Post by Stone Zellor on Apr 15, 2007 14:48:07 GMT -5
[The scene opens back in Edmonton - finally! At the old Zellor apartment, where Stone still resides. Only now with Bubbles to help pay the rent. Stone's alone in the lounge, sitting in his recliner, dressed in some Tripp pants and a black NAPW tee. A bottle of MD 20/20 in one hand and a Dictaphone in the other]
Stone:
The day is gettin' nearer, y'all. 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor gettin' ready to re-debut in style just like I did last year, with an emphatic victory over those losers, The Calgary Connection. If ya can cast yo' minds back that far...
[But the diatribe is cut short by the door opening. Bubbles enters the room]
Bubbles:
Hey, Stone.
Stone:
B. You get the orange juice?
Bubbles:
And the tequila ... I love cocktail night!
[Pause]
Stone:
Yeah, me too.
[Liar!]
Bubbles:
We've got enough stuff to make some white Russians and tequila sunrises. Are they okay for you?
Stone:
Yeah, sure.
[By this time, Bubbles has made her way over to the kitchen area and placed the brown grocery bag on the counter. She starts emptying the contents of said bag as Stone hides his bottle of Mad Dog. It was 'Peaches & Cream' as well, damn it]
Stone:
I'll just be in my room while you make the cocktails, aight?
Bubbles:
Of course, It'll take me a few minutes.
Stone:
Cool, cool.
[Stone stands up, glancing back at his nearly full bottle of MD 20/20 before making his way towards his bedroom; Dictaphone still recording. He closes the door behind him and stands, facing out of the window before continuing]
Stone:
Matthew Kurtis ... What do you resent more, man - your brother wrestlin' in 'bigger' matches than you or yo' whore of a girlfriend trying to cop a feel of me last time we met in the ring? 'Cause somethin' is pissin' you off, man, and I'm concerned, aight.
[Pause]
Stone:
Not for me, for you. Personally I wanna slap the taste out of yo' mouth and Lyndsey's mouth too. But I might not get the chance to do that. I'll settle for just you, and for the fans cheering my name. For the first time in months, I ain't being hated by association. The fans will cheer my name as I walk down the aisle. They'll shout "I gots skillz" when I pimp slap you. They'll even start a "whore" chant when Lyndsey, inevitably, goes for my crown jewels again...
[Pause]
Stone:
I guess Clint did have his uses, teachin' me these big words. But in the ring, damn, man he was more useless than you! Ooh, "big man". Nobody fears the big men in this business no more, man. No-one but Krenshov and even he's bordering on a joke since The Untouchables crumbled ... The point is, I ain't scared of you, 'Angry American' man. In the ring, out of the ring. You ain't nothin' to me. In one way or another I've gone throught you, like twice, man. I gots more skills in my pinky - my left pinky - then you got in yo' whole body. So you can bring your old self, you can bring your new self. You can bring any damn self you like to that ring on Tuesday night, 'cause there's only way this is gonna end up ... Just like it has done before. 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor defeats Matthew Kurtis in record time; I can hear it now. And I'll hear it again on Tuesday night, biatch.
[Stone presses stop before removing the tape]
Stone:
Damn, this is handy.
Bubbles: [from the other room]
Tequila sunrises are ready!
[And with that Stone takes a deep breath as the scene comes to and end with the traditional fade to black]
Stone:
The day is gettin' nearer, y'all. 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor gettin' ready to re-debut in style just like I did last year, with an emphatic victory over those losers, The Calgary Connection. If ya can cast yo' minds back that far...
[But the diatribe is cut short by the door opening. Bubbles enters the room]
Bubbles:
Hey, Stone.
Stone:
B. You get the orange juice?
Bubbles:
And the tequila ... I love cocktail night!
[Pause]
Stone:
Yeah, me too.
[Liar!]
Bubbles:
We've got enough stuff to make some white Russians and tequila sunrises. Are they okay for you?
Stone:
Yeah, sure.
[By this time, Bubbles has made her way over to the kitchen area and placed the brown grocery bag on the counter. She starts emptying the contents of said bag as Stone hides his bottle of Mad Dog. It was 'Peaches & Cream' as well, damn it]
Stone:
I'll just be in my room while you make the cocktails, aight?
Bubbles:
Of course, It'll take me a few minutes.
Stone:
Cool, cool.
[Stone stands up, glancing back at his nearly full bottle of MD 20/20 before making his way towards his bedroom; Dictaphone still recording. He closes the door behind him and stands, facing out of the window before continuing]
Stone:
Matthew Kurtis ... What do you resent more, man - your brother wrestlin' in 'bigger' matches than you or yo' whore of a girlfriend trying to cop a feel of me last time we met in the ring? 'Cause somethin' is pissin' you off, man, and I'm concerned, aight.
[Pause]
Stone:
Not for me, for you. Personally I wanna slap the taste out of yo' mouth and Lyndsey's mouth too. But I might not get the chance to do that. I'll settle for just you, and for the fans cheering my name. For the first time in months, I ain't being hated by association. The fans will cheer my name as I walk down the aisle. They'll shout "I gots skillz" when I pimp slap you. They'll even start a "whore" chant when Lyndsey, inevitably, goes for my crown jewels again...
[Pause]
Stone:
I guess Clint did have his uses, teachin' me these big words. But in the ring, damn, man he was more useless than you! Ooh, "big man". Nobody fears the big men in this business no more, man. No-one but Krenshov and even he's bordering on a joke since The Untouchables crumbled ... The point is, I ain't scared of you, 'Angry American' man. In the ring, out of the ring. You ain't nothin' to me. In one way or another I've gone throught you, like twice, man. I gots more skills in my pinky - my left pinky - then you got in yo' whole body. So you can bring your old self, you can bring your new self. You can bring any damn self you like to that ring on Tuesday night, 'cause there's only way this is gonna end up ... Just like it has done before. 'Dynamite' Stone Zellor defeats Matthew Kurtis in record time; I can hear it now. And I'll hear it again on Tuesday night, biatch.
[Stone presses stop before removing the tape]
Stone:
Damn, this is handy.
Bubbles: [from the other room]
Tequila sunrises are ready!
[And with that Stone takes a deep breath as the scene comes to and end with the traditional fade to black]