Post by adammiller on Nov 5, 2021 11:45:52 GMT -5
(It's midnight and one half of the newly crowned tag team champions Adam Miller has landed in his Hometown. He gets in a taxi and stops by Slamtown before heading home. It's a busy night, he nods at the staff and goes into the back office, drops his bags and puts his title on the desk.
Unknown voice: Ye going to clean that before ye wear it?
(Miller startled as he flicks a light on at the desk. An old grey man sits there, drinking whiskey)
Miller: I thought you were dead?
(The man leans into the light. The old man is none other than Scottish madman Billy Mcburnie)
Billy: Ye canna kill. Whits already dead lad.
(Miller points at his drink)
Miller: You paying for that?
Billy: Ach I'd rather enjoy it first.
Miller: What does that even mean? You see that's why I stopped the drink!
Billy: Aye, but now ye just try and kill yourself doing stupid stunts. I watched ye on Vendetta (points at Millers bandaged arm)
Miller: Don't you have someone else to bother? Where the fuck is Riley?
Billy: He's…..uh missing. My little heart scare got the better of him. Haven't seen him for months. (Leans back on the chair) So how can I be of service?
Miller: Oh no. You ain't working with us. You are to nice Billy, you can't get wrapped in the shit we get up to. You'd need a new heart…...again…..
Billy: (standing up) Ach. Well if I am not medically fit for your group. Why don't I set up shop here? Am sure I can lend a hand to the staff.
Miller: (thinks for a moment) You know, I'm sure that could work. I'll speak to Devin to get Miss Masters to help with some sort of agreement. In the meantime, you're on probation. You start at 7am tomorrow….no drinking on the job!
Billy: (laughs) Yeah OK.
Miller: Seriously….you drink. You are gone.
Billy: Fuck.
(Miller picks up his gear and leaves the room and the scene ends)
Unknown voice: Ye going to clean that before ye wear it?
(Miller startled as he flicks a light on at the desk. An old grey man sits there, drinking whiskey)
Miller: I thought you were dead?
(The man leans into the light. The old man is none other than Scottish madman Billy Mcburnie)
Billy: Ye canna kill. Whits already dead lad.
(Miller points at his drink)
Miller: You paying for that?
Billy: Ach I'd rather enjoy it first.
Miller: What does that even mean? You see that's why I stopped the drink!
Billy: Aye, but now ye just try and kill yourself doing stupid stunts. I watched ye on Vendetta (points at Millers bandaged arm)
Miller: Don't you have someone else to bother? Where the fuck is Riley?
Billy: He's…..uh missing. My little heart scare got the better of him. Haven't seen him for months. (Leans back on the chair) So how can I be of service?
Miller: Oh no. You ain't working with us. You are to nice Billy, you can't get wrapped in the shit we get up to. You'd need a new heart…...again…..
Billy: (standing up) Ach. Well if I am not medically fit for your group. Why don't I set up shop here? Am sure I can lend a hand to the staff.
Miller: (thinks for a moment) You know, I'm sure that could work. I'll speak to Devin to get Miss Masters to help with some sort of agreement. In the meantime, you're on probation. You start at 7am tomorrow….no drinking on the job!
Billy: (laughs) Yeah OK.
Miller: Seriously….you drink. You are gone.
Billy: Fuck.
(Miller picks up his gear and leaves the room and the scene ends)