Post by Criminal Intent on Jul 12, 2008 23:14:46 GMT -5
-With the sun high in the sky, thousands of people holding cheap props and wearing random costumes walk across the searing blacktop. Pierce hops out of a taxi and looks across the mass confusion. He begins to makes his way through as he constantly dodges golf carts and rolling racks of clothing. With every obstruction he becomes even more visibly upset. Finally, he reaches his destination, lot 12. He moves through the now more organized chaos and reaches a trailer in the back of the lot. He approaches the door as a bulky man steps towards him.
Man: Can I help you?
Pierce: No, I'm all set I just need to talk to Jackie.
-Pierce begins towards the door, but he is stopped by the right hand of the much larger man.
Man: Mr. Twizzle has me on strict orders not to let anybody in.
-Pierce takes a step back and looks the man in the eyes.
Pierce: Look, I'm a close personal friend, so...
-Pierce begins to walk in again, but is grabbed by the scuff of the neck.
Man: No, you look. Mr. Twizzle doesn't want any distractions right now.
-He tosses Pierce back away from the trailer. He stumbles and just barely keeps his feet underneath himself.
Pierce: You don't understand, I'm his tag team partner, Pierce Cavanaugh.
-The man stares at him wondering the relevance.
Pierce: You know?...World title contender?...I'm kind of a big deal.
Man: Yeah, so am I.... I once won the MVP award in little league
-The man laughs at his own joke much to the disgust of Pierce. Pierce begins to lose hope of getting to speak with his big German buddy, when out of the corner of his eye he sees his way in. As a caterer walks by with a tray full of cheese cubes, Pierce stops him. Pierce takes a couple for himself and feasts. Then suddenly he grabs the tray.
Pierce (Under his breath): May the cheese god forgive me.
-Pierce tosses the entire tray at the large man, who tries to fend off the flying cubes. Pierce then bolts to the door and just gets by the man. As he enters he sees Jackboot sitting at a chair with a make-up artist working adamantly on his face. Both men turn around as Pierce enters with a thunderous trip. The large man is shortly behind him and kneels on his back to keep him down.
Jackboot: It is okay Rocky. He is cool.
-Reluctantly, Rocky lets off Pierce. Pierce stands up and shoots an "I told you so" stare at the much larger man who exits the trailer. Jackboot turns back around and allows the woman to continue working on his face.
Pierce: Some heavy security you got here Boot, but you should get a guest list or something so I don't have to waste perfectly good cheese to come see you.
-Jackboot doesn't respond, which gets Pierce to move closer to make sure he is acknowledged.
Pierce: So, what's with all the make-up? You're on TV all the time and you've never needed make-up before.
-The make-up artist shoots a piercing glance Pierce's way, obviously taking some sort of offense to the suggestion that her job isn't necessary.
Jackboot: Vell, George thinks zat I am too good looking and it takes away from ze focus of ze movie. So, he send me to ze make-up lady to dull down ze looks.
Pierce: George?
Jackboot: Lucas, Pierce. Get with ze program.
Pierce (Quieter now): Oh, didn't know that you were on a first name basis.
-Pierce shakes his head and continues forward towards the mirror. The artist moves to do the other side of Jackboot and gives Pierce a mild shove as she shoots him more dirty looks. Pierce jumps out of the way behind Jackboot where he's sure she won't have to work.
Pierce: Anyways, I think I found a solution to our whole manager situation. And in addition to helping us in our tag matches, it'll give me a psychological advantage over Gaither in our title match.
Jackboot: Zat's great Pierce, can ve talk about zhis later, I'm trying to focus on ze scene I'm about to do.
-Pierce tries to keep his cool, but the lack of focus on wrestling is beginning to get to him.
Pierce: Hey, we have a tag team title match this week you know. Maybe you could focus a little more on that.
-Jackboot remains silent for a period.
Jackboot: I'm sorry, vat did you say?
Pierce: Match. Wednesday. Murder for Hire.
Jackboot: Oh right, ze fat guy I beat up before and ze wash up. No big deal. I'll take care of it.
Pierce: Well, I will be there, I just think you should be rea...
-Jackboot cuts Pierce off before he can finish the sentence.
Jackboot: I vould love to stay and make small talk Pierce, but I can't leave George waiting.
-Jackboot gets out of the chair and leaves Pierce with his mouth still open as he exits the trailer. Pierce stands in shock.
Pierce: Who does he think he is? I mean, yeah we are the tag team champs and we have yet to be beat in AWG, but that doesn't mean we can just ignore the match until our music hits.
Make-up Artist: Who are you talking to?
-Pierce looks back at her, either shocked at the fact that she's still there or at the fact that he was thinking aloud without even realizing it. He awkwardly makes his way out of the trailer, patting Rocky once on the back on his way by, which Rocky doesn't seem to enjoy.
Pierce: Then again, Boot's probably right. He always is.
-He begins to make his way through the maze of actors and other Hollywood personnel.
Pierce: After all he was right about the manager, when he said something would come to us. It did and what a beautiful thing it is.
-Pierce exits the lot where he hails a cab.
Pierce: The Red Roof Inn please.
-Pierce sits back in the seat.
Pierce: Plus he's right, all we have to beat is a wussy fat dumbass and a washed up, old business man. Heck Nasdaq couldn't handle us back when we were young and he was in his prime. And at least then he had a real tag team partner, may Dow Jones rest in peace.
-Pierce takes a second to think about Dow Jones before continuing his rant.
Pierce: This Beckham guy is nothing compared to Dow. He won that joke of a secondary title here in AWG back when nobody was even going for it. Who’d he beat for it anyways, the goofy poet?
-Pierce enjoys a chuckle to himself.
Pierce: And five bucks says that Nasdaq wouldn’t even look at this d-bag twice if it wasn’t for Jagger. By the way where is he? I haven’t seen him on TV in ages.
Cab Driver: I think he’s the Triple Threat champion.
-Pierce sinks down in his seat as he has obviously been talking to himself out loud again.
Pierce (Now thinking): Wow, how the mighty have fallen.
-The cab stops at the Red Roof Inn and Pierce pays the driver before getting out.
Pierce: So, why is a legend like Nasdaq doing favors for a couple of curtain jerkers? Man, he must be more washed up than I thought. Boot’s right, this will be easy.
Man: Can I help you?
Pierce: No, I'm all set I just need to talk to Jackie.
-Pierce begins towards the door, but he is stopped by the right hand of the much larger man.
Man: Mr. Twizzle has me on strict orders not to let anybody in.
-Pierce takes a step back and looks the man in the eyes.
Pierce: Look, I'm a close personal friend, so...
-Pierce begins to walk in again, but is grabbed by the scuff of the neck.
Man: No, you look. Mr. Twizzle doesn't want any distractions right now.
-He tosses Pierce back away from the trailer. He stumbles and just barely keeps his feet underneath himself.
Pierce: You don't understand, I'm his tag team partner, Pierce Cavanaugh.
-The man stares at him wondering the relevance.
Pierce: You know?...World title contender?...I'm kind of a big deal.
Man: Yeah, so am I.... I once won the MVP award in little league
-The man laughs at his own joke much to the disgust of Pierce. Pierce begins to lose hope of getting to speak with his big German buddy, when out of the corner of his eye he sees his way in. As a caterer walks by with a tray full of cheese cubes, Pierce stops him. Pierce takes a couple for himself and feasts. Then suddenly he grabs the tray.
Pierce (Under his breath): May the cheese god forgive me.
-Pierce tosses the entire tray at the large man, who tries to fend off the flying cubes. Pierce then bolts to the door and just gets by the man. As he enters he sees Jackboot sitting at a chair with a make-up artist working adamantly on his face. Both men turn around as Pierce enters with a thunderous trip. The large man is shortly behind him and kneels on his back to keep him down.
Jackboot: It is okay Rocky. He is cool.
-Reluctantly, Rocky lets off Pierce. Pierce stands up and shoots an "I told you so" stare at the much larger man who exits the trailer. Jackboot turns back around and allows the woman to continue working on his face.
Pierce: Some heavy security you got here Boot, but you should get a guest list or something so I don't have to waste perfectly good cheese to come see you.
-Jackboot doesn't respond, which gets Pierce to move closer to make sure he is acknowledged.
Pierce: So, what's with all the make-up? You're on TV all the time and you've never needed make-up before.
-The make-up artist shoots a piercing glance Pierce's way, obviously taking some sort of offense to the suggestion that her job isn't necessary.
Jackboot: Vell, George thinks zat I am too good looking and it takes away from ze focus of ze movie. So, he send me to ze make-up lady to dull down ze looks.
Pierce: George?
Jackboot: Lucas, Pierce. Get with ze program.
Pierce (Quieter now): Oh, didn't know that you were on a first name basis.
-Pierce shakes his head and continues forward towards the mirror. The artist moves to do the other side of Jackboot and gives Pierce a mild shove as she shoots him more dirty looks. Pierce jumps out of the way behind Jackboot where he's sure she won't have to work.
Pierce: Anyways, I think I found a solution to our whole manager situation. And in addition to helping us in our tag matches, it'll give me a psychological advantage over Gaither in our title match.
Jackboot: Zat's great Pierce, can ve talk about zhis later, I'm trying to focus on ze scene I'm about to do.
-Pierce tries to keep his cool, but the lack of focus on wrestling is beginning to get to him.
Pierce: Hey, we have a tag team title match this week you know. Maybe you could focus a little more on that.
-Jackboot remains silent for a period.
Jackboot: I'm sorry, vat did you say?
Pierce: Match. Wednesday. Murder for Hire.
Jackboot: Oh right, ze fat guy I beat up before and ze wash up. No big deal. I'll take care of it.
Pierce: Well, I will be there, I just think you should be rea...
-Jackboot cuts Pierce off before he can finish the sentence.
Jackboot: I vould love to stay and make small talk Pierce, but I can't leave George waiting.
-Jackboot gets out of the chair and leaves Pierce with his mouth still open as he exits the trailer. Pierce stands in shock.
Pierce: Who does he think he is? I mean, yeah we are the tag team champs and we have yet to be beat in AWG, but that doesn't mean we can just ignore the match until our music hits.
Make-up Artist: Who are you talking to?
-Pierce looks back at her, either shocked at the fact that she's still there or at the fact that he was thinking aloud without even realizing it. He awkwardly makes his way out of the trailer, patting Rocky once on the back on his way by, which Rocky doesn't seem to enjoy.
Pierce: Then again, Boot's probably right. He always is.
-He begins to make his way through the maze of actors and other Hollywood personnel.
Pierce: After all he was right about the manager, when he said something would come to us. It did and what a beautiful thing it is.
-Pierce exits the lot where he hails a cab.
Pierce: The Red Roof Inn please.
-Pierce sits back in the seat.
Pierce: Plus he's right, all we have to beat is a wussy fat dumbass and a washed up, old business man. Heck Nasdaq couldn't handle us back when we were young and he was in his prime. And at least then he had a real tag team partner, may Dow Jones rest in peace.
-Pierce takes a second to think about Dow Jones before continuing his rant.
Pierce: This Beckham guy is nothing compared to Dow. He won that joke of a secondary title here in AWG back when nobody was even going for it. Who’d he beat for it anyways, the goofy poet?
-Pierce enjoys a chuckle to himself.
Pierce: And five bucks says that Nasdaq wouldn’t even look at this d-bag twice if it wasn’t for Jagger. By the way where is he? I haven’t seen him on TV in ages.
Cab Driver: I think he’s the Triple Threat champion.
-Pierce sinks down in his seat as he has obviously been talking to himself out loud again.
Pierce (Now thinking): Wow, how the mighty have fallen.
-The cab stops at the Red Roof Inn and Pierce pays the driver before getting out.
Pierce: So, why is a legend like Nasdaq doing favors for a couple of curtain jerkers? Man, he must be more washed up than I thought. Boot’s right, this will be easy.
