Post by letham on Jul 31, 2008 20:41:38 GMT -6
Dusk begins to settle upon a humid day. The skies have a turned a purplish orange, with a mix of gray. The camera focuses on an aerial view of a busy intersection; a couple of cars stopping and going while the light changes from red to green and back to red.
A gas station sits on the corner. A few cars are parked in the small space near the convenient store, and there's also a car idling at one of the pumps, with the driver filling up the tank. Across the street there only lies houses and trees.
Letham walks towards the gas station from across the street. The camera catches him and follows him into the convenient store.
Letham walks towards the pre-made sandwich rack and searches from something to conquer his appetite. he adjusts his green bandanna thats tied around his head as he fingers through the selection.
Turkey and swiss, ham and American, ugh, no roast beef?!
Letham bends back to get a wider view of the selection. His dark brown t-shirt and grey cut off work pants look a little damp from walking around outside in the humidity. He finally spots a sandwich of his liking and makes his way towards the beverage refrigerators. He pulls out two bottles of Dos Equis' and walks to the counter.
You know, you guys should start making fresh sandwiches, like a deli. Why don't you guys have a deli?
The man at the counter, probably 16 years old, completely ignores letham.
That's, uh, 7 dollars, you want a bag?
Ugh, no, I'm cool.
The kid puts everything in a bag anyway and letham leaves a little frustrated. He looks to his right and sees a small grassy area with a bench. There's a dirty old man on one side of the bench sleeping.
Maybe he wants a beer?
Letham approaches the bench and sits in the middle of it, the old man looks over.
hey, how's it goin, want a beer?
Eh, fuckin, *incoherent mumbling* fuckin, yeah.
Letham hands the man a beer. They both open it, Letham toasts to the man, the man just drinks the beer without any more acknowledgment.
Your welcome kind sir.
Letham takes a swig and the begin to open and eat his sandwich. After a bite, he clears his throat with another swig.
In the city, I can go to any corner, on any block, and find a sandwich about 20 times better than something like this. Today, I've been walking for 45 minutes, and that was the first place I was even able to find anything but turkey and ham....ugh, ham....
Letham takes another bite
But thats not really why I brought this camera crew to follow me around Dallas, no, the real reason is so that I can talk about Dos Equis beer.
EHHHHH...motherfucker....
letham looks over and shakes his head.
Exactly. Yeah, we can get this stuff on the east coast, but the having it at my fingertips everywhere I go here, amazing. Just exquisite.
Now, these constant food similes surrounding my match at the pay per view has brought me to branch of a little bit into the alcohol genre. Sundaes and devil food cake are just terrific when in the mood, but a good beer, you can never not be in the mood for that.
Letham raises his beer.
Shall we?
He takes a sip.
Now that, that has a refreshing taste, something that not only provides a unique flavor, but can really take down a tough challenge, like thirst. This is where the big military man can come in.
Omerta, I'm sorry for comparing you to a sundae rather than a terminal illness like you suggested, I just don't think we know each other that well in order for me to give you that high prestige of being on the same level as cancer, or AIDS, or herpes for that matter. Now I know that herpes isn't terminal, but I feel like maybe you'd need to climb that ladder in order to reach the title of cancerous and herpes could be like the first or second rung for ya.
Anyway, thirst. Omerta and thirst seem to be pretty comparable. I mean, what's worse than being dehydrated on a scorching 95 degree day with the sun beating down and no water in sight. That's what I call a challenge, maybe even a 7 foot, 300 lb challenge. If I were to scratch my ego for just a short while, I give myself the honor of being a bottle of refreshing Dos Equis for this little skit. The SNW needs a little refreshing and who better to clean up the boring and de-engerizing group of low level brawlers than me, the East Coast Assassin himself.
To cure that thirst, you won't even need more than a bottle of Mexico's finest, so my efforts won't be fully needed to bring down Sir Cancer, which leaves all the more for the greatest wrestler in professional sports today, the lionheart.
letham smiles, then takes down a large gulp of beer. He looks over to the old man who has finished his beer all ready and is past out.
As my friend to my right probably witnesses a lot, in most beers, there is that nagging last gulp. The back wash, the dregs of the beer. No one wants it, but it's hard to just let it sit there. Lionheart, when I think of that last bit of beer just sitting at the bottom of every beer I've ever had, I see you, the dregs of the SNW, the nobody, the one they throw in front of cars and buses just because they are good for nothing else.
Letham looks at his beer
But take this Dos Equis, this crisp and flavorful beer. This beer just doesn't leave that nasty last gulp, leaving an awful taste in your mouth when you're done.
Letham takes the last sip of beer and brings the bottle back from his lips. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction.
That, that was how a beer should be. And that's why I'm here Lionheart, to bring the SNW audience away from that awful, disgusting taste in their mouth when they watch you in action. And that's why the viewers are tuning into the pay per view, to see the SNW finally showcase a match that will rid this federation of the nobodies. And don't think this doesn't include you Omerta. I've come to Dallas, to the SNW, to fulfill the expectations that the SNW set out to reach. No longer will people come to see a pathetic son of a bitch with PTSD spewing Marnies television taglines or a guy with the comprehension of a 7 year old who can't complete a thought without contradicting himself.
Letham gets up and wakes up the man next to him.
Fuckin' fucks, fuckin rip their throats out!
And so it goes...
Letham tosses the beer aside into a trash can and walks off. The camera zooms out and raises into an aerial view. The scene fades the black.
End
A gas station sits on the corner. A few cars are parked in the small space near the convenient store, and there's also a car idling at one of the pumps, with the driver filling up the tank. Across the street there only lies houses and trees.
Letham walks towards the gas station from across the street. The camera catches him and follows him into the convenient store.
Letham walks towards the pre-made sandwich rack and searches from something to conquer his appetite. he adjusts his green bandanna thats tied around his head as he fingers through the selection.
Turkey and swiss, ham and American, ugh, no roast beef?!
Letham bends back to get a wider view of the selection. His dark brown t-shirt and grey cut off work pants look a little damp from walking around outside in the humidity. He finally spots a sandwich of his liking and makes his way towards the beverage refrigerators. He pulls out two bottles of Dos Equis' and walks to the counter.
You know, you guys should start making fresh sandwiches, like a deli. Why don't you guys have a deli?
The man at the counter, probably 16 years old, completely ignores letham.
That's, uh, 7 dollars, you want a bag?
Ugh, no, I'm cool.
The kid puts everything in a bag anyway and letham leaves a little frustrated. He looks to his right and sees a small grassy area with a bench. There's a dirty old man on one side of the bench sleeping.
Maybe he wants a beer?
Letham approaches the bench and sits in the middle of it, the old man looks over.
hey, how's it goin, want a beer?
Eh, fuckin, *incoherent mumbling* fuckin, yeah.
Letham hands the man a beer. They both open it, Letham toasts to the man, the man just drinks the beer without any more acknowledgment.
Your welcome kind sir.
Letham takes a swig and the begin to open and eat his sandwich. After a bite, he clears his throat with another swig.
In the city, I can go to any corner, on any block, and find a sandwich about 20 times better than something like this. Today, I've been walking for 45 minutes, and that was the first place I was even able to find anything but turkey and ham....ugh, ham....
Letham takes another bite
But thats not really why I brought this camera crew to follow me around Dallas, no, the real reason is so that I can talk about Dos Equis beer.
EHHHHH...motherfucker....
letham looks over and shakes his head.
Exactly. Yeah, we can get this stuff on the east coast, but the having it at my fingertips everywhere I go here, amazing. Just exquisite.
Now, these constant food similes surrounding my match at the pay per view has brought me to branch of a little bit into the alcohol genre. Sundaes and devil food cake are just terrific when in the mood, but a good beer, you can never not be in the mood for that.
Letham raises his beer.
Shall we?
He takes a sip.
Now that, that has a refreshing taste, something that not only provides a unique flavor, but can really take down a tough challenge, like thirst. This is where the big military man can come in.
Omerta, I'm sorry for comparing you to a sundae rather than a terminal illness like you suggested, I just don't think we know each other that well in order for me to give you that high prestige of being on the same level as cancer, or AIDS, or herpes for that matter. Now I know that herpes isn't terminal, but I feel like maybe you'd need to climb that ladder in order to reach the title of cancerous and herpes could be like the first or second rung for ya.
Anyway, thirst. Omerta and thirst seem to be pretty comparable. I mean, what's worse than being dehydrated on a scorching 95 degree day with the sun beating down and no water in sight. That's what I call a challenge, maybe even a 7 foot, 300 lb challenge. If I were to scratch my ego for just a short while, I give myself the honor of being a bottle of refreshing Dos Equis for this little skit. The SNW needs a little refreshing and who better to clean up the boring and de-engerizing group of low level brawlers than me, the East Coast Assassin himself.
To cure that thirst, you won't even need more than a bottle of Mexico's finest, so my efforts won't be fully needed to bring down Sir Cancer, which leaves all the more for the greatest wrestler in professional sports today, the lionheart.
letham smiles, then takes down a large gulp of beer. He looks over to the old man who has finished his beer all ready and is past out.
As my friend to my right probably witnesses a lot, in most beers, there is that nagging last gulp. The back wash, the dregs of the beer. No one wants it, but it's hard to just let it sit there. Lionheart, when I think of that last bit of beer just sitting at the bottom of every beer I've ever had, I see you, the dregs of the SNW, the nobody, the one they throw in front of cars and buses just because they are good for nothing else.
Letham looks at his beer
But take this Dos Equis, this crisp and flavorful beer. This beer just doesn't leave that nasty last gulp, leaving an awful taste in your mouth when you're done.
Letham takes the last sip of beer and brings the bottle back from his lips. He lets out a sigh of satisfaction.
That, that was how a beer should be. And that's why I'm here Lionheart, to bring the SNW audience away from that awful, disgusting taste in their mouth when they watch you in action. And that's why the viewers are tuning into the pay per view, to see the SNW finally showcase a match that will rid this federation of the nobodies. And don't think this doesn't include you Omerta. I've come to Dallas, to the SNW, to fulfill the expectations that the SNW set out to reach. No longer will people come to see a pathetic son of a bitch with PTSD spewing Marnies television taglines or a guy with the comprehension of a 7 year old who can't complete a thought without contradicting himself.
Letham gets up and wakes up the man next to him.
Fuckin' fucks, fuckin rip their throats out!
And so it goes...
Letham tosses the beer aside into a trash can and walks off. The camera zooms out and raises into an aerial view. The scene fades the black.
End