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Post by Stylin' Kyle Roberts [REBEL] on Mar 25, 2007 10:10:32 GMT -5
(Sunday morning. We open on the inside of Kyle's apartment, looking at the front door. The jingling of keys is heard, and the lock opens. Amy pops her head in the door.)
AMY: Hello? (Amy looks at her watch.) 7:30. He's probably still asleep.
(She opens the door fully, dragging in her suitcase.)
AMY: Kyle? You there?
(The camera follows her through the apartment as she approaches the bedroom.)
AMY: I'm back. I'm ready to make things work if you are.
(She opens the bedroom door. Kyle's under the covers, back facing the door, snoring.)
AMY: Hon, wake up. I'm back. I'm ready to move back in with you.
(Muttering from the bed, and Kyle flops over onto his back, still asleep.)
AMY: I'll cook you some breakfast, how does that suh-
(Amy stops. She stands there silently, looking at Kyle in the bed. Her mind is trying to process the fact that she sees an arm on Kyle's chest. A petite mocha-coloured arm. She slowly pulls the covers back from her side of the bed to reveal long black hair and a mocha-coloured bare back. She gasps with a sob.)
AMY: Kuh-Kyle?
(She manages to get her voice back. And screams.)
AMY: KYLE!
(Kyle finally awakes, sort of. The remnants of an alcohol-fueled night from yesterday and the veil of sleep make him groggy. His eyes focus.)
KYLE ROBERTS: Amy. Hi.
AMY: What. The (BLEEP). Is this?
(Kyle looks down on the naked Filipino girl curled into his chest.)
KYLE ROBERTS: Um. (He realizes exactly what's going on here.) Oh. This is... not what it looks like?
AMY: I want her out of this (BLEEP)ing apartment NOW!
(Kyle nudges the girl until she wakes up.)
KYLE ROBERTS: It's time for you to leave.
(Kyle reaches down to pull his boxers off the floor, and puts them on. Amy storms out of the bedroom into the living room, hot tears in her eyes. Kyle follows her.)
AMY: I want a (BLEEP)ing explanation and I want it right now.
KYLE ROBERTS: What am I supposed to say? You were gone for a month! I haven't heard from you in a week! I didn't know if we were broken up or what!
AMY: I came back today. You know why? Because of that conversation we had last week. Where you sang to me on the phone!
KYLE ROBERTS: You said you still weren't sure!
AMY: What? That supposed to (BLEEP)ing mean that we're done? I was thinking about it! And now I come back and you slept with some drunken slut?
KYLE ROBERTS: Come on!
AMY: What's her name, Kyle?
(Kyle tries to recollect last night's events.)
KYLE ROBERTS: Rachel? No, Rochelle. That's it. I met her at Fluid.
AMY: Oh my god.
KYLE ROBERTS: What? Like I said, I had NO (BLEEP)ing clue what our status was!
AMY: You couldn't have called me?
KYLE ROBERTS: And left another voicemail saying, "Hey honey, I was just wondering if it was okay to sleep with someone?" Yeah, THAT would have gone over well.
(A moment of silence.)
AMY: Okay. We can work through this. I just want to ask you one question.
KYLE ROBERTS: Anything, babe.
AMY: Was she the only one?
KYLE ROBERTS: What?
AMY: Was she the only girl you've slept with since I left last month?
KYLE ROBERTS: ...Yes.
AMY: (starts to punch his chest) You (BLEEP)ing liar! Don't (BLEEP)ing treat this as a game! How many?
KYLE ROBERTS: What?
AMY: How many girls did you sleep with?
KYLE ROBERTS: Come on.
AMY: HOW MANY!?
KYLE ROBERTS: Four.
AMY: Oh my god. I can't (BLEEP)ing believe you.
KYLE ROBERTS: Look, you said you were willing to fix this, right?
AMY: No, THIS is inexcusable. You can't keep it in your pants, can you? And then you can the nerve to LIE to me about it? You lied to me AGAIN! Don't you remember that's the reason I (BLEEP)ing left in the first place?
KYLE ROBERTS: Baby, you've got to listen.
AMY: Tiffany told me, but I just wasn't ready to hear the truth. I just thought she was looking at things through eyes she had before she really knew you. Back when she was working for the Dudes, of COURSE she's see you in a bad light. But she was right. You were sleeping with other girls back then, too, weren't you?
KYLE ROBERTS: Baby--
AMY: Was she right? It wasn't just an act, was it? You seriously were (BLEEP)ing girls behind my back ever since you started working for NAPW, haven't you? When you were in Vegas with Casino?
KYLE ROBERTS: What do I say? If I said "no," would you even believe me?
AMY: I don't know. Did you?
KYLE ROBERTS: (defeated) Once or twice.
AMY: You are such a (BLEEP).
KYLE ROBERTS: Look, I've got a flight today.
AMY: Oh, of course. Toronto. Going to fight Bruce, right? Are you going to completely try to kill him in that ring?
KYLE ROBERTS: I'm going to win.
AMY: FINALLY! Not lying to me about something today! You're seriously going to try to kill your best friend, aren't you?
KYLE ROBERTS: You don't understand.
AMY: Oh, I understand way too well. I just can't believe I had the wool over my eyes for so (BLEEP)ing long.
(In the background, we hear the door close.)
KYLE ROBERTS: I've got a flight to catch.
AMY: I won't be here when you come back.
(Kyle sighs.)
AMY: Oh, don't you even start. You know, I don't know how the hell I ever thought I could be your wife.
(Kyle looks at his girlfriend, goes to the bedroom, grabs his packed suitcase, and heads for the front door.)
AMY: When you come back from Toronto, I'll have moved out.
KYLE ROBERTS: I love you, Amy.
AMY: (not looking at him) I'm sure you truly believe that. You can even lie to yourself, can't you? (BLEEP) you, Kyle. Just get the (BLEEP) out.
(Kyle closes the door behind him, as we hear sobs from inside the apartment.)
* * *
(We open as Kyle's in a taxi on his way to the Edmonton International.)
KYLE ROBERTS: What the (BLEEP) am I supposed to do for five hours at the airport?
(He looks at the camera.)
KYLE ROBERTS: Bruce Richards. You are looking at a man who has nothing left to lose. Amy's truly gone. Yeah, I (BLEEP)ed up royally, I lost my girlfriend for a lay. Mind you, it was a spectacular conquest, that little lady was a wildcat. But it wasn't worth ruining my relationship over.
You see the state of mind I'm in, Bruce? The thing is, once I'm in that ring, I can use it to my advantage. You saw it last week at the final Tuesday Night Fights. Even after you started to kick my ass, I went into this whole Zen calm, collected my bearings and spit at you. Got a huge loogie right on your cheek. And then you went berserk. You think I can't use that against you in our match? I'll be looking for every opportunity to rile you up, Bruce. An unbalanced Bruce Richards is a defeated Bruce Richards. For your sake, you'd better be using that sweat lodge to focus.
You're turning over a new leaf, Bruce. You're evolving. Good for you. Once I beat you at Sole Survivor, I will rise up to where I belong. The top of the NAPW. I will still be the main event, while you'll find yourself in meaningless matches against chumps like Nightmare and Dez Carter. You can come out of that sweat lodge with whatever new persona you like, there's no way that you'll be able to defeat me this week. I'll beat the Beast like a red-headed stepchild, I'll make Professor Richards get to steppin', it just doesn't matter. Whatever gimmick you use, you'll still be good ol' Bruce, and I'll still be smarter than you, better than you, way more dominant than you.
I'll sidestep your rage, avoid the Chart Attack, and if I even see you trying for the Iron Claw, I'll Polarize you so fast you won't even know what city you're in. It's true, I wasn't able to make Chad Kurtis tap, but the thing is? He's not as beaten up as you are. You're fragile, Bruce. That's one of your weak spots. It's how were we always getting beat down half a year ago. Oh, jeez, there's Bruce with a concussion, it looks like Kyle has to try to win this match for the both of D-X. And once I throw the Beartamer on you? You'll have no choice but to submit.
What's that saying you throw out sometimes? There's no shame in losing? Well, Bruce, in your case, there will be shame. Because I'm going to rub your nose in this defeat like you're a very naughty puppy. There is no way that you'll go in to that ring and come out the victor. I'm just not going to let that happen.
That's the thing about tag team partners. We inevitably know the other's weaknesses. We know how to counter. Well, partner, I'm throwing out my playbook. You'll have no clue what I'm going to bring to that ring. There will be a method to my madness, but it's one you won't be able to scout for, since ever since I left you, I've been looking ahead. And all you've done is look behind you, asking "Why, Kyle? Why did you do this?"
You'll see the reason why I did this when I go into Sole Survivor after our match, and happen to be the last man standing. When I get my title shot against whoever happens to be NAPW champion at that point, they'll look into my eyes and see the same thing you're about to see. Their defeat at the hands of Stylin' Kyle Roberts.
You know what, Bruce? You might as well just stay in that sweat lodge. Nobody will call you a coward for hiding. It's just called common sense. And if you DO happen to make an appearance in Toronto, make sure you're able to enjoy yourself beforehand.
Because at Sole Survivor, I will be the only one to survive this encounter.
(Kyle turns away from the camera, closing his eyes for a bit of a rest on his way to the airport. And we fade to black.)
AMY: Hello? (Amy looks at her watch.) 7:30. He's probably still asleep.
(She opens the door fully, dragging in her suitcase.)
AMY: Kyle? You there?
(The camera follows her through the apartment as she approaches the bedroom.)
AMY: I'm back. I'm ready to make things work if you are.
(She opens the bedroom door. Kyle's under the covers, back facing the door, snoring.)
AMY: Hon, wake up. I'm back. I'm ready to move back in with you.
(Muttering from the bed, and Kyle flops over onto his back, still asleep.)
AMY: I'll cook you some breakfast, how does that suh-
(Amy stops. She stands there silently, looking at Kyle in the bed. Her mind is trying to process the fact that she sees an arm on Kyle's chest. A petite mocha-coloured arm. She slowly pulls the covers back from her side of the bed to reveal long black hair and a mocha-coloured bare back. She gasps with a sob.)
AMY: Kuh-Kyle?
(She manages to get her voice back. And screams.)
AMY: KYLE!
(Kyle finally awakes, sort of. The remnants of an alcohol-fueled night from yesterday and the veil of sleep make him groggy. His eyes focus.)
KYLE ROBERTS: Amy. Hi.
AMY: What. The (BLEEP). Is this?
(Kyle looks down on the naked Filipino girl curled into his chest.)
KYLE ROBERTS: Um. (He realizes exactly what's going on here.) Oh. This is... not what it looks like?
AMY: I want her out of this (BLEEP)ing apartment NOW!
(Kyle nudges the girl until she wakes up.)
KYLE ROBERTS: It's time for you to leave.
(Kyle reaches down to pull his boxers off the floor, and puts them on. Amy storms out of the bedroom into the living room, hot tears in her eyes. Kyle follows her.)
AMY: I want a (BLEEP)ing explanation and I want it right now.
KYLE ROBERTS: What am I supposed to say? You were gone for a month! I haven't heard from you in a week! I didn't know if we were broken up or what!
AMY: I came back today. You know why? Because of that conversation we had last week. Where you sang to me on the phone!
KYLE ROBERTS: You said you still weren't sure!
AMY: What? That supposed to (BLEEP)ing mean that we're done? I was thinking about it! And now I come back and you slept with some drunken slut?
KYLE ROBERTS: Come on!
AMY: What's her name, Kyle?
(Kyle tries to recollect last night's events.)
KYLE ROBERTS: Rachel? No, Rochelle. That's it. I met her at Fluid.
AMY: Oh my god.
KYLE ROBERTS: What? Like I said, I had NO (BLEEP)ing clue what our status was!
AMY: You couldn't have called me?
KYLE ROBERTS: And left another voicemail saying, "Hey honey, I was just wondering if it was okay to sleep with someone?" Yeah, THAT would have gone over well.
(A moment of silence.)
AMY: Okay. We can work through this. I just want to ask you one question.
KYLE ROBERTS: Anything, babe.
AMY: Was she the only one?
KYLE ROBERTS: What?
AMY: Was she the only girl you've slept with since I left last month?
KYLE ROBERTS: ...Yes.
AMY: (starts to punch his chest) You (BLEEP)ing liar! Don't (BLEEP)ing treat this as a game! How many?
KYLE ROBERTS: What?
AMY: How many girls did you sleep with?
KYLE ROBERTS: Come on.
AMY: HOW MANY!?
KYLE ROBERTS: Four.
AMY: Oh my god. I can't (BLEEP)ing believe you.
KYLE ROBERTS: Look, you said you were willing to fix this, right?
AMY: No, THIS is inexcusable. You can't keep it in your pants, can you? And then you can the nerve to LIE to me about it? You lied to me AGAIN! Don't you remember that's the reason I (BLEEP)ing left in the first place?
KYLE ROBERTS: Baby, you've got to listen.
AMY: Tiffany told me, but I just wasn't ready to hear the truth. I just thought she was looking at things through eyes she had before she really knew you. Back when she was working for the Dudes, of COURSE she's see you in a bad light. But she was right. You were sleeping with other girls back then, too, weren't you?
KYLE ROBERTS: Baby--
AMY: Was she right? It wasn't just an act, was it? You seriously were (BLEEP)ing girls behind my back ever since you started working for NAPW, haven't you? When you were in Vegas with Casino?
KYLE ROBERTS: What do I say? If I said "no," would you even believe me?
AMY: I don't know. Did you?
KYLE ROBERTS: (defeated) Once or twice.
AMY: You are such a (BLEEP).
KYLE ROBERTS: Look, I've got a flight today.
AMY: Oh, of course. Toronto. Going to fight Bruce, right? Are you going to completely try to kill him in that ring?
KYLE ROBERTS: I'm going to win.
AMY: FINALLY! Not lying to me about something today! You're seriously going to try to kill your best friend, aren't you?
KYLE ROBERTS: You don't understand.
AMY: Oh, I understand way too well. I just can't believe I had the wool over my eyes for so (BLEEP)ing long.
(In the background, we hear the door close.)
KYLE ROBERTS: I've got a flight to catch.
AMY: I won't be here when you come back.
(Kyle sighs.)
AMY: Oh, don't you even start. You know, I don't know how the hell I ever thought I could be your wife.
(Kyle looks at his girlfriend, goes to the bedroom, grabs his packed suitcase, and heads for the front door.)
AMY: When you come back from Toronto, I'll have moved out.
KYLE ROBERTS: I love you, Amy.
AMY: (not looking at him) I'm sure you truly believe that. You can even lie to yourself, can't you? (BLEEP) you, Kyle. Just get the (BLEEP) out.
(Kyle closes the door behind him, as we hear sobs from inside the apartment.)
* * *
(We open as Kyle's in a taxi on his way to the Edmonton International.)
KYLE ROBERTS: What the (BLEEP) am I supposed to do for five hours at the airport?
(He looks at the camera.)
KYLE ROBERTS: Bruce Richards. You are looking at a man who has nothing left to lose. Amy's truly gone. Yeah, I (BLEEP)ed up royally, I lost my girlfriend for a lay. Mind you, it was a spectacular conquest, that little lady was a wildcat. But it wasn't worth ruining my relationship over.
You see the state of mind I'm in, Bruce? The thing is, once I'm in that ring, I can use it to my advantage. You saw it last week at the final Tuesday Night Fights. Even after you started to kick my ass, I went into this whole Zen calm, collected my bearings and spit at you. Got a huge loogie right on your cheek. And then you went berserk. You think I can't use that against you in our match? I'll be looking for every opportunity to rile you up, Bruce. An unbalanced Bruce Richards is a defeated Bruce Richards. For your sake, you'd better be using that sweat lodge to focus.
You're turning over a new leaf, Bruce. You're evolving. Good for you. Once I beat you at Sole Survivor, I will rise up to where I belong. The top of the NAPW. I will still be the main event, while you'll find yourself in meaningless matches against chumps like Nightmare and Dez Carter. You can come out of that sweat lodge with whatever new persona you like, there's no way that you'll be able to defeat me this week. I'll beat the Beast like a red-headed stepchild, I'll make Professor Richards get to steppin', it just doesn't matter. Whatever gimmick you use, you'll still be good ol' Bruce, and I'll still be smarter than you, better than you, way more dominant than you.
I'll sidestep your rage, avoid the Chart Attack, and if I even see you trying for the Iron Claw, I'll Polarize you so fast you won't even know what city you're in. It's true, I wasn't able to make Chad Kurtis tap, but the thing is? He's not as beaten up as you are. You're fragile, Bruce. That's one of your weak spots. It's how were we always getting beat down half a year ago. Oh, jeez, there's Bruce with a concussion, it looks like Kyle has to try to win this match for the both of D-X. And once I throw the Beartamer on you? You'll have no choice but to submit.
What's that saying you throw out sometimes? There's no shame in losing? Well, Bruce, in your case, there will be shame. Because I'm going to rub your nose in this defeat like you're a very naughty puppy. There is no way that you'll go in to that ring and come out the victor. I'm just not going to let that happen.
That's the thing about tag team partners. We inevitably know the other's weaknesses. We know how to counter. Well, partner, I'm throwing out my playbook. You'll have no clue what I'm going to bring to that ring. There will be a method to my madness, but it's one you won't be able to scout for, since ever since I left you, I've been looking ahead. And all you've done is look behind you, asking "Why, Kyle? Why did you do this?"
You'll see the reason why I did this when I go into Sole Survivor after our match, and happen to be the last man standing. When I get my title shot against whoever happens to be NAPW champion at that point, they'll look into my eyes and see the same thing you're about to see. Their defeat at the hands of Stylin' Kyle Roberts.
You know what, Bruce? You might as well just stay in that sweat lodge. Nobody will call you a coward for hiding. It's just called common sense. And if you DO happen to make an appearance in Toronto, make sure you're able to enjoy yourself beforehand.
Because at Sole Survivor, I will be the only one to survive this encounter.
(Kyle turns away from the camera, closing his eyes for a bit of a rest on his way to the airport. And we fade to black.)