Post by Roy Vezina on Mar 2, 2024 1:29:24 GMT
The scene opens up as the camera pans across a bustling Pollo Bucket fast food restaurant, the sizzle of chicken patties on the grill fills the air. Customers line up at the counter, eagerly placing their orders while the aroma of freshly cooked fries wafts through the space. In the corner booth, a group of friends laugh over trays of steaming Pollo Spicy Chicken sandwiches and crispy onion rings, their animated conversation blending with the cheerful chatter of other diners. The camera zooms in the large masked form of El Cerdo Mostaza, begrudgingly flipping burgers behind the counter, a paper Pollo Bucket crown askew on his head.
Mostaza: (grumbling to himself) Can't believe I'm stuck in this dump, slingin’ burgers like some kind of clown. But mark my words, when I'm done here, those Punch Line clowns are gonna wish they never stepped foot in the ring with me.
Cerdo grabs a chicken patty and smacks it onto the grill with a satisfying sizzle.
Mostaza: You wanna talk about a shootout? Well, let me tell ya, I'm locked and loaded, ready to take down every member of the Punch Line, one by one, until there's nothin’ left but dust and broken hockey sticks. Harv Norris, Rick Hull... you're just the warm-up act, the appetizer before the main course. And let me tell ya, I'm gonna devour you both with a hunger that can't be satisfied.
He flips a chicken patty with precision, the sizzle of the grill punctuating his words.
Mostaza: But you know who I'm really gunning for? Roy Vezina. You wanna talk about betrayal? Well, let me tell ya a little story about that snake in the grass named Mr. Canada. That low-life scumbag was my manager, my so-called ally, and he done did stabbed me in the back when I least expected it. Roy Vezina thought he could play me like a fiddle, thought he could use me and toss me aside like yesterday's garbage. But let me tell ya somethin’, Vezina – you made a big mistake, and now it's payback time.
He flips a patty with controlled aggression, the sizzle of the grill punctuating his words.
Mostaza: You might have thought you got away with it, Vezina, but you're wrong. Dead wrong. 'Cause now, I'm comin’ for you and your boys, and I won't rest until I've ripped you limb from limb in that ring.
He clenches his fists, his knuckles white with determination.
Mostaza: So get ready, Punch Line, 'cause The Angriest Meal on the Menu is comin’ for you, and I ain't in the mood for playing nice.
The camera fades out as El Cerdo Mostaza continues to work, his thoughts consumed by thoughts of vengeance.
Mostaza: (grumbling to himself) Can't believe I'm stuck in this dump, slingin’ burgers like some kind of clown. But mark my words, when I'm done here, those Punch Line clowns are gonna wish they never stepped foot in the ring with me.
Cerdo grabs a chicken patty and smacks it onto the grill with a satisfying sizzle.
Mostaza: You wanna talk about a shootout? Well, let me tell ya, I'm locked and loaded, ready to take down every member of the Punch Line, one by one, until there's nothin’ left but dust and broken hockey sticks. Harv Norris, Rick Hull... you're just the warm-up act, the appetizer before the main course. And let me tell ya, I'm gonna devour you both with a hunger that can't be satisfied.
He flips a chicken patty with precision, the sizzle of the grill punctuating his words.
Mostaza: But you know who I'm really gunning for? Roy Vezina. You wanna talk about betrayal? Well, let me tell ya a little story about that snake in the grass named Mr. Canada. That low-life scumbag was my manager, my so-called ally, and he done did stabbed me in the back when I least expected it. Roy Vezina thought he could play me like a fiddle, thought he could use me and toss me aside like yesterday's garbage. But let me tell ya somethin’, Vezina – you made a big mistake, and now it's payback time.
He flips a patty with controlled aggression, the sizzle of the grill punctuating his words.
Mostaza: You might have thought you got away with it, Vezina, but you're wrong. Dead wrong. 'Cause now, I'm comin’ for you and your boys, and I won't rest until I've ripped you limb from limb in that ring.
He clenches his fists, his knuckles white with determination.
Mostaza: So get ready, Punch Line, 'cause The Angriest Meal on the Menu is comin’ for you, and I ain't in the mood for playing nice.
The camera fades out as El Cerdo Mostaza continues to work, his thoughts consumed by thoughts of vengeance.