Post by Trent? on Aug 17, 2020 22:00:35 GMT -5
The following takes place after The Telly
Trent and Chuck burst into their hotel room dripping water, exhausted. Trent scrambles to his bed while Chuck puts all the deadbolts on and leans his back against the door.
Chuck
(Panting)
Do you think they followed us?
Trent
(face down on the bed with his head buried in a pillow)
for the last time, there was nobody following us.
Chuck
Are you sure?
Trent
(Lifting his head out of the pillow)
WE'RE FINE
Chuck slinks off the door and over to the bed next to Trent. He sits on the edge and lays back with his feet still on the floor.
Chuck
Well what are we going to do? It's still early and I want to get my drink on, but we can't go down toe the bar with everybody else because we might be spotted and Horatio spilled all the beer at the pool
Trent rolls over to the edge of the bed, he slowly flops off bed onto the floor and begins digging under the bed.
Trent
I got just the thing. Earlier while everybody was mingling about I did a little bit of shopping.
Trent rolls out from under the bed grasping multiple plastic bags. He jumps to his feet and dangles them around as objects clink inside. Chuck jumps from his bed to the next laying just in front of Trent, who turns the backs around and dumps them out as an endless stream of tiny liquor bottles fall out. After emptying the last bag Chuck starts to roll around in them making white trash snow angels. He grabs one at random, pops it open, and chugs it down.
Chuck
You know
(wiping the loose drops off his mouth)
This is cool and all, but drinking is more fun when there are others around.
Trent
I agree
Trent walks over the front door, he unlocks all the deadbolts and pokes his head through the crack like Jack Nicholson in the shining.
Trent
(Yelling)
FREE BOOZE. ROOM NUMBER 254. BRING YOUR OWN BARF BAG
Chuck squeezes Trent out of the way and pokes his head through the door
Chuck
NO YOU CAN'T USE OUR BATHROOM
Trent closes the door leaving it unlocked and returns back to the bed of drinks.
Trent
We need like a table, or bar or something.
Chuck
(From him the bathroom)
Way ahead of you!
Trent a loud crash is heard from the bathroom, followed by metal dragging on linoleum. Chuck walks out holding the shower door over his head, he brings it over to the two beds and places it on top creating a makeshift bar.
Chuck
There you go, there is your bar.
Trent
My bar? You're the one that tore the shower down and wants to "get his drink on"
Chuck
Too late, I'm already too drunk!
Chuck rips the top off another bottle and takes it all down. As he tosses the bottle a knock is heard at the door. Chuck jumps up and runs over, leaving Trent behind their "bar". Chuck swings the door open and several people barge in, none of them recognizable, all of them generic very tall white blonde people. Chuck hurries back to his spot and sits next to the bar bed with his legs crossed, as Trent is on his knees behind the bar and begins passing out tiny drinks. Trent tries to start a conversation with a man in front of him, but he stares at him blankly. Outside the door the sound of booming techno music is heard, it slowly gets louder and louder. The door is booted open, a tall slender man in a leather jacket and straight blonde hair walks in with an out of date boom box on his shoulder blasting german house music. The man slowly lowers his glasses as a single ear ring dangles back and forth.
Alex Wright
Did yü order däs wunderkind?
Alex Wright turns off the boom box and makes his way over to the bar, he sits across from Trent, who hands him a bottle. Trent is trying to talk to the first man who is still looking at him blankly.
Trent
(To Alex)
Hey Dos Wonderbread can you ask these guys who they are?
Alex turns to the man and they speak in their native tongue.
Alex Wright
He say's their in town for the University Volleyball championship. They're the parents and need to unwind after being trapped with their kin all day.
Chuck throws another drink down and slides between Alex and the stranger
Chuck
(Slurring his speech, to Alex)
Wait, so Volleyball?
(To the stranger)
You mean like, tight shorts, running up and down the court? Bending and jumping to hit balls?
Alex and the stranger talk to confirm the question.
Alex
Das the very same!
Chuck
TRENT! You know what this means?
Trent
Yes Dustin, I heard them, but I don't think a bunch of college kids is what we need in our room right now. Maybe we shouldn't be doing this? Shouldn't we be taking this time to research our opponents.
Chuck
Opponents? What do you mean?
Trent
You know, for our tag titles?
Chuck just blankly stares at Trent
Trent
We have a match....against another tag team...for our tag titles. Do you not watch the show?
Chuck
Who are we facing?
Trent
Fuck if I know, I don't watch the show.
The stranger says something in, Alex Wright leans his ear over to hear it again.
Alex Wright
Avulsion
Trent
Evolution? I don't think I'm ready to face Batista, but I can definitely kick the shit out of Ric Flair.
Chuck
No, he said Ovulation. I know OC likes Priscilla but to talk about her ovulation schedule is a little too soon if you ask me, and I'm sure as hell not going to fight her while she's ovulating, she already scares me.
Alex Wright
A-VUL-SION. Avulsion. It's the two Scheiße Fett's that follow that Rot Schlampe Priscilla around
Trent and Chuck both give out an "oooh"
Trent
I think we're fine then. I mean what can Baldo and Boulder do to us?
Chuck
Kill us?
Alex Wright
Break your limbs?
The stranger whispers something in Alex's ear. Alex gasps
Alex Wright
You dirty dirty old man! That hasn't been legal since before the wall came down! Shame! Shame you!
The door slowly rolls open as Horatio walks in soaking wet and shirtless
Horatio
Evening everybody
Everybody
HORATIO!
Horatio waddles in, he sits down next to Alex Wright, opposite side of Chuck and the stranger. Trent is wiping the glass bar down with a crusty rag he found.
Trent
Want a drink Mr. Sanz?
Horatio
Does Priscilla Kelly and co smell like dead fish?
Chuck slides a bottle over to Horatio, who takes it and starts drinking.
Trent
Damn, Horatio, you're soaked. You also got a nasty rash around you, from like a tube or something.
Horatio
Yeah gee, I wonder why?
Chuck
I mean, I don't know that's why he's asking
Chuck gives a "this guy" look at Horatio to the stranger and Alex Wright.
Horatio
(letting out a huff)
Do you guys have a shirt or anything I can borrow? Somebody stole all my clothes and raided the mini fridge in my room.
Trent
Actually, since you mention it
(Chuck digs around the drawers around you)
I've been meaning to give this to you. You've been really good to us. We've been talking and we want to give you something as a token of appreciation.
Chuck
Yeah, you've always been there for us when we needed it. You've been a real...a real...what's the word?
Horatio
(eyes beaming)
friend?
Chuck
No, that's not it.
Trent
Here just take the shirt
Trent tosses Horatio a black shirt that's a size too small. On the front it reads in big letters.
F: Friends
A: Associate
T: Teamster
Horatio squeezes into the shirt still beaming ear to ear. He jumps up
Horatio
I gotta tell my mom, she'll never believe this!
Horatio scurries away, as the door knocks.
Trent
It's open!
They knock again
Trent
It's open, jeez!
Chuck
(standing up)
Maybe it's our....volleyball players.
Chuck licks his hands, and combs his hair. He stands at the door and grabs the handle.
Chuck
Well hellooo-
He cracks the door open and is greeted by DDP's big barrel chest.
DDP
Expecting somebody else?
Chuck
I, uh.. I. Hey...Dallas is it? I mean I'm guessing because we've never met before.
Chuck tries to slip away but DDP grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. Trent jumps from behind the bar and runs over, but DDP grabs him by the other arm. Alex Wright stands up and marches over, gets in DDP's face who headbutts him. He let's out a yelp and leaves the room giving a "sorry guys" to the Best Friends.
DDP
No, you're not running this time. I am sick and tired of you two.
Before he could do anything the door is burst open with several very tall blonde women in tight spandex shorts, some of them carrying volleyballs, they mow past DDP causing him to release his grasp from the Best Friends, and head to the bar to scarf down the remaining drinks. Trent and Chuck scramble to their feet and out the door, they run down the hall. Chuck stops in his tracks and starts to go back.
Trent
Where are you going?
Chuck
Back to the room!
Trent
Why?
Chuck stops and starts flailing his arms around and stomping in a fit.
Chuck
But Trent..VOLLEYBALL
Trent
This isn't the time!
Chuck stands there with his arms crossed.
Trent
I promise, if you come with me right now, I'll take you to a game as soon as we can okay?
Chuck
Beach volleyball? On a hot summer day?
Trent
Yes! Now go!
Chuck returns to Trent giggling as the two run off.
Trent and Chuck burst into their hotel room dripping water, exhausted. Trent scrambles to his bed while Chuck puts all the deadbolts on and leans his back against the door.
Chuck
(Panting)
Do you think they followed us?
Trent
(face down on the bed with his head buried in a pillow)
for the last time, there was nobody following us.
Chuck
Are you sure?
Trent
(Lifting his head out of the pillow)
WE'RE FINE
Chuck slinks off the door and over to the bed next to Trent. He sits on the edge and lays back with his feet still on the floor.
Chuck
Well what are we going to do? It's still early and I want to get my drink on, but we can't go down toe the bar with everybody else because we might be spotted and Horatio spilled all the beer at the pool
Trent rolls over to the edge of the bed, he slowly flops off bed onto the floor and begins digging under the bed.
Trent
I got just the thing. Earlier while everybody was mingling about I did a little bit of shopping.
Trent rolls out from under the bed grasping multiple plastic bags. He jumps to his feet and dangles them around as objects clink inside. Chuck jumps from his bed to the next laying just in front of Trent, who turns the backs around and dumps them out as an endless stream of tiny liquor bottles fall out. After emptying the last bag Chuck starts to roll around in them making white trash snow angels. He grabs one at random, pops it open, and chugs it down.
Chuck
You know
(wiping the loose drops off his mouth)
This is cool and all, but drinking is more fun when there are others around.
Trent
I agree
Trent walks over the front door, he unlocks all the deadbolts and pokes his head through the crack like Jack Nicholson in the shining.
Trent
(Yelling)
FREE BOOZE. ROOM NUMBER 254. BRING YOUR OWN BARF BAG
Chuck squeezes Trent out of the way and pokes his head through the door
Chuck
NO YOU CAN'T USE OUR BATHROOM
Trent closes the door leaving it unlocked and returns back to the bed of drinks.
Trent
We need like a table, or bar or something.
Chuck
(From him the bathroom)
Way ahead of you!
Trent a loud crash is heard from the bathroom, followed by metal dragging on linoleum. Chuck walks out holding the shower door over his head, he brings it over to the two beds and places it on top creating a makeshift bar.
Chuck
There you go, there is your bar.
Trent
My bar? You're the one that tore the shower down and wants to "get his drink on"
Chuck
Too late, I'm already too drunk!
Chuck rips the top off another bottle and takes it all down. As he tosses the bottle a knock is heard at the door. Chuck jumps up and runs over, leaving Trent behind their "bar". Chuck swings the door open and several people barge in, none of them recognizable, all of them generic very tall white blonde people. Chuck hurries back to his spot and sits next to the bar bed with his legs crossed, as Trent is on his knees behind the bar and begins passing out tiny drinks. Trent tries to start a conversation with a man in front of him, but he stares at him blankly. Outside the door the sound of booming techno music is heard, it slowly gets louder and louder. The door is booted open, a tall slender man in a leather jacket and straight blonde hair walks in with an out of date boom box on his shoulder blasting german house music. The man slowly lowers his glasses as a single ear ring dangles back and forth.
Alex Wright
Did yü order däs wunderkind?
Alex Wright turns off the boom box and makes his way over to the bar, he sits across from Trent, who hands him a bottle. Trent is trying to talk to the first man who is still looking at him blankly.
Trent
(To Alex)
Hey Dos Wonderbread can you ask these guys who they are?
Alex turns to the man and they speak in their native tongue.
Alex Wright
He say's their in town for the University Volleyball championship. They're the parents and need to unwind after being trapped with their kin all day.
Chuck throws another drink down and slides between Alex and the stranger
Chuck
(Slurring his speech, to Alex)
Wait, so Volleyball?
(To the stranger)
You mean like, tight shorts, running up and down the court? Bending and jumping to hit balls?
Alex and the stranger talk to confirm the question.
Alex
Das the very same!
Chuck
TRENT! You know what this means?
Trent
Yes Dustin, I heard them, but I don't think a bunch of college kids is what we need in our room right now. Maybe we shouldn't be doing this? Shouldn't we be taking this time to research our opponents.
Chuck
Opponents? What do you mean?
Trent
You know, for our tag titles?
Chuck just blankly stares at Trent
Trent
We have a match....against another tag team...for our tag titles. Do you not watch the show?
Chuck
Who are we facing?
Trent
Fuck if I know, I don't watch the show.
The stranger says something in, Alex Wright leans his ear over to hear it again.
Alex Wright
Avulsion
Trent
Evolution? I don't think I'm ready to face Batista, but I can definitely kick the shit out of Ric Flair.
Chuck
No, he said Ovulation. I know OC likes Priscilla but to talk about her ovulation schedule is a little too soon if you ask me, and I'm sure as hell not going to fight her while she's ovulating, she already scares me.
Alex Wright
A-VUL-SION. Avulsion. It's the two Scheiße Fett's that follow that Rot Schlampe Priscilla around
Trent and Chuck both give out an "oooh"
Trent
I think we're fine then. I mean what can Baldo and Boulder do to us?
Chuck
Kill us?
Alex Wright
Break your limbs?
The stranger whispers something in Alex's ear. Alex gasps
Alex Wright
You dirty dirty old man! That hasn't been legal since before the wall came down! Shame! Shame you!
The door slowly rolls open as Horatio walks in soaking wet and shirtless
Horatio
Evening everybody
Everybody
HORATIO!
Horatio waddles in, he sits down next to Alex Wright, opposite side of Chuck and the stranger. Trent is wiping the glass bar down with a crusty rag he found.
Trent
Want a drink Mr. Sanz?
Horatio
Does Priscilla Kelly and co smell like dead fish?
Chuck slides a bottle over to Horatio, who takes it and starts drinking.
Trent
Damn, Horatio, you're soaked. You also got a nasty rash around you, from like a tube or something.
Horatio
Yeah gee, I wonder why?
Chuck
I mean, I don't know that's why he's asking
Chuck gives a "this guy" look at Horatio to the stranger and Alex Wright.
Horatio
(letting out a huff)
Do you guys have a shirt or anything I can borrow? Somebody stole all my clothes and raided the mini fridge in my room.
Trent
Actually, since you mention it
(Chuck digs around the drawers around you)
I've been meaning to give this to you. You've been really good to us. We've been talking and we want to give you something as a token of appreciation.
Chuck
Yeah, you've always been there for us when we needed it. You've been a real...a real...what's the word?
Horatio
(eyes beaming)
friend?
Chuck
No, that's not it.
Trent
Here just take the shirt
Trent tosses Horatio a black shirt that's a size too small. On the front it reads in big letters.
F: Friends
A: Associate
T: Teamster
Horatio squeezes into the shirt still beaming ear to ear. He jumps up
Horatio
I gotta tell my mom, she'll never believe this!
Horatio scurries away, as the door knocks.
Trent
It's open!
They knock again
Trent
It's open, jeez!
Chuck
(standing up)
Maybe it's our....volleyball players.
Chuck licks his hands, and combs his hair. He stands at the door and grabs the handle.
Chuck
Well hellooo-
He cracks the door open and is greeted by DDP's big barrel chest.
DDP
Expecting somebody else?
Chuck
I, uh.. I. Hey...Dallas is it? I mean I'm guessing because we've never met before.
Chuck tries to slip away but DDP grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. Trent jumps from behind the bar and runs over, but DDP grabs him by the other arm. Alex Wright stands up and marches over, gets in DDP's face who headbutts him. He let's out a yelp and leaves the room giving a "sorry guys" to the Best Friends.
DDP
No, you're not running this time. I am sick and tired of you two.
Before he could do anything the door is burst open with several very tall blonde women in tight spandex shorts, some of them carrying volleyballs, they mow past DDP causing him to release his grasp from the Best Friends, and head to the bar to scarf down the remaining drinks. Trent and Chuck scramble to their feet and out the door, they run down the hall. Chuck stops in his tracks and starts to go back.
Trent
Where are you going?
Chuck
Back to the room!
Trent
Why?
Chuck stops and starts flailing his arms around and stomping in a fit.
Chuck
But Trent..VOLLEYBALL
Trent
This isn't the time!
Chuck stands there with his arms crossed.
Trent
I promise, if you come with me right now, I'll take you to a game as soon as we can okay?
Chuck
Beach volleyball? On a hot summer day?
Trent
Yes! Now go!
Chuck returns to Trent giggling as the two run off.
