Post by davidberg47 on Jan 18, 2022 12:07:28 GMT -5
The defeated David Berg walks slowly toward his apartment on a warm Fort Lauderdale night. Wearing a pair of black shorts, a simple t-shirt and flip flops, he tries the door but its locked and his key will not work. Puzzled he tries again with no luck.
IT WON’T WORK, a snarky female voices states. Berg turns around to see Alana Stein there, wearing a black business suit with matching heels.
Stein: We are done here, Mr. Berg.
Berg: Done here?
Stein: Done. You lost again. And this time to a German. Do you know what the Germans did to our ancestors, Mr. Berg?
Berg: Of course
Stein: You embarrassed me, yourself, our ancestors and worst of all our country. I have spoken with Management and you have been excommunicated.
Berg: Excuse me.
Stein: Excommunicated, Mr. Berg. You are no longer welcome in Israel. Kids, who once wore your merchandise proudly will no longer. The Gov’t is no longer recognizing you. The rent paid for this apartment will no longer be paid. You Mr. Berg are on your own.
Berg: This is madness.
Stein: Madness you say? Well you remain a citizen of Israel. But you were born here, Mr. Berg, were you not. When your mother was in college in California. You are an American citizen as well and you may stay here and rot for all I or the country of Israel care. Harold Rosenstein and his gym are no longer accessible to you.
Berg: I literally have $2,500 to my name and the wrestling promotion does not pay rookies well. How am I supposed to live? And yes, born here but I lived in Israel my entire life.
Stein: That is a you problem as Americans say. I do feel sorry for you Mr. Berg in a sense. You are an inept competitor with a $100 body and face and a ten cent mind and aptitude. You were supposed to rise to the top and elevate the status of Israel world wide. Instead you embarrassed our great little country. But I am not without mercy, here you go.
(Stein hands Berg an envelope)
Berg: What is this?
Stein: This Mr. Berg is a one way plane ticket to Las Vegas.
Berg: Las Vegas?
Stein: Do I stutter? That is where UPW holds most of its shows does it not? Yet you fly back and forth from Florida on Israeli taxpayer monies. Nope. You’re on your own. Fly there, work there, live there, compete there or don’t. I and our Government no longer care. If you cannot beat some tramp with a clown show then you no longer deserve to be an Israeli.
We Mr. Berg are surrounded by enemies on all fronts, trained to exterminate us. You know that well. We cannot afford to lose. You however seem to make a habit of losing and consistently. That makes you a loser and Israel doesn’t associate with losers.
Berg: Hold on, you expect me to move to Las Vegas, find a place to live and survive on the pittance I make at UPW? What about my military stipend?
Stein: ha ha ha you don’t deserve anything. Do what you will we are done here, Mr. Berg.
(Stein walks away and jumps into an awaiting black car and takes off --- as she does she yells out the window).
Stein: Your flight leaves at 11PM, you have two hours, I suggest you hurry.
(Berg looks at his ticket and it is indeed a coach ticket to Las Vegas and indeed he needs to rush to the Airport. The scene shifts with Berg flying to Vegas. He has a duffel bag with some clothes, $2,500 and a pissed off country looking at him. He tries to close his eyes but he cannot as he isn’t remotely tired. Having just turned 23 on January 10th, Berg feels closer to 53. A lot of weight on his shoulders. At least she didn’t take away my ring attire, Berg thinks to himself and his cell phone remains active. Management has yet to shut it off it seems. He looks at his cell and there is a text message from an unknown number)
Text: See Jacob Edelman at the Golden Nugget Casino
(Berg tries several text messages back but they bounce. Could this night get any more strange. The plane lands in Vegas and the sun is rising. Berg knows this area well of course but now he needs to find a place to live. He knows that first, last and security would take all of his remaining cash. He can afford a crappy motel for a while but this truly is a reprehensible situation.
He steps into a cab and the cabbie asks him where to which Berg says – Golden Nugget. The cab speeds off as Berg slowly nods off.
TBC