RUCKUS 20 SEGMENT: OAD November 28, 2016
Apr 25, 2017 22:38:38 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Apr 25, 2017 22:38:38 GMT -5
[We cut backstage where we see Matt Stone, the true #2 contender for the IYH championship strolling down the hallway, a smile on his face. You would think he would be upset over the fact that he has to be in a tag match tonight, but the fact that it’s the main event is enough to appease him. In fact, from the smile on his face, you could make the assumption that he didn’t have a care in the world at that particular moment. As he’s passing by, a women is doubled over a vending machine, standing up with a bottle of water in her right hand that Matt quickly takes as he passes by, the woman looking dumbfounded.]
MS: Thank you!
[He calls out, twisting off the cap and taking a sip of the cool, refreshing beverage. He caps the bottle and continues on his way towards his locker room. He continues on his merry way for a few seconds before the clicking of high heels on the tile floor becomes evident. Before he can look around for the source, a voice speaks from his side, the tone oozing with sarcasm.]
NW: So I’m not a ‘real wrestler’ now?
[Matt slowly looks to his side, gulping down the water he had in his mouth before preparing himself for a response.]
MS: Oh, hello Nessa. What are you going on about?
NW: You know perfectly well what I’m talking about, Matthew. Everyone watching heard what you said. Honestly, I’m shocked that you didn’t invite that bubble-headed little twit back to your place after the show.
MS: She’s seeing someone, isn’t she?
[Matt opens the bottle of water again to take a sip, hoping to just skip over the first half of what she said and have her not notice. Kasey wouldn’t have noticed, anyway. Nessa rolls her eyes, scoffing.]
NW: Like that’s ever stopped you before?
[She pauses for a second, reaching out to grab his arm.]
NW: Listen, I don’t care about your feelings towards me. I really don’t. But the least you could do is try to act professional towards a champion. You run me down and you’re no better than Anger, shitting all over the tag division and Snarktastic when we’re the ones with multiple actual challengers barking up our tree.
[Matt has a shocked expression on his face.]
MS: How dare you compare me to that woman. Besides, they’re all barking up the wrong tree if you ask me. Tell me, Nessa, you fancy yourselves to be the best tag team here, right?
[She laughs.]
NW: Around these parts? Absolutely. Goes without saying.
MS: Exactly, and with that being said, why is it that you’re not in the main event and a tag team match featuring people who have never teamed up is? I’ll save you the trouble, it’s not me shitting on your division, your style of wrestling, it’s Cryptic or whoever has a hand with these things. They know that I’m the main draw, the main attraction, and even with three other people who, let’s face it, aren’t on my level, they still give it to me. Will it feature great tag team action, if such a thing exists? No, it will feature four individuals trying to work together. Tag Team wrestling is not where it’s at, and for a woman who’s as smart as you are, I would have thought you could see that.
[With that said, he turns and starts walking back down the hall. Nessa makes a frustrated noise and starts after him, refusing to let him have the last word.]
NW: Tag Team wrestling is important!
[She’s insistent, almost running to catch up with his long strides.]
NW: And maybe you don’t care, but you know damn well this was something I wanted, even back in SVW!
[Matt’s still walking, but he’s listening to what she’s saying]
MS: Uh huh, I know.
NW: You’re not even… goddamnit, Matt! Just stop for a second and talk to me.
[Matt stops as she requested, but it’s just outside his locker room.]
MS: I know what you want to talk about, though. Our tag team, if you want to call it that wasn’t successful in SVW and here you and Shawn ran the gamut and won the titles, so clearly I was the problem, right?
[Matt opens the door, walking in but leaving it open for her to follow if she wants. But of course she does, completely unable to walk away from the conversation that’s rapidly progressing into an argument, closing the door behind her.]
NW: That is definitely NOT what I was trying to say. We didn’t even get a chance in SVW because of the Pride Division and the fact that you were happier chasing your own solo spotlight.
[Before he can object, she shakes her head.]
NW: It doesn’t matter now. You go out there tonight and you wrestle your little joke of a match, prove that you should be facing Michael Diablo and Anger in a three way that’ll end up burning you. I’ll just keep on keepin’ on with my joke of a career. Just do me a favour-
[Before she can finish that thought, there’s a knock on the door behind them. Matt turns to Nessa, quizzically.]
MS: ...and let you answer the door? It would be a pleasure, Ness.
[The smugness coming off of him is palpable at this point as he turns his attention to, what else, a mirror in his room to adjust his hair, a habit Nessa will be fully used to by now. Sighing, she turns and stalks back to the door, jerking it open to find a man standing there with a wrapped bundle in his hands.]
NW: What do you want?
?: Uh, delivery? For…
[She turns her head, glaring at Stone.]
NW: Really, Matthew? This is getting a little stalkerish, don’t you-
?: ...for Matt Stone.
MS: For me?
[Matt walks over to the door, though floated might have been a better description as it was one smooth motion, apparently a delivery is enough to get him interested, far more than a talking down to from one half of the IYH Tag Team Champions. Matt signs his name on the piece of paper provided and takes the package, walking it over to the bench to open.]
MS: Tip the man, would you? I don’t have my wallet on me.
[Grumbling under her breath, Nessa digs into her pocket and comes out with crumpled Canadian five dollar bill which she thrusts into the man’s hand before slamming the door in his face. Matt looks back at the door, hearing it slam, shaking his head and going back to the package, taking a little piece of paper off it.]
MS: You were saying? Something about a favour?
NW: Right. As I was saying, I’d really appreciate it if you would keep my name out of your weird little-
MS: Awww, it says ‘Hello Matt’. No signature, though, wonder who could have sent me this, it’s not you, is it?
[He asks as he fiddles with the packaging, obviously having not been paying attention to what she was saying before.]
NW: Why on Earth would I send you a gift?
MS: Obviously you’re too shy to profess what can only be described as your undying love for me in person, so you’d do it with a gift.
[His tone is so plain like he’s just stating a fact and nothing more. He removes the packaging off and lifts up what’s revealed as a lovely bouquet of priming Blue Roses.]
MS: Though why you would send these, I don’t know.
NW: I wouldn’t. I can’t stand Tennessee Williams. Listen, Matt, I just want you to promise me that you’ll stop-
MS: Who the hell is Tennessee Williams? Was he the one that ran that Memphis promotion we looked at that one time? Bit of an esoteric comment, don’tcha think?
[She sighs, exasperated.]
NW: No. It’s not. Blue roses were mentioned in The Glass Menagerie… a play that Williams wrote. Not that it matters. Clearly you have no intention of listening to a word I say so I’m just going to…
[Dragging in a deep breath, she instantly regrets it as she gets a huge whiff of the roses.]
MS: I’m listening, you want me to stop knocking you and Ylvis in front of everyone because people take what I say to heart and you’re worried that it’s going to hurt your pay, right?
[Though he’s speaking to her, he’s looking at the rose in his hand, admiring them and wondering who would send them. Kasey, maybe? They did sort of hit it off last week, after all.]
NW: Hurt...my... pay?
[Nessa stumbles over the words, clearly incredulous. Taking another few deep breaths, she does her best to rein in the temper that’s very obviously threatening to blow.]
NW: You… you’re unbelievable, you know that? You’re a real…
[She hesitates, hearing Matt humming “unbelievable” by EMF under his breath. Nessa blinks, shaking her head and it almost seems like she’s at a loss for words before the sneeze erupts.]
NW: AAAAHCHOO!
[Hearing the loud gasp, Matt instinctively put his hands up in front of his face leaving Nessa to bobble forward, spraying the very flowers that were causing her such discomfort as well as everything else in front of her, Matt’s arms mostly.]
MS: What the hell?!
NW: I’m so…
[She starts to apologize and then breaks off, opening her mouth to warn him about another round but it’s already there. She brings up her hand in an attempt to block it but another sneeze erupts with gale force, almost bending her double. That raised hand karate chops the bouquet of flowers, knocking the stems from Matt’s hand to the floor. They scatter, petals flying as Nessa straightens up, both hands pressed over her face in horror. Stone’s looking down at his gift, then back to Nessa with a glare, thinking she had done that on purpose, jealous that someone else had sent him something.]
MS: You jealous…
NW: Oh no. No, no, no.
[She shakes her head, taking a few steps back.]
NW: I just want you to stop bad-mouthing my team. That’s all. I never meant to-
[Nessa turns, bolting for the door before he really decides to let her have it for ruining his moment.]
NW: I have to go. I have a match to get ready for.
[Matt just falls to his knees, trying to pick up the remains of his beautiful flowers.]
MS: You really did it, You maniac!
[He slams his fist into the tiled floor.]
MS: You blew them up, damn you! God, damn you to hell!
[He crumbles down on all fours as we cut back to ringside.]
MS: Thank you!
[He calls out, twisting off the cap and taking a sip of the cool, refreshing beverage. He caps the bottle and continues on his way towards his locker room. He continues on his merry way for a few seconds before the clicking of high heels on the tile floor becomes evident. Before he can look around for the source, a voice speaks from his side, the tone oozing with sarcasm.]
NW: So I’m not a ‘real wrestler’ now?
[Matt slowly looks to his side, gulping down the water he had in his mouth before preparing himself for a response.]
MS: Oh, hello Nessa. What are you going on about?
NW: You know perfectly well what I’m talking about, Matthew. Everyone watching heard what you said. Honestly, I’m shocked that you didn’t invite that bubble-headed little twit back to your place after the show.
MS: She’s seeing someone, isn’t she?
[Matt opens the bottle of water again to take a sip, hoping to just skip over the first half of what she said and have her not notice. Kasey wouldn’t have noticed, anyway. Nessa rolls her eyes, scoffing.]
NW: Like that’s ever stopped you before?
[She pauses for a second, reaching out to grab his arm.]
NW: Listen, I don’t care about your feelings towards me. I really don’t. But the least you could do is try to act professional towards a champion. You run me down and you’re no better than Anger, shitting all over the tag division and Snarktastic when we’re the ones with multiple actual challengers barking up our tree.
[Matt has a shocked expression on his face.]
MS: How dare you compare me to that woman. Besides, they’re all barking up the wrong tree if you ask me. Tell me, Nessa, you fancy yourselves to be the best tag team here, right?
[She laughs.]
NW: Around these parts? Absolutely. Goes without saying.
MS: Exactly, and with that being said, why is it that you’re not in the main event and a tag team match featuring people who have never teamed up is? I’ll save you the trouble, it’s not me shitting on your division, your style of wrestling, it’s Cryptic or whoever has a hand with these things. They know that I’m the main draw, the main attraction, and even with three other people who, let’s face it, aren’t on my level, they still give it to me. Will it feature great tag team action, if such a thing exists? No, it will feature four individuals trying to work together. Tag Team wrestling is not where it’s at, and for a woman who’s as smart as you are, I would have thought you could see that.
[With that said, he turns and starts walking back down the hall. Nessa makes a frustrated noise and starts after him, refusing to let him have the last word.]
NW: Tag Team wrestling is important!
[She’s insistent, almost running to catch up with his long strides.]
NW: And maybe you don’t care, but you know damn well this was something I wanted, even back in SVW!
[Matt’s still walking, but he’s listening to what she’s saying]
MS: Uh huh, I know.
NW: You’re not even… goddamnit, Matt! Just stop for a second and talk to me.
[Matt stops as she requested, but it’s just outside his locker room.]
MS: I know what you want to talk about, though. Our tag team, if you want to call it that wasn’t successful in SVW and here you and Shawn ran the gamut and won the titles, so clearly I was the problem, right?
[Matt opens the door, walking in but leaving it open for her to follow if she wants. But of course she does, completely unable to walk away from the conversation that’s rapidly progressing into an argument, closing the door behind her.]
NW: That is definitely NOT what I was trying to say. We didn’t even get a chance in SVW because of the Pride Division and the fact that you were happier chasing your own solo spotlight.
[Before he can object, she shakes her head.]
NW: It doesn’t matter now. You go out there tonight and you wrestle your little joke of a match, prove that you should be facing Michael Diablo and Anger in a three way that’ll end up burning you. I’ll just keep on keepin’ on with my joke of a career. Just do me a favour-
[Before she can finish that thought, there’s a knock on the door behind them. Matt turns to Nessa, quizzically.]
MS: ...and let you answer the door? It would be a pleasure, Ness.
[The smugness coming off of him is palpable at this point as he turns his attention to, what else, a mirror in his room to adjust his hair, a habit Nessa will be fully used to by now. Sighing, she turns and stalks back to the door, jerking it open to find a man standing there with a wrapped bundle in his hands.]
NW: What do you want?
?: Uh, delivery? For…
[She turns her head, glaring at Stone.]
NW: Really, Matthew? This is getting a little stalkerish, don’t you-
?: ...for Matt Stone.
MS: For me?
[Matt walks over to the door, though floated might have been a better description as it was one smooth motion, apparently a delivery is enough to get him interested, far more than a talking down to from one half of the IYH Tag Team Champions. Matt signs his name on the piece of paper provided and takes the package, walking it over to the bench to open.]
MS: Tip the man, would you? I don’t have my wallet on me.
[Grumbling under her breath, Nessa digs into her pocket and comes out with crumpled Canadian five dollar bill which she thrusts into the man’s hand before slamming the door in his face. Matt looks back at the door, hearing it slam, shaking his head and going back to the package, taking a little piece of paper off it.]
MS: You were saying? Something about a favour?
NW: Right. As I was saying, I’d really appreciate it if you would keep my name out of your weird little-
MS: Awww, it says ‘Hello Matt’. No signature, though, wonder who could have sent me this, it’s not you, is it?
[He asks as he fiddles with the packaging, obviously having not been paying attention to what she was saying before.]
NW: Why on Earth would I send you a gift?
MS: Obviously you’re too shy to profess what can only be described as your undying love for me in person, so you’d do it with a gift.
[His tone is so plain like he’s just stating a fact and nothing more. He removes the packaging off and lifts up what’s revealed as a lovely bouquet of priming Blue Roses.]
MS: Though why you would send these, I don’t know.
NW: I wouldn’t. I can’t stand Tennessee Williams. Listen, Matt, I just want you to promise me that you’ll stop-
MS: Who the hell is Tennessee Williams? Was he the one that ran that Memphis promotion we looked at that one time? Bit of an esoteric comment, don’tcha think?
[She sighs, exasperated.]
NW: No. It’s not. Blue roses were mentioned in The Glass Menagerie… a play that Williams wrote. Not that it matters. Clearly you have no intention of listening to a word I say so I’m just going to…
[Dragging in a deep breath, she instantly regrets it as she gets a huge whiff of the roses.]
MS: I’m listening, you want me to stop knocking you and Ylvis in front of everyone because people take what I say to heart and you’re worried that it’s going to hurt your pay, right?
[Though he’s speaking to her, he’s looking at the rose in his hand, admiring them and wondering who would send them. Kasey, maybe? They did sort of hit it off last week, after all.]
NW: Hurt...my... pay?
[Nessa stumbles over the words, clearly incredulous. Taking another few deep breaths, she does her best to rein in the temper that’s very obviously threatening to blow.]
NW: You… you’re unbelievable, you know that? You’re a real…
[She hesitates, hearing Matt humming “unbelievable” by EMF under his breath. Nessa blinks, shaking her head and it almost seems like she’s at a loss for words before the sneeze erupts.]
NW: AAAAHCHOO!
[Hearing the loud gasp, Matt instinctively put his hands up in front of his face leaving Nessa to bobble forward, spraying the very flowers that were causing her such discomfort as well as everything else in front of her, Matt’s arms mostly.]
MS: What the hell?!
NW: I’m so…
[She starts to apologize and then breaks off, opening her mouth to warn him about another round but it’s already there. She brings up her hand in an attempt to block it but another sneeze erupts with gale force, almost bending her double. That raised hand karate chops the bouquet of flowers, knocking the stems from Matt’s hand to the floor. They scatter, petals flying as Nessa straightens up, both hands pressed over her face in horror. Stone’s looking down at his gift, then back to Nessa with a glare, thinking she had done that on purpose, jealous that someone else had sent him something.]
MS: You jealous…
NW: Oh no. No, no, no.
[She shakes her head, taking a few steps back.]
NW: I just want you to stop bad-mouthing my team. That’s all. I never meant to-
[Nessa turns, bolting for the door before he really decides to let her have it for ruining his moment.]
NW: I have to go. I have a match to get ready for.
[Matt just falls to his knees, trying to pick up the remains of his beautiful flowers.]
MS: You really did it, You maniac!
[He slams his fist into the tiled floor.]
MS: You blew them up, damn you! God, damn you to hell!
[He crumbles down on all fours as we cut back to ringside.]
