Post by emokid on Apr 28, 2010 23:35:01 GMT -6
Tyler Guevara stands outside of the San Antonio Spurs basketball facilities in San Antonio. He wears an "Sons of Anarchy" t-shirt, blue jeans, and black and red Anarchy converses. He has a huge smile on his face.
TYLER GUEVARA: If this week was any indication that this country is filled with the biggest hypocrites, liars and thieves in the world....I can't belive the convictions that one Mike Bacsik recieved because of one opinion every American has about Mexicans. It shocks me to no end that one person's convictions can draw so much negative attention. All he did was speak his mind, Is that so wrong? You people, especially, you white trash Texans that badmouth Mexicans every waking day of your life, that think this bogus law in Arizona is okay. Basically, we're saying....no no, we're admitting to being the most racist country in the United States. Mike Bacsik, you are welcome to serve with my Ministry of Hate. We need someone like you.
Chris Angel, you are the Champion. Why don't you act like one? You, like these common American scum, brag about yourselves. You can't stand it if it's someone else. Quite frankly, My team, is fighting team Glory Hound. That's right, three of the biggest, inflated egos that I have ever met. Chris, you lead the pack on inflated egos. You flash that belt, a symbol of greatness around here, like it's your own personal get laid card. You make me sick. We need more role models like me around here, and less bad influences, like you.
Chris P. What can I say that hasn't been said about cancer before. You, just like our "great" champion, thinks the world revolves around you. You think that with Jack Clinton at your side, that makes you such a bad man. Let me tell you something, Crispy, you, like Jack Clinton, are absolutely nothing without your fans. you damn sure ain't me. I don't think I want to waste anymore words on you, because quite frankly talking about you makes me so sick, I want to puke on your shoes.
Now, James Jackson brings on a great point about ducking. Ever since you won that briefcase, man, you have been ducking me hardcore. That's right, America, Jack Clinton is afraid of me, right? You don't want to say my name out loud, because you don't think I'm a threat. Jack, I am more of a threat, than you want to believe. You, are the coward of the team. Don't refute me on this one, man. Because you don't want to say my name. Jack, I want you in that ring to prove to your fans that you have no testicles. That, between your legs, is nothing more than a vagina. But seriously, Jack, I want to slap the ever loving taste out of your mouth. I want to kick you in your, supposed, testicles, and spit in your face. Because, just like America, that's all you deserve.
With James Jackson, and Andy Lionheart on my side, we cannot fail. My Ministry of hate is looking on. This match is an important match in my career. Freedom is just a fairytale, and for team Glory Hound, apptly named, is going to feel that.
Tyler Guevara leaves, as camera fades to black.
TYLER GUEVARA: If this week was any indication that this country is filled with the biggest hypocrites, liars and thieves in the world....I can't belive the convictions that one Mike Bacsik recieved because of one opinion every American has about Mexicans. It shocks me to no end that one person's convictions can draw so much negative attention. All he did was speak his mind, Is that so wrong? You people, especially, you white trash Texans that badmouth Mexicans every waking day of your life, that think this bogus law in Arizona is okay. Basically, we're saying....no no, we're admitting to being the most racist country in the United States. Mike Bacsik, you are welcome to serve with my Ministry of Hate. We need someone like you.
Chris Angel, you are the Champion. Why don't you act like one? You, like these common American scum, brag about yourselves. You can't stand it if it's someone else. Quite frankly, My team, is fighting team Glory Hound. That's right, three of the biggest, inflated egos that I have ever met. Chris, you lead the pack on inflated egos. You flash that belt, a symbol of greatness around here, like it's your own personal get laid card. You make me sick. We need more role models like me around here, and less bad influences, like you.
Chris P. What can I say that hasn't been said about cancer before. You, just like our "great" champion, thinks the world revolves around you. You think that with Jack Clinton at your side, that makes you such a bad man. Let me tell you something, Crispy, you, like Jack Clinton, are absolutely nothing without your fans. you damn sure ain't me. I don't think I want to waste anymore words on you, because quite frankly talking about you makes me so sick, I want to puke on your shoes.
Now, James Jackson brings on a great point about ducking. Ever since you won that briefcase, man, you have been ducking me hardcore. That's right, America, Jack Clinton is afraid of me, right? You don't want to say my name out loud, because you don't think I'm a threat. Jack, I am more of a threat, than you want to believe. You, are the coward of the team. Don't refute me on this one, man. Because you don't want to say my name. Jack, I want you in that ring to prove to your fans that you have no testicles. That, between your legs, is nothing more than a vagina. But seriously, Jack, I want to slap the ever loving taste out of your mouth. I want to kick you in your, supposed, testicles, and spit in your face. Because, just like America, that's all you deserve.
With James Jackson, and Andy Lionheart on my side, we cannot fail. My Ministry of hate is looking on. This match is an important match in my career. Freedom is just a fairytale, and for team Glory Hound, apptly named, is going to feel that.
Tyler Guevara leaves, as camera fades to black.
