Post by Stone Zellor on Mar 29, 2007 12:48:54 GMT -5
[The scene opens in the Zellor family apartment where tensions have been running high since Sole Survivor. Clint blames Papa Z, but isn't angry at Stone. Papa Z blames Clint, but not Stone and Stone, well he secretly blames both of the others. How hard is ti hit someone with a sign? All three of them are sitting in their recliners. Papa Z in his periwinkle leisure suit, Stone in an NAPW tee and black jeans, and Clint in a white wifebeater and jeans. The conversation starts as the scene continues]
Clint:
We can't go on like this, man.
Stone:
We could, but we ain't gonna get far...
[Pause]
Papa Z:
I -- can't --help -- but...
[Papa Z wheezes slightly]
Papa Z:
Feel -- this -- is my -- fault.
Clint:
It is, Pops! I told you two we didn't need to cheat to win - but you made up that loaded sign.
[He says pointing to his half-brother]
Clint:
You brought it to the arena. You picked it back up after I threw it in the van...
[Now he points at his father]
Stone:
An' you tried to use it, Pops.
[Papa Z looks accusingly at the younger of the two, Stone]
Stone:
What? I ain't done nothin' wrong! Not a damn thing!
Clint:
You made the sign for him!
Stone:
I didn't expect him to actually use it, bro! I ain't no mind reader, ya know.
Clint:
That's like givin' candy to a baby, course he's gonna eat it, man. You should know by that by know. We were giving them a run for their money. We eliminated Jay O'Brien and whichever one of Next Generation actually got pinned ... And we were this close to reclaiming the tag titles.
Stone:
We can get them back, bro. Chill.
Papa Z:
Chill.
[Pause]
Clint:
No, man, we can't.
[Another pause as Stone looks confused]
Clint:
A promotion back home on Staten Island has offered me a contract. One which pays better than NAPW ... I've decided to accept it.
Stone:
Bro?
Clint:
You're on your own, Stone. Don't worry, man, you're dynamite in that ring - you can do it.
Stone:
Bro?
Clint:
I gotta get packing, they're expecting me in a few days.
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]
Clint:
We can't go on like this, man.
Stone:
We could, but we ain't gonna get far...
[Pause]
Papa Z:
I -- can't --help -- but...
[Papa Z wheezes slightly]
Papa Z:
Feel -- this -- is my -- fault.
Clint:
It is, Pops! I told you two we didn't need to cheat to win - but you made up that loaded sign.
[He says pointing to his half-brother]
Clint:
You brought it to the arena. You picked it back up after I threw it in the van...
[Now he points at his father]
Stone:
An' you tried to use it, Pops.
[Papa Z looks accusingly at the younger of the two, Stone]
Stone:
What? I ain't done nothin' wrong! Not a damn thing!
Clint:
You made the sign for him!
Stone:
I didn't expect him to actually use it, bro! I ain't no mind reader, ya know.
Clint:
That's like givin' candy to a baby, course he's gonna eat it, man. You should know by that by know. We were giving them a run for their money. We eliminated Jay O'Brien and whichever one of Next Generation actually got pinned ... And we were this close to reclaiming the tag titles.
Stone:
We can get them back, bro. Chill.
Papa Z:
Chill.
[Pause]
Clint:
No, man, we can't.
[Another pause as Stone looks confused]
Clint:
A promotion back home on Staten Island has offered me a contract. One which pays better than NAPW ... I've decided to accept it.
Stone:
Bro?
Clint:
You're on your own, Stone. Don't worry, man, you're dynamite in that ring - you can do it.
Stone:
Bro?
Clint:
I gotta get packing, they're expecting me in a few days.
[And with that the scene comes to an end with the traditional fade to black]