Post by RC Tucker on Dec 17, 2016 0:24:05 GMT -5
The scene opens up at a late night shot of the bedroom of RC Tucker and Daisy Rose. RC is upright staring at nothing apparently. Soon Daisy wakes up.
”Love, have you been awake all this time?”
”No, but I have found sleep eluding me recently.”
Daisy sits up and lays her head on his shoulder. ”What is it?”
”Everything and nothing all at once. I just feel like we’ve missed out on opportunities recently. We’ve kinda been spinning our wheels since we won our titles. It’s getting… mundane.”
”Uh oh.” She looks up at him. ”We all know that never ends well. Maybe you need a distraction.”
”Got one in mind love?”
”Well, this is the second Christmas without your mom isn’t it?”
RC blinks a couple times. ”Yea. And you’ve seen the pictures. She was always the one in the Christmas spirit. Even during the first rounds of chemo.”
”What if, after the show, we got our own Christmas traditions going?”
”You got something in mind?”
”Always, but what I’m thinking we can start with…”
She picks herself up and whispers something in his ear. He smirks then groans a little. ”Oh you, hang on aren’t we... supposed to get... some sleep… eventually…”
She pulls the covers over them, giggling.
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The next scene comes up with RC and Daisy in front of the familiar crudely put together Redemption interview stage.
”The time is coming.”
”It’s getting near.”
”The Solstice approaches.”
”It’s practically here.”
”And it's where we, Chaos Love, make our next stand as the tag champs.”
”The first champs ever crowned in Redemption.”
”And it all gets wrapped into a neat little circle with just enough room at the end for a knot. Just like every present that goes under a tree. Only the gifts we bring are not of candy and clothes and baubles that will be forgotten by the time the new year rolls in the following week. Does anyone else notice that by the way? Exactly one week after staying up waiting for a fat man in a suit, people stay up all night to watch balls drop.”
”Or to watch colorful paper shreds fall.”
”Is that what happened to our Monopoly money?” Daisy shrugs. ”Meh whatever. Point is we opened Redemption’s biggest show so far. And we have every intention of closing out the one that will top that with the same outcome.”
”Math time!”
Daisy and RC both roll in a mobile whiteboard. They both grab markers. ”So let’s solve this equation: in terms of big meaningful matches we start with one as we hold the current victory in the match of this type, an elimination match, so we will add to that another one for a clear match advantage. Now who was it specifically that got that victory? Oh yea, she did.” RC points to Daisy who writes another one on the board. ”And she did it by pinning not just one but both of our challengers known colloquially as Rebel Ink so that’s another two. So if we assume all these points are additive to a variable, then we can assume that this variable must be less than or equal to all of these points because, hello, we are still the tag champions.”
”They do hold a victory over us.”
”Hmm, that’s true so perhaps we need to minus one out of the equation. Except, wait, that victory was a count out victory because Rebel Ink couldn’t be bothered to put us back in the ring to actually get a pinfall or submission that would have earned them the titles. No instead they chose to just take something they thought they could use as bragging rights later. No, that’s not worth a full deduction, that’s maybe one-half. And that would probably be giving them credit.”
”So there we have it all written out for you. So simple even a third grader could understand it.”
”It goes like this, Mr and Mrs Graves, grats by the way in case we haven’t said it.” They reach behind the board and pull out a couple cowbells and ring them. ”You are so focused on that one little match where you got your victory over us. A victory on paper. A pyrrhic victory at best because even we can admit we were down. We were done. And you could have easily pulled us back in the ring and claimed what you claim you want, need and deserve so badly. But you didn’t. No you let the clock run out on yourselves and took that as some sign, but what have you shown us since then exactly? The way I see it, you two are losing your edge.”
”Like trying to shave with a dull razor, you aren’t cutting anything, just tugging.”
”You think that just because we had some fun at your expense that we can’t be serious? No, no see that’s where you both are very, very wrong. See, you two, Damon and Aurora, you want the joke to continue. You want us to continue having fun at your expense. Because that’s the only hope you have at possibly winning this match. Look what it took for you to get your almighty one victory over us, but we’ve already established that wasn’t much of a victory.”
”And now, we’ve come back to how it all began.”
”But this time, there isn’t anyone else to be distracted by. Just us versus you, elimination just as it rightfully should. Circle complete. Equation solved. The variable: the tag titles. Rebel Ink, it is long past time for you to realize you can’t play this game, you can only hope to survive it.”
”Love, have you been awake all this time?”
”No, but I have found sleep eluding me recently.”
Daisy sits up and lays her head on his shoulder. ”What is it?”
”Everything and nothing all at once. I just feel like we’ve missed out on opportunities recently. We’ve kinda been spinning our wheels since we won our titles. It’s getting… mundane.”
”Uh oh.” She looks up at him. ”We all know that never ends well. Maybe you need a distraction.”
”Got one in mind love?”
”Well, this is the second Christmas without your mom isn’t it?”
RC blinks a couple times. ”Yea. And you’ve seen the pictures. She was always the one in the Christmas spirit. Even during the first rounds of chemo.”
”What if, after the show, we got our own Christmas traditions going?”
”You got something in mind?”
”Always, but what I’m thinking we can start with…”
She picks herself up and whispers something in his ear. He smirks then groans a little. ”Oh you, hang on aren’t we... supposed to get... some sleep… eventually…”
She pulls the covers over them, giggling.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next scene comes up with RC and Daisy in front of the familiar crudely put together Redemption interview stage.
”The time is coming.”
”It’s getting near.”
”The Solstice approaches.”
”It’s practically here.”
”And it's where we, Chaos Love, make our next stand as the tag champs.”
”The first champs ever crowned in Redemption.”
”And it all gets wrapped into a neat little circle with just enough room at the end for a knot. Just like every present that goes under a tree. Only the gifts we bring are not of candy and clothes and baubles that will be forgotten by the time the new year rolls in the following week. Does anyone else notice that by the way? Exactly one week after staying up waiting for a fat man in a suit, people stay up all night to watch balls drop.”
”Or to watch colorful paper shreds fall.”
”Is that what happened to our Monopoly money?” Daisy shrugs. ”Meh whatever. Point is we opened Redemption’s biggest show so far. And we have every intention of closing out the one that will top that with the same outcome.”
”Math time!”
Daisy and RC both roll in a mobile whiteboard. They both grab markers. ”So let’s solve this equation: in terms of big meaningful matches we start with one as we hold the current victory in the match of this type, an elimination match, so we will add to that another one for a clear match advantage. Now who was it specifically that got that victory? Oh yea, she did.” RC points to Daisy who writes another one on the board. ”And she did it by pinning not just one but both of our challengers known colloquially as Rebel Ink so that’s another two. So if we assume all these points are additive to a variable, then we can assume that this variable must be less than or equal to all of these points because, hello, we are still the tag champions.”
”They do hold a victory over us.”
”Hmm, that’s true so perhaps we need to minus one out of the equation. Except, wait, that victory was a count out victory because Rebel Ink couldn’t be bothered to put us back in the ring to actually get a pinfall or submission that would have earned them the titles. No instead they chose to just take something they thought they could use as bragging rights later. No, that’s not worth a full deduction, that’s maybe one-half. And that would probably be giving them credit.”
”So there we have it all written out for you. So simple even a third grader could understand it.”
”It goes like this, Mr and Mrs Graves, grats by the way in case we haven’t said it.” They reach behind the board and pull out a couple cowbells and ring them. ”You are so focused on that one little match where you got your victory over us. A victory on paper. A pyrrhic victory at best because even we can admit we were down. We were done. And you could have easily pulled us back in the ring and claimed what you claim you want, need and deserve so badly. But you didn’t. No you let the clock run out on yourselves and took that as some sign, but what have you shown us since then exactly? The way I see it, you two are losing your edge.”
”Like trying to shave with a dull razor, you aren’t cutting anything, just tugging.”
”You think that just because we had some fun at your expense that we can’t be serious? No, no see that’s where you both are very, very wrong. See, you two, Damon and Aurora, you want the joke to continue. You want us to continue having fun at your expense. Because that’s the only hope you have at possibly winning this match. Look what it took for you to get your almighty one victory over us, but we’ve already established that wasn’t much of a victory.”
”And now, we’ve come back to how it all began.”
”But this time, there isn’t anyone else to be distracted by. Just us versus you, elimination just as it rightfully should. Circle complete. Equation solved. The variable: the tag titles. Rebel Ink, it is long past time for you to realize you can’t play this game, you can only hope to survive it.”
