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Sam goes back...; and finds drunk a Tier
Topic Started: Feb 24 2005, 09:18 AM (47 Views)
Tiff
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Scene opens on Sam and Kevin sitting on the floor of Sam’s locker room with a TV in front of them. Nothing is showing on the screen yet, but Sam has a tape in hand ready to be watched.

Kevin: So what are we doing with these?

Sam pushes her hair back so that she can see Kevin from her leaning toward the VCR position, when she does this we can see the fading bruises from her encounter with Tier.

Sam: Watching them.

Kevin shakes his head and sighs.

Kevin: But why are we watching them?

Sam: Because I need to get something on him, something good…something hurtful.

Kevin: You have a match this week you know?

Sam: Yes, I know that.

Kevin: Shouldn’t you be in the gym then? Training?

Sam sighs and rolls her eyes.

Sam: I’m not going back there until I have something on him.

Kevin: And what if you don’t find anything? You going to just not go and lose your match because of it? Let it go Sammy, I don’t think you’re going to win this one.

Sam ignores Kevin’s last remarks and shoves the tape in the VCR, turns on the TV and hits the play button. The screen comes to life, we see people moving at a really fast pace as Sam is using the fast forward, it appears to be a Halloween party.

Kevin: What the hell is this?

Sam: Just watch it and shush.

Kevin: Fine.

Only the whirr of the VCR can be heard as the people on the screen run around. When Tier appears inside a suit of armor she stops for a second but then goes back to fast forward as he didn’t really say much of anything, just looked uncomfortable and mentioned he couldn’t see. She finally finds Tier again, this time seated at the bar, drunk off his ass…

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The party still raging on around them, Tier and Wiggum sit at the bar, on opposite ends, neither man really noticing the other there. Wiggum drowns his sorrows, but we're unsure of Tier's excuse. It's clear, however, as he's had far too much. The bartender seems a little reluctant to serve him further.

Tier: Now look, man... I don't wannana be here. Nadja juz... dragged me here. Y'unnerstan'? She was all *horribly trying to imitate Nadia's voice and accent* "Oive goot this great plan" ... oh, no, f'uck, that's scottish...

Tier stops and holds his head, trying to think of how to do a Russian accent. The bartender starts to sidestep slowly away, but Tier snaps back up and grabs him by the shirt.

Tier: Hey! Yer not goin' anywhere till I've had another drink. Fuckin'... just gimmie the bottle. Yeah, that one, the absinthe.

Bartender: Uh... Tier? That's soda water...

Tier: Well, fuckin'... why d'ya keep it in a green bottle!?

Tier scoffs, disgusted.

Tier: Just gimmie the fuckin' vodka. I came here with a Russian, I might as well be full of a Russian...

The bartender eyes Tier, fearing his drunk logic, and hands him a bottle of vodka.

Bartender: You sure you wanna drink that straight?

Tier: HEY! I don't tell you how to run your job! Now go take care of that sad sack of monster guts at the end of the bar! He's all... *waves his hand in Wiggum's direction* ... sad!

Tier nods, deciding what he said made perfect sense.

Bartender: He's... fine... I just gave him his--

Tier: Wottse drinkin'? Gimmie the bottle you fffff!

Fffff is apparently some kind of insult in the drunken world Tier comes from, and a bloody good one at that, since he laughs once, sharply, after saying it. The bartender reluctantly hands Tier the bottle of JD, and Tier stands up, leaning against the bar and judging his abilty to stand. Once satisfied, he lurches to the other end of the bar, and plops down next to Wiggum, who looks up at him curiously.

Tier: Hey, Frank. What's got you down?

Wiggum: Are you serious?

Tier: F'uckin' A! 'Course I'm serious! Ain'tchever seen me on TV? I fuckin'... beat people! With chairs! And all sortsa other sh'it. Bust up cameras. It's a party, I tell ya.

Wiggum looks rather perturbed at Tier's behavior.

Wiggum: You don't recognize me... do you?

Tier gets uncomfortably close to Wiggum's face, allowing Wiggs to absorb the bouquet of liquor-related aromas that seems from Tier's mouth. Tier squints at him, blinks, and shakes his head.

Tier: Still looks like Frankenstien to me, man. Or Herman Munster, maybe. Izzat it?

Wiggum: Uh... no. You're right... Frankenstein.

Tier: Y'know... *Tier gets close to Wiggum's ear and begins whispering* Frankenstein isn't actually Frankenstein. Frankenstein was the GUY... the MONSTER didn't HAVE a name.

Tier leans back winking and nodding at Wiggum. Wiggum just stares at him in disbelief, shaking his head.

Tier: Anyway, enough about all that. *reaches over and puts an arm over Wiggum's shoulders* You gotta tell, me, man, what's the problem?

Wiggum sighs, thinking of Kennedy, and the letter... he shakes his head.

Wiggum: Nothing. I'm just a little down, that's all.

Tier: Aw, is it 'cuz yer not at the pay per view? Hell, I'll tell ya, man, it's not all it's cracked up to be. Fuckin'... sure there's some good matches, and ya get all the exposure an' stuff... and they pay ya better... but other'n all that, it's just the same, really.

Wiggum nods, only half listening to Tier ramble on.

Tier: Ahhhhh!!

Wiggum raises an eyebrow to this.

Tier: I know your deal! *pointing an accusing finger at Wiggum* You got girl troubles, don'tcha!

Wiggum looks at Tier, shaking his head, still in disbelief that Tier doesn't recognize him. He sighs deeply.

Wiggum: You... could say that.

Tier: I knew it! Whoizshe? Anyone I know?

Wiggum looks at Tier, blinking at his earnest-looking face.

Wiggum: Kennedy.

Tier: Kennedy! Fuckin'... Kennedy. Man, I'll tell ya, seems like ev'ryone's after her. Wiggum, Whippet.... Wiggum.

Wiggum shakes his head and sips his drink.

Tier: She's a nice girl, though. I useda watch her n' Wiggum's little melodrama on TV, back when I was a nobody. HA! Hell, I sound all big and mighty. Wish I was a nobody again. Ev'ryone liked me when I wasn't anybody worth anything...

Tier gets a faraway look in his eyes and takes a swig from Wiggum's bottle of JD.

Tier: Then ya... get tricked, and fooled... a lot of promises are made, and they aren't made for the right fuckin' reasons... and of course ya find out waaaaay too late.

Tier pauses to drink, and goes on with his musing.

Tier: Fuckin'... "you can be the GHC!" he said. I was all, "well I don't really care about titles" and he was "but it's the GHC! The most respected title in the FIW!" And I was... I dunno. Guess I kinda felt like Mick Foley that day when he was talkin' to Vince an Vince is like "the mutilator!" and Mick's all "yeah, that's real good".

Tier sniffs, more out of habit than anything, then swigs some more JD.

Tier: Fuckin'... I'm in way too deep... way too deep. I mean, sure, it started with me just chasin' folks around... plastered Bradleygod with a chair, an' hit Jimbo with a potted plant... heh. But then there was Ian... an' there was Mike... an'... man, I jus don't feel like myself anymore, y'know?

Tier looks to Wiggum, who is now genuinely listening.

Tier: Annow, @#%$, I ended 2 Dope's fuckin' career... one of the people I respected the most in this company... 'cuz he gave me a chance. He gave me a chance, y'know that? 'Cuz I wanted a fight, and fuckin'... he delivered. He came out and was all, "yeah, OK, let's do this!" And I... man, I was so green...

Tier chuckles to himself a bit, sipping some more whisky.

Tier: So I ended 2 Dope... and f'uck, at Relentless? I'm gonna end Wiggum. And that makes me feel sad... 'cuz when I get in there... when I get in there, I get in the ring, I get in the zone... I can't control it... it all comes out... all the hatred I felt when my folks up and disowned me... all the bad feelings from all the pain over the years... and all the boos from the crowd... it all comes out. It all comes out. And i just... I just can't stop it, man! I just can't! I'm gonna break him... I'm gonna, freakin'... break his back in two.

Tier sniffles, and starts crying a bit.

Tier: Man, I wish you could understand, man. It's just... Tier finds himself at a loss for words, and just sets the bottle down on the bar. He sighs and buries his face in his hands. Wiggum carefully reaches an arm over and pats him on the shoulder. Tier continues to sob for some time, then looks up, chuckling a bit, wiping his eyes.

Tier: Oh, f'uck... my helmet's aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way over there...


Sam pauses as the scene moves over to some other people she’s not interested in.

Sam: Now that’s something.

Kevin: He was drunk.

Sam: He was also honest, and crying.

Kevin: Do you remember what you did when you were drunk?

Sam makes a confused face.

Sam: I always remember what I do when I’m drunk…Why?

Kevin: You know, he could make fun of you for yelling “present” at Bill’s nose, or falling on your ass, or giving someone who you were not currently dating your underwear.

Sam: He already had the bra!

Kevin: That’s beside the point and you know it.

Sam sighs and turns off the TV.

Sam: So what do you suggest? Giving up? Letting him get away with acting the way he did?

Kevin: You provoked him!

Sam: You sound like everyone else around here, sticking up for him like he’s some kind of fucking God!

Kevin is the one to sigh this time, a loud annoyed sigh.

Kevin: If your serious about getting even with him, or whatever it is you’re trying to do at least do it well.

Sam: What do you think I’m doing here?

Kevin: A bad job. If you want to find out something to hurt him, don’t look at promos because he probably kept most of the hurtful things off the air. You need to talk to someone who knew him rather well.

Sam: But Kailey isn’t around anymore, and neither is that old Mexican guy…

Kevin: Swytch is still around.

Sam: Ohhh…I never would’ve thought of that….

Sam stands up and dusts off her pants, then offers Kevin a hand and helps him get up as well.

Sam: Lets return this video and head to the hotel. I wont be needing to watch anymore of these tonight.

Kevin opens the door and they both go out into the hall, still chattering at each other.

Kevin: Try not to get a speeding ticket this time…

Sam: I swear it’s the car, it likes to speed.

Kevin: Yeah yeah…

Fade.
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