The bad apple...
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 11:56 pm
Sorry it is so short. I live in Missouri but have been down in Florida the past couple of days seeing my family. Gave all I had. :D
| Carlito is standing in front of the camera as if he is waiting to talk. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans and an orange shirt displaying his name and picture. After a couple of awkward moments of silence he looks in to the camera and begins to talk. |
-Carlito- Hey guys, it’s your favorite Caribbean superstar… Carlito! | Carlito smiles in to the camera. | I have been asked by the EBWF to let cameras follow me around today to see how I prepare for my debut match in EBWF. You know what I said? “That’s Cool!” So here we are, at the hotel, and I am getting ready to get into my ride and head to the Quicken Loans Arena. I wasn’t thinking this morning when I got dressed, I’m not used to this winter cold weather. It’s not cold like this when you are hanging out in the Caribbean living the dream! Anyway, let’s roll!
| Carlito put his bag in the back of the car and jumped in the driver’s seat of the car. As he is driving to the arena the camera man asks him a couple of questions about his debut match. |
Camera Man: So Carlito, you said earlier that this is your debut match for EBWF. How are you feeling going in to the night?
-Carlito- I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit nervous. However, me being nervous has nothing to do with who I am stepping in to the ring with. Me being nervous has almost everything to do with knowing that in a few hours I am going to be performing for the best, most knowledgeable fans in professional wrestling. You can’t fake these guys out. They know if you are not giving your all. They know if you are trying to shortcut your way to the top. I just hope I can come out and put on a show they feel is entertaining. Honestly, I don’t really care if I go out there and get my butt handed to myself. As long as the fans leave with a smile on their face and know that I gave all I had for them that is what I care about.
Camera Man: So you are saying that you don’t care if you win or lose to Seth Rollins?
-Carlito- Whoa there Skippy! I knew you would say something like that. I mean sure I may have implied that or something, but you better know that I did not leave my last gig to come here and be a loser. When it comes to professional wrestling, Colon is not a name associated with losing. Never has been, and won’t start to be now. I intend to win tonight, just like I intend to win every time I step out from behind those curtains and in front of the thousands and thousands of screaming fans. I am a Colon, I am a good apple. | Carlito smiles at while looking ahead driving. | Good apples give it their all and win matches that entertain everyone. Bad apples?... Bad apples cut corners and ride coat tails of people better than them. Seth Rollins? He is a bad apple, and you can take my word for it, I know a thing or two about rotten apples.
| The car abruptly comes to a stop. Carlito looks at the camera man and smiles. |
-Carlito- Looks like we are here. The house that LeBron built. Ahh…
| Carlito opens the door and grabs his bag from the back seat. He walks in to the arena where he quickly finds the shared locker room with his name on it. Before he can close the door though, Chris Jericho walks by and enters his own personal locker room. |
-Carlito- Now that we are here in the arena it is time to put the game face on. One day, I will have my own locker room like he has. All to myself, so I don’t have to share it with these quashie that have been trying to make their names known here for a long time now, with no prevail. Tonight, I start my climb up the peripheral EBWF ladder. Tonight, I open the eyes of these fans, and the eyes of this management. Tonight I will make Seth Rollins a believer in the Apple Squad. The Apple Squad? We just beat down losers and spit apples in the face of people who don’t want to be cool. | Carlito pauses. | I might find myself with an issue tonight. I usually spit in the face of people who don’t want to be cool… but tonight I will spit in the face of a person who tries everything in his power to be cool, but fails. Seth Rollins, whether it is the fact that you wear leather to the ring, or the face that you have skunk living on the top of your head, you obviously do all you can to try to be cool. But you aren’t cool, my brother. Do you know what is cool? | Carlito points at himself. | THIS IS COOL! Notice the bright orange shirt, not leather. Notice the amazing afro of perfection… NOT a dead dirty multi colored skunk! I turn the tables on you tonight Seth Rollins. Usually skunks like to spray their attackers by turning their back sides and lifting their dirty stinky tails! Tonight, I spray on you. Face to face. And not smelly skunk spray… but chewed up apple! Tonight, I prove to the World that you are nothing but a dirty rotten apple who is anything but cool. And me? I SPIT IN THE FACE OF PEOPLE WHO… AREN’T… COOL!
| Carlito pulls a red apple seemingly out of nowhere and takes a bite out of it. He chews it for a couple of moments and then spits it at the camera held by the camera man. |
-Carlito- Now that!? THAT was COOL!
| Fades to darkness. |
-Carlito- Hey guys, it’s your favorite Caribbean superstar… Carlito! | Carlito smiles in to the camera. | I have been asked by the EBWF to let cameras follow me around today to see how I prepare for my debut match in EBWF. You know what I said? “That’s Cool!” So here we are, at the hotel, and I am getting ready to get into my ride and head to the Quicken Loans Arena. I wasn’t thinking this morning when I got dressed, I’m not used to this winter cold weather. It’s not cold like this when you are hanging out in the Caribbean living the dream! Anyway, let’s roll!
| Carlito put his bag in the back of the car and jumped in the driver’s seat of the car. As he is driving to the arena the camera man asks him a couple of questions about his debut match. |
Camera Man: So Carlito, you said earlier that this is your debut match for EBWF. How are you feeling going in to the night?
-Carlito- I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit nervous. However, me being nervous has nothing to do with who I am stepping in to the ring with. Me being nervous has almost everything to do with knowing that in a few hours I am going to be performing for the best, most knowledgeable fans in professional wrestling. You can’t fake these guys out. They know if you are not giving your all. They know if you are trying to shortcut your way to the top. I just hope I can come out and put on a show they feel is entertaining. Honestly, I don’t really care if I go out there and get my butt handed to myself. As long as the fans leave with a smile on their face and know that I gave all I had for them that is what I care about.
Camera Man: So you are saying that you don’t care if you win or lose to Seth Rollins?
-Carlito- Whoa there Skippy! I knew you would say something like that. I mean sure I may have implied that or something, but you better know that I did not leave my last gig to come here and be a loser. When it comes to professional wrestling, Colon is not a name associated with losing. Never has been, and won’t start to be now. I intend to win tonight, just like I intend to win every time I step out from behind those curtains and in front of the thousands and thousands of screaming fans. I am a Colon, I am a good apple. | Carlito smiles at while looking ahead driving. | Good apples give it their all and win matches that entertain everyone. Bad apples?... Bad apples cut corners and ride coat tails of people better than them. Seth Rollins? He is a bad apple, and you can take my word for it, I know a thing or two about rotten apples.
| The car abruptly comes to a stop. Carlito looks at the camera man and smiles. |
-Carlito- Looks like we are here. The house that LeBron built. Ahh…
| Carlito opens the door and grabs his bag from the back seat. He walks in to the arena where he quickly finds the shared locker room with his name on it. Before he can close the door though, Chris Jericho walks by and enters his own personal locker room. |
-Carlito- Now that we are here in the arena it is time to put the game face on. One day, I will have my own locker room like he has. All to myself, so I don’t have to share it with these quashie that have been trying to make their names known here for a long time now, with no prevail. Tonight, I start my climb up the peripheral EBWF ladder. Tonight, I open the eyes of these fans, and the eyes of this management. Tonight I will make Seth Rollins a believer in the Apple Squad. The Apple Squad? We just beat down losers and spit apples in the face of people who don’t want to be cool. | Carlito pauses. | I might find myself with an issue tonight. I usually spit in the face of people who don’t want to be cool… but tonight I will spit in the face of a person who tries everything in his power to be cool, but fails. Seth Rollins, whether it is the fact that you wear leather to the ring, or the face that you have skunk living on the top of your head, you obviously do all you can to try to be cool. But you aren’t cool, my brother. Do you know what is cool? | Carlito points at himself. | THIS IS COOL! Notice the bright orange shirt, not leather. Notice the amazing afro of perfection… NOT a dead dirty multi colored skunk! I turn the tables on you tonight Seth Rollins. Usually skunks like to spray their attackers by turning their back sides and lifting their dirty stinky tails! Tonight, I spray on you. Face to face. And not smelly skunk spray… but chewed up apple! Tonight, I prove to the World that you are nothing but a dirty rotten apple who is anything but cool. And me? I SPIT IN THE FACE OF PEOPLE WHO… AREN’T… COOL!
| Carlito pulls a red apple seemingly out of nowhere and takes a bite out of it. He chews it for a couple of moments and then spits it at the camera held by the camera man. |
-Carlito- Now that!? THAT was COOL!
| Fades to darkness. |