Post by Wallace on Jun 4, 2013 11:36:33 GMT -5
The scene opens two days after the May 25th episode of Saturday Night Rapture in Rockville, MD, a city not far outside of Washington D.C.
It’s a bright day in a wealthy neighborhood in Rockville, there’s not a cloud in sight. A cab pulls into the street and stops next to a mailbox labeled “Warr”. Wallace steps out of the cab, and walks towards the “Warr” house carrying a bag thrown over his left shoulder, and rolling a suitcase with his right hand.
This house belongs to Mark Warr. Mark was the drummer for Wallace’s band “Thunderdawgz” before they kicked Wallace out and eventually split up. Mark and Wallace were best friends back in their rock n roll days. They would always go out to clubs and pick up women together, and they never fought over who got which girl. Wallace always went for the blondes, or the red heads when they were present, and Mark always preferred brunettes. Let’s get back to the scene and find out what exactly happened between them.
Wallace sets his belongings down and knocks on the door. After a few seconds a tall, skinny, well-dressed black man opens the door.
Wallace: Marky Mark! Long time no see brother! Nice sweater vest.
He gets the door slammed in his face.
Wallace: Mark come on man, don’t do this to me! Open the door!
Wallace keeps banging on the door and yelling obnoxiously for Mark to open the door. Finally after about 3 mins, Mark opens the door again, he does not look happy. He stands at the doorway, not completely stepping outside.
Mark: What the hell do you want? And why do you have a suitcase?
Wallace: Hey! Is that how you talk your best friend?
Mark: We’re not friends anymore Ted.
(Yes, Wallace does have a first name)
Wallace: Really Mark? You know I only go by my last name now. Why don’t we let bygones be bygones?
Mark: You slept with Tommy’s wife!
Wallace: Okay, number one, if he didn’t sell out and get married, I wouldn’t have slept with his wife…I would’ve slept with his girlfriend.
Mark: I should smack you for saying that.
Wallace: And number two, he was the bass player. No one cares about the bass player, we could’ve replaced him and no one would’ve even realized.
From the outside looking in the house you can see a Hispanic woman in her late 20’s carrying a baby. Wallace notices her.
Wallace: Who is that?
Mark steps completely outside and closes the door behind him.
Mark: That’s my wife.
Wallace: Not bad. She is smoking hot. Who’s the kid though?
Mark: My son.
Wallace: You have a kid? Bummer.
Mark: We were trying to have one. Ted why did you come here?
Wallace: Well I was back in town for the week, and I was hoping to see my best friend and have some good times like we used to.
Mark: I’m sorry man; you slept with Tommy’s wife. And she was a brunette!
Wallace: So what? Just because you like brunettes means I can never have one? I would gladly give up a blonde for you anytime. And it was Tommy’s wife, it’s not like it was yours.
Mark: He was our friend, you don’t do shit like that to your friends.
Wallace: Look I’m sorry about everything that happened. Just come get a drink with me for a little bit. What do you say? Just one drink.
Mark hesitates
Mark: Alright Ted. ONE drink. And you’re gonna have to get a hotel room; you’re not crashing at my place.
Scene fades and opens two hours and six beers later at a local bar. Wallace and Mark sit at a table, talking about the old days and laughing their asses off. Wallace spots a red head and a brunette in the opposite corner of the bar. He and Mark look at each other.
Mark: No man, I’m married, and I have a kid. I can’t be doing this anymore.
Wallace: Come on Marky Mark, one more for old time’s sake.
Mark: No can do Wallace. It’s not happening.
One hour later….
Wallace and Mark are in a cheap hotel room with the red head and the brunette, blaring old Thunderdawgz songs, Wallace is only wearing his tightie whities and socks, Mark is down to his boxers, and the two girls are in their bra and panties. Mark has just finished doing a line of coke.
Mark: Fuck man! How the hell do I always let you talk me into doing this?
Wallace: Because I know how to have a good time.
Mark: You’re right; this is the best night I’ve had in a while.
Over the music, “The Imperial March” is heard.
Wallace: The fuck is that?
Mark: Damn! My wife is calling.
Wallace: Your wife’s ringtone is the imperial march? Hahaha!
Mark: Yeah. Do I look high?
Wallace: No man, I don’t think she’ll notice.
Mark grabs his phone from the nightstand and answers it. Screaming can be heard from the other end.
Mark: Shit man, I gotta go.
Wallace: The party is just getting started dude!
Brunette: Yeah, don’t leave me baby.
Mark: Sorry, I have to leave.
Mark exits the room. Wallace looks depressed.
Red: Don’t worry Wallace, that just means you get both of us to yourself.
Wallace climbs on to the bed and lies on his back.
Wallace: That’s my best friend. I can’t do this without him….Ah, what the hell am I saying? Yes I can! Come up here with me.
Both of the girls jump onto the bed and get under the covers with him as the scene ends.
The next scene starts the following day with Wallace sitting alone in his hotel room. He’s scrolling through the contacts in his phone. He gets to Mark’s name and stares at it for a couple minutes before finally calling. Mark answers.
Mark: Hello?
Wallace: Mark, it’s Wallace.
Mark: Look man, last night was fun, but I’ve got a family now. I can’t hang out with you anymore.
Wallace: Come on man, we’re bros. Remember when we used to say “bros before hoes”? What happened to that?
Mark: I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t subtly call my wife a ho. Ted, we had some good times, but it’s time to grow up dude. I have a wife and kid; I can’t be doing crazy shit anymore.
Wallace: I understand. If we can't hang out anymore, at least watch me on TV. I’m gonna be facing Bryan Stryker on the next Saturday Night Rapture.
Mark: Will do man.
Wallace hangs up his phone, quickly stands up and throws it against the wall in anger.
Wallace: Fucking sellout!
He finally composes himself.
Wallace: I need a new bro.
Scene end.
What did I tell you? My first match in the PCW was amazing. I was scheduled to fight one person and it turned into a 3 on 1 match. But did it matter? Hell no. I still went in and not only put on an amazing match, but I also came out on top. Seriously though, that match is going to go down in history as the day “Flawless” Wallace debuted and made four people famous in one night. Those people are Sexton Raze, Big Geek-I mean Big Zeke, Champagne Moretti, and last but most certainly not least, I made myself famous. I made a name for myself in the PCW my first night here by killing three careers with one stone, and I’m only going to get bigger.
This upcoming Rapture, I’m facing Bryan Stryker, one of PCW’s champions. Honestly, this isn’t even a challenge. I mean look at the guy. He looks like a Jersey Shore reject. But I guess in a federation of ugly motherfuckers, looks don’t matter too much. However, the stud “Flawless” Wallace is going to go into this match on Saturday and he’s gonna do what he does best. Wallace is going to steal the show, Wallace is going to kick Bryan Stryker in the teeth, and Wallace is going win his match. You can call me Billy the Kid, Bryan because I am going to make you famous.
My name is “Flawless” Wallace and I approve this message.
It’s a bright day in a wealthy neighborhood in Rockville, there’s not a cloud in sight. A cab pulls into the street and stops next to a mailbox labeled “Warr”. Wallace steps out of the cab, and walks towards the “Warr” house carrying a bag thrown over his left shoulder, and rolling a suitcase with his right hand.
This house belongs to Mark Warr. Mark was the drummer for Wallace’s band “Thunderdawgz” before they kicked Wallace out and eventually split up. Mark and Wallace were best friends back in their rock n roll days. They would always go out to clubs and pick up women together, and they never fought over who got which girl. Wallace always went for the blondes, or the red heads when they were present, and Mark always preferred brunettes. Let’s get back to the scene and find out what exactly happened between them.
Wallace sets his belongings down and knocks on the door. After a few seconds a tall, skinny, well-dressed black man opens the door.
Wallace: Marky Mark! Long time no see brother! Nice sweater vest.
He gets the door slammed in his face.
Wallace: Mark come on man, don’t do this to me! Open the door!
Wallace keeps banging on the door and yelling obnoxiously for Mark to open the door. Finally after about 3 mins, Mark opens the door again, he does not look happy. He stands at the doorway, not completely stepping outside.
Mark: What the hell do you want? And why do you have a suitcase?
Wallace: Hey! Is that how you talk your best friend?
Mark: We’re not friends anymore Ted.
(Yes, Wallace does have a first name)
Wallace: Really Mark? You know I only go by my last name now. Why don’t we let bygones be bygones?
Mark: You slept with Tommy’s wife!
Wallace: Okay, number one, if he didn’t sell out and get married, I wouldn’t have slept with his wife…I would’ve slept with his girlfriend.
Mark: I should smack you for saying that.
Wallace: And number two, he was the bass player. No one cares about the bass player, we could’ve replaced him and no one would’ve even realized.
From the outside looking in the house you can see a Hispanic woman in her late 20’s carrying a baby. Wallace notices her.
Wallace: Who is that?
Mark steps completely outside and closes the door behind him.
Mark: That’s my wife.
Wallace: Not bad. She is smoking hot. Who’s the kid though?
Mark: My son.
Wallace: You have a kid? Bummer.
Mark: We were trying to have one. Ted why did you come here?
Wallace: Well I was back in town for the week, and I was hoping to see my best friend and have some good times like we used to.
Mark: I’m sorry man; you slept with Tommy’s wife. And she was a brunette!
Wallace: So what? Just because you like brunettes means I can never have one? I would gladly give up a blonde for you anytime. And it was Tommy’s wife, it’s not like it was yours.
Mark: He was our friend, you don’t do shit like that to your friends.
Wallace: Look I’m sorry about everything that happened. Just come get a drink with me for a little bit. What do you say? Just one drink.
Mark hesitates
Mark: Alright Ted. ONE drink. And you’re gonna have to get a hotel room; you’re not crashing at my place.
Scene fades and opens two hours and six beers later at a local bar. Wallace and Mark sit at a table, talking about the old days and laughing their asses off. Wallace spots a red head and a brunette in the opposite corner of the bar. He and Mark look at each other.
Mark: No man, I’m married, and I have a kid. I can’t be doing this anymore.
Wallace: Come on Marky Mark, one more for old time’s sake.
Mark: No can do Wallace. It’s not happening.
One hour later….
Wallace and Mark are in a cheap hotel room with the red head and the brunette, blaring old Thunderdawgz songs, Wallace is only wearing his tightie whities and socks, Mark is down to his boxers, and the two girls are in their bra and panties. Mark has just finished doing a line of coke.
Mark: Fuck man! How the hell do I always let you talk me into doing this?
Wallace: Because I know how to have a good time.
Mark: You’re right; this is the best night I’ve had in a while.
Over the music, “The Imperial March” is heard.
Wallace: The fuck is that?
Mark: Damn! My wife is calling.
Wallace: Your wife’s ringtone is the imperial march? Hahaha!
Mark: Yeah. Do I look high?
Wallace: No man, I don’t think she’ll notice.
Mark grabs his phone from the nightstand and answers it. Screaming can be heard from the other end.
Mark: Shit man, I gotta go.
Wallace: The party is just getting started dude!
Brunette: Yeah, don’t leave me baby.
Mark: Sorry, I have to leave.
Mark exits the room. Wallace looks depressed.
Red: Don’t worry Wallace, that just means you get both of us to yourself.
Wallace climbs on to the bed and lies on his back.
Wallace: That’s my best friend. I can’t do this without him….Ah, what the hell am I saying? Yes I can! Come up here with me.
Both of the girls jump onto the bed and get under the covers with him as the scene ends.
The next scene starts the following day with Wallace sitting alone in his hotel room. He’s scrolling through the contacts in his phone. He gets to Mark’s name and stares at it for a couple minutes before finally calling. Mark answers.
Mark: Hello?
Wallace: Mark, it’s Wallace.
Mark: Look man, last night was fun, but I’ve got a family now. I can’t hang out with you anymore.
Wallace: Come on man, we’re bros. Remember when we used to say “bros before hoes”? What happened to that?
Mark: I’m gonna pretend like you didn’t subtly call my wife a ho. Ted, we had some good times, but it’s time to grow up dude. I have a wife and kid; I can’t be doing crazy shit anymore.
Wallace: I understand. If we can't hang out anymore, at least watch me on TV. I’m gonna be facing Bryan Stryker on the next Saturday Night Rapture.
Mark: Will do man.
Wallace hangs up his phone, quickly stands up and throws it against the wall in anger.
Wallace: Fucking sellout!
He finally composes himself.
Wallace: I need a new bro.
Scene end.
What did I tell you? My first match in the PCW was amazing. I was scheduled to fight one person and it turned into a 3 on 1 match. But did it matter? Hell no. I still went in and not only put on an amazing match, but I also came out on top. Seriously though, that match is going to go down in history as the day “Flawless” Wallace debuted and made four people famous in one night. Those people are Sexton Raze, Big Geek-I mean Big Zeke, Champagne Moretti, and last but most certainly not least, I made myself famous. I made a name for myself in the PCW my first night here by killing three careers with one stone, and I’m only going to get bigger.
This upcoming Rapture, I’m facing Bryan Stryker, one of PCW’s champions. Honestly, this isn’t even a challenge. I mean look at the guy. He looks like a Jersey Shore reject. But I guess in a federation of ugly motherfuckers, looks don’t matter too much. However, the stud “Flawless” Wallace is going to go into this match on Saturday and he’s gonna do what he does best. Wallace is going to steal the show, Wallace is going to kick Bryan Stryker in the teeth, and Wallace is going win his match. You can call me Billy the Kid, Bryan because I am going to make you famous.
My name is “Flawless” Wallace and I approve this message.