Post by Stone Zellor on Feb 1, 2007 6:23:06 GMT -5
[The scene opens with The Midnight Cowboys, along with Rosie, on a road trip back to Staten Island. Sure it's a long drive - but Rosie is behind the wheel of the orange VW camper as Stone and Clint are partaking in some fine, fine wine. Strawberry Rose MD 20/20. Oh, and Papa Z is riding shotgun]
Stone:
Are we there yet?
Clint:
Does it look like we there yet man?
Stone:
I don't know, bro, Canada all looks the same to me...
Rosie:
We're in the States.
Clint:
We just got into Buffalo.
[Stone perks up a little bit, a huge smile on his face]
Stone:
Can we stop for some wings?
Clint:
No time bro. We gotta get to Staten Island before five.
[Papa Z shudders slightly. Obviously the memory of his fifth wife is still fresh in his mind. Sure she gave him another child, but it was a horrible, horrible marriage. She couldn't cook nor she did enjoy Comedy Central. Talk about mismatch]
Rosie:
Why am I the one driving? I hate driving?
Stone:
'Cause we drinkin'! Am I right, bro?
[Stone lifts his one arm in preparation for an elevated hand slap - but no]
Stone:
Don't leave me hangin'.
Rosie:
Papa Z, do you wanna take over?
[Papa Z shakes his head, no]
Clint: *sympathetically*
Rosie, we've just worked out today ... We deserve a break.
[Just as Papa Z sneaks a bottle of Banana Red MD 20/20 from Stone as he begins to sip away on it]
Stone:
And now Pops has been drinkin' ... That's all three of us that can't be drivin', babe.
Rosie:
You're lucky I love you guys
Stone:
Damn right.
[He says with a smile, when suddenly Clint starts rubbing his stomach. Could it be the mention of food has got the big man hungry?]
Clint:
Damn... you know what, I AM hungry.
[Yes, it did]
Stone:
Wings?
Papa Z:
Crystal -- Bernard?
Rosie:
No, Papa Z, wings like Buffalo wings.
Papa Z:
Damn.
Stone:
Yo, we gettin' some wings or not?
Clint:
Just cause we in Buffalo don't mean the wings are gonna be good, but I could go for some ... And there's a Hooter's near by I think.
[Rosie frowns]
Clint:
Rosie, we're not going to see no hoo-has. We're hungry ... And they're wings are good!
Rosie:
I'm sure somewhere like Wendys do some perfectly good wings or ribs as well.
Clint:
Um, Wendy's doesn't make ribs or wings ... But you know what.. We need to make the driver happy, so Wendy's it is.
[Stone and Papa Z stare daggers for a second. They were this close to going to Hooters. This close to wings. Damn you, Clint, and your somewhat polite manner]
Stone:
Damn!
Papa Z:
... Damn.
Clint:
Hey now guys.. We ain't drivin so we got no right to 'damn' nothing.
Rosie:
Thank you, Cli--
Stone:
But, Hooters, bro.
Clint:
I wanted Hooters too ... And by "I wanted Hooters" I mean I wanted some wings. However, Who's gonna drive if Rosie gets mad? We all blasted as hell, man. Besides, Wendy's is better, we might run into Kyle and Bruce at a Hooters, since, you know ... Flabby man-boobs an' all.
[Everyone laughs]
Stone:
Not like us. We been workin' out an' - washboards abs, baby.
Clint:
And I was born with them bro.
Stone: *mockingly*
I was born wit' them ...
Clint:
I was, it's not my fault you weren't.
Rosie:
Cut it out you two. Sweetums, you have a great stomach.
Stone:
See!
Clint:
Pshhh...
Stone:
Bro, shut it. It ain't my fault I had to work fo' what I got. And, at least I ain't be lookin' like Mystic Ninja or that other fool. I mean, D-X just went right through them.
[They finally arrive at Wendy's. All of them exit the VW and slowly walk up the doors]
Clint:
True that. That Gastown promotion must suck pretty bad. I mean, D-X doesn't go through ANYONE like that.
Stone:
Except "The Foundation"...
Clint:
Well, You got a point but still man.. The Ninja dude and whoever-the-hell is partner was sucked something bad man ... Expositioner?
[All four of them walk into the Wendy's and trot to the line, the inside is fairly busy]
Stone:
They defied physics by suckin' and blowin' at the same time, bro.
Rosie:
They weren't that bad, were they?
Papa Z:
They -- sucked.
Clint:
Oh yeah.
[Rosie is the first of them to order her food]
Rosie:
I'll have a side salad, a yogurt, a water, and a double bacon cheeseburger, please.
Stone:
Make it two, babe.
Rosie:
Double my order.
Clint:
I'll have a large chilli, a triple classic and a 5 piece nugget with a bottled water.
Papa Z:
I want -- twenty -- nuggets.
Waitress:
That'll be 21 dollars.
[Clint pulls out some money and pays the lady as they take the food and sit down to enjoy it]
Clint:
**Eating his chilli** You know something Stone, D-X been messing with us for a long time now.
Stone:
I hear that.
Clint:
Finally though man, Cold Snap brings the end to all this drama ... Me and you against the two dinos for the NAPW tag gold. To be honest, do we really want something that'd make us Canadian wrestling symbols though?
Stone:
We gots to do what we gots to do, bro. Besides, we gots to split them up like a couple of high school sweethearts about to go to community college ... Krystal ...
[Sniffle!]
Clint:
True that brother. I mean though, after all those times of them 'picking' on us ... Of all people.. I mean, we were the innocent ones ...
[They all laugh]
Stone:
Yeah, bro, course we were.
Clint:
Heheh ... Man, That gold would sure look mighty good around our waists.
Stone:
Any gold hangin' from my pants would look good, bro.
Rosie:
Or you could wear it like a normal person, sweetums.
Stone:
Nah, babe. We've spent too damn long chasing these titles ... From the Celts, from D-X. When we get our hands on those titles, it'll be sweet as--
Clint:
Sweet as ... Damn bro, I can't think of anything.
Stone:
Ain't nothin' that sweet, bro.
Clint:
THERE WE GO! Seriously though man, You would have thought that DX would have learned something after I beat the snot out of Stylin' Kyle.. But no, They keep yapping.. and now they have some momentum going into Cold Snap.. Not that it really matters though, I mean, we gonna run circles' round the both of them, Kyle is slow as molasses and Bruce can't wrestle worth a rats patooty.. Papa what you think?
[Papa Z looks across at Stone, who having let Mr. Canada go on Tuesday Night Fights is in a lesser boat than D-X]
Papa Z:
We -- can -- do it!
Stone:
Damn straight.
Clint:
Amen. **finishing his food** Damn that was good.
Rosie:
Ok guys, if ya'll wanna see 'him' before he has to leave we gotta get on going.
Stone:
But I ain't finished my yoghurt yet ... Ah well.
Papa Z:
Lets -- go.
[The four of them get up and throw their trash away and proceed to walk out of the door towards the VW as the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]
Co-written with Clint Zellor
Stone:
Are we there yet?
Clint:
Does it look like we there yet man?
Stone:
I don't know, bro, Canada all looks the same to me...
Rosie:
We're in the States.
Clint:
We just got into Buffalo.
[Stone perks up a little bit, a huge smile on his face]
Stone:
Can we stop for some wings?
Clint:
No time bro. We gotta get to Staten Island before five.
[Papa Z shudders slightly. Obviously the memory of his fifth wife is still fresh in his mind. Sure she gave him another child, but it was a horrible, horrible marriage. She couldn't cook nor she did enjoy Comedy Central. Talk about mismatch]
Rosie:
Why am I the one driving? I hate driving?
Stone:
'Cause we drinkin'! Am I right, bro?
[Stone lifts his one arm in preparation for an elevated hand slap - but no]
Stone:
Don't leave me hangin'.
Rosie:
Papa Z, do you wanna take over?
[Papa Z shakes his head, no]
Clint: *sympathetically*
Rosie, we've just worked out today ... We deserve a break.
[Just as Papa Z sneaks a bottle of Banana Red MD 20/20 from Stone as he begins to sip away on it]
Stone:
And now Pops has been drinkin' ... That's all three of us that can't be drivin', babe.
Rosie:
You're lucky I love you guys
Stone:
Damn right.
[He says with a smile, when suddenly Clint starts rubbing his stomach. Could it be the mention of food has got the big man hungry?]
Clint:
Damn... you know what, I AM hungry.
[Yes, it did]
Stone:
Wings?
Papa Z:
Crystal -- Bernard?
Rosie:
No, Papa Z, wings like Buffalo wings.
Papa Z:
Damn.
Stone:
Yo, we gettin' some wings or not?
Clint:
Just cause we in Buffalo don't mean the wings are gonna be good, but I could go for some ... And there's a Hooter's near by I think.
[Rosie frowns]
Clint:
Rosie, we're not going to see no hoo-has. We're hungry ... And they're wings are good!
Rosie:
I'm sure somewhere like Wendys do some perfectly good wings or ribs as well.
Clint:
Um, Wendy's doesn't make ribs or wings ... But you know what.. We need to make the driver happy, so Wendy's it is.
[Stone and Papa Z stare daggers for a second. They were this close to going to Hooters. This close to wings. Damn you, Clint, and your somewhat polite manner]
Stone:
Damn!
Papa Z:
... Damn.
Clint:
Hey now guys.. We ain't drivin so we got no right to 'damn' nothing.
Rosie:
Thank you, Cli--
Stone:
But, Hooters, bro.
Clint:
I wanted Hooters too ... And by "I wanted Hooters" I mean I wanted some wings. However, Who's gonna drive if Rosie gets mad? We all blasted as hell, man. Besides, Wendy's is better, we might run into Kyle and Bruce at a Hooters, since, you know ... Flabby man-boobs an' all.
[Everyone laughs]
Stone:
Not like us. We been workin' out an' - washboards abs, baby.
Clint:
And I was born with them bro.
Stone: *mockingly*
I was born wit' them ...
Clint:
I was, it's not my fault you weren't.
Rosie:
Cut it out you two. Sweetums, you have a great stomach.
Stone:
See!
Clint:
Pshhh...
Stone:
Bro, shut it. It ain't my fault I had to work fo' what I got. And, at least I ain't be lookin' like Mystic Ninja or that other fool. I mean, D-X just went right through them.
[They finally arrive at Wendy's. All of them exit the VW and slowly walk up the doors]
Clint:
True that. That Gastown promotion must suck pretty bad. I mean, D-X doesn't go through ANYONE like that.
Stone:
Except "The Foundation"...
Clint:
Well, You got a point but still man.. The Ninja dude and whoever-the-hell is partner was sucked something bad man ... Expositioner?
[All four of them walk into the Wendy's and trot to the line, the inside is fairly busy]
Stone:
They defied physics by suckin' and blowin' at the same time, bro.
Rosie:
They weren't that bad, were they?
Papa Z:
They -- sucked.
Clint:
Oh yeah.
[Rosie is the first of them to order her food]
Rosie:
I'll have a side salad, a yogurt, a water, and a double bacon cheeseburger, please.
Stone:
Make it two, babe.
Rosie:
Double my order.
Clint:
I'll have a large chilli, a triple classic and a 5 piece nugget with a bottled water.
Papa Z:
I want -- twenty -- nuggets.
Waitress:
That'll be 21 dollars.
[Clint pulls out some money and pays the lady as they take the food and sit down to enjoy it]
Clint:
**Eating his chilli** You know something Stone, D-X been messing with us for a long time now.
Stone:
I hear that.
Clint:
Finally though man, Cold Snap brings the end to all this drama ... Me and you against the two dinos for the NAPW tag gold. To be honest, do we really want something that'd make us Canadian wrestling symbols though?
Stone:
We gots to do what we gots to do, bro. Besides, we gots to split them up like a couple of high school sweethearts about to go to community college ... Krystal ...
[Sniffle!]
Clint:
True that brother. I mean though, after all those times of them 'picking' on us ... Of all people.. I mean, we were the innocent ones ...
[They all laugh]
Stone:
Yeah, bro, course we were.
Clint:
Heheh ... Man, That gold would sure look mighty good around our waists.
Stone:
Any gold hangin' from my pants would look good, bro.
Rosie:
Or you could wear it like a normal person, sweetums.
Stone:
Nah, babe. We've spent too damn long chasing these titles ... From the Celts, from D-X. When we get our hands on those titles, it'll be sweet as--
Clint:
Sweet as ... Damn bro, I can't think of anything.
Stone:
Ain't nothin' that sweet, bro.
Clint:
THERE WE GO! Seriously though man, You would have thought that DX would have learned something after I beat the snot out of Stylin' Kyle.. But no, They keep yapping.. and now they have some momentum going into Cold Snap.. Not that it really matters though, I mean, we gonna run circles' round the both of them, Kyle is slow as molasses and Bruce can't wrestle worth a rats patooty.. Papa what you think?
[Papa Z looks across at Stone, who having let Mr. Canada go on Tuesday Night Fights is in a lesser boat than D-X]
Papa Z:
We -- can -- do it!
Stone:
Damn straight.
Clint:
Amen. **finishing his food** Damn that was good.
Rosie:
Ok guys, if ya'll wanna see 'him' before he has to leave we gotta get on going.
Stone:
But I ain't finished my yoghurt yet ... Ah well.
Papa Z:
Lets -- go.
[The four of them get up and throw their trash away and proceed to walk out of the door towards the VW as the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]
Co-written with Clint Zellor