Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2017 12:56:28 GMT -6
OOC: I SENT MESSAGES TO CYRUS AND MATCH WRITER. GREAT WORK BY BOTH. THIS IS NOT ME BEING A SORE LOSER. THIS IS NOSTALGIA being Nostalgia.
Jenny:
:OFF CAMERA: A FEW HOURS AFTER MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL:
(Nostalgia is punching holes in the walls of his trailer. He picks up a chair and throws it into a mirror, glass shattering everywhere. Nostalgia walks over to the mini fridge, yanks the door handle right off the hinges, drops it and picks up an iced cold Coca-Cola.)
Nostalgia:
That dumb fuckin’ ref. What a fuckin’ moron. He is lucky I like it here, or I would make sure that was the last mistake in judgement he ever makes. I know refs probably don’t watch promos. I know he doesn’t know Nostalgia would rather die than tap out. But 3 plus years. In 3 plus years at EMF, I never tapped out. That fuckin’ ref needs to be re-trained or retire. Pushing on someone’s leg in attempt to get out of a move is not tapping out. Dumbass. I haven’t seen a travesty like this since the Montreal Screwjob of ’15. Piece of shit.
(Nostalgia calms down and takes a seat. He reaches into the drawer and takes a foot long by foot wide metal case. He opens it and pulls out a pre-rolled blunt. He sparks it up then finds the remote control for the 48’ plasma screen. He sits in his beaten up red and black leather recliner as he begins to watch Cyrus Black’s promo from earlier this week.)
Nostalgia:
Cyrus Cyrus Cyrus. You should not have opened that bag my friend. I was willing to let the past be the past. But if you want the EWC to know what really happened in EMF. I will more than happy to explain why you really came to EWC. I am glad you won, I know if you didn’t, your fragile ego probably would have ran back to EMF now that Nostalgia has left for good. We will meet again old friend. Congrats on your …
(Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Nostalgia lets out a groan of laziness. He is about to get up, but still a little sore so sits back down.)
Nostalgia:
STAY THE FUCK OUT OR ENTER AT YOUR OWN PERIL.
(The door creeps open, Nostalgia is not even looking to see who is entering his trailer. All of a sudden he hears a woman’s voice.)
Jenny:
Way to go loser. Really showed them.
(Nostalgia pops out of the chair, seemingly forgetting about the pain of the match. Nostalgia walks over and wraps his oldest friend in a BearHug.)
Nostalgia:
Jenny. What the fuck are you doing here?
Jenny:
Leo, you think I wasn’t going to come watch your first match? Ass. You lost.
Nostalgia:
Yeah. I noticed.
Jenny:
You were all “Oh, please let go.” Tapping on Cyrus’s leg. He is cute though. I am glad you didn’t maul him.
Nostalgia-
God. I hate you sometimes.
(Jenny rips the blunt from hand Nostalgia.)
Jenny:
There is something familiar about him.
Nostalgia-
Yeah. Um. EMF ring a bell dummy?
Jenny:
No moron. I means besides that. For some reason, I was cheering for him while he was choking you out.
Nostalgia-
I wish I could punch you.
(Jenny passes the blunt back to Nostalgia)
Jenny:
Leo, I am bored.
Nostalgia-
You literally got here two mins ago Jennifer Tina Hunt.
(Jenny gives him the death stare for using her full name when he knows she hates when he does that.)
Jenny:
First off. Blow me bitch. No. I mean like. I am bored with life. Sure, writing scripts for TV Shows is fun. Sometimes. I mean I like it. But watching this crowd tonight. So much excitement. I want you to get me a job.
Nostalgia-
This shit ain’t scripted sweetheart. Try the WWE.
Jenny:
No Leo. Like, I want to be your manager or valet or whatever?
Nostalgia-
You’re kidding?
Jenny:
Not this time. It looks fun. Plus, you know I love making fun of people. It’s like, what I was born to do.
Nostalgia-
You know. Most managers try to help their clients win matches and look good. Can you do that?
Jenny:
Fuck you. You are a big boy. You don’t need my help. I just want to make fun of these losers. And not sit in a fuckin’ office all day. If I wanted to live this boring a life, i would work for the government. In, I don't know the Parks and Rec department or something.
Nostalgia-
Ok. so let me get this straight. Break it down. You want to be my valet?
Jenny:
Yes.
Nostalgia-
You want to come to the ring with me every match?
Jenny:
Well. Does it really have to be every match?
(Nostalgia shakes his head, takes a big hit of the blunt and coughs as he passes it to Jenny.)
Nostalgia-
Alright Jenny. This should be interesting. Let’s give it a shot.
Jenny:
Awesome. Now let’s go spend your money and get fucked up.
Nostalgia-
Works for me. I will make a call to the EWC suits and get you a job. Then we will celebrate. I would invite Cyrus for you. But I don’t think he will come.
Jenny:
Yeah because you are a loser and he is cool.
(Nostalgia just shakes his head and lifts Jenny over his shoulder. She is yelling at him and slapping him as they exit the trailer.)