Post by Gabrielle Visconty on Feb 28, 2019 21:00:22 GMT -6
The image slowly fades in on the interior of the Greasy Keg - Bar & Grill in Las Vegas, Nevada. It's late and the bar is slowly being closed down, a few patrons still hanging around at the bar. The camera pans slowly to the familiar back corner booth to find Gabrielle Visconty slouched in her seat, peeling the last of the label off her beer bottle and setting it next to three others. Gabi is dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a red lace up sweater, and a pair of Merrell hikers. As the camera starts to move in Gabi's direction there is a loud commotion at the front door. The camera pans around quickly to see a large fellow, most likely a bouncer by his size, stumble back a step and run into the wall. Through the doorway walks Gabi's one time trainer: Chris Quinn - otherwise known as the “Cadaver Dog” during his years spent wrestling. Quinn is dressed in a pair of jeans, a white tee shirt, and a pair of black boots. His shoulder length black hair hangs slightly in his face, almost obscuring his wild hazel eyes locked on the bouncer. Quinn offers the bouncer a smirk as he walks past him and then focuses on Gabi.
”Sparky, a bottle of my usual.”
Quinn speaks in a loud tone as he makes his way over to the booth. Sparky shakes his head from behind the bar as he sees one of his least favorite wrestlers that used to patron his bar on a regular basis. Gabi doesn't even look up as Quinn slips into the seat across from her. He leans back to relax into the seat, grinning to himself as he looks over the area. His hazel eyes coming to a stop on Gabi.
”Good old Sparky and his Greasy Keg. It's a shame your dad isn't here along with Harrison... It would be just like old times.”
Quinn's voice is cold and condescending. Gabi looks up from her 4 label-less beer bottles and offers him a snarky smile.
”What are you doing here, Quinn? Atayla let you out to play for a bit?”
Gabi's reply is acidic. Quinn lets out an obvious fake laugh, then ends it suddenly, leaning forward a bit.
”I just stopped by to see how you were doing... You know, in the big time. Following dad's advice has worked out just like I told you it would... How would the big cheeser say it - Craptasticly?”
Sparky walks over and sets a bottle of Green Velvet Absinthe on the table, forces a smile, collects Gabi's beer bottles, then walks away. Gabi frowns harshly at Quinn's remarks. Quinn takes the bottle and opens it, taking a draw straight from it. Gabi's frown turns into a disgusted sneer as Quinn sets the bottle back down on the table.
”How can you drink that nasty licorice tasting crap?”
”Acquired taste, I guess.”
As Gabi is about to speak the door to the Greasy Keg opens as Amy Davis slips through the door. She immediately sets her eyes on Gabi in the corner booth, her expression looks a bit distraught as she notices Quinn sitting across from her. Quinn smiles at Amy as she starts to make her way over to the booth.
”Well, would you look at this... It's a damn Visconty convention.”
Amy slides into the booth next to Gabi, trying to ignore Quinn's comments.
”Wait... That's right, you haven't explained to the world that you are Gabi's Aunt yet, right?”
”Not that it was a big secret... Anyone with a brain could have looked into that and figured it out, Quinn.”
”But you were not going to come out and offer that information up, where you? The Visconty family wouldn't want to make it seem like they were shielding their little angel, would they?”
”Shut up, Quinn. If you don't have anything better to do than rub salt into the wound, hit the bricks.”
Gabi fires back at Quinn, anger crossing the expression on her face.
”There is that Cheri Fields fire... Back before your dad ruined her. She had such a future in the wrestling business... When the females would only compete against females. But she had promise and fire... That is until she married your dad and got pregnant.”
”You know, you can be an ass sometimes.”
”It's how I have gotten to where I am in life, ya softy bitches.”
”Once again, why are you here?”
Quinn grins insanely as he sips the Absinthe again. As he opens his mouth to speak there is yet another commotion at the door. All eyes move over to see a old homeless looking man fighting to push open the door... And it is clearly marked “PULL”.
”Aw, shit... He's still alive?”
Gabi's eyes light up as the old man finally manages to figure out the riddle of the door. He has the swagger in his walk of someone that has had quaffed too much cheap liquor, eyes glazed over, walking in a zig-zag pattern towards the bar.
”Willie!”
Gabi exclaims as she nearly shoves Amy out of the booth seat. The old man - now known as WILLIE! - seems startled and raises up his fists as if ready to lay out a little of Queensberry rules in his defense. He spots Gabi slipping past Amy and he smiles broadly to reveal the lone remnant of his teeth.
”Gabrielle? Gabrielle! Good Lord, sprout... You're all grown up and pretty like your mom.”
Willie drops his hands just as Gabi slams into him, wrapping her arms around him. Both Quinn and Amy sorta cringe at Gabi hugging him. Willie looks ready to tumble over if it wasn't for Gabi's hug holding him up.
”Oh... Oh my, he smells.”
”Breathe through you're mouth... You'll thank me later.”
Amy covers her nose as Quinn chuckles. Gabi releases Willie and looks at him.
”Willie, it's been a long time. Where is Wayne?”
Willie's expression goes flat at the mention of that name. He blinks a few times, like he is wading through a lifetime of old memories... Or maybe he's just drunk off his ass. He stumbles back into a chair before Gabi can catch his arm.
”God dammit, Jimmy! Stop pushing!”
Willie yells at some unseen person, slapping at thin air. Gabi has a look of sadness come into her eyes as she watches Willie. Quinn leans over to whisper to Amy during this to whisper.
”Fucker picked up Bruce's imaginary friend, somehow.”
Amy nods as she begins to understand Willie's mention of “Jimmy”. Meanwhile Willie swats at his unseen friend as Gabi tries to calm him down.
”Willie, it's okay. I am sure Jimmy didn't mean to.”
Willie looks strangely at Gabi, as if for a brief moment her has full untilization of his addled mind, then leans in close to whisper into her ear.
”Hey Wayne, he thinks he's hardcore.”
Willie grins like he just told Gabi the secret to the meaning of life. He grabs Gabi's hands before he turns away and staggers off towards the bar. Gabi watches him wander off before looking down to a piece of paper in the palm of her hand Willie deposited before walking away. She unfolds it to reveal a Church of Elvis flier. Gabi looks at it, a look of utter confusion comes to her face. Just as she is about to toss the flier she notices something on the back, a poem by Rudyard Kipling – If. Gabi reads the poem silently to herself as Quinn and Amy look at each other, shrug, and then back to Gabi. Once finished read the poem, she looks to Willie standing at the bar. Sparky hands Willie a shot of something, and Willie downs like like a thirsty man fresh from the Nevada desert. Gabi walks back to the table quietly, sitting down next to Amy.
”What did he hand you?”
”A Church of Elvis flier.”
Quinn bursts into laughter as Amy has a perplexed look on her face. Smiling softly, Gabi hands the flier to Amy. Amy looks at the flier with the exact same look Gabi initially had, eventually flipping it over to discover the poem.
”I think Neo got to him.”
Amy replies in a dead serious tone. Quinn stops laughing and looks around, as if he was expecting a ghost to pop out of the walls.
”That's not funny.”
Quinn replies to Amy's joke about his old tag team partner and general paranoid political activist, and all around hater of Charleston Heston. Back at the bar Willie turns around and offers Gabi a sly wink before returning his attention to the next round offered up to him.
”Why the hell does Sparky serve him for free?”
”Harrison paid a tab forward on his old manager, for like 20 years. $20 a day worth of drinks... Odd, actually.”
”I thought all he did was set up Wayne's catch phrase in his promos? And badly at that...”
”That's the Three Teeth Willie we all know. Hell, Willie even set up a few of Piper's catch phrases in his time. Willie was a major part of Damage Inc. back in the day... Gabi used to play with the passed out old coot... Creepy why your parents would let you do that.”
”Willie would never hurt a fly... It's just how he was. Willie also understood what mom would do to him if he ever endangered me... Wayne used to call him the savant of managers, or something like that. I never understood until now.”
”What?”
”You think he was trying to tell you something with that stupid Church of Elvis flier? Holy crap, you are crazy as your father.”
”Read it again, Amy. Apply it to my current situation.”
Amy looks like she is about to protest but stops and re-reads the poem again. Quinn slaps the table, huge shit eating grin plastered on his face.
”You've gotta be shitting me? You actually think Willie is giving you wrestling advice?! Passing on some epic advice about your career?!”
Quinn burst out into laughter again as Gabi shoots him a cold stare. Amy looks over at Gabi, shaking her head slightly.
”I am going to have to agree with Quinn on this on, Gabi. Willie is a drunk and quite possibly a little scatter brained.”
Gabi smiles oddly, looking over at Amy.
”You came here to interview me on my upcoming match against Owensby Smith, right?”
”Holy fucking shiiiiiiiiiit! Did you just say Owensby?”
Gabi nods at Quinn, who immediately bursts into laughter again. He slides out of the booth, holding his side as he continues laughing.
”I am out on that one... Oh, Jesus... the wrestling world sure has changed a lot over the last ten years. God dammed snowflakes fucking it all up. Later, ya softy bitches. I can't take any more of this. Gabi, if you want to train you know where to find me.”
Quinn laughs as he walks towards the door, nodding at Willie as he notices he is watching him leave.
”Neo was right... They are coming for you without the hat.”
Quinn continues shaking his head at Willie's crazy warning as he slips out the door and into the cold Nevada night. Back over at the table Gabi slips over to the other side of the booth from Amy, smiling like a loon. Amy smirks as she observes Gabi's odd smile.
”I guess so...”
**TO BE CONTINUED IN BRAWL PROMOS**
”Sparky, a bottle of my usual.”
Quinn speaks in a loud tone as he makes his way over to the booth. Sparky shakes his head from behind the bar as he sees one of his least favorite wrestlers that used to patron his bar on a regular basis. Gabi doesn't even look up as Quinn slips into the seat across from her. He leans back to relax into the seat, grinning to himself as he looks over the area. His hazel eyes coming to a stop on Gabi.
”Good old Sparky and his Greasy Keg. It's a shame your dad isn't here along with Harrison... It would be just like old times.”
Quinn's voice is cold and condescending. Gabi looks up from her 4 label-less beer bottles and offers him a snarky smile.
”What are you doing here, Quinn? Atayla let you out to play for a bit?”
Gabi's reply is acidic. Quinn lets out an obvious fake laugh, then ends it suddenly, leaning forward a bit.
”I just stopped by to see how you were doing... You know, in the big time. Following dad's advice has worked out just like I told you it would... How would the big cheeser say it - Craptasticly?”
Sparky walks over and sets a bottle of Green Velvet Absinthe on the table, forces a smile, collects Gabi's beer bottles, then walks away. Gabi frowns harshly at Quinn's remarks. Quinn takes the bottle and opens it, taking a draw straight from it. Gabi's frown turns into a disgusted sneer as Quinn sets the bottle back down on the table.
”How can you drink that nasty licorice tasting crap?”
”Acquired taste, I guess.”
As Gabi is about to speak the door to the Greasy Keg opens as Amy Davis slips through the door. She immediately sets her eyes on Gabi in the corner booth, her expression looks a bit distraught as she notices Quinn sitting across from her. Quinn smiles at Amy as she starts to make her way over to the booth.
”Well, would you look at this... It's a damn Visconty convention.”
Amy slides into the booth next to Gabi, trying to ignore Quinn's comments.
”Wait... That's right, you haven't explained to the world that you are Gabi's Aunt yet, right?”
”Not that it was a big secret... Anyone with a brain could have looked into that and figured it out, Quinn.”
”But you were not going to come out and offer that information up, where you? The Visconty family wouldn't want to make it seem like they were shielding their little angel, would they?”
”Shut up, Quinn. If you don't have anything better to do than rub salt into the wound, hit the bricks.”
Gabi fires back at Quinn, anger crossing the expression on her face.
”There is that Cheri Fields fire... Back before your dad ruined her. She had such a future in the wrestling business... When the females would only compete against females. But she had promise and fire... That is until she married your dad and got pregnant.”
”You know, you can be an ass sometimes.”
”It's how I have gotten to where I am in life, ya softy bitches.”
”Once again, why are you here?”
Quinn grins insanely as he sips the Absinthe again. As he opens his mouth to speak there is yet another commotion at the door. All eyes move over to see a old homeless looking man fighting to push open the door... And it is clearly marked “PULL”.
”Aw, shit... He's still alive?”
Gabi's eyes light up as the old man finally manages to figure out the riddle of the door. He has the swagger in his walk of someone that has had quaffed too much cheap liquor, eyes glazed over, walking in a zig-zag pattern towards the bar.
”Willie!”
Gabi exclaims as she nearly shoves Amy out of the booth seat. The old man - now known as WILLIE! - seems startled and raises up his fists as if ready to lay out a little of Queensberry rules in his defense. He spots Gabi slipping past Amy and he smiles broadly to reveal the lone remnant of his teeth.
”Gabrielle? Gabrielle! Good Lord, sprout... You're all grown up and pretty like your mom.”
Willie drops his hands just as Gabi slams into him, wrapping her arms around him. Both Quinn and Amy sorta cringe at Gabi hugging him. Willie looks ready to tumble over if it wasn't for Gabi's hug holding him up.
”Oh... Oh my, he smells.”
”Breathe through you're mouth... You'll thank me later.”
Amy covers her nose as Quinn chuckles. Gabi releases Willie and looks at him.
”Willie, it's been a long time. Where is Wayne?”
Willie's expression goes flat at the mention of that name. He blinks a few times, like he is wading through a lifetime of old memories... Or maybe he's just drunk off his ass. He stumbles back into a chair before Gabi can catch his arm.
”God dammit, Jimmy! Stop pushing!”
Willie yells at some unseen person, slapping at thin air. Gabi has a look of sadness come into her eyes as she watches Willie. Quinn leans over to whisper to Amy during this to whisper.
”Fucker picked up Bruce's imaginary friend, somehow.”
Amy nods as she begins to understand Willie's mention of “Jimmy”. Meanwhile Willie swats at his unseen friend as Gabi tries to calm him down.
”Willie, it's okay. I am sure Jimmy didn't mean to.”
Willie looks strangely at Gabi, as if for a brief moment her has full untilization of his addled mind, then leans in close to whisper into her ear.
”Hey Wayne, he thinks he's hardcore.”
Willie grins like he just told Gabi the secret to the meaning of life. He grabs Gabi's hands before he turns away and staggers off towards the bar. Gabi watches him wander off before looking down to a piece of paper in the palm of her hand Willie deposited before walking away. She unfolds it to reveal a Church of Elvis flier. Gabi looks at it, a look of utter confusion comes to her face. Just as she is about to toss the flier she notices something on the back, a poem by Rudyard Kipling – If. Gabi reads the poem silently to herself as Quinn and Amy look at each other, shrug, and then back to Gabi. Once finished read the poem, she looks to Willie standing at the bar. Sparky hands Willie a shot of something, and Willie downs like like a thirsty man fresh from the Nevada desert. Gabi walks back to the table quietly, sitting down next to Amy.
”What did he hand you?”
”A Church of Elvis flier.”
Quinn bursts into laughter as Amy has a perplexed look on her face. Smiling softly, Gabi hands the flier to Amy. Amy looks at the flier with the exact same look Gabi initially had, eventually flipping it over to discover the poem.
”I think Neo got to him.”
Amy replies in a dead serious tone. Quinn stops laughing and looks around, as if he was expecting a ghost to pop out of the walls.
”That's not funny.”
Quinn replies to Amy's joke about his old tag team partner and general paranoid political activist, and all around hater of Charleston Heston. Back at the bar Willie turns around and offers Gabi a sly wink before returning his attention to the next round offered up to him.
”Why the hell does Sparky serve him for free?”
”Harrison paid a tab forward on his old manager, for like 20 years. $20 a day worth of drinks... Odd, actually.”
”I thought all he did was set up Wayne's catch phrase in his promos? And badly at that...”
”That's the Three Teeth Willie we all know. Hell, Willie even set up a few of Piper's catch phrases in his time. Willie was a major part of Damage Inc. back in the day... Gabi used to play with the passed out old coot... Creepy why your parents would let you do that.”
”Willie would never hurt a fly... It's just how he was. Willie also understood what mom would do to him if he ever endangered me... Wayne used to call him the savant of managers, or something like that. I never understood until now.”
”What?”
”You think he was trying to tell you something with that stupid Church of Elvis flier? Holy crap, you are crazy as your father.”
”Read it again, Amy. Apply it to my current situation.”
Amy looks like she is about to protest but stops and re-reads the poem again. Quinn slaps the table, huge shit eating grin plastered on his face.
”You've gotta be shitting me? You actually think Willie is giving you wrestling advice?! Passing on some epic advice about your career?!”
Quinn burst out into laughter again as Gabi shoots him a cold stare. Amy looks over at Gabi, shaking her head slightly.
”I am going to have to agree with Quinn on this on, Gabi. Willie is a drunk and quite possibly a little scatter brained.”
Gabi smiles oddly, looking over at Amy.
”You came here to interview me on my upcoming match against Owensby Smith, right?”
”Holy fucking shiiiiiiiiiit! Did you just say Owensby?”
Gabi nods at Quinn, who immediately bursts into laughter again. He slides out of the booth, holding his side as he continues laughing.
”I am out on that one... Oh, Jesus... the wrestling world sure has changed a lot over the last ten years. God dammed snowflakes fucking it all up. Later, ya softy bitches. I can't take any more of this. Gabi, if you want to train you know where to find me.”
Quinn laughs as he walks towards the door, nodding at Willie as he notices he is watching him leave.
”Neo was right... They are coming for you without the hat.”
Quinn continues shaking his head at Willie's crazy warning as he slips out the door and into the cold Nevada night. Back over at the table Gabi slips over to the other side of the booth from Amy, smiling like a loon. Amy smirks as she observes Gabi's odd smile.
”I guess so...”
**TO BE CONTINUED IN BRAWL PROMOS**
