Post by Static on Dec 14, 2005 18:52:24 GMT -5
(Riiiiing. Riiiiing. Riiiiiing.)
VOICE: I don't believe this.
(Riiiiiing. Ri---)
REX CALIBER: Nexus One here.
STATIC: Five rings to answer?
(Split screen time. Static, calling from a cheap rotary dial phone in his apartment, is nearly covered in darkness. We can barely make out his mask and facial expressions in the dark. Right now, he's looking pretty annoyed and tired. The Nexus One, Rex Caliber, is looking pretty refreshed, answering his cell phone in his gorgeous Edmonton hotel room, wearing only basketball shorts. The contrast helps us to remember how different these guys really can be.)
REX: I was meditating.
STATIC: I see. Did I interrupt your quest for zen?
REX: (slightly annoyed) Yeah, but it'll be okay. I can always get there another time. Ah... so, what're you doing tonight? Got plans?
STATIC: I told you that I'd be calling you at the autograph signing, to discuss this team's future. Why, do you now, all of a sudden?
REX: Hey, I'm your tag-team partner, not by choice, I might add, and I'm not your slave. I have my own regimen. Now, tell me, what're your plans for the night?
STATIC: I have none.
REX: Cool, then we're going to the El Scorcho. It's on Whyte and Gateway. You need some relaxation, doc.
STATIC: Excuse me? I didn't win the Provincial Title by going to strip bars the night before matches. Caliber, if this team's going to work, you're going to need discipline. Preperation.
REX: ... and that's how I prepare. I spend a ton of dough at the bar. That puts me in a position where I HAVE to win the following night, else I'm broke. I have to work hard, selling my merchandise and image. Keeps me relaxed, in a weird way. You can't change my way of life.
STATIC: (sigh)... fair enough. Look, we've got a good shot at gold here. Fleming may be a jackass, but he's right: the locker room's buzzing. I got Joey Malone to verify that over a beatdown earlier today... (grins) So we'll just have to meet each other half way on some things.
REX: Okay man, just respect each other's quirks, I guess. I can do it if that gold is guaranteed. I hear that they're preparing the nameplates now. But first we've gotta destroy D-X.
STATIC: Absolutely, man, we can do this. You're right, the more I think about it: their anger can be their downfall. We can get these guys down, and before you know it, they're on a slide and the only guys in our way is the Dudes. Something's worrying me, though... Fleming. He used to have my back for every match. Let me be honest here, and this is strictly between us: I couldn't have won the Provincial Title without him. However, I lost it cos of him. Rex, he's our weak link.
REX: I don't know, man... I like lil' Bill. He's a little on the hyper side, sure, but not enough to stop us, y'know?
STATIC: Rex, you don't get it... this little punk. Fleming's been riding my coattails, he latched onto me and he's riding it to be top. You know, he only signed a three-month contract, he'll be due for an extension soon and he'll get it if we're winners...
(Static's looking for anything to use against Fleming, regardless of weather or not it makes sense. Rex is disturbed, struggling to come up with any defense for the Mayor.)
REX: But these other teams have managers. We need someone to make sure they don't screw things up. Insurance, y'know? Say, where's the lil' guy at? Maybe he'll want to go to the club with me...
STATIC: (annoyed at the club mention) Fleming... he's busy right now. I gave him some business to attend to. Look, Rex, I just got ahold of this Black Thursday tape with the D-X match on it. I'm going to watch this now, you can go off to get VD or whatever else you want to do tonight. Promise me this, though: if that little bastard doesn't start pulling his weight, I want him gone. And you'll back me on that.
REX: Whatever, man. Keep the Nexus Way in mind: look at the positives, not the negatives. But... if he starts to hit us in the pocketbook, I promise he's gone.
STATIC: Good enough, I guess. Stay safe out there.
REX: You sure you don't want to go? I'll get you a private dance and everything...
STATIC: No, man. I'm staying here. Take care now.
*click*
(Static lets out a long breath of air before reclining against his ottoman, sitting on the floor. There won't be any video watching tonight.)
(The Nexus One just shakes his head. He's stepped into a firestorm, he knows that he really shouldn't be here. But hey, gold means money. Money means more Freaks of Nature. More Freaks of Nature means... an oppurtunity to create your own army and live on your own island! No, maybe not.)
Thanks to the future ruler and dictator of the island of Marduk for help.
VOICE: I don't believe this.
(Riiiiiing. Ri---)
REX CALIBER: Nexus One here.
STATIC: Five rings to answer?
(Split screen time. Static, calling from a cheap rotary dial phone in his apartment, is nearly covered in darkness. We can barely make out his mask and facial expressions in the dark. Right now, he's looking pretty annoyed and tired. The Nexus One, Rex Caliber, is looking pretty refreshed, answering his cell phone in his gorgeous Edmonton hotel room, wearing only basketball shorts. The contrast helps us to remember how different these guys really can be.)
REX: I was meditating.
STATIC: I see. Did I interrupt your quest for zen?
REX: (slightly annoyed) Yeah, but it'll be okay. I can always get there another time. Ah... so, what're you doing tonight? Got plans?
STATIC: I told you that I'd be calling you at the autograph signing, to discuss this team's future. Why, do you now, all of a sudden?
REX: Hey, I'm your tag-team partner, not by choice, I might add, and I'm not your slave. I have my own regimen. Now, tell me, what're your plans for the night?
STATIC: I have none.
REX: Cool, then we're going to the El Scorcho. It's on Whyte and Gateway. You need some relaxation, doc.
STATIC: Excuse me? I didn't win the Provincial Title by going to strip bars the night before matches. Caliber, if this team's going to work, you're going to need discipline. Preperation.
REX: ... and that's how I prepare. I spend a ton of dough at the bar. That puts me in a position where I HAVE to win the following night, else I'm broke. I have to work hard, selling my merchandise and image. Keeps me relaxed, in a weird way. You can't change my way of life.
STATIC: (sigh)... fair enough. Look, we've got a good shot at gold here. Fleming may be a jackass, but he's right: the locker room's buzzing. I got Joey Malone to verify that over a beatdown earlier today... (grins) So we'll just have to meet each other half way on some things.
REX: Okay man, just respect each other's quirks, I guess. I can do it if that gold is guaranteed. I hear that they're preparing the nameplates now. But first we've gotta destroy D-X.
STATIC: Absolutely, man, we can do this. You're right, the more I think about it: their anger can be their downfall. We can get these guys down, and before you know it, they're on a slide and the only guys in our way is the Dudes. Something's worrying me, though... Fleming. He used to have my back for every match. Let me be honest here, and this is strictly between us: I couldn't have won the Provincial Title without him. However, I lost it cos of him. Rex, he's our weak link.
REX: I don't know, man... I like lil' Bill. He's a little on the hyper side, sure, but not enough to stop us, y'know?
STATIC: Rex, you don't get it... this little punk. Fleming's been riding my coattails, he latched onto me and he's riding it to be top. You know, he only signed a three-month contract, he'll be due for an extension soon and he'll get it if we're winners...
(Static's looking for anything to use against Fleming, regardless of weather or not it makes sense. Rex is disturbed, struggling to come up with any defense for the Mayor.)
REX: But these other teams have managers. We need someone to make sure they don't screw things up. Insurance, y'know? Say, where's the lil' guy at? Maybe he'll want to go to the club with me...
STATIC: (annoyed at the club mention) Fleming... he's busy right now. I gave him some business to attend to. Look, Rex, I just got ahold of this Black Thursday tape with the D-X match on it. I'm going to watch this now, you can go off to get VD or whatever else you want to do tonight. Promise me this, though: if that little bastard doesn't start pulling his weight, I want him gone. And you'll back me on that.
REX: Whatever, man. Keep the Nexus Way in mind: look at the positives, not the negatives. But... if he starts to hit us in the pocketbook, I promise he's gone.
STATIC: Good enough, I guess. Stay safe out there.
REX: You sure you don't want to go? I'll get you a private dance and everything...
STATIC: No, man. I'm staying here. Take care now.
*click*
(Static lets out a long breath of air before reclining against his ottoman, sitting on the floor. There won't be any video watching tonight.)
(The Nexus One just shakes his head. He's stepped into a firestorm, he knows that he really shouldn't be here. But hey, gold means money. Money means more Freaks of Nature. More Freaks of Nature means... an oppurtunity to create your own army and live on your own island! No, maybe not.)
Thanks to the future ruler and dictator of the island of Marduk for help.