Post by bad guy™ on Jan 10, 2008 20:04:21 GMT -5
[It is noon and Horror is still in bed. He has always been a late sleeper, but he has been going till 2-3 in the morning, then coming back to his hotel room, drunk as all hell since Jessica’s burial two weeks ago to the day. Now today, Horror expected to sleep till 3 to 4 until the show later that day, but Dave Williams was not going to stand for that. The night before, Horror stumbled into his less than luxurious room around 4 in the morning, and just plopped into bed; completely forgetting to lock the door behind him. When Williams saw that Horror was a no-show at the gym, he wanted to go see what was wrong. He realized the door was unlocked. So he went in. However he knew when to bring up Jess, and when not to.]
Williams: Drunk bastard. He should have been up 5 hours ago. Well…..he will be up in about 10 seconds.
[Williams goes snooping around under the sink, and in the utensil drawer. He found a cast iron skillet and a large metal spoon.]
Williams: This oughta teach him. Rise and shine. Hehe…
[Williams starts going to town with the skillet and the spoon, almost instantly waking Horror up. Horror gets so startled that he literally jumped out of his bed.]
“Dave, what the f*** was that about? It is only 6.”
Williams: It is 12:03 you drunk f***. Get dressed and let’s go.
[Horror mumbles something under his breath and shoves Dave out of the room. A minute or two later, Horror locks up, and leaves the hotel room.]
Williams: What’s going on dude?
“I do not know. My brain is still mush from that ambush.”
Williams: Well ya had to get up, and I figured ‘Why not have fun while I’m at it?’
“Glad it was fun for you. Heads up, next town, lock your door.”
Williams: Thanks for the warning. But seriously dude, you have not been the same since Jess was buried. Now I know you loved her, and you are still in the grieving process, but with all this binge drinking, I am worried dude. I would like to have a sober, not to mention living partner in our SuperBrawl match. Why are you, more or less, drinking yourself to an early grave?
“They say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Well maybe some of us are just too sick and tired of being so damn strong. I have seen so much death. So much pain. I have been through more that any other human should have to. First time something like this happened, I started wrestling. Second time, I became somewhat of a motivational speaker. This past time, I could not think of anything else, and I used whatever was closest. And that was it.”
Williams: Oh bullcrap. You talk about how strong you are, but with strength and power comes responsibility. And one of those responsibilities is learning discipline and self control. Jessie dying is just an excuse for you now!..................................I’m sorry, that should not have been said.
[There was an awkward silence for a while. Horror, still a little dizzy walks along the sidewalk with Dave. They eventually come across North Park; a huge public park with trails, kiddy areas, open field, and much more.]
Williams: Yo Shawn, I’ll be right back. Just go sit over there for a minute.
“Alright”
[Horror heads over to the old, cracked wooden bench. But as soon as Horror sits down, he springs back up. Dave is headed back with two baseball mitts and a baseball.]
Williams: Play ball?
“Not for a while, but it would stretch my arm out. Give me a mitt.”
[Horror and Williams get their mitts on and Dave wails the ball. He throws very hard, but to no avail. That ball only want 20 inches tops. Horror goes and grabs the ball.]
“Rusty, are we? Hehe. Let go a little sooner.”
[Horror throws.]
Williams: I knew that.
[Williams gives shifty eyes and throws a perfect ball.]
“Ouch….hard pass….hey, how does it feel to have the week off?”
[Horror throws.]
Williams: Good I guess. Less stress. You’re going against Luther Castle this week, aren’t you?
[Dave throws]
“Yeah, nut it does not bother me. We disposed of those jokers before, and I know I can do it again against Luther, mano e mano."
Williams: Drunk bastard. He should have been up 5 hours ago. Well…..he will be up in about 10 seconds.
[Williams goes snooping around under the sink, and in the utensil drawer. He found a cast iron skillet and a large metal spoon.]
Williams: This oughta teach him. Rise and shine. Hehe…
[Williams starts going to town with the skillet and the spoon, almost instantly waking Horror up. Horror gets so startled that he literally jumped out of his bed.]
“Dave, what the f*** was that about? It is only 6.”
Williams: It is 12:03 you drunk f***. Get dressed and let’s go.
[Horror mumbles something under his breath and shoves Dave out of the room. A minute or two later, Horror locks up, and leaves the hotel room.]
Williams: What’s going on dude?
“I do not know. My brain is still mush from that ambush.”
Williams: Well ya had to get up, and I figured ‘Why not have fun while I’m at it?’
“Glad it was fun for you. Heads up, next town, lock your door.”
Williams: Thanks for the warning. But seriously dude, you have not been the same since Jess was buried. Now I know you loved her, and you are still in the grieving process, but with all this binge drinking, I am worried dude. I would like to have a sober, not to mention living partner in our SuperBrawl match. Why are you, more or less, drinking yourself to an early grave?
“They say what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Well maybe some of us are just too sick and tired of being so damn strong. I have seen so much death. So much pain. I have been through more that any other human should have to. First time something like this happened, I started wrestling. Second time, I became somewhat of a motivational speaker. This past time, I could not think of anything else, and I used whatever was closest. And that was it.”
Williams: Oh bullcrap. You talk about how strong you are, but with strength and power comes responsibility. And one of those responsibilities is learning discipline and self control. Jessie dying is just an excuse for you now!..................................I’m sorry, that should not have been said.
[There was an awkward silence for a while. Horror, still a little dizzy walks along the sidewalk with Dave. They eventually come across North Park; a huge public park with trails, kiddy areas, open field, and much more.]
Williams: Yo Shawn, I’ll be right back. Just go sit over there for a minute.
“Alright”
[Horror heads over to the old, cracked wooden bench. But as soon as Horror sits down, he springs back up. Dave is headed back with two baseball mitts and a baseball.]
Williams: Play ball?
“Not for a while, but it would stretch my arm out. Give me a mitt.”
[Horror and Williams get their mitts on and Dave wails the ball. He throws very hard, but to no avail. That ball only want 20 inches tops. Horror goes and grabs the ball.]
“Rusty, are we? Hehe. Let go a little sooner.”
[Horror throws.]
Williams: I knew that.
[Williams gives shifty eyes and throws a perfect ball.]
“Ouch….hard pass….hey, how does it feel to have the week off?”
[Horror throws.]
Williams: Good I guess. Less stress. You’re going against Luther Castle this week, aren’t you?
[Dave throws]
“Yeah, nut it does not bother me. We disposed of those jokers before, and I know I can do it again against Luther, mano e mano."
OOC: Horrid, I know. I literally had to wait till the last minute. Then I had writers block. But I promise SB will be over the top....for my standerds atleast. So Lee, if you show....then congrats. So say what you guys want....but I
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