Post by Russ (Scorpio) on May 18, 2019 9:21:51 GMT -6
… But It’s Over Now
“Sweetie, it’s us… darling… we’re worried about you… are you ok?”
Our scene opens on the concerned face of Crème de la Crème as the drag queen-turned-mentor stares at the door in front of her, her drawn-on eyebrows furrowed. To one side of her stands Georgie Nickles, and to the other stands Exile, the three members of ReBelle all looking from the door to one another, each looking uncertain. From within the room the faint sound of 80s power ballads can be heard as well as occasional loud, guttural cries. The music switches to a distinct drum beat and overlying guitar as Crème closes her eyes, recognising the tune. From within the voice of the one and only S-Factor emanates…
Scorpio: “… lay a whisper… on my pillow… leave the winter… on the ground…”
Crème de la Crème: “Oh Jesus…”
Exile: “What?”
Georgie Nickles: “He’s onto the Pretty Woman soundtrack… this… this is bad”
Indeed it’s Roxette’s iconic “It Must Have Been Love” blasting from the dressing room as Crème begins to frantically try and turn the lock. Exile looks completely baffled by the whole situation, whilst The Rebel Child shakes her head with despair.
Scorpio: “I wake up lonely… there’s air of silence…”
Georgie Nickles: “Thank fuck this time it’s not as public as the Extreme Tournament meltdown—”
Exile: “Oh now I get you! Yeah that was pretty cringeworthy…”
Scorpio: “…in the bedroom… and all around…”
Crème de la Crème: “Yeah and it’s only a matter of time before some fucking fan comes by for a selfie… there’s a load of Prosecco in there… help me get this damn door open!”
Crème begins to kick at the handle with her high-heeled pumps, proving completely ineffective. From within the room the music’s volume increases ten-fold, effectively making the walls shake as Scorpio can be heard caterwauling in between deep sobs.
Scorpio: “TOUCH ME NOW… I CLOSE MY EYEEEEEES… and dreeeaaaam awaaaay”
Crème de la Crème turns with wide eyes to the rest of ReBelle as Nickles paces back a little.
Georgie Nickles: “I’d get aside if I were you…”
In a last-gasp effort The Rebel Child sprints down the corridor and flies at the door, throwing a boot at it with perfect aim! Her foot connects and the door’s lock buckles, swinging wide open as we see Scorpio slumped on the floor of the dressing room, propped up against the dressing table. Mascara and eye shadow are running down his face as he swigs from a bottle of Prosecco, looking a thoroughly sorry state.
Scorpio: “IT COULD HAVE BEEN NINE… BUT IT’S OOOOOVER NOW… IT MUST HAVE BEEN GOOD, BUT I’VE LOST IT SOMEHOOOOW….”
Georgie manages to catch her balance before diving down to Scorpio just as he goes to neck another gulp of Prosecco. Nickles grips the bottles and tries to pull it back, just about dragging the S-Factor from his funk enough to hiss at her like a cat…
Scorpio: “IT COULD HAVE BEEN NINE BUT IT’S OOOOOOVER NOW! FROM THE MOMENT WE TOUCHED TO THE TIME IT RAN OUT!”
Georgie Nickles: “That’s quite enough of that partner…”
This time she manages to pull the bottle free and briefly The People’s Camp goes to fight back, before sighing dejectedly. He looks up at Georgie with tears streaming from his eyes, before turning to Crème as she kneels by his side and wraps him in a comforting embrace.
Crème de la Crème: “Come on my dear, I know this is hard, but who else has had that kind of run this year? Ace and Cyrus… they’re on fire… and that was so close…”
Scorpio: “… my streak.”
Georgie Nickles: “We’ll start a new one Scorps. We’ll kick it off by becoming Tag Team Champions, huh? How about that?”
Scorpio looks to his tag partner and the faintest hint of a smile can be seen under his somewhat ghastly-looking make-up. Exile reaches over to Scorpio’s phone and pauses the music, rolling his eyes at the whole melodramatic scene. Slowly Georgie and Crème help the defeated S-Factor to his feet, before managing to get him into a chair. Georgie reaches for a bottle of water before there’s a knock on the… well, the door frame… and all three sober members of ReBelle turn to see Brian Spade in the doorway.
Brian Spade: “Hey guys, bad luck in the main tonight. I was hoping to grab some words if you don’t mind?”
He looks from Georgie, to Crème, to Exile, before finally spotting the heaving shoulders of Scorpio. The S-Factor is facing away from Brian, however before anyone can stop him he spins his own chair around. Brian briefly recoils as he sees the mess of smudged make-up that used to be Scorpio’s face, before raising an eyebrow.
Brian Spade: “I, uh, guess you’re taking the loss hard then—”
Georgie Nickles: “Not at all! All in his stride!”
The Rebel Child plasters an uncertain smile on her face as Crème emphatically nods her head.
Crème de la Crème: “Losing to such highly-regarded competitors is never a negative, getting the chance to take on the best is the greatest training we could have hoped for. This… this situation… is something totally different…”
Crème smiles as if she’s totally dealt with the situation, as Brian looks from one member of ReBelle to another.
Brian Spade: “Which… is…?”
Crème de la Crème: “Which is…”
The drag queen looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights before she turns to Nickles, who has a sharp intake of breath.
Georgie Nickles: “Umm… well… which is…”
Georgie and Crème stare at one another, completely lost for excuses, before a voice from nowhere comes to save the day.
Exile: “POISONED!”
All three (except the frankly borderline-comatose Scorpio) turn to face Exile, who looks both proud of, and totally shocked by, his contribution. Nickles and Crème both begin to nod their heads, apparently just going with it, as Brian Spade looks completely lost.
Brian Spade: “Poisoned?”
Georgie Nickles: “Yup… poisoned…”
Exile: “By our enemies. We suspect Shock and Awe are playing a nefarious game from the shadows, trying to assassinate the next Tag Team Champions.”
Brian Spade: “Assassinate? What the hell are you—”
Crème de la Crème: “Clearly this is a distressing time with Scorpio so… unwell… from the… poison… and we’d appreciate some privacy… so if you could…”
She nods back to the hole where the door used to be, before Exile slowly edges over to Brian’s position. Spade looks like he’s bought precisely none of that from ReBelle, but nevertheless backs out of the room muttering his apologies and well wishes for Scorpio’s recovery. As Brian disappears from view Georgie and Crème each breathe a sigh of relief, with Crème giving Exile an unexpectedly manly and brusque slap on the back as a ‘well done’. Crème and Georgie return to trying to rouse and comfort the ailing S-Factor whilst Exile hauls the door up and slots it back into its frame… where it just falls through into the hallway this time…
Fin.
