RP#3

The scene opens up somewhere in the middle of no where. There are no buildings, no highways, nothing but a small creek, couple of trees and wide open plains with some beef cattle in them. Riding his horse into the frame is Yugo Phailous. He's watching over the herd as he sits atop his trusty steed Pinto, a all black stud of a horse who is as fast as lightening. Pinto walks up to the banks of the creek and lowers his head to drink some water because even the most bad asses of horses have to drink. Yugo faces the camera and touches the tip of his hat.

"So the time has come once again for Yugo Phailous to once again jump in the ring and show the world just how great he is."

Yugo leans forward and puts his one hand next to his mouth.

"Because every lady from here and Texas already know how awesome I am in the sack!"

Yugo crosses his arms across his lap as Pinto continues drinking water.

"After beating Chad Vargas a couple of weeks back, like I said I would the powers that be have randomly paired me, Yugo Phailous with Johnny Bonecrusher to face Chad Vargas and Leo Banks and while everyone will sit on the edge of their seats and wait for chaos to break out. What the MSW have unknowingly done will alter the future of the MSW and professional wrestling forever!"

Yugo nods slightly being dead serious.

"The old timers always say that hindsight is 20-20 and someday when it is all said and done. They who write the history books will look back on this day, this match, this random pairing and they will know when the most deadliest team to ever step in that ring.....was born. Yes sir. You may think that sticking Johnny Bonecrusher with Yugo Phailous is nothing more than something to do to get us both on the show and allow that sobbing little bitch Chad Vargas on TV because you know, "he deserves much more than back to back dark matches" but at the end of the night, no one will be talking about the new MSW champion."

Yugo leans forward.

"No sir. They will be talking about the birth of pure death. The most lethal team to ever step in that ring. You see Leo, Chad. When you take someone like Johnny Bonecrusher, who by the way should be facing Manning for the strap. And you pair him up with the likes of me. The lone self cowboy. The death dealer himself."

Yugo puts his hand up to his mouth and cups the side of it.

"Slayer of Hymens if you know what I mean."

Yugo sits up in the saddle.

"Then only naturally the most devastating...
Destructive....
Abusive...
Dominate.....
Tag team of all time, is of course is what the outcome is going to be. I don't blame you Leo if you don't show up. If you back out. Hell I would. Because you know what awaits you."

Yugo smirks and pats the side of his horse, Pinto.

"Two black eyes, a broken nose and a fitting for some dentures. This will be a knock down drag out take no prisoner match that someone like you, just weren't born to win. And as far as that whinnying cry baby Chad Vargas goes. He'll wish he was back in those dark matches where he can score those fat chicks to nurse his bumps and bruises away once he is reminded of what it feels to lose to me again. For I ride through the shadow of death with out a concern for my well being for I am the grim reaper himself."

The camera zooms in on Yugo Phailous.

"For I am Yugo Phailous...."

Yugo touches the brim of his hat.

"And death is following me."