Post by thewobert on Apr 19, 2007 16:42:01 GMT -6
The screen fades into a man sitting on his lime green recliner, watching television. There comes a knock on the door in Mr. Gomez’s apartment. He looks up at the clock and calculates in his head that it has been an hour since he ordered his pizza. The pizza is already thirty minutes late and the deliverer was not earning his tip tonight. He lifts himself from his comfy recliner and leaves his TV blaring. The roar of the crowd fills the apartment as Mr. Gomez answers his door.
“Well it’s about damn time.” Mr. Gomez declares as he swings open the door.
“I am truly sorry buddy, but trust me, this pizza is worth it.” Buddy Love states as he turns on the speakers on his belt.
Wearing a Grateful Dead button-up Tie-die shirt and colorful Jimmy Hendrix pants, the small speakers flip-on and “Voodoo Child” by Jimmy Hendrix softly builds to a delicate roar in the hallway. He spins around and holds Mr. Gomez’s pizza in the air. He spreads his legs and tries to pull off the splits. His knees buckle and his legs wobble as he slowly spreads his legs. He gets half-way and his legs give way. Buddy gives out a yelp as he stumbles backwards. Gomez’s pizza bobbles in his hands as he falls onto his rump. The pizza falls downward, but Love catches it mere inches from the ground.
“Reeeeeal smooooooth.” Gomez mocks and flashes a “thumbs up”.
“I try buddy.” He replies picking himself up.
“Is this my order?” Gomez barks as he points at the box.
“It surely is buddy. It has been specially made by myself.” Love proudly states as he opens the box.
Inside rests a large cheese pizza. However, the cheese isn’t a creamy golden-yellow. The cheese is the colors of the rainbow. Red, blue, green, purple, yellow, pink and orange are splattered around the center. Gomez stares at the pizza for a minute and takes it into his hands. Gomez’s mind goes blank and can only stare at the colorful pizza.
“No need to thank me my friend. The cheese is colorful and delightful. Also, here’s a wine cooler on me.” Love declares happily.
“This isn’t what I ordered.” Gomez mutters.
“It is all good buddy. This pizza is on me and I made sure that it is made perfectly for you.” He replies as he peers into the man’s apartment. “Watching wrestling buddy?”
“Hell yeah man, I got that shit saved on Tivo!” He gloats.
“That rocks buddy. Don’t miss the next show man. I’m hoping I pick up my first victory in a triple-threat-match. Tune in next week for a hell of a show. Hopefully I’ll give a good fight to you and the other fans.”
“Good luck I guess….. Just give me my pizza.” Gomez mumbles and shuts his door.
“One down, fifty-five to go.” Buddy Love says to himself as he goes to the next apartment, continuing his quest to win the hearts of the fans.
“Well it’s about damn time.” Mr. Gomez declares as he swings open the door.
“I am truly sorry buddy, but trust me, this pizza is worth it.” Buddy Love states as he turns on the speakers on his belt.
Wearing a Grateful Dead button-up Tie-die shirt and colorful Jimmy Hendrix pants, the small speakers flip-on and “Voodoo Child” by Jimmy Hendrix softly builds to a delicate roar in the hallway. He spins around and holds Mr. Gomez’s pizza in the air. He spreads his legs and tries to pull off the splits. His knees buckle and his legs wobble as he slowly spreads his legs. He gets half-way and his legs give way. Buddy gives out a yelp as he stumbles backwards. Gomez’s pizza bobbles in his hands as he falls onto his rump. The pizza falls downward, but Love catches it mere inches from the ground.
“Reeeeeal smooooooth.” Gomez mocks and flashes a “thumbs up”.
“I try buddy.” He replies picking himself up.
“Is this my order?” Gomez barks as he points at the box.
“It surely is buddy. It has been specially made by myself.” Love proudly states as he opens the box.
Inside rests a large cheese pizza. However, the cheese isn’t a creamy golden-yellow. The cheese is the colors of the rainbow. Red, blue, green, purple, yellow, pink and orange are splattered around the center. Gomez stares at the pizza for a minute and takes it into his hands. Gomez’s mind goes blank and can only stare at the colorful pizza.
“No need to thank me my friend. The cheese is colorful and delightful. Also, here’s a wine cooler on me.” Love declares happily.
“This isn’t what I ordered.” Gomez mutters.
“It is all good buddy. This pizza is on me and I made sure that it is made perfectly for you.” He replies as he peers into the man’s apartment. “Watching wrestling buddy?”
“Hell yeah man, I got that shit saved on Tivo!” He gloats.
“That rocks buddy. Don’t miss the next show man. I’m hoping I pick up my first victory in a triple-threat-match. Tune in next week for a hell of a show. Hopefully I’ll give a good fight to you and the other fans.”
“Good luck I guess….. Just give me my pizza.” Gomez mumbles and shuts his door.
“One down, fifty-five to go.” Buddy Love says to himself as he goes to the next apartment, continuing his quest to win the hearts of the fans.