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| Big Bob's Barbecue; A Big Country Promotion | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 23 2010, 10:40 PM (68 Views) | |
| aaaantoine | Jul 23 2010, 10:40 PM Post #1 |
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The scene opens in another BBBBQ, and our lone customer -- "Big Country" Rick Nuller -- sits to the left of the table with his Fighting Spirit Championship belt lying across from him. Yes, a bit of a change of pace this time around; the camera is viewing Rick from the side instead of from the front. And, he's in a booth. A surprisingly roomy booth, at that. Well, cramped for him, but otherwise roomy. A waitress approaches and places a bowl of lettuce in front of him. He flashes her an acknowledging smile. Waitress: Your salad, Mr. Nuller. Big Country: Thanks kindly. Some salad. It is literally just lettuce. Leaf lettuce. In a bowl. Must be quite the diet his doctor put him on. Rick is about to pour some ranch dressing onto it when his phone begins to ring, and catches him off guard. Big Country: Oh, come on, Doc! He pulls the phone out of his chest pocket and puts it to his ear without looking to see who called. Big Country: How could you possibly know I was gonna add dressin' to my salad!? . . . Oh, hey Bob. . . . You're here? Why don't you come have a seat with me? . . . Rick looks around to see if he can find Bob, but suddenly stops trying. Big Country: Oh, you're outside? . . . Well, all right. Mind if I finish my salad first? . . . Huh. Be out in a minute, then. Rick presses a button on his phone and slips it back into his overalls chest pocket. He sits still for a second or two, then he fills his mouth with a fork full of lettuce. As he chews, he dabs at his mouth quickly with a cloth napkin, then slides out of the booth. Once he stumbles to his feet, he begins to walk to the right. The camera follows Rick as he makes his exit out the front door of the BBBBQ. Sure enough, he spots a gray GMC Yukon XL parked in front of the restaurant. He walks around to the passenger side, and opens the back door. The camera makes its way in through the front passenger door, as usual. Inside, Rick meets up with "Big" Bob DeFarma, who is currently wearing a pair of reading glasses and studying the contents of a manila folder. Big Country: Wha's goin' on, Bob? Bob looks up over the rim of his glasses to the front of the car. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Paul, mind giving us a minute? Paul: Yeah, sure; I know the drill. We hear the sound of a door opening, followed by some shuffling, then the thunk of a door closing. Bob hands Rick the folder, and Rick takes a moment to study its contents. Big Country: ...We're bein' sued? "Big" Bob DeFarma: Yep. Apparently, some kid in Missourah's been watching your promos what took place in our restaurants and gained a whole bunch a weight. Rick looks up at Bob. Big Country: So they sued Big Boys Barbecue? "Big" Bob DeFarma: His momma did, yeah. Big Country: But not FIW? "Big" Bob DeFarma: I dunno. I guess we've got the deeper pockets. Big Country: Deeper than FIW's? Bob raises his voice. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Look, it doesn't matter. We're probably gonna have to settle. Even if we win this case, we'll be out millions in lawyer fees. Rick blows some pressure through his lips and shakes his head. Big Country: Tha's a lot a green. "Big" Bob DeFarma: And now other people are gonna be thinking about suing us, too. Rick, you gotta stop shooting promos in restaurants. Rick sits quietly as he continues to study the dossier. Big Country: Yeah, I guess I've got no business combinin' my restaurant business with my wrestlin' business anyhow. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Right. Anyway, about that... Rick looks at Bob. Bob's face reveals his intentions to Rick, but he has to confirm. Big Country: ...Whadda you mean, "about that"? "Big" Bob DeFarma: Rick... You remember our agreement? I'd let you go on this tour on the condition that you'd pick up new recipe ideas and pass them back to me? Rick's eyebrows drop down sharply. "Big" Bob DeFarma: You ain't been living up to your end of the bargain. Big Country: The hell you talkin' about, Bob? "Big" Bob DeFarma: I'm saying you haven't come up with any new ideas for weeks, even months, now. And the last one you gave me, the one for the open faced burrito? It sucked. It downright sucked. Big Country: Hey, send our researchers down to Mexico an' have 'em confirm it. Matter-of-factly, Bob retorts... "Big" Bob DeFarma: I did. They said it was the most god-awful thing they ever tasted. Big Country: Maybe they jus' caught 'em on a bad night. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Or maybe you had googly-eyes for a certain Fantastic Lesbian that week. Deep breath from Rick. Big Country: Listen, Bob. You know as well as I do. This business consumes you. If you want to be the best at anythin', you can't focus on nothin' else. "Big" Bob DeFarma: I thought you were jus' in it to have fun. Big Country: I was. But now there's more on the line than my kicks an' giggles. "Big" Bob DeFarma: That should make this easier for you, then. Bob twists his body to reach into a briefcase to his left. Big Country: Make what easier? Bob pulls out some papers from the briefcase and twists back around to hand them to Rick along with a clipboard and pen. "Big" Bob DeFarma: I'm offering to buy out your half of the business, Rick. Right now a dramatic chord should be hitting somewhere. Well, in lieu of that, at least we have the visual image of Rick Nuller's jaw dropping. "Big" Bob DeFarma: You gotta concentrate on your wrestling gig now, Rick. What with everything going on there, and everything that's slipping in the restaurant business, you just can't be working both jobs, or they'll both suffer. Clearly the wrestling business is more important to you at the moment. Big Country: But why do I have to sell you my half of the business? "Big" Bob DeFarma: You don't. But, I need your half so I can get back a controlling stake in the company. If you're gonna keep missing all the board meetings, my "final say" isn't all that final no more. And with a bunch of random people who don't know the first thing about business calling the shots, some real outright nonsense is going on in our company. Rick looks down at the paperwork, then back to Bob. Big Country: You're dead serious. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Our lawyers took care of all the dirty work. All you gotta do is sign your name... Bob points to the bottom of the clipboard, on the side facing Rick. "Big" Bob DeFarma: ...right here. Rick looks back down once more. After a long pause and a deep breath, he takes the pen from the clipboard and scribbles something. And reluctantly, he hands the clipboard back to Bob. Rick is downright upset, but Bob doesn't look happy, either. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Sorry I had to do this to you, old bud. Big Country: No, I understand. After a moment of awkward silence, Rick gestures out his door with his thumb. Big Country: I... I got a bowl a lettuce I still gotta eat. "Big" Bob DeFarma: Alright. Take care of yourself, Rick. Big Country: You too, Bob. Rick opens his door and leaves the truck. [align=center]- - - -[/align] The scene time-shifts to where Rick is standing outside of the Yukon, waving at the truck as it drives away. Rick then strolls over to a bench in front of the building and sits down, planting his face into his palms. Just then, once again, his phone rings, and he unpockets it and presses a button... Big Country: Yeah? Dr. Valhalla: [Yeah, Rick. I got bad news and good news.] Big Country: Please. Jus'... Give me the good news first. I've been catchin' bad news all week. Dr. Valhalla: [Well I found this chick named Nikki. She's a cutie, I gotta say. Reminds me of your friend Bob there a little bit.] Big Country: Tha's the good news? Dr. Valhalla: [Hell, it's good news for me! I porked her something fierce last night. Hoo boy!] Rick squints his eyes a bit, staring at the phone. This is strange on a number of levels for Rick, but he doesn't quite know the half of it. After calculating for a moment, he just shakes his head. Big Country: Whatever. Wha's the bad news? Dr. Valhalla: [Huh? Oh. I've been watching your blood pressure like a hawk, You're no good for Sunday. I gotta pull you from the show.] Big Country: WHAT!? Dr. Valhalla: [You haven't been working out like at all for the past two weeks, and yet you're in hypertension territory even still. Sorry bud.] Big Country: What about my title defense!? Dr. Valhalla: [What about your f*****g life, Ricky boy? Look, I can't in good conscience hold off on this. We already had this conversation. I'm gonna call the brass now.] Big Country: ...All right. Dr. Valhalla: [Hey, this'll be good for you. Just take the weekend off, relax. Maybe use some of that down time to work on catching up with your restaurant business.] Rick rubs his free hand across his face, physically feeling the welt from that mental sting. Big Country: Bye, Reggie. Dr. Valhalla: [Ciao.] Beep. Scene. |
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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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