Post by Bruce "The Beast" Richards on Dec 18, 2005 16:47:58 GMT -5
(Scene opens at a busy airport in Nova Scotia. It is early Saturday night, and REX CALIBER is sitting on an uncomfortable leather seat, clutching a small overnight bag to his chest. He is leaning back in the chair, trying to catch a few minutes of sleep before he boards his plane. Suddenly, the intercom buzzes, and a woman with a thick Atlantic-Canada accent says “Paging…Rex Caliber? That’s Rex Caliber, you have a telephone call, please report to the front desk.” Rex grumbles as he stands up and strolls to the desk, where a frumpy airline employee hands him the courtesy phone. He takes it with a wink.)
REX CALIBER: This better be important! I gotta flight to catch.
(The screen splits to show BRUCE “THE BEAST” RICHARDS standing by a pay phone in a hospital somewhere, leaning up against the wall.)
THE BEAST: Rex, Bruce Richards here. Listen, about our match on Monday.
REX CALIBER: Ah, it's The Beast. Listen, they release Kyle from the hospital yet?
THE BEAST: He's currently under sedation, I'm calling from the waiting room of the Grey Nuns hospital. They're holding him at least one more day; he started having hallucinations. He thought that the vending machine was one of the Dudes and tried to give it a bodyslam.
REX CALIBER: Oh, damn man. But don't blame me: Static's the one who cheated. I'd never do that. (Coughs faintly.)
THE BEAST: Yeah, right. Look Rex, I'm not entirely thrilled about the outcome of last week's match, but in terms of an ass-kicking heirarchy, you and Static fall well below Cameron Scott and Mike Johnston.
REX CALIBER: Yeah, I'd like to show the “champs” a thing or five myself. So, for one night only, we will work together to put a hurting on the champ and Mr. Immortal.
THE BEAST: Oh, I almost forgot about The Immortal. Man, I'm going to enjoy putting a beat-down on that guy, just out of general principle.
REX CALIBER: Yeah I've been trying to train him, but it's kind of like molding a boulder : it just ain’t worth the effort.
THE BEAST: How did you get roped into that anyways? Does he have dirt on you or something?
REX CALIBER: He paid me. I'll do some messed up things for two hundred dollars.
THE BEAST: That's what I hear about you...
REX CALIBER: Hey, don't get no funny ideas. I won't be your special guy like Kyle is, no matter what the money is.
THE BEAST: Temper, temper, Rex. Listen: I thought it would be a good idea for us to get together when you get back and work out a game plan, see how we work in the ring. When do you get back in from Pittsburgh?
REX CALIBER: I'll fly in Sunday night. With the time difference it'll be, like, 6:00 at night there. When I get in we can go to a club on Gateway and party it up some.
THE BEAST: AFTER we spend a couple of hours in the ring.
REX CALIBER: Okay man, okay. (Under his breath.) Damn, you’re as bad as Static…
THE BEAST: I've lost two matches in a row, and I'm not going to lose another because we were out partying when we should have been working.
REX CALIBER: Okay. Now that I think about it, I would like to work on some tandem moves, get the chemistry going.
THE BEAST: That's more like it.
REX CALIBER: But after we'll go to the nudie bar, right?
THE BEAST: ...right.
REX CALIBER: So, does Kyle even know I'm teaming with you yet?
THE BEAST: Last time I checked he was trying to get checked out of the hospital to help train us to-morrow night. He's as aware as he can be in his current state.
REX CALIBER: So, ineffective as usual. But I feel good that YOU didn't take the loss this past Thursday. Maybe he’s the weak link…
THE BEAST: Hey, look: Kyle might behave like a screw-up, but he's the closest thing I have to a friend in this business, and he's a good partner...for now.
(The voice comes over the intercom again: "Final boarding call for flight a-311 to Pittsburgh. All passengers please report to gate number six.”)
REX CALIBER: Okay, Bruce, I gotta go. Hey, pick me up at Edmonton International tommorrow night, okay?
THE BEAST: You think that I have nothing better to do than be your airport chauffeur? You spend so much money shopping you can't afford taxi fare?
REX CALIBER: Ok fine. That’s ok, I’ll call you when I get back in town.
THE BEAST: All right. Don't work too hard to-morrow; I need you fresh and concussion-less.
REX CALIBER: Dont worry about me. (Hangs up the phone. The screen widens again on THE BEAST as he hangs up the phone and then turns around to bump into STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS in a hospital gown, with gauze wrapped around his head. He has the crazy eyes.)
THE BEAST: Kyle, what are you doing out of bed?
STYLIN’ KYLE: Bruce, we need to get out of here. The bear…he’s stalking me.
THE BEAST: Right. Listen, let’s get you back to the room; Coach can watch out for the bear, and I’ll try and get a hold of security… (The two men walk down the hallway as the lights dim.)
Co-written with REX CALIBER.
REX CALIBER: This better be important! I gotta flight to catch.
(The screen splits to show BRUCE “THE BEAST” RICHARDS standing by a pay phone in a hospital somewhere, leaning up against the wall.)
THE BEAST: Rex, Bruce Richards here. Listen, about our match on Monday.
REX CALIBER: Ah, it's The Beast. Listen, they release Kyle from the hospital yet?
THE BEAST: He's currently under sedation, I'm calling from the waiting room of the Grey Nuns hospital. They're holding him at least one more day; he started having hallucinations. He thought that the vending machine was one of the Dudes and tried to give it a bodyslam.
REX CALIBER: Oh, damn man. But don't blame me: Static's the one who cheated. I'd never do that. (Coughs faintly.)
THE BEAST: Yeah, right. Look Rex, I'm not entirely thrilled about the outcome of last week's match, but in terms of an ass-kicking heirarchy, you and Static fall well below Cameron Scott and Mike Johnston.
REX CALIBER: Yeah, I'd like to show the “champs” a thing or five myself. So, for one night only, we will work together to put a hurting on the champ and Mr. Immortal.
THE BEAST: Oh, I almost forgot about The Immortal. Man, I'm going to enjoy putting a beat-down on that guy, just out of general principle.
REX CALIBER: Yeah I've been trying to train him, but it's kind of like molding a boulder : it just ain’t worth the effort.
THE BEAST: How did you get roped into that anyways? Does he have dirt on you or something?
REX CALIBER: He paid me. I'll do some messed up things for two hundred dollars.
THE BEAST: That's what I hear about you...
REX CALIBER: Hey, don't get no funny ideas. I won't be your special guy like Kyle is, no matter what the money is.
THE BEAST: Temper, temper, Rex. Listen: I thought it would be a good idea for us to get together when you get back and work out a game plan, see how we work in the ring. When do you get back in from Pittsburgh?
REX CALIBER: I'll fly in Sunday night. With the time difference it'll be, like, 6:00 at night there. When I get in we can go to a club on Gateway and party it up some.
THE BEAST: AFTER we spend a couple of hours in the ring.
REX CALIBER: Okay man, okay. (Under his breath.) Damn, you’re as bad as Static…
THE BEAST: I've lost two matches in a row, and I'm not going to lose another because we were out partying when we should have been working.
REX CALIBER: Okay. Now that I think about it, I would like to work on some tandem moves, get the chemistry going.
THE BEAST: That's more like it.
REX CALIBER: But after we'll go to the nudie bar, right?
THE BEAST: ...right.
REX CALIBER: So, does Kyle even know I'm teaming with you yet?
THE BEAST: Last time I checked he was trying to get checked out of the hospital to help train us to-morrow night. He's as aware as he can be in his current state.
REX CALIBER: So, ineffective as usual. But I feel good that YOU didn't take the loss this past Thursday. Maybe he’s the weak link…
THE BEAST: Hey, look: Kyle might behave like a screw-up, but he's the closest thing I have to a friend in this business, and he's a good partner...for now.
(The voice comes over the intercom again: "Final boarding call for flight a-311 to Pittsburgh. All passengers please report to gate number six.”)
REX CALIBER: Okay, Bruce, I gotta go. Hey, pick me up at Edmonton International tommorrow night, okay?
THE BEAST: You think that I have nothing better to do than be your airport chauffeur? You spend so much money shopping you can't afford taxi fare?
REX CALIBER: Ok fine. That’s ok, I’ll call you when I get back in town.
THE BEAST: All right. Don't work too hard to-morrow; I need you fresh and concussion-less.
REX CALIBER: Dont worry about me. (Hangs up the phone. The screen widens again on THE BEAST as he hangs up the phone and then turns around to bump into STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS in a hospital gown, with gauze wrapped around his head. He has the crazy eyes.)
THE BEAST: Kyle, what are you doing out of bed?
STYLIN’ KYLE: Bruce, we need to get out of here. The bear…he’s stalking me.
THE BEAST: Right. Listen, let’s get you back to the room; Coach can watch out for the bear, and I’ll try and get a hold of security… (The two men walk down the hallway as the lights dim.)
Co-written with REX CALIBER.