Post by Stone Zellor on Mar 18, 2007 8:31:00 GMT -5
[The scene opens in a Moose Jaw diner, where Stone Zellor and his girlfriend, Rosie are sitting in the corner booth. A couple of milkshakes on the table in front of them; strawberry flavour of course. Stone is shifting uncomfortably on the red leather seat, squeaking awkwardly as his denim jeans rub against it. Rosie's quite comfortable though. Damn capris. Anyway, they're enjoying a quiet moment away from the cameras as the scene continues]
Rosie:
This is nice; we hardly ever get to spend together anymore.
Stone:
It's the travelling, babe, but it's all gonna change.
Rosie:
When you'll only have to spend two weeks a month wrestling and travelling.
[Pause]
Stone:
Sure.
Rosie:
And you'll actually have time to spend with me.
Stone:
I'll certainly have time...
Rosie:
So what was it that you wanted to talk about?
[Stone takes a sip from his strawberry milkshake before placing it back down on the table. He calmly runs one hand through his short, brown hair - looking straight into the eyes of his girlfriend]
Stone:
We've been going - what, four months now?
Rosie:
Nearly five.
Stone:
Right. Well...
[Rosie's almost bouncing in excitement. She's seen this sort of thing on television, but she never suspected it could actually happen so fast in real life]
Stone:
I think we're just goin' through the motions, ya know?
[Her excitement level just dropped]
Stone:
We're goin' in circles.
[And a bit more]
Stone:
I need to spread my wings. See the world. Basically break up wit' you and start again. With someone new.
[Pause]
Rosie:
I bought you an apartment! You selfish bastard!
Stone:
Now, lets not cause a scene.
[Rosie's standing as the people in the diner - all seven of them - stare at the pair]
Rosie:
After all I've done for you and yo--
Stone:
Whoa! It ain't got nothin' to do wit' who's done what or who. The important thing is we can both agree to make a clean break. I'm sure you can meet someone else, babe.
Rosie:
Oh (BLEEP) you, Stone!
[She walks away as Stone sits back down to drink his milkshake, and Rosie's too. You can almost hear the kid on the other side of the diner ask his mom what the f-word means, but we shouldn't go into other people's lives. That's just rude]
Sunday
11:59am
Comfort Inn, Moose Jaw
[And we're at the temporary residence of The Midnight Cowboys. A Comfort Inn in Moose Jaw. Sure they've got an apartment in Edmonton, but who wants to travel before the big show? All three men, Stone, Clint and Papa Z are sitting in one of their rooms. The bed has been pushed aside to make room for the three chairs they're sitting on]
[Papa Z, in his grey leisure suit is seated in the center of the two. Stone, in his jeans and black 'NAPW' tee shirt, he's seated on the left. And Clint, in his jeans and white wifebeater is seated to the right. The camera zooms out so all three men are in shot as Stone talks first]
Stone:
Y'know, it ain't too late to hire a couple of guys and spoof the hell outta The Foundation.
Clint:
No, man. We're not doing that. We need to take this seriously, not like some joke.
Stone:
Can we at least throw in a gay joke?
Papa Z:
No.
Clint:
Grow up, bro. This is serious. We're three days away from Tuesday Night Fights and a 'Superstar Rules' match against The Foundation and Tommy Deathrow. Ten days away from Sole Survivor II - and our tag title match.
Stone:
And our chance to earn a title shot at the NAPW Championship.
Clint:
That too, but that's mine for the taking.
[Pause]
Stone:
Sure.
Clint:
But first, we need to get through Tuesday.
Papa Z:
No -- problem.
Clint:
Prince Darko and Tommy Young, no. A couple of pushovers. Little boys in a man's world. We've beaten them, what twice?
Stone:
Three times if you include the battle royale.
[Clint pauses for a moment. He knows that night wasn't his best. Stone did quite well though]
Stone:
Wit' my four eliminations!
Clint:
There we go, then. They're no problems. Hell, Deathrow'll probably take them out in some drunken fit backstage before they even get to the ring. Which will save them from the humiliation from fallin' at our feet once more.
Stone:
An' Deathrow?
Clint:
He's a bit of a puzzle. It seems Kryenik hasn't been carrying him all the way. Tommy - Deathrow, not Young - he's a tough son of a bitch. To get up from the knocks he's taken this year alone deserves a bit of respect. Remember Cold Snap?
Stone:
Can't forget it, man.
Clint:
Do you remember any match other than ours?
Stone:
Sure, Ravager beat Evan Cartwright.
[Clint sighs]
Clint:
I remember watching four sons of bitches battle through normal pain thresholds, spilling blood all over the arena, with rules similar to those we face on Tuesday. But we have Sebastien Martyr on our side to help us out, and from what we've seen, he can certainly handle himself in the ring ... So The Foundation can join his list of victims. God knows they're on our list enough times! And Tommy Deathrow, we will get a bit of revenge for what you have done to us.
Papa Z:
Sweaty -- ball -- claw.
Stone:
An' the titles, Pops.
Clint:
We will make you bleed, one way or another, we will make you suffer. We will weaken you before Sole Survivor II, when we will take our titles back, man. This week is nothin', compared to what we will inflict upon you, "Ill" Bill, The Untouchables and Next Generation next week.
Stone:
If he can make it to the arena...
Clint:
Try sayin' it with a bit more aggression in your voice.
Stone:
What? I'm aggressive...
Papa Z:
Boys -- camera.
Clint:
(BLEEP)it!
[And with that, the scene comes to an overdue end with the traditional fade to black]
EDIT: I forgot to bold the names in the first half.
Rosie:
This is nice; we hardly ever get to spend together anymore.
Stone:
It's the travelling, babe, but it's all gonna change.
Rosie:
When you'll only have to spend two weeks a month wrestling and travelling.
[Pause]
Stone:
Sure.
Rosie:
And you'll actually have time to spend with me.
Stone:
I'll certainly have time...
Rosie:
So what was it that you wanted to talk about?
[Stone takes a sip from his strawberry milkshake before placing it back down on the table. He calmly runs one hand through his short, brown hair - looking straight into the eyes of his girlfriend]
Stone:
We've been going - what, four months now?
Rosie:
Nearly five.
Stone:
Right. Well...
[Rosie's almost bouncing in excitement. She's seen this sort of thing on television, but she never suspected it could actually happen so fast in real life]
Stone:
I think we're just goin' through the motions, ya know?
[Her excitement level just dropped]
Stone:
We're goin' in circles.
[And a bit more]
Stone:
I need to spread my wings. See the world. Basically break up wit' you and start again. With someone new.
[Pause]
Rosie:
I bought you an apartment! You selfish bastard!
Stone:
Now, lets not cause a scene.
[Rosie's standing as the people in the diner - all seven of them - stare at the pair]
Rosie:
After all I've done for you and yo--
Stone:
Whoa! It ain't got nothin' to do wit' who's done what or who. The important thing is we can both agree to make a clean break. I'm sure you can meet someone else, babe.
Rosie:
Oh (BLEEP) you, Stone!
[She walks away as Stone sits back down to drink his milkshake, and Rosie's too. You can almost hear the kid on the other side of the diner ask his mom what the f-word means, but we shouldn't go into other people's lives. That's just rude]
Sunday
11:59am
Comfort Inn, Moose Jaw
[And we're at the temporary residence of The Midnight Cowboys. A Comfort Inn in Moose Jaw. Sure they've got an apartment in Edmonton, but who wants to travel before the big show? All three men, Stone, Clint and Papa Z are sitting in one of their rooms. The bed has been pushed aside to make room for the three chairs they're sitting on]
[Papa Z, in his grey leisure suit is seated in the center of the two. Stone, in his jeans and black 'NAPW' tee shirt, he's seated on the left. And Clint, in his jeans and white wifebeater is seated to the right. The camera zooms out so all three men are in shot as Stone talks first]
Stone:
Y'know, it ain't too late to hire a couple of guys and spoof the hell outta The Foundation.
Clint:
No, man. We're not doing that. We need to take this seriously, not like some joke.
Stone:
Can we at least throw in a gay joke?
Papa Z:
No.
Clint:
Grow up, bro. This is serious. We're three days away from Tuesday Night Fights and a 'Superstar Rules' match against The Foundation and Tommy Deathrow. Ten days away from Sole Survivor II - and our tag title match.
Stone:
And our chance to earn a title shot at the NAPW Championship.
Clint:
That too, but that's mine for the taking.
[Pause]
Stone:
Sure.
Clint:
But first, we need to get through Tuesday.
Papa Z:
No -- problem.
Clint:
Prince Darko and Tommy Young, no. A couple of pushovers. Little boys in a man's world. We've beaten them, what twice?
Stone:
Three times if you include the battle royale.
[Clint pauses for a moment. He knows that night wasn't his best. Stone did quite well though]
Stone:
Wit' my four eliminations!
Clint:
There we go, then. They're no problems. Hell, Deathrow'll probably take them out in some drunken fit backstage before they even get to the ring. Which will save them from the humiliation from fallin' at our feet once more.
Stone:
An' Deathrow?
Clint:
He's a bit of a puzzle. It seems Kryenik hasn't been carrying him all the way. Tommy - Deathrow, not Young - he's a tough son of a bitch. To get up from the knocks he's taken this year alone deserves a bit of respect. Remember Cold Snap?
Stone:
Can't forget it, man.
Clint:
Do you remember any match other than ours?
Stone:
Sure, Ravager beat Evan Cartwright.
[Clint sighs]
Clint:
I remember watching four sons of bitches battle through normal pain thresholds, spilling blood all over the arena, with rules similar to those we face on Tuesday. But we have Sebastien Martyr on our side to help us out, and from what we've seen, he can certainly handle himself in the ring ... So The Foundation can join his list of victims. God knows they're on our list enough times! And Tommy Deathrow, we will get a bit of revenge for what you have done to us.
Papa Z:
Sweaty -- ball -- claw.
Stone:
An' the titles, Pops.
Clint:
We will make you bleed, one way or another, we will make you suffer. We will weaken you before Sole Survivor II, when we will take our titles back, man. This week is nothin', compared to what we will inflict upon you, "Ill" Bill, The Untouchables and Next Generation next week.
Stone:
If he can make it to the arena...
Clint:
Try sayin' it with a bit more aggression in your voice.
Stone:
What? I'm aggressive...
Papa Z:
Boys -- camera.
Clint:
(BLEEP)it!
[And with that, the scene comes to an overdue end with the traditional fade to black]
EDIT: I forgot to bold the names in the first half.