Post by Zane Story on May 16, 2017 10:31:12 GMT -5
(We open up inside a bright entrance way of a giant home. The banisters spiraled into the ceiling and the red velvet like carpet made it look like a scene out of a story book. Tall marble pillars dot the long wide hall way and the reflection off the floor makes it look as though it was wet. Zane story stood on that floor in a pair of runners, baggy blue jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt. Out of the three buttons on the top of the shirt two were undone, his short hair looked styled and he bore his ever stylish smirk.)
Zane: Anyone home.
(Zane’s voice echoed in the hall and he paused to listen. With no answer he chuckled to himself and dropped his duffel bag on the marble. He took a deep breath and slowly started down the hall. Before he got far the large wood door opened behind him and he whirled around. A woman dressed in a pencil skirt and a white blouse walked in. Her black bra was very obvious through her shirt and Zane shook his head. Her hair was dark brown like his but her eyes where a piercing blue that hide behind half moon shaped glasses. As she walked in she tripped over his bag getting one of her heels stuck in the strap. )
Woman: How many times have I told you not to leave things laying around.
(She kicks her foot and staggers still stuck in the bag as Zane leans against the wall watching. She continues to fight with the bag as suddenly one of her heels snaps and she yelps falling straight onto her ass. She growls as she is finally free from the bag and boots it to the side. She slips off her other heel and stands up. Zane smiles as she glares at him.)
Zane: Did you have a good trip Mother?
(Her eyes narrowed and Zane merely smiled knowing she was wondering if he was sincere in the question or making a joke at the fact she just fell. Before she can respond her phone starts to ring. She quickly grabs her phone out of her bra and answers it.)
Woman: Elisabeth Story speaking... Yes... Ok.... Transfer the accounts to me and I’ll deal with it tomorrow. Thank you Helen.
(She hangs up the phone and looks back in Zane’s direction.)
Elisabeth: You realize Mothers Day was a few days ago.
Zane: Dad invited me here. I sent you a Snap Chat for Mothers day.
Elisabeth: Oh, a Snap Chat. Glad I mean so much to you. I only carried you for nine damn months.
Zane: Only cause you couldn’t pay someone to do it.
(Zane’s tone came across as harsh and visibly hurt his mother. Zane smirked and stepped forward wrapping his arms around her.)
Elisabeth: What are you doing?
Zane: Well You didn’t like my Snap Chat.
Elisabeth: I like this less.
Zane: You know you love this.
Elisabeth: Get off of me.
(She pushes him away in a playful manner and Zane smiles and gives her puppy dog eyes. She stokes his face and then slaps it’s softly.)
Elisabeth: Food?
Zane: Finally.
(The two walk down the hall and into a large kitchen. Zane sitting at the island bar and Elisabeth opens the large stainless steel fridge grabbing out a meat and cheese platter and setting it on the island. The two dig into it and continue their conversation.)
Zane: So why did he insist I come to dinner tonight?
Elisabeth: No Idea, I have been out of town.
Zane: It’s just odd. We haven’t talked in months and suddenly I have to come for dinner?
Elisabeth: Why did you come if you didn’t want to?
Zane: Curiosity.
Elisabeth: Remember what happened to Mr. Cuddles?
Zane: That wasn’t curiosity, that was stupidity.
Elisabeth: There’s a fine line. My clients walk it every day.
Zane: Mom, the stupid cat got into my pain killers.
Elisabeth: The pain Killers you kept in a plastic bag in your backpack. Do you really think you can pull that off still son.
(Zane smirks and then shakes his head.)
Zane: Probably had the best trip of his life. Lucky Bastard! I mean I don’t know what you’re talking about.
(Zane’s mother shakes her head as Zane smiles at her. The door can be heard opening and Zane looks down that hall. A man dressed in a suit and tie walks into the kitchen and glances at Zane.)
Man: I see you arrived perfectly fine?
Zane: Yep. I did live here for just about all my life.
Man: Did Thomas find you ok?
Zane: Who?
Man: Thomas, the man I sent to pick you up from the airport.
Zane: Oh that weird guy that came up and asked me if I was Martin Story’s son?
Martin: Probably.
(Zane chuckles.)
Zane: Nope. I told him Mr. Story was on the next flight. He checked his watch a few times then walked out to this ugly ass limo looking car and told the driver to wait. I had already around to rent a bike to get here so ya... he’s probably still sitting at the air port.
(Zane looks at him Mother.)
Zane: Cause the next flight from Calgary is in twelve hours.
(Zane laughs loudly but neither of his parents are amused.)
Martin: Zane!
Elisabeth: Why would he have called him Marin Story’s son?
Martin: He has troubles with the letter ‘Z’. Can’t say it.
Zane: Or you just like having people say your name to prove that you are above them.
Martin: You watch your tone with me.
(Zane stands up and Elisabeth intervenes stepping between the two.)
Elisabeth: That lasted longer than I though.
Zane: Why the hell did you bring me here anyway?
Martin: I heard you Joined some wrestling thing. Thought we should celebrate.
Zane: Right, why the sudden interest in my career.
Martin: I would hardly call it...
(Elisabeth clears her throat and martin looks at her. He sighs and doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead he turns and walks out of the room muttering. Elisabeth looks at Zane who is burning holes into his father’s backs with his glare.)
Elisabeth: Give him a chance hun.
Zane: Whatever.
(Zane turns around and grabs the meet tray storming off into another part of the house.)
<<<<<<Later That Night>>>>>>
(Zane, Elisabeth and Martin are sitting in around a large dining table in silence. Zane starts playing with his phone and Martin glares at him. Before he can say anything however the door bell sounds. Martin smiles and Elisabeth’s head wipes around to martin who tries to play it off like he had no clue. He gets up and walks out of the room. Laughter can be her as Zane give his mother a ‘what the fuck’ look and she shrugs not knowing. Martin walks back into the room with a older man and woman and a younger girl all dressed prim and proper.)
Martin: Zane this is my colleague at the practice, Doctor Anderson. His wife Trudy and their daughter Nancy.
Zane: Are you fucking kidding me?
Martin: Zane, what your language.
Trudy: Oh, he must just be surprised to see us. Nancy, say hello.
Nancy: Hello.
(Nancy looks down after saying it as Zane stares up at her. The three join them at the table and Zane glances at his mother who is glaring at his father. Zane smirks and rolls his eyes. After a few moments of silence Doctor Anderson breaks it.)
Doctor Anderson: So Zane, what have you been up to?
Zane: Not much. Tell me Mr. Anderson, Do you believe you are the one?
Doctor Anderson: The one what?
(Zane gets wide eyed and gets a crazy look on his face.)
Zane: He is the ONE!
(Nancy tries to stifle a laugh at the matrix reference as the rest of the table looks confused. Before Zane can continue his phone rings. He looks down at it and then back up.)
Zane (in his best Agent Smith voice): This isn’t over Mister Anderson. Not by a long shot.
(Elisabeth smirks getting the reference then as the rest look dumbfounded. Zane stands up and walks out of the room answering his phone.)
Zane: Hello.
Devlin Scott: Zane Story?
Zane: Yes, who is this?
Devlin Scott: Devlin Scott Owner of...
Zane: Oh hey. So am I on the roster yet? Do you need me to fill in for someone.
Devlin Scott: Whoa whoa whoa. I like your enthusiasm kid, but we are having some issues with application. The legal side of it at least.
Zane: What do you mean?
Devlin Scott: You’re Canadian correct?
Zane: Yes.
Devlin Scott: Do you have dual citizenship?
Zane: I didn’t think I needed it.
Devlin Scott: Technically you don’t. However having watched some of your tapes my legal departments wants you to have life insurance in both Canada and the US. They say you may be a liability to us because of your... unique style.
Zane: That’s fine. How do I get it?
Devlin Scott: We are working on it with the legal department. I’m just calling you to tell you to hold tight. You won’t have to do anything but sit tight and stay ready.
Zane: How long?
Devlin Scott: These things take time. Oh and one more things, I seen you submitted a tape to use to air. Unfortunately with you not being on the roster yet, we were unable to air it. So I’m glad you took it upon yourself to post it on social media. I would like to ask you to refrain from doing any sort of slandering before you have a match though. No need to tick off the whole roster before you’re on it eh?
Zane: Right.
Devlin Scott: Talk to you seen.
(Zane hangs up and punches the nearby door frame in frustration.)
Zane: Damn it. Ok Zane, think.
(Zane takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.)
Zane: He said the whole roster... ok... so a can piss off a few I guess at a time.
(Zane takes another breath and walks in to the dining room.)
Elisabeth: Everything ok?
Zane: Fine.
Martin: So son, are you planning on answering Doctor Anderson’s question?
Zane: What was it?
Doctor Anderson: What do you do for work?
Zane: I’m a wrestler.
(The doctor laughs out loud in Zane’s face.)
Doctor Anderson: That’s a good joke.
(Zane glares at the doctor then turns his glare to his father who had a smile on his face.)
Zane: Fuck all of you.
Martin: Zane!
Zane: Shut the fuck up. You bought doctor cheats on his wife and dumb cunt here to make me feel like my choices are fucked. You sit over there trying to control me and my life like you have tried to do for most of it.
Elisabeth: Zane, stop.
Zane: Don’t make me turn this shit on you.
(Elisabeth drops her head. Zane looks to Nancy.)
Zane: As for you, do you swallow?
(She looks shocked.)
Zane: I’ll take that as a no. Fuck this shit I’m out.
(Zane storms out of the room and we fade out.)
Zane: Anyone home.
(Zane’s voice echoed in the hall and he paused to listen. With no answer he chuckled to himself and dropped his duffel bag on the marble. He took a deep breath and slowly started down the hall. Before he got far the large wood door opened behind him and he whirled around. A woman dressed in a pencil skirt and a white blouse walked in. Her black bra was very obvious through her shirt and Zane shook his head. Her hair was dark brown like his but her eyes where a piercing blue that hide behind half moon shaped glasses. As she walked in she tripped over his bag getting one of her heels stuck in the strap. )
Woman: How many times have I told you not to leave things laying around.
(She kicks her foot and staggers still stuck in the bag as Zane leans against the wall watching. She continues to fight with the bag as suddenly one of her heels snaps and she yelps falling straight onto her ass. She growls as she is finally free from the bag and boots it to the side. She slips off her other heel and stands up. Zane smiles as she glares at him.)
Zane: Did you have a good trip Mother?
(Her eyes narrowed and Zane merely smiled knowing she was wondering if he was sincere in the question or making a joke at the fact she just fell. Before she can respond her phone starts to ring. She quickly grabs her phone out of her bra and answers it.)
Woman: Elisabeth Story speaking... Yes... Ok.... Transfer the accounts to me and I’ll deal with it tomorrow. Thank you Helen.
(She hangs up the phone and looks back in Zane’s direction.)
Elisabeth: You realize Mothers Day was a few days ago.
Zane: Dad invited me here. I sent you a Snap Chat for Mothers day.
Elisabeth: Oh, a Snap Chat. Glad I mean so much to you. I only carried you for nine damn months.
Zane: Only cause you couldn’t pay someone to do it.
(Zane’s tone came across as harsh and visibly hurt his mother. Zane smirked and stepped forward wrapping his arms around her.)
Elisabeth: What are you doing?
Zane: Well You didn’t like my Snap Chat.
Elisabeth: I like this less.
Zane: You know you love this.
Elisabeth: Get off of me.
(She pushes him away in a playful manner and Zane smiles and gives her puppy dog eyes. She stokes his face and then slaps it’s softly.)
Elisabeth: Food?
Zane: Finally.
(The two walk down the hall and into a large kitchen. Zane sitting at the island bar and Elisabeth opens the large stainless steel fridge grabbing out a meat and cheese platter and setting it on the island. The two dig into it and continue their conversation.)
Zane: So why did he insist I come to dinner tonight?
Elisabeth: No Idea, I have been out of town.
Zane: It’s just odd. We haven’t talked in months and suddenly I have to come for dinner?
Elisabeth: Why did you come if you didn’t want to?
Zane: Curiosity.
Elisabeth: Remember what happened to Mr. Cuddles?
Zane: That wasn’t curiosity, that was stupidity.
Elisabeth: There’s a fine line. My clients walk it every day.
Zane: Mom, the stupid cat got into my pain killers.
Elisabeth: The pain Killers you kept in a plastic bag in your backpack. Do you really think you can pull that off still son.
(Zane smirks and then shakes his head.)
Zane: Probably had the best trip of his life. Lucky Bastard! I mean I don’t know what you’re talking about.
(Zane’s mother shakes her head as Zane smiles at her. The door can be heard opening and Zane looks down that hall. A man dressed in a suit and tie walks into the kitchen and glances at Zane.)
Man: I see you arrived perfectly fine?
Zane: Yep. I did live here for just about all my life.
Man: Did Thomas find you ok?
Zane: Who?
Man: Thomas, the man I sent to pick you up from the airport.
Zane: Oh that weird guy that came up and asked me if I was Martin Story’s son?
Martin: Probably.
(Zane chuckles.)
Zane: Nope. I told him Mr. Story was on the next flight. He checked his watch a few times then walked out to this ugly ass limo looking car and told the driver to wait. I had already around to rent a bike to get here so ya... he’s probably still sitting at the air port.
(Zane looks at him Mother.)
Zane: Cause the next flight from Calgary is in twelve hours.
(Zane laughs loudly but neither of his parents are amused.)
Martin: Zane!
Elisabeth: Why would he have called him Marin Story’s son?
Martin: He has troubles with the letter ‘Z’. Can’t say it.
Zane: Or you just like having people say your name to prove that you are above them.
Martin: You watch your tone with me.
(Zane stands up and Elisabeth intervenes stepping between the two.)
Elisabeth: That lasted longer than I though.
Zane: Why the hell did you bring me here anyway?
Martin: I heard you Joined some wrestling thing. Thought we should celebrate.
Zane: Right, why the sudden interest in my career.
Martin: I would hardly call it...
(Elisabeth clears her throat and martin looks at her. He sighs and doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead he turns and walks out of the room muttering. Elisabeth looks at Zane who is burning holes into his father’s backs with his glare.)
Elisabeth: Give him a chance hun.
Zane: Whatever.
(Zane turns around and grabs the meet tray storming off into another part of the house.)
<<<<<<Later That Night>>>>>>
(Zane, Elisabeth and Martin are sitting in around a large dining table in silence. Zane starts playing with his phone and Martin glares at him. Before he can say anything however the door bell sounds. Martin smiles and Elisabeth’s head wipes around to martin who tries to play it off like he had no clue. He gets up and walks out of the room. Laughter can be her as Zane give his mother a ‘what the fuck’ look and she shrugs not knowing. Martin walks back into the room with a older man and woman and a younger girl all dressed prim and proper.)
Martin: Zane this is my colleague at the practice, Doctor Anderson. His wife Trudy and their daughter Nancy.
Zane: Are you fucking kidding me?
Martin: Zane, what your language.
Trudy: Oh, he must just be surprised to see us. Nancy, say hello.
Nancy: Hello.
(Nancy looks down after saying it as Zane stares up at her. The three join them at the table and Zane glances at his mother who is glaring at his father. Zane smirks and rolls his eyes. After a few moments of silence Doctor Anderson breaks it.)
Doctor Anderson: So Zane, what have you been up to?
Zane: Not much. Tell me Mr. Anderson, Do you believe you are the one?
Doctor Anderson: The one what?
(Zane gets wide eyed and gets a crazy look on his face.)
Zane: He is the ONE!
(Nancy tries to stifle a laugh at the matrix reference as the rest of the table looks confused. Before Zane can continue his phone rings. He looks down at it and then back up.)
Zane (in his best Agent Smith voice): This isn’t over Mister Anderson. Not by a long shot.
(Elisabeth smirks getting the reference then as the rest look dumbfounded. Zane stands up and walks out of the room answering his phone.)
Zane: Hello.
Devlin Scott: Zane Story?
Zane: Yes, who is this?
Devlin Scott: Devlin Scott Owner of...
Zane: Oh hey. So am I on the roster yet? Do you need me to fill in for someone.
Devlin Scott: Whoa whoa whoa. I like your enthusiasm kid, but we are having some issues with application. The legal side of it at least.
Zane: What do you mean?
Devlin Scott: You’re Canadian correct?
Zane: Yes.
Devlin Scott: Do you have dual citizenship?
Zane: I didn’t think I needed it.
Devlin Scott: Technically you don’t. However having watched some of your tapes my legal departments wants you to have life insurance in both Canada and the US. They say you may be a liability to us because of your... unique style.
Zane: That’s fine. How do I get it?
Devlin Scott: We are working on it with the legal department. I’m just calling you to tell you to hold tight. You won’t have to do anything but sit tight and stay ready.
Zane: How long?
Devlin Scott: These things take time. Oh and one more things, I seen you submitted a tape to use to air. Unfortunately with you not being on the roster yet, we were unable to air it. So I’m glad you took it upon yourself to post it on social media. I would like to ask you to refrain from doing any sort of slandering before you have a match though. No need to tick off the whole roster before you’re on it eh?
Zane: Right.
Devlin Scott: Talk to you seen.
(Zane hangs up and punches the nearby door frame in frustration.)
Zane: Damn it. Ok Zane, think.
(Zane takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.)
Zane: He said the whole roster... ok... so a can piss off a few I guess at a time.
(Zane takes another breath and walks in to the dining room.)
Elisabeth: Everything ok?
Zane: Fine.
Martin: So son, are you planning on answering Doctor Anderson’s question?
Zane: What was it?
Doctor Anderson: What do you do for work?
Zane: I’m a wrestler.
(The doctor laughs out loud in Zane’s face.)
Doctor Anderson: That’s a good joke.
(Zane glares at the doctor then turns his glare to his father who had a smile on his face.)
Zane: Fuck all of you.
Martin: Zane!
Zane: Shut the fuck up. You bought doctor cheats on his wife and dumb cunt here to make me feel like my choices are fucked. You sit over there trying to control me and my life like you have tried to do for most of it.
Elisabeth: Zane, stop.
Zane: Don’t make me turn this shit on you.
(Elisabeth drops her head. Zane looks to Nancy.)
Zane: As for you, do you swallow?
(She looks shocked.)
Zane: I’ll take that as a no. Fuck this shit I’m out.
(Zane storms out of the room and we fade out.)