Post by tstory on Sept 6, 2021 22:27:25 GMT -5
(Scene opens inside an unnamed dive bar somewhere outside Las Vegas Nevada. Annie and Charlie Castle sit at a small booth sharing a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 and chatting softly. Charlie's eyes are blackened and his nose is slightly swollen. Carson Castle approaches and takes a seat, picking up the bottle and taking a swig before motioning to the waitress to bring another bottle.)
Annie: You seen this shit? It's like that fucker Anderson wants to make me blow a damn gasket.
Charlie: Settle down, girl.
Annie: Don't tell me to calm down. I have every right to be pissed.
Carson: I know, I know. This situation isn't ideal, but you gotta look at the positives.
Annie: Positives? Positives? With that "fuck stick" Jester on our side of the ring. I'll "tag" his ass alright.
Carson: Look...he put his hands on grandpa and threw piss on him, but…
Charlie: Both of y'all listen to me. Jester hit me, he ain't the first and he sure as hell won't be the last. Truth be told, he didn't do the best job of it. Ol' Buddy Buchanan back is the day when I was in the Florida territory….that son of a bitch laid me out for a couple months. As for the piss, that ain't nothin but a good ol' fashioned rib. The boy knows the business, so I ain't sore. He got some payback so if he thinks we're square, then we're square. Now Rain and his boy's... that's a different story.
Annie: You got that shit right. I...I...I just wanna...well, I don't wanna say in front of Carson.
Carson: I think I already know. Just say it.
Annie: I wanna face fuck that little shit until he's deep throating the handle. And then I wanna break all those other fuckers necks like a bunch of chickens before a Sunday afternoon church social.
Charlie: Well, gawdamnit! Don't hold back none. (He chuckles and downs another shot.)
Carson: Don't worry. All four of those guys...talking about how dominating they are...their about to get dominated.
Charlie: Now hold on a minute there. Both of you are getting better every day, but if you two are going to put some in the win column, you've got to learn the RIGHT way to cheat.
Carson: What the fuck are you talking about?
Charlie: I'm talking about bein aware of where the ref is and what he's payin attention to. And how to make him pay attention to somethin else while you whoop all the ass you want and then count the pinfall.
Annie: Ya know, he's right Carson.
Carson: Hey...if it ain't broke….
Charlie: It's broke. I want y'all to succeed, and you can't do that gettin DQ'd every time you step in the ring.
(Just then, a group of three college aged girls walk in, surveying the bar.)
Girl #1: Well, Ruby's place was cleaner than this, but at least we don't have to worry about that creepy bartender hitting on us.
Girl #2: Oh my god! I think we struck gold! Look at the muscle up guy over there! (The girl bites her lip and motions toward Carson.)
Annie: Moe was hitting on THEM!!
Carson: I thought you weren't interested.
Annie: Hey, if he's gonna be obsessed with me, I'll be damned if he's gonna hit on other girls, especially weak little tramps like that. Hold my drink.
Charlie: Go easy on them Junebug. They look kinda soft and fragile, and Carson could use a little R rated R and R.
(Scene ends with the sound of a bottle breaking in the background.)
Annie: You seen this shit? It's like that fucker Anderson wants to make me blow a damn gasket.
Charlie: Settle down, girl.
Annie: Don't tell me to calm down. I have every right to be pissed.
Carson: I know, I know. This situation isn't ideal, but you gotta look at the positives.
Annie: Positives? Positives? With that "fuck stick" Jester on our side of the ring. I'll "tag" his ass alright.
Carson: Look...he put his hands on grandpa and threw piss on him, but…
Charlie: Both of y'all listen to me. Jester hit me, he ain't the first and he sure as hell won't be the last. Truth be told, he didn't do the best job of it. Ol' Buddy Buchanan back is the day when I was in the Florida territory….that son of a bitch laid me out for a couple months. As for the piss, that ain't nothin but a good ol' fashioned rib. The boy knows the business, so I ain't sore. He got some payback so if he thinks we're square, then we're square. Now Rain and his boy's... that's a different story.
Annie: You got that shit right. I...I...I just wanna...well, I don't wanna say in front of Carson.
Carson: I think I already know. Just say it.
Annie: I wanna face fuck that little shit until he's deep throating the handle. And then I wanna break all those other fuckers necks like a bunch of chickens before a Sunday afternoon church social.
Charlie: Well, gawdamnit! Don't hold back none. (He chuckles and downs another shot.)
Carson: Don't worry. All four of those guys...talking about how dominating they are...their about to get dominated.
Charlie: Now hold on a minute there. Both of you are getting better every day, but if you two are going to put some in the win column, you've got to learn the RIGHT way to cheat.
Carson: What the fuck are you talking about?
Charlie: I'm talking about bein aware of where the ref is and what he's payin attention to. And how to make him pay attention to somethin else while you whoop all the ass you want and then count the pinfall.
Annie: Ya know, he's right Carson.
Carson: Hey...if it ain't broke….
Charlie: It's broke. I want y'all to succeed, and you can't do that gettin DQ'd every time you step in the ring.
(Just then, a group of three college aged girls walk in, surveying the bar.)
Girl #1: Well, Ruby's place was cleaner than this, but at least we don't have to worry about that creepy bartender hitting on us.
Girl #2: Oh my god! I think we struck gold! Look at the muscle up guy over there! (The girl bites her lip and motions toward Carson.)
Annie: Moe was hitting on THEM!!
Carson: I thought you weren't interested.
Annie: Hey, if he's gonna be obsessed with me, I'll be damned if he's gonna hit on other girls, especially weak little tramps like that. Hold my drink.
Charlie: Go easy on them Junebug. They look kinda soft and fragile, and Carson could use a little R rated R and R.
(Scene ends with the sound of a bottle breaking in the background.)