Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2016 2:01:02 GMT
The scene opens up on a medium sized ranch house in Los Angeles. Anywhere else in the world this would be a cheap house – but in Los Angeles everything is inflated. The front yard seems calm, but the loud bass thumping from oversized speakers can be heard from the street. The driveway, and most of the street side in front of the house are full of cars.Van promised Coach he wouldn’t party for the two days that Coach Smith had to go home to finalize the paperwork regarding his firing; you would think by now he’d know Van isn’t too good with promises. However Van is behaving, making sure nothing is broken and everyone tries to keep the damage to a minimum.
As we go inside the house we see a guy in a jersey similar to the one that Van wore in college being held upside down over a keg with the tap in his mouth.
The crowd inside chants in unison cheering on the fellow who is upside down before foam begins to pour from his mouth and the gentleman holding him upside down drops him to the floor
“HA HA! What a Nancy boy!” Van yells at the guy as he takes his red solo cup and walks to the front room.
Peeking through the window drapes he looks to be anticipating the arrival of someone – either that or checking to make sure there are no cops.
A larger guy with a grown bears down to his chest pats van on the back, “So is she coming?”
Van looks to his friend and shakes his head bashfully, “What are you talking about?”
“C’mon Varce. You know what I’m talking about. Your blonde friend who you’ve taken a liking to.” The guy laughs, “You don’t normally check for the police until there’s a fight in the front yard. I’m not stupid”
The larger man is the same age as Van, they played together at Tennessee Tech.
“I’m sure she’ll show up – hopefully unfollowed. That or Coach Smith doesn’t decide to come home early. He’d fucking kill me if he knew I was doing this before my debut match”
“Don’t be a pussy. Coach Smith loves you. He always has, bro. You were his prodigy, that’s probably why he followed you to professional wrestling”
Van smiles but quickly shakes it off, “He just wants to make sure he gets his money back from his firing.”
Trixie is seen next arriving at the house walking up the driveway checking over her shoulder for anyone, as if she’s on the lookout for someone following her. She’s got herself covered up by some large black shades but has dressed to impress; wearing herself a black tank top and some sport shorts (white) on and some black sneakers as she comes up to the house.
“Who does the hot piece at the door belong to?”, one of the guys in the front of the house says as he gets slapped by the female he was talking to
Van’s head shoots in the direction of the door, walking towards the front of the house he hands his drink off to a girl who looks confused as to why she’s being given a red cup half full.
Opening the door Van is briefly struck by what Trixie has on – sure it’s not club attire but it’s clear she knows how to accentuate her assets.
“Uh, Hey.I was starting to think you weren’t going to show.” Opening the screen door Van motions for Trixie to come in, “I know the last thing you need right now is to be the subject of another blog”
Trixie gives him a smile “Thanks Van, I wasn’t going to miss your party, just had to make sure I’m not being followed”. She goes on in to see the party ahead of her. “So this is Vance’s home? It’s lovely, do you party often then?” and spins back to face him for his answer.
Should he answer that honestly? A couple of answers run through his head
“More often than I probably should”, he replies sheepishly.
Walking into kitchen he motions for Trixie to follow him as they walk past the usual at a college fraternity party. Drunk co-eds and twenty-somethings chanting random phrases. Nothing short of obnoxious
“Can I get you a drink? We have a keg.” As Van point to the keg another guy is being held upside down doing a keg stand with his mouth on the tap, “Or maybe liquor is more your speed? Nothing too intense obviously, you need to win your tournament match this week”
“Yeah I’ll stick with a small drink, can’t have a repeat like last week, what have you got?” She asked him as she took a moment to take in the kitchen, Vance’s kitchen she thought, looking around and gave him a smile back
Looking around the counter at the random bottles of liquor Van reaches towards the gallon jug of rum. His personal favorite, and honestly the catalyst behind the majority of his poor collegiate decisions
“We’ve got rum and…” Van walks over towards the fridge before opening it, “..and coke zero? I’m not normally a soda guy – but drinking rum straight is something that homeless people usually do – and seeing as we’re both not homeless does that work for you?”
Van looks at Trixie and notices her examining the crowd, he invited just enough people that it wouldn’t be awkward for her to come but not too many in hopes that they can keep a low to medium profile for the night
Trixie turns back at the mention of rum. “Rum and coke sounds like a good drink, thanks” She watches him as he prepares her drink for her, taking a quick moment to note his physique and smiled to herself, perhaps he noticed, she didn’t think. “Thank you by the way, for being so sweet with that, what did you call him...loser with mommy make-up. That was really sweet”.
She’s referring to Voidstar. The painted up freak who didn’t exactly have nice words for either Trixie or Van, although it’s not the first time he was called a meat head – and he’s certain it wouldn’t be the last.
“Don’t mention it. Guys like that need attention. They always shoot to insult attractive people in hopes that they can knock us down a notch.” Van laughs acknowledging the genius of his dig towards Voidstar, “Besides, you were the first person to greet me in Engage. You’re too nice to have to deal with a guy like that.”
Trixie was stopped in her tracks, mentally by his comment of attractive, he thought she was attractive and she gave a little giggle to it, not to loud. “I shouldn’t have to deal with gross people like that. Attractive people like us shouldn’t have to” She let it go right back with a return compliment and took her drink from Vance.
She took a quick sip and gave him a smile, before tapping him on his forearm, partly to get his attention, partly to get a feel of his forearm “It’s pretty funny he calls you my White Knight though. You kinda are!” and she chuckled at the comment as she drank her rum and coke again
When Voidstar called Van a white knight he was angry, usually it’s a term used to refer to guys who hopelessly defend women on twitter. He defended Trixie out of principle – and he didn’t really mind that she called him her white knight.
Slightly acknowledging Trixie returning the attractive compliment with a lift of the glass and a nod – he’s just glad she showed up. Friends weren’t exactly his strong suit in college, even the people here aren’t his friends they just never turn down an opportunity to party with ‘Varce’
“This week just focus on your opponent, I’ve seen what she can do in other companies. She’s dangerous and deserves your full attention, if Voidstar decides to be trouble, since he told us that’s his middle name and all, I’ll be there to make sure he doesn’t ruin your run for the world championship.”
Van smiles, it’s usually not his place defending people but at least he’s putting Coach Smith’s words to use when he told him to ‘make a new start’.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea” Van says picking up the drink he made for himself, “Let’s take a selfie and post it to the social timeline. Let Voidstar know that he’s not trouble, and he’s certainly not our caliber.”
Trixie puts her cup down and nods with a gleeful smile. “Yes! We should totally do that. Let me just make myself camera ready” Trixie does some quick pruning to herself Van stands by waiting for Trixie to pull the camera up on her phone. Acknowledging her multiple attempts at fixing up her hair he laughs a bit as Trixie stops and looks embarrassed with a non-verbal facial expression of ‘What?’
“You look fine, every guy in this room is looking at you Trix. You’re hot.”
Van takes the phone from her hands and holds it up, ironically moves his hair around to make sure he looks okay and turns to Trixie, “Okay, ready?”
Trixie smiles “Ready” as her cheeks go just a tad red from his compliment and just before he does take the photo she puts her lips on his cheek, looking at the camera still to give Vance a big peck on the cheek.
As we go inside the house we see a guy in a jersey similar to the one that Van wore in college being held upside down over a keg with the tap in his mouth.
“GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO”
The crowd inside chants in unison cheering on the fellow who is upside down before foam begins to pour from his mouth and the gentleman holding him upside down drops him to the floor
“HA HA! What a Nancy boy!” Van yells at the guy as he takes his red solo cup and walks to the front room.
Peeking through the window drapes he looks to be anticipating the arrival of someone – either that or checking to make sure there are no cops.
A larger guy with a grown bears down to his chest pats van on the back, “So is she coming?”
Van looks to his friend and shakes his head bashfully, “What are you talking about?”
“C’mon Varce. You know what I’m talking about. Your blonde friend who you’ve taken a liking to.” The guy laughs, “You don’t normally check for the police until there’s a fight in the front yard. I’m not stupid”
The larger man is the same age as Van, they played together at Tennessee Tech.
“I’m sure she’ll show up – hopefully unfollowed. That or Coach Smith doesn’t decide to come home early. He’d fucking kill me if he knew I was doing this before my debut match”
“Don’t be a pussy. Coach Smith loves you. He always has, bro. You were his prodigy, that’s probably why he followed you to professional wrestling”
Van smiles but quickly shakes it off, “He just wants to make sure he gets his money back from his firing.”
Trixie is seen next arriving at the house walking up the driveway checking over her shoulder for anyone, as if she’s on the lookout for someone following her. She’s got herself covered up by some large black shades but has dressed to impress; wearing herself a black tank top and some sport shorts (white) on and some black sneakers as she comes up to the house.
“Who does the hot piece at the door belong to?”, one of the guys in the front of the house says as he gets slapped by the female he was talking to
Van’s head shoots in the direction of the door, walking towards the front of the house he hands his drink off to a girl who looks confused as to why she’s being given a red cup half full.
Opening the door Van is briefly struck by what Trixie has on – sure it’s not club attire but it’s clear she knows how to accentuate her assets.
“Uh, Hey.I was starting to think you weren’t going to show.” Opening the screen door Van motions for Trixie to come in, “I know the last thing you need right now is to be the subject of another blog”
Trixie gives him a smile “Thanks Van, I wasn’t going to miss your party, just had to make sure I’m not being followed”. She goes on in to see the party ahead of her. “So this is Vance’s home? It’s lovely, do you party often then?” and spins back to face him for his answer.
Should he answer that honestly? A couple of answers run through his head
“More often than I probably should”, he replies sheepishly.
Walking into kitchen he motions for Trixie to follow him as they walk past the usual at a college fraternity party. Drunk co-eds and twenty-somethings chanting random phrases. Nothing short of obnoxious
“Can I get you a drink? We have a keg.” As Van point to the keg another guy is being held upside down doing a keg stand with his mouth on the tap, “Or maybe liquor is more your speed? Nothing too intense obviously, you need to win your tournament match this week”
“Yeah I’ll stick with a small drink, can’t have a repeat like last week, what have you got?” She asked him as she took a moment to take in the kitchen, Vance’s kitchen she thought, looking around and gave him a smile back
Looking around the counter at the random bottles of liquor Van reaches towards the gallon jug of rum. His personal favorite, and honestly the catalyst behind the majority of his poor collegiate decisions
“We’ve got rum and…” Van walks over towards the fridge before opening it, “..and coke zero? I’m not normally a soda guy – but drinking rum straight is something that homeless people usually do – and seeing as we’re both not homeless does that work for you?”
Van looks at Trixie and notices her examining the crowd, he invited just enough people that it wouldn’t be awkward for her to come but not too many in hopes that they can keep a low to medium profile for the night
Trixie turns back at the mention of rum. “Rum and coke sounds like a good drink, thanks” She watches him as he prepares her drink for her, taking a quick moment to note his physique and smiled to herself, perhaps he noticed, she didn’t think. “Thank you by the way, for being so sweet with that, what did you call him...loser with mommy make-up. That was really sweet”.
She’s referring to Voidstar. The painted up freak who didn’t exactly have nice words for either Trixie or Van, although it’s not the first time he was called a meat head – and he’s certain it wouldn’t be the last.
“Don’t mention it. Guys like that need attention. They always shoot to insult attractive people in hopes that they can knock us down a notch.” Van laughs acknowledging the genius of his dig towards Voidstar, “Besides, you were the first person to greet me in Engage. You’re too nice to have to deal with a guy like that.”
Trixie was stopped in her tracks, mentally by his comment of attractive, he thought she was attractive and she gave a little giggle to it, not to loud. “I shouldn’t have to deal with gross people like that. Attractive people like us shouldn’t have to” She let it go right back with a return compliment and took her drink from Vance.
She took a quick sip and gave him a smile, before tapping him on his forearm, partly to get his attention, partly to get a feel of his forearm “It’s pretty funny he calls you my White Knight though. You kinda are!” and she chuckled at the comment as she drank her rum and coke again
When Voidstar called Van a white knight he was angry, usually it’s a term used to refer to guys who hopelessly defend women on twitter. He defended Trixie out of principle – and he didn’t really mind that she called him her white knight.
Slightly acknowledging Trixie returning the attractive compliment with a lift of the glass and a nod – he’s just glad she showed up. Friends weren’t exactly his strong suit in college, even the people here aren’t his friends they just never turn down an opportunity to party with ‘Varce’
“This week just focus on your opponent, I’ve seen what she can do in other companies. She’s dangerous and deserves your full attention, if Voidstar decides to be trouble, since he told us that’s his middle name and all, I’ll be there to make sure he doesn’t ruin your run for the world championship.”
Van smiles, it’s usually not his place defending people but at least he’s putting Coach Smith’s words to use when he told him to ‘make a new start’.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea” Van says picking up the drink he made for himself, “Let’s take a selfie and post it to the social timeline. Let Voidstar know that he’s not trouble, and he’s certainly not our caliber.”
Trixie puts her cup down and nods with a gleeful smile. “Yes! We should totally do that. Let me just make myself camera ready” Trixie does some quick pruning to herself Van stands by waiting for Trixie to pull the camera up on her phone. Acknowledging her multiple attempts at fixing up her hair he laughs a bit as Trixie stops and looks embarrassed with a non-verbal facial expression of ‘What?’
“You look fine, every guy in this room is looking at you Trix. You’re hot.”
Van takes the phone from her hands and holds it up, ironically moves his hair around to make sure he looks okay and turns to Trixie, “Okay, ready?”
Trixie smiles “Ready” as her cheeks go just a tad red from his compliment and just before he does take the photo she puts her lips on his cheek, looking at the camera still to give Vance a big peck on the cheek.
