Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2017 19:39:19 GMT -5
EXT. ROAD - 27TH JUNE - AFTERNOON
Driving down a road is a male in his thirties. His hair spiked up while wearing a button up dress shirt. His beard is shaven to a stubble. Eyes blue like the purest of lake water. His body tone could be describes as "Never hit a Gym, Ever." He holds the wheel and his voice is that of an posh boy Englishman.
Driver:
"Oooo -- Genesis. Let's crank this up."
"Oooo -- Genesis. Let's crank this up."
He smiles, turning the radio up and purses his lips tight. He looks ahead to the road nodding his head to the rhythm.
Driver:
(SINGING ALONG)
"She seems to have an invisible touch, yea'."
(SINGING ALONG)
"She seems to have an invisible touch, yea'."
And nods looking out the driver window at a sign he passes before looking back at the road.
Driver:
(SINGING ALONG)
"She seems to have an invisible touch, yea'
It takes control and slowly tears you--"
(SINGING ALONG)
"She seems to have an invisible touch, yea'
It takes control and slowly tears you--"
He now bulges his eyes as he swerves to avoid a pink corvette and his tyres screech as he stomps down on the break on his car after slamming down on the clutch, driving manual.
Driver:
"Right! I'm going to give this tosser a piece of my mind."
"Right! I'm going to give this tosser a piece of my mind."
He angrily gets out of his car, a fiat, slamming the door shut and marches over in a huff.
Driver:
"What in the hell were you playing at? "
"What in the hell were you playing at? "
He says prodding his finger into the window and the window rolls down. Blonde hair shining in the sun .
Driver:
(HIGHER PITCHED, SURPRISED)
"Oh….Trixie…It's you! Out here."
(HIGHER PITCHED, SURPRISED)
"Oh….Trixie…It's you! Out here."
TRIXIE:
"Brad?"
"Brad?"
Trixie steps out of the car in a make shift skirt made from her leather jacket, a red V top and
Brad:
(AGASPED)
"What has happened to you?"
(AGASPED)
"What has happened to you?"
TRIXIE:
"Oh this?"
"Oh this?"
Trixie takes note of how she's dressed and sees her bare legs flowing from under the hem of her jacket.
TRIXIE:
"It's what's in this summer."
"It's what's in this summer."
Brad:
"Pa-Leese. I've seen the cover of vogue and that is definitely not in this summer."
"Pa-Leese. I've seen the cover of vogue and that is definitely not in this summer."
TRIXIE:
"I'll tell you all about it."
"I'll tell you all about it."
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EXT. HIGHWAY - 27TH JUNE - AFTERNOON
Trixie's Pink Corvette drives south down Interstate 5, headlights on as she whizzes down the tarmac, her engine purring along lovely,
INT. CORVETTE
Trixie is shuffling to the music, a healthy sandwich wrapper in the waistbin located in the passenger seat's footroom and an innocent smoothie bottle.
TRIXIE:
(SINGING ALONG)
"Yeah, my momma she told me don't worry about your size
She says, boys they like a little more booty to hold at night
You know I won't be no stick-figure, silicone Barbie doll."
(SINGING ALONG)
"Yeah, my momma she told me don't worry about your size
She says, boys they like a little more booty to hold at night
You know I won't be no stick-figure, silicone Barbie doll."
Trixie drives, seeing her pants were rather tattered from the cheap, made to rip pants, she defiantly tosses them out the window after pulling them off her, throwing them out of the car window and then swerves to avoid damaging her car on the rail.
ELSEWHERE
INT. CHAZ'S PAD - 27TH JUNE - AFTERNOON
Billie sits inside Chaz's living area in a lavendar pink, single shoulder strap dress that had Aztec like décor on the dress itself in a pair of salmon pink, pencil heel shoes in what could be summed up as a slacker's apartment. Beautiful on the outside with an ocean view. Inside it had a couch that had seen better days, little to no decorations and had the impression that women didn't tend to get to have much of an input.
In walks Chaz in a pair of jeans and a zip up black hooded jacket with a Rick and Morty styled design of a Synistar Tres. His hoody unzipped. A goatee without a moustache as he brings Billie a drink, a quick and cheap beer in a can, no glass and sort of put her on the spot to be like him.
As they drink, Chaz's hand goes confidently to the knee as they watch something on Netflix, and gradually ignore the television. Billie finding the allure of a wrestler to hard to resist, as it was twenty-four years ago, only this time she surprises him with a bit of protection from her bra that he sort of looks unhappy to be using.
INT. CORVETTE
Trixie approaches the turn and turns her music down just a little trying to have her phone search for some clothing store before the Warehouse, the expression on her face showed she just didn't want to go home in her little shorts she wrestled in but sadly her clothes had been left elsewhere.
Trixie looks down to her handbag, noticing a bunch of missed calls from a contact known as "Sparkles Director" on her phone and then her handbag again, missing her necklace in a jewellery box that she held so dear. A 'T' Pendant necklace and slows down to try and look in her handbag. Trixie attempts to navigate and turn off the road while digging in her handbag as she pulls out a bit prematurely and causes a fiat to swerve and Trixie stops abruptly on the side of the road in absolute shock.
Trixie goes to the glove compartment for something sweet and sees inside, all along, is her box with her necklace, taking it out along with a strawberry swirl sweet to suck on. Opening the box to finally put on her necklace, not wanting to lose it again.
She's startled by a knock on the window, and looks up, ready for berating when she recognises the man, a long lost stranger she'd met years ago and thought he'd faded away never to be seen again.
CUT TO:
EXT. SIDE OF THE ROAD
Brad:
"Well I know if you'd have done the movie you'd have a lot of people doing this."
"Well I know if you'd have done the movie you'd have a lot of people doing this."
Brad balls his hand up and shuffles it rapidly at his crotch before fanning his hand out with a snarled expression as if he'd finish making Trixie smile, admittedly. Finding it both funny and inviting to have that attention, though she massively prefers it to come from her walking out to the ring, no pun intended.
TRIXIE:
"Thanks, Brad. But I'm so not being some submissive Princess Sparkles."
"Thanks, Brad. But I'm so not being some submissive Princess Sparkles."
Brad:
"Ya know. Back when we were in school, rite. I never expected you to do, the whole wrestling thing."
"Ya know. Back when we were in school, rite. I never expected you to do, the whole wrestling thing."
TRIXIE:
"Nobody does. That's really how it feels lately, everybody puts me down, down, down. I thought I'd outgrow it when I left high school but it never ends."
"Nobody does. That's really how it feels lately, everybody puts me down, down, down. I thought I'd outgrow it when I left high school but it never ends."
Trixie exhales knowing that she just couldn't seem to escape the structure of high school.
Brad:
"Bowling for soup."
"Bowling for soup."
TRIXIE:
"Excuse me?"
"Excuse me?"
Trixie frowns completely confused by him.
Brad:
"It's a song of theirs. High School never ends. Check it."
"It's a song of theirs. High School never ends. Check it."
Brad:
(OFF-KEY HOLLERING)
"Uh oh. Uh uh uh oh. Oh oh uh oh"
(OFF-KEY HOLLERING)
"Uh oh. Uh uh uh oh. Oh oh uh oh"
Trixie barely keeps her eyes open and Brad can see her trying to be polite and put up with it.
Brad:
"Yeah, so they're a band."
"Yeah, so they're a band."
TRIXIE:
"And you are not."
"And you are not."
Brad:
"Wow. My old pal Trixie hitting boys now. Where were you in Secondary school?"
"Wow. My old pal Trixie hitting boys now. Where were you in Secondary school?"
Trixie shrugs quickly, remembering herself back then as if it were yesterday, never involved in a fight or dare to step up to a boy. At least that's what her rep was. Trixie sits quite content Brad never did know she, and Lacey both took self-defence to deal with boys swiftly and quickly.
TRIXIE:
"That was a lifetime ago."
"That was a lifetime ago."
Brad:
"Back when you were obsessed with the boys. Always walked around with that Lacey girl, getting Randal to do your work for you."
"Back when you were obsessed with the boys. Always walked around with that Lacey girl, getting Randal to do your work for you."
TRIXIE:
"I've definitely changed since then. Not totally obsessed about that these days."
"I've definitely changed since then. Not totally obsessed about that these days."
Brad:
"Yea' you know I actually spoke to Damien recently, you remember Damien."
"Yea' you know I actually spoke to Damien recently, you remember Damien."
Trixie looks to him sharply. Brad grins cockily.
Brad:
"Got you."
"Got you."
He says pointing towards her. Trixie bites her cheeks, caught but still defends her quick look of interest.
TRIXIE:
"I'm only interested if he remembers me is all. Actually, don't tell me, not until tomorrow because I really need to get a move on."
"I'm only interested if he remembers me is all. Actually, don't tell me, not until tomorrow because I really need to get a move on."
Brad had never seen her really in a hurry for anything, a surprised look across his face.
Brad:
"Where to?"
"Where to?"
TRIXIE:
"I'm going to San Diego. Big match tonight, so I can't sit here gossiping with you about Damien or Mike, or your secret crush on Lacey."
"I'm going to San Diego. Big match tonight, so I can't sit here gossiping with you about Damien or Mike, or your secret crush on Lacey."
Brad:
"Shu'up. Not that she noticed me anyway."
"Shu'up. Not that she noticed me anyway."
Trixie chuckles, blissful nostalgia right here and now as the evening was drawing in and she took full notice of it.
TRIXIE:
"Awww. Now unless you're coming with, no more school talk."
"Awww. Now unless you're coming with, no more school talk."
Trixie scoots herself off the hood of her car and Brad subsequently gets off to dust off his trousers.
Brad:
"Sure. Why not. Might as well see what all this hubbub is about."
"Sure. Why not. Might as well see what all this hubbub is about."
TRIXIE:
"Good, I'll see about a ticket…so..Vogue?"
"Good, I'll see about a ticket…so..Vogue?"
Brad:
"Right, Listen. I only saw that magazine because it was in the pile when I went to see my dentist. And besides, I'm not the one half dressed."
"Right, Listen. I only saw that magazine because it was in the pile when I went to see my dentist. And besides, I'm not the one half dressed."
TRIXIE:
"Yes, but I work it well."
"Yes, but I work it well."
Trixie says strutting to her car looking over her shoulder at him with a happy smirk. Getting herself into the car as Brad gets himself into his fiat to follow her, both heading to the complex for the show.