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[video=youtube;k8c6_aBVrPk]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8c6_aBVrPk[/video]
The crowd is quite shocked by the sound of this Sinatra-esque theme pumping through the PA system. Then, emerging from the back is what looks like Chavo Guerrero on a golf cart followed by a golf caddy.
He rides it all the way down the ramp and right next to the ring. He circles it one time, smiling at all of the stunned fans here in attendance. Chavo gets out and grabs a mic and heads into the ring.
Kerwin White: You people looked shocked to see me. You people are shocked you didn't hear my familiar theme song pumping from the audio trucks. “OOOOOHH CHAVO!†No, that's not me anymore. You might know me as Chavo Guerrero, member of the prestigious and legendary Guerrero family. But really, what has being a Guerrero really done for me in my career? Let's see, I've fought midgets, been jobbed out to pretty much everyone and their dogs, and only ever won the ECW Title. If you ask me, that's not me.
The crowd honestly has no idea what to make of Chavo here tonight.
Kerwin White: That is why, here tonight, I have decided to do something that I should have done a LONG time ago. I am denouncing not only my Guerrero namesake, but my entire Latin heritage. I don't want Cinco De Mayo celebrations anymore nor do I feel the need to speak Spanish of any sort. In my eyes, my raising in the Mexican culture has been nothing but a distraction, a setback, and an utter disgusting waste of my time!
The crowd is boo-ing Chavo right out of the building here tonight. He smiles right back to retort.
Kerwin White: I want the finer things in life. I want the white picket fence. I want the fancy Hybrid cars. I want the frequent coffee drinkers cards from Starbucks. I want the lucrative stock options. And most importantly, I want to win championships. From this day forward, from now on, you all can consider Chavo Guerrero dead and buried. Gone for good. The only thing left is the man who stands before you: Kerwin White. So, to each and every superstar sitting in the backstage locker room area, keep this in mind: If It's Not White, It's Not Right!
Chavo.....err I mean Kerwin drops the mic and climbs back into his cart and drives towards the back as the crowd continues to boo him out of the building.
OOC: I would really appreciate feedback on this!
The crowd is quite shocked by the sound of this Sinatra-esque theme pumping through the PA system. Then, emerging from the back is what looks like Chavo Guerrero on a golf cart followed by a golf caddy.
He rides it all the way down the ramp and right next to the ring. He circles it one time, smiling at all of the stunned fans here in attendance. Chavo gets out and grabs a mic and heads into the ring.
Kerwin White: You people looked shocked to see me. You people are shocked you didn't hear my familiar theme song pumping from the audio trucks. “OOOOOHH CHAVO!†No, that's not me anymore. You might know me as Chavo Guerrero, member of the prestigious and legendary Guerrero family. But really, what has being a Guerrero really done for me in my career? Let's see, I've fought midgets, been jobbed out to pretty much everyone and their dogs, and only ever won the ECW Title. If you ask me, that's not me.
The crowd honestly has no idea what to make of Chavo here tonight.
Kerwin White: That is why, here tonight, I have decided to do something that I should have done a LONG time ago. I am denouncing not only my Guerrero namesake, but my entire Latin heritage. I don't want Cinco De Mayo celebrations anymore nor do I feel the need to speak Spanish of any sort. In my eyes, my raising in the Mexican culture has been nothing but a distraction, a setback, and an utter disgusting waste of my time!
The crowd is boo-ing Chavo right out of the building here tonight. He smiles right back to retort.
Kerwin White: I want the finer things in life. I want the white picket fence. I want the fancy Hybrid cars. I want the frequent coffee drinkers cards from Starbucks. I want the lucrative stock options. And most importantly, I want to win championships. From this day forward, from now on, you all can consider Chavo Guerrero dead and buried. Gone for good. The only thing left is the man who stands before you: Kerwin White. So, to each and every superstar sitting in the backstage locker room area, keep this in mind: If It's Not White, It's Not Right!
Chavo.....err I mean Kerwin drops the mic and climbs back into his cart and drives towards the back as the crowd continues to boo him out of the building.
OOC: I would really appreciate feedback on this!
