Post by stonedraiders on Jul 27, 2007 15:45:46 GMT -6
The scene shows Stoned Raiders driving in their van, most likely to the next POW show. They stare down the road, which is pretty much a straight highway with very few vehicles on it. Blake is driving while Rex sits back in the passenger seat.
Rex Vinkle: “Yo man, you hear wut Nightly said bout us?”
Blake Ryder: “Fo reelz mayne. It’s all bullshit. Why he be hatin’?”
Rex Vinkle: “Cuz, the fact he uses a boring personality as a gimmick…ugh.”
Blake Ryder: “Chyea mayne. Becuz he is suppose to be…THE BEST…Power On Wrestlin’ fighta. And he WON a medal.”
Rex Vinkle: “Fo sho. And he is suppose to…BEAT…us down.”
The two say the paused words with ‘authority’, so to speak. They both look at each other and laugh.
Blake Ryder: “And where da f**k is Daye? I bet that busta is gettin’ his ass kicked in da real ‘hood. I saw him ballin’ before, but he sucked mayne. It’s like, everythang he does, he sucks at it. I bet male prostitution, he sucks at it!”
Rex Vinkle: “Yea yea, you know about dat shit.”
Blake Ryder: “Yo f**k you.”
They continue to drive down the road. Rex takes out a blunt and starts to light it up. His partner notices that they’re low on fuel, and need to stop for some. Blake sighs and they pull to the nearest gas station. It’s empty, so they easily drive up to the pump. Rex hides his grass.
Blake Ryder: “I’m gonna get me sum gas.”
Blake exits the van and starts to pump up. Rex opens up the passenger door and gets out. He hides his blunt in his hand and walks over to Blake, looking at the gauge.
Rex Vinkle: “Don’t use up all our money, mayne.”
He sniffs.
Blake Ryder: “The f**k is up with you?”
Rex sniffs again. Blake takes out the pump handle and inserts it back into the pump. Rex suddenly sneezes. His blunt falls out of his hand and into the gas tank.
Rex Vinkle: “Oh shit! Run!”
Without thinking, Blake runs after Rex. Not only 5 seconds later does the van give off an explosive fireworks show. The effects from the van goes after the gas pumps. The entire station goes up in flames. Rex and Blake slowly lift themselves up. They pan over the area, looking at the fireballs and concrete collapse.
Rex Vinkle: “Oh hellz naw! I lost mah blunt!”
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Blake Ryder: “What are you talking about man?”
He stares at his partner with a confused look on his face. Rex slowly lifts himself up. They both sit in their van again, at the gas pump. Rex rubs his eyes and looks around.
Rex Vinkle: “Nuthin’ man. Bad dreamz.”
Blake Ryder: “About what?”
Rex Vinkle: “Shit, just don’t let me exit da van for awhile, aight?”
Blake Ryder: “Wurd.”
Blake opens up the driver’s side, going to pump some gas. Rex sighs and sits back in his chair. He notices his rolled weed is still in his left hand. He takes a hit and sets it on the dashboard. Rex falls asleep as Blake continues to pump up the gas. As he’s done, he starts up the van and they start the drive off.
The camera zooms in on the joint that Rex sat on the dashboard. As Blake goes forward, it rolls down into the vent for AC. Blake is sweating and looks down.
Blake Ryder: “I wonder if dis AC works.”
He switches it on and Rex suddenly jerks up.
Rex Vinkle: “Don’t mayne! Mah grass rolled into-“
The scene goes static.
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Blake Ryder: “Rolled what?”
They’re back at the gas station, Blake looking at his partner. Rex looks around again.
Rex Vinkle: “Oh f**k this! What the hell was I smoking?”
Blake Ryder: “I don’t know, but we should stop with the grass fo awhile. We gotta focus on Daily n Nightly mayne. You do remember dat it’s for the titles, right?”
Rex Vinkle: “Fo sho, I’ll juz throw dis shit out.”
He tosses the lit roll out the window. It lands in a puddle of spilled gasoline. It starts a small fire.
Rex Vinkle: “…”
Rex Vinkle: “Yo man, you hear wut Nightly said bout us?”
Blake Ryder: “Fo reelz mayne. It’s all bullshit. Why he be hatin’?”
Rex Vinkle: “Cuz, the fact he uses a boring personality as a gimmick…ugh.”
Blake Ryder: “Chyea mayne. Becuz he is suppose to be…THE BEST…Power On Wrestlin’ fighta. And he WON a medal.”
Rex Vinkle: “Fo sho. And he is suppose to…BEAT…us down.”
The two say the paused words with ‘authority’, so to speak. They both look at each other and laugh.
Blake Ryder: “And where da f**k is Daye? I bet that busta is gettin’ his ass kicked in da real ‘hood. I saw him ballin’ before, but he sucked mayne. It’s like, everythang he does, he sucks at it. I bet male prostitution, he sucks at it!”
Rex Vinkle: “Yea yea, you know about dat shit.”
Blake Ryder: “Yo f**k you.”
They continue to drive down the road. Rex takes out a blunt and starts to light it up. His partner notices that they’re low on fuel, and need to stop for some. Blake sighs and they pull to the nearest gas station. It’s empty, so they easily drive up to the pump. Rex hides his grass.
Blake Ryder: “I’m gonna get me sum gas.”
Blake exits the van and starts to pump up. Rex opens up the passenger door and gets out. He hides his blunt in his hand and walks over to Blake, looking at the gauge.
Rex Vinkle: “Don’t use up all our money, mayne.”
He sniffs.
Blake Ryder: “The f**k is up with you?”
Rex sniffs again. Blake takes out the pump handle and inserts it back into the pump. Rex suddenly sneezes. His blunt falls out of his hand and into the gas tank.
Rex Vinkle: “Oh shit! Run!”
Without thinking, Blake runs after Rex. Not only 5 seconds later does the van give off an explosive fireworks show. The effects from the van goes after the gas pumps. The entire station goes up in flames. Rex and Blake slowly lift themselves up. They pan over the area, looking at the fireballs and concrete collapse.
Rex Vinkle: “Oh hellz naw! I lost mah blunt!”
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Blake Ryder: “What are you talking about man?”
He stares at his partner with a confused look on his face. Rex slowly lifts himself up. They both sit in their van again, at the gas pump. Rex rubs his eyes and looks around.
Rex Vinkle: “Nuthin’ man. Bad dreamz.”
Blake Ryder: “About what?”
Rex Vinkle: “Shit, just don’t let me exit da van for awhile, aight?”
Blake Ryder: “Wurd.”
Blake opens up the driver’s side, going to pump some gas. Rex sighs and sits back in his chair. He notices his rolled weed is still in his left hand. He takes a hit and sets it on the dashboard. Rex falls asleep as Blake continues to pump up the gas. As he’s done, he starts up the van and they start the drive off.
The camera zooms in on the joint that Rex sat on the dashboard. As Blake goes forward, it rolls down into the vent for AC. Blake is sweating and looks down.
Blake Ryder: “I wonder if dis AC works.”
He switches it on and Rex suddenly jerks up.
Rex Vinkle: “Don’t mayne! Mah grass rolled into-“
The scene goes static.
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Blake Ryder: “Rolled what?”
They’re back at the gas station, Blake looking at his partner. Rex looks around again.
Rex Vinkle: “Oh f**k this! What the hell was I smoking?”
Blake Ryder: “I don’t know, but we should stop with the grass fo awhile. We gotta focus on Daily n Nightly mayne. You do remember dat it’s for the titles, right?”
Rex Vinkle: “Fo sho, I’ll juz throw dis shit out.”
He tosses the lit roll out the window. It lands in a puddle of spilled gasoline. It starts a small fire.
Rex Vinkle: “…”