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Suddenly, the crowd erupts ever so slightly at the anticipation of the arrival of the Mexican King of the Mountain! We see
Ricardo Rodriguez with his neck brace step out onto stage, microphone in hand. With a painful smile, Ricardo goes about what he does best; introducing his hero and employer.
Señoras y señores:
He regresado a tiempo para hacer la manera para el héroe más grande de todo México!
El hijo favorito de los muchos luchadores grandes de la familia de Del Rio!
The camera catches sight of
Del Rio driving in behind the wheel of an outrageously expensive white sedan as we hear Ricardo continue.
Cabalga en como en un caballo blanco al rescate de todos ustedes aquà en Smackdown! Enfrentarse a los gustos de YES!, asà como todos otros villanos infames que se atreven a oponerse a él!
Él es el mejor luchador de la gracia de siempre UWF!
Él es mi héroe! Mi empleador!
Es Alllllllllllberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtoooooooooooooooo Delllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooo!
The crowd gives a decent pop as the
Brawler doesn't look impressed with the fancy car or entrance. Ricky cuts it short (believe it or not) and rubs his neck as he walks half way down the ramp and waits.
Alberto blasts out of beautiful white car spinning for the delight of the crowd and stops with an amazing, blazing white smile. After posing for the crowd, he walks over to join Ricardo. After asking him if he is ok, the duo walks triumphantly down the ramp. Helping his boss into the ring, he proudly hands him the microphone and grabs his neck again.
Alberto smiles and addresses Ricardo: Thank you, mi amigo! And let me say, it is so good to see you back where you belong!
Ricardo smiles and bows slightly and gracefully. Del Rio turns and looks over the invader from Brooklyn.
Del Rio: My name is…
The Brooklyn Brawler breaks in rudely: Whataya want, Paco? If you the valet, yo brought me the wrong car! Mine’s the ’77 impala with the nice steak of rust down the side! Now, go back and try again.
Del Rio looks both annoyed and amused: My name…is not PACO…OH, NO! My name is Alberto Del Rio…but apparently you do not know that. And I wonder to myself why that is. Does it have something to do with the rock you just pulled yourself out from under, my friend? I mean, by the look of your attire, it seems to me that you must have been there, what, two to three decades? And why is that you did not stay there? Hmmm? Obviously, my disheveled old man, it must go back to all the beatings you took at the hands of EACH and EVERY WWE superstar! I mean, how many piledrivers, pedigrees, sweet chins, WORMS do you need to take before you slowly lose your mind along with your dignity!
The Brawler says a few curse words off the microphone between him and
Del Rio.
Albertocontinues:
And you have the audacity to come out here and insult my friend and compadre, Jeff Jarrett! A man who has risen to greater heights in this business than most of those you jobbed to! No, you are in no position to challenge anyone my dear sir. In fact, the only one you would be worthy to fight would be my good friend, Ricardo here!
The crowd cheers as Ricardo gets that shocked look on his face and waves his boss off.
Del Rio: But, alas, he is injured, so that would be unfair to him.
Ricardo smiles nervously and agrees wholeheartedly.
Del Rio: No, that will not happen. But seeing as none of the roster has the guts to step out and accept your challenge…
Alberto finds himself interrupted rudely.
OCC: Permission to talk for the Brawler and Permission granted to speak limitedly for Del Rio
ALSO, if anyone ELSE wants to jump in, feel free! The more the merrier!