Post by Tim on Aug 23, 2011 9:23:02 GMT -5
Tuesday 23 August 2011
El Mideo's Hotel Room
9:53 PM
El Mideo Extremo and his agent are watching Da Funk's promo.
"If I went into any more details I'd shit myself just thinking about it, but I'll make DAMN sure you know it like you know how to cook burritos. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an elaborate jacket to furnish. PEACE."
The agent turns off the TV.
"Who the hell does he think he is? Just because he's an established star, he thinks he has the balls to say shit about you."
El Mideo swipes his hand away. He doesn't mind about the insults.
"You're not pissed?"
Confused, he starts to smile.
"You are such an attention seeker. But you should keep gaining more attention by winning matches. The more wins you get, the more famous you become. And to start off, you have to beat this living joke to a bloody mess. Got it?"
El Mideo nods. He yawns. He tells his agent to leave.
"Good idea. You need some energy. I'm outta here."[/i]
The agent leaves the room. El Mideo takes his mask off and puts it on the mannequin head. His face isn't shown as he turns off the lights.
