Post by Riley O'Connor on May 29, 2008 23:43:52 GMT -5
Elliot sits in his hotel room, staring at the same needle that had been in his arm a short week ago. It was no mystery, he'd had a relapse. What now? Walk down the path of an addict again, walk away from it all, or, maybe...
The phone rings, pulling Elliot away from his staring contest. He flips it open, to hear the familiar voice of Marlena Rose.
MARLENA ROSE
"Elliot?"
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Hi, babe. What's up?"
MARLENA ROSE
"Where are you? Where have you been? You haven't answered my calls for a week! I'm fucking worried!"
Elliot pulls the phone away, smiling blankly at the loud words of Marlena, which can be heard clearly in the camera, several feet away.
ELLIOT BURRESS
"I'm getting ready for my match. Sorry, I've had some things on my mind lately, that's all."
MARLENA ROSE
"So you're alright? You promise?"
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Yeah, yeah."
MARLENA ROSE
"But that call from Ohio..."
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Drunk. I was drunk. I was outside of a bar, I just got confused."
The bold-faced lie comes through clear as day, but Marlena knows better than to push it.
MARLENA ROSE
"Alright. Bye."
Elliot shuts the phone, saying nothing back. Ah, women. Easy to piss off once the shine's gone. Not like the white lady, who's never angry, always understands, and is ALWAYS ready for action...
Elliot breaks out of his reverie again, looking at the camera man.
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Hey, barely noticed you're still there. What do you want?"
CAMERA MAN
"... Uhh, filming you, Elliot. Same as always."
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Oh, I'm supposed to say something relevent when you guys are around, I forgot about that part. Uhh, yeah, so I'm facing some guys at Summer Blast Off with Tyler, with TLC rules. That's pretty cool."
Elliot seems to go blank for a moment... only to return again with an absent smile on his face.
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Sorry, my bad. Not all here, you see. Alright, facing Evans and Collins.... I don't care much about them, that's all I got for you. Tempest... Damien... hell, are they even still employed? What do you want out of me? It's a joke. Hell, every single one of these teams is a joke. Iron Head and Ricky Ray, are you kidding me? What has Iron Head done? Jack shit. Ricky Ray? I beat Ricky Ray and his backwards-ass family up and down Pure Mayhem for four months and took his title. What do you want me to say? I'm doing my homework on them? Ricky Ray is a dumb hick, and Iron Head is the single most boring person I've ever seen. What has he got going for him? Nothing. What do Tyler and I have going for us? Everything. The momentum is on The Suicide Club's side, and that's the way it is. But I do have something to comment on... I read Iron Head's little website, and I have to say, I'm amused... buddy, Elliot Burress is capable of anything. You're talking out of your ass and watching the wrong video tapes. I can fly whenever I damn well please, I CHOOSE to stay on the ground most of the time because that's all I need to win. Do I think I'm immortal? No, I'm very much in touch with reality. I'm very much in touch with my mortality. You seem to be the one with the delusions of grandeur, especially if you think for one second you're going to walk out of Summer Blast Off with a win against the most cohesive unit in CPW. Tyler Shane and Elliot Burress aren't gods, but we are a hell of a lot closer than you. Go tell your hick friend that I'll bring the barbed wire, and he can bring his neck. I'll hang him just like I hung his cousin."
Elliot grins.
ELLIOT BURRESS
"You know what... I take it back. This match isn't going to be a joke, it's going to be fun. I can't wait to cut down Iron Head and I DEFINITELY can't wait to relive the past with Ricky Ray. Keep on talking, Iron Head, because just like everyone before you that stood against the Club... you're going to be staring at the lights."
The phone rings, pulling Elliot away from his staring contest. He flips it open, to hear the familiar voice of Marlena Rose.
MARLENA ROSE
"Elliot?"
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Hi, babe. What's up?"
MARLENA ROSE
"Where are you? Where have you been? You haven't answered my calls for a week! I'm fucking worried!"
Elliot pulls the phone away, smiling blankly at the loud words of Marlena, which can be heard clearly in the camera, several feet away.
ELLIOT BURRESS
"I'm getting ready for my match. Sorry, I've had some things on my mind lately, that's all."
MARLENA ROSE
"So you're alright? You promise?"
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Yeah, yeah."
MARLENA ROSE
"But that call from Ohio..."
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Drunk. I was drunk. I was outside of a bar, I just got confused."
The bold-faced lie comes through clear as day, but Marlena knows better than to push it.
MARLENA ROSE
"Alright. Bye."
Elliot shuts the phone, saying nothing back. Ah, women. Easy to piss off once the shine's gone. Not like the white lady, who's never angry, always understands, and is ALWAYS ready for action...
Elliot breaks out of his reverie again, looking at the camera man.
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Hey, barely noticed you're still there. What do you want?"
CAMERA MAN
"... Uhh, filming you, Elliot. Same as always."
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Oh, I'm supposed to say something relevent when you guys are around, I forgot about that part. Uhh, yeah, so I'm facing some guys at Summer Blast Off with Tyler, with TLC rules. That's pretty cool."
Elliot seems to go blank for a moment... only to return again with an absent smile on his face.
ELLIOT BURRESS
"Sorry, my bad. Not all here, you see. Alright, facing Evans and Collins.... I don't care much about them, that's all I got for you. Tempest... Damien... hell, are they even still employed? What do you want out of me? It's a joke. Hell, every single one of these teams is a joke. Iron Head and Ricky Ray, are you kidding me? What has Iron Head done? Jack shit. Ricky Ray? I beat Ricky Ray and his backwards-ass family up and down Pure Mayhem for four months and took his title. What do you want me to say? I'm doing my homework on them? Ricky Ray is a dumb hick, and Iron Head is the single most boring person I've ever seen. What has he got going for him? Nothing. What do Tyler and I have going for us? Everything. The momentum is on The Suicide Club's side, and that's the way it is. But I do have something to comment on... I read Iron Head's little website, and I have to say, I'm amused... buddy, Elliot Burress is capable of anything. You're talking out of your ass and watching the wrong video tapes. I can fly whenever I damn well please, I CHOOSE to stay on the ground most of the time because that's all I need to win. Do I think I'm immortal? No, I'm very much in touch with reality. I'm very much in touch with my mortality. You seem to be the one with the delusions of grandeur, especially if you think for one second you're going to walk out of Summer Blast Off with a win against the most cohesive unit in CPW. Tyler Shane and Elliot Burress aren't gods, but we are a hell of a lot closer than you. Go tell your hick friend that I'll bring the barbed wire, and he can bring his neck. I'll hang him just like I hung his cousin."
Elliot grins.
ELLIOT BURRESS
"You know what... I take it back. This match isn't going to be a joke, it's going to be fun. I can't wait to cut down Iron Head and I DEFINITELY can't wait to relive the past with Ricky Ray. Keep on talking, Iron Head, because just like everyone before you that stood against the Club... you're going to be staring at the lights."