Post by "Cholo" Giovanni Santana on Jun 15, 2024 11:41:12 GMT -5
Paco: Give me five brother?
Cholo: What?
Paco: What you told J Mont at Smash.
Cholo: Oh, that.
The scene opens with Cholo and Paco sitting inside of a custom golf cart, not as fancy as J Mont would have, Cholo is anything but fancy, but still pretty cool:
Both are dressed in casual clothes, and sipping on their favorite beverages, that’s Mezcal for Cholo and Tequila for Paco, while hanging at a fancy golf course in Las Vegas.
Paco: Are you Terry Marshall now, brother?
Cholo: Huh?
Cholo thinks on this and then a disturbing image comes into his head.
Cholo: Oh hell no!!! I was just, caught in the moment, I don’t know… I’m just having fun with it. You know me.
Paco: Yes, I do know you, or I think I do, not sure now-a-days.
Cholo: Come on tio.
Paco: Nah, don’t “come on tio” me. Tell me straight up, are you the 5th member of Team Mont?
Cholo: Leave it alone tio, you know I can’t tell you.
Paco: Like hell you can’t.
Cholo: Sorry jefe, you, like everyone else, has to wait for War Games.
Paco gives Cholo the evil eye as he finishes his drink.
Paco: Fine, whatever.
Paco puts down his cup and holds up a golf club.
Paco: You ready to do this?
Cholo: Si senor!
He holds up a golf club of his own.
Cholo: Let’s knock out this clown-hole.
They both stand up while still in the golf cart and look towards the horizon and the challenging 18th hole… Cholo points at it with his golf club and lets out a battle cry.
Cholo: Today, you go down payaso maldito!!
As the camera pans out you see people walking a little faster and further away from Cholo’s cart, some concerned parents hugging their kids tightly as they whimper “mommy”. Did we say expensive golf club? We meant miniature ‘Putt-Putt’ golf course just outside the Vegas strip. The dreaded hole 18 is a large animatronic clown head with its tongue rolled out to the green, with the goal being trying to get ball up its tongue and into its mouth. The eyes are huge and light up, moving from right to left to provide additional distractions for the putter. Cholo goes first and does his best to not stare at the big ass clown head while Paco eggs him on.
Paco: Look at Stitches, Cholo!
Cholo: Nope, just going to put my ball and hope it goes in.
Paco: Face your fears! Look at his big white cheeks! At his squeezable large red nose! Look at that green afro, which kind of looks better than yours.
Cholo: Bite your tongue!
Paco: Alright, alright. Just go already.
Cholo hits the ball hard, and it goes up “Stitches’” tongue but the clown closes his teeth and laughs hysterically as the ball bounces off.
Clown: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cholo: oh what the heck! Is that really necessary?!
Paco: Don't mind “Pogo”, just try again.
Cholo grabs his ball, places it, aims and hits it a little harder this time and the ball almost goes in but the teeth block it again and the clown laughs even louder now.
Clown: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cholo: MIERDA! He closed his mouth even faster! Who’s controlling this thing?!
Paco: Probably Clowns-R-Us? Calm down, you’re scaring the children… Remember your Wu-Tang mantra, ‘for the children’. Now, go again.
Cholo: I hate clowns.
Paco: I know, but if you can’t beat this clown, how you going to beat Pogo and Stitches?
Cholo grumbles, places his ball down, takes a deep breath in, waits for the right moment and hits the ball hard. This time the ball goes right in!
Cholo: ARRIBA!
But then the clown spits it out and laughs even more maniacally now.
Clown: *HACK!* *SPIT!* AHAHAHAHAHA!
Cholo: YOU’RE GOING TO DIE STITCHES!
Clown: uh oh…
Paco: CHOLO, NO!
Cholo charges at the large clown head and swings the club wildly, knocking it’s big red nose of it. Sparks begin to fly from the animatronic.
Cholo: YOU THINK THAT’S FUNNY?! I DON’T HEAR YOU LAUGHING NOW POGO?!
Cholo begins to smash the clown all over the place with the club, causing more sparks and eventually it catches on fire. Paco turns him around, grabbing him by his shoulder and begins shaking him.
Paco: Wake up Cholo! Wake up!
Cholo: huh?!
Paco is not Paco any more but Cynthia Chambers, the Monday Night Smash reporter, and Cholo is no longer at the miniature golf course, but in his bed, naked, but covered at the waist by his silk sheets.
Cholo: Ms. Chambers, how, what… what are you doing here?
She sits up on the bed, holding up the sheets up to her shoulders to cover herself up with one hand, while caressing Cholo’s face with the other.
Cynthia: You promised me an exclusive remember? And, hmmm, did I get one.
Cholo thinks hard but he can’t seem to remember the night before. Cynthia notices the struggle in his facial expression.
Cynthia: What is it? The nightmare? Was it Clowns-R-Us again?
Cholo: Huh? Oh, no, I mean, yes… It was the weirdest dream, I was playing the role of Happy Gilmore in his movie, you know, the scene where Chubbs is teaching him how to putt at the miniature golf course?
Cynthia: Um, no, can’t say that I’ve seen that before.
Cholo: What, really? It’s a classic. Here.
Cholo reaches for his phone on his nightstand, fires up YouTube and looks for the clip. Once he finds it, he skips to the 2:20 mark and shows Cynthia.
Cynthia laughs hysterically, but Cholo doesn’t, as his concern is real. He puts his phone away and then gets a little annoyed as Cynthia continues to laugh like she just watched the funniest thing in the world. She covers herself with the blankets, as she can’t contain her laughter. Cholo now gets pissed, which is something we rarely see.
Cholo: Orale, that’s enough Cynthia! Knock it off!
Cholo pulls the blanket off her and he jumps back.
Cynthia: Oh why so serious Cholo?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cholo falls to the floor as Cynthia is now “Peppy” The Musical Clown, a clown from an arcade game that always freaked out Cholo as a kid.
Cholo: ARGH!!!!
Paco: Mi’jo what the hell?! Sit your ass down!
Cholo opens his eyes and finds himself now in his personal jet, standing on his white leather seat. Food and drinks are all over the place and Paco, who is seating across from him is looking at him like a man possessed.
Cholo: Paco?!
Paco: Last time I checked, yeah.
Cholo: Is this real?
Paco: The hell you mean?
Cholo: Prove me I’m not dreaming.
Paco: oh okay, sure, let’s see.
Paco removes his seatbelt, stands up and punches Cholo on his cojones.
Cholo: HIJO DE PUTAAA!
Cholo doubles over and falls down to the floor.
Paco: Real enough for ya?
Cholo curses in Spanish. Moments later, Cholo has gotten his bearings, and is seating across from Paco with a bucket of ice in between his legs.
Paco: The nightmares again huh?
Cholo: Yeah, they’re so real too. Anyway, where are we?
Paco: We just landed in Vegas, almost at the hangar… Landing was a little rough cuz it was thunder-storming and that’s when you woke up all loco.
Cholo: I see... I’ll call CJ from the limo to let him know we’re in town.
The scene shifts to the limo, where Cholo pulls out his mobile and calls CJ. After a moment or two, CJ answers.
Cholo: Hey Phoenix, what’s up man? Yeah, we landed a little bit ago. Cholo's just gonna go home first to freshen up and, oh yeah, Cholo told you he has a place in Vegas… Ever since he got a WGWF contract, and since most shows were at first here in Vegas, it was convenient. Like he said, you’re more than welcome to come over and stay… Plenty of guest rooms. Oh alright, it’s cool, nah Cholo gets it. Okay so which casino are we meeting at? Oh, really? Why that one? Okay, got it… Yeah man, Cholo appreciates it. Alright, see you soon. Peace.
Cholo hangs up and then puts away his phone, a look of concern in his face.
Paco: What is it?
Cholo: He wants to meet at Circus-Circus.
Paco: That old creepy casino? I guess that makes sense.
Cholo: I guess so, but man I never thought fighting Stitches would escalate to this. Never thought they would take me not liking clowns so personal. But I stand by what I said, clowns are the devil! So let’s go under the tent, whatever it takes to take down Clowns-R-Us.
Paco: Yup, and then you can focus on taking down CJ Phoenix.
Cholo doesn’t answer, just looks out the window at the Las Vegas strip, feeling more determined then ever, ready to face his fears, Clowns-R-Us, and his failures, CJ Phoenix, but first, he must tag with him.
Cholo: What?
Paco: What you told J Mont at Smash.
Cholo: Oh, that.
The scene opens with Cholo and Paco sitting inside of a custom golf cart, not as fancy as J Mont would have, Cholo is anything but fancy, but still pretty cool:
Both are dressed in casual clothes, and sipping on their favorite beverages, that’s Mezcal for Cholo and Tequila for Paco, while hanging at a fancy golf course in Las Vegas.
Paco: Are you Terry Marshall now, brother?
Cholo: Huh?
Cholo thinks on this and then a disturbing image comes into his head.
Cholo: Oh hell no!!! I was just, caught in the moment, I don’t know… I’m just having fun with it. You know me.
Paco: Yes, I do know you, or I think I do, not sure now-a-days.
Cholo: Come on tio.
Paco: Nah, don’t “come on tio” me. Tell me straight up, are you the 5th member of Team Mont?
Cholo: Leave it alone tio, you know I can’t tell you.
Paco: Like hell you can’t.
Cholo: Sorry jefe, you, like everyone else, has to wait for War Games.
Paco gives Cholo the evil eye as he finishes his drink.
Paco: Fine, whatever.
Paco puts down his cup and holds up a golf club.
Paco: You ready to do this?
Cholo: Si senor!
He holds up a golf club of his own.
Cholo: Let’s knock out this clown-hole.
They both stand up while still in the golf cart and look towards the horizon and the challenging 18th hole… Cholo points at it with his golf club and lets out a battle cry.
Cholo: Today, you go down payaso maldito!!
As the camera pans out you see people walking a little faster and further away from Cholo’s cart, some concerned parents hugging their kids tightly as they whimper “mommy”. Did we say expensive golf club? We meant miniature ‘Putt-Putt’ golf course just outside the Vegas strip. The dreaded hole 18 is a large animatronic clown head with its tongue rolled out to the green, with the goal being trying to get ball up its tongue and into its mouth. The eyes are huge and light up, moving from right to left to provide additional distractions for the putter. Cholo goes first and does his best to not stare at the big ass clown head while Paco eggs him on.
Paco: Look at Stitches, Cholo!
Cholo: Nope, just going to put my ball and hope it goes in.
Paco: Face your fears! Look at his big white cheeks! At his squeezable large red nose! Look at that green afro, which kind of looks better than yours.
Cholo: Bite your tongue!
Paco: Alright, alright. Just go already.
Cholo hits the ball hard, and it goes up “Stitches’” tongue but the clown closes his teeth and laughs hysterically as the ball bounces off.
Clown: HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cholo: oh what the heck! Is that really necessary?!
Paco: Don't mind “Pogo”, just try again.
Cholo grabs his ball, places it, aims and hits it a little harder this time and the ball almost goes in but the teeth block it again and the clown laughs even louder now.
Clown: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cholo: MIERDA! He closed his mouth even faster! Who’s controlling this thing?!
Paco: Probably Clowns-R-Us? Calm down, you’re scaring the children… Remember your Wu-Tang mantra, ‘for the children’. Now, go again.
Cholo: I hate clowns.
Paco: I know, but if you can’t beat this clown, how you going to beat Pogo and Stitches?
Cholo grumbles, places his ball down, takes a deep breath in, waits for the right moment and hits the ball hard. This time the ball goes right in!
Cholo: ARRIBA!
But then the clown spits it out and laughs even more maniacally now.
Clown: *HACK!* *SPIT!* AHAHAHAHAHA!
Cholo: YOU’RE GOING TO DIE STITCHES!
Clown: uh oh…
Paco: CHOLO, NO!
Cholo charges at the large clown head and swings the club wildly, knocking it’s big red nose of it. Sparks begin to fly from the animatronic.
Cholo: YOU THINK THAT’S FUNNY?! I DON’T HEAR YOU LAUGHING NOW POGO?!
Cholo begins to smash the clown all over the place with the club, causing more sparks and eventually it catches on fire. Paco turns him around, grabbing him by his shoulder and begins shaking him.
Paco: Wake up Cholo! Wake up!
Cholo: huh?!
Paco is not Paco any more but Cynthia Chambers, the Monday Night Smash reporter, and Cholo is no longer at the miniature golf course, but in his bed, naked, but covered at the waist by his silk sheets.
Cholo: Ms. Chambers, how, what… what are you doing here?
She sits up on the bed, holding up the sheets up to her shoulders to cover herself up with one hand, while caressing Cholo’s face with the other.
Cynthia: You promised me an exclusive remember? And, hmmm, did I get one.
Cholo thinks hard but he can’t seem to remember the night before. Cynthia notices the struggle in his facial expression.
Cynthia: What is it? The nightmare? Was it Clowns-R-Us again?
Cholo: Huh? Oh, no, I mean, yes… It was the weirdest dream, I was playing the role of Happy Gilmore in his movie, you know, the scene where Chubbs is teaching him how to putt at the miniature golf course?
Cynthia: Um, no, can’t say that I’ve seen that before.
Cholo: What, really? It’s a classic. Here.
Cholo reaches for his phone on his nightstand, fires up YouTube and looks for the clip. Once he finds it, he skips to the 2:20 mark and shows Cynthia.
Cynthia laughs hysterically, but Cholo doesn’t, as his concern is real. He puts his phone away and then gets a little annoyed as Cynthia continues to laugh like she just watched the funniest thing in the world. She covers herself with the blankets, as she can’t contain her laughter. Cholo now gets pissed, which is something we rarely see.
Cholo: Orale, that’s enough Cynthia! Knock it off!
Cholo pulls the blanket off her and he jumps back.
Cynthia: Oh why so serious Cholo?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cholo falls to the floor as Cynthia is now “Peppy” The Musical Clown, a clown from an arcade game that always freaked out Cholo as a kid.
Cholo: ARGH!!!!
Paco: Mi’jo what the hell?! Sit your ass down!
Cholo opens his eyes and finds himself now in his personal jet, standing on his white leather seat. Food and drinks are all over the place and Paco, who is seating across from him is looking at him like a man possessed.
Cholo: Paco?!
Paco: Last time I checked, yeah.
Cholo: Is this real?
Paco: The hell you mean?
Cholo: Prove me I’m not dreaming.
Paco: oh okay, sure, let’s see.
Paco removes his seatbelt, stands up and punches Cholo on his cojones.
Cholo: HIJO DE PUTAAA!
Cholo doubles over and falls down to the floor.
Paco: Real enough for ya?
Cholo curses in Spanish. Moments later, Cholo has gotten his bearings, and is seating across from Paco with a bucket of ice in between his legs.
Paco: The nightmares again huh?
Cholo: Yeah, they’re so real too. Anyway, where are we?
Paco: We just landed in Vegas, almost at the hangar… Landing was a little rough cuz it was thunder-storming and that’s when you woke up all loco.
Cholo: I see... I’ll call CJ from the limo to let him know we’re in town.
The scene shifts to the limo, where Cholo pulls out his mobile and calls CJ. After a moment or two, CJ answers.
Cholo: Hey Phoenix, what’s up man? Yeah, we landed a little bit ago. Cholo's just gonna go home first to freshen up and, oh yeah, Cholo told you he has a place in Vegas… Ever since he got a WGWF contract, and since most shows were at first here in Vegas, it was convenient. Like he said, you’re more than welcome to come over and stay… Plenty of guest rooms. Oh alright, it’s cool, nah Cholo gets it. Okay so which casino are we meeting at? Oh, really? Why that one? Okay, got it… Yeah man, Cholo appreciates it. Alright, see you soon. Peace.
Cholo hangs up and then puts away his phone, a look of concern in his face.
Paco: What is it?
Cholo: He wants to meet at Circus-Circus.
Paco: That old creepy casino? I guess that makes sense.
Cholo: I guess so, but man I never thought fighting Stitches would escalate to this. Never thought they would take me not liking clowns so personal. But I stand by what I said, clowns are the devil! So let’s go under the tent, whatever it takes to take down Clowns-R-Us.
Paco: Yup, and then you can focus on taking down CJ Phoenix.
Cholo doesn’t answer, just looks out the window at the Las Vegas strip, feeling more determined then ever, ready to face his fears, Clowns-R-Us, and his failures, CJ Phoenix, but first, he must tag with him.