Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2013 23:46:43 GMT -6
(Newport, RI. The City by the Sea. The place is steeped in history, both good and bad. George Washington met with Rochambeau. It was one of the three points of trade during the infamous Triangle Trade. It was the original home of the America’s Cup for over 100 years. Its mansions are world famous, and it is home to the International Tennis Hall of Fame. The view being seen is a lovely ocean view. The view comes to us from inside of Rizzo’s home on Ocean Drive. Rizzo, Heidi, and his brother Alec are enjoying a nice, classy breakfast. They’re eating Honey Nut Cheerios.)
Rizzo: Alec, your pussy’s garbage. It smells like Chinatown during a heatwave.
(Oh yeah, Newport also spawned this asshole.)
Alec: Very nice, bro.
Rizzo: Nothing but love, kiddo.
Alec: So, how are you taking your current rejection?
Rizzo: Fuck it. I was just seeing what was out there. I got a call from an old buddy of mine who thought I’d fit in. Unfortunately, he forgot to mention that some of those cats had some problems with me from, like, five fucking years ago. Meh, oh well, I don’t know if I really had my heart in it.
Heidi: For the love of God, you haven’t shut up about getting back into the business for the past year. Wrestling this, wrestling that. That’s all you talk about. Your heart will always be in it. It’s more a matter of whether or not you’re physically able to take it.
Rizzo: I know I can do what I need to do physically. I think I started to have second thoughts because of all of the travelling that goes along with it. I mean, look out that window. Why the hell would I want to be anywhere else? Maybe I’m just done with it all.
Alec: That’s not what I heard. A little birdie told me you’ve got another feeler ut there.
Heidi: Say what?
(Rizzo shoots Heidi a slightly frightened look.)
Rizzo: Alec, you’re fucking dead. And tell that fat, bald fuck Nick he’s dead too.
Heidi: Wait hold on. You told that greasy fat bastard before you told me? What’s the hell? I’m your wife! Nick ain’t letting you stick it in him on a regular basis, is he?
Rizzo: Well…
Heidi: Oh, you got jokes? But you get no pussy. For at least a week.
(Rizzo glares at Alec. Alec cowers a bit and starts staring into his bowl of cereal.)
Rizzo: Fine, whatever. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to get your hopes up. I know just how much you’ve loved having me around the house all of this time.
Heidi: You didn’t want to get my hopes up, or you didn’t want to get yours up? You and you silly projections.
Rizzo: Yeah, well, there’s just one thing. Now that I think of it, I probably should have run this by you before I applied. You see, there would be no travelling involved. They hold all of their events in one place, which means we’d most likely have to move.
Heidi: Move? Look outside, asshole. YOU’D be moving. I’d stay right here.
Rizzo: But baby, you I need you by my side. Besides, do you REALLY want to unleash me in a place all by myself? Lord knows what kind of trouble I could get into. Or what kind of women I’d be getting into.
Heidi: Excuse me? Married, remember? Sacred contract and all that bullshit? You put your thing in anyone else and it’ war. I’ll take everything you own.
Rizzo: Can’t. Prenupt. Remember, the other contract we have?
Heidi: Infidelity nullifies it. So, yeah, house, mine.
(Rizzo sighs heavily, knowing that he’s completely fucked right now. He doesn’t like being in no win scenarios.)
Heidi: Let me guess, you applied to some place that has their events in some mason hall in the middle of Kansas, right? Trying to be a big fish in a small pond?
Rizzo: Yes and no. Give me some credit, lady. I’d never live in a place like Kansas. Landlocked states are not my cup of tea. And I’m not a fan of places that are flatter than Keira Knightly. Nah, this place is much nicer, with mountains and water and shit.
Heidi: Oh Christ, you’re going to say Canada. Please, don’t say Canada. Anywhere but Canada.
Rizzo: No, babe, not Canada, although I don’t get why you hate that place so much.
Heidi: Kidnapping?! Does that ring a fucking bell?
Rizzo: Oh, yeah, that did suck. But, hey, I got you back!
Heidi: Indeed, you did.
Rizzo: No, my dear, the place I’m looking at is in California. San Diego to be exact. It’s a new company, and I heard some good things from a buddy of mine out in Vegas. Remember when I traveled to California for that personal appearance? Well, it was good timing, because the place I applied to was having their first show. I’ve got to say, I was kind of impressed. It was a small operation, nothing like the good old IEW, but I think I’m at that point in life where I don’t want to be globetrotting every week.
Heidi: That’s comforting.
Alec: You going to bring Sam or Sean along for the ride?
Rizzo: I think I’m going to be flying solo on this one. Like I said, it’s literally a brand new company, I think one asshole of my magnitude is enough for now. But… I’m not sure a young, upstart company is going to want an old man, in ring years, like myself. I haven’t even looked into buying a place or anything because I don’t anticipate getting in. I’d like to, because I’m bored as hell right now, but realistically, I think I’ll just be here, in this kitchen, eating these Honey Nut Cheerios.
(The doorbell rings. How convenient. Heidi goes to answer it. A bike messenger hands he an envelope for which she signs. She goes back into the kitchen and sits down at the table. She looks over the envelope and then looks at Rizzo with a quizzical look.)
Heidi: Ever hear of something called Exodus? What is this, another cult or something? The last thing I need is a bunch of white shirt, black tie class automatons telling me about whatever fucking spirit talked to them in their sleep or alien from a volcano spoke to them from their spaceship.
Rizzo: Let me see that.
(Heidi hands Rizzo the envelope and he opens it up. He pulls out the folded piece of paper.)
Alec: Well?
(Rizzo unfolds the paper and he reads. The look on his face is quite interesting. There’s a glimmer of glee, but also a slight twinge of sadness in his eyes. Rizzo lets out a long sigh. He looks at Heidi, who knows exactly what he’s going to say.)
Rizzo: Baby.
Heidi: You actually got in?
Rizzo: Yep.
(Heidi just stares at Rizzo. Her expression is blank. She finally breaks off and speaks.)
Heidi: Fine. We’re going to California.
(Rizzo is taken aback by her reaction.)
Rizzo: Say what? Did you say yes?
Heidi: You need a hobby, anyway. I don’t know how many more hours of Star Trek Online one man can play.
Rizzo: BUT IT’S SO FUCKING FUN!!
Heidi (very condescendingly): Sure it is, dear.
Alec: When are you going to tell the boys?
Rizzo: Um, yeah, I think I’ll hold off on that one. I know they aren’t going to be too thrilled that I’m leaving Newport. Oh well, they’ll just have to deal with it.
(Rizzo stands up and brings the letter to the fridge, where he hangs it up with a magnet. He looks back at Heidi.)
Rizzo: Start calling real estate agents.
Heidi: Here? We’re selling this house?
Rizzo: Oh, God no. In San Diego. We’re in the market for a West Coast house.
Heidi: This ought to be quite the adventure.
(Rizzo walks into another room out of view of everyone. Heidi turns to Alec.)
Heidi: Fucking hell.
Alec: Indeed.
(And with that, we’re done. Blackness.)
Rizzo: Alec, your pussy’s garbage. It smells like Chinatown during a heatwave.
(Oh yeah, Newport also spawned this asshole.)
Alec: Very nice, bro.
Rizzo: Nothing but love, kiddo.
Alec: So, how are you taking your current rejection?
Rizzo: Fuck it. I was just seeing what was out there. I got a call from an old buddy of mine who thought I’d fit in. Unfortunately, he forgot to mention that some of those cats had some problems with me from, like, five fucking years ago. Meh, oh well, I don’t know if I really had my heart in it.
Heidi: For the love of God, you haven’t shut up about getting back into the business for the past year. Wrestling this, wrestling that. That’s all you talk about. Your heart will always be in it. It’s more a matter of whether or not you’re physically able to take it.
Rizzo: I know I can do what I need to do physically. I think I started to have second thoughts because of all of the travelling that goes along with it. I mean, look out that window. Why the hell would I want to be anywhere else? Maybe I’m just done with it all.
Alec: That’s not what I heard. A little birdie told me you’ve got another feeler ut there.
Heidi: Say what?
(Rizzo shoots Heidi a slightly frightened look.)
Rizzo: Alec, you’re fucking dead. And tell that fat, bald fuck Nick he’s dead too.
Heidi: Wait hold on. You told that greasy fat bastard before you told me? What’s the hell? I’m your wife! Nick ain’t letting you stick it in him on a regular basis, is he?
Rizzo: Well…
Heidi: Oh, you got jokes? But you get no pussy. For at least a week.
(Rizzo glares at Alec. Alec cowers a bit and starts staring into his bowl of cereal.)
Rizzo: Fine, whatever. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to get your hopes up. I know just how much you’ve loved having me around the house all of this time.
Heidi: You didn’t want to get my hopes up, or you didn’t want to get yours up? You and you silly projections.
Rizzo: Yeah, well, there’s just one thing. Now that I think of it, I probably should have run this by you before I applied. You see, there would be no travelling involved. They hold all of their events in one place, which means we’d most likely have to move.
Heidi: Move? Look outside, asshole. YOU’D be moving. I’d stay right here.
Rizzo: But baby, you I need you by my side. Besides, do you REALLY want to unleash me in a place all by myself? Lord knows what kind of trouble I could get into. Or what kind of women I’d be getting into.
Heidi: Excuse me? Married, remember? Sacred contract and all that bullshit? You put your thing in anyone else and it’ war. I’ll take everything you own.
Rizzo: Can’t. Prenupt. Remember, the other contract we have?
Heidi: Infidelity nullifies it. So, yeah, house, mine.
(Rizzo sighs heavily, knowing that he’s completely fucked right now. He doesn’t like being in no win scenarios.)
Heidi: Let me guess, you applied to some place that has their events in some mason hall in the middle of Kansas, right? Trying to be a big fish in a small pond?
Rizzo: Yes and no. Give me some credit, lady. I’d never live in a place like Kansas. Landlocked states are not my cup of tea. And I’m not a fan of places that are flatter than Keira Knightly. Nah, this place is much nicer, with mountains and water and shit.
Heidi: Oh Christ, you’re going to say Canada. Please, don’t say Canada. Anywhere but Canada.
Rizzo: No, babe, not Canada, although I don’t get why you hate that place so much.
Heidi: Kidnapping?! Does that ring a fucking bell?
Rizzo: Oh, yeah, that did suck. But, hey, I got you back!
Heidi: Indeed, you did.
Rizzo: No, my dear, the place I’m looking at is in California. San Diego to be exact. It’s a new company, and I heard some good things from a buddy of mine out in Vegas. Remember when I traveled to California for that personal appearance? Well, it was good timing, because the place I applied to was having their first show. I’ve got to say, I was kind of impressed. It was a small operation, nothing like the good old IEW, but I think I’m at that point in life where I don’t want to be globetrotting every week.
Heidi: That’s comforting.
Alec: You going to bring Sam or Sean along for the ride?
Rizzo: I think I’m going to be flying solo on this one. Like I said, it’s literally a brand new company, I think one asshole of my magnitude is enough for now. But… I’m not sure a young, upstart company is going to want an old man, in ring years, like myself. I haven’t even looked into buying a place or anything because I don’t anticipate getting in. I’d like to, because I’m bored as hell right now, but realistically, I think I’ll just be here, in this kitchen, eating these Honey Nut Cheerios.
(The doorbell rings. How convenient. Heidi goes to answer it. A bike messenger hands he an envelope for which she signs. She goes back into the kitchen and sits down at the table. She looks over the envelope and then looks at Rizzo with a quizzical look.)
Heidi: Ever hear of something called Exodus? What is this, another cult or something? The last thing I need is a bunch of white shirt, black tie class automatons telling me about whatever fucking spirit talked to them in their sleep or alien from a volcano spoke to them from their spaceship.
Rizzo: Let me see that.
(Heidi hands Rizzo the envelope and he opens it up. He pulls out the folded piece of paper.)
Alec: Well?
(Rizzo unfolds the paper and he reads. The look on his face is quite interesting. There’s a glimmer of glee, but also a slight twinge of sadness in his eyes. Rizzo lets out a long sigh. He looks at Heidi, who knows exactly what he’s going to say.)
Rizzo: Baby.
Heidi: You actually got in?
Rizzo: Yep.
(Heidi just stares at Rizzo. Her expression is blank. She finally breaks off and speaks.)
Heidi: Fine. We’re going to California.
(Rizzo is taken aback by her reaction.)
Rizzo: Say what? Did you say yes?
Heidi: You need a hobby, anyway. I don’t know how many more hours of Star Trek Online one man can play.
Rizzo: BUT IT’S SO FUCKING FUN!!
Heidi (very condescendingly): Sure it is, dear.
Alec: When are you going to tell the boys?
Rizzo: Um, yeah, I think I’ll hold off on that one. I know they aren’t going to be too thrilled that I’m leaving Newport. Oh well, they’ll just have to deal with it.
(Rizzo stands up and brings the letter to the fridge, where he hangs it up with a magnet. He looks back at Heidi.)
Rizzo: Start calling real estate agents.
Heidi: Here? We’re selling this house?
Rizzo: Oh, God no. In San Diego. We’re in the market for a West Coast house.
Heidi: This ought to be quite the adventure.
(Rizzo walks into another room out of view of everyone. Heidi turns to Alec.)
Heidi: Fucking hell.
Alec: Indeed.
(And with that, we’re done. Blackness.)