Post by Visit Neom on Apr 15, 2024 23:45:57 GMT -5
Animal Kingdom
Walt Disney World
Marty: Man, look at all those glowing mushrooms. This is so cool. It’s like a lazy river ride through Spencer's Gifts.
(Olivia doesn’t respond. Turning her face away from Marty.)
Marty: Ollie Dolly, I couldn't help but notice you've been a little quiet. Is everything alright? Don’t tell me you drank the water. What if it has Unobtanium?
Olivia: Martin, you know exactly why I'm upset.
(Marty sighs.)
Marty: It's because I gave Tinto a barbed wire baseball bat.
Olivia: You did what!?!?
Marty: Damn it! Never mind I said that! This is because I gave Tinto a barbed wire wrapped chair…right?
Olivia: A chair too!?!
Marty: You didn’t know about that one either? Give me a hint at least or I’m going to be here all day confessing to stuff that happened behind your back. Is it even Tinto related at all?
(Ollie rolls her eyes and shakes her head.)
Olivia: It’s WUK related.
Marty: Oh, you don’t like me going away on those long, oversea trips. I’m trying to drop this strap, bee. I don’t want to spend another second around Florida Man. The problem is that the entire tag division is absolute Tetrapteron shit. I could lay down in the middle of the ring blind folded and The Woke N Coke Express would still find a way to get pinned. I doubt Malmo and Modok will do any better.
Olivia: I don’t care about the travel.
Marty: Then what about that place has you so upset! The fact that Cheez got booked?
Olivia: I don’t want you spending time around Sinclair!
(Marty blinks in confusion.)
Marty: Donzig’s chick!?! She’s just the manager of the other team.
Olivia: Don’t play dumb. I'm sure you had the time of your life rolling around with a red headed goth.
Marty: It was a Disney Vault match! Mr. Blood arranged that, not me! I was fighting for my life and Walt’s honor. Baby, you know I’m not a fan of intergender matches…especially not in Melbourne. I can already picture the angry, early morning facebook messages the big guy is going to write. I promise you, Olivia. I got no joy from wrestling Sinclair.
Olivia: What about the Disney Vault match against Natalie Burrows? You got no joy from that either?
(There is a long pause.)
Marty: How is that one relevant? I was single at the time.
Olivia: I KNEW IT!
Marty: No! I didn’t get joy wrestling Nat! That awful woman was spending all her time slandering my good reputation. So it means nothing to me that she’s some towering goddess with golden hair, cascading down her muscular shoulders like a waterfall or that her toned legs could crush a watermelon.
Olivia: I am going to drown you in this canal if you don’t stop talking.
Marty: Those were platonic battles. Did you even look at the costumes? Captain Phasma. Gaston. Scarlet Witch. Prince Hans. Nobody ships any of those characters. We used to portray Flynn and Rapunzel. Now that’s a classic pairing that weirdos draw online porn of.
Olivia: Give me your phone.
Marty: My phone!?!
Olivia: If you have nothing to hide you'll hand it over.
(Marty hands over his cellphone. Ollie scrolls through it and seems more confused than mad.)
Olivia: It’s just google translate pages.
Marty: I’m trying to learn some Albanian for my match with Gorgo and MoMA.
Olivia: I’m sorry for getting jealous, Marty.
Marty: It’s okay. I'm sorry that I'm the most beautiful man in history and every other woman on the planet is lusting after me. You'll always be the one for me, Olivia. If there every is another intergender vault match, I swear that it will be your gorgeous face that I'm pummeling.
Olivia: I love you, Martini.
(The couple embraces. The camera zooms in on Marty’s cellphone where a webpage is open.)
