Post by Mark Cannon on Oct 24, 2009 10:36:20 GMT -5
Vi: You need a girlfriend.
I looked up from my book, annoyed that she had come into my locker room again without knocking. Plus, I was at a good part.
Mark: And what a lovely day it is.
Vi: You still have that book?
She took the copy of Through The Looking Glass I was reading. Sidenote: Hide books from manager.
Mark: I was reading that!
Vi: You’ve already read this like 500 times.
Mark: It’s what readers do.
Vi: No, it’s what pedophiles do. Now back to the original subject. You need a bang buddy.
Mark: You have such a way with subtly.
Vi: No one’s gonna buy the playboy angle if the only thing you’re playing with is your little boy.
Mark: How long have you been waiting to say that? And I thought we wanted to tone down the playboy thing.
Vi: No, it's un-American. We want the audience on your side. And then maybe you can actually break into some good single matches.
Mark: Wait, what do you mean?
Vi: A Fucking Battle Royal.
Mark: Shit.
Vi: But it’s a good opportunity. Shove your foot down Blade's throat and the crowd will love you. Anyway, I’ve booked a casting session for tomorrow. It’ll be back at the apartment. Discreet. No one can know we’re “casting” you’re girlfriend.
Mark: Can’t I just go out and pick up someone using my natural charm and good looks?
Vi laughs and throws the book at my head. It clunks against my temple and delivers a surprising amount of pain.
Vi: Tool.
And then the auditions.
Vi: Do you have any previous experience in wrestling?
Poor girl, I think she just thought this was a modeling gig. She’s a cut little brunette with sea green eyes and a killer mouth. What can I say, I like faces.
Vi: If Mark get hit with a lead pipe in the ring and the other wrestler stars coming after you ,how would you proceed?
Mark: How about we start with some easier questions. What’s your name?
Lindsey: Lindsey.
Her mouth isn’t as killer anymore. She’s fat, and her eyes make me seasick. I hate faces.
Mark: I’m sorry but-
Vi: Just a second, Lindsey, I need to talk to Mark. Would you mind waiting outside?
Lindsey: In the hallway?
Vi: It’ll only be a second.
Lindsey: ...okay.
She leaves. I feel like I might puke.
Mark: Fuck no Vi.
Vi: She’s a knockout, and she’s got presence.
Mark: We saw her for about five seconds.
Vi: She’s also the only one that came.
Mark: Really? What, did you just pick her off the street?
Vi: Actually-
Mark: Whatever, we’re not hiring her.
Vi: Yes we are.
Mark: No we’re not.
Vi: Yes we are.
Mark: I’m putting my foot down on this one. No fucking way.
And introducing, Mark Prophet and Lindsey Queen!
The promo goes by in a blur.
Mark: Jason Evans, no problem.
One word after the next, empty.
Mark: Karl Storm, a non issue. I didn't even know he was in the last match.
She’s got spunk. She’s fierce. She’s going places.
Mark: Now Blade Lavigne, he’s gonna be a challenge. But it’s nothing we can't handle, right babe?
I kiss her right in the middle of the ring. Just like we rehearsed. Me and Lindsey. Together again. Empty.
How did I get here?
I looked up from my book, annoyed that she had come into my locker room again without knocking. Plus, I was at a good part.
Mark: And what a lovely day it is.
Vi: You still have that book?
She took the copy of Through The Looking Glass I was reading. Sidenote: Hide books from manager.
Mark: I was reading that!
Vi: You’ve already read this like 500 times.
Mark: It’s what readers do.
Vi: No, it’s what pedophiles do. Now back to the original subject. You need a bang buddy.
Mark: You have such a way with subtly.
Vi: No one’s gonna buy the playboy angle if the only thing you’re playing with is your little boy.
Mark: How long have you been waiting to say that? And I thought we wanted to tone down the playboy thing.
Vi: No, it's un-American. We want the audience on your side. And then maybe you can actually break into some good single matches.
Mark: Wait, what do you mean?
Vi: A Fucking Battle Royal.
Mark: Shit.
Vi: But it’s a good opportunity. Shove your foot down Blade's throat and the crowd will love you. Anyway, I’ve booked a casting session for tomorrow. It’ll be back at the apartment. Discreet. No one can know we’re “casting” you’re girlfriend.
Mark: Can’t I just go out and pick up someone using my natural charm and good looks?
Vi laughs and throws the book at my head. It clunks against my temple and delivers a surprising amount of pain.
Vi: Tool.
And then the auditions.
Vi: Do you have any previous experience in wrestling?
Poor girl, I think she just thought this was a modeling gig. She’s a cut little brunette with sea green eyes and a killer mouth. What can I say, I like faces.
Vi: If Mark get hit with a lead pipe in the ring and the other wrestler stars coming after you ,how would you proceed?
Mark: How about we start with some easier questions. What’s your name?
Lindsey: Lindsey.
Her mouth isn’t as killer anymore. She’s fat, and her eyes make me seasick. I hate faces.
Mark: I’m sorry but-
Vi: Just a second, Lindsey, I need to talk to Mark. Would you mind waiting outside?
Lindsey: In the hallway?
Vi: It’ll only be a second.
Lindsey: ...okay.
She leaves. I feel like I might puke.
Mark: Fuck no Vi.
Vi: She’s a knockout, and she’s got presence.
Mark: We saw her for about five seconds.
Vi: She’s also the only one that came.
Mark: Really? What, did you just pick her off the street?
Vi: Actually-
Mark: Whatever, we’re not hiring her.
Vi: Yes we are.
Mark: No we’re not.
Vi: Yes we are.
Mark: I’m putting my foot down on this one. No fucking way.
And introducing, Mark Prophet and Lindsey Queen!
The promo goes by in a blur.
Mark: Jason Evans, no problem.
One word after the next, empty.
Mark: Karl Storm, a non issue. I didn't even know he was in the last match.
She’s got spunk. She’s fierce. She’s going places.
Mark: Now Blade Lavigne, he’s gonna be a challenge. But it’s nothing we can't handle, right babe?
I kiss her right in the middle of the ring. Just like we rehearsed. Me and Lindsey. Together again. Empty.
How did I get here?
