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Entrance:
[The lights begin to flash in red and green as the slow horn and bass drum tracks of
Deliquent Habits "Return of Tres Delinquentes" begins to kick up over the PA system!
Images of Colt Montana flash on the screen as the black and white mask of the zany
Luchadore mesh across the SPWTron showing Colt is slowly spinning on a rotating
disc as he keeps trying to twist to look back over his shoulder to stare menacingly at
the camera. Fireworks explode from the center of the stage!!]
"There aint no next in line you'll find me out
All you gonna need no greed and no fear
At least 3.5 to keep your section in tune
Release and unleash the perfection!
This wont stop til the cops come blocking
With the 12 gauge shots sweeping me off the block HA!"
"VVVWOOOOSSSHHH!!!!"
[And Colt Montana goes halfway up through the bottom of the stage, but the elevator
doesn't go all the way and he has to climb up over the side to get up onto the metal
platform! The fans pop as Montana stands in a fringed NRK poncho, and turning sideways,
begins to strut down the ramp clenching his fingers as red and green spotlights circle and
flash overhead!]
"Cause in these days I pray with take flights
I sleep and smoke all day and works nights
Rock Right or Left Coasters it's only right
I give a toast to serve host to all y'all folks HA
It's probably hitting from madness we throw down
We bring the six sides so gather 'round"
[Heading across the aisle, Colt slaps hands with the fans and gets pulled nearly into the
stands by a giant enthusiastic woman! Hey, there's ALWAYS ONE! Anyhow Colt does
his best to escape her gravitational pull as he slides back down and now sweating in fear,
creeps to the other side and goes to high five a bunch of kids who probably can't eat him.
Montana turns around heading towards the ring, fist in the air as he struts and slides from
foot to foot, hitting the edge of the ring and twisting to roll right inside, popping up to
throw his hands up high!]
"Que undas muchacho arriba las manos gavatcho mureno penetra unbarrio
Este usi colorse right back frente Mexican esto parajente
It's no coincidence the vato team -push the brainstorm the ancient metaphorm,
And did I mention the anch or what the whole damnation from block to block
It don't stop till we see the cops movin' to our bench spot hip hop wont stop
[Montana goes to the bottom rope and bouncing on it, points to the fans and jumps back
down to cartwheel around into a round off kicking his leg up to land with the Au Cortado!
Capoeira nonwithstanding, Colt goes to jump to the nearest second turnbuckle and scales
to the top to point out to the fans! Raising his poncho over his head to throw to the fans,
it gets stuck and man nearly falls right off the buckles to the floor below!!]
"Pop block and pray maybe even skate,
I get my take on the flesh breaks
Bringing real spanish and damage those who imitate
Try to emulate but they fake and they gauge penetrate
Try to stimulate with the sound we love to hate
Put your hands in the sky no lie it feels good,
And my crack gets props in the roughest neighborhoods."
[Red and Green spotlights circle the ring, bathing it in spanish colores as Colt still can't
get the stupid poncho off his head! Resigned, he drops down and heads to the center of
the ring as he tries like crazy to pull the thing off his face until the Referee is forced to step
in and remind him its a snap, releasing Montana from his fringed prison. Colt thanks him
and turns to raise a fist to the hard camera as he pounds his breast and does the shaky fist
clenching dance from side to side!!]
Stone: FROM TIJUANA MEXICO, STANDING 6 FOOT AND WEIGHING IN AT 200 POUNDS,
THIS IS COLT! MONTAAAAAAAAAANNAA!!!
[HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
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