Post by thecolossus on Aug 28, 2005 0:26:16 GMT -5
Jealousy turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullaby
Choking on your alibis
But its just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cos I'm Mr. Brightside
-The Killers
(A Jacuzzi could be one of the greatest gifts god ever gave to man. Your just sitting there, melting into the warm water and whirling jets. It’s a state of nirvana that only certain illicit drugs could match.)
(The Embassy Suits has a small gym that is reserved only for guests. A small weight set, a few treadmills, a couple of stationary bikes, and that glorious, wonderful, Jacuzzi. Two TV’s are suspended from the ceiling, showing sports and local news. This room is connected to the pool area, which is empty at this time of night.)
(A shirtless Rhodes McClure is winding down a stimulating jog on one of the treadmills. His breath comes in jagged bursts, his body shinning with sweat. Looking on, from the swirling waters, is his father. Randy McClure sips on some sort of drink, and alternates his attention between his son, and the pretty young newscaster on TV.)
(Rhodes finishes the jog, and hops off the treadmill. With a push of a button, the machine shuts off. Rhodes grabs a towel nearby, and wipes himself down. He then drapes the towel over his head, and collapses onto the floor, catching a bit of a breather.)
(His father watches the big man drop to the ground, breathing heavily. Randy turns back to the newscaster, but she has said her goodbyes for the night. We are treated with a re-run of Cheers next. He turns his attention back to his son.)
Randy: Big match, eh?
(Rhodes doesn’t move. The towel is still draped over his face.)
Rhodes: Sure, I guess. Tag Team titles.
Randy: Ever heard of your tag partner.
Rhodes: Nope. Never met the guy.
Randy: Not a good sign.
Rhodes: Doesn’t matter.
Randy: I would think it would. Kind of hard to jell as a
team if you’ve never met the guy.
Rhodes: True. Still doesn’t matter. I would hate to use that as a crutch. I’ve seen others play the excuse game, and that’s one thing Ace Anderson might be better at then me.
Randy: Tough cookie. Not all that bright, but tough.
Rhodes: Truer words have never been spoken. Guy wants to play mind games. Tried it last week as well. He lost.
Randy: The mind games?
(At this, Rhodes sits up. He looks up at his father, who is still enjoying the Jacuzzi, that could just be the mythical Shangri-la.)
Rhodes: And the match. I told him to expect it. I guess people just need to start listening to this nobody here. Guy has called me both pathetic and a joke. Then goes and loses to me. What’s below pathetic on the insulto-meter? Dismal?
Randy: Sounds good. Dismal has a nice ring to it.
Rhodes: Then he is dismal. Said he under-estimated me. Won’t happen again.
Randy: They always say that. You would think if your such a great wrestler, you would be above the biggest sin in the book.
Rhodes: You would think so. Although when it comes to hyperbole and clichés, Ace Anderson is King.
Randy: This is the one who talked about me hurting my
neck, right?
Rhodes: The one and only. He’s a dense type of man. I imagine as a child he was stuck with some sort of illness that forced him to only speak with intense phrases like “I will break you and I will make you bleed”. I guess it works in the industry we are in, but I shudder to think what happens when he is forced to speak with the grocery clerk at the local Piggly-Wiggly.
Randy: He is a funny one though, making the jokes and stuff.
Rhodes: Yea, he’s a real groundbreaker when it comes to action figure comedy. I guess I just didn’t get his joke, that’s all. Was all in the spirit of fun. And I am so angry about it.
Randy: Because that’s all your capable of.
Rhodes: Well, that and pinning his shoulders to the mat for a three count. I sure seemed to be able to do that.
(Rhodes lays back down again.)
Randy: Who’s his partner?
Rhodes: Jesus.
Randy: Your kidding.
Rhodes: I’m not so sure. Apparently Sean Hunter walks on water, cures the blind, and can be resurrected. Actually comes to the ring with the cross-strapped to his back. Takes it off to wrestle of course.
Randy: Of course. What’s your point?
Rhodes: No point, merely a casual observation. A point I would like to make is this. You remember when I was a kid, and we had those two puppies.
(Randy McClure takes a sip from his drink. He thinks back through the years, to his boy’s childhood.
Randy: Oh yea. Got them for you and Collin cause I though every boy should have a dog. What were there names again?
Rhodes: Uhh, Stinky and Slimy. Mine was Stinky. Anyway, do you remember when we would sit down for dinner every night, and those two puppies that just sit there and look up at us with those sad looks in their eyes? Wagging their tails and just begging for any scrape that we give them
Randy: Sure do. Cept, you feed them those table scraps they don’t want to eat the food in front of them.
Rhodes: Exactly. I hear Hunter and Ace talk, that’s what I think of. Two little puppies looking up at those in the Main Events and just wagging their tails and begging for a piece of it. Just two little doggies, just wanting a little taste of the good food.
Randy: Did you just make an allegory about the tag team champs and the two dogs I bought for you boys when you were kids? The two dogs, I will remind you, that run off when you forgot to shut the gate one night.
(Rhodes sits up once again. He tosses his wet towel in the direction of the “Used Laundry” basket in the corner. It lands half in, and half out.)
Rhodes: Yes I did, and Collin forgot to shut the gate, not me. Look, its just reeks of pettiness, that’s all. You taught me that a man is responsible for his lot in life. He wants to rise above where he is, its up to him. He is also responsible for the muck he lives in if he chooses not to rise.
Randy: Well, I did teach you that, just not in so many words. You saying that these two’s constant yapping about where they at on a card, that’s their own fault.
Rhodes: Exactly. A lesson I’m not sure the tag team champs ever learned.
Randy: I blame their fathers.
Rhodes: I blame the society we live in. Is that water still warm?
(Randy sinks a bit lower into the swirling waters.)
Randy: Like the womb.
Rhodes: Good.
(With that, Rhodes crawls over to the Jacuzzi, and just kind of flops into it. The swirling waters and blissful heat drains you of any though. The two just sit there, enjoying living in the now.)
Swimming through sick lullaby
Choking on your alibis
But its just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cos I'm Mr. Brightside
-The Killers
(A Jacuzzi could be one of the greatest gifts god ever gave to man. Your just sitting there, melting into the warm water and whirling jets. It’s a state of nirvana that only certain illicit drugs could match.)
(The Embassy Suits has a small gym that is reserved only for guests. A small weight set, a few treadmills, a couple of stationary bikes, and that glorious, wonderful, Jacuzzi. Two TV’s are suspended from the ceiling, showing sports and local news. This room is connected to the pool area, which is empty at this time of night.)
(A shirtless Rhodes McClure is winding down a stimulating jog on one of the treadmills. His breath comes in jagged bursts, his body shinning with sweat. Looking on, from the swirling waters, is his father. Randy McClure sips on some sort of drink, and alternates his attention between his son, and the pretty young newscaster on TV.)
(Rhodes finishes the jog, and hops off the treadmill. With a push of a button, the machine shuts off. Rhodes grabs a towel nearby, and wipes himself down. He then drapes the towel over his head, and collapses onto the floor, catching a bit of a breather.)
(His father watches the big man drop to the ground, breathing heavily. Randy turns back to the newscaster, but she has said her goodbyes for the night. We are treated with a re-run of Cheers next. He turns his attention back to his son.)
Randy: Big match, eh?
(Rhodes doesn’t move. The towel is still draped over his face.)
Rhodes: Sure, I guess. Tag Team titles.
Randy: Ever heard of your tag partner.
Rhodes: Nope. Never met the guy.
Randy: Not a good sign.
Rhodes: Doesn’t matter.
Randy: I would think it would. Kind of hard to jell as a
team if you’ve never met the guy.
Rhodes: True. Still doesn’t matter. I would hate to use that as a crutch. I’ve seen others play the excuse game, and that’s one thing Ace Anderson might be better at then me.
Randy: Tough cookie. Not all that bright, but tough.
Rhodes: Truer words have never been spoken. Guy wants to play mind games. Tried it last week as well. He lost.
Randy: The mind games?
(At this, Rhodes sits up. He looks up at his father, who is still enjoying the Jacuzzi, that could just be the mythical Shangri-la.)
Rhodes: And the match. I told him to expect it. I guess people just need to start listening to this nobody here. Guy has called me both pathetic and a joke. Then goes and loses to me. What’s below pathetic on the insulto-meter? Dismal?
Randy: Sounds good. Dismal has a nice ring to it.
Rhodes: Then he is dismal. Said he under-estimated me. Won’t happen again.
Randy: They always say that. You would think if your such a great wrestler, you would be above the biggest sin in the book.
Rhodes: You would think so. Although when it comes to hyperbole and clichés, Ace Anderson is King.
Randy: This is the one who talked about me hurting my
neck, right?
Rhodes: The one and only. He’s a dense type of man. I imagine as a child he was stuck with some sort of illness that forced him to only speak with intense phrases like “I will break you and I will make you bleed”. I guess it works in the industry we are in, but I shudder to think what happens when he is forced to speak with the grocery clerk at the local Piggly-Wiggly.
Randy: He is a funny one though, making the jokes and stuff.
Rhodes: Yea, he’s a real groundbreaker when it comes to action figure comedy. I guess I just didn’t get his joke, that’s all. Was all in the spirit of fun. And I am so angry about it.
Randy: Because that’s all your capable of.
Rhodes: Well, that and pinning his shoulders to the mat for a three count. I sure seemed to be able to do that.
(Rhodes lays back down again.)
Randy: Who’s his partner?
Rhodes: Jesus.
Randy: Your kidding.
Rhodes: I’m not so sure. Apparently Sean Hunter walks on water, cures the blind, and can be resurrected. Actually comes to the ring with the cross-strapped to his back. Takes it off to wrestle of course.
Randy: Of course. What’s your point?
Rhodes: No point, merely a casual observation. A point I would like to make is this. You remember when I was a kid, and we had those two puppies.
(Randy McClure takes a sip from his drink. He thinks back through the years, to his boy’s childhood.
Randy: Oh yea. Got them for you and Collin cause I though every boy should have a dog. What were there names again?
Rhodes: Uhh, Stinky and Slimy. Mine was Stinky. Anyway, do you remember when we would sit down for dinner every night, and those two puppies that just sit there and look up at us with those sad looks in their eyes? Wagging their tails and just begging for any scrape that we give them
Randy: Sure do. Cept, you feed them those table scraps they don’t want to eat the food in front of them.
Rhodes: Exactly. I hear Hunter and Ace talk, that’s what I think of. Two little puppies looking up at those in the Main Events and just wagging their tails and begging for a piece of it. Just two little doggies, just wanting a little taste of the good food.
Randy: Did you just make an allegory about the tag team champs and the two dogs I bought for you boys when you were kids? The two dogs, I will remind you, that run off when you forgot to shut the gate one night.
(Rhodes sits up once again. He tosses his wet towel in the direction of the “Used Laundry” basket in the corner. It lands half in, and half out.)
Rhodes: Yes I did, and Collin forgot to shut the gate, not me. Look, its just reeks of pettiness, that’s all. You taught me that a man is responsible for his lot in life. He wants to rise above where he is, its up to him. He is also responsible for the muck he lives in if he chooses not to rise.
Randy: Well, I did teach you that, just not in so many words. You saying that these two’s constant yapping about where they at on a card, that’s their own fault.
Rhodes: Exactly. A lesson I’m not sure the tag team champs ever learned.
Randy: I blame their fathers.
Rhodes: I blame the society we live in. Is that water still warm?
(Randy sinks a bit lower into the swirling waters.)
Randy: Like the womb.
Rhodes: Good.
(With that, Rhodes crawls over to the Jacuzzi, and just kind of flops into it. The swirling waters and blissful heat drains you of any though. The two just sit there, enjoying living in the now.)