Post by Bruce "The Beast" Richards on Feb 18, 2007 15:30:26 GMT -5
(Sunday morning. We fade up on Tiffany McIntyre sitting on the couch in Bruce Richards' apartment. She's in a nice red dress with a white that has pink roses on it. She's filing her nails and looking impatient.)
TIFFANY: Come ON, Bruce. The service starts in half an hour already.
BRUCE RICHARDS: (From the bedroom.) I'm just straightening my tie. I don't even see why I have to go to this thing.
TIFFANY: It's your cousin's baptism, Bruce. He's your family.
BRUCE RICHARDS: He's a three month old kid who's going to get his head wet and cry a lot. I don't see what the point is. I mean, I have to stand there and say words with as little emotion in my voice as possible, to someone I don't even know exists or not. I mean, really? If there's someone out there, pulling the strings? He obviously doesn't know what he's doing.
TIFFANY: Try not to say that in the church, okay?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Fine. (He comes out in a charcoal grey suit, black shirt, and red tie.) There we go. Lookin' sharp.
TIFFANY: You're not wearing that, are you?
BRUCE RICHARDS: No, of course not. This is my "walking from the bedroom to the door" outfit. My real suit is hanging over there.
TIFFANY: Har har.
BRUCE RICHARDS: What's wrong with my suit? My tie even matches your outfit!
TIFFANY: We're going to your cousin's baptism, Bruce. Dressing all in black is not the fashion statement you want to go with.
BRUCE RICHARDS: You know, I do dress myself on occasion sometimes.
TIFFANY: Yes, when you need to look menacing. Right now, you need to look...sweet?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Don't even.
TIFFANY: (Pushes past him into the bedroom.) You have to have some brighter suits than this.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I have fashion sense, you know.
TIFFANY: You'd think after hanging out with "Stylin' " Kyle for over three years, you would have picked up a thing or two.
BRUCE RICHARDS: You've seen the way he dresses, right? You want me to dress like that?
TIFFANY: (From the bedroom.) On second thought, no. How's he doing, by the way?
BRUCE RICHARDS: I don't know.
TIFFANY: But you said--
BRUCE RICHARDS: Yeah, I know what I said.
TIFFANY: (Poking her head out.) The e-mails?
BRUCE RICHARDS: (Shrugs.) No e-mails. I haven't heard from him since Cold Snap.
TIFFANY: How are you feeling about that?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Pissed.
TIFFANY: You don't look pissed.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Of course I don't. I can't look pissed. I don't have time.
TIFFANY: What do you mean?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Look, hon. You want me to look sweet at the church today, right? And I had to put on my best P.R. face Friday night on the radio. And then after church today there's the party, and then AFTER that I'm heading down to the Nexus One Sports Club to sign autographs and promote a new line of sandwiches! You tell me when I have time to get pissed?
TIFFANY: Right now, apparently.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Well, you started it!
TIFFANY: Wow Bruce. What are you, five years old? You're acting like somebody took your toys away.
BRUCE RICHARDS: We lost the titles! Somebody DID take our toys away!
TIFFANY: You said you were looking forward--
BRUCE RICHARDS: I AM looking forward! There are a lot of opportunities out there for me, and I'm gonna tear through the NAPW like a damn hurricane! But you think I'm not sad at the end of a big chapter in my life? That's just insane.
TIFFANY: So you're what, bottling it all up?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Yep.
TIFFANY: That's not healthy. Some day soon you're going to pop and let it all out.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I don't have to hold it in very long.
TIFFANY: What?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Just until Tuesday night. When I'm in the ring with Stone Zellor. Up until then, I put on my pleasant face, act all cool and calm, while inside I'm just fueling the fire. Then on Monday night...that's when The Beast comes out. And Stone Zellor's going to take the beating for himself and his brother. He'll be lucky to get out of there on his own power. I've broken a man's neck in that ring before. I wasn't trying to do it; it just happened. It happened in a similar situation to this one: I walked out onto the mat, the bell rang, and then...everything faded to red. Stone Zellor had better start taking things more seriously, or else I might be liable to break him. So if I don't look upset this afternoon? It's just for appearance's sake, okay?
TIFFANY: (Smiling.) That's my boy. Just don't talk like that after the ceremony; you might frighten people who don't know you like I do. Let's get you a suit.
(She goes back into the bedroom, leaving Bruce Richards alone in the living room. He's staring at a blank spot in the wall, where his Tag Team titles used to hang.)
BRUCE RICHARDS: Tuesday night... (He clenches his fist, then walks back into the bedroom.)
(Edited for kayfabe [thanks to Ryan for a definition of what that means].)
TIFFANY: Come ON, Bruce. The service starts in half an hour already.
BRUCE RICHARDS: (From the bedroom.) I'm just straightening my tie. I don't even see why I have to go to this thing.
TIFFANY: It's your cousin's baptism, Bruce. He's your family.
BRUCE RICHARDS: He's a three month old kid who's going to get his head wet and cry a lot. I don't see what the point is. I mean, I have to stand there and say words with as little emotion in my voice as possible, to someone I don't even know exists or not. I mean, really? If there's someone out there, pulling the strings? He obviously doesn't know what he's doing.
TIFFANY: Try not to say that in the church, okay?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Fine. (He comes out in a charcoal grey suit, black shirt, and red tie.) There we go. Lookin' sharp.
TIFFANY: You're not wearing that, are you?
BRUCE RICHARDS: No, of course not. This is my "walking from the bedroom to the door" outfit. My real suit is hanging over there.
TIFFANY: Har har.
BRUCE RICHARDS: What's wrong with my suit? My tie even matches your outfit!
TIFFANY: We're going to your cousin's baptism, Bruce. Dressing all in black is not the fashion statement you want to go with.
BRUCE RICHARDS: You know, I do dress myself on occasion sometimes.
TIFFANY: Yes, when you need to look menacing. Right now, you need to look...sweet?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Don't even.
TIFFANY: (Pushes past him into the bedroom.) You have to have some brighter suits than this.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I have fashion sense, you know.
TIFFANY: You'd think after hanging out with "Stylin' " Kyle for over three years, you would have picked up a thing or two.
BRUCE RICHARDS: You've seen the way he dresses, right? You want me to dress like that?
TIFFANY: (From the bedroom.) On second thought, no. How's he doing, by the way?
BRUCE RICHARDS: I don't know.
TIFFANY: But you said--
BRUCE RICHARDS: Yeah, I know what I said.
TIFFANY: (Poking her head out.) The e-mails?
BRUCE RICHARDS: (Shrugs.) No e-mails. I haven't heard from him since Cold Snap.
TIFFANY: How are you feeling about that?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Pissed.
TIFFANY: You don't look pissed.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Of course I don't. I can't look pissed. I don't have time.
TIFFANY: What do you mean?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Look, hon. You want me to look sweet at the church today, right? And I had to put on my best P.R. face Friday night on the radio. And then after church today there's the party, and then AFTER that I'm heading down to the Nexus One Sports Club to sign autographs and promote a new line of sandwiches! You tell me when I have time to get pissed?
TIFFANY: Right now, apparently.
BRUCE RICHARDS: Well, you started it!
TIFFANY: Wow Bruce. What are you, five years old? You're acting like somebody took your toys away.
BRUCE RICHARDS: We lost the titles! Somebody DID take our toys away!
TIFFANY: You said you were looking forward--
BRUCE RICHARDS: I AM looking forward! There are a lot of opportunities out there for me, and I'm gonna tear through the NAPW like a damn hurricane! But you think I'm not sad at the end of a big chapter in my life? That's just insane.
TIFFANY: So you're what, bottling it all up?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Yep.
TIFFANY: That's not healthy. Some day soon you're going to pop and let it all out.
BRUCE RICHARDS: I don't have to hold it in very long.
TIFFANY: What?
BRUCE RICHARDS: Just until Tuesday night. When I'm in the ring with Stone Zellor. Up until then, I put on my pleasant face, act all cool and calm, while inside I'm just fueling the fire. Then on Monday night...that's when The Beast comes out. And Stone Zellor's going to take the beating for himself and his brother. He'll be lucky to get out of there on his own power. I've broken a man's neck in that ring before. I wasn't trying to do it; it just happened. It happened in a similar situation to this one: I walked out onto the mat, the bell rang, and then...everything faded to red. Stone Zellor had better start taking things more seriously, or else I might be liable to break him. So if I don't look upset this afternoon? It's just for appearance's sake, okay?
TIFFANY: (Smiling.) That's my boy. Just don't talk like that after the ceremony; you might frighten people who don't know you like I do. Let's get you a suit.
(She goes back into the bedroom, leaving Bruce Richards alone in the living room. He's staring at a blank spot in the wall, where his Tag Team titles used to hang.)
BRUCE RICHARDS: Tuesday night... (He clenches his fist, then walks back into the bedroom.)
(Edited for kayfabe [thanks to Ryan for a definition of what that means].)