Rob and the Beanstalk
Oct 22, 2020 15:38:46 GMT -5
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Post by Rob Garcia on Oct 22, 2020 15:38:46 GMT -5
Day: Tuesday
Time: 11:44am
Location “Bling Beverly Hills” in Beverly Hills, Ca.
Our scene opens up in Beverly Hills California at the famous jewelers “Bling Beverly Hills.” By looking around you could see this establishment is very high end. As the camera pans around looking at all the gorgeous diamonds, gold, other types of jewelry and then we see at the front counter, Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon talking to one of the workers. The man then steps away and heads towards the back
Jeff: So what did you have done?
Rob grins and turns to Jeff.
Rob: Well, I updated the Phoenix Championship. I had them add onto my title, making it now 20 pounds of gold!
Jeff’s eyes widen with an expression of shock.
Jeff: Twenty pounds?! Jeez! I can’t even bench press that, how will you carry it around?!
Rob’s about to answer and then frowns.
Rob: Jeff, you can’t bench twenty pounds? I thought we talked about this. You need to be in the gym 5 days a week, every week.
Jeff puts his head down in shame and before he could answer, the jeweler walks out with a velvet bag.
Jeweler: Alright, gentlemen, here you go!
He hands the bag over to them, they thank the man and then walk out.
As they walk out the building, Rob takes the title out the bag and throws the newly massive championship over his shoulder and they make their way towards the limousine that’s waiting for them.
The people in the parking lot stop and stare as the two friends make their way to the vehicle. They arrive and the chauffeur opens the door for them and they both enter. They sit down in the limo, Jeff reaches over to a compartment and pulls out two bottles of water and hands one to Rob. Rob starts to twist the top off his bottle and with a smile he looks over at Jeff.
Rob: Did you see that?! Everyone was staring at us.
Jeff finishes swigging down some water, nods.
Jeff: Mmmhhmmm!!
Rob twists off the top and takes a sip.
Rob: We looked so cool. We looked really cool holding all the titles on Prestige.
He says with a smirk, very impressed with himself.
Rob: I’m feeling really good, Jeff. So good I want to do something nice for someone. Whose life sucks?
Jeff reaches over towards another compartment and pulls out a tablet. He taps away on it and then looks over at Rob, who is just staring at his title smiling.
Jeff: Well..
Rob looks over to Jeff.
Jeff: Eddie Wanker’s wife just passed away.. I know he and I have had our differences, but he’s got to be struggling with that right now.
Rob thinks on those words and then gives off a sympathetic vibe.
Rob: Damn… Rest in peace.
Rob says then doing the sign of the cross. Him and Jeff sit there for a moment in silence, and then Rob looks over to Jeff.
Rob: Okay, let’s send the Wanker family a shit load of flowers
Jeff: Good idea.
Jeff says while typing that down on the tablet.
Rob: I also want you to add in a gift certificate to Tinder for unlimited swipes, there's no time to waste!
Jeff slowly turns his head to Rob, his lips are puckered and his eyes wide open. He stares in shock not quite sure how to reply. After a couple seconds pass he musters up the courage to speak up.
Jeff: Rob… Are you sure you wanna d-
Rob nods his head aggressively and then turns to Jeff to explain.
Rob: Absolutely, Jeff! Look, we have been to war with those guys, but Eddie just lost his wife and all bullshit between us aside, I think this is the right thing to do.
Jeff sits there trying to think of something to say and just before he can speak Rob continues.
Rob: I mean, I can only imagine all the crap he has to deal with behind the scenes with Adam and the other guy. You know one of the AWF camera men told me Adam Sanders makes the camera crew show up an hour early. And he keeps the cameras off and makes them watch him jerk off and talk about himself?! So imagine all the stuff Eddie has to deal with besides that?!
Jeff looks completely disgusted by what he just heard.
Jeff: What?! What camera man told you that?!
Rob's eyes shift side to side.
Rob: He quit, you don’t know him. But look, I really want to do something nice for someone, so send that out! Life’s too good right now, I gotta do something nice for someone else.
Jeff looks at Rob trying to take everything in and then he shakes his head and just shrugs.
Jeff: All right, Rob… Whatever gets you focused for your match, and I'll look for someone else who's in need of help, I guess.
Rob: Oh, I’m ready, never been more ready.
We then see the limo drive off and the scene fades out.
/\/\/fades out\/\/\
Day: Wednesday
Time: 4:04pm
Location La Vegas NV. Caesars palace.
Our scene opens up inside Rob Garcia’s hotel room. He is dressed very nicely and is currently in town for an autograph signing while also doing an interview with “Inside the Roper” this Friday.
He walks over to his bed where his championship is laid out. He looks down at it with pride and then picks it up and throws it over his shoulder.
He looks over towards the championship.
Rob: Look at this, isn’t this beautiful? It really is perfectly designed, and something like this should only be in the hands of someone who’s is perfect as I am.
Rob says with a deceitful grin. He then looks up into the camera.
Rob: Roger Riggs, Mr. Straight to DVD himself wants this championship.He somehow slipped past my cousin Carlos and now has his eyes locked on the champ.
Rob says shaking his head. With a sinister smile he tilts his head gazing ahead.
Rob: I don’t know if you know this Roger, but I actually am from Los Angeles. I actually remember hearing about you too. So you could imagine how hard I laughed when I heard all the bullshit stories you told everyone about your past.
Rob says with a chuckle.
Rob: The Lethal Weapon… You’re really riding on that name after having murdered a fellow American? Not cool Roger, but nothing about your giraffe sized structure is cool. What are you? 6’7 150 pounds? You look like Slinderman afte he went on a two week meth run! If you need a personal trainer, I can recommend you to Jeff Noon.
Rob says in a condescending manner and throws in a chuckle to add on some extra prick to his personality.
Rob: Roger Riggs, the jolly green beanstalk. You seemed overconfident with Carlos, and where as he may have fallen for that crap, I won’t. I remember you talking yourself up for the Fired-Up tournament, trying to convince yourself you were a badass, and then getting knocked out in the first round. So don’t you go and bring your wanna-be tough guy bullshit to me, Rog’ I ain’t buying in. I’m not trying to downplay your victory, you won a match. Good job. But, you can drop the act with me.
Rob smirks.
Rob: Speaking of bad acting, did you join professional wrestling because you couldn't even get yourself in the Walmart straight to DVD bargain bin? I mean, you tried out Hollywood, great, don’t go and call yourself an actor when you failed miserably. You did a terrible fantasy version of your life story, that only became a hit due to how bad your performance was. Not just that, did you really think your stretch armstrong type body was a good look for an action star?! You got that viral 10 second internet fame and told everyone you were a movie star. What I'm trying to say is, I’m not good at riding motorcycles, I don’t call myself Rob the biker. You’re not even good at acting like you’re tough. For instance, you claim to be the purple belt, judo, ‘‘Lethal Weapon’’ and come out to the entrance music you have?!
Rob says laughing. He tries to gain his composure and then continues.
Rob: That theme you come out to is as weak as your under 200 pound frame!
He giggles again, and after a few seconds, raises an eyebrow and looks into the camera.
Rob: So, check it out Roger. I busted my ass to get where I am now and if you think I’m just going to quit now, then you’re more ridiculous than your shit clothing line. I had to beat two of my best friends in the toughest match of my life! I’m not letting you take this away from me, I ain’t letting anyone take this from me! I’m going to retire with this title! This championship means more to me than anything else in the world. For someone like you, you might think this is going to be another “accomplishment,” and I use that word lightly, to be added to your long list of unimpressive accolades. Well, you’re going to have to put everything you got on the line, Rog! And I don’t think you have enough to match me when it's time to ante up!
Rob says in a more contentious manner. The smiling and laughing has faded away, his tone sounding more cold blooded.
Rob: The Revenants hold all the gold now, Roger and if you think I’m going to be the one who loses his title to embarrass myself and my brothers, then you should go back to acting in infomercials because you’ve gotten yourself into something you’re not ready for. You’re on a long list of many that said and thought they’d be the ones to take down the Revenants, to get one over on us, and just like all the others that have come before you, you will be left hurt and humiliated. You ask anyone of those losers we stomped out and ruined the lives of and they’ll tell you to quit now.
Rob stops and thinks on it, he then smiles with an evil appearance.
Rob: I guess quitting is something you’re used to. You quit on the people of Los Angeles when you killed that poor father, son, brother and husband… Then tried to tell everyone he was in organized crime, instead of what really happened.. That is, you were just a drunken mess and didn’t know how to use a gun properly.
Rob says in a malignant style. He then looks back down at his championship and then looks down at his watch. Then with a grin, he looks back up.
Rob: Well, right now, I got somewhere to be, you lanky bastard. You think about everything I said. But for now, I’ll see you and everyone else at my interview tomorrow with Inside the Ropes, so go fuck yourself. I'll be seeing you around.
He then winks at the camera with the most obnoxious demeanor and walks off screen.
/\/\/Fades to black\/\/\
Time: 11:44am
Location “Bling Beverly Hills” in Beverly Hills, Ca.
Our scene opens up in Beverly Hills California at the famous jewelers “Bling Beverly Hills.” By looking around you could see this establishment is very high end. As the camera pans around looking at all the gorgeous diamonds, gold, other types of jewelry and then we see at the front counter, Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon talking to one of the workers. The man then steps away and heads towards the back
Jeff: So what did you have done?
Rob grins and turns to Jeff.
Rob: Well, I updated the Phoenix Championship. I had them add onto my title, making it now 20 pounds of gold!
Jeff’s eyes widen with an expression of shock.
Jeff: Twenty pounds?! Jeez! I can’t even bench press that, how will you carry it around?!
Rob’s about to answer and then frowns.
Rob: Jeff, you can’t bench twenty pounds? I thought we talked about this. You need to be in the gym 5 days a week, every week.
Jeff puts his head down in shame and before he could answer, the jeweler walks out with a velvet bag.
Jeweler: Alright, gentlemen, here you go!
He hands the bag over to them, they thank the man and then walk out.
As they walk out the building, Rob takes the title out the bag and throws the newly massive championship over his shoulder and they make their way towards the limousine that’s waiting for them.
The people in the parking lot stop and stare as the two friends make their way to the vehicle. They arrive and the chauffeur opens the door for them and they both enter. They sit down in the limo, Jeff reaches over to a compartment and pulls out two bottles of water and hands one to Rob. Rob starts to twist the top off his bottle and with a smile he looks over at Jeff.
Rob: Did you see that?! Everyone was staring at us.
Jeff finishes swigging down some water, nods.
Jeff: Mmmhhmmm!!
Rob twists off the top and takes a sip.
Rob: We looked so cool. We looked really cool holding all the titles on Prestige.
He says with a smirk, very impressed with himself.
Rob: I’m feeling really good, Jeff. So good I want to do something nice for someone. Whose life sucks?
Jeff reaches over towards another compartment and pulls out a tablet. He taps away on it and then looks over at Rob, who is just staring at his title smiling.
Jeff: Well..
Rob looks over to Jeff.
Jeff: Eddie Wanker’s wife just passed away.. I know he and I have had our differences, but he’s got to be struggling with that right now.
Rob thinks on those words and then gives off a sympathetic vibe.
Rob: Damn… Rest in peace.
Rob says then doing the sign of the cross. Him and Jeff sit there for a moment in silence, and then Rob looks over to Jeff.
Rob: Okay, let’s send the Wanker family a shit load of flowers
Jeff: Good idea.
Jeff says while typing that down on the tablet.
Rob: I also want you to add in a gift certificate to Tinder for unlimited swipes, there's no time to waste!
Jeff slowly turns his head to Rob, his lips are puckered and his eyes wide open. He stares in shock not quite sure how to reply. After a couple seconds pass he musters up the courage to speak up.
Jeff: Rob… Are you sure you wanna d-
Rob nods his head aggressively and then turns to Jeff to explain.
Rob: Absolutely, Jeff! Look, we have been to war with those guys, but Eddie just lost his wife and all bullshit between us aside, I think this is the right thing to do.
Jeff sits there trying to think of something to say and just before he can speak Rob continues.
Rob: I mean, I can only imagine all the crap he has to deal with behind the scenes with Adam and the other guy. You know one of the AWF camera men told me Adam Sanders makes the camera crew show up an hour early. And he keeps the cameras off and makes them watch him jerk off and talk about himself?! So imagine all the stuff Eddie has to deal with besides that?!
Jeff looks completely disgusted by what he just heard.
Jeff: What?! What camera man told you that?!
Rob's eyes shift side to side.
Rob: He quit, you don’t know him. But look, I really want to do something nice for someone, so send that out! Life’s too good right now, I gotta do something nice for someone else.
Jeff looks at Rob trying to take everything in and then he shakes his head and just shrugs.
Jeff: All right, Rob… Whatever gets you focused for your match, and I'll look for someone else who's in need of help, I guess.
Rob: Oh, I’m ready, never been more ready.
We then see the limo drive off and the scene fades out.
/\/\/fades out\/\/\
Day: Wednesday
Time: 4:04pm
Location La Vegas NV. Caesars palace.
Our scene opens up inside Rob Garcia’s hotel room. He is dressed very nicely and is currently in town for an autograph signing while also doing an interview with “Inside the Roper” this Friday.
He walks over to his bed where his championship is laid out. He looks down at it with pride and then picks it up and throws it over his shoulder.
He looks over towards the championship.
Rob: Look at this, isn’t this beautiful? It really is perfectly designed, and something like this should only be in the hands of someone who’s is perfect as I am.
Rob says with a deceitful grin. He then looks up into the camera.
Rob: Roger Riggs, Mr. Straight to DVD himself wants this championship.He somehow slipped past my cousin Carlos and now has his eyes locked on the champ.
Rob says shaking his head. With a sinister smile he tilts his head gazing ahead.
Rob: I don’t know if you know this Roger, but I actually am from Los Angeles. I actually remember hearing about you too. So you could imagine how hard I laughed when I heard all the bullshit stories you told everyone about your past.
Rob says with a chuckle.
Rob: The Lethal Weapon… You’re really riding on that name after having murdered a fellow American? Not cool Roger, but nothing about your giraffe sized structure is cool. What are you? 6’7 150 pounds? You look like Slinderman afte he went on a two week meth run! If you need a personal trainer, I can recommend you to Jeff Noon.
Rob says in a condescending manner and throws in a chuckle to add on some extra prick to his personality.
Rob: Roger Riggs, the jolly green beanstalk. You seemed overconfident with Carlos, and where as he may have fallen for that crap, I won’t. I remember you talking yourself up for the Fired-Up tournament, trying to convince yourself you were a badass, and then getting knocked out in the first round. So don’t you go and bring your wanna-be tough guy bullshit to me, Rog’ I ain’t buying in. I’m not trying to downplay your victory, you won a match. Good job. But, you can drop the act with me.
Rob smirks.
Rob: Speaking of bad acting, did you join professional wrestling because you couldn't even get yourself in the Walmart straight to DVD bargain bin? I mean, you tried out Hollywood, great, don’t go and call yourself an actor when you failed miserably. You did a terrible fantasy version of your life story, that only became a hit due to how bad your performance was. Not just that, did you really think your stretch armstrong type body was a good look for an action star?! You got that viral 10 second internet fame and told everyone you were a movie star. What I'm trying to say is, I’m not good at riding motorcycles, I don’t call myself Rob the biker. You’re not even good at acting like you’re tough. For instance, you claim to be the purple belt, judo, ‘‘Lethal Weapon’’ and come out to the entrance music you have?!
Rob says laughing. He tries to gain his composure and then continues.
Rob: That theme you come out to is as weak as your under 200 pound frame!
He giggles again, and after a few seconds, raises an eyebrow and looks into the camera.
Rob: So, check it out Roger. I busted my ass to get where I am now and if you think I’m just going to quit now, then you’re more ridiculous than your shit clothing line. I had to beat two of my best friends in the toughest match of my life! I’m not letting you take this away from me, I ain’t letting anyone take this from me! I’m going to retire with this title! This championship means more to me than anything else in the world. For someone like you, you might think this is going to be another “accomplishment,” and I use that word lightly, to be added to your long list of unimpressive accolades. Well, you’re going to have to put everything you got on the line, Rog! And I don’t think you have enough to match me when it's time to ante up!
Rob says in a more contentious manner. The smiling and laughing has faded away, his tone sounding more cold blooded.
Rob: The Revenants hold all the gold now, Roger and if you think I’m going to be the one who loses his title to embarrass myself and my brothers, then you should go back to acting in infomercials because you’ve gotten yourself into something you’re not ready for. You’re on a long list of many that said and thought they’d be the ones to take down the Revenants, to get one over on us, and just like all the others that have come before you, you will be left hurt and humiliated. You ask anyone of those losers we stomped out and ruined the lives of and they’ll tell you to quit now.
Rob stops and thinks on it, he then smiles with an evil appearance.
Rob: I guess quitting is something you’re used to. You quit on the people of Los Angeles when you killed that poor father, son, brother and husband… Then tried to tell everyone he was in organized crime, instead of what really happened.. That is, you were just a drunken mess and didn’t know how to use a gun properly.
Rob says in a malignant style. He then looks back down at his championship and then looks down at his watch. Then with a grin, he looks back up.
Rob: Well, right now, I got somewhere to be, you lanky bastard. You think about everything I said. But for now, I’ll see you and everyone else at my interview tomorrow with Inside the Ropes, so go fuck yourself. I'll be seeing you around.
He then winks at the camera with the most obnoxious demeanor and walks off screen.
/\/\/Fades to black\/\/\
