(There's No Place Like) Home for the Holidays

[Mongo the Destroyer]

*We open outside of a nice looking home somewhere in America. However, the picturesque scene is soon shattered by the sound of breaking dishware and screams. Soon the door to the home opens and out comes a disheveled mess, bringing most of a dining room set with him, still sitting on a long table cloth tucked into the man’s pants. The train of thanksgiving gone wrong follows him out the door as he sits down on the front steps, takes a flask out of his jacket pocket, and imbibes. He sighs as yells and screams come from the house, muted only by a more civilized looking fellow in a sweater coming out, shutting the door (on half the table-less meal/setting) and sitting down next to his brother.*

Nelly: You wanna talk?

Randy: Perry Como can get bent, being home sucks.

Nelly: Well, it’s been a while since you’ve been back. You know you’ve really only spent time with me ever since the..uh…

Randy: The incident. One time. ONE TIME, on mom’s birthday. And she won’t let me live it down.

Nelly: Well, at least you tried, and maybe come Christmas-

Randy: Oh no, I am not coming home for Christmas. It’s clearly not the time.

Nelly: We’ll see closer to the holiday.

*The elder Angel (Randy) takes another swig and puts his arm around his brother.*

Randy: Nell, you’re the only one who gets me. Or at least the only one who tries. And I don’t just mean in terms of family, like….anyone.

*He sighs*

Randy: You’re all I got man. You and the ring and even that’s yours and I’m just sort of happy to back you up there.

Nelly: Oh come on, you’re making a name for yourself in Japan.

Randy: SKS? I’m trying to but it’s hard, you know? I’m out there trying to have fun but the SKS roster is very aggressive, and not in a fun “hey let’s have a bar fight” aggressive way. They’re mean. And even how, I’m still in your shadow even there.

*The younger brother runs a hand through his hair.*

Nelly: Haha, you saw that, huh?

Randy: I did, MCCW is bringing you there to warm up the crowd AND putting you in my match for reasons unknown.

Nelly: Well I guess since they had me, haha

*Randy begins to pick untuck the tablecloth from his pants and cast it aside. He stands up and walks around to look at his brother.*

Randy: You know Nell, I hope you win. I hope you come in and win both matches. I’m just a screw up and I don’t deserve any of what you’ve gotten because you worked for it and I just stumbled in and got it on a plate. That’s not fair to you

Nelly: Pffft. You think I’m comfortable with the “legend” treatment? I just love wrestling.

*Randy stomps and circles around.*

Randy: THERE IT IS AGAIN! I try to be magnanimous and humble and somehow you one-up it! How do you do that man!? How can you have turned out so good and me such a screw-up?

*Nelly shrugs*

Randy: Look, I’m gonna take off. You go back in there and calm everyone down, tell ‘em I’m sorry.

*Nelly stands up, sticks his hands in his pocket because it’s cold out.*

Nelly: Aaacutally I already did, and said I’d make sure you got home safe.

*Randy shakes his head.*

Randy: Nah, Nell. I can’t do this to you, I can’t take away your Thanksgiving with the family. I’m already taking some of your-

Nelly: Shut up. I got to see everyone, but we’ve got a busy month ahead of us, it’s enough. You’ve got the SKS Jumpstart Title to win- and a couple tag matches I think too-

Randy: Woo for Off the Wagon!

Nelly: -And I’ve got MCCW keeping me busy. We’re busy guys. So don’t let mom get you down. She’ll come around eventually.

Randy: You’re right I guess. You’re always right. Stupid perfect dickhead.

Nelly: What was that?

Randy: You heard me!

*They smile as Randy pounces on his brother with a headlock and the two begin sparring in the yard. And the camera fades out.*