| Movie Night; [Showdown #036] | |
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| Big Rig | Mar 19 2010, 04:25 AM Post #1 |
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‘The Note’… ‘The Note Pad’… ‘The Maxi Pad’… Damn… what was the name of that movie again… the one that she cries every time she watches it. I stared blankly at wall of videos… are they even called videos anymore. I scratch my head as I glance around looking for a store clerk. Of course not… why would there be a store clerk when I needed one… plus it helps further my story, how interesting would it be if I found help right away. Back to the video wall as I start scanning through the rows after rows of movies halfheartedly. Pick up what ever you want she tells me… yeah right… that’s code for you know what kind of movies I like and don’t screw it up. The minute I walk in with something ‘Ninja Assassin’ or ‘Boondock Saints II’ I’d never hear the end of it. I’d rather fast forward to my match with Howie Banks this Sunday that would be more painless, for me anyways. Hell… I’d even rather watch one of his movies. What… he’s not Howie Banks anymore… that’s right… my bad. He’s Howard ‘The Bank’ Thompson… I forgot. He wants to be taken more serious. “Ex.. excuse me sir… can… can I help you?” The crackling voice breaks my concentration. Bwah. I get a shock as I turn around to find the pimply faced Blockbuster clerk standing behind me. It looks like he washed his face with a pound of bacon grease. Poor little bastard… hopefully puberty is kinder to him. Awkwardly ‘Jimmy’ adjusts his name tag as he stares at me. Help me… right… can he help me? A smile creeps on to my face as I realize there is something Jimmy can help me with. “Howie Banks… do you happen to have any Howie Banks movies Jimmy?” Jimmy looks at me blankly. “Ummm… how did you know my name?” Really... he didn’t just ask how I knew his name. “Ummm… man… its right there on your name tag.” I lift my hand pointing at the name tag in question. Jimmy’s blank stare follows my hand. “Ohhh…. right…. my name tag.” Is this kid on drugs? I snap my fingers in his face bringing him back to reality. “Howie Banks… do you have any Howie Banks movies?” “Howie… Banks?” There’s that blank look again… I don’t think Jimmy is going toe any help to me tonight. “Ohhh… you mean that dude that used to be a wrestler… and then he was a movie star… and then he was a wrestler again?” Oh dear God… there is hope. “Yeah Jimmy... that guy.” “Nope… sorry we don’t have any of his movies. We did… couldn’t get rid of them… we tried to even put them in surprise packages but people just brought them back. I think we burned them all.” Damn… and I was looking for a laugh tonight.... back to looking for that sappy movie. “Wait… I think we do have one copy of one of his later movies left… come with me.” I follow Jimmy as he winds me through the store, past the front counter, through the main doors. Jimmy bends over pulling something out as the propped open door begins to shut. He stands up smiling holding up a copy of ‘Undercover Millionaire’. Howie’s grinning face poking out from under covers as he holds up a wad of cash stares back from the DVD case. WT…F “Dude… what the hell is that movie even about?” “I think he’s a cop that has to go undercover as a millionaire or something like that.” Shaking my head at the cheesy cover I decide it’s best not to bring that home… she’d kill me for sure. “Do you think we could watch a bit of that Jimmy?” Jimmy looks at me unsure of what to do. “Ok… only if you’ll buy me some popcorn and candy.” Blink … blink… two hours later.. my eyes are as dry as the Las Vegas desert. It was like a train wreck… I didn’t want to watch but I couldn’t help it. Two hours of my life that I will never get back… thanks Howie. God… I hope you’re a better wrestler than you’re an actor or it’ll be a pretty short match. Maybe I can drag it out a bit to make it worth it to the fans. “SHIT.” I startle Jimmy as I glance down at my watch. The Blockbuster clerk is peeling his face off of the counter, a long string of drool extending from his bottom lip to the counter. She’s gonna be looking for me… I was supposed to be back two hours ago. DAMN YOU HOWIE!!! I shake an imaginary fist at the sky. I dash for the door glancing back at Jimmy the drool still hanging from his bottom lip. What the hell. I turn around walking back into the store. Reaching into my jacket I pull out an envelope dropping it on the counter in front of Jimmy. “Here man… two tickets for Sunday Night Showdown at Goodfella’s. Enjoy the show on me.” I smile as I head back out the door glancing back at Jimmy. "Reach for the stars Jimmy" If anyone is special needs and deserved a hand it’s certainly Jimmy. |
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