Post by Drunky McGee on Apr 12, 2012 19:37:27 GMT -5
PART 1 - OLD FRIEND
The scene opens in a bar nothing like the last bar we found Rick at - this one is LIVELY. And, thankfully, filled with patrons around Rick's age. From an outside stage, the music of a house band comes through the windows - barely perceptibly a cover of Sweet Child O' Mine. Fortysomethings sit at the barstools talking and shooting the breeze, smiling and laughing. And two of those fortysomethings are Rick Mad and Zach Davis, henceforth known as Bob the Cameraman (though, ironically, not being the cameraman.)
Rick Mad: Hah yeah... I remember that. Dude kept telling us he was related to Bob Seger, I don't believe it. And then he disappeared and came back with that plastic surgery trying to say he was someone different?
Bob: Yeahh.. insane.
Bob signals to the bartender for another round, and he quickly delivers two beers.
Bob: So anyway, Rick, I saw your last two promos. I have to be honest, they were fucking depressing.
Rick looks down. Depressed looking, naturally.
Bob: Yeah, aw, come on man! I'm not trying to make things worse here, but seriously. Wrestling fans don't want to see that kind of shit. And hell, you lost last week. Depressing yourself and bringing yourself down like that isn't going to get you anywhere, you know that. You've found your greatest success as-
Rick Mad: No.
Bob: Hm?
Rick Mad: I'm not going back to being a comedy act. Not again.
Bob: No, yeah, I know... it's just...
Rick Mad: I know, I know, I've heard it. I've been called melodramatic and even "emo" - can you imagine it?, someone my age - but... for the first time, it wasn't an act. I've been myself. And okay, so what, you're calling my LIFE fucking depressing. Thanks, Bob.
Bob: No, I wasn't trying to do that ... sorry, man. Okay, you're right. That was kind of insensitive, I'm sorry things aren't going well for you. But you're on the right track.
Rick sighs.
Rick Mad: No, you're right too. I've been too down, letting the whole Danita thing get the best of me. I should've been more focused last week.
Bob: Speaking of... uh, we haven't talked about Logan yet.
Rick sighed, even more deeply this time. If this was a television show, there would be a flashback detailing he and Logan's history right here.
Rick Mad: Yeah. I don't WANT to talk about him. I don't know why he attacked me. I came to UWA to make a fresh start, I've said that before, and... to have someone not only from my past, but from my VERY START, come back and do that to me?
Rick took a big swig of his beer.
Rick Mad: I don't know, man. I'll make quick work of him, I guess. Either way I don't think he'll be around UWA very long, his attention span is as short as Roy Speede's dick.
Bob: ...?
Rick Mad: Nevermind. Anyway though, Logan is a minor setback. I-
Bob glances at the TV, his jaw dropping.
Bob: Rick, Rick. Look. Look whats on TV.
Rick Mad: Bob I was talking! You rude-
The trailer door opens and DANITA MAD’s head sticks out from the doors opening.
DANITA MAD: Yes?
LOGAN: My belly has an aching for a mustard hotdog.
Rick Mad: What is he.. what is he doing....
And with the rest of that promo, somehow, Logan got to Rick. He got to him good. But not Logan himself. A bastardized version of Logan, a demented conglomeration of Logan and Danita Mad. A figure with Logan's hardened face and muscular build, wearing his clothes, but with Danita's makeup, long red hair, and disgustingly, her fairly large breasts. In Rick's minds eye he saw this figure punching a hole into Rick's body and grabbing his heart, violently ripping it from his body. But in Logan Mad's hand, Rick's heart continued to beat.
Rick Mad: ...what...
Bob glanced briefly into Rick's eyes, seeing what is going on in his head, what this is doing to him.
Bob: Come on, Rick. That isn't Danita.
Rick Mad: I KNOW IT ISN'T DANITA!
Rick yelled, and the other patrons glance towards him. The bartender raises an eye, wondering if he's going to have to throw someone out.
Rick Mad: I... I know. Obviously its bullshit, I mean, come on...
Rick's face just goes blank.
Rick Mad: I have to go.
Without another word, Rick leaves Bob... with the tab and all.
Bob: Rick! Rick, come back!
Rick disappears through the door.
PART 2: STANDARD WRESTLING PROMO
The scene opens up in what we can only assume to be... well, there is no way to tell. A stone wall is behind Rick's face, but Rick's face fills up most of the screen.
Rick Mad: LOGAN.
Rick basically snarls the word.
Rick Mad: Logan, you think you're pretty fucking clever, do you? I barely know what to say. I hope you're watching me closely, here - I hope you can see into my eyes. I'd like to go back and detail every time you've wronged me in the past, every time we've been friends and you've turned your back on me. But I don't even remember! It was so long ago. When was it, back in FBW? Or were we tag partners back then? Was it in WCF? The bottom line is, I DON'T CARE! Because this, Logan... "THE" Logan... this might have been the worst.
Rick glances down before continuing.
Rick Mad: I'm not so sure you've ever been so damn personal with me before. So damn vicious. Sure, you've attacked me. You've hit me with chairs, you've hit me with the Connector, you've given me stitches, you've made me bleed volumes of blood that could only be measured in gallons. This is pro wrestling, I get that. We're proud men in a violent industry. But what I DON'T get is where you get off doing what you did with my "wife" - where you get off on creating some fantasy where you've taken my wife from me and kept her in some bizarre abusive relationship for the past five years. Why, Logan? Seriously, why? I've never done ANYTHING to you to warrant this.
Rick pauses, breathing heavily.
Rick Mad: But at the end of the day... I don't care. And perhaps I should thank you. You've brought out something in me I should've had here in UWA from day one. My name is Rick MAD for Christ's sake, and for the first time in this company, I'm going into a match angry. I'm going into this match for the kill. You can spout all the catchphrases about Connector City and whatever, but I don't care about any of that. If I have to take care of one piece of old business before really starting my new beginning, then I will. Logan, you're a garbage person, a piece of trash, and quite frankly? You've never even been that great of a wrestler.
Rick goes to leave, before facing the camera once more.
Rick Mad: One more thing. I've always thought Torture was better than you.
And with that, Rick leaves and the scene fades to black.