Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2020 18:35:41 GMT -8
Scene fades in backstage in the trainer’s room after Collision has gone off the air. We see Ebony Arceri sitting on the exam table as medics are tending to her wound as a VERY angry Ian Dickenson paces nearby. Ebony herself seems to be less than her usual cheery self as well.
Ian: Lee is a fucking dead man….
Ebony: Just goes to show that he’s nothing but a coward… can’t get the job done on his own, so he has to have his cunt of a mouthpiece to pull his ass out of the fire.
The medics try to keep Ebony from moving around too much while they’re attempting to treat her wounds.
Medic: Ms Arceri, could you please keep still?
She casts the nearest medic a bit of side eye as an uncharacteristic growl seasons her voice.
Ebony: Given the circumstances, this is about as still as I’m going to get. That piece of shit has some major karma heading his way….
Ian looks away from Ebony momentarily to address the medics.
Ian: How bad are her wounds?
Medic: It looks far worse than it really is. A few stitches and she should be fine.
The corner of Ebony’s lip curls into a sneer.
Ebony: A few stitches…
The growl in her voice deepens, obscuring her words as she mutters under her breath.
Medic: Ms Arceri…
Ebony: Yeah, yeah… I know. “Hold still!”
At that moment, Ebony’s phone begins to play “Poison” by Alice Cooper. Between stitches, Ebony instinctively turns to where her jacket is located, but Ian swoops in to answer the phone instead. He hits the button to put the call on speakerphone.
Ian: Hello, Alicia…
Alicia: (over the phone) How did you know it was me?
Ian: By the ringtone.
A mildly annoyed groan can be heard over the phone as Ebony sits on the table, continuing to mutter under her breath.
Alicia: Never mind. What’s the situation with Ebony? Is she okay?
Ebony: Oh, just fucking PEACHY!
Ian: Neither of us are in the mood to be polite right now, Alicia….
Alicia: I understand that tone far too well…. Both of you are out for blood, and rightfully so. I’ve been in your shoes more times than I care to count.
Ebony: Tell me something I don’t already know….
Alicia: Let me give you a little bit of advice: Be smart about getting your payback. Don’t be reckless.
As Ebony casts her eyes toward her phone in Ian’s hand, a chuckle hisses through her clenched teeth.
Ebony: Oh-ho-ho… just wait until I...
Her voice begins to trail off into another series of mutterings, this time in a few more “colorful” Spanish words.
Alicia: Oh my…
Ian looks at the phone as the slightest hint of an evil grin creeps onto the otherwise furious expression on his face. A knock on the door distracts him from what’s happening in front of him.
Ian: What the fuck now?
He places the phone on a nearby table while he crosses the room and wrenches open the door, surprising the young girl standing there. The look on her face as Ian bores a hole through her with his eyes borders on pure terror.
Ian: What the FUCK do you want?!?
Girl: I-I was asked t-to…
Ian: To what?!?
Girl: T-to give you this…
She holds out a folded sheet of paper. Once Ian snatches it out of her trembling hand, she’s almost relieved as she beats a hasty retreat. Ian shakes his head at the fleeing figure before closing the door. As he turns to face Ebony, Ebony jumps down from the exam table, which prompts sighs from the medics that were looking her over. Sighs that were a mixture of exasperation at Ebony’s nearly constant fidgeting, and relief that they were finally finished.
Ebony: Who was that?
Ian: An intern, I guess. She had a note or something…
Ebony makes her way over to Ian’s side, peering over his arm at the note in his hand.
Ebony: So, what does it say?
Ian unfolds the sheet of paper, and as both of them read it, they turn to look at each other and slowly begin to nod their heads. Slow, wicked smiles begin to creep across their faces as the scene fades out.
Ian: Lee is a fucking dead man….
Ebony: Just goes to show that he’s nothing but a coward… can’t get the job done on his own, so he has to have his cunt of a mouthpiece to pull his ass out of the fire.
The medics try to keep Ebony from moving around too much while they’re attempting to treat her wounds.
Medic: Ms Arceri, could you please keep still?
She casts the nearest medic a bit of side eye as an uncharacteristic growl seasons her voice.
Ebony: Given the circumstances, this is about as still as I’m going to get. That piece of shit has some major karma heading his way….
Ian looks away from Ebony momentarily to address the medics.
Ian: How bad are her wounds?
Medic: It looks far worse than it really is. A few stitches and she should be fine.
The corner of Ebony’s lip curls into a sneer.
Ebony: A few stitches…
The growl in her voice deepens, obscuring her words as she mutters under her breath.
Medic: Ms Arceri…
Ebony: Yeah, yeah… I know. “Hold still!”
At that moment, Ebony’s phone begins to play “Poison” by Alice Cooper. Between stitches, Ebony instinctively turns to where her jacket is located, but Ian swoops in to answer the phone instead. He hits the button to put the call on speakerphone.
Ian: Hello, Alicia…
Alicia: (over the phone) How did you know it was me?
Ian: By the ringtone.
A mildly annoyed groan can be heard over the phone as Ebony sits on the table, continuing to mutter under her breath.
Alicia: Never mind. What’s the situation with Ebony? Is she okay?
Ebony: Oh, just fucking PEACHY!
Ian: Neither of us are in the mood to be polite right now, Alicia….
Alicia: I understand that tone far too well…. Both of you are out for blood, and rightfully so. I’ve been in your shoes more times than I care to count.
Ebony: Tell me something I don’t already know….
Alicia: Let me give you a little bit of advice: Be smart about getting your payback. Don’t be reckless.
As Ebony casts her eyes toward her phone in Ian’s hand, a chuckle hisses through her clenched teeth.
Ebony: Oh-ho-ho… just wait until I...
Her voice begins to trail off into another series of mutterings, this time in a few more “colorful” Spanish words.
Alicia: Oh my…
Ian looks at the phone as the slightest hint of an evil grin creeps onto the otherwise furious expression on his face. A knock on the door distracts him from what’s happening in front of him.
Ian: What the fuck now?
He places the phone on a nearby table while he crosses the room and wrenches open the door, surprising the young girl standing there. The look on her face as Ian bores a hole through her with his eyes borders on pure terror.
Ian: What the FUCK do you want?!?
Girl: I-I was asked t-to…
Ian: To what?!?
Girl: T-to give you this…
She holds out a folded sheet of paper. Once Ian snatches it out of her trembling hand, she’s almost relieved as she beats a hasty retreat. Ian shakes his head at the fleeing figure before closing the door. As he turns to face Ebony, Ebony jumps down from the exam table, which prompts sighs from the medics that were looking her over. Sighs that were a mixture of exasperation at Ebony’s nearly constant fidgeting, and relief that they were finally finished.
Ebony: Who was that?
Ian: An intern, I guess. She had a note or something…
Ebony makes her way over to Ian’s side, peering over his arm at the note in his hand.
Ebony: So, what does it say?
Ian unfolds the sheet of paper, and as both of them read it, they turn to look at each other and slowly begin to nod their heads. Slow, wicked smiles begin to creep across their faces as the scene fades out.
