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| Bx | Jun 13 2009, 12:30:55 PM Post #2 |
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Notorious
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"…And the Oscar for Best Director goes to… Frankie Angelo, my man." (As the crowd bursts into wild applause, Angelo walks to the stage, confidently fastening the cuffs on his well-tailored suit. Walking up the steps, he smiles while pointing at the presenter who returns the gesture. Reaching him, they shake hands before he grabs his Oscar. Next, he looks at the female presenter but rather than the standard hug, he extends his left hand for a shake, she accepts of course and afterwards realizes that he discreetly gave her a small paper with his phone number. He blows her a kiss and blushing, she quickly leaves the stage as he takes the podium while someone yells…) “SPEECH!!” (He smiles and points at the audience member before pulling the mic closer to him, now ready to deliver his speech…) F. Angelo: First of all, I would like to thank my connecti… “Woooo!!! Sexxxy!!” (He stops and focuses his attention on this pretty, little blonde sitting in the third row. He looks at his Oscar, smiles and nods his head before winking at the blonde, saying…) F. Angelo: Thank you, baby. Now why don’t you let hair down so we can skip that part later o… (And then another guy screams from the crowd…) “It wasn’t her!!” (He looks at the guy and sees him pointing to someone else, saying…) “It was her…” F. Angelo: …The fuck…? (The man was pointing at this…Monstrous, beastly, morbidly obese woman…Pig-In-A-Blanket…) (Horrified, he just stared at her, speechless…) (Tired of his antics, an audience member yelled…) “Get on with the fucking speech! You stupid fuck!” (Shocked, he looked at the audience member, an old fat guy sitting in the front row, smiled and said…) F. Angelo: What did you just say? Fat guy: I said, “Get on with the fucking speech! You stupid self-centered FUCK!” happy? (Still smiling, he looked at his Oscar, then at the pretty blonde and said…) F. Angelo: Stand up. (She nervously did so and he said…) F. Angelo: Now turn around. Fat guy: Hey! Are you fucking deaf or something!? GET ON WITH THE SPEECH! (Not paying the fat man any mind, he pointed to the man right beside the blonde and asked…) F. Angelo: Now look at her. What do you think of that? You like that? (The man quickly nodded, “Yes” and Angelo replied…) F. Angelo: Me too. Before this night is over, I promise you I’m gonna… Fat guy: You dumb motherfucker, I don’t give a damn who you are, I will kick your ugly ass myself if I… (He’d seen enough and decided he was gonna take Angelo offstage himself and started walking up the steps…) (Angelo merely watched as he came onstage, wagging his finger at him. He grinned before turning to the blonde again.) F. Angelo: You can sit down now, baby. Thank you so much. It will be rewarded, trust me. (She did and he focused his attention on the fat guy who was now just a couple of steps away.) Fat guy: I swear these punks, no damn respect… No damn respect for anyone, fucking… (He stopped a few inches away from Angelo and yelled…) Fat guy: NOW GET ON WITH THE FUCKING SPEECH OR I WILL KICK YOUR ASS MYSELF!!! (Angelo got to face to face with him and said…) F. Angelo: You see I’ve got something for tough guys like you. (The fat guy flashed his piece, a .45, prompting Angelo to take a few steps back...) Fat guy: Now hand me your piece and get on with the fucking speech… (Nervous, Angelo slowly dug in his pocket and pulled out…) Fat guy: A watch…? You think I’m fucking joking around!? (Smiling, Angelo replied…) F. Angelo: No, no, this is all I got. Fat guy: A watch…? (Still grinning, Angelo looked at the watch for about 5 seconds before he looked at him and said…) F. Angelo: Yeah. Watch. Fat guy: Hu…? BOOM! (A dump truck crashed straight into the doors and the entire crowd went into an uproar as Angelo took the podium, pointed at the driver of the truck and started delivering his speech…) F. Angelo: I would like to thank Mr. Brian “Bustin’ through the” Dawes for that impeccable timing. (As the majority of the crowd was scattering around, they started screaming…) “SECURITY!!! CALL THE COPS!!!!” (And just when that was heard, a slew of police officers came out of the dump truck and started firing at the crowd, leading Angelo to say…) F. Angelo: I would also like to thank the boys in blue who put greed before the badge. Your service to the highest bidder is greatly appreciated. (With all the chaos ensuing, he looked up at the ceiling and yelled…) F. Angelo: Hey, Mr. Sound Technician, can I have some uh…I don’t know some…jazz. Yeah, let’s hear some jazz to set the mood. And Mr. Light Technician, put the spotlight on… the pretty little blonde sitting so calmly in the front row. (He looked at her just as the spotlight came in and said…) F. Angelo: You were great. (And then from a few seats down, we see Pig-In-A-Blanket…) Pig: What about me!? F. Angelo: You uh…did good too. You’ll get a treat later on… Pig: From you? F. Angelo: You’ll have your way with my best, I promise. And a tub full of buttermilk pancakes, I promise… I promise. (She got excited and trucked her huge body over to the dump truck while he continued with his speech…) F. Angelo: So I would also like to thank Steve, our wonderful sound technician, Mel, Hollywood’s favorite light man, Pig and of course, the lovely blonde in the third row… (He blew her a kiss before saying…) F. Angelo: Oh and that reminds me, Mr. Video Technician, put something fitting on this huge screen behind me. Something that I don’t know… You know what to do. (Moments later, images of the O.J. Simpson Ford Bronco chase and his acquittal flashed on the screen. Seeing this, Angelo laughed and immediately said…) F. Angelo: And I would like to give a special thanks to Howie, the always great video man. (Now he looked at the fat guy, who was frozen watching the chaos that was taking place. Walking to him with the mic in one hand and pointing at him with the other, he said…) F. Angelo: And most importantly, I would like to thank, you, the viewer. (Laughing, he pulled out a pea shooter and quickly shot him, sending him to the ground without killing him, of course. Now with the old guy squirming on the ground, he grabbed the .45 he flashed earlier and dropped the pea shooter on him, saying…) F. Angelo: I think that’s more suitable for you and lose some weight, man. You’ll be a lot happier. So cheers and may you have many years of success. (Snickering, he walked down the stage where the blonde was waiting and together, they walked over the dead bodies, past the dump truck and exited the building. Outside was a 1994 white Ford Bronco waiting and they entered before pulling off…) (Angelo went behind the wheel and looking in his rear view mirror he saw B. Dawes, Bo and Vash in the back seat with…) F. Angelo: Hello, Mr. President. (And they sped off….) |
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