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Beers & Breakfast w/ Toby Bockstock
Topic Started: Jul 9 2010, 07:18 AM (44 Views)
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[align=center]Magnum Toughs Full Flavor Cigarette[/align]

Imagery of a man on a work site smoking a cigarette while dirty and dripping with sweat.

[align=center]SMOOOOOTTTHHEEE!!!!![/align]

A man riding a motor cycle with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a woman with her arms wrapped around him riding bitch.

[align=center]REFRESHING!!!![/align]

A rugged looking, working class type is seen sharing a hot tub with four beautiful blondes as he takes a drag off his cigarette.
[align=center]THEY[/align]
[align=center]GIVE[/align]
[align=center]YOU[/align]
[align=center]CANCER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/align]

An elderly woman with a grandmother like look about her stands holding a cigarette. She then draws her arm up tilting her head back and places the cigarette in what is commonly referred to as a trach hole and you see her throat tense up as she inhales the tobacco smoke. Finally she exhales the smoke through her mouth and then with a very raspy ‘I’ve been smoking for 50 years’ kind of voice begins to speak.

[align=center]”Remember you must be 18 to smoke cigarettes or find a consenting friend or family member to buy them for you.”[/align]

[align=center]**FADE**[/align]

The scene changes quite quickly into a segment already in progress as we see Bo-Jack in casual attire, meaning he’s thrown on a Texas Rangers ball cap backwards on his head. Well that and the fact that he has a lit cigarette in hand. Along with him is interviewer Toby Bockstock who seems to be uncomfortable in his surroundings which is the entrance to a hole in the wall, seedy as fuck, biker bar. That is until Bo flashes a friendly smile at him as he pulls his cigarette up to his mouth and with his other hand gives Toby a pat on the back as he takes a puff of his cigarette. He shakes his head as he exhales and begins to speak.

Bo-Jack: “Man, Toby I just don’t got a good feelin’ about last week. I feel like I done taken advantage of Shredder wrasslin’ him while he’s been drinkin’ and on the same token I feel taken advantage of and feel management isn’t lookin’ out for me by lettin’ me wrassle someone who’s been drinkin’. Do they not care about their wrasslers?”

Toby: “Bo I’d really like to discuss this with you but it’s against company policy. I’ve been with FIW for a long time and I’d really rather not jeopardize my position. I hope you understand?”

Bo-Jack: “Yah man…sorry bout that. Just needed to let off some steam and you happened to be there.”

He flashes another friendly smile the way of Toby as they approach the building and the tattooed bad ass motherfucker tending the door.

Bo-Jack: “Anyway, I hold no hard feelin’s toward Shredder. I just wish he’d be a bit more sensible in the ring for his safety and that of the other wrasslers. Man I’d take him out for fifty beers or whatever he drinks after the show. On the condition he comes to work sober and takes the consideration for others safety when he’s in the ring. In fact I’d be happy to discuss a trainin’ arrangement over some BBQ ribs and some beers if Shredder was interested.”

Toby: “I’m glad you both are safe and congrats on your first FIW win. You see you were recognized outside the ring too?”

Bo-Jack: “Yah man, thanks. I heard through the grape vine that there was given some mention by Rick Nuller and his former partner. Somethin’ bout me and Rick servin’ as a proper team…hafta say its got me thinkin’. I’ve only been in one other real team….well kinda I was…it’s a long story. But I suppose I’ll be knockin’ the dust off my tag team wrasslin’ boots this week.”

Toby: “That’s right you are in tag team action with Max…”

Bo interrupts to finish the sentence of the interviewer.

Bo-Jack: “…Rowley one part of one of the greatest tag teams in all e-fed tag team wrasslin’. Los Dos Hombres Emascardos…usetah watch em’ durin’ their FIW tag team championship reign. I’m a big fan and it is a big honor to be in the ring with such a tag team great. S’shame his partner ….uh…Parr…nah that’s not it…Pigeon…nope that can’t be right…”

Toby: “I think you mean Phoenix.”

Bo-Jack: “Yah that’s the feller. I knew it was a bird and it started with a P. Just what the FIW tag team division needs is great teams like them, the ANE’s, the Cerberus’, the House of Orange, Dragon Assassins, hell even the current champs Hollywood Chainsaw Massacre.”

Bo brings the cigarette back up to his lips and takes a large drag before tilting his head toward the sky and exhaling his smoke as they finally approach the badass looking motherfucker who was mentioned earlier. The bouncer steps up in front of the doors and holds up a hand halting Toby and Bo and points to a sign over the door.

SECURITY: “Hey buddy…no smoking inside.”

Bo nods compliantly and lifts up his boot heel to rub his cigarette out. He then holds the crumpled but up to the security guard who nods over at a trash can in which Bo discards the butt of his cigarette. The bouncer then moves aside grabbing the door and pulls it open allowing the two to enter the bar. Bo makes his way over to the bar with Toby following closely as he attempts not to disrupt the current patrons of this establishment who all look as though they are hardened criminals. Bo straddles the bar stool and leans into the bar holding up two fingers.

Bartender: “What ya having?”

The grizzly old man bartender with fading tattoos up his arms wipes his hands with a wet rag as he asks this question.

Bo-Jack: “Red Hook, two pitchers.”

Bartender: “Eighteen.”

Bo digs in his pocket and pulls out a tattered looking twenty dollar bill.

Bo-Jack: “Here goes the pay out.”

The bartender snatches up the money and moves to the old school register and pushes some buttons before the drawer opens and he begins to pull out the change for Bo’s tab.

Bo-Jack: “Keep it partner.”

The bartender nods and pulls the two, one dollar bills from the till and stuffs them in his tip jar just next to the register.

Bartender: “Thanks, pal.”

He then moves to fetch the pitchers of beer for Bo and Toby.

Bo-Jack: “Only one glass.”

Bo shifts in his chair and turns his attention to Toby and begins to speak again.

Bo-Jack: “From the time that match begins to the time the closing bell rings, Max Rowley gots himself a partner that has got his back. Heck I most likely could be the best partner Max Rowley ever had. I have no agenda, ‘cept to be here and wrasslin’. Anything else is just a bonus in this grand journey.”

The bartender comes over setting the pitchers of beer down and then reaches down into his server station and pulls up a glass and sets it on the bar. A bit of water drips on the counter and the bartender pulls the his towel from his shoulder and wipes up the small amount of water. He then flips the towel back over his shoulder and grabs one of the pitchers and pours its golden goodness into the glass before setting the pitcher back down and moving back to tidying his bar.

Bo picks up the full pitcher and begins chugging the beer inside until nearly half is gone and then he sets it down on the table and then wipes his lips with the back of his hand as he gasps. Toby picks up the glass and looks at it in an unsure fashion drawing a hearty laugh from Bo who slaps him on the shoulder and nearly causes him to spill some of the beer.

Bo-Jack: “Come on. It’ll put hair on your chest.”

Toby pulls the beer to his lips somewhat reluctantly and takes a sip of the beer. A look of surprise comes across his face and it appears he likes what he tastes as he begins to chug the frothy liquid from his glass.

Bo-Jack: “Slow down their partner. You don’t wanna over do it too quickly.”

Toby smiles and nods with some embarrassment in his eyes and wipes his mouth much like Bo did prior.

Bo-Jack: “I mean I’d happily carry you back to your room if that’s what you feel like doin’. Just figured you wouldn’t want a massive hang over tomorrow with the show comin’ up soon and all.”

Toby: “Thanks. What about your opponents?”

Bo takes a moment to think and takes another good sized drink from his pitcher.

Bo-Jack: “Let me just say first and foremost, I will not STRIKE a woman! But with that being said this is also something that lovely young lady signed up for and I’m not just gonna stand there and allow her to take what she learned in her self defense class into practice on me. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t got nothin’ agaist gals wrasslin’ but I most certainly don’t think they stand place in the ring against a man nearly four times their size.”

Bo pulls the pitcher up to his lips again taking yet another large swig of the beer. Toby follow suit drinking his beer down another quarter of the way and listening intently as he begins to wobble on his stool.

Bo-Jack: “Then there is that Havok fella. Don’t know much about him ‘cept for what I seen of him last week. Seems like an odd feller if ya ask me. Ya know where I come from the only types of men that wear makeup are either clowns or homo sexual and last I checked the circus or rodeo aren't in town.”

Toby gives a stunned look to Bo who replies.

Bo-Jack: “I’m just sayin’. I ain’t got nothin’ against him or the way he chooses to live his life. I just prefer to believe god put man here to love a woman not another man. Either way I doubt his orientation takes effect on his in ring ability and I will not treat him any less than another opponent.”

Toby pulls the glass of beer to his lips once again and pounds the last quarter of the glass of beer before setting it on the counter and then nearly falls off his stool if it weren’t for Bo catching him.

Bo-Jack: “Bit of a light weight I see.”

Toby smiles and nods his head.

Bo-Jack: “Want more?”

Bo lifts the pitcher and tilts it over the glass and Toby shakes his head and tries to place his hand over the glass. Bo stops and shrugs before pulling the pitcher up to his lips and chugs the remains of the pitcher without even so much as a sign to even getting buzzed.

Bo-Jack: “Wanna go get some food?”

Toby nods and smiles.

Bo-Jack: “I think there was a Denny’s just down the road I could go for some hot cakes.”

Bo turns in place on his stool and slides off standing to his feet and gives a nod to the bartender. Toby proceeds to follow but staggers off the bar stool and right into the hands of Bo who sets him up right and ensures he is ok before heading out of the bar. Toby staggers after and out the door as the scene ends.

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The familiar voice of the raspy voiced old lady returns as the scene fades with one last reminder of this segments sponsor.

[align=center]”Remember Christmas is only 6 months away and Magnum Toughs make a great stocking stuffer for the kids!”[/align]
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