Post by Simply Beautiful on Feb 18, 2007 18:08:29 GMT -5
A bathroom, in a small bar somewhere in Regina. Washing his hands in the sink is a drunken, haggard SB.
SB: (BLEEP)in' Bickle...
He goes to get more soap out of the dispenser, only to find it empty - he promptly punches it, snapping it off of the wall.
SB: Stupid...
He turns to leave, but as he turns he walks right into
RAVAGER.
The NAPW Champion.
The two stare at each other. Neither one knows what to think or say.
SB stands, looking right through Ravager's eyes and into his soul. The White Collar Assassin looks right back with a blood-chilling stare.
And then turns to go to the bathroom. He unzips and starts to use the urinal - SB snaps out of it.
SB: How ya doin', Mr. Untouchable?
No answer from Ravager.
SB: Ahhh, c'mon, Ravy. NAP-DUB champ, right? To good to talk to your old "friend"? You're gonna turn your back on me like Bickle did?
If Ravager knew SB was even in the room, you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him.
SB: (BLEEP) you. Traitor. You know what you are, Ravy? A no good liar, just like everyone always said you were. (BLEEP) off!
Ravager flushes the toilet and turns around. SB gets right into his face
SB: Don't you have anything to say, (BLEEP)? I thought you were on MY side, and then all of a sudden you join up with Casino? We had a PACT, man. You don't (BLEEP)in' break that. It was supposed to be me, you, and that son of a bitch BICKLE as a team, against Casino and anyone else who tried to take over NAPW. You're no better than the rest of em..and to think I looked up to you. You make me sick.
Ravager: Are you quite finished?
SB: I'm done man, go run along to your running buddies. I think I hear Casino calling.
Ravager: Who I associate myself with - not saying that I AM indeed in the Untouchables - is none of your business, or anyone elses business.
SB: You sold out.
Ravager: I won my title. Fairly. Did you see any Untouchables in the ring when I beat Evan Cartwright? Certainly not. You're letting your imagination (sniffs the air) and your booze run wild on you, my friend. Go back inside, call a cab, and go back to your hotel. You're just drunk.
SB: I said (BLEEP) YOU, sellout.
Ravager's face immediately stiffens up. If SB wasn't obviously very drunk, he'd put him though a wall right about now.
Ravager: Oh, I get it. Poor, defenseless SB, left to fend for himself. You're scared now, huh? Everyone's out to get you, aren't they?
SB: The hell are you talking about? This is between me and you.
Ravager: Is it? Because it seems to me like you've been bitten by the paranoia bug. Look at you. You look like a whirlwind came and blew your house down.
SB touches his face, and looks in the mirror, then back at Ravager.
SB: It's a new look.
Ravager: Save it. The fact is, you're obsessed with Bickle. And Rees. What's your damn problem? Someone betrays you, and all of a sudden the whole world is coming after you. Have you even bathed in the last twenty four hours?
SB: I've been out.
Ravager: Looking for Bickle? You're not going to find him, you fool! What the hell would be doing in Regina?
SB grits his teeth together.
SB: Shut up.
Ravager: You need to hear this, because you're too damn talented to let your career spiral down like this. Get back in the (BLEEP)ing gym, get your head unstuck from your ass, and STOP with this Bickle nonsense. Did Patrick Bickle make you tap out?
SB doesn't answer. Ravager moves in closer, just inches away from SB's face.
Ravager: (slow and deliberate) Did he make you tap out at Cold Snap?
SB: No.
He forced that word out. He looks ready to vomit, whether or not its from the alcohol is hard to tell.
Ravager: Who beat you? Lloyd Rees, or Patrick Bickle?
SB: (BLEEP) this, I don't need to hear it. (turns to walk away - Ravager grabs him)
Ravager: YES, you do. Who beat you?
SB: (throwing Ravager off of him) (BLEEP) YOU, TURNCOAT.
Ravager just turns and shakes his head in disgust.
Ravager: I'll only say this once. Forget Bickle - and remember that Lloyd Rees can beat you if you let him - but ONLY if you let him. Got that?
No answer from SB. Ravager quickly washes his hands and leaves.
SB turns to the mirror to face himself.
SB: (shakes his head) Who the hell am I kidding? Look at me! I look like the freakin' Unabomber! All for Patrick Bickle?
No, no way man. Bickle ain't gonna get away with this. But now...son of a bitch, Ravager's right. I HAVE to focus on Rees. Yeah, I beat him. But a DQ win is like kissin' your damn sister. I gotta pin this son of a bitch. None of this is gonna end till I catch Bickle or pin Rees - but either way, they're both gonna get it.
Lloyd. Just two days, brotha. I'm coming for you, like it or not. You can't see why I hate you? You'll find out when I pound each and every reason into your God damn skull.
exit. as the scene fades out, we can hear SB asking the barkeep for a razor.
SB: (BLEEP)in' Bickle...
He goes to get more soap out of the dispenser, only to find it empty - he promptly punches it, snapping it off of the wall.
SB: Stupid...
He turns to leave, but as he turns he walks right into
RAVAGER.
The NAPW Champion.
The two stare at each other. Neither one knows what to think or say.
SB stands, looking right through Ravager's eyes and into his soul. The White Collar Assassin looks right back with a blood-chilling stare.
And then turns to go to the bathroom. He unzips and starts to use the urinal - SB snaps out of it.
SB: How ya doin', Mr. Untouchable?
No answer from Ravager.
SB: Ahhh, c'mon, Ravy. NAP-DUB champ, right? To good to talk to your old "friend"? You're gonna turn your back on me like Bickle did?
If Ravager knew SB was even in the room, you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at him.
SB: (BLEEP) you. Traitor. You know what you are, Ravy? A no good liar, just like everyone always said you were. (BLEEP) off!
Ravager flushes the toilet and turns around. SB gets right into his face
SB: Don't you have anything to say, (BLEEP)? I thought you were on MY side, and then all of a sudden you join up with Casino? We had a PACT, man. You don't (BLEEP)in' break that. It was supposed to be me, you, and that son of a bitch BICKLE as a team, against Casino and anyone else who tried to take over NAPW. You're no better than the rest of em..and to think I looked up to you. You make me sick.
Ravager: Are you quite finished?
SB: I'm done man, go run along to your running buddies. I think I hear Casino calling.
Ravager: Who I associate myself with - not saying that I AM indeed in the Untouchables - is none of your business, or anyone elses business.
SB: You sold out.
Ravager: I won my title. Fairly. Did you see any Untouchables in the ring when I beat Evan Cartwright? Certainly not. You're letting your imagination (sniffs the air) and your booze run wild on you, my friend. Go back inside, call a cab, and go back to your hotel. You're just drunk.
SB: I said (BLEEP) YOU, sellout.
Ravager's face immediately stiffens up. If SB wasn't obviously very drunk, he'd put him though a wall right about now.
Ravager: Oh, I get it. Poor, defenseless SB, left to fend for himself. You're scared now, huh? Everyone's out to get you, aren't they?
SB: The hell are you talking about? This is between me and you.
Ravager: Is it? Because it seems to me like you've been bitten by the paranoia bug. Look at you. You look like a whirlwind came and blew your house down.
SB touches his face, and looks in the mirror, then back at Ravager.
SB: It's a new look.
Ravager: Save it. The fact is, you're obsessed with Bickle. And Rees. What's your damn problem? Someone betrays you, and all of a sudden the whole world is coming after you. Have you even bathed in the last twenty four hours?
SB: I've been out.
Ravager: Looking for Bickle? You're not going to find him, you fool! What the hell would be doing in Regina?
SB grits his teeth together.
SB: Shut up.
Ravager: You need to hear this, because you're too damn talented to let your career spiral down like this. Get back in the (BLEEP)ing gym, get your head unstuck from your ass, and STOP with this Bickle nonsense. Did Patrick Bickle make you tap out?
SB doesn't answer. Ravager moves in closer, just inches away from SB's face.
Ravager: (slow and deliberate) Did he make you tap out at Cold Snap?
SB: No.
He forced that word out. He looks ready to vomit, whether or not its from the alcohol is hard to tell.
Ravager: Who beat you? Lloyd Rees, or Patrick Bickle?
SB: (BLEEP) this, I don't need to hear it. (turns to walk away - Ravager grabs him)
Ravager: YES, you do. Who beat you?
SB: (throwing Ravager off of him) (BLEEP) YOU, TURNCOAT.
Ravager just turns and shakes his head in disgust.
Ravager: I'll only say this once. Forget Bickle - and remember that Lloyd Rees can beat you if you let him - but ONLY if you let him. Got that?
No answer from SB. Ravager quickly washes his hands and leaves.
SB turns to the mirror to face himself.
SB: (shakes his head) Who the hell am I kidding? Look at me! I look like the freakin' Unabomber! All for Patrick Bickle?
No, no way man. Bickle ain't gonna get away with this. But now...son of a bitch, Ravager's right. I HAVE to focus on Rees. Yeah, I beat him. But a DQ win is like kissin' your damn sister. I gotta pin this son of a bitch. None of this is gonna end till I catch Bickle or pin Rees - but either way, they're both gonna get it.
Lloyd. Just two days, brotha. I'm coming for you, like it or not. You can't see why I hate you? You'll find out when I pound each and every reason into your God damn skull.
exit. as the scene fades out, we can hear SB asking the barkeep for a razor.