Post by orangecassidy on Aug 1, 2020 21:16:04 GMT -5
Coming through the curtain to gorilla we see Orange Cassidy, beaten down and defeated, being helped to the back by several officials. His eyes are glazed, his body is battered and it’s clear to everyone that the lights are on, but nobody’s home. Orange pushes the officials aside after a while and continues down the hallway of the now almost empty backstage area. At the other end of the Hallway are the Best Friends wearing and admiring their new titles...and Horatio Sanz.
Trent Beretta:
What do you want to do tonight to celebrate?
Chuck Taylor:
Nothing too crazy, how about chinese food and Pulp Fiction?
Trent notices Orange mindlessly walking down the hallway, so he hits Chuck in the arm to get him to notice.
Trent Beretta:
I know what I want to do, be a better best friend.
With that Chuck nods, they both take off their titles and hand them to Horatio Sanz.
Chuck Taylor:
If I see those touch the floor at any point I will shoot you on site.
The Best Friends walk to meet their best friend, stopping in front of him and standing next to each other.
Trent Beretta:
Hey buddy…
Chuck Taylor:
You ok?
Orange stands in front of his friends, a shell of a human being. He leans forwards and melts in between the shoulders of his friends, as if he had no life in him. Chuck and Trent look at each other like “What do we do in this situation?”, so they each start patting his back reassuringly.
Chuck Taylor:
I know that the company paid for the hotel rooms, but we can make the drive home tonight if you want, sleep in your own bed, sound good?
OC uses the little energy he has to push himself off his friends.
Orange Cassidy:
I’ll be ok, I’m gonna take a shower.
Orange turns and walks towards the locker room, leaving the best friends with a look of concern on their face.
Cut to Orange sitting holding his knees on the floor of the locker room shower , the steam conveniently cutting off sight of him below the waist. The water is falling on his head.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
I wasted another opportunity.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
Every chance I get to make it big I fuck it up.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
You suck.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
You're worthless.
Fire Ant:
You're weak.
Orange straightens out and his eyes go wide.
Fire Ant:
So you think you're stronger than me, huh? Well not for nothing, but I would have won that match.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
Why did you come back?
Fire Ant:
I didn’t “come back”, I’ve been here the whole time. How do you think you’ve been doing so well? But not that well obviously, you did blow the biggest opportunity of your career.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
I know.
Fire Ant:
Like you did the Provincial title match.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
I know.
Fire Ant:
And that big one on one match with the Raging Dead.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
I get your point.
Fire Ant:
You think you’d learn after losing a big opportunity for the second time, but what happened? You let your feelings for Priscilla get in the way. You checked on her during the match, you showed her mercy by leaving her for last and how did she repay you? By jamming her boot in your face and eliminating you from the match. She really cares about you huh? Enough to throw away your shot at the title?
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
You don’t know her like I do…
Fire Ant:
Of course I do! I am you, I’ve seen everything and to me it looks like you’re just becoming one of her little lackeys.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
You and I are not the same.
Fire Ant:
I am literally in your head, so yes we are the same whether you like it or not. We gotta get you back on track, what do you say about putting the old mask back on?
Orange Cassidy stands up, turns off the shower, grabs a towel and wraps it around himself.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
That’s enough, stop talking to me.
Fire Ant:
Yeah, that’s not really your call chief.
Orange walks out of the shower area, heading into the locker room. He is greeted by the sight of his best friends asleep while sitting up in folding chairs. Trent stirs awake when he walks into the room and smacks Chuck on the chest, waking him up too.
Trent Beretta:
Hey man, Horatio is in the car, you ready to ride home?
Orange Cassidy:
Nah, we can stay in the hotel tonight, I’ll be ok. Let’s order chinese food and watch a movie. Pulp Fiction sound good?
Chuck’s face lights up like a christmas tree as he pumps his fist in the air. Orange throws a shirt on as we see Trent begin to collect their things to leave.
Cut to the inside of a hotel room. Horatio Sanz is sleeping in a chair in the corner, Chuck is sitting on a bed next to Trent, reciting the lines of Pulp Fiction under his breath. Trent is munching on some dumplings and Orange is sitting in the next bed holding one of those takeout boxes which is full of lo mein and has a pair of chopsticks sticking out of it. Suddenly his phone, which is sitting next to him on the bed, buzzes. He looks down and sees “ New Message: Priscilla”.
Fire Ant:
Oh look, the call of the Siren. She’ll probably use you for her own personal gain again.
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
Shut up.
Orange picks up the phone and opens the message.
“Hey, how about a drink tomorrow?”
Fire Ant:
This is good, show up and smack the taste out of her mouth for wronging you.
Orange shakes his head as he types out a reply.
“Sounds good.”
Fire Ant:
Why don’t you just suck her dick before she kicks you in the head again?
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
Then how would you reply?
Fire Ant:
Oh I wouldn’t reply at all and jump her the next time I saw her.
He deletes what he’s typed and replies differently.
“Sure”
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
How about this?
Fire Ant:
Still too positive for the person who cost you the biggest opportunity of your career. Aren’t you upset?
Orange Cassidy's Internal Monologue:
Yes and no, not really at her but more at the situation.
Fire Ant:
The situation she caused?
Orange deletes the word, writes a new one and hits send.
“Fine”
Fire Ant:
I guess that's alright, you’re just setting yourself up for failure, but that’s nothing new for you is it?
Orange sighs as he drops his phone back onto the bed.
Chuck Taylor:
You alright man?
Orange turns to him and gives him a limp thumbs up before slowly lifting the chopsticks and some lo mein into his mouth.
END