Post by Cid Phoenix on Mar 4, 2011 1:03:17 GMT -4
(Cameras catch Cid Phoenix and Danny Crane, as they exit the ARCO Arena in Sacramento, California and await a cab, en route to their hotel, where they will at best try to get several hours of rest before heading en route to Stockholm, Sweden.)
DAN: Hey man... You okay?
CID: Yeah man, it's nothing. I'm fine. Just have a bit of a headache from that damned punt to the head. What the hell happened out there?
DAN: Well, as best as I could tell, we got our asses handed to us. We lost our synch, and never mind about Matt Ward, he got his clocked cleaned just as easily as you or I..
CID: Christ, we need to strategize - you and me together. It was a bad thing teaming with Matt..
DAN: Yeah, no shit! I thought he'd bring his "A" game, but as it turned out all he brought was aspirin for his splitting headache after he drilled with that Ganso Bomb.
CID: Ah, Whatever. Let's just try and focus on happier things like the fact that we finally get to see our friend and brother Droskarr.
DAN: Hey, d'ya think the twins'll be there?
CID: Heidi & Heather? Yeah, I'm sure they will. Kent too..
DAN: Shit. You think he saw this match?
CID: I sure as fuck hope not. He'd be as mad as all hell, if he saw this clusterfuck.
(It is at that precise moment that Cid 's phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket and looks at the number then sighs, as he looks up to the sky and says..)
CID: Oh, Fuck...
(Dan looks over at Cid quizzically.)
DAN: What is it?
(Cid holds the phone's screen up to Dan's face, and Dan recognizes the number.)
DAN: Yep. He saw it.
(Cid exhales before pressing the TALK button. Almost immediately he is met with yelling from the other line.)
CID: Kent, how are you? Yeah, I uh... Oh, heh.. Yeah.. you watched it via satellite..
(Cid throws Dan a look. Dan shakes his head. Cid starts to get frustrated.)
CID: Well, you know... We... (sighs)...We tried, but...
(Cid stops talking and just listens. He purses his lips in anger.)
CID: ...Yes, Sir. We'll report promptly as soon as we land..
(Cid hangs up the telephone. And growls as he shakes his fists in the air. Dan once again, looks at him quizzically.)
DAN: What'd he say?
CID: We report for extensive training as soon as we land. Shit, this is turning out to be a fuckin' nightmare..
(Cid puts the phone away and walks over to the curb, sitting down and rubbing his face. It seems as if frustration is getting the better of him. Dan walks over to sit beside him.)
DAN: Y'know.. Maybe this is what we need.
CID: What a week of hard labour in Sweden at the hands of our trainer? Yeah, 'cause I was soo looking forward to that!
(Dan puts a hand on Cid's shoulder.)
DAN: Cid, we're pretty much green here. No matter what we do, we just can't seem to get an even break. We're not at the level we should be. Hell, d'ya think we would've even needed to team with Matt Ward - a guy who you easily beat your second week in the APW, if we had been at our best? Come on, dude! We're former tag team champions over in Vegas, and not to mention you've won quite a few more titles yourself. It'll only be a matter of time before we get back at the top of out game, and then we can look back and laugh about all this bullshit that we're going through now.
(Cid laughs for a moment.)
CID: Hey, you remember when we wore those masks and went running around pretending to be another tag team, all the while cutting separate promos to make it look as if we were miles away?
(Dan chuckles.)
DAN: Yeah, that was a whole lot of fun.
CID: That's what I mean, Danny.. This all used to be fun! The stupid stunts we'd pull, and the crowd loved us for it. And now, it looks like we're going straight to jobber hell. I dunno... Maybe it's time we just hung it up, and found something else to do..
(Dan smacks Cid in the back of his head. Cid holds his head in pain.)
CID: Ow, you stupid mongoloid! My head damnit!
DAN: That was to smack some sense into your clouded mind. You see our feud with the RSM isn't that important to either of us, when it should be! We train hard and we lift weights, and we practice stepping up all the physical aspects of going into each match, but what about the mental aspect? The spiritual aspect? I think we've lost that, and if anybody can whip us back into mental shape, it's Kent!
CID: Perhaps you're right, my friend. It be nice to sit and talk with Droskarr too!
DAN: Well, he's won almost just as many titles as you have and it'd be nice to hear from someone else outside the box for a change.
CID: Okay, you talked me into keeping the dream alive. Now let's go get some goddamned shut eye, and some fuckin' aspirin for my head!
(Cid grunts as he gets up off of the curb and hails the nearest cab. Danny gets up as well, and as the car parks, and they get in, Danny says..)
DAN: D'ya think Heidi'll make her swedish meatballs?
CID: Mmmmm...with gravy, steak and chicken!
(Dan closes the door, and the cab drives off as the cameras fade out.)
~FIN~
CID:
DAN: Hey man... You okay?
CID: Yeah man, it's nothing. I'm fine. Just have a bit of a headache from that damned punt to the head. What the hell happened out there?
DAN: Well, as best as I could tell, we got our asses handed to us. We lost our synch, and never mind about Matt Ward, he got his clocked cleaned just as easily as you or I..
CID: Christ, we need to strategize - you and me together. It was a bad thing teaming with Matt..
DAN: Yeah, no shit! I thought he'd bring his "A" game, but as it turned out all he brought was aspirin for his splitting headache after he drilled with that Ganso Bomb.
CID: Ah, Whatever. Let's just try and focus on happier things like the fact that we finally get to see our friend and brother Droskarr.
DAN: Hey, d'ya think the twins'll be there?
CID: Heidi & Heather? Yeah, I'm sure they will. Kent too..
DAN: Shit. You think he saw this match?
CID: I sure as fuck hope not. He'd be as mad as all hell, if he saw this clusterfuck.
(It is at that precise moment that Cid 's phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket and looks at the number then sighs, as he looks up to the sky and says..)
CID: Oh, Fuck...
(Dan looks over at Cid quizzically.)
DAN: What is it?
(Cid holds the phone's screen up to Dan's face, and Dan recognizes the number.)
DAN: Yep. He saw it.
(Cid exhales before pressing the TALK button. Almost immediately he is met with yelling from the other line.)
CID: Kent, how are you? Yeah, I uh... Oh, heh.. Yeah.. you watched it via satellite..
(Cid throws Dan a look. Dan shakes his head. Cid starts to get frustrated.)
CID: Well, you know... We... (sighs)...We tried, but...
(Cid stops talking and just listens. He purses his lips in anger.)
CID: ...Yes, Sir. We'll report promptly as soon as we land..
(Cid hangs up the telephone. And growls as he shakes his fists in the air. Dan once again, looks at him quizzically.)
DAN: What'd he say?
CID: We report for extensive training as soon as we land. Shit, this is turning out to be a fuckin' nightmare..
(Cid puts the phone away and walks over to the curb, sitting down and rubbing his face. It seems as if frustration is getting the better of him. Dan walks over to sit beside him.)
DAN: Y'know.. Maybe this is what we need.
CID: What a week of hard labour in Sweden at the hands of our trainer? Yeah, 'cause I was soo looking forward to that!
(Dan puts a hand on Cid's shoulder.)
DAN: Cid, we're pretty much green here. No matter what we do, we just can't seem to get an even break. We're not at the level we should be. Hell, d'ya think we would've even needed to team with Matt Ward - a guy who you easily beat your second week in the APW, if we had been at our best? Come on, dude! We're former tag team champions over in Vegas, and not to mention you've won quite a few more titles yourself. It'll only be a matter of time before we get back at the top of out game, and then we can look back and laugh about all this bullshit that we're going through now.
(Cid laughs for a moment.)
CID: Hey, you remember when we wore those masks and went running around pretending to be another tag team, all the while cutting separate promos to make it look as if we were miles away?
(Dan chuckles.)
DAN: Yeah, that was a whole lot of fun.
CID: That's what I mean, Danny.. This all used to be fun! The stupid stunts we'd pull, and the crowd loved us for it. And now, it looks like we're going straight to jobber hell. I dunno... Maybe it's time we just hung it up, and found something else to do..
(Dan smacks Cid in the back of his head. Cid holds his head in pain.)
CID: Ow, you stupid mongoloid! My head damnit!
DAN: That was to smack some sense into your clouded mind. You see our feud with the RSM isn't that important to either of us, when it should be! We train hard and we lift weights, and we practice stepping up all the physical aspects of going into each match, but what about the mental aspect? The spiritual aspect? I think we've lost that, and if anybody can whip us back into mental shape, it's Kent!
CID: Perhaps you're right, my friend. It be nice to sit and talk with Droskarr too!
DAN: Well, he's won almost just as many titles as you have and it'd be nice to hear from someone else outside the box for a change.
CID: Okay, you talked me into keeping the dream alive. Now let's go get some goddamned shut eye, and some fuckin' aspirin for my head!
(Cid grunts as he gets up off of the curb and hails the nearest cab. Danny gets up as well, and as the car parks, and they get in, Danny says..)
DAN: D'ya think Heidi'll make her swedish meatballs?
CID: Mmmmm...with gravy, steak and chicken!
(Dan closes the door, and the cab drives off as the cameras fade out.)
~FIN~
CID:
