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Post by Dick Devereaux on Sept 2, 2016 2:18:06 GMT
[We come backstage to the catering table where we see a few tables set up with food and beverages for the wrestlers and staff to enjoy. Dick Devereaux storms into the scene with a towel around his neck and a focused look on his face. He grabs a plate and slaps some chicken down on it before grabbing two bottles of water and heading over to the table. He sits down before cracking open a water bottle and chugging it. He slams it down on the table and grabs a piece of chicken before taking a huge bite. Dick pulls out his phone and begins thumbing through it as another EOW roster member walks up to the catering table.]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 11:48:22 GMT
[Mike Savage sits down across from Dick with a plate holding three slices of pizza. He pops the top on a Coke and whips out a flask, pouring a little of its contents into can and giving an aggravated Devereaux a shushing gesture. He then takes a long chug from the can and belches. Taking a bite from his pizza he looks at Dick and speaks with his mouth still full.]
Mike Savage: "Anyone ever tell you that you look like the bastard love child of Dr. Evil and a severely closeted, gay white supremacist?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 15:07:35 GMT
*Declan Black sits down to Dick's immediate left, his plate full of prime rib, and at least one, maybe two, lobsters (It may or may not have come from actual catering.) He whips out his trusty briefcase, and pulls out a wine glass and an expensive looking red. He half fills the glass, replaces the bottle, and adds with a look to Deveraux...*
"You know, Mike, I'm getting that, but he does scream small-town meth dealer to me."
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Post by Dick Devereaux on Sept 2, 2016 19:09:15 GMT
[Dick is getting more irritated by the second. He shakes his head as he cracks open the second water bottle sand takes a chug. Dick grabs another piece of chicken and takes a bite before speaking, spitting chunks out as he talks.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Why don't the both of you do me a favor and fuck off. A rich bitch and a fuckin' smark with a podcast. They all think they know the bizz. Fuck outta' here.
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Post by Jack Owyns on Sept 2, 2016 20:36:52 GMT
Jack Owyns for some reason finds himself walking backstage, as he pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights the cigarette dangling from his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices three men sitting and eating together.
JACK OWYNS: “Fuckin’ look at this, three fuckin’ homo’s have a motherfuckin’ dinner date.”
Jack Owyns doesn’t bother to stop, just keeps on walking by.
JACK OWYNS: "Probably waiting for fuckin’ old balls Ernie, so they can fuckin’ commence the motherfuckin’ pterodactyl – new day porn, HA! Fuckin' losers.”
Jack Owyns walks off.
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Post by Trixie on Sept 3, 2016 3:31:10 GMT
Trixie enters the scene. She is wearing her hair up in a ponytail with a black scrunchy, light make-up on her face to give herself a natural look. She has on a black sports bra and (black) spandex leggings with grey running shoes to complete her outfit. Trixie puts on her plate a small helping of chicken, a small portion of rice and a little helping of celery to spot the trio of lads. Trixie takes her food to the table and sits down next to MIKE and opposite DECLAN.
TRIXIE
Hi Boys, hope you don't mind me joining you.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 12:18:46 GMT
[Ever the opportunist, Mike looks Trixie up and down a little too long and begins to talk.]
Mike Savage: "Of course not beautiful. That's Dick, he's a little salty about something and that's Declan, he pees sitting down. I'm Mike Savage. Podcaster, writer, wrestler. I like to consider myself a perfect mix of Richard Castle, Casey Kasem Dr. Cox from Scrubs and George Clooney. Perhaps you've heard of me?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 13:30:03 GMT
*Declan cracks a bright smile, yelling after Owyns.*
"JACK! Still no singles win against me, I see. Oh, but don't you worry, I'm sure the fourth time will be the charm.
*He turns to Trixie, a smartass smirk forming on his face."
"Trixie, of course you can join us. We've all heard about your wonderful oral skills, I'm sure that Mike and Dick would love to see them in action. By the way, could you grab Mike a bottle of water? He seems awfully thirsty."
*Finally, he looks to Dick Deveraux.*
"And you, you're an old as hell never was who still has less experience than I do, so you can head off to the People's Republic of Shut the Fuck Up, and maybe wrestle in front of fans who weren't given free tickets at the local Toyota dealership because the company couldn't actually draw, especially with you holding their belt."
*Declan calmly turns back to his prime rib.*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 13:48:47 GMT
Mike Savage: "Oh boy! Thirsty! One of those dumb ass millennial slang terms that makes no God damn sense just like that entire fucking useless generation. Well let me tell you something, Daisy...
[Mike dips the tip of a slice of pizza into Declan's wine glass and then takes bite, looking Declan in the eye the entire time.]
Mike: "I would rather be 'thirsty' than have a pretentious fucking name like Declan any day. God you're parents must have hated you. Probably because you were born so damn disappointing."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 15:06:38 GMT
*Declan casually dumps the rest of his wine glass on Mike's plate, and not missing a beat, refills it, not even bothering to look down.*
Declan: "My parents may have been abusive shitweasels, but at least they bequeathed me more than five functioning brain cells. Rant all you want, man, but the world has just plain passed you by."
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Post by Dick Devereaux on Sept 3, 2016 18:24:14 GMT
[Dick shakes his head as he looks at the two about to go at it. He stands up and grabs his plate before dumping it in the trash and grabbing a new one. He grabs a few pieces of fruit before slamming them on the plate and walking to the furthest table away. He sits down and pops open the top on a Red Bull before taking a dip of the ice cold beverage. He eyes the 3 sitting at the table and shakes his head.]
DICK DEVEREAUX: Stupid fuckin' pussy farts.
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Post by Trixie on Sept 3, 2016 18:39:13 GMT
TRIXIE
I haven't heard of you Mike, sorry.
Trixie's phone beeps and she scrolls down to see a dinner invitation. She types herself something back.
TRIXIE
I sense a food fight is coming. Enjoy your plate of wine Mike, if your thirsty.
Trixie collects her phone and steps up from the table. She waves bye to the table and walks back Dick on her way out.
TRIXIE
Bye dicky boo boo
Trixie lets her hair down with a shake of her hair after she pulls her scrunchie out to walk off.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 19:17:27 GMT
*Declan, with characteristic grace, finishes his prime rib and lobster...and dumps the remains on Mike's plate.*
Declan: "Podcast about that, 'lil Savage."
*He picks up his briefcase and walks off.*
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