Post by nick on Nov 28, 2021 9:00:03 GMT -5
(Backstage after the show and Wicked are making their way out when Mia Garcia bravely steps in, mic in hand and cameraman in tow.)
Mia: Hey Guys, what a night for you. There seems to be a really strange dynamic between you and the Robinsons. On the one hand you helped them, on the other they attacked you. Care to explain?
Vile: It’s business.
Vicious: Yeah, we are always open for business. We may not LIKE you, but that doesn’t mean we won’t take your money.
Mia: So, you’re saying that you helping the Robinsons earlier was simply ‘business’.
Vile: Nothing much gets past you, does it? Come on, Garcia; wake the fuck up! Why else would we help those useless, inbred, talentless wasters?
Mia: But - if they wanted help -any help – they wouldn’t come to you. Not after what you did to Jett. That makes no sense at all.
Vicious: Of course it makes sense. They’ve seen FIRST HAND what we do. Of course they want that on their side. They KNEW they couldn’t cut it without some WICKED help.
Vile: And they they stupidly decided that some measure of revenge was necessary. (She slowly shakes her head.) Dumb, dumb, fucking dumb.
Mia: So – now weapons where the fans get to choose what you fight with.
Vicious: Yeah, and it’s really NOT a problem. Look what we did to Rated M. That’s with just TWO weapons. Give us more, we’ll deliver more: a LOT more.
Vile: Jett thinks he’s experienced pain? Yeah ‘thinks’. We’ll happily introduce him into a whole new world of hurt and as for Fatty, well, his capacity to defend that shiny, new belt is going to be SERIOUSLY undermined.
Vicious: possibly TERMINALLY.
Mia: Terminally? You’re not saying -
Vicious: If he’s too fucking STUPID not to know when to get the hell out of the ring – that’s on HIM.
Vile: And don’t think we’ve forgotten about poor, little Junior. Oh no. See, we have OUR third member right here and he’ll be ready to ‘look after’ Junior. No problem. (Vile gently strokes Pazuzu’s massive head. The dog’s evil eyes never leave Mia’s throat. Mia takes half a step back.)
Vicious: Interview’s over. I got faces to crush and people to weep.
(Wicked push past with ease, but Vile pauses and points at Mia.)
Vile: Paz! - (she smiles wickedly, lowers her arm and simply adds..) Come.
(The scene fades with Wicked exiting out the rear door.)
Mia: Hey Guys, what a night for you. There seems to be a really strange dynamic between you and the Robinsons. On the one hand you helped them, on the other they attacked you. Care to explain?
Vile: It’s business.
Vicious: Yeah, we are always open for business. We may not LIKE you, but that doesn’t mean we won’t take your money.
Mia: So, you’re saying that you helping the Robinsons earlier was simply ‘business’.
Vile: Nothing much gets past you, does it? Come on, Garcia; wake the fuck up! Why else would we help those useless, inbred, talentless wasters?
Mia: But - if they wanted help -any help – they wouldn’t come to you. Not after what you did to Jett. That makes no sense at all.
Vicious: Of course it makes sense. They’ve seen FIRST HAND what we do. Of course they want that on their side. They KNEW they couldn’t cut it without some WICKED help.
Vile: And they they stupidly decided that some measure of revenge was necessary. (She slowly shakes her head.) Dumb, dumb, fucking dumb.
Mia: So – now weapons where the fans get to choose what you fight with.
Vicious: Yeah, and it’s really NOT a problem. Look what we did to Rated M. That’s with just TWO weapons. Give us more, we’ll deliver more: a LOT more.
Vile: Jett thinks he’s experienced pain? Yeah ‘thinks’. We’ll happily introduce him into a whole new world of hurt and as for Fatty, well, his capacity to defend that shiny, new belt is going to be SERIOUSLY undermined.
Vicious: possibly TERMINALLY.
Mia: Terminally? You’re not saying -
Vicious: If he’s too fucking STUPID not to know when to get the hell out of the ring – that’s on HIM.
Vile: And don’t think we’ve forgotten about poor, little Junior. Oh no. See, we have OUR third member right here and he’ll be ready to ‘look after’ Junior. No problem. (Vile gently strokes Pazuzu’s massive head. The dog’s evil eyes never leave Mia’s throat. Mia takes half a step back.)
Vicious: Interview’s over. I got faces to crush and people to weep.
(Wicked push past with ease, but Vile pauses and points at Mia.)
Vile: Paz! - (she smiles wickedly, lowers her arm and simply adds..) Come.
(The scene fades with Wicked exiting out the rear door.)