Promos -- December 11, 1998

"Big Time Mexican Odyssey Part Two: Hurray For Hollywood"
Date: December 11, 1998
Match: Black Angels vs. Big Time
Fed: EWA

-- The time, about noon on Friday the 11th. The scene, an airplane terminal. Much like the one one we saw yesterday when the dynamic duo of Scott "The Sh*t" Tokage and "Dynamite" Dave Drexxel were last seen by our eyes. There is one major difference though... This one isn't in St. Louis. Unfortunatly it's not in Mexico City either, the city that our heros are so desperatly trying to reach for Saturday's event. We see the two strikingly handsome members of Big Time exit their aircraft. They appear to be blissfully unaware of their current position though. The two men are in high spirits, laughing it up and having a real good time. Well, as good a time as you can have while getting off an airplane anyway. Let's move in a bit closer so we can hear what those models of wrestling perfection are saying. --

Dave: So, here we are. Mexico City at last. Man I'm hungry. Let's go get some tacos. There's bound to be a thousand Taco Bells out here, you know?

Scott: Yeah, I could sure go for a cherry slurpee too. Do they have 7-11s down here?

Dave: Yeah, but they're called "siete-onces" here. We're in Mexico, remember?

Scott: Oh yeah.

-- Scott and Dave walk around the airport trying to find the luggage pick-up place. On they way they pass by a souvineer shop full of t-shirts and postcards that read "I love L.A." and "I went to L.A. and all I got was this lousy t-shirt". Our friends look at each other puzzled for a second. --

Dave: What, uh... hmmm... L.A. t-shirts in Mexico?

Scott: Well they probably just, uh... You see... Damn, I don't know, but the way they run border patrol it might as well be L.A.

-- The two continue looking for the luggage pick-up area. --

Scott: So, you think the Black Angels made it here yet, Dave?

Dave: How the hell should I know? I never look back in coach! But I'll tell you what I'm gonna do to them if they do make it.

Scott: What's that oh fountain of ass kicking know how?

Dave: Well, Scott, I'm gonna beat them pillar to post and give them my patented "Big Bang". But I'm not gonna pin 'em after that. Oh, no. Right before we give 'em the "Damn Good Drop", I'm gonna power bomb the both of them! Yeah, that'll make them pay.

Scott: Yeah. The look on their poor faces after we're done. They'll know what true terror is.

-- Our heroes turn around and find themselves looking straight down the barrels of about ten guns. They have been surrounded by airport security who have overheard parts of their discussion. Mainly the "bomb" and "terror is" (or terrorists to their ears) bits. The biggest of the bunch speaks. --

Security guy #1: Sirs, please come with us. Nobody wants to make a scene here.

-- With security on both sides of them, Scott and Dave calmly go with the men, not realizing what they've just gotten themselves into. --

Dave: Hey guys, is this some kind of photo op? You know we get paid for this kind of thing. I'm not talking pesos either, American cash money!

-- The scene fades to black as the two are being escorted into a dark room. --

-- We fade back in on Scott sitting at a small metal table directly across from one of the security guards. Behind Scott stands Dave. There is a wall length mirror (one way of course) behind the interigator. Behind the mirror are two men looking on and taking notes over the whole event. --

Scott: You don't understand. We gotta meet these guys here Saturday night. They're called the Black Angels. It's gonna be at the Arena Mexico.

-- Behind the mirror. --

Note taker: Get some men down to the Arena Mexico, possible bomb threat. And get some of the boys from the research department to find all the information possible on this Black Angels terrorist group. Go, go, go!!

Dave: Yeah they're the designated jobbers in this region. You know the type, BOOM BOOM BOOM, count the lights! And that's it, a great nights work.

Scott: We have got to be there, fellas. It's in our contract.

-- Behind the mirror. --

Note taker: Okay, we've got a confirmed contract bombing of the Arena Mexico. Wait, did they say they were meeting the Black Angels here? There's no Arena Mexico in L.A.

Dave: If we don't get there then we won't get paid, so you have to let us go! We're Big Time, baby!

Scott: Yeah, come on. What do you say? Be a pal?

-- Behind the mirror. Another guard enters the room with the Note taker. --

New Guard: Hey, John. We just checked these guys profiles and uh, well, they're telling the truth, but they're not terrorists. They're professional wrestlers. They apparantly go by the name of Big Time. They're scheduled to wrestle the Black Angels this Saturday in Mexico.

Note taker: Oh, that changes everything. Let's go get some pictures!

-- The scene changes to a montage of still pictures with "Hurray for Hollywood" playing in the background. --

** The first picture is of Scott and Dave with the entire L.A. airport security force. **

** Next we see them posing in front of a Taco Bell, burritos in both hands. **

** Now they are in front of Manns Chinese Theater. Scott is putting his hands in Robert DeNiro's cement hand prints. Dave is looking a bit confused at this point. **

** Next we see Dave defacing Barbara Streisand's star on the walk of fame by writing "SUCKS" below her name with bright orange spray paint. Scott is standing watch. **

** Next we see them running from the cops. **

** Now they are seen walking out of a 7-11, slurpees in hand. The Hollywood sign is in the background, but our heroes don't see it yet. **

** In the last picture, Scott and Dave are looking quite shocked as they gawk and point at the famous Hollywood sign. **

Scott: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT THE HOLLYWOOD SIGN'S IN UH... HOLLYWOOD!!!!!!

Dave: God dammit son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! God Dammit!

-- As the members of Big Time continue to swear and look confused in the 7-11 parking lot a Mexican man walks out and comes up to our troubled duo. --

Mexican Man: Hey, vato, what's wrong with your amigo?

Scott: Well, we have to be in Mexico City as soon as humanly possible. We thought that's where we were, but...

Dave: God dammit! Son of a bitch! Damn son of a bitch!

Mexican Man: Really? Mexico? You're in luck mi amigo! I'm heading there now with my family. Hop in the back of my truck.

-- Scott expresses his gratitude as Dave continues to spout obscenities. The two climb in the back of the friendly man's truck with all 9 members of his family sitting there smiling warmly at Scott and Dave. The scene fades as the truck starts up and ventures off in the direction of Mexico. Will our heroes ever make it to Arena Mexico? Will they be worn out from all of this travel? Who are the Black Angels anyway? Tune in tonight for the thrilling conclusion of "Big Time's Mexican Odyssey"! --