Holy Cow!

[cataclysm]

[ An airplane. Coach passenger section. The camera is fixed on two figures. In the aisle seat is the ever-so-talkative Russian, Alexandr Mortimer. In the window seat, his face hidden by his black hood, gazing at the Arctic Ocean, miles below, is the ever-so-untalkative Cataclysm. Mortimer is dressed in his navy blue suit today, the white no-sleeve tee tucked into the pants under his navy blue jacket. There's a golden pen sitting in the breast pocket of his jacket. As per usual, his head is shaved perfectly clean. The light from the open windows shines on his head causing some of the older folks with sight problems to put on a pair of sunglasses. There's a half-empty water bottle in Cataclysm's left hand, evidence that the flight has been going for quite a while. Mortimer is busy click-clacking away at his orange MacIntosh lap top. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: Holy cow! Take a look at this.

[ Mortimer holds the lap top up for The Hooded Man to see. Cataclysm merely glances over for a brief moment, only enough that we get a slight glimpse of his eyes. Icy. Not the color, the gaze. No wonder he keeps his eyes hidden for the most part. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: Did you look? The guy is huge, no?

[ He glances at the lap top before again shoving it in front of Cataclysm, who continues to look out the window, seemingly oblivious. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: It says his name is Caliban, from the "Amazon Basin." Quite odd, no? He's on the REBEL roster.

[ There's an awkward silence while Mortimer simply sits there, foolishly waving the lap top screen about in front of an ignorant Cataclysm. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: Hey, you should pay attention, ya? You might have to wrestle this guy. I think they tamed an ape, shaved him, and tought him to wrestle.

[ Mortimer click-clacks around on the keyboard again, doing God-knows-what. The camera circles around to the rear, to see what has appeared on the screen. Mortimer has brought up images of the entire REBEL roster. I guess he took it extremely literally when someone first told him "knowledge is power." While he sits there looking up some golden information, Cataclysm simply stares out the window at the icy water below. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: Hey, look at this guy.

[ A double-click of the touch-mouse and an image of the NAPW Champion, Ravager, pops up on the screen. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: NAPW Champion. Imagine if you had to wrestle him, eh? Great for you! You could be given a shot at REBEL's biggest title! What would you think of that?

[ Cataclysm looks right at Mortimer, but the camera can't see what's behind an airplane seat. Mortimer takes the hint from Cataclysm's icy glare and soon dismisses the idea. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: Yes, of course, you're not in it for the gold, are you? No, you're just in it for the competition, ya? Well, I'll tell you right now, this Caliban... creature... he'll definitely be some competition. I suggest you train good, ya?

[ Cataclysm has already looked back out the window, possibly ignoring Alexandr Mortimer completely. Mortimer closes the lap top, obviously giving up. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: Hey, I want to thank you again for coming with me to my home country. It's just, my family is going through a rough time right now. I trust you've understood this as my reason for managing you?

[ Cataclysm is silent. Alexandr Mortimer is silent. Not for long, though, he just can't keep it up. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: I'll bet that Caliban creature eats nothing but... [chuckles]... dark meat, no?

[ You can't see it, but Cataclysm MUST be rolling his eyes after that comment. ]

Alexandr Mortimer: What? Funny, no? Dark meat? You get it, ya?

[ Lights fade so Mortimer can get his foot out of his mouth. ]