Post by nickpickles on Mar 26, 2007 18:52:22 GMT -6
A nice slow soothing song is heard in the background as the scene opens up. Looking around at the fancy painting, hanging on the mastered walls, painted so well. Looking through the glass windows, at the pool thats gleaming in the night.
Now focused on the bar, set in this house. On a stool, is Nick Pickles, who seems out of it. With pouring more vodka in one glass, and quickly picking the glass up with the other to drink it. Repeating this step over and over.
Nick: This..(hick ups) this crap. I cant believe Big Key hole or whatever his name is (stops talking as he feels a slight gulp, almost vomit like in his throat from the vodka)...he thinks he's all hot shit now eh?"
Nick finishes off the bottle and tosses it behind his head and we hear it break in the distance.
Nick: *Claps*...well good for you Ci, you got a fluke win. Bravo!...(Takes some more shots) You know how i know it was a fluke? Because nobody beats me, especially not some horse rider. But its all good, Ci will get his payback when im good and ready to give it!"
Nick looks around like someone just robbed him. The hands are out and he's puzzled. Now he leans over the bar at the storage shelf under and grabs another full bottle of vodka.
Nick: Hahaha, there you are. Thought i was out of you...someone was gonna get fired if you werent properly stocked.
Now Bubba comes in the room and right up to Nick, patting him on the back.
Nick: HEYY! Looks who's here (slaps Bubba in the face, little hard but in his friendly way)...where have you been?
Bubba: Booking the plane to go to the POW show. (Reffering to the drinking)..should take it easy tonight boss.
Nick: Please nobody tells me my limit. I make my rules, im the man, im the boss. I have to deal with morons all day, crying and moaning about raises and all kinds of goofy bologny...because they cant feed their families. Well then work harder.....or hit the road hahaha.
Bubba: So you got Eddie Buchalini on the card this week
Nick spits a little vodka out on his sip. Some of it goes onto Bubba as he just wipes it off
Nick: Eddie from UWC? Hahaha, i like this kid. I remember when he first came in the business, jobbing it up and sucking up to the loathful fans. Then when he finally wised up and realized he didnt need those leaches....what happened? He won two titles, at the same time!
Nick just starts drinking out of the bottle, as it drips down his nice suit.
Nick: Ah crap (gets a towel and tries to dry it, like that would work)...take this to cleaners tomorrow asap. But anyways...what was i talking about? (Thinks really hard)...Oh yeah, Eddie Buchalini. So you won two titles, big deal....been there, done that. Your gonna have to bring more then that, because i can whoop you in the state im in now. Im not in a good mood, so be prepared to pay a hefty price come this thursday."
Nick gets up from the bar and staggers a bit. He reaches in his wallet and pulls out a few hundreds. He then tosses it in the air as it falls down like grafetti.
Nick: Hahaha, look i made it rain. Thats for you Eddie B, so get ready to become my slave nnnnyahahaha!....(Walks towards his room for bed) Hey Bubba, clean all this up nnnyahaha.
Bubba shakes his head as he gets off his stool and begins to clean it up. Nick is still laughing in his drunk hysertia in the other room. The scene now goes to darkness.
Now focused on the bar, set in this house. On a stool, is Nick Pickles, who seems out of it. With pouring more vodka in one glass, and quickly picking the glass up with the other to drink it. Repeating this step over and over.
Nick: This..(hick ups) this crap. I cant believe Big Key hole or whatever his name is (stops talking as he feels a slight gulp, almost vomit like in his throat from the vodka)...he thinks he's all hot shit now eh?"
Nick finishes off the bottle and tosses it behind his head and we hear it break in the distance.
Nick: *Claps*...well good for you Ci, you got a fluke win. Bravo!...(Takes some more shots) You know how i know it was a fluke? Because nobody beats me, especially not some horse rider. But its all good, Ci will get his payback when im good and ready to give it!"
Nick looks around like someone just robbed him. The hands are out and he's puzzled. Now he leans over the bar at the storage shelf under and grabs another full bottle of vodka.
Nick: Hahaha, there you are. Thought i was out of you...someone was gonna get fired if you werent properly stocked.
Now Bubba comes in the room and right up to Nick, patting him on the back.
Nick: HEYY! Looks who's here (slaps Bubba in the face, little hard but in his friendly way)...where have you been?
Bubba: Booking the plane to go to the POW show. (Reffering to the drinking)..should take it easy tonight boss.
Nick: Please nobody tells me my limit. I make my rules, im the man, im the boss. I have to deal with morons all day, crying and moaning about raises and all kinds of goofy bologny...because they cant feed their families. Well then work harder.....or hit the road hahaha.
Bubba: So you got Eddie Buchalini on the card this week
Nick spits a little vodka out on his sip. Some of it goes onto Bubba as he just wipes it off
Nick: Eddie from UWC? Hahaha, i like this kid. I remember when he first came in the business, jobbing it up and sucking up to the loathful fans. Then when he finally wised up and realized he didnt need those leaches....what happened? He won two titles, at the same time!
Nick just starts drinking out of the bottle, as it drips down his nice suit.
Nick: Ah crap (gets a towel and tries to dry it, like that would work)...take this to cleaners tomorrow asap. But anyways...what was i talking about? (Thinks really hard)...Oh yeah, Eddie Buchalini. So you won two titles, big deal....been there, done that. Your gonna have to bring more then that, because i can whoop you in the state im in now. Im not in a good mood, so be prepared to pay a hefty price come this thursday."
Nick gets up from the bar and staggers a bit. He reaches in his wallet and pulls out a few hundreds. He then tosses it in the air as it falls down like grafetti.
Nick: Hahaha, look i made it rain. Thats for you Eddie B, so get ready to become my slave nnnnyahahaha!....(Walks towards his room for bed) Hey Bubba, clean all this up nnnyahaha.
Bubba shakes his head as he gets off his stool and begins to clean it up. Nick is still laughing in his drunk hysertia in the other room. The scene now goes to darkness.