tax burden on us hard working Americans! They come here as illegal’s and mooch off our healthcare, take jobs from citizens who need them, and worst yet by doing all this shit they are taking food out of good Americans mouths during this time of need!
Hardaway finishes his cigarette and drops it to the ground.
So Hector...I hope your ready for Monday, because a country and it’s misgivings will rest solely on your back and I will take it upon myself to make you pay, and I will do it for my beloved country...AMERICA!
A smile slowly creeps over Hardaway's face.
Now I know all that might be a bit harsh to blame all this stuff on Hector, but it’s not. There his people and he chooses to be there little representive so he will catch the shit. Now with that said, I do have a little gift for Hector.
Hardaway walks toward the cab of the truck and pulls out a box. He sets it on top of the hood and slowly opens it. He then slowly pulls out a Mexican flag and he shows it to the camera.
You see, I had all the intentions of coming out here and burning this flag but I am not going to. I mean, I already to know that what I did earlier in this promo will catch me shit so I won’t even do that. So, Hector, I know that your all about your Mexican life and all that shit and if I did something to this flag you’d be angry. Now, I said I won’t burn it but I must say my allergies have been acting up and I have had a runny nose.
Hardaway lifts the flag to his nose and blows hard. He removes it and has a sinister smile written across his face.
Man, feels good to get sinuses clean. I know your pissed now Hector! I feel like I have a cliff hanger hanging from my nose.
Hardaway then takes the flag and picks his nose with it.
Now, I know your seething with anger Hector! I know your lid is about to flip and beans and guacamole is going to shoot everywhere. So I will stop now, but after one more thing.
Hardaway drops the flag behind him and turns his back to the camera and you slowly here the zipper on his pants come down. The camera then fades out before anything can be seen or heard.
I don’t think you guys are ready for what is in this case.
Hardaway smiles at the camera and opens the case just enough so he can peak in. As he closes it down once again he lets out a sinister sounding laugh.
What I have in this case is protection. It is protection a hated man such as myself needs… We could call it my insurance policy if you will. But today, it will be my protection. My protection from a load of people that I plan to anger and anger in a bad, bad way.
Hardaway fully opens the case and pulls out the mystery item.. The mystery item is a shotgun. Not any shotgun, but an expensive Mossberg Mariner shotgun. It is black and sports a pistol handle and is a beautiful piece of pump action shot gunnery.
Now, I know a lot of you are out there thinking, “Hardaway is going to make a snuff film for us. He is going to kill someone.” Now as much as I’d like to go pump some lead into people that won’t happen today...unless I am threatened but I doubt that will happen. Let’s just say these people will be more concerned about running then fighting.
Hardaway slings the gun over his shoulder and turns to walk out the dining room. The camera follows him out the dining room and then eventually out of the house. As they hit the driveway Hardaway walks for a black two door Ford F-150. He walks to the truck and climbs in the cab setting the gun down next to him. He starts the car and pulls out the driveway and begins to talk.
I know a lot of you clueless fuckers are still out there wondering what the fuck I am going to do. Well, I can’t give that away but I will need this...
Hardaway reaches over and opens his glove compartment. He pulls out a surgical mask and puts it over his face.
I can’t risk getting that Swine Flu...that shit’s crazy, plus the people I am dealing with are the prime carriers of it.
Hardaway wheels the truck around and into the parking lot of a hardware store. He slowly lurks around the parking lot looking for his target. He drives around on this beautiful sunny day at a nice slow speed to make sure he find his target.
Where are these fuckers? There usually here at this time of day.
Hardaway continues lurking around the parking lot. Finally he goes around to the back of the building and what does he see? He see’s what he is looking for...MEXICANS! Hardaway slowly rolls up on them and he stops. He rolls down the driver side window.
Hey Pedro, are you looking for jobs?
One Mexican nods at Hardaway.
Good, I need cheap labor and you taco eaters are prime.
The Mexican starts walking toward the truck.
I need cinco, por favor.
The Mexican says something in Spanish and four other guys follow. Four of them jump in the bed of the truck and one tries to get into the passenger side.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...I don’t need your Swine Flu carrying ass in here! Get in the back there Pedro.
The Mexican nods and gets in the back. Hardaway just shakes his head at the sight of five illegal’s in the back of his truck.
Illegal’s make me sick. They come to our country and sponge off us hard working tax payers. They take our jobs, burden our health care system and just take up space.
Hardaway shakes his head in a disapproving manner.
But today, I will make all Americans proud in what I am going to do. It is something I suggest all Americans do at least once in there life.
Hardaway pulls around and goes driving out of the parking lot. On his way he intentionally speeds up and hits speed bumps at rather quick pace. The Mexicans bob and yell as Hardaway hit’s the speed bumps.
AHAHAHAA.. The Mexicans didn’t like that. Fuck them… They need to go back to there own country. I mean chances are all five of those guys in the back are criminals. They more then likely smoke the marijuana and try and have sex with under aged girls. I mean that’s all there good for, and I don’t want that shit in my country!
Hardaway continues driving down the road and weaving in and out of traffic in a reckless manner with the Mexicans screaming and yelling in Spanish.
I really need to be careful what I do with them in the back of my truck. I mean if they get pissed they could try and attack me with there box cutters.. I mean it’s common knowledge that there favorite weapon is a box cutter. There way too stupid to use a conventional knife...but it’s all good, because if one steps to me I won’t hesitate to shoot them. One less Mexican in America is a victory for all.
Hardaway continues to drive for a few moments without saying anything. Finally he lets out a little laugh.
Let the fireworks begin!
Hardaway pulls into the driveway of a big building and opens the door and steps out.
LA MIGRA! LA MIGRA! LA MIGRA!
All the Mexicans jump out of the truck a look of panic and terror writing across there faces. They all run in different directions as Hardaway is doubled over in laughter! He is laughing because he just took the Mexicans to the office of American Immigration and Naturalization.
Man....that was too fucking awesome. Did you see all them Pedro’s run? Man, I bet they could beat that Bolt dude in the one hundred meters after that!
Hardaway looks at them running from a distance until they are out of sight. He sits down on the hood of the truck and looks at the camera.
Now all this had a meaning...it wasn’t about me just playing the role of the heel and doing something dastardly that causes people to raise their collective eyebrows. The meaning behind this has to do with one of my opponents for Monday, Hector Rodriguez.
Hardaway reaches in his pockets and extracts a cigarette pack, pulls one out and puts it in his mouth. He puts the cigarettes back in his pocket then pulls out a lighter and lights the cigarette and takes a few puffs before speaking again.
The meaning was that much like those Mexicans being in the wrong place at the wrong time so is Hector. See, after a couple wins in a row I am out to stay in my groove and not only that, but this is a good warm up for my title match against Greenfever at One. Because we all know who's coming out on top in that one on Monday.
Hardaway takes another drag and slowly blows the smoke out from his nose. He looks at the camera and continues.
See, Hector is going to not only be my warm up, but he is also going to suffer for the his people. I plan to beat Hector like a Mexican Government donkey. Why? Well his people hop borders and start spreading the swine flu to all us Americans. Not only that but there drug violence is spilling into the streets of America. There endangering the lives of our citizens and that’s is ridiculous.
Hardaway looking a little angry takes a pull from the cigarette and exhales the smoke slowly. He takes a deep breath before continuing.
As if all that isn’t bad enough Hector’s people come here and become a tax burden on us hard working Americans! They come here as illegal’s and mooch off our healthcare, take jobs from citizens who need them, and worst yet by doing all this shit they are taking food out of good Americans mouths during this time of need!
Hardaway finishes his cigarette and drops it to the ground.
So Hector...I hope your ready for Monday, because a country and it’s misgivings will rest solely on your back and I will take it upon myself to make you pay, and I will do it for my beloved country...AMERICA!
A smile slowly creeps over Hardaway's face.
Now I know all that might be a bit harsh to blame all this stuff on Hector, but it’s not. There his people and he chooses to be there little representive so he will catch the shit. Now with that said, I do have a little gift for Hector.
Hardaway walks toward the cab of the truck and pulls out a box. He sets it on top of the hood and slowly opens it. He then slowly pulls out a Mexican flag and he shows it to the camera.
You see, I had all the intentions of coming out here and burning this flag but I am not going to. I mean, I already to know that what I did earlier in this promo will catch me shit so I won’t even do that. So, Hector, I know that your all about your Mexican life and all that shit and if I did something to this flag you’d be angry. Now, I said I won’t burn it but I must say my allergies have been acting up and I have had a runny nose.
Hardaway lifts the flag to his nose and blows hard. He removes it and has a sinister smile written across his face.
Man, feels good to get sinuses clean. I know your pissed now Hector! I feel like I have a cliff hanger hanging from my nose.
Hardaway then takes the flag and picks his nose with it.
Now, I know your seething with anger Hector! I know your lid is about to flip and beans and guacamole is going to shoot everywhere. So I will stop now, but after one more thing.
Hardaway drops the flag behind him and turns his back to the camera and you slowly here the zipper on his pants come down. The camera then fades out before anything can be seen or heard.
