Post by TPK on Aug 15, 2010 0:06:51 GMT -5
The scene opens inside of Tommy's Grill, Alex Night can be seen talking to a man in the back of the room. The camera slowly pans towards the men, and is able to pick up the conversation.
Alex: Ok, so are we clear on what's going to take place here Tommy?
Tommy: Yes, yes I understand what you want to do Mr. Alex. But I don't know if I can possibly write off just handing out that many hot dogs. I have a business to run.
Alex: How many times have mother and I come to eat here Tommy? A lot, and every time we come...does mother not always leave you an extra big tip? If that doesn't sell you, think of the publicity. This will broadcast on live TV, Tommy's Grill will be flooded with all sorts of new business because "I" ate here.
Tommy starts to say something else, but the words live broadcast ring loudly through his mind. A timid smile crosses the owner's face, he places his hand gently on Night's shoulder and nods slightly.
Tommy:[ Ah you, you always know just what to say to me. Ok, she is how you say it a...done...deal. You and your little friend can eat all of the hot dogs you want, just don't go making the mess!/color]
Alex: Hey, he's not my friend. This guy is an enemy, and I intend to make him look like the fool that he is.
Alex grits his teeth and leers angrily at Tommy, Tommy shrugs and mutters a faint apology Alex's way. Alex, takes a deep breath and let's it go, knowing Tommy had no way of knowing about his and Owen's feud.
Tommy: This is very strange way to treat enemy Mr. Alex. I never give enemy free Tommy Hot Dog...but maybe my customs differ greatly from yours.
The camera slowly pans to the other side of the restaurant, catching the front door as it opens. Owen Richards walks into the Grill, having no clue whatsoever what Alex Night had planned. He looks around the room, spotting a group of waiters and waitresses setting up a stand of sorts. The group finishes up, placing a small table to seat two people comfortably. Owen scratches his head and shrugs it off as a party or something before spotting Night and making his way over to him.
Owen: Ok, I'm here. What's your challenge Alex?
Alex: Wow, you actually showed up. Nice, I thought you'd of stayed in your locker room wetting your pants in fear. I sure hope you're hungry Owen, I hope you brought a MAN sized appetite. Because you and I, we are going to have us a good old fashioned Hot Dog Eating Contest.
Owen: Ok, well I dabble in competitive eating. So is the "Reversal of Fortune" rule in effect for this one?
Alex: The classic "Reversal of Fortune" rule, I am very fond of that rule myself.
Owen: You have no clue what that is do you?
Alex HEY! I know what it is, be quit we'll use it!
Tommy:Mi scus, The Hot Dogs...they are ready. This way gentlemen.i
Tommy leads the two men to the stand that was being set up as Owen entered the Grill earlier. Alex and Owen sit at the table, having just enough room between them for Tommy to stand in the middle. Four waitresses come out, two carrying plates of hot dogs, and the other two wielding make shift score cards one with Alex Night on it and the other with Owen Richards on it. Two plates of dogs are placed in front of each man, as the score keepers stand behind their respective competitor. One of the Hot Dog Girls gets stands in front of the stage, once in place she is handed a megaphone.
HDG: Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please! Tonight, Tommy's Grill is host to a very special contest. Being broadcast as part of the wildly popular wrestling promotion GHW's Tuesday Night Triumph. This is part of the "Real Man's Challenge" and is the first contest, this is a Hot Dog Eating Contest. The rules are simple we are putting ten minutes on the clock, whoever can eat the most hot dogs in that amount of times wins. However, if any of the competitors is unable to keep down their dogs they lose. Alex Night, Owen Richards, WHO...IS THE REAL...MAN!
Tommy glances at the two competitors, asking each if they are ready to go. Both men say yes so Tommy signals for a bell. Once the bell rings the two men begin to eat. Alex Nigh the quickest of the two by far putting away dogs two at a time in the early stages. Owen, while not as fast as Alex, is doing a good job of keeping a steady pace. The crowd in Tommy's Grill is going nuts, the excitement of the contest keeping them on the edge of their seats. Five minutes into the contest, with the score nine to thirteen in Night's favor, Alex begins to show signs of fatigue and slows down considerably. The live crowd is cheering loudly, driving the two men to push past their limits and consume an insane amount of food. Nine minutes fifty seconds, Night is still ahead but by a much slimmer margin of one hot dog, nine fifty five Owen pounds down another dog tying things up, nine fifty eight Night can't hold his lunch anymore and spews hot dog bits all over himself ending the contest a few measly seconds early. Owen hears the ending bell and lets out a sigh of relief, he pushes away from the table and rises to his feet, showing the audience respect for their support. Tommy motions towards Owen, O.R. letting out a sigh of relief holds his arm up in the air and pats Tommy on the back. The crowd, seeing the contest is over, turns away from the action and goes casually back to eating.
Owen: Wow, you can really cook up a hot dog. Thanks for that man, oh by the way. I hear Alex hear tried to get all this for free, I just don't feel right eating all of that and not giving the man who supplied the food something. Here, I think that should cover pretty much everything and then some.
Tommy, surprised but none the less grateful, takes the money offered to him by Owen Richards and thanks him before heading to the back to get the janitor who has a major mess to clean. Owen looks over at Alex, who is looking very miserable and stinking of hot dog vomit.
Owen: Are you ok man?
Alex:*mumbling, as he obviously isn't feeling good at all*Leave me alone you jerk, you don't have to rub it in you know.
Owen: Hey, I was just making sure you were ok...but apparently you are just fine. I guess i'll be going now, best of luck in the next contest.
Owen walks away from Alex, leaving him to his stomach ache. The scene fades to black as Owen exits Tommy's Grill through the same door he had entered before the start of the contest.
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Alex: Ok, so are we clear on what's going to take place here Tommy?
Tommy: Yes, yes I understand what you want to do Mr. Alex. But I don't know if I can possibly write off just handing out that many hot dogs. I have a business to run.
Alex: How many times have mother and I come to eat here Tommy? A lot, and every time we come...does mother not always leave you an extra big tip? If that doesn't sell you, think of the publicity. This will broadcast on live TV, Tommy's Grill will be flooded with all sorts of new business because "I" ate here.
Tommy starts to say something else, but the words live broadcast ring loudly through his mind. A timid smile crosses the owner's face, he places his hand gently on Night's shoulder and nods slightly.
Tommy:[ Ah you, you always know just what to say to me. Ok, she is how you say it a...done...deal. You and your little friend can eat all of the hot dogs you want, just don't go making the mess!/color]
Alex: Hey, he's not my friend. This guy is an enemy, and I intend to make him look like the fool that he is.
Alex grits his teeth and leers angrily at Tommy, Tommy shrugs and mutters a faint apology Alex's way. Alex, takes a deep breath and let's it go, knowing Tommy had no way of knowing about his and Owen's feud.
Tommy: This is very strange way to treat enemy Mr. Alex. I never give enemy free Tommy Hot Dog...but maybe my customs differ greatly from yours.
The camera slowly pans to the other side of the restaurant, catching the front door as it opens. Owen Richards walks into the Grill, having no clue whatsoever what Alex Night had planned. He looks around the room, spotting a group of waiters and waitresses setting up a stand of sorts. The group finishes up, placing a small table to seat two people comfortably. Owen scratches his head and shrugs it off as a party or something before spotting Night and making his way over to him.
Owen: Ok, I'm here. What's your challenge Alex?
Alex: Wow, you actually showed up. Nice, I thought you'd of stayed in your locker room wetting your pants in fear. I sure hope you're hungry Owen, I hope you brought a MAN sized appetite. Because you and I, we are going to have us a good old fashioned Hot Dog Eating Contest.
Owen: Ok, well I dabble in competitive eating. So is the "Reversal of Fortune" rule in effect for this one?
Alex: The classic "Reversal of Fortune" rule, I am very fond of that rule myself.
Owen: You have no clue what that is do you?
Alex HEY! I know what it is, be quit we'll use it!
Tommy:Mi scus, The Hot Dogs...they are ready. This way gentlemen.i
Tommy leads the two men to the stand that was being set up as Owen entered the Grill earlier. Alex and Owen sit at the table, having just enough room between them for Tommy to stand in the middle. Four waitresses come out, two carrying plates of hot dogs, and the other two wielding make shift score cards one with Alex Night on it and the other with Owen Richards on it. Two plates of dogs are placed in front of each man, as the score keepers stand behind their respective competitor. One of the Hot Dog Girls gets stands in front of the stage, once in place she is handed a megaphone.
HDG: Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please! Tonight, Tommy's Grill is host to a very special contest. Being broadcast as part of the wildly popular wrestling promotion GHW's Tuesday Night Triumph. This is part of the "Real Man's Challenge" and is the first contest, this is a Hot Dog Eating Contest. The rules are simple we are putting ten minutes on the clock, whoever can eat the most hot dogs in that amount of times wins. However, if any of the competitors is unable to keep down their dogs they lose. Alex Night, Owen Richards, WHO...IS THE REAL...MAN!
Tommy glances at the two competitors, asking each if they are ready to go. Both men say yes so Tommy signals for a bell. Once the bell rings the two men begin to eat. Alex Nigh the quickest of the two by far putting away dogs two at a time in the early stages. Owen, while not as fast as Alex, is doing a good job of keeping a steady pace. The crowd in Tommy's Grill is going nuts, the excitement of the contest keeping them on the edge of their seats. Five minutes into the contest, with the score nine to thirteen in Night's favor, Alex begins to show signs of fatigue and slows down considerably. The live crowd is cheering loudly, driving the two men to push past their limits and consume an insane amount of food. Nine minutes fifty seconds, Night is still ahead but by a much slimmer margin of one hot dog, nine fifty five Owen pounds down another dog tying things up, nine fifty eight Night can't hold his lunch anymore and spews hot dog bits all over himself ending the contest a few measly seconds early. Owen hears the ending bell and lets out a sigh of relief, he pushes away from the table and rises to his feet, showing the audience respect for their support. Tommy motions towards Owen, O.R. letting out a sigh of relief holds his arm up in the air and pats Tommy on the back. The crowd, seeing the contest is over, turns away from the action and goes casually back to eating.
Owen: Wow, you can really cook up a hot dog. Thanks for that man, oh by the way. I hear Alex hear tried to get all this for free, I just don't feel right eating all of that and not giving the man who supplied the food something. Here, I think that should cover pretty much everything and then some.
Tommy, surprised but none the less grateful, takes the money offered to him by Owen Richards and thanks him before heading to the back to get the janitor who has a major mess to clean. Owen looks over at Alex, who is looking very miserable and stinking of hot dog vomit.
Owen: Are you ok man?
Alex:*mumbling, as he obviously isn't feeling good at all*Leave me alone you jerk, you don't have to rub it in you know.
Owen: Hey, I was just making sure you were ok...but apparently you are just fine. I guess i'll be going now, best of luck in the next contest.
Owen walks away from Alex, leaving him to his stomach ache. The scene fades to black as Owen exits Tommy's Grill through the same door he had entered before the start of the contest.
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