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An Ode to John Pinette; Cuervo Blanco & Rick Nuller
Topic Started: Oct 29 2011, 03:58 AM (75 Views)
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The scene opens on a busy street in an Italian village. "Big Country" Rick Nuller and El Cuervo Blanco are walking down the street when they stop in front of the doorway of a building and look up at at a sign just above the door. "Ristorante di Giuseppe". Rick may not know Italian, but being an established member of the restaurant business, he knows one when he sees one.

Big Country: Mm.

Rick gives Cuervo a look.

Big Country: You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

Cuervo looks back at Rick, and shows him a receipt. Rick rolls his eyes.

Big Country: Oh, come on, now. Since when do subs count as a proper meal?

Cuervo shrugs, examining the receipt for himself.

Big Country: You gotta un'erstand. Do you realize where we are? We're in Italy, Cuervo! This is the place where good food goes when it dies.

The masked wrestler tilts his head.

Big Country: ...Or, you know, where it comes from in the firs' place.

Dear God, it's not both, is it?

Big Country: Now, never min' that, an' le's go inside.

Rick heads straight in through the swinging doors. Cuervo follows shortly behind him, shaking his head. They make their way beyond the threshold, where a delightfully Italian man greets them.

Head Waiter: Buon pomeriggio!

Big Country: Buon pomeriggio! Siamo affamati.

Cuervo shudders ever so slightly as the big man speaks Italian through his unmistakeable Tennessean accent. So he knows some Italian, after all. The head waiter cracks a smile and sizes Rick up.

Head Waiter: Look at you, ah!

Rick grins in response.

Big Country: You like that, huh? How about this?

Caught in the moment, he continues, folding his hands together and pleading with the waiter.

Big Country: Morto di fame!

The native Italian man lets out a hearty laugh, and Cuervo slaps his palm to his face in embarrassment.

Head Waiter: Don't-a you worry! We'll take-a good care of you. Come, sit!

The head waiter directs Rick and Cuervo to a table to be seated. The two men take seats opposite of one another at the table. The head waiter departs from the table, shortly before a busboy drops off a basket of bread.

Big Country: Thank you kin'ly.

As that busboy departs, another one arrives with a plate of fried calamari.

Big Country: Oh... Uh, thank you, too.

That one steps away and the first busboy returns with a plate of linguine marinara.

Big Country: ...Wait. Wha's goin' on here?

Busboy: Antipasto.

Big Country: I didn't order none a' this.

Busboy: Eet ees for you.

Big Country: ...Oh.

"Hey guys, what's going o-- holy food."

FIW Interviewer Daniel Brooks is the next to arrive at the table. He promptly takes a seat right next to his old friend Rick Nuller.

Big Country: Hey, Dan. You're welcome to join us.

Daniel Brooks: Don't mind if I do.

Dan wastes no time digging into the calamari. On the place mat in front of El Cuervo Blanco is a map of Italy, which he has become suddenly fascinated with.

Daniel Brooks: Mm. So what's this I hear about Cuervo having a thing against fighting women?

Cuervo glares up at Dan, and Rick waves his hand dismissively as he grabs a piece of fresh Italian bread.

Big Country: It's not a thing. Don't worry about it.

Rick directs his conversation to Cuervo.

Big Country: You know, when I was Fightin' Spirit Champion, I had to defend agains' Anna. It's jus' somethin' you have to be prepared for.

Cuervo nods his head. Rick turns back to Dan.

Big Country: He's ready.

Daniel Brooks: Okay, solid. So, Christian Cruz, Roberto Sanchez, and Blink. Those are your opponents.

Cuervo lets out a sigh and returns his attention to the place mat.

Daniel Brooks: Toby had an interview with Cruz earlier tonight, and he basically said he doesn't really care of he wins or loses.

Big Country: The man speaks the truth. Doesn't make him any less dangerous, though.

Daniel Brooks: Right on, man. And your thoughts?

Rick tilts his head.

Big Country: Those are my thoughts.

Daniel Brooks: Oh... Okay, then.

Big Country: Cuervo an' I haven't been lettin' up on our trainin' regimen. An' who knows, maybe soon, I'll be able to walk aroun' without havin' to carry a cane wherever I go.

A busboy comes forward with a plate of gnocchi.

Daniel Brooks: Hey, baby biscuits!

The busboy slaps Dan across the face.

Busboy: You insult-a Giuseppe's handiwork!?

The man leaves in disgust. Cuervo traces his finger along the back edge of the boot of Italy, around the heel, to the toe, until he flicks his finger at Sicily. Rick helps himself to some of the linguine. Just then, a waiter comes forth with a pad and pencil.

Waiter: I shall-a take your order now, signor. Eef you are ready.

Rick looks up with a mouth full of pasta, not expecting this man to be standing here at this time.

Big Country: Mm...

Daniel Brooks: He said he'll have the roast duck, man.

Waiter: Veddy good. And-a you?

Daniel Brooks: I'll just have this stuff, man.

Waiter: Veddy good. Take-a your time.

*The waiter turns to Cuervo.

Waiter: And you, signor?

Cuervo looks up to the waiter, then back down to his place mat, and when he realizes the mat doubles as a menu, points at an item on the mat and looks back up at the waiter. The waiter nods and writes something on his pad.

Waiter: Veddy good.

The waiter departs from the table. When he is a good distance away, Dan turns to Rick.

Daniel Brooks: Man, I wonder if I could even eat all of this.

Rick raises an eye brow at Dan.

Big Country: You're welcome to try...

Forty minutes later, Dan is face down on the table. And as much as I'd love to expand on this RP, the deadline fast approaches, so the scene fades.
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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


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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
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