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| The scene is the Corn Palace parking lot ::Snake Eyes is seen in street clothes carrying a large nike duffel bag. He walks halfway through the parking lot until he reaches his 2000 Corvette. He jumps in and drives off:: The scene jumps to Motel 6 room that we saw him in earlier ::He's lounging on his bed reading a book. The camera zooms in on the title of the book. It's "Corx, a Biography" He lays the book down and looks at the camera sneering:: Snake Eyes: Just studying for my match on Tuesday. Gonna be a good one, y'know? But it won't be good for everyone. For example, John Vendetta. Could it possibly be good for a chump like him? I think not. He has not one, but five people on his back. It won't be pretty. But then again, that's John Vendetta. I'll have five people on my back though too. But do I care? Not really, because I can handle 'em all. Throw 'em all at me folks, 'cause I don't really care. On Tuesday, I'll prove that I'm the best in more than one way. ::Just then there's a knock on the door. Snake Eyes, startled, gets up and opens it. At the door is a short, stocky man with really bushy eye brows and dirty clothes. He's stumbling around like he's drunk:: Man: Heeeey theere. How yoou doin'? Haha. Snake Eyes: Who are you? Man: It's been a long time sonny. Haven't seen you in a while. How're yoou doin'? Snake Eyes: What the heck? Dad? What're you doing here? ::Snake Eyes' dad falls on the floor and throws up. Snake Eyes looks disgustedly down at his dad. His dad looks up:: Dad: Oops, I messed my pants. Better get these washed now, huh? Snake Eyes: Dangitt. Now I have to go call room service and ask them to clean this up. What the heck is wrong with you? ::Snake Eyes' dad looks up and curses at him. Snake Eyes, surprised slams the door on him. His dad is now yelling repeated curse words through the crack in the door:: ::Snake Eyes opens the door again:: Snake Eyes: What the heck is the matter with you? You know much I hate it when you drink beer. Why do you show up at my room drunk as a dog? When I was a kid I had to go to the bar and drag you home after you wasted a day's pay. You nearly ruined my entire life. That's why I was always angry as a kid. It was you dad, it was you. ::Snake Eyes' dad looks at himself. He has a facial expression that says 'I'm sorry'. But then he looked at his son and starts cursing at him again:: Snake Eyes: Dad, go away. I'll talk to you when you're sober. Some things never change, and I guess you drinking is one of them. ::The door slams again. Snake Eyes walks back to the bed and starts to read again. He's obviously disturbed, so he looks at the camera again:: Snake Eyes: After all these years. This is the first time he's ever visited me. And now I'm glad it is. I can't live with his problems. I thought he'd have changed, but he didn't. Some things never change, and that seems to sum it up. ::Snake Eyes' nose wrinkles and he looks at the puddle of vomit on the floor. He calls the office and explains the entire mess to them. He hangs up the phone and looks back at the camera:: Snake Eyes: Jeez. My dad is the worst of my troubles at the moment. I still have Tuesday Shockwave. Ultimate Battle match, huh? Stupid name, cool concept. ::There's a knock on the door again. Snake Eyes looks at the door uneasily. Reluctantly he gets up and opens the door:: Lady: Room Service. I'm here to clean up the mess. ::Snake Eyes, relieved, lets her in:: Snake Eyes: Yeah, yeah. ::He goes back to his bed, sits down and starts to talk again. The lady is still cleaning in the background:: Snake Eyes: Jeez, what a mess. Oh well, that's nothing compared to the mess this Tuesday. I'll flatten every one of the five men until they have to scrap you off the mat. And that, isn't a joke, bobbo. ::Snake Eyes chuckles a little:: Snake Eyes: We have John Vendetta, the wandering hitman. Well, that scares me a little. A hitman, in the ring? I don't know about you, but I've heard very little about hitmen being out of the ring. So Mr. Hitman, when I fight you, there will be only two hits. Me hitting you, and you hitting the ground. Hard. ::The cleaning lady, who just finished cleaning up the vomit, gets out of the room, and shuts the door quietly:: Snake Eyes: The Old Fraud, Corx. Well, you surprise me. I never thought there could be a more womanly wrestler than the Headbangers. But I guess I was wrong. You're wearing a black skirt down to the ring. Now, I don't know about anyone else, but I think that's a bit odd. Most wrestlers are manly, yet as Corx has proven, there is also a strong feminine side to wrestlers who's names start with C. Hmm... Snake Eyes: EOE, the only wrestling skill I believe he's good at is the old interfering skill. Very important to have if you're a loser who makes a name for himself by sneaking up on others to help their friends win. Well, call me weird, but that doesn't seem very skillful to me. Dude, seriously. You lost to Corx. That's pretty sad if you ask me. Don't know about you, but I've never lost to a women before. ::Snake Eyes holds up the cover of "Corx, a Biography" which shows Corx wearing his regular wrestling wear of a black skirt with a black shirt. Snake Eyes grins broadly again:: How could I forget, Shawn Chase. Who has the wrestling skills of my grandma, with her walker. Sure, you could use the walker as a weapon, but still. Shawn, 2-0 has 'torn' through the league. Nothing to impress me yet, Shawn. You beat a woman, and a pansy. Sorry I had to ruin your party. You stand 'No Chance' against me this Tuesday. You have the chances of an ice cube surviving in Hades. Glad I learned that Greek Mythology. ::Snake Eyes looks on the table for something. He eventually finds a piece of paper. He looks at it for a moment:: Snake Eyes: Ahhh, yes. Suicide. The 19 year old piece of crap. Listen here, you can swing your country guitar all you want. But you remind me of a certain Double J. Oops, did I let that slip? Jeez, the least you could do is have a better taste in music? You a hick if ah eva' sawn one. Don't roll Snake Eyes, because you'll just run out of luck. Fade to black... |
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