Post by Craven on Dec 18, 2014 18:41:13 GMT -6
Rolling down the street in his car, Craven turns on the voice recorder and pops a pill as he watches the building fly passed his windows.
Craven: You know, I was willing to be nice about this. Just sit back and wait for the match, like I was asked to do by the man in charge. I wasn’t gonna mention anything about past jobs or anything because you’d finally stopped yammering about that. I was just gonna go on and...
He shakes his head as he looks up at the voice recorder.
Craven: But you’re a fucking retard and I can’t take it anymore! You’re so far up your own ass that you think you can just say anything and it doesn’t matter how stupid or flat out wrong it is, you’re just so fucking clever that it’ll work even if the idea itself was stupid to begin with. First off, this whole knight thing…
He sighs heavily, popping a pill to try and calm down.
Craven: The Sin City Knights are called that because they started out as a pimp and his security man providing night services for ready and willing adults in Las Vegas, Nevada and the pimp’s name is Knight. Normally, I’d just assume somebody would get it but because you pretty much disprove that theory every time you open your mouth, I suppose it now needs to be spelled out for you. See, it’s a…
He pauses to take a deep breath before speaking ever so slowly.
Craven: Pullllay…
He nods, and takes another deep breath to again speak slowly.
Craven: ooooon…
Taking a third deep breath, he continues speaking slower than normal.
Craven: Weeeeerrrrds…
Craven shakes his head and pops another pill.
Craven: Las Vegas is nicknamed “Sin City” and the words “night” as in night time and “knight” as in knight of the round table or Vega Knight, are homonyms, they sound the same. Therefore, in a moment of Vega’s more stoned “genius,” he and Fraser decided to call themselves the Sin City Knights. Only two people who have EVER been members of the Sin City Knights have called themselves “protector” and neither Vega or I were those two. Fraser Freeman called himself “The Protector” because he was working security and I guess that’s what he saw himself as since he was the resident fixer and then Quentin Sharpe called himself that as well because he was coming in to help Fraser and then to replace Fraser. I am not now, nor have I ever been one to call myself that because I know, shit happens.
He rubs his lips, glances down at his pill bottle but chooses to wait for a second.
Craven: Now I could remind everybody about the time you didn’t know Skylar worked as a prostitute when it such common knowledge that Lacey Roberts, Bob Brooks and Pauly O’Connor had all inquired about her services before you asked her why she was hanging with Vega, her boss, or how you went from questioning what I was doing there and giving me a chance to be out of it right before you picked the one active prostitute working for Vega that would guarantee I wouldn’t step aside, but please, let’s just cut the bullshit with Sang Real and you giving a good goddamn about anyone but yourself. If you really cared about Connor and Gabriel, you wouldn’t have dropped them after one, count it, ONE, group match where they lost because you threw them to the wolves! Nobody sidestepped their challenge, they got a match with the Sin City Knights and they got beat, just like every other match they were ever in where they didn’t cheat. The plain fact is Sang Real, while talented, sucked out loud as wrestlers and got exactly what they earned and proved they deserved, which is to say, absolutely nothing!
He makes a turn and sighs heavily again.
Craven: They talked a huge game but whenever they got in there with anybody, anybody at all, they went down faster than one of Vega’s workers when they’ve just been handed a fistful of Benjamins! And you can talk all you want about nobody giving you any respect and how you deserve better, but the sad truth is Kyle, no you don’t and you never have! Oliver went out of his way to protect you when you first got here and handed you the undertitle on a silver platter and all you did with it was prove you never deserved it in the first place! People talk about how Amy Zing got her championship when she had a losing record but has anybody had the balls to take it from her since? No they have not and that’s because Amy went out and proved she had something that you don’t! That little girl had more balls inside her as a virgin than you have right now and it’s not like yours are growing any fucking faster! If you’d had any balls at all you’d have never touched Stephanie or Maria, you’d have done what Joshua and the Children do and attacked wrestlers who can fight back and you wouldn’t have given up on your apocalyptic battle just because you didn’t get the attention you wanted right away. You’d have manned up, walked your happy ass into that fight and proved us all wrong but instead, you pussied out and then demanded to know why nobody respected you!
He pops another pill and just shakes his head in disgust.
Craven: Ragnarok could have been just what the doctor ordered for all three of you but like everything there has ever been shown about you, you were all talk, all bullshit, and no actual go! So here you are, one pay-per-view later, Ragnarok is nothing but a joke, a fart dissipated in a high wind and punchline for what not to do while the Children of Nephilim are still seen as a threat because they engage more than just empty words! Sang Real are the sad, forgotten big mouths who never amounted to a fucking thing and you are even sadder because you’re the fucker who gets touted as a big fucking deal and then turns out to be a bigger disappointment than if Michael Bay and M. Night Shyamalan decided to collaborate and the movie actually got made!
He pulls into a parking lot and turns off the car.
Craven: You’re not a legend, you’re not a star, you’re not a monster, you’re not a king, fuck, right now you’re barely even a hasbeen, you’re a whiner, a bitcher, a moaner and a complainer who is living off shit he did years ago because he can’t seem to grasp that he actually needs to put forth effort now and again if he wants people to think he’s not just another name to be forgotten! And just for your information, yes, Jeszika Gautier was reinstated on the last show, she’s keeping the championship and if you’d only paid attention for a few minutes, you wouldn’t have had to guess that she being the champion still was the case! It’s like you got here and aged sixty years and suddenly came down with Alzheimer’s in the middle of telling everyone how good you were in the good old days when every show was sold out, jam-packed to the rafters and you were the glorious main event, kicking ass and taking names on everybody in sight! Well, those days are long gone Kyle, and here I am, a twenty-two year-old rookie, saying if this is the best you can do, I don’t wanna know what it looks like when you think you’re having a bad day because I’ve never seen you have a good one! On Sunday, I either prove you right and let you prance around the place babbling incoherently or I prove you wrong and show “the Once & Future King” never had a claim to the throne in the first place and the only legend, is the smell that came after you went to the bathroom last night!
He turns off the recorder and walks into his home where he finds Skylar sitting on the couch. He’s just joined her there when their friend and “sister” Brittany walks into the room.
Brittany Conway: Rick, can I…
She shakes her head and starts to turn out of the room.
Brittany Conway: No, it’s stupid. I’ll…
She starts out, looking flustered.
Brittany Conway: I’ll just leave you alone.
Craven stands up, Skylar still sitting on the couch next to where he used to be.
Craven: Brittany, what’s wrong?
She stops by the door, pausing, visibly unsure of herself. Skylar turns to look at her.
Skylar Hansen: You can tell us anything at all Britt. You know that right?
Brittany nods slowly, still not looking at them.
Brittany Conway: You work for Vega, right?
Craven nods.
Craven: I do, yes.
Brittany takes a deep breath.
Brittany Conway: And you’re working to keep us safe now?
Craven nods again.
Craven: Yeah…
Brittany still finds herself unable to turn and face them.
Skylar Hansen: Are you worried about someone at work? Did someone hurt you?
Brittany shakes her head.
Brittany Conway: No, not since… that night...
Skylar Hansen: What's wrong Britt. You can tell us.
Brittany starts to softly cry.
Brittany Conway: I tried to go back to work this week. I tried to… but they all just looked at me like they knew. Like I was damaged…
She starts sobbing.
Brittany Conway: Like I was some sort of freak!
Skylar Hansen: Who looked at you like that?
Brittany tries to calm herself but fails miserably.
Brittany Conway: Some of the customers, a couple of the guards…
She shakes her head.
Brittany Conway: They didn’t want me anymore…
Skylar Hansen: All the girls who work in that place are damaged in one way or another, Britt. It's why most of us work there.
Brittany starts to nod but finds her legs starting to go week. Craven rushes in to catch her and then helps her to the couch with Skylar.
Craven: Don’t worry about them…
Brittany shakes her head, still crying as she sits between Craven and Skylar.
Brittany Conway: What if I go back tomorrow and it happens again? I ended up working in the office some today instead of the floor. Vega might decide he doesn’t need me anymore…
Skylar Hansen: He won't, I'll make sure of it.
Brittany frowns through her tears.
Brittany Conway: How?
Craven takes his right hand and rubs it across her right shoulder and upper arm.
Craven: We’ll think of something, Brittany.
She nods slowly.
Brittany Conway: Are you fighting that Travis guy because of me?
Craven stares into her eyes for a second and then nods.
Craven: Yes.
Brittany looks like she might freak all over again.
Brittany Conway: So if you get hurt, it’s my fault?
Craven quickly hugs her, holding her to his chest like he would a small child.
Craven: No, Honey… none of it is your fault.
Skylar Hansen: Hun, we fight for a living, if we get hurt, its only the fault of us and our opponents.
Brittany looks back Skylar, tears still streaming down her face.
Brittany Conway: You're sure?
Skylar nods.
Skylar Hansen: We choose to be part of a violent sport. Getting hurt just comes with the job.
Brittany nods, sitting up and then hugging Skylar the same way she hugged Craven.
Brittany Conway: Nobody’s ever done things for me before…
Skylar Hansen: You're family, Britt, true family sticks together.
Brittany starts crying harder.
Brittany Conway: I love you guys…
Craven smiles.
Craven: Don’t you worry about the match. Kyle Travis has been asking for it for a while, it’s not your fault at all. As for at work, you’re gonna be ok, Brittany. I saw some guys who were practically drooling over you.
Brittany looks up hopefully.
Brittany Conway: You… you did?
Craven nods.
Craven: I did.
Skylar Hansen: Rock that booty Britt, they will and do love you.
Craven nods.
Craven: Maybe you should do a dance bit with Cindy.
Brittany looks up, her voice small but hopeful.
Brittany Conway: You think she would?
Skylar Hansen: That would be awesome to see! You're welcome to dance with me, whenever I come back.
Brittany Conway: Really?!!?
Skylar Hansen: Of course, dark and red, they'll love us!
Craven nods.
Craven: Throw in Cindy and there’s the Baskin Robbins flavor of hot chicks buffet!
Skylar Hansen: Now that is something everyone would pay to see for sure!
Craven nods his agreement.
Craven: I know I would… if I didn’t work there and basically get to see it for free.
Brittany beams.
Brittany Conway: You would?
Skylar Hansen: I'd pay to see it too, if I wasn’t part of it.
Brittany pauses and then nods.
Brittany Conway: Me too…
Skylar Hansen: Maybe one day, we need to hit up a strip club and observe together Britt.
Brittany stares at her.
Brittany Conway: I… wouldn’t know what to do on that side of the stage.
Skylar Hansen: Just watch, and enjoy, that’s about it.
Brittany nods happily.
Brittany Conway: I’d like that…
She wipes the tears from her eyes and stands up. She glances at the clock and gasps.
Brittany Conway: God, I’ve taken up so much of your together time, I’m sorry…
Skylar Hansen: No problem, we've got all the time in the world to be alone together.
Brittany’s eyes narrow.
Brittany Conway: Huh?
Her gaze falls to the ring on Skylar’s finger and she nods, shaking her head and feeling stupid.
Brittany Conway: Oh, right, God, I’m stupid… I’m sorry.
She turns and walks out of the room leaving Craven and Skylar alone.
Craven: I don’t know which was sadder, her guilt over Kyle Travis or that her sense of self worth is totally tied up in who wants to fuck her.
Skylar Hansen: She's a girl, its how a lot of them are. They place all their bets on how many men look at them. Once wired that way, it’s hard to see the world any other way.
Craven nods.
Craven: I know, it’s just…
He shakes his head sadly.
Craven: We gotta find a way to make sure she knows, no matter what happens, it’s not her fault.
Skylar Hansen: I wish I knew how.
Craven: Do you feel like that?
Skylar shakes her head.
Craven: You’re sure?
She nods.
Skylar Hansen: Totally.
Craven nods.
Craven: Good... I love you, Skadi.
Skylar Hansen: Love you too, Rick.
Craven: You know, I was willing to be nice about this. Just sit back and wait for the match, like I was asked to do by the man in charge. I wasn’t gonna mention anything about past jobs or anything because you’d finally stopped yammering about that. I was just gonna go on and...
He shakes his head as he looks up at the voice recorder.
Craven: But you’re a fucking retard and I can’t take it anymore! You’re so far up your own ass that you think you can just say anything and it doesn’t matter how stupid or flat out wrong it is, you’re just so fucking clever that it’ll work even if the idea itself was stupid to begin with. First off, this whole knight thing…
He sighs heavily, popping a pill to try and calm down.
Craven: The Sin City Knights are called that because they started out as a pimp and his security man providing night services for ready and willing adults in Las Vegas, Nevada and the pimp’s name is Knight. Normally, I’d just assume somebody would get it but because you pretty much disprove that theory every time you open your mouth, I suppose it now needs to be spelled out for you. See, it’s a…
He pauses to take a deep breath before speaking ever so slowly.
Craven: Pullllay…
He nods, and takes another deep breath to again speak slowly.
Craven: ooooon…
Taking a third deep breath, he continues speaking slower than normal.
Craven: Weeeeerrrrds…
Craven shakes his head and pops another pill.
Craven: Las Vegas is nicknamed “Sin City” and the words “night” as in night time and “knight” as in knight of the round table or Vega Knight, are homonyms, they sound the same. Therefore, in a moment of Vega’s more stoned “genius,” he and Fraser decided to call themselves the Sin City Knights. Only two people who have EVER been members of the Sin City Knights have called themselves “protector” and neither Vega or I were those two. Fraser Freeman called himself “The Protector” because he was working security and I guess that’s what he saw himself as since he was the resident fixer and then Quentin Sharpe called himself that as well because he was coming in to help Fraser and then to replace Fraser. I am not now, nor have I ever been one to call myself that because I know, shit happens.
He rubs his lips, glances down at his pill bottle but chooses to wait for a second.
Craven: Now I could remind everybody about the time you didn’t know Skylar worked as a prostitute when it such common knowledge that Lacey Roberts, Bob Brooks and Pauly O’Connor had all inquired about her services before you asked her why she was hanging with Vega, her boss, or how you went from questioning what I was doing there and giving me a chance to be out of it right before you picked the one active prostitute working for Vega that would guarantee I wouldn’t step aside, but please, let’s just cut the bullshit with Sang Real and you giving a good goddamn about anyone but yourself. If you really cared about Connor and Gabriel, you wouldn’t have dropped them after one, count it, ONE, group match where they lost because you threw them to the wolves! Nobody sidestepped their challenge, they got a match with the Sin City Knights and they got beat, just like every other match they were ever in where they didn’t cheat. The plain fact is Sang Real, while talented, sucked out loud as wrestlers and got exactly what they earned and proved they deserved, which is to say, absolutely nothing!
He makes a turn and sighs heavily again.
Craven: They talked a huge game but whenever they got in there with anybody, anybody at all, they went down faster than one of Vega’s workers when they’ve just been handed a fistful of Benjamins! And you can talk all you want about nobody giving you any respect and how you deserve better, but the sad truth is Kyle, no you don’t and you never have! Oliver went out of his way to protect you when you first got here and handed you the undertitle on a silver platter and all you did with it was prove you never deserved it in the first place! People talk about how Amy Zing got her championship when she had a losing record but has anybody had the balls to take it from her since? No they have not and that’s because Amy went out and proved she had something that you don’t! That little girl had more balls inside her as a virgin than you have right now and it’s not like yours are growing any fucking faster! If you’d had any balls at all you’d have never touched Stephanie or Maria, you’d have done what Joshua and the Children do and attacked wrestlers who can fight back and you wouldn’t have given up on your apocalyptic battle just because you didn’t get the attention you wanted right away. You’d have manned up, walked your happy ass into that fight and proved us all wrong but instead, you pussied out and then demanded to know why nobody respected you!
He pops another pill and just shakes his head in disgust.
Craven: Ragnarok could have been just what the doctor ordered for all three of you but like everything there has ever been shown about you, you were all talk, all bullshit, and no actual go! So here you are, one pay-per-view later, Ragnarok is nothing but a joke, a fart dissipated in a high wind and punchline for what not to do while the Children of Nephilim are still seen as a threat because they engage more than just empty words! Sang Real are the sad, forgotten big mouths who never amounted to a fucking thing and you are even sadder because you’re the fucker who gets touted as a big fucking deal and then turns out to be a bigger disappointment than if Michael Bay and M. Night Shyamalan decided to collaborate and the movie actually got made!
He pulls into a parking lot and turns off the car.
Craven: You’re not a legend, you’re not a star, you’re not a monster, you’re not a king, fuck, right now you’re barely even a hasbeen, you’re a whiner, a bitcher, a moaner and a complainer who is living off shit he did years ago because he can’t seem to grasp that he actually needs to put forth effort now and again if he wants people to think he’s not just another name to be forgotten! And just for your information, yes, Jeszika Gautier was reinstated on the last show, she’s keeping the championship and if you’d only paid attention for a few minutes, you wouldn’t have had to guess that she being the champion still was the case! It’s like you got here and aged sixty years and suddenly came down with Alzheimer’s in the middle of telling everyone how good you were in the good old days when every show was sold out, jam-packed to the rafters and you were the glorious main event, kicking ass and taking names on everybody in sight! Well, those days are long gone Kyle, and here I am, a twenty-two year-old rookie, saying if this is the best you can do, I don’t wanna know what it looks like when you think you’re having a bad day because I’ve never seen you have a good one! On Sunday, I either prove you right and let you prance around the place babbling incoherently or I prove you wrong and show “the Once & Future King” never had a claim to the throne in the first place and the only legend, is the smell that came after you went to the bathroom last night!
He turns off the recorder and walks into his home where he finds Skylar sitting on the couch. He’s just joined her there when their friend and “sister” Brittany walks into the room.
Brittany Conway: Rick, can I…
She shakes her head and starts to turn out of the room.
Brittany Conway: No, it’s stupid. I’ll…
She starts out, looking flustered.
Brittany Conway: I’ll just leave you alone.
Craven stands up, Skylar still sitting on the couch next to where he used to be.
Craven: Brittany, what’s wrong?
She stops by the door, pausing, visibly unsure of herself. Skylar turns to look at her.
Skylar Hansen: You can tell us anything at all Britt. You know that right?
Brittany nods slowly, still not looking at them.
Brittany Conway: You work for Vega, right?
Craven nods.
Craven: I do, yes.
Brittany takes a deep breath.
Brittany Conway: And you’re working to keep us safe now?
Craven nods again.
Craven: Yeah…
Brittany still finds herself unable to turn and face them.
Skylar Hansen: Are you worried about someone at work? Did someone hurt you?
Brittany shakes her head.
Brittany Conway: No, not since… that night...
Skylar Hansen: What's wrong Britt. You can tell us.
Brittany starts to softly cry.
Brittany Conway: I tried to go back to work this week. I tried to… but they all just looked at me like they knew. Like I was damaged…
She starts sobbing.
Brittany Conway: Like I was some sort of freak!
Skylar Hansen: Who looked at you like that?
Brittany tries to calm herself but fails miserably.
Brittany Conway: Some of the customers, a couple of the guards…
She shakes her head.
Brittany Conway: They didn’t want me anymore…
Skylar Hansen: All the girls who work in that place are damaged in one way or another, Britt. It's why most of us work there.
Brittany starts to nod but finds her legs starting to go week. Craven rushes in to catch her and then helps her to the couch with Skylar.
Craven: Don’t worry about them…
Brittany shakes her head, still crying as she sits between Craven and Skylar.
Brittany Conway: What if I go back tomorrow and it happens again? I ended up working in the office some today instead of the floor. Vega might decide he doesn’t need me anymore…
Skylar Hansen: He won't, I'll make sure of it.
Brittany frowns through her tears.
Brittany Conway: How?
Craven takes his right hand and rubs it across her right shoulder and upper arm.
Craven: We’ll think of something, Brittany.
She nods slowly.
Brittany Conway: Are you fighting that Travis guy because of me?
Craven stares into her eyes for a second and then nods.
Craven: Yes.
Brittany looks like she might freak all over again.
Brittany Conway: So if you get hurt, it’s my fault?
Craven quickly hugs her, holding her to his chest like he would a small child.
Craven: No, Honey… none of it is your fault.
Skylar Hansen: Hun, we fight for a living, if we get hurt, its only the fault of us and our opponents.
Brittany looks back Skylar, tears still streaming down her face.
Brittany Conway: You're sure?
Skylar nods.
Skylar Hansen: We choose to be part of a violent sport. Getting hurt just comes with the job.
Brittany nods, sitting up and then hugging Skylar the same way she hugged Craven.
Brittany Conway: Nobody’s ever done things for me before…
Skylar Hansen: You're family, Britt, true family sticks together.
Brittany starts crying harder.
Brittany Conway: I love you guys…
Craven smiles.
Craven: Don’t you worry about the match. Kyle Travis has been asking for it for a while, it’s not your fault at all. As for at work, you’re gonna be ok, Brittany. I saw some guys who were practically drooling over you.
Brittany looks up hopefully.
Brittany Conway: You… you did?
Craven nods.
Craven: I did.
Skylar Hansen: Rock that booty Britt, they will and do love you.
Craven nods.
Craven: Maybe you should do a dance bit with Cindy.
Brittany looks up, her voice small but hopeful.
Brittany Conway: You think she would?
Skylar Hansen: That would be awesome to see! You're welcome to dance with me, whenever I come back.
Brittany Conway: Really?!!?
Skylar Hansen: Of course, dark and red, they'll love us!
Craven nods.
Craven: Throw in Cindy and there’s the Baskin Robbins flavor of hot chicks buffet!
Skylar Hansen: Now that is something everyone would pay to see for sure!
Craven nods his agreement.
Craven: I know I would… if I didn’t work there and basically get to see it for free.
Brittany beams.
Brittany Conway: You would?
Skylar Hansen: I'd pay to see it too, if I wasn’t part of it.
Brittany pauses and then nods.
Brittany Conway: Me too…
Skylar Hansen: Maybe one day, we need to hit up a strip club and observe together Britt.
Brittany stares at her.
Brittany Conway: I… wouldn’t know what to do on that side of the stage.
Skylar Hansen: Just watch, and enjoy, that’s about it.
Brittany nods happily.
Brittany Conway: I’d like that…
She wipes the tears from her eyes and stands up. She glances at the clock and gasps.
Brittany Conway: God, I’ve taken up so much of your together time, I’m sorry…
Skylar Hansen: No problem, we've got all the time in the world to be alone together.
Brittany’s eyes narrow.
Brittany Conway: Huh?
Her gaze falls to the ring on Skylar’s finger and she nods, shaking her head and feeling stupid.
Brittany Conway: Oh, right, God, I’m stupid… I’m sorry.
She turns and walks out of the room leaving Craven and Skylar alone.
Craven: I don’t know which was sadder, her guilt over Kyle Travis or that her sense of self worth is totally tied up in who wants to fuck her.
Skylar Hansen: She's a girl, its how a lot of them are. They place all their bets on how many men look at them. Once wired that way, it’s hard to see the world any other way.
Craven nods.
Craven: I know, it’s just…
He shakes his head sadly.
Craven: We gotta find a way to make sure she knows, no matter what happens, it’s not her fault.
Skylar Hansen: I wish I knew how.
Craven: Do you feel like that?
Skylar shakes her head.
Craven: You’re sure?
She nods.
Skylar Hansen: Totally.
Craven nods.
Craven: Good... I love you, Skadi.
Skylar Hansen: Love you too, Rick.
