Post by Assassin on Mar 25, 2008 23:47:30 GMT -5
The scene opens up on a not-so-often seen face, that of Crystal's. She's walking through a decent sized apartment, reading a folded piece of paper. It was probably just received in the mail. She squints out of confusion as she enters the bedroom of the apartment. On her bed is a suitcase, open and halfway full of clothes.
Crystal: Honey, who is, Xavier... Kash?
Assassin walks into frame, slipping a hoodie on over his head.
Crystal: And WHY does it look like you plan on leaving?
Assassin smirks, and shrugs as if this was a casual thing.
Assassin: Xavier Kash is my new boss.
Crystal looks a bit taken back at this.
Crystal: Uh, and when did you plan on telling me about this?
Assassin grabs a pair of underwear off the bed, realizes it's Crystal's, and tosses it behind his shoulder.
Assassin: Now, actually. Good timing.
She groans as he shuts his case.
Assassin: What? You've been nagging me about getting in the ring full-time for months. I just got word that CWA has been bought by this Kash dude. He wants me to come and work for him. It's a fresh start. A clean slate! How can I turn down an offer like that down?
Crystal looks back at the sheet of paper.
Crystal: International... Wrestling Federation. International. You're leaving the country again?
Assassin: Big deal! I leave the country all of the time.
Crystal: Exactly! Why can't you ever settle down? When are we going to start a family?
Assassin stops dead in his tracks and looks at his girlfriend wide-eyed.
Crystal: What?
He shakes his head and leaves the room, walking into the main area of the apartment.
Assassin: Have you seen my toothbrush?
Crystal follows him, still looking annoyed.
Crystal: I don't see why you need to go out of country to get a fresh start! You've gotten a call from Linda McMahon. More than once!
Assassin: Yeah, and I could also lose to guys twice my size for a living. Thanks, but no thanks. Besides, do those other guys have Chris James? I think not!
Crystal: What does he have to do with this?
Assassin: Haven't you heard? He called me out.
Crystal: Hear-- I just heard that you booked a flight to England! No I haven't heard that.
Assassin: Well he did! You should of heard what he said about me. Remember that time I pretended to kill you?
Crystal: You did wha--
Assassin: He called me out on that. And so what! So what, if I may have tied a dummy to the top of the Harris Arena and dropped it on it's head and pretended it was you to scare people. What's so crazy about that? Loads of people do that.
Crystal: Um, am I coming with you?
Assassin chuckles.
Assassin: You? England? Wrestling? Anthony Jordan? Get the hell out.
Crystal: He retired!
Assassin: You would know.
Crystal: Oh c'mon! You know that wasn't anything serious. Let me come to IWF with you. I won't get in the way.
Assassin: Will you get kidnapped, though?
Assassin approaches a black leather couch, and begins to dig through the cushions.
Crystal: Oh HA-HA-HA. That's really funny. I get kidnapped three times by egotistical meatheads and you joke about that? I could of been killed one of those three times. Well, no. No I will not get kidnapped this time. Not like you'd do anything about it...
Assassin: GOT IT!
Crystal: What?
Assassin pulls his toothbrush from between the couch cushions. He holds it in the air and grins proudly.
Crystal: Oh my god. That is so gross.
He nods at his achievement and slips the toothbrush into his pocket.
Assassin: Now what were you saying?
She rolls her eyes.
Crystal: Can I go to IWF with you?
Assassin: Fine. On two conditions. You gotta stay at the hotel when I tell you to. And also, stay away from Chris Fame. Forever.
Crystal: NOT. FUNNY.
Assassin: I'm not laughing, sunshine.
He walks behind a counter into the kitchen area, opening the refrigerator. He pulls out a jug that appears to be filled with purple smoothie. He tosses the top of and begins to chug it. After a few gulps he slams it onto a counter and burps.
Assassin: Deeeelicious!
He walks back toward the bedroom, now sporting a purple mustache.
Assassin: I've got a good feeling about this. I get this sensation that things are gonna change! Assassin may finally get what he's been looking for. Maybe I'll be able to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and finally be satisfied with myself.
Crystal: Whatever.
Assassin comes out of the bedroom, rolling his suitcase behind him.
Assassin: Let's go!
Crystal: I haven't packed anything yet!
Assassin: Why not? That camera man has been here for the past two hours. I thought you'd of gotten the message by now.
Crystal slaps herself on the forehead and walks off. Assassin just shrugs as the camera fades away to black.
Crystal: Honey, who is, Xavier... Kash?
Assassin walks into frame, slipping a hoodie on over his head.
Crystal: And WHY does it look like you plan on leaving?
Assassin smirks, and shrugs as if this was a casual thing.
Assassin: Xavier Kash is my new boss.
Crystal looks a bit taken back at this.
Crystal: Uh, and when did you plan on telling me about this?
Assassin grabs a pair of underwear off the bed, realizes it's Crystal's, and tosses it behind his shoulder.
Assassin: Now, actually. Good timing.
She groans as he shuts his case.
Assassin: What? You've been nagging me about getting in the ring full-time for months. I just got word that CWA has been bought by this Kash dude. He wants me to come and work for him. It's a fresh start. A clean slate! How can I turn down an offer like that down?
Crystal looks back at the sheet of paper.
Crystal: International... Wrestling Federation. International. You're leaving the country again?
Assassin: Big deal! I leave the country all of the time.
Crystal: Exactly! Why can't you ever settle down? When are we going to start a family?
Assassin stops dead in his tracks and looks at his girlfriend wide-eyed.
Crystal: What?
He shakes his head and leaves the room, walking into the main area of the apartment.
Assassin: Have you seen my toothbrush?
Crystal follows him, still looking annoyed.
Crystal: I don't see why you need to go out of country to get a fresh start! You've gotten a call from Linda McMahon. More than once!
Assassin: Yeah, and I could also lose to guys twice my size for a living. Thanks, but no thanks. Besides, do those other guys have Chris James? I think not!
Crystal: What does he have to do with this?
Assassin: Haven't you heard? He called me out.
Crystal: Hear-- I just heard that you booked a flight to England! No I haven't heard that.
Assassin: Well he did! You should of heard what he said about me. Remember that time I pretended to kill you?
Crystal: You did wha--
Assassin: He called me out on that. And so what! So what, if I may have tied a dummy to the top of the Harris Arena and dropped it on it's head and pretended it was you to scare people. What's so crazy about that? Loads of people do that.
Crystal: Um, am I coming with you?
Assassin chuckles.
Assassin: You? England? Wrestling? Anthony Jordan? Get the hell out.
Crystal: He retired!
Assassin: You would know.
Crystal: Oh c'mon! You know that wasn't anything serious. Let me come to IWF with you. I won't get in the way.
Assassin: Will you get kidnapped, though?
Assassin approaches a black leather couch, and begins to dig through the cushions.
Crystal: Oh HA-HA-HA. That's really funny. I get kidnapped three times by egotistical meatheads and you joke about that? I could of been killed one of those three times. Well, no. No I will not get kidnapped this time. Not like you'd do anything about it...
Assassin: GOT IT!
Crystal: What?
Assassin pulls his toothbrush from between the couch cushions. He holds it in the air and grins proudly.
Crystal: Oh my god. That is so gross.
He nods at his achievement and slips the toothbrush into his pocket.
Assassin: Now what were you saying?
She rolls her eyes.
Crystal: Can I go to IWF with you?
Assassin: Fine. On two conditions. You gotta stay at the hotel when I tell you to. And also, stay away from Chris Fame. Forever.
Crystal: NOT. FUNNY.
Assassin: I'm not laughing, sunshine.
He walks behind a counter into the kitchen area, opening the refrigerator. He pulls out a jug that appears to be filled with purple smoothie. He tosses the top of and begins to chug it. After a few gulps he slams it onto a counter and burps.
Assassin: Deeeelicious!
He walks back toward the bedroom, now sporting a purple mustache.
Assassin: I've got a good feeling about this. I get this sensation that things are gonna change! Assassin may finally get what he's been looking for. Maybe I'll be able to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and finally be satisfied with myself.
Crystal: Whatever.
Assassin comes out of the bedroom, rolling his suitcase behind him.
Assassin: Let's go!
Crystal: I haven't packed anything yet!
Assassin: Why not? That camera man has been here for the past two hours. I thought you'd of gotten the message by now.
Crystal slaps herself on the forehead and walks off. Assassin just shrugs as the camera fades away to black.
