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Business or Pleasure; Cuervo Blanco, Rick Nuller, and...
Topic Started: Nov 3 2011, 11:09 PM (62 Views)
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The scene opens in a gymnasium, where we find the new Fighting Spirit Champion -- El Cuervo Blanco -- jumping rope. In the background, other people, very few of whom are professional wrestlers, are also working out, with weights, with body bags, and with medicine balls. He jumps maybe twenty or thirty times before we hear a voice call...

"Time!"

At the signal, Cuervo slows down and stops jumping. He puts the rope down and takes a swig of water. The camera quickly pans to "Big Country" Rick Nuller just in time to see him put away a stopwatch.

Big Country: Good job. Take a knee.

Cuervo does as instructed, kneeling down on the mat, though a safe distance away from Rick.

Big Country: Okay. You're the champion now. How's it feel?

El Cuervo Blanco enthusiastically gives a thumbs-up. Rick gives a grin.

Big Country: Yeah, the initial rush is fantastic. But very soon, you're gonna be defendin', an' tha's where the fun really begins.

Rick picks up a clipboard and glances it over. Who the hell knows what's on it.

Big Country: Now, I've been takin' real good care a' you over the las' month or so. You could say I've been livin' vicariously through you. Lord, how I wish I could jump rope. Hell, even without the bad knee, there's no way I could a' done it.

Cuervo grabs the handles of the rope and offers them to Rick. Rick raises an eyebrow.

Big Country: Wha's this? You wanna train me?

Cuervo nods. Rick holds his hands up to reject.

Big Country: Nice gesture, but I still got the bad knee. Maybe another time.

His head not so high as before, Cuervo nods again, putting the rope handles back down on the mat.

Big Country: Anyway, the pro'lem is now, I'm neglectin' the restaurant business. Big Bob's lookin' for my help again to get some franchises open in Germany, an' I can't very well do that, an' manage you, an' train you. So... I've employed some help. 'Scuse me while I go get 'im.

Rick walks out of frame, and Cuervo watches off-camera after him. He gets up, and after maybe fifteen seconds, an older, short, balding, tired-looking Hispanic man with a thick gray mustache and a green bowling shirt walks into frame, with Rick behind him.

"Hola."

Big Country: Cuervo, I'd like you to meet Jefe, your new trainer.

Cuervo holds out his hand, expressing his enthusiasm through his body language rather than through his completely obscured face. Jefe looks down, takes a breath, and apparently shakes Cuervo's hand with reluctance. Once this has gone on long enough, the two retract their hands.

Jefe: I probably need to do some explanation because you don't know me. I don't expect you to know me, José, because I keep my profile low.

Big Country: Uh, Jefe, it's Cuervo Blanco, not José Cuervo.

Jefe turns abruptly to Rick and responds with clear, focused anger.

Jefe: You shut your fat mouth, naco!

Rick presents his palms to Jefe as Jefe continues to stare him down cold. After the dust has settled, Jefe turns his attention back to Cuervo.

Jefe: Anyway, José, to give you an example of what I mean, I have been training Max Rowley non-stop since his arrival to FIW. Fully under the radar. I have trained other luchadores in the past, but some simply prefer to go their own way.

On the wall, coincidentally, is a tattered, torn, and faded poster of the Mexican Migraine. Jefe glares at it disdainfully.

Jefe: They are doomed to failure.

He turns back to Cuervo.

Jefe: Hijo, on the other hand, has been at least somewhat successful under my carefully honed regimen.

Big Country: He's nothin' if not the mos' consistent member of the roster.

Cuervo nods. Jefe snaps around once again.

Jefe: I thought I told you to shut the f*** up!

Rick raises an eyebrow.

Big Country: Is this how you speak to all your clients?

Jefe: Sí! Now, see that?

Jefe points up at the ceiling, and Rick can't help but look. After a pause to ponder, he finally responds.

Big Country: I gue--

Jefe: Shut it!

Zip. Jefe turns around just in time to miss Rick shaking his head with his eyes rolled.

Jefe: So! Enough of that bulls***. In a moment's time, we shall discuss strategy for fighting los luchadores grandes, such as your new friend Señor Sadovsky, but I shall save that for when the camera is not rolling. Also, before we train your cerebro, we must first train your cuerpo. Now, get down to your knees and give me one hundred of the best motherf*****g push-ups you got.

Big Country: Whoa, whoa, hol' on.

Yeah, how dare he use such profanity. Jefe clenches his lips, hearing once again from the fat man so soon.

Big Country: We jus' finished trainin' a few minutes ago.

Oh, that. Jefe rolls his eyes and speaks to Cuervo more frankly.

Jefe: ¿Cómo se pone al día con este hijo de puta?

Cuervo tilts his head at the question, and after a moment of hesitation, he simply shrugs. Sensing his discomfort, Jefe instructs him further.

Jefe: I hear you are from Spain, José. We Mexicans are tough as nails, but the Spaniards do not slouch. I expect you to do horribly, yes, but not for your own lack of strength and endurance. Do not prove me wrong. I will seek out any sign of weakness and trample it under my boot. Comprenda?

The trainee gulps his saliva and nods. Jefe points to the mat.

Jefe: Now, again, get to your knees, and kill yourself while I watch.

Cuervo immediately gets down to the mat and starts cranking out the push-ups. Rick lifts his eyebrows and starts motioning for the door.

Big Country: Well, I see you got everythin' under control, here. I'll jus' head on out.

Jefe keeps his focus on Cuervo but still responds.

Jefe: How come you are still not shutting the f*** up?

Rick pauses, takes a breath, and departs from the scene. With him out of the picture, Jefe addresses the camera in the way he knows best.

Jefe: And you! Turn that s*** off.

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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</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
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