Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2017 19:07:02 GMT -5
INT. BAR - POST ASYLUM - EVENING - JUNE
In the bar, sitting in a corner booth is TRIXIE. Her blonde hair quickly gathered into a ponytail and wearing a black floral bralet that leaves her belly button exposed but the table covers it up for it not to be on display. A pair of black denim shorts that are more conservative than her other cut-off shorts as well as a pair of leather ankle cut boots with a thick platform 3' heel.
Brad joins her in a fading white dress shirt with a grey vest poking out of the small v he has going on in his very upper chest area.
Brad:
"Oy oy! Nice booth here."
"Oy oy! Nice booth here."
Brad says feeling the padding behind him and snuggles in.
Brad:
"Hard luck at that show, he proper wholloped you, didn't he?"
"Hard luck at that show, he proper wholloped you, didn't he?"
Brad says looking at Trixie's face, covered up completely with a concealer to avoid any bruises making it into the public.
TRIXIE:
(Sarcastic)
"I forgot you were voted most sensitive in school."
(Sarcastic)
"I forgot you were voted most sensitive in school."
Trixie shrugs and raises her drink, going for a bottled beer on this ocassion.
Brad:
"I thought it was so cool though, you know when you basically controlled who had the title. That was some well good Little Finger like shit."
"I thought it was so cool though, you know when you basically controlled who had the title. That was some well good Little Finger like shit."
And Brad tosses his hand forward to click his fingers and rests his hands on the table, showing off a Game of Thrones ring, hence his pop culture comment.
TRIXIE:
"Well, I just thought I'd do what was fair. I'd had my title matches interrupted too often, fair is fair."
"Well, I just thought I'd do what was fair. I'd had my title matches interrupted too often, fair is fair."
Trixie's phone bleeps. The header shows it's from SCUV Management titled: "Asylum 12 Match Details". Trixie just locks her phone to ignore it.
TRIXIE:
"No work tonight, I'm going to have a nice relaxing drink."
"No work tonight, I'm going to have a nice relaxing drink."
And Trixie puts another swig of alcohol down her throat. Entering the bar, however, is a familar face to solely Trixie. A man she met hours prior to Asylum, a director who fed her a part about Princess Sparkles but made it seedy. He walks up to the booth, a sense of pride and smugness about him as Trixie blantantly avoids eye contact.
Director:
"I knew my script was right, shoulda done it. Stupid girl."
"I knew my script was right, shoulda done it. Stupid girl."
And he walks to the bar. Unbeknowst to him, two lads playing pool have kept an eye on that very exchange. CHAZ and JACKIE.
INT. BAR - TRIXIE'S BOOTH
Trixie glares to the director as Brad is quite confused as to who he was and what happened.
Brad:
"Soooo what was all that about?"
"Soooo what was all that about?"
TRIXIE:
"A vulgar guy wanting me to do vulgar things, I blatantly refused and he's bitter. Just wish I won the match, can't deal with him being smug."
"A vulgar guy wanting me to do vulgar things, I blatantly refused and he's bitter. Just wish I won the match, can't deal with him being smug."
INT. BAR - POOL TABLE
JACKIE and CHAZ. Each standing well over six-foot. Chaz wears a black tank top and baggy jeans where Stang wore a much more vibrant attire; A flashy purple shirt with a yellow shirt design resembling that of a kaleidoscope with some flared pants.
Jackie Stang:
That the creep?
That the creep?
Chaz Fisher:
Yea. That'd be the director guy, can't leave Tricity alone.
Yea. That'd be the director guy, can't leave Tricity alone.
They say watching, pool cues in hand as Chaz looks down to chalk up the cue and lay it down on the table. The director comes their way and Stang shoulder checks the guy immediately.
Director:
"What the fu-"
"What the fu-"
The director looks Stang up and down, being 5'8, he wasn't capable of looking Stang in the eye as he towers over him at 6'3. Stang plays up and act, being polite to the guy.
Jackie Stang:
Damn. My bad, Guy.
Damn. My bad, Guy.
Chaz Fisher:
Dude, watch yourself man. You realize who you just hit Gary C, adult video extraordinaire.
Dude, watch yourself man. You realize who you just hit Gary C, adult video extraordinaire.
Jumping into the conversation and lecture Jackie on the adult director.
Jackie Stang:
I didn't realize and, ya know, don't wanna hurt my chances at breaking in the business.
I didn't realize and, ya know, don't wanna hurt my chances at breaking in the business.
Chaz has his back to the director and gives Stang a "well played" smirk. The director, GARY C, almost with dollar signs for eyes, looks at Stang for his rugged look.
Director:
"You. You're an adult film star?"
"You. You're an adult film star?"
Stang half shrugs with a semi-nod, acting nonchalantly about it.
Jackie Stang:
Well, trying. We both are.
Well, trying. We both are.
Stang doesn't put his arm around Chaz's shoulders in a buddy fashion, but on his closest shoulder as they stand side by side.
Chaz Fisher:
Just tanto pussy gigs, no dude on dude.
Just tanto pussy gigs, no dude on dude.
Chaz stresses with a wide-eyed look to the director.
INT. BAR - TRIXIE'S BOOTH
Trixie glares to the director as Brad is quite confused as to who he was and what happened.
Brad:
"Please check your phone, I'm dead interested now in all this wrestling bit. Bet you've got something good and all."
"Please check your phone, I'm dead interested now in all this wrestling bit. Bet you've got something good and all."
TRIXIE:
"Nope. I'm going to be surprised and let my fans watch me be surprised too."
"Nope. I'm going to be surprised and let my fans watch me be surprised too."
Trixie takes her phone out of Brad's reach. Brad sighs, with a disappointed huff afterwards.
TRIXIE:
"I am looking forward to getting home though. My house, Brad. My house is so lovely, big bed to lay in, training room and all to work on my wrestling."
"I am looking forward to getting home though. My house, Brad. My house is so lovely, big bed to lay in, training room and all to work on my wrestling."
Brad:
"No way! You got out of that apartment with your mom?"
"No way! You got out of that apartment with your mom?"
TRIXIE:
"Oh long ago. I moved into my own little apartment I loved, did everything on my own, started wrestling training in Michigan in a tough school and I don't know, now I'm trying to go back to doing everything myself
again. It's much more self-validating."
"Oh long ago. I moved into my own little apartment I loved, did everything on my own, started wrestling training in Michigan in a tough school and I don't know, now I'm trying to go back to doing everything myself
again. It's much more self-validating."
Trixie takes another swig of beer and is happily ignoring the eyes to her by some male patrons in the bar, not necessarily entertaining any of them with an invitation, enjoying herself and her school chum talk.
Brad:
"Girl power and all that."
"Girl power and all that."
Brad begins to down his own beer, though not able to really drink as well as Trixie, he was clearly a lightweight.
INT. BAR - BY THE POOL TABLE
CHAZ had just uttered they were looking for guy on guy adult video work.
Jackie Stang:
I know man, this is LA, I thought I'd be getting wang shoots left and right.
I know man, this is LA, I thought I'd be getting wang shoots left and right.
GARY strokes his chin, and he lets out a little chuckle as he gets ready to get something off his chest.
Gary C:
"This may come as a surprise to you gentlemen, but I've actually been looking to expand my visions to the male on male niche. It's actually quite dominated, all the actors go to the competition."
"This may come as a surprise to you gentlemen, but I've actually been looking to expand my visions to the male on male niche. It's actually quite dominated, all the actors go to the competition."
Chaz Fisher:
You got their number?.
You got their number?.
Gary looks at Chaz with the start of a frown oncoming. Jackie squeezes his shoulder for two reasons. To Gary, it was to make Chaz not be so insensitive and blind to Gary's offer to start a new genre for his production. To Chaz, it was a good boy for selling and making Gary their mark.
Jackie Stang:
Now Chaz. Dear. We need the work, why not be the gays..guys who star in the first porno for Gary C?
Now Chaz. Dear. We need the work, why not be the gays..guys who star in the first porno for Gary C?
Jackie looks towards Chaz while glancing back at Gary. Gary is all but sold on his two newest stars to be.
Gary C:
"I, of course, need to witness proof that you both are, of substantial size."
"I, of course, need to witness proof that you both are, of substantial size."
Chaz Fisher:
Here? Whatever.
Here? Whatever.
Chaz reaches to his waistband, just going for it to shock Gary who puts both hands up to stop an indecent exposure.
Gary C:
"No no no no. Not here. We'll schedule an auditon this week."
"No no no no. Not here. We'll schedule an auditon this week."
Chaz Fisher:
Nah, we'll go out back, flash my dick.
Nah, we'll go out back, flash my dick.
Chaz leans his head to gesture to the door to the alley way where many would go for a quick cigarette or drunkenly make out with a stranger. Jackie looks at it, pulls a pensive face and then shrugs.
Jackie Stang:
I don't mind, saves us both time.
I don't mind, saves us both time.
Jackie adds a bit of a gleeful chuckle as Gary just goes with their spontaneity and holds his hand out towards the door as an invitation.
Director:
"After you gentleman."
"After you gentleman."
The pair head to the door with Gary following them closely behind, trying to observe Chaz's rear quickly for a cinematic frame.
INT. BAR - TRIXIE'S BOOTH
TRIXIE:
"Girl power."
"Girl power."
They clink their bottles, Trixie a new one and Brad a third of the way down his first.
TRIXIE:
"I read that in Vogue magazine."
"I read that in Vogue magazine."
Brad gives her a friendly glare, as he'd mentioned vogue just after he nearly had a crash with Trixie and she definitely wasn't going to let him forget it.
Brad:
"I'm not going to share my interests with you anymore then."
"I'm not going to share my interests with you anymore then."
TRIXIE:
"I won't say it when Jackie and Chaz finish their game, trust me, they'll never let you live it down."
"I won't say it when Jackie and Chaz finish their game, trust me, they'll never let you live it down."
Trixie says looking towards the bar, which prevented her seeing the pool table area and drank, oblivious as she hails the bartender and pays for another round for everyone, excluding Brad.
TRIXIE:
"When you finish that one I'll buy you another."
"When you finish that one I'll buy you another."
EXT. BAR - BACK ALLEY
Gary C:
"Okay gentleman, let's see your trouser snakes. Maybe you'll need a little pick-me-up as I need to see what you're like at full attention."
"Okay gentleman, let's see your trouser snakes. Maybe you'll need a little pick-me-up as I need to see what you're like at full attention."
And GARY pulls out what is clearly a viagra pill to help them but Chaz immediately slaps the pills out of his hand. Stang adds a kick to the gut and Gary grunts from the blow. Chaz grabs a handful of hair and drives his fist into the cheekbone to knock Gary into the wall.
Chaz Fisher:
You shouldn't be messing with Trixcity, yeah?
You shouldn't be messing with Trixcity, yeah?
And that's when Jackie superkicks Gary in the dick to drop him down to the floor.
Jackie Stang:
Right in the marbles.
Right in the marbles.
Chaz Fisher:
Pull him up
Pull him up
STANG already knows what Chaz is up to as they exchange a look. Stang lifts Gary up as he coughs from the crotch agony he's in and Chaz makes Gary kiss Chaz's fist.
Chaz Fisher:
Fastball...
Fastball...
Chaz says taking a step back. His movements are much like a baseball pitcher throwing a baseball but his is all his weight and force into one punch that clocks Gary and knocks him, landing the Fastball Punch before holding back Stang from anymore.
Chaz Fisher:
Stang. Stang Stang, we got 'em. He's done man, fastball punched fastball punched.
Stang. Stang Stang, we got 'em. He's done man, fastball punched fastball punched.
Jackie Stang:
One more.
One more.
Chaz backs Stang up near the door.
Chaz Fisher:
Come on, let's go back inside, Trixcity is probably crowded with jackasses how she's dressed.
Come on, let's go back inside, Trixcity is probably crowded with jackasses how she's dressed.
INT. BAR - TRIXIE'S BOOTH
Brad:
"I'm not really used to this, I've been mainly drinking what they call Chardonnay."
"I'm not really used to this, I've been mainly drinking what they call Chardonnay."
TRIXIE:
"Sorry, Max."
"Sorry, Max."
Brad half chuckles as he was aware the main wine drinker in Trixie's family was her cousin Max and they finally spot the two boys coming in. Trixie immediately catches a glimpse of Chaz's hand, red on the knunckles
Chaz Fisher:
Amigos, eh? Niceee, new round.
Amigos, eh? Niceee, new round.
Chaz says getting into the booth and Stang sits on the end after Chaz so the position is Stang, Fisher, Brad, Trixie.
Jackie Stang:
Place is a shithole though.
Place is a shithole though.
Trixie glances at Stang, knowing unless it was Flint, Michigan, he usually hated whatever the area was. But she locks eyes with Chaz. His brown with her hazel and cuts the small talk dead.
TRIXIE:
"Who did you fight?"
"Who did you fight?"
Chaz Fisher:
Wha' me? Nobody. No one.
Wha' me? Nobody. No one.
Trixie keeps staring at Chaz, eyes locked and narrowed.
Jackie Stang:
Don't be on his case like a nagging bitch, Trix.
Don't be on his case like a nagging bitch, Trix.
TRIXIE:
"Chaz, don't lie to me. What happened to that director?"
"Chaz, don't lie to me. What happened to that director?"
Chaz Fisher:
We roughed him up out back, no big deal, chica. Step back now.
We roughed him up out back, no big deal, chica. Step back now.
Chaz downs a bit of his drink.
Jackie Stang:
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
TRIXIE:
"I don't want your help. I'm trying to prove myself now more than ever as The Prime Girl. "
"I don't want your help. I'm trying to prove myself now more than ever as The Prime Girl. "
Brad:
"Girl power and all that, you know."
"Girl power and all that, you know."
And Brad gets a glance from Jackie which makes his hair stand up on the back of his neck and a hard swallow.
Brad:
"Look at that, more beer."
"Look at that, more beer."
Brad says taking the bottle to his lips to plug his mouth hole. Trixie looks towards Jackie.
Jackie Stang:
We just did you a solid. Guy was fucking scum, we got even for you.
We just did you a solid. Guy was fucking scum, we got even for you.
TRIXIE:
"I get even, Jackie, I get even."
"I get even, Jackie, I get even."
A comment where Trixie was stating her intentions to be a sole girl, the Prime girl like she was in EWC Prime, representing the brand as their champion. A growing submissionist competitor in Redemption, Union and Defiant Wrestling, she had a lot on her shoulders and assault was not something she wanted adding especially with the fact her return to Norway was coming up, which had deflated Trixie, hence why she didn't want to look at the match right now. Last time Trixie fought in Norway she saw it as the opportunity to meet her father, offering him a backstage pass to come see her but he didn't accept. Trixie excuses herself from the table and goes out seeking the director whom she now had to deal with, looking to the door and ventures outside.
EXT. BAR - BACK ALLEY
Trixie emerges from the door to look around and see Gary is not sitting on the floor any longer. Her eyes wonder to see him standing up talking to an officer.
Gary C:
"That's her officer. She's the one who did this."
"That's her officer. She's the one who did this."
Trixie is taken back by the accusation and shows a clear expression she has no idea how he's even accusing her of it.
TRIXIE:
(ASTONISHED)
"What?"
(ASTONISHED)
"What?"