Post by Deleted on May 14, 2011 12:03:34 GMT -6
“Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.”
Kurt Tucholsky
Kurt Tucholsky
The scene opens up inside a car travelling along a long, winding desert road. Roberto Verona is sat in the driver’s seat, a pair of sunglasses wrapped around his face as he rests one arm on an open window. Hannah is sitting next to him, staring out into the vast wastelands surrounding the highway, an loose white dress clinging to her body in the heat as she fans herself with a rolled up gossip magazine whilst counting the cacti in silence. Breaking her silence, Hannah turns towards Roberto.
Hannah : Are we the….
Roberto suddenly interrupts her.
Roberto Verona : I swear to God if you ask if we are there yet again I will stop the car and leave you to hitchhike the rest of the way.
Hannah : But we have been driving for hours! Aren’t we even close yet?
Roberto Verona : No. And complaining about it won’t make the trip go by any quicker.
Hannah : Well I can’t help it Roberto, if you let me drive then perhaps I wouldn’t be so bored.
Roberto Verona : Perhaps if you could drive I’d get some peace and quiet.
Roberto laughs as Hannah begins to pout in defiance, crossing her arms melodramatically.
Hannah : I can drive…
Hannah mutters, looking down at the floor.
Roberto Verona : Of course you can, that is why you have made more insurance claims than I have had dinners.
Hannah : Hey! At least half of those weren’t my faul, if people put their cars where they shouldn’t what do they expect!
Hannah declares defiantly, a hint of defeat in her voice.
Roberto Verona : You are not driving the car, give it up.
Hannah : Whatever.
Roberto Verona : No need to get moody young lady, the ride will only drag on longer if your all hot and bothered.
Hannah : Spose.
Roberto Verona : Spose? How did you get a law degree again?
Hannah : Not in any way you might try an insinuate!
Roberto rolls his eyes as he changes gears to overtake the car in front of him
Roberto Verona : Your no fun today.
Hannah : Sharing a confined space with you for a prolonged length of period does that to a girl.
Roberto Verona : Meow, feisty. That’s more like it.
Hannah turns and sticks out her tongue mockingly before unfurling her tightly cross arms, pushing herself upright in the seat before making herself more comfortable.
Hannah : So, how are you feeling this week? You done brooding?
Roberto Verona : I am fine, in fact I am more than fine, I am fantastic. Sure, getting struck by a Knites of Round wasn’t the highlight of my weekend the blow was softened when I re-watched Todd taking a bang through the ropes. He should thank me, it is the most action he has had in weeks.
Hannah : I am glad to hear it, you aren’t much fun to be around when you’re a miserable git.
Roberto chuckles, nodding his head in agreement
Roberto Verona : I know, but I think I finally realised, I am treading off my path. I have been too focused on not losing at all costs that I lost sight of my revolution and why I started it. I finally see that I need to get back on course and I did it all without that leech Cesare’s input.
Hannah falls silent, a look of guilt upon her face, and quickly changes the subject.
Hannah : That’s more like it! Anyway, you have nothing to worry about; there isn’t a chance in hell Trent Helms is going to pull off a victory this week.
Roberto Verona : True, Trent has more of a chance of winning the lottery than he does of walking out of Collision of his own accord. Not that the stupid Canuck will accept that, he’ll throw himself right into the fire.
Hannah : Just watch your back Roberto, I am sure Todd will be out for revenge this week, especially if you’re taking it easy stomping Helms’ head in. He may be stupid, but he’s not so stupid he won’t be at least planning something.
Roberto Verona : Let him try, I aren’t worried about anything that simpleton has planned. The guy can’t even string three words together. Look, why don’t we forget about nCw for a bit, I don’t want to get a hernia from all the laughing.
Hannah : So what do your propose?
Without uttering a word, Roberto leans forward and turns his CD player on and the opening chords of “Bat Out of Hell” begin to play as Hannah shakes her head laughing whilst Roberto begins to sing along.
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Let’s make one thing perfectly clear here. Roberto Verona is not, and never will be, a tool for Steve Awesome’s perverted little pursuits with his latest little play thing. Frankly, I couldn’t give a rats ass if you two want to beat each other into a coma diving off the next biggest structure you morons can find, the way I see it you’ll be doing us all a favour by splattering your over rated carcases across whatever sidewalk you both land on. If you two want to kill one another that is more than fine by me; hell watching you two spread each other brains across a fast food outlet is brilliant entertainment. It is sweet of Steve to call upon the Young Guns to do his dirty work, but forgive me for not having a huge amount of enthusiasm towards the idea that I am doing the man who is chasing after one half of the Tartlet’s Champions a favour. I suppose I can give you some credit for causing Todd Williams gradual sex change the more whipped he gets as he crawls after that Hollywood Z-Lister, but considering I am not on heat like the majority of the female roster, it will take more than a six pack and cocky grin to sway my opinion of you.
That isn’t, however, to say I aren’t looking forward to this weekend though, Trent. You cannot pass up the chance of a lifetime just because it has been orchestrated by an egomaniacal pretty boy with a dire taste in women. This weekend I get the opportunity to not only enjoy attending a good old fashioned team building exercise but I also get to beat the living daylights out of a nCw legend in a match where frankly, the result hardly matters. Not that it means I won’t enjoy picking up the victory against you Trent, because sending home your legions of adoring brain dead halfwits feeling even more pathetic will always be enjoyable.
However, what is truly important this weekend is that I get to beat you to within an inch of your life, not for Steve Awesome, hell not even for the Young Guns, but for myself. Whether you like me or not Trent is irrelevant, if you even respect me is even less so, but I haven’t entered nCw to be some lower card nobody jobbing my way to irrelevance, I will leave those accolades to the likes of Demetrious Young. I came here with a purpose, one that perhaps I have lost sight of in recent weeks as frustration took over, but I can see clearly now and my goals haven’t changed, in fact they have only been strengthened in the face of adversity. I am here to knock pampered prima donnas like you off your perch and getting the opportunity to give you a beating you will not forget any time soon is something I look forward to.
That is, of course, if you can drag yourself away from Venom for more than a few minutes, as good as he may well be, to focus on the other three people in the ring with you. If you really think you have got nothing else to worry about, then you’re a bigger fool than I thought Helms, although to be brutally honest I am sure that deep down you are well aware that no matter which one of us is in that ring with you at any one time, you will have to take us seriously. Not that you like to give the impression you take anything seriously though, right Trent? You can come out with all the whimsical little puns, jibes and catchphrases you like about me Trent, but the only thing me and Corona Lights have in common is the fact that I will leave you ****ting blood and sucking your meals through a straw. You can underestimate me if you like Trent, hell you can even get a few more cheap laughs at my expense, but it will be your own fault when I shove your words back down your throat and rest assured it will be me that has the last laugh at Collision. So swagger on down with all the bravado and pomp you like Helms, but it will only end up being your undoing. Good luck out there Trent, but not even luck can save you from the beating you’re going to take.
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The scene re-opens at a gas station, the car Roberto was driving is parked next to a pump as we see Roberto and Hannah both step out of the vehicle before closing the door. Hannah begins to walk around towards Roberto as he removes the petrol cap and turns toward the pump but Hannah rushes in to grab it before him.
Roberto Verona : Seriously? You are that desperate to get your hands on my hose?
Hannah : Oh ha ha, I bow to your amazing wit. Come on at least let me fill her up, I won’t touch anything I promise.
Shaking his head Roberto leans back and remove the keys from the petrol cap, waving them in Hannah’s face playfully.
Roberto Verona : Let’s just call these insurance.
Hannah : If you’re going to be immature, can you at least grab me else to eat whilst we are here, I am wasting away.
Roberto Verona : There is barely any of you to waste away. Right, just fill her up and wait here, try not to get kidnapped or pick up any hitchhikers whilst I am gone.
Shaking her head, Hannah turns away and places the pump into the car, turning to watch as the numbers roll progressively quicker. Roberto makes his way inside the dusty service station, pushing the door open before looking around inside. Spotting a rack of chips and candy he walks over and grabs a few bags at random before walking up the middle aisle towards the cashier, an old man in a pair of dungarees and a baseball cap sporting a unkempt greying beard. He looks up at Roberto, who is dressed in a smart Italian suit, minus the jacket, and squints disapprovingly.
Roberto Verona : How much for these?
Cashier : You’re that Italian faggot from the television aren’t you?
Roberto Verona : Oh excellent, the inbred simpleton whips out the homophobic remarks.
Cashier : I don’t like your type, coming over here…
Roberto Verona : And doing what precisely? Resisting the urge to sleep with my sister? Listen Billy Bob I frankly couldn’t care less about your xenophobic musings, just run up the bill and let me get out of this ****hole.
The man stares at Roberto with a look of utter contempt, mumbling something beneath his breath as Roberto grows more and more impatient, looking at his watch mockingly. Suddenly Roberto reaches into his pocket and pulls out a hundred dollar bill and places it on the counter, pushing it towards the man.
Roberto Verona : Here, just take this, you can keep the change. Maybe you could get yourself a shave champ?
Picking up the bags Roberto turns around and walks out of the shop, leaving under a torrent of abuse from the irate cashier who slams the money into the till, standing up off of his chair and shouting after him. Ignoring him Roberto exits the building and walks towards Hannah who is sat on the hood of the car.
Hannah : I see you made another friend.
Roberto Verona : Some people don’t like to hear the truth. Besides, you know me I am a people person….
Hannah : Yeah and I am the Queen Mother, can we get going before he goes and gets a shotgun and rounds of a posse?
Hannah declares mockingly, making a shotgun motion with her hands.
Roberto Verona : Good God yes, let’s get out of this crap hole. We have a long ride to Florida, I wouldn’t want to be late to the Trent Helm’s massacre.
Picking the keys from his pocket Roberto unlocks the car and the pair get in, Roberto throwing the snacks across to Hannah as his turns on the engine and begins to pull away, driving gradually out of shot.
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Roberto Verona : As for you Todd, your continued metamorphosis into a human jellyfish is quite staggering, you really ought to get checked out by a physician because lacking a spine is a pretty serious problem. Only days ago you and me could have had a victory over the most dominant tag team in nCw, despite hating each other’s guts and you let your stupid morals get in the way. I had Adam Knite right where I wanted him and you had to waltz across the ring like the clown you are and break up the pin. Do you understand the meaning of a tag team match Todd? You are meant to try and win with your partner, not prevent them from securing a victory. Luckily for the both of us there will not be a next time, but if you have any illusions about beating me Williams maybe you would like to have a look at the rulebook to refresh your knowledge? Either way, if your asinine arseclownery ever costs me a match again rest assured I will promptly re-educate you.
As for your pathetic showing with your wife, how many times do you want to let that women tear your heart out? I can’t believe I have to spell this out to you Todd but the woman has absolutely no respect for you whatsoever and even worse she is perfectly happy to emotionally cripple the father of her child, leaving him to slowly fade away right in front of her daughter’s eyes. That isn’t just being a bitch, that is being a terrible mother. What kind of woman does that? Worse still, you seem to want to be with a woman who is capable of all this. A woman who is just a cock tease who is flaunting her wares to Steve Awesome, even if you win that battle Todd I guarantee that she will be running off to the next guy in line before long. If you really do want to spend all your time chasing after a dream that is nothing but a fairy tale Todd, be my guest, but when you wake up I can guarantee you now that you will not have your wife, you will not have your belt and you damn sure will not have any semblance of self-respect.
You want to blame me and Trish for blaming your car crash romantic moment? Frankly your grasping at straws now Todd, I aren’t the reason you can’t tell that tart you love her, as though that alone will be enough to mend everything that has transpired. No, the real reason that you can’t tell her Todd is because deep down in that pitiful brain you really aren’t sure if you do or not. All this bravado about attacking your wife is something you just do not do, it is all mindless chatter. Why are your protecting a woman who has nothing in her black heart but utter contempt for you? If Trish wants to put her in hospital, that is her business and frankly if Crystal wants to run her mouth she can live with consequences of her actions. The Young Guns aren’t to blame for you ending up feeling like a total jackass on that hospital ward, you are. You let Crystal do whatever she wants, to hell with who she hurts, and you have done nothing to stop Steve Awesome. All of your personal issues are entirely down to you Todd and your complete lack of testicles. If you want them to stop, how about you grow a pair and start acting like a man?
So play your games, ignore the obvious, neglect to respond to my challenge like a man and continue to just exist. When you are ready to be a man, let me know, because breaking an emotional cripple at A Night To Remember will feel a damn sight less rewarding. Ciao for now Todd, keep my belt warm…