scene opens outside Erik Von Jarrett’s seaside townhome in the dead of night, the property illuminated only by a handful of streetlights. EVJ and Vic are seen exiting Von Jarrett’s 1970 El Camino SS, their duffle bags slung over their shoulder as they engage in a heated argument walking up the stairs to EVJ’s front door.
Vic Studd: -no. I don’t see the problem with it. I’ve been tossing Chongas for generations.
Erik Von Jarrett: It was a fucking toddler, Vic. You threw a fucking child.
Studd: I feel like I’m talking to a fucking brick wall. It was a CHONGA. They’re built to take bumps. Far be it from me to try and get that little shit started on his path to jobberdom. Who knows? Maybe he wouldn’t end up like his worthless grandfather or his personality deficient father with an early start. Shit, I’m surprised the kid even has all his fingers and toes all things considered. Honestly, I should be pissed at you. Luckily, me being such a forgiving person I’ve chosen to overlook your shortcomings.
EVJ stops as he reaches the top of the steps. He turns to Vic, clearly annoyed at having had the same argument over and over the entire trip home.
Von Jarrett: Oh yeah? Enlighten me then Vic.
Studd: You screwed us over. We had an easy pay day coming up against Los Chongas and the Best Friends bucks would continue to roll in. I even thought Jimmy Junior wrote a hell of an essay back there. Especially for being ESL. That’s gotta count for something. What did Appetite for Retardation do? Jack and shit.
Von Jarrett: Are you kidding, me? Lucian was the only one to submit an essay in the first place. You didn’t even read it, did you?
Studd: Fuck no. I don’t have time for that bullshit. Reading is for suckers. That’s why I have you. Logistics.
Von Jarrett: You know Vic. You may not have pride in being a WiR Tag Team Champion, but I do. These belts mean something to me.
Studd: Fuck pride. It never helps. You got to let that shit go. Free your ego, brotha.
Von Jarrett: How about, fuck you? We’re defending the titles against Lucian and Cody and we’ll win because we’re better than them. And that’s that.
EVJ inserts his house key into the deadbolt and starts to turn it.
Von Jarrett: By the way, don’t think for a fucking second we’re done talking about that SAP you pulled out either. The Asesinos deseved bett-
Vic’s eyes grow wide as he grabs Von Jarrett by the wrist and stops him from turning the key. Vic takes a couple of big sniffs and looks to the heavens for guidance.
Studd: It can’t be…
Von Jarrett: Wha-what can’t be? What the fuck are you talking about?
Studd: A presence I’ve not felt since…
Von Jarrett: Let go of me. (Von Jarrett recoils his hand from Vic and brushes him away) I swear you’re fucking losing it man.
Studd: No! Don’t!
EVJ opens the deadbolt and cracks open the door. He looks back at Vic and smiles as if Vic were expecting an explosion or a trap. He opens the door the rest of the way only to find an older woman, somewhere in her mid-60s sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. She casually glances over at Erik Von Jarrett, wearing a look of confusion on his face and Vic – a mask of FEAR.
Von Jarrett: Umm… I’m sorry I think you have the wrong- HEY!
The woman puts her cigarette out on Von Jarrett’s couch cushion and gets up. Vic can barely be seen hiding behind Von Jarrett.
Older Woman: So… you’ve done well for yourself, I see. Nice little apartment you got here. All that cereal money, hmm?
Von Jarrett: Look lady, I don’t know who you are or why-
Older Woman: Stow it Goldilocks. I don’t need to smell the seven different kinds of cock-breath you got fuming out of that cakehole of yours. Besides, is that anyway to speak to your mother in law?
Von Jarrett: Mother… holy shit. “Vainglorious” Victoria Studd!
EVJ turns and looks back at Vic, cowering in fear behind him. Victoria Studd walks right passed Von Jarrett as Vic sheepishly looks down at his feet unwilling to meet his mother’s gaze.
”Vainglorious” Victoria Studd: I always knew you were a “Gay”. Nice little piece of ass you got here, Victor. I bet he winds you up real good.
Studd: No.. I.. its not what you think Ma.
Victoria:Oh please. You think I care? Its clear he’s taken very good care of you and I’m sure in more ways than one. Unlike someone I know. Someone who forgets about their poor mother rotting away in a federal penitentiary.
Studd: But Ma… I… uh… I didn’t… I didn’t know they let you out.
Victoria: Overcrowding in women’s correctional facilities has been quite the problem in the American southwest. Especially with all the meth heads nowadays. Maybe if you ever called. If you ever wrote. You would know these things.
Von Jarrett: Perhaps I’d better go. Give you two some time to catch up.
Studd: (whispering under his breath as he tugs on EVJ’s shirt sleeve) Please no…
Victoria: How about you fix me a drink, Goldilocks before I rip that little cock off of yours and glue it to your head like some mythological limp dick unicorn.
Von Jarrett: Yah.. uh.. Yes ma’am!
EVJ walks passed Vic into the kitchen, his eyes meeting with Vic’s for a split second as if to say “What the fuck is going on!?” and begins shuffling around the kitchen looking for booze. Victoria walks up to a terrified Vic and rubs the back of her hand down his cheek before backhanding him.
Victoria: I carried you around for 9 months inside me. I was traveling the world banging promoters and burying women like April Elder and The Marvelous Skrilla before you stopped my push just so I could push you out of my pristine cunt. I fed you. I weaned you. And now look at yourself. You wretched sack of shit of a little boy! Here you are… in the “prime” of your life taking round trips back and forth down the Hershey Highway with that blonde haired strumpet you got here, still suckling on the teat of another for your own livelihood. You are nothing Victor K. Studd. Nothing but a sniveling no good son that I shoulda stabbed in the heart with a coat hanger the second I saw that ultrasound.
Vic drops to his knees sobbing.
Studd: WAAAAAAAAHHH! I’m so sorry! Waaaaaaahh! Momma! Please… please forgive me…
Victoria: That’s enough! GET UP!
Vic’s mom knees him in the face sending him falling backwards. Von Jarrett walks over, a glass of whisky on rocks in hand that Victoria snatches from his grasp, funnels it down her gullet and throws the glass at Vic, pegging him in the head with it.
Von Jarrett: Jesus Christ.
Victoria backhands Von Jarrett who stumbles backwards, holding his cheek.
Victoria: Don’t you dare speak that name in front of me. Praise Allah. Now get me another Goldilocks, before I decide to play double dutch with your intestines.
EVJ hustles away as Vic recovers on the ground, blood trickling from his nose as his mother towers over him.
Victoria: So here I am Victor. Your mother, your own flesh and blood… Old. And tired. And alone.
Studd: (still sobbing) I’m so sorry… for everything. Please… is it money? Do you need money? VeeJay give Ma some-
Victoria: I don’t need your God damn money! What do you think I am? A prostitute? STILL!? You ruined me, you sick fuck. I just came here to let you know what a disappointment you've been. Part of my alcohol rehabilitation program.
EVJ comes walking back into the living room, another glass of whisky in hand. Victoria snatches it away and throws this one back as well.
Von Jarrett: The resemblance is uncanny. What is it with this family and not actually quitting drinking when going through rehab?
Victoria throws her glass at EVJ who barely ducks out of the way as it shatters against the wall next to the refrigerator.
Victoria Studd: And YOU! You fucking harlot. Corrupting my boy with your homosexual cock magic. You best be careful, Goldilocks. (points at Vic on his knees on the ground) This one is a DISEASE. And sooner or later he'll tear you apart from the inside out just like he did to me, like he does to everyone... that is. That is, if he hasn't done so already, you pillow-biting cock jockey.
Victoria bends over and kisses Vic on the forehead.
Victoria Studd: Now I'm off to visit your good for nothin' Grandfather. Can't wait to see his face when I pull the plug and choke him with the cord. Be good, Victor.
Victoria strolls out the door, pulling a pack of Marlboro 100s out of her purse and lighting one up as she walks down the stairs to a 1992 Geo Metro with a broken passenger side window. The camera pans back to Erik Von Jarrett, still in shock over the untimely visit and Vic, practically in the fetal position sobbing on the carpet of the apartment.
Von Jarrett: Well... that explains A LOT.
scene fades to black.
Submitted January 22, 2015 at 10:13PM by neutronknows http://ift.tt/1uyvTm3 wrestlingisreddit
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