The scene opens with the towering Trance standing with his hands on his hips, shaking his head in reaction to a note left on the locker room door. It was obvious he'd get it, only champions are usually afforded the luxury of their own changing room. On it is a skull-style smiley face proclaiming “Trance versus The Experience.”
He looks around before grabbing the note, balling it up tightly in his left fist.
Trance: I'm getting too old for this crap… Who even boo… Stupid question.
At that Trance, barges his way into the locker room. It's empty, save for an open bag, on it is the CCW Tag Team Championships. A growl bubbles up in the hall of famers throat as his gaze begins to hunt the room, wondering where he is.
Trance: You can come out any time you want.
The Turmoil Tag Team Champion Hijo de Mistico walks out after hearing the voice and begins holding his hands up almost like he was surrendering to the giant before him.
Mistico: ¡Espera un segundo! Wait a second, you’re probably still mad over the “me” attacking you during your match with Wrex. That wasn’t even me. I didn’t even wear that mask that night!
Trance: You’re on thin ice with that excuse. I’d expect that sort of dumb line to work on your emotional support friend. Speaking of which… Does he know you’ve left the house without him?
Mistico: Watch it from the camera’s angle amigo, I don’t have hair like that.
The luchador says with a stupid grin on his face. Trance pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
Trance: You wear a mask, no one knows what your god-damned hair looks like.
Mistico would lean his head down so that his hair would be visible to the former champion in front of him.
Mistico: I have a full head of hair unlike whoever attacked you, if you were serious about finding whoever did it you should learn to pay attention to stuff like that.
Trance scowls.
Trance: Actions speak louder than words… If you’re not one of them, then I expect you to show it if you get the chance.
Mistico walks over to his bag and moves it to the floor before sitting down.
Mistico: Alright.
After his attempt to reassure Trance that he wasn’t the attacker, he’d think to himself about what Trance had said as the big man exits the room.
Mistico: and he’s not my emotional support friend!
The camera pans to the announce team.
Let's see how these two open things up.
I've learned to take a wait and see approach.
MARK REECE vs CORN RICKETTS
The camera pans to the announce team.
Welcome to the dance guys.
More to come for these two for sure.
The door to the bar opened, the scent of violence and perversion rolled across the air, followed by footsteps as the newly unleashed, true, Aries took up ownership of the room. Tension hung like an early morning fog, time almost stood still and Karissa Dawson became all too aware everyone had gone home for the night. The Bastard Son began swaggering his way to the bar, as Karissa turned cautiously to face her late night “customer”, placing down the white rag, now a brownish tint, that she had been using to tidy up the bar.
Aries surveys the room. The chairs were place atop the tables, and there wasn’t another soul in sight. He averts his eyes to the stunning Karissa, pressing his elbow against the bar. She attempts to work up the nerve to say something to the present danger in the bar, but Aries breaks the ice.
Aries - Whiskey. Neat.
Karissa stands there, unable to say a word. She knows that one mistake could send Aries into a rage. The silence in these few moments is deafening, leading Aries to slam his hand down onto the oak plywood bar. Karissa lets out a shout, as Aries leans in a bit closer.
Aries - I said whiskey neat, please.
Refusing to meet his gaze, she works up the courage to speak.
Karissa - I’m sorry. We’re closed.
Her lower lip begins to swell from the nervous biting. Aries remains unnerved. Uninterested in what Karissa has to say. His focus is locked on this young woman behind the bar.
Karissa - I said we’re…
He slams his hand on the bar once more, causing the young miss to jump back in fear for her well being.
Aries - I didn’t ask whether you were open or closed, darling. I want a whiskey, and I want it neat.
Karissa stands there, frozen with fear.
Aries - Go ahead, love. Say it again. Tell me that you’re closed. Tell me that I can’t have my whiskey neat.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, attempting to remain calm and center herself. However, closing her eyes might be the biggest mistake she could have made. Aries wasn’t alone. Constance somehow snuck her way into the bar, and makes her way behind the unsuspecting miss Dawson. In seconds, her entire world is turned upside down. Before she can even finish her quick breathing exercise, Constance grabs Karissa by her hair, and slams her face onto the oak plywood bar, right next to Aries’ hand.
Stunned, alone, and afraid; Karissa’s mind rushes with adrenaline and emotion. Constance then begins to “dog walk” miss Dawson out from behind the bar. The clanging of glass and Karissa’s feet being scraped across the wooden floor aren’t the only noises that will make a man uncomfortable tonight.
Aries looks over to Constance with a cold stare, and motions to one of the chairs laid up on the tables.
Aries - Tie her to one of those, Constance.
With one hand filled with Karissa’s hair, Constance uses the other to take a chair off of the table. The sister Fury rips Karissa up by her hair with both hands, and places her firmly into the chair. Karissa is far too dazed and confused to fight back, so Constance pulls out two plastic zip ties, placing them around Karissa’s wrists.
Meanwhile, Aries makes his way behind the bar, browsing the selection the alcohol, searching for his whiskey. He places a bottle of Crown Royal onto the bartop, as well as a crystal whiskey glass.
Constance - Is this really a time to drink? This is practically assault, estupido.
Aries - Constance, if I wanted lip from a sassy Puerto Rican, I’d have invited Jennifer Lopez, because at least she could sing us a God damned song while we commit this class C felony. In fact, I would rather listen to Jenny from the Block than have you pester me because I want a drink.
Aries - I just want a drink, Constance. Is that okay with you? IS THAT OKAY?
Constance rolls her eyes.
Constance - Whatever, bicho. Hurry it up then.
Aries pops open the bottle of Crown Royal, and pours himself a glass.
Aries - You don’t hurry whiskey, Constance. You don’t rush the perfect pour. And why are you on my ass? Is she even awake in that chair? Or did you just break her skull against the bar for no reason?
Constance - Mama bicho…
Constance leans into Karissa’s face and smacks her around a bit.
Constance - Oy! Pendeja! Are you awake in there?!
Karissa slowly begins to come to, as Aries finishes his glass of whiskey, and pours another.
Karissa - Wher...who are...what’s happening?!
Aries - Look over here, love.
Karissa turns her attention to the man that’s taken control of her bar.
Aries - That’s it. You’re finally learning. Listen to Aries. That’s a wonderful trait for a woman to have, don’t you think, Constance?
Constance - Cabron…
Aries - HEY! I KNOW THAT WORD! THAT’S A BAD ONE!
Aries then throws the bottle of Crown Royal against the wall, lashing out like a child to Constance’s insult.
Aries - Do you see what you made me do? I broke that bottle of whiskey, GOD DAMN IT!
Without provocation, he picks up a bottle of Jim Beam and throws it against the same wall.
Aries - Sorry. I just don’t like Jim Beam. Where are the good whiskeys, love?
Karissa tries to be strong in the face of danger.
Karissa - Why are you doing this..?
Before answering the young lady’s inquiry, Aries picks up the register, and hurls it into the collection of expensive alcohol.
Aries - WHY IS THERE NO GOD DAMNED WHISKEY?!
Karissa - IT’S ON THE BOTTOM SHELF!
Constance slaps Karissa for getting too loud.
Aries - Control yourself, Fury. We want her conscience, don’t we?
Aries finds a bottle of Jack on the bottom shelf, just where Karissa said it would be. He grins ear to ear, and finally walks out from behind the bar, but taking the dirty bar rag with him. Aries marches towards the frightened Karissa, signalling to Constance.
Aries - Destroy this place, Fury. Let me talk to this young lady.
Aries opens the bottle of Jack, and pulls up a chair to sit next to Karissa, as Constance begins to cause damage to the bar.
Aries - It’s funny, isn’t it? We’ve never really met, Karissa. You know who I am. I know who you are, but we’ve never really MET. Why is that? I mean, I was only part of a team with Austin. We were only Tag Team Champions, so why have we never met?
Karissa still a bit dazed, tries to answer the maniac.
Karissa - I...I don’t know…
Aries - Hm? Going to have to speak up, love.
Karissa - I don’t know. Why are you doing this?
Aries - Why am I doing this? Isn’t that obvious? I want to know where Austin is, love. You see, I saw him watching from home last week. I didn’t quite like what he had to say, because honestly, I thought we were just done. Apparently he took it personally that I hit him with a chair. What a silly man.
Aries - My focus is on one man, Karissa. Jaysin Clinton Sensation. I can’t divert my focus. I can’t change my mission to leave Jaysin Clinton Sensation a bloody mess in the middle of the ring. Do you understand that? I CAN’T FAIL THIS MISSION, KARISSA!
Aries takes a quick swig of the whiskey, and spits it back into Karissa’s face. Mortified at his actions, Karissa tries to remain strong. She tries not to let this vile human being get the better of her.
Karissa - WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
Aries - WHERE IS AUSTIN?!
Aries takes another swig of the whiskey, and once again spits it back into Karissa’s face.
Karissa - I don’t…!
Aries - YOU WHAT?! YOU DON’T KNOW?! Okay. You don’t know, Karissa. Do me a favor then, love.
Aries motions for Constance to come over to Karissa.
Aries - Hold her head still.
Karissa - What?! What are you doing?!
Constance grabs Karissa’s head, holding it still per Aries’ demand. Aries then places the dirty rag over Karissa’s face. Miss Dawson begins to breathe heavy, as she knows what’s coming next.
Aries - Now, I know we’re not in Guantanamo Bay, love, but this’ll have to make do.
Karissa begins to scream and shout, as Aries teases pouring the whiskey over theTrag.
Aries - Since you won't tell me where he is, tell Austin one thing for me, love. Tell him to piss off. This is bigger than him. Do you understand me? Because the next time I hear my name come out of his stupid mouth, the next time he breathes in my general direction...this is going to be much, much worse.
He pours a small amount of whiskey onto the rag, causing Karissa’s screams to become muddled. She begins to choke on the filth and whiskey, as Aries takes the rag off of her face.
Aries - I like Jamesons, by the way.
Aries tosses the bottle of Jack across the room, as Constance cuts the zip ties. Both members of Scumciety leave the bar, as Karissa is left in that chair. She lets out a guttural yell, finally allowing herself to cry. The camera zooms out, revealing that the bar has been completely wrecked, just like Karissa herself. A broken mess. Thousands of dollars worth of damage, caused by the scum of society.
