Post by RC Tucker on Feb 11, 2017 2:17:34 GMT -5
This scene opens up as RC and Daisy get to their hotel room in Yokohama. RC takes three big suitcases into the bedroom while Daisy carries a couple carry ons. She sits on the couch and turns on the TV finding first a martial arts competition which she pays close attention to until the bout time ends…
”God, I miss it all.”
… then switches the channel. It’s a sumo competition. Daisy’s mouth twitches a little. She looks down at her stomach.
”You’re gonna make me look like that just so you know.”
Suddenly RC appears at the threshold. ”Love, where are the bed trays we brought?”
”In the blue suitcase.” RC disappears back into the bedroom but comes out a moment later holding an empty blue suitcase up and a sardonic look on his face. ”The dark blue suitcase.”
”I thought that’s where the training gear was?”
”I put that stuff in the bag with the laptop and stuff.”
”Well, where’s the set then?”
Daisy’s eyes go wide and RC returns the look. He hangs his head a little. ”Babe, I’m sorry I must not have-”
”No. No, no. No, you know why? Because it was getting redundant. It’s time to start mixing things up anyway. We need to start doing things differently.” He moves to the couch and sits down. He pulls her to him as she smiles leaning back on him. ”We’re gonna be a Chaos family. We got stuffs to think about. I mean, we’re gonna have a little one to embarrass pretty soon. We gotta start thinking outside the box here.”
Daisy reaches back petting his cheek lightly. ”You know you’ll be pulling nighttime diaper duty. And daytime for that matter.”
”I’m sure there’s a logic to being graced with the best baby job in existence.”
”Because if it’s a boy, he’s going to piss on you. And if it’s a girl, you’re going to be wrong anyway so you may as well clean up the mess. Besides, I’m already the food factory. I will not be waste disposal too.”
RC wraps his arms around her and she closes her eyes snuggling up to him. ”Then I’ll make you a deal. We’ll go with that, but you have to play all the board games and go on the field trips.”
”Oh how will I survive?” Daisy swoons and busts out laughing.
”I didn’t say it was a punishment. I said was being given the best baby job in the world after all.”
”Dork.”
”You married me.” Daisy rolls her eyes as they watch one sumo toss another a solid three yards. ”You’d be the most beautiful sumo in the world, by the way.”
Daisy scoffs and smacks him lightly. They both giggle as they continue to cuddle and watch TV.
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A webcam shot comes up with RC and Daisy standing in the hotel room, but obviously without the trademarked set.
”Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”
”I’m pretty sure that’s copyrighted love.”
”Oh really? Well what about wherever there's evil, wherever an innocent suffers, there would be-”
”No, that’s probably copyrighted too.”
”Sheesh, all the good lines are always taken. It’s like there can’t be ever any original content anymore.”
”Blame the Simpsons.”
”Oh sure after they predicted the election and the Super Bowl. Even real life is starting to imitate art now. Can we have a moment of silence for the death of creativity? Okay moment’s up. That’s how quickly everyone has lost their way in this art form called a business. If you haven’t become a Da Vinci or a Picasso in it yet, then you are probably a Van Gogh. Yea let’s see some kid make that comparison-” Daisy covers RC’s mouth quickly where he “shouts” what are clearly several expletives before moving her hand away. ”But that isn’t even the worst part. The worst of it is the laxation.”
”Now that’s a REAL personal problem.”
”Sorry, but the Chaos Pseudo Show is unable to assist with overactive bladders, bowel movements or fibromyalgia. If you are experiencing these symptoms, please, please if you are Randall Kash or Anton Chase report to the ring for your free ass kicking with purchase of your medicine.”
”The rest of you should probably see a doctor before it gets worse.”
”I prescribe a good dose of White Tiger. HACHA! No it is not the newest strain of medical marijuana, I don’t deal in green. I don’t even have green. Seriously the bank account is always so empty. Where was I? Oh yea, Kash and Chase. Two guys who have been around the block. More than once, twice if you take into account the intersecting lines of fate that brought them here, but why should any of that matter? Pst, here’s a hint: it doesn’t. I mean really how do you come out every damn time with the ring veteran argument and then look at someone like me who’s been in it for about as long as either of them and shrug it off. I don’t have Anton’s ‘passion’ or Kash’s ‘anger’. You know what I got? A pocketful of posies.”
He indeed pulls out of his pocket a bunch of posies. He hands them to Daisy who takes them and begins to pull the petals off one at a time.
”Arrogance never defined me. I was never the upstart or the blue chipper. I was that guy that everyone looked at and was told I didn’t know what I was getting into. That I would always come up on the short end of the stick. We all know how this story plays out by the way so I won’t bore you with the anticlimactic ending. What I will inform you of is that Anton and Kash both have very critical weaknesses. They are zealous.”
”And not the kind where you watch your crush being taken to a Valentine’s Day movie.”
”That would be “J” without the “Z”. I’m all for dedication though, but these guys have a dangerously ridiculously whoa mama level of it. Ball this into your funnel boys because it all comes down to the fact that I don’t see this as a job. You two walk those aisles and you step on that canvas because you have to. I don’t go out there each time and expect an easy-peezy piece of Pez candy cakewalk for a match. I didn’t go through three glass tables and spend an hour and a half getting shards pulled out of me because I had to. I didn’t fight in a masked battle royal only to fall on my face with my feet on the apron because I had to. I didn’t turn my spine into an accordion jumping off a cage and have experimental surgery to repair it a year later because I had to. I did all of it because I want to. Because I enjoy going out there and putting on the show that puts jaws on the floor and minds out of heads every time.
“The difference between these two and me, they have to make it their business to be out there and do something lest their names be swept away by the new breed. This West Coast Genesis thing that’s getting started as an example. I want to be out there. If I get hurt or I get blown away by the storm, it doesn’t matter because I wanted to be there at that moment. A little YOLO maybe, is that still a relevant thing?”
”Copyrighted. The jaws on the floor thing is still in deliberation too. I’ll let you know when the lawyers call.”
”Bah, you do one little spiff job and they hang you from the oak tree. But let’s pretend for a second that we are all real here, that Anton and Kash are as good as they say is a given and that I am the wild child’s wild card is a given. If you two honestly think there’s a spot for you at the top of that mountain all shiny and gold and ushering in your arrival, allow me to break that illusion with a little bit of Chaos. It’s all a mirage and what you are really heading for is a cliff. And because you have climbed so high, you have even further to fall. Now me, I stay comfy and wait for the real opportunities to present themselves. It takes the truly insane mind to appreciate the niceties and subtleties that go along with a good dosing of reality.” He indicates to Daisy who is pulling the last petal off, letting it float softly to the floor. ”So that will be the check you’ll both cash at Glory because, Randall and Anton, for you two, it’s Endgame.”
”God, I miss it all.”
… then switches the channel. It’s a sumo competition. Daisy’s mouth twitches a little. She looks down at her stomach.
”You’re gonna make me look like that just so you know.”
Suddenly RC appears at the threshold. ”Love, where are the bed trays we brought?”
”In the blue suitcase.” RC disappears back into the bedroom but comes out a moment later holding an empty blue suitcase up and a sardonic look on his face. ”The dark blue suitcase.”
”I thought that’s where the training gear was?”
”I put that stuff in the bag with the laptop and stuff.”
”Well, where’s the set then?”
Daisy’s eyes go wide and RC returns the look. He hangs his head a little. ”Babe, I’m sorry I must not have-”
”No. No, no. No, you know why? Because it was getting redundant. It’s time to start mixing things up anyway. We need to start doing things differently.” He moves to the couch and sits down. He pulls her to him as she smiles leaning back on him. ”We’re gonna be a Chaos family. We got stuffs to think about. I mean, we’re gonna have a little one to embarrass pretty soon. We gotta start thinking outside the box here.”
Daisy reaches back petting his cheek lightly. ”You know you’ll be pulling nighttime diaper duty. And daytime for that matter.”
”I’m sure there’s a logic to being graced with the best baby job in existence.”
”Because if it’s a boy, he’s going to piss on you. And if it’s a girl, you’re going to be wrong anyway so you may as well clean up the mess. Besides, I’m already the food factory. I will not be waste disposal too.”
RC wraps his arms around her and she closes her eyes snuggling up to him. ”Then I’ll make you a deal. We’ll go with that, but you have to play all the board games and go on the field trips.”
”Oh how will I survive?” Daisy swoons and busts out laughing.
”I didn’t say it was a punishment. I said was being given the best baby job in the world after all.”
”Dork.”
”You married me.” Daisy rolls her eyes as they watch one sumo toss another a solid three yards. ”You’d be the most beautiful sumo in the world, by the way.”
Daisy scoffs and smacks him lightly. They both giggle as they continue to cuddle and watch TV.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A webcam shot comes up with RC and Daisy standing in the hotel room, but obviously without the trademarked set.
”Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.”
”I’m pretty sure that’s copyrighted love.”
”Oh really? Well what about wherever there's evil, wherever an innocent suffers, there would be-”
”No, that’s probably copyrighted too.”
”Sheesh, all the good lines are always taken. It’s like there can’t be ever any original content anymore.”
”Blame the Simpsons.”
”Oh sure after they predicted the election and the Super Bowl. Even real life is starting to imitate art now. Can we have a moment of silence for the death of creativity? Okay moment’s up. That’s how quickly everyone has lost their way in this art form called a business. If you haven’t become a Da Vinci or a Picasso in it yet, then you are probably a Van Gogh. Yea let’s see some kid make that comparison-” Daisy covers RC’s mouth quickly where he “shouts” what are clearly several expletives before moving her hand away. ”But that isn’t even the worst part. The worst of it is the laxation.”
”Now that’s a REAL personal problem.”
”Sorry, but the Chaos Pseudo Show is unable to assist with overactive bladders, bowel movements or fibromyalgia. If you are experiencing these symptoms, please, please if you are Randall Kash or Anton Chase report to the ring for your free ass kicking with purchase of your medicine.”
”The rest of you should probably see a doctor before it gets worse.”
”I prescribe a good dose of White Tiger. HACHA! No it is not the newest strain of medical marijuana, I don’t deal in green. I don’t even have green. Seriously the bank account is always so empty. Where was I? Oh yea, Kash and Chase. Two guys who have been around the block. More than once, twice if you take into account the intersecting lines of fate that brought them here, but why should any of that matter? Pst, here’s a hint: it doesn’t. I mean really how do you come out every damn time with the ring veteran argument and then look at someone like me who’s been in it for about as long as either of them and shrug it off. I don’t have Anton’s ‘passion’ or Kash’s ‘anger’. You know what I got? A pocketful of posies.”
He indeed pulls out of his pocket a bunch of posies. He hands them to Daisy who takes them and begins to pull the petals off one at a time.
”Arrogance never defined me. I was never the upstart or the blue chipper. I was that guy that everyone looked at and was told I didn’t know what I was getting into. That I would always come up on the short end of the stick. We all know how this story plays out by the way so I won’t bore you with the anticlimactic ending. What I will inform you of is that Anton and Kash both have very critical weaknesses. They are zealous.”
”And not the kind where you watch your crush being taken to a Valentine’s Day movie.”
”That would be “J” without the “Z”. I’m all for dedication though, but these guys have a dangerously ridiculously whoa mama level of it. Ball this into your funnel boys because it all comes down to the fact that I don’t see this as a job. You two walk those aisles and you step on that canvas because you have to. I don’t go out there each time and expect an easy-peezy piece of Pez candy cakewalk for a match. I didn’t go through three glass tables and spend an hour and a half getting shards pulled out of me because I had to. I didn’t fight in a masked battle royal only to fall on my face with my feet on the apron because I had to. I didn’t turn my spine into an accordion jumping off a cage and have experimental surgery to repair it a year later because I had to. I did all of it because I want to. Because I enjoy going out there and putting on the show that puts jaws on the floor and minds out of heads every time.
“The difference between these two and me, they have to make it their business to be out there and do something lest their names be swept away by the new breed. This West Coast Genesis thing that’s getting started as an example. I want to be out there. If I get hurt or I get blown away by the storm, it doesn’t matter because I wanted to be there at that moment. A little YOLO maybe, is that still a relevant thing?”
”Copyrighted. The jaws on the floor thing is still in deliberation too. I’ll let you know when the lawyers call.”
”Bah, you do one little spiff job and they hang you from the oak tree. But let’s pretend for a second that we are all real here, that Anton and Kash are as good as they say is a given and that I am the wild child’s wild card is a given. If you two honestly think there’s a spot for you at the top of that mountain all shiny and gold and ushering in your arrival, allow me to break that illusion with a little bit of Chaos. It’s all a mirage and what you are really heading for is a cliff. And because you have climbed so high, you have even further to fall. Now me, I stay comfy and wait for the real opportunities to present themselves. It takes the truly insane mind to appreciate the niceties and subtleties that go along with a good dosing of reality.” He indicates to Daisy who is pulling the last petal off, letting it float softly to the floor. ”So that will be the check you’ll both cash at Glory because, Randall and Anton, for you two, it’s Endgame.”
