Taco-Bout Missing The Point (Saga RP #3)
Jan 22, 2020 19:41:37 GMT -5
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Post by The Dunne Deal on Jan 22, 2020 19:41:37 GMT -5
Location: The Delray neighborhood of Detroit, MI
On the corner of Fort Street and Springwells sits an abandoned, long-forgotten Wendy's. Closed in the early 2000s after it was discovered that workers where taking half-eaten burgers from the trash and putting the meat into the company's chile. Now only the building shell remains. It's sign destroyed, in parking lot cracked with all sorts of vegetation growing in it, and numerous amounts of gang-related graffiti tags cover its walls both inside and out. In the corner of the parking lot, however, sits a red box truck. As the camera zooms in for a closer inspection we can see painted on the side is a caricature of a Jalapeno with maracas and the name Enrique's on the side of the truck. A black Ford Escape pulls up beside the trucks and we see Joe Nobody and Travis Monroe get out.
Monroe: "Seriously?"
Nobody: "What?"
Monroe: "A taco truck?"
Nobody: "And what's wrong with a taco truck?"
Monroe: "Nothing I just thought since we were in a Mexicantown, we would eat at, oh I don't know, a Mexican restaurant."
Nobody: "Normally yes, but we're kinda short on time. So waiting for food isn't really an option. Besides I've known Enrique here for 17 years. Trust me, it might be a taco truck but it's worth it. But, I promise next time you're here I'll take you to Armando's. Just make sure it's not during baseball season."
Monroe: "Why do we not want to go to Armando's during baseball season?"
Nobody: "Because as a tradition since the '70s. Every time the Detroit Tiger win a home game they celebrate by going to Armando's. And while I love the Tigers. I'm not waiting for 3 hours."
Monroe: "To get food?"
Nobody: "To get inside."
Monroe: "Oh."
Monroe has a look of shock on his face.
Nobody: "So what do you want?"
Monroe: "What's he got?"
Nobody: "Only three options. All tacos. Carna Asada, Carnitas, and Pollo."
Monroe: "Carne."
Nobody walks up the truck and pounds hard on the side of it.
Nobody: "Enrique open up. I know you're in there man. I can hear Marc Anthony!"
The shutter to the truck springs open and a large heavyset man in a Selena Quintanilla-Pérez T-Shirt looks out the window.
Enrique: "Eh, What'd want, ese?"
Nobody: "' Sup."
Enrique: "Senor Jose, what's happenin' muchacho?"
Nobody: "Nothing much, let me get two. One carne, and one carnitas."
Enrique looks at Nobody.
Enrique clicks his tongue: "Aaah!!"
Nobody looks at Enrique.
Nobody: "Don't do that tongue-click thing with me, pal."
Enrique: "I kid, I kid. Here you go. That'll be ten bucks."
Nobody: "Fine by me."
Nobody pays for the food and walks back to the car. Get inside and hand's Monroe his taco.
Monroe: "Holy hell, this thing is huge. How big is this thing?"
Nobody: "Two pounds."
Monroe looks at Nobody dumbfounded.
Monroe: "This place sells 2-pound tacos?"
Nobody: "Yep, and their only five bucks apiece."
Monroe: "Fuck, not bad.'
The two men eat.
A few minutes after finishing Monroe looks over at Nobody.
Monroe: "Okay, Joe I know you like this place and I will admit the taco was really, really good. But just don't see what makes this place so special. I don't see the importance of this place. I don't understand why you brought me here. There has got to be 100 places to get a taco. Hell, we could have gone to Taco Bell and got a Doritos Locos Taco for all I give a fuck. I don't care."
Nobody: "You're missing the point, Travis. You're missing the goddamn point of me bringing you here. Just like everyone else... Just like how everyone else misses the point of the promos. It's as if people don't understand metaphors anymore. It's as if nobody knows the art of a promo anymore. Just like Fox. Just like Young."
Monroe looks confused.
Nobody: "Let me explain to you this way. When I told you to say that LGBTKO was going to take a test. I was because you had never been in an AWF ring. You were the unknown, a pop quiz so to speak. As you myself, going back to my childhood home. It has nothing about proving myself against the house. It supposed to signify my past. It shows where I was, and that I will not be defined by what happened when I was younger. My past will not dictate my future, understand?"
Monroe: "I kinda get it. But you got to remember in today's day and age if you are clear, people get confused."
Nobody: "I know we got the world literally at our fingertips with smartphones, but instead we waste our time with selfies, and TikTok challenges. The Quest to Beat the Best, it was never about being better. It was about taking people who thought they were better than me, and showing them that they were not invincible. No matter how big and bad they thought they were. There was someone bigger and badder. But what really gives me an aneurysm. Is that you claim to be a preacher of the truth. And yet when the meaning slaps you right in the face you're just like everyone else, you miss it. Look at where we are. We are just outside of a neighborhood in Southwest Detroit called Mexicantown. There are Latino restaurants and stores lining up and down almost every street here. We could have gone to El Ranchero. We could have got to the Mexicantown Resturant. We could have gone to Camino Real. We could have gone to Armando's. We could have gone to any one of the numerous restaurants around here and got me the exact same thing we got here. And yet, I brought you here to a taco truck. I brought you here to Enrique's; a man that I have known for 17 goddamn years. And why you may ask, it was never about the food. Okay, it was about the food it's lunchtime and we're hungry. But the significance is in its location. Here we sit in a car that I worked my ass off to get, eating tacos from a taco truck. A taco truck parked in the parking lot of an abandoned Wendy's. You see the significance now.
Monroe's eye widens as it finally clicks in his head.
Monroe: "We are the taco truck. Everyone looks at us as if we are inferior. They say there's no way we can be as good as everyone claims. Because we are a taco truck. We can't be as good as everyone claims because our kitchen has wheels. We can't be good as everyone claims because we're constantly moving."
Nobody smiles.
Nobody: "See you get it. We went from Destiny Wrestling to AWF and sure things got a rough start. But we are going to see this through. Where not just going to stop and head to someplace like Phantom Horse Industries or J-ROK or anywhere else because things got a little rough for us here in AWF. But you know what? Despite all the ridicule all the questioning. People still want to see us. People still come here to see us wrestle. Just like people still come here to get a taco. Enrique has been in the same spot for 20 years and he's never going to move. It sets him apart from the crowd people automatically know where to come. As for Ryan Young and Bloodied Fox for as good as they are, and for much respect as you and I have for them. They are that abandoned Wendy's over there. Dirty, dusty and soon to be forgotten. A tree grows in the middle of its lobby. It's empty, hollow devoid of any emotion. any brain cells. No one comes here anymore. No one sits here and eats a Baconator and fries anymore. It has been left abandoned. Everyone knows Wendy's. Everyone knows what they have to offer, the menu never changes, and it's been that way forever. Sure they might get something new for a limited time, but the core menu never changes. Just like LGBTKO."
On the corner of Fort Street and Springwells sits an abandoned, long-forgotten Wendy's. Closed in the early 2000s after it was discovered that workers where taking half-eaten burgers from the trash and putting the meat into the company's chile. Now only the building shell remains. It's sign destroyed, in parking lot cracked with all sorts of vegetation growing in it, and numerous amounts of gang-related graffiti tags cover its walls both inside and out. In the corner of the parking lot, however, sits a red box truck. As the camera zooms in for a closer inspection we can see painted on the side is a caricature of a Jalapeno with maracas and the name Enrique's on the side of the truck. A black Ford Escape pulls up beside the trucks and we see Joe Nobody and Travis Monroe get out.
Monroe: "Seriously?"
Nobody: "What?"
Monroe: "A taco truck?"
Nobody: "And what's wrong with a taco truck?"
Monroe: "Nothing I just thought since we were in a Mexicantown, we would eat at, oh I don't know, a Mexican restaurant."
Nobody: "Normally yes, but we're kinda short on time. So waiting for food isn't really an option. Besides I've known Enrique here for 17 years. Trust me, it might be a taco truck but it's worth it. But, I promise next time you're here I'll take you to Armando's. Just make sure it's not during baseball season."
Monroe: "Why do we not want to go to Armando's during baseball season?"
Nobody: "Because as a tradition since the '70s. Every time the Detroit Tiger win a home game they celebrate by going to Armando's. And while I love the Tigers. I'm not waiting for 3 hours."
Monroe: "To get food?"
Nobody: "To get inside."
Monroe: "Oh."
Monroe has a look of shock on his face.
Nobody: "So what do you want?"
Monroe: "What's he got?"
Nobody: "Only three options. All tacos. Carna Asada, Carnitas, and Pollo."
Monroe: "Carne."
Nobody walks up the truck and pounds hard on the side of it.
Nobody: "Enrique open up. I know you're in there man. I can hear Marc Anthony!"
The shutter to the truck springs open and a large heavyset man in a Selena Quintanilla-Pérez T-Shirt looks out the window.
Enrique: "Eh, What'd want, ese?"
Nobody: "' Sup."
Enrique: "Senor Jose, what's happenin' muchacho?"
Nobody: "Nothing much, let me get two. One carne, and one carnitas."
Enrique looks at Nobody.
Enrique clicks his tongue: "Aaah!!"
Nobody looks at Enrique.
Nobody: "Don't do that tongue-click thing with me, pal."
Enrique: "I kid, I kid. Here you go. That'll be ten bucks."
Nobody: "Fine by me."
Nobody pays for the food and walks back to the car. Get inside and hand's Monroe his taco.
Monroe: "Holy hell, this thing is huge. How big is this thing?"
Nobody: "Two pounds."
Monroe looks at Nobody dumbfounded.
Monroe: "This place sells 2-pound tacos?"
Nobody: "Yep, and their only five bucks apiece."
Monroe: "Fuck, not bad.'
The two men eat.
A few minutes after finishing Monroe looks over at Nobody.
Monroe: "Okay, Joe I know you like this place and I will admit the taco was really, really good. But just don't see what makes this place so special. I don't see the importance of this place. I don't understand why you brought me here. There has got to be 100 places to get a taco. Hell, we could have gone to Taco Bell and got a Doritos Locos Taco for all I give a fuck. I don't care."
Nobody: "You're missing the point, Travis. You're missing the goddamn point of me bringing you here. Just like everyone else... Just like how everyone else misses the point of the promos. It's as if people don't understand metaphors anymore. It's as if nobody knows the art of a promo anymore. Just like Fox. Just like Young."
Monroe looks confused.
Nobody: "Let me explain to you this way. When I told you to say that LGBTKO was going to take a test. I was because you had never been in an AWF ring. You were the unknown, a pop quiz so to speak. As you myself, going back to my childhood home. It has nothing about proving myself against the house. It supposed to signify my past. It shows where I was, and that I will not be defined by what happened when I was younger. My past will not dictate my future, understand?"
Monroe: "I kinda get it. But you got to remember in today's day and age if you are clear, people get confused."
Nobody: "I know we got the world literally at our fingertips with smartphones, but instead we waste our time with selfies, and TikTok challenges. The Quest to Beat the Best, it was never about being better. It was about taking people who thought they were better than me, and showing them that they were not invincible. No matter how big and bad they thought they were. There was someone bigger and badder. But what really gives me an aneurysm. Is that you claim to be a preacher of the truth. And yet when the meaning slaps you right in the face you're just like everyone else, you miss it. Look at where we are. We are just outside of a neighborhood in Southwest Detroit called Mexicantown. There are Latino restaurants and stores lining up and down almost every street here. We could have gone to El Ranchero. We could have got to the Mexicantown Resturant. We could have gone to Camino Real. We could have gone to Armando's. We could have gone to any one of the numerous restaurants around here and got me the exact same thing we got here. And yet, I brought you here to a taco truck. I brought you here to Enrique's; a man that I have known for 17 goddamn years. And why you may ask, it was never about the food. Okay, it was about the food it's lunchtime and we're hungry. But the significance is in its location. Here we sit in a car that I worked my ass off to get, eating tacos from a taco truck. A taco truck parked in the parking lot of an abandoned Wendy's. You see the significance now.
Monroe's eye widens as it finally clicks in his head.
Monroe: "We are the taco truck. Everyone looks at us as if we are inferior. They say there's no way we can be as good as everyone claims. Because we are a taco truck. We can't be as good as everyone claims because our kitchen has wheels. We can't be good as everyone claims because we're constantly moving."
Nobody smiles.
Nobody: "See you get it. We went from Destiny Wrestling to AWF and sure things got a rough start. But we are going to see this through. Where not just going to stop and head to someplace like Phantom Horse Industries or J-ROK or anywhere else because things got a little rough for us here in AWF. But you know what? Despite all the ridicule all the questioning. People still want to see us. People still come here to see us wrestle. Just like people still come here to get a taco. Enrique has been in the same spot for 20 years and he's never going to move. It sets him apart from the crowd people automatically know where to come. As for Ryan Young and Bloodied Fox for as good as they are, and for much respect as you and I have for them. They are that abandoned Wendy's over there. Dirty, dusty and soon to be forgotten. A tree grows in the middle of its lobby. It's empty, hollow devoid of any emotion. any brain cells. No one comes here anymore. No one sits here and eats a Baconator and fries anymore. It has been left abandoned. Everyone knows Wendy's. Everyone knows what they have to offer, the menu never changes, and it's been that way forever. Sure they might get something new for a limited time, but the core menu never changes. Just like LGBTKO."
