Post by tstory on Oct 7, 2021 10:51:57 GMT -5
(Scene opens to the interior of Jack's Place. Various patrons are scattered throughout the bar, shooting pool, huddled at tables talking and drinking, some sitting at the bar nursing their drinks. The door flings open forcefully as Carson Castle walks inside, his trademark leather vest worn over a plain white tee shirt. His faded blue jeans tucked into a pair of worn black combat boots. He walks to the bar and signals for Archie's attention.)
Carson: Hey buddy. You need to have a couple shots of Turkey and an open bottle ready for when Annie finally hobbles in here. She's pissed off and mad about it and won't let anybody help her gimpy ass.
Archie: Sure thing. Hang on, we have a ready supply just for your use.
(Archie brings out a bottle and a couple of glasses.)
Archie: Oh, and this is on the house. Jack’s treat.
Carson: Much appreciated. I just hope this is enough to calm her down.
(The door flings open again. Annie limps through the door, scowling and cursing under her breath. One of the patrons looks up from his drink and makes eye contact as Annie stops to lean on the pool table.)
Annie: What?!? I know you ain't eyeballing me, are you? Let me tell you something right now, buddy... I'm in the mood to rip out a couple of eyeballs right now, and those baby blue peepers in your stupid face look just about right. So why don't you just look down at the floor while I make my way to the bar.
Patron: Uh...yes. Yes ma'am.
(As Annie hobbles towards the bar, the door again swings open. Heads swivel, and eyes bulge as Summer “Pixilicious” Pyke saunters in. A pair a black mesh spike heeled ankle boots adorn her feet and some impossibly short shorts ride low on her hips. Am off the shoulder UPW STAFF tee covers her torso whilst doing nothing to hide that divine figure. Summer sweeps back her (currently) platinum blonde hair and waves cheerily at Carson. She passes unmolested through the patrons as few fail to admire her shapely, tanned legs.)
Pxi: I hope I’m not late. I was waiting for Larry, but she got a call about a dance audition and had to head off. So (smiling enchantingly) Here I am. (She then turns to see Annie at the bar.) Oh. She made it then. I was kind of wondering how bad the ankle got hurt. I could help with that. I’ve been studying acupuncture,you know. It’s really amazing how the body can actually heal itself.
Carson: I'm really not sure how bad it is. It doesn't look swollen, but she won't wrap it or put any ice on it. She's always been stubborn as a bull and twice as tough.
Arche (approaches the table): Hi Summer, what’ll you have?
Pixi: Do you have any FRESHLY squeezed juices?
Archie: Just what comes in the bottles.
Pixi: I’ll have a G&T then. Just a small one. With ice. Oh and do you have any -
Archie: Probably not.
Pixi: Just that then, thanks Archie. (She then turns back to Carson) I don’t know why I bothered. He was never going to have an elderflower cordial. Say, did you see the card for the next show? Seems it’s Uncle Jack to face Annie - again, and you and I are kind of their seconds. (She turns her head and looks again at Annie) I expect she’ll be fine by then, but like I said - if she wants some crystal healing or acupuncture, you know….
Annie: It's not THAT bad. Probably would have been better if Mr. Jack hadn't twisted on it! He's got a receipt comin' for that one. All the same, I guess it was best to show my stubborn ass that I needed to call it a night.
Carson: You're no different now than when we were kids. You never did know when to quit. Anyway, congrats on the win, Summer. No sour grapes here.
Pixi: No, you did amazing! I had to really move to avoid getting my head knocked off! Of course, that’s all part of the fun, right? Besides, I didn’t really do that much. I think Uncle Jack did most of the heavy lifting that time.
(In Jack’s Office where Jack and Moe are talking)
Ruby: Hey, I did what I needed to do to make sure Summer and I won that match.
Moe: You didn’t have to try to cripple her.
Ruby: She’s not crippled. And if she is, you can have a good time pushing her around in a wheelchair. I’m sure she’ll really appreciate…
Moe: Hush!
Ruby: Huh?
Moe: I hear the voice of an angel. Come on, I think we have company.
(Jack and Moe come out from the back to greet Carson and Annie.)
Ruby: Well, good evening. Glad to see you guys up and moving. Oh, and thank you for one hell of a match. I haven’t had that much fun in ages.
Moe: Uh, hi dere Annie. How you feeling?
Annie: Well, Moe, I'm pissed off. Pissed off that we lost, but more pissed off that that pampered, self absorbed panty waist of a champion blew up my damn truck!
Carson: She's fine, Moe. Thanks for the concern. And thanks for putting her out of her misery, Jack. I shudder to think what she would have done if the match went much longer.
Pixi: Um...Annie, you did kind of blow up his silly bus first. I mean, it was a really childish thing and totally needed taking off the road. (she shrugs), But so did your truck. Have you ANY idea how much pollution those things generate?
Annie: I don't know! I never checked the emissions standards for Nevada, but I'm pretty sure that old thing wasn't exactly compliant. Besides, he asked for it when his little flying monkey boy, Rain, beat the brakes off my grandpa. Anyway, I suppose Bishop thinks we're square now. We'll see. I sure wish I was beating the crap outta him instead of having to fight Mr. Jack again.
Moe: So, say dere Annie. What are you using for wheels now?
Pixi: I’ve got a scooter. That’s super economical, but maybe I should trade in for an E-Bike. They’ve got even less emissions, but really, I need to understand the impact of the battery manufacture before I can make a decision. Being Green isn’t as straightforward as it seems, you know. In that way, it kind of is a bit like wrestling; there’s lots of ways to be the best. The obvious answer isn’t always the right one.
Annie: I don't really know. I can't depend on Carson and grandpa to get me around everywhere. I've got some cash put back. Hopefully "act of asshole" is covered by my insurance, otherwise I'll be taking the bus.
Pixi: Ugh. I know I’m totally into being Green, but the buses - they’re just so unreliable. Say, you could get a scooter. They’re pretty cheap and even cheaper to run. Plus it’s just so much kinder to the planet.
Annie: I might have to. We'll see.
Pixi: Okay, well I said I’d buy you drinks, so drink up and enjoy.
Carson: I hope you know what you're getting yourself into buying drinks for that one!
Moe: You never know dere Annie. Some kind hearted soul may come through to help you out.
Ruby: Are you going to be in any shape to wrestle on the next card? Because I plan on coming at you full force, and I fully expect the same in return.
Annie: I'll be fine. Hell, I would have won tonight if you hadn't taken advantage of my kind nature! I'm just kidding. I'll be ready. You better be too, Mr. Jack, or I'll knock you silly. Don't you dare hold back on me, cause I sure as hell won't hold back on you.
Pixi: Uncle Jack? Hold back? No, that’s not going to happen.
Annie: Speaking of not holding back...ehem...ARCHIE!!! I'm gonna need another bottle in about 5 minutes!! Watch me work, folks. You got any AC/DC on that karaoke machine Mr. Jack? Drink up Moe. Let's see if you can keep up with me.
(The scene fades as the party really starts to get going.)
Carson: Hey buddy. You need to have a couple shots of Turkey and an open bottle ready for when Annie finally hobbles in here. She's pissed off and mad about it and won't let anybody help her gimpy ass.
Archie: Sure thing. Hang on, we have a ready supply just for your use.
(Archie brings out a bottle and a couple of glasses.)
Archie: Oh, and this is on the house. Jack’s treat.
Carson: Much appreciated. I just hope this is enough to calm her down.
(The door flings open again. Annie limps through the door, scowling and cursing under her breath. One of the patrons looks up from his drink and makes eye contact as Annie stops to lean on the pool table.)
Annie: What?!? I know you ain't eyeballing me, are you? Let me tell you something right now, buddy... I'm in the mood to rip out a couple of eyeballs right now, and those baby blue peepers in your stupid face look just about right. So why don't you just look down at the floor while I make my way to the bar.
Patron: Uh...yes. Yes ma'am.
(As Annie hobbles towards the bar, the door again swings open. Heads swivel, and eyes bulge as Summer “Pixilicious” Pyke saunters in. A pair a black mesh spike heeled ankle boots adorn her feet and some impossibly short shorts ride low on her hips. Am off the shoulder UPW STAFF tee covers her torso whilst doing nothing to hide that divine figure. Summer sweeps back her (currently) platinum blonde hair and waves cheerily at Carson. She passes unmolested through the patrons as few fail to admire her shapely, tanned legs.)
Pxi: I hope I’m not late. I was waiting for Larry, but she got a call about a dance audition and had to head off. So (smiling enchantingly) Here I am. (She then turns to see Annie at the bar.) Oh. She made it then. I was kind of wondering how bad the ankle got hurt. I could help with that. I’ve been studying acupuncture,you know. It’s really amazing how the body can actually heal itself.
Carson: I'm really not sure how bad it is. It doesn't look swollen, but she won't wrap it or put any ice on it. She's always been stubborn as a bull and twice as tough.
Arche (approaches the table): Hi Summer, what’ll you have?
Pixi: Do you have any FRESHLY squeezed juices?
Archie: Just what comes in the bottles.
Pixi: I’ll have a G&T then. Just a small one. With ice. Oh and do you have any -
Archie: Probably not.
Pixi: Just that then, thanks Archie. (She then turns back to Carson) I don’t know why I bothered. He was never going to have an elderflower cordial. Say, did you see the card for the next show? Seems it’s Uncle Jack to face Annie - again, and you and I are kind of their seconds. (She turns her head and looks again at Annie) I expect she’ll be fine by then, but like I said - if she wants some crystal healing or acupuncture, you know….
Annie: It's not THAT bad. Probably would have been better if Mr. Jack hadn't twisted on it! He's got a receipt comin' for that one. All the same, I guess it was best to show my stubborn ass that I needed to call it a night.
Carson: You're no different now than when we were kids. You never did know when to quit. Anyway, congrats on the win, Summer. No sour grapes here.
Pixi: No, you did amazing! I had to really move to avoid getting my head knocked off! Of course, that’s all part of the fun, right? Besides, I didn’t really do that much. I think Uncle Jack did most of the heavy lifting that time.
(In Jack’s Office where Jack and Moe are talking)
Ruby: Hey, I did what I needed to do to make sure Summer and I won that match.
Moe: You didn’t have to try to cripple her.
Ruby: She’s not crippled. And if she is, you can have a good time pushing her around in a wheelchair. I’m sure she’ll really appreciate…
Moe: Hush!
Ruby: Huh?
Moe: I hear the voice of an angel. Come on, I think we have company.
(Jack and Moe come out from the back to greet Carson and Annie.)
Ruby: Well, good evening. Glad to see you guys up and moving. Oh, and thank you for one hell of a match. I haven’t had that much fun in ages.
Moe: Uh, hi dere Annie. How you feeling?
Annie: Well, Moe, I'm pissed off. Pissed off that we lost, but more pissed off that that pampered, self absorbed panty waist of a champion blew up my damn truck!
Carson: She's fine, Moe. Thanks for the concern. And thanks for putting her out of her misery, Jack. I shudder to think what she would have done if the match went much longer.
Pixi: Um...Annie, you did kind of blow up his silly bus first. I mean, it was a really childish thing and totally needed taking off the road. (she shrugs), But so did your truck. Have you ANY idea how much pollution those things generate?
Annie: I don't know! I never checked the emissions standards for Nevada, but I'm pretty sure that old thing wasn't exactly compliant. Besides, he asked for it when his little flying monkey boy, Rain, beat the brakes off my grandpa. Anyway, I suppose Bishop thinks we're square now. We'll see. I sure wish I was beating the crap outta him instead of having to fight Mr. Jack again.
Moe: So, say dere Annie. What are you using for wheels now?
Pixi: I’ve got a scooter. That’s super economical, but maybe I should trade in for an E-Bike. They’ve got even less emissions, but really, I need to understand the impact of the battery manufacture before I can make a decision. Being Green isn’t as straightforward as it seems, you know. In that way, it kind of is a bit like wrestling; there’s lots of ways to be the best. The obvious answer isn’t always the right one.
Annie: I don't really know. I can't depend on Carson and grandpa to get me around everywhere. I've got some cash put back. Hopefully "act of asshole" is covered by my insurance, otherwise I'll be taking the bus.
Pixi: Ugh. I know I’m totally into being Green, but the buses - they’re just so unreliable. Say, you could get a scooter. They’re pretty cheap and even cheaper to run. Plus it’s just so much kinder to the planet.
Annie: I might have to. We'll see.
Pixi: Okay, well I said I’d buy you drinks, so drink up and enjoy.
Carson: I hope you know what you're getting yourself into buying drinks for that one!
Moe: You never know dere Annie. Some kind hearted soul may come through to help you out.
Ruby: Are you going to be in any shape to wrestle on the next card? Because I plan on coming at you full force, and I fully expect the same in return.
Annie: I'll be fine. Hell, I would have won tonight if you hadn't taken advantage of my kind nature! I'm just kidding. I'll be ready. You better be too, Mr. Jack, or I'll knock you silly. Don't you dare hold back on me, cause I sure as hell won't hold back on you.
Pixi: Uncle Jack? Hold back? No, that’s not going to happen.
Annie: Speaking of not holding back...ehem...ARCHIE!!! I'm gonna need another bottle in about 5 minutes!! Watch me work, folks. You got any AC/DC on that karaoke machine Mr. Jack? Drink up Moe. Let's see if you can keep up with me.
(The scene fades as the party really starts to get going.)