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| Late Night Munchies; A Big Country Promotion | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 26 2010, 03:53 AM (46 Views) | |
| aaaantoine | Jun 26 2010, 03:53 AM Post #1 |
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The scene opens in one of my newer favorite settings: the camera peering from the front seat into the back of a large SUV. Sitting in the two seats most visible, from left to right, are Fighting Spirit Champion "Big Country" Rick Nuller, and his tag-team partner turned business partner "Big" Bob DeFarma. The two large men sit silent for a while on the large and cozy bench seat, Rick looking out his window and Bob paying attention to all that passes by his own window. The only lights that come in through the windows are from the street lamps and other cars. We're well past dusk at this point. Big Country: Remind me again, Bob, why we haven't opened a place in Sacramento. Bob continues studying outside his window. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Saturated market, Rick. Big Country: Mhm. "Big" Bob DeFarma: We'll find a place. "Good, 'cause I'm starvin', man." Just then, in the row behind Bob and Rick, Daniel Brooks sits up from laying across the third-row bench seat and pops his head into view. Rick continues to stare out the window but raises his voice a bit. Big Country: Hey, Paul! Make a left up here. This looks like a main drag. Paul: Yeah, alright. The scenery that can be seen through the windows of the truck shift in such a way as to indicate that they are, in fact, turning left. Daniel Brooks: Can't we just stop at a Black Castle or something? The Big Boys each make stink faces. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Boy, don't you have any taste in food? Daniel Brooks: Sure I do. I like it all, man. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Well, too bad. I can't eat Black Castle burgers anyway on account of my gall bladder. Daniel Brooks: Damn. Rick points out his window. Big Country: How about there? Bob and Dan turn their heads to look. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Looks closed. Rick takes a breath. Big Country: I guess it does. Daniel Brooks: Dude! Everything is closed! It's f***in' 11:30 on a Thursday night! The only places you're gonna find are fast food, man! "Big" Bob DeFarma: Shut up, Dan. Big Country: ...No, he's right. Le's jus' hit up a 24-hour grocery place an' whip ourselves up somethin' good. Daniel Brooks: Aww man, that's gonna take forever! Bob turns around in his seat as best his fat ass can and presents Dan with the back of his hand in a threatening gesture. "Big" Bob DeFarma: You complain too much, boy. Daniel Brooks: Look, all I'm saying is what's wrong with fast food? "Big" Bob DeFarma: I told you! I can't eat that s***. It's bad for my digestion. Big Country: Pull in here, Paul. Paul: What, at Knuckles'? Big Country: Yeah. We're all starvin' back here. Le's jus' get somethin' quick to eat an' get back to the hotel. Again the car turns. Bob, Rick, and Dan all look out the front window. The inside of the car illuminates significantly from the bright neon lights of the fast food place they're pulling into. Bob grumbles something under his breath, and suddenly, the car stops. With a groan, Dan tilts his head back. Daniel Brooks: Oh, dude. Look at that drive-thru line. The three men sit quietly, except for Dan, who sits rather fidgety. He'd probably get out if he had the opportunity. Paul: Welp, what'll it be, boys? Daniel Brooks: I want, like, six cheeseburgers, man. Big Country: Do they have a salad? "Big" Bob DeFarma: No, it's a goddamn fast food place. Big Country: So? O'Brien's has salads. Daniel Brooks: And Sandwich Jack. Big Country: Hell, even Wilma's has 'em. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Yeah, well, look at the menu here. It's either burgers, fries, soda, or ice cream. You picked the worst damn place, Rick. I'm disappointed. Daniel Brooks: Yo... Make that six cheeseburgers and an ice cream. Rick turns his head back towards Dan. Big Country: You don't want a drink with that? Dan looks at Rick like he has two heads. Daniel Brooks: Duude! The ice cream is the drink! Rick returns to his forward-facing position. Big Country: My mistake... "Big" Bob DeFarma: Just get me some... uh... s***, what food item on this menu is not deep fried? Get me a cola, I guess. Big Country: You're not gonna have somethin' more substantial? "Big" Bob DeFarma: Look, how many times do I have to tell you!? Rick raises his hands in innocence. Big Country: Alright... Alright. I'm gonna have the chicken sangwich then. An' a water. Paul: Okay, lemme write this down. Paul says, in his thick Illinois accent (for those of you who may have forgotten from the last time I used him). Paul: Six cheeseburgers and an ice-- Daniel Brooks: Hey, make it eight cheeseburgers. Paul: ...Eight cheeseburgers? Eight f*****g cheeseburgers? Where the hell are you gonna put em all? Keep in mind, we can't see Paul from this angle. The camera is aimed into the back seat. Big Country: Jus' order 'im what he wants. He's hungry. Paul: Hey, alright, I'm just saying, is all. Eight cheeseburgers and an ice cream... Yo Bob, what size cola? "Big" Bob DeFarma: Uh, the biggest size. Paul: Alright. Bigass cola... Chicken sandwich and a glass of water... Alright then. Now we wait. And so they wait. Big Country: This line hasn't moved for 'bout two minutes, now. Bob looks out his window. "Big" Bob DeFarma: There's nobody inside. Rick, why don't you hop out and order inside? Big Country: I've been trainin' all day, Bob. Why don't you hop out and order inside? "Big" Bob DeFarma: Because I'm a fat and lazy sonovabitch who didn't want to eat fast food in the first place. Daniel Brooks: Yo, how about I hop out and order? "Big" Bob DeFarma: Best thing you've said all night. Bob and Rick both sit still in their seats. Dan looks back and forth between the two of them. Daniel Brooks: So... Big Country: Hm? Daniel Brooks: ...Aren't one of you gonna let me out? Big Country: Oh, sorry. Rick opens his door and climbs out of his seat, which he promptly folds forward so that Dan can climb out of the car from the back row. He then folds it back up and sits in it. Bob turns to Rick, leaning his far shoulder towards him slightly. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Why did we bring him along, again? Big Country: 'Cause I like him. Bob nods. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Ah. He then turns to face the driver's seat. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Hey Paul? Paul: Yeah? "Big" Bob DeFarma: You got anything to take out the smell 'a weed? Rick rolls his eyes. Paul: I'll see what I got back at the garage. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Appreciate it. Paul: Oh, son of a... The engine of the truck turns off. Paul: Look, I know it's your truck, guys, but I'm not gonna sit here wasting gas while some dumb f*** up six cars ahead confuses the crap out of the midnight drive-thru lady. Big Country: Appreciate it, Paul. Paul: Thought you might. "Big" Bob DeFarma: We have been sitting here an awful long time. What the hell's the hold up? Paul: Oh. OH! Finally! The engine cranks back on again. Paul: Alright! We're in business! We-- What the flying f***!? Big Country: What jus' happened? Paul: You don't back up after you've left the Drive-Thru speaker! You don't! You just don't! "Big" Bob DeFarma: Calm down, Paul. Big Country: Looks like they can't back up. Paul: Yeah, she's right stuck. ...Oh jeez. "Big" Bob DeFarma: What. Paul: She's getting out of the car. Rick and Bob drop their heads. Paul: Come on, lady. Just drive up to the window. It's not rocket science, it's a f***in' drive-thru! A car horn squawks loudly. Bob and Rick each pick their heads back up. Big Country: That wasn't you hittin' the horn, was it? Paul: No, it was the guy in front of me telling the stupid broad to MOVE! This nonsense goes on for quite a bit longer, so we lapse time until finally, Rick's fallen asleep in his seat, and we hear a thick Mexican accent... Speaker: Welcome to Knoockles' Drive-Thru, Drive-Een, en everything een between! How man I haylp yoo? Paul: Oh, thank Christ! I'd like to order a-- There's a sudden knock at the back window, and Rick stirs from his sleep. Once Rick realizes what's happening, he opens his door, gets out, and slides his seat forward. Big Country: We good? Daniel Brooks: Yeah, man. In through the door climbs Daniel Brooks with two large sacks of food and a drink tray holding two beverages and an ice cream. Rick slides his seat back again and climbs into it, closing the door behind him. Big Country: We're good. Le's get outta here. Paul: Son of a... You know what? This place sucks. And with that, The truck drives away from the drive-thru speaker. Bob grabs his cola. Big Country: You got my chicken sangwich in there, Dan? Daniel Brooks: Yeah, hold on. Dan opens the back and pulls out one cheeseburger after another -- twelve in all -- and two large boxes of fries. Daniel Brooks: F***, man! Where is it? Big Country: It's not in there? Daniel Brooks: It's gotta be! Bob snatches the bag as he takes a sip of his soda, and pulls out a receipt. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Says here: twelve cheeseburgers, two large fries, one big-ass soda, an ice cream, and a water. Big Country: No chicken sangwich? "Big" Bob DeFarma: Nope. Bob turns to Dan. Big Country: You didn't order my chicken sangwich!? Daniel Brooks: I thought I did... With a brief flare of his nostrils, Rick snatches a cheeseburger and starts to unwrap it. Daniel Brooks: We... we could go back. Paul: NO. The scene fades as Rick takes a bite out of the cheeseburger. |
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[align=center]<div style="max-height:120px; width: 100%; overflow:auto; border: 1px solid white;"><table style="font-size: 10px;"><tr><td style="width:50%; vertical-align:top; border-right: 1px solid white;"> Ignacio Esposito The Internet Explorer! Fighting Spirit Champion -- October 30, 2011 - January 29, 2012 Tag Team of the Month (with Blink) -- March 2011 Roleplay of the Month (Primo Giorno di Lavoro) -- February 2011 Part of Tie for Storyline of the Month -- February 2011 FIW Action News Bringing you stupid and/or silly Weeks in Review... once upon a time. </td><td style="vertical-align:top;" rowspan="2">"Big Country" Rick Nuller 356 lbs of Heart (also: fat, muscle, bones, ligaments, and other organs) Participant in Match of the Year -- Deadlock, 2011 FIW's Face of the Year -- 2011 Participant in Storyline of the Month -- March 2011 Participant in Match of the Month -- March 2011 FIW's Face of the Year -- 2010 Roleplay of the Year/Month (It's Time For a Montage!) -- March 2010 Fighting Spirit Champion -- May 30, 2010 - August 22, 2010 Runner-up PPV Match of the Year (Fighting Spirit Championship: Max Rowley vs. Rick Nuller) -- Deadlock (May 30th, 2010) Runner-up Feud of the Year (Rick Nuller vs. Max Rowley) -- 2010 Storyline of the Month -- July 2010 Superstar of the Month -- May, June 2010 Roleplay of the Month (The Big Fantastic ... uh ... Carner Brigade) -- April 2010 </td></tr></table></div>[/align] | |
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