Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2012 0:28:35 GMT -5
"I used to be the king of Baltimore you know. I could roll into any bar or restaurant and everyone would know me. People knew not to fuck with me. That was the important part."
"I know babe. But this is a new city. A new home. We can start over."
"Maybe. Or we can fall into an even deeper downward spiral."
Anthony McNair and Lacey stood on a third floor balcony of a room in a middle class hotel overlooking a section of Las Vegas, Nevada. Beneath them red and blue and yellow neon lights shone up and the sounds of traffic reverberated off of the surrounding buildings. Anthony stood with both hands on the balcony's metal railing dressed in black gym shorts, black ankle socks and a sleeveless, gray Redskins shirt. Lacey stood behind him wearing loose black track pants, black Ugs boots and a plain gray hoody with her arms crossed over her abdomen. As usual, Anthony appeared aggravated while Lacey seemed worried.
Lacey: "How can you be so negative right now? Do you see what city we are in?"
Anthony: "Yes. I know what city we are in."
Lacey: "Then why are you so pissed off at the world?"
Anthony: "Because I can't do this anymore."
Lacey: "Can't do what?"
Anthony: (Suddenly turning around and throwing his hands into the air in frustration.) "This! All of this! I'm tired of trying to rebuild our life because it is starting to feel like none of this is going to work!"
Lacey: (Now looking hurt.) "You're only saying that 'cause it's my idea."
Anthony: "Don't give me that, Ro...I mean Lacey. It isn't because this was your idea. It is because I'm just flt out frustrated that this isn't working. I mean this was fool proof at first and now nothing is moving in the right direction. I think it's time we tell..."
Lacey: (Suddenly becoming stern. Something yet to see her do.) No. I know what you are about to say and we can not, I repeat can NOT do that. You can just strike that idea right of your fucking mind right now, To..."
Anthony: "Stop calling me that God damn it!"
Lacey: (Placing both fists on her hips.) "Oh really? Stop? Then what would you rather me call you? A fucking jackass? Because that is what you are being right now. A crying jackass.
Anthony: "I want you to call me by my damn name."
Lacey: "I just did."
Anthony: "That's not the one I mean."
Lacey sighs in frustration and shakes her head while Anthony turns back to the railing. From back inside the hotel room, a soft knock is heard. Lacey shakes her head again and walks into the modestly furnished room. The carpet is tan and the walls are a semi-classy tan and brown pattern. The room has one double sized bed and an aged television. Off to one side is a small bathroom.
Lacey walks up to the plain light brown door and opens it. There standing in the hallway is a MPW camera crew sent by Stephen Hale to not only record Anthony's words pertaining to his match on Monday with Titan but to also bother him at this late hour.
Lacey gives the three man crew a flat hello and stands aside to allow them in. She walks out onto the balcony to inform Anthony.
Lacey: "Hey, the crew is here."
Anthony: (Not looking back.) "Fucking lovely."
Lacey: "Can you for just once do something without being sarcastic?"
Anthony turns and walks up close to Lacey to prevent the camera men just inside the room from hearing him.
Anthony: "Fine. I'll try and calm down a bit. But if shit doesn't get better by fucking After Shock, I'm gonna start doing things my way."
Anthony steps past Lacey and into the hotel room where the crew has finished setting up. He sits heavily on the edge of the bed and stares directly into the waiting camera's lens. The reflection staring back at him is distorted and small but he can still see the dark bags under his eyes clearly. The man operating the camera gives a countdown from three and the little red light shines on. From off camera, a technician begins asking questions.
Technician: "Ladies and gentlemen, Anthony McNair has allowed us into his private hotel room for a special MPW.com exclusive pre-show interview. So, Anthony, it appeared at Fusion that you were instantly not happy with the new "head family" so to speak. Stephen Hale especially. Why is that?"
Anthony: (Flatly. No emotion.) "We have known each other for a long time. He fucked me over once upon a time. I hate him. I hate his old ass father, his fugly mother and his slut of a sister. That is all you need to know."
Technician: "Wow....okay then....On to the next question. This week you are facing the man they call Titan. What are your plans going into this match?"
Anthony: "Has he said anything about his plans yet?"
Technician: "Uhm...no."
Anthony: (His temper slowly rising.) "Then why in the FUCK are you asking me about mine? So that walking circus attraction can know exactly what the fuck I'm going to do when I step through those ropes, grab that overgrown pussy's stupid fucking ponytail, rip it and part of the back of his head off and choke him to death with it?"
Technician: "Uhm..."
Anthony: "Or when I'm gonna lock his head in a Cobra Clutch like a fucking vice and pop it like the giant zit it is?"
Technician: "I think that's all the information we need Mr. McNa..."
Anthony: (Rising to his feet, fists clenched.) "Oh is it now? How about when I put my foot so hard up his ass, my kick pad becomes permanently lodges into his God damn rectum? Or how about after the match when I cave in his caveman like cranium in with a fucking ball peen hammer? Or how about when I put the stupid fuckin' nerd standing beside the cameraman out the fucking window and down into the deep end of the hotel pool?"
Technician: "Uhm...wait....what?"
Without warning, Anthony grabs the technician by the collar of his black MPW polo shirt and drags him outside to the balcony. Lacey, who had been standing just inside the doorway, follows them out and begins to beg Anthony to stop as he dangles the man over the edge and directly above the pool below.
Lacey: "Anthony stop! Put him down!"
Anthony: "No Lacey. I think this guy wants to go for a swim. Don't ya, needle dick?!"
Technician: (Near tears.) "No! Please! Don't drop me!
Anthony: "Crying? Really? Grow the fuck up! You're about to show up the Jackass boys and the camera is rolling! Don't look like a bitch now!"
Anthony stares directly into the technician's fearful eyes and then does the unthinkable! He tosses the young man over the railing where he lands hard on the metal balcony. He scrambles to his feet and runs for the hotel room's door. The camera crew quickly follows close behind as to avoid any further acts of rage. They run down the hallway as Anthony stands on the balcony with his fists clenched. He then doubles over and begins laughing hysterically.
Anthony: (Between bursts of laughter.) "I think...I think...I think he pissed himself! Holy shit! Did you see that?! Did you SMELL that?! I think he shit himself!"
Anthony walks into the hotel room and falls onto the bed, laughing even harder. Lacey then steps in and stares at him.
Lacey: "You are really fucked up."
"I know babe. But this is a new city. A new home. We can start over."
"Maybe. Or we can fall into an even deeper downward spiral."
Anthony McNair and Lacey stood on a third floor balcony of a room in a middle class hotel overlooking a section of Las Vegas, Nevada. Beneath them red and blue and yellow neon lights shone up and the sounds of traffic reverberated off of the surrounding buildings. Anthony stood with both hands on the balcony's metal railing dressed in black gym shorts, black ankle socks and a sleeveless, gray Redskins shirt. Lacey stood behind him wearing loose black track pants, black Ugs boots and a plain gray hoody with her arms crossed over her abdomen. As usual, Anthony appeared aggravated while Lacey seemed worried.
Lacey: "How can you be so negative right now? Do you see what city we are in?"
Anthony: "Yes. I know what city we are in."
Lacey: "Then why are you so pissed off at the world?"
Anthony: "Because I can't do this anymore."
Lacey: "Can't do what?"
Anthony: (Suddenly turning around and throwing his hands into the air in frustration.) "This! All of this! I'm tired of trying to rebuild our life because it is starting to feel like none of this is going to work!"
Lacey: (Now looking hurt.) "You're only saying that 'cause it's my idea."
Anthony: "Don't give me that, Ro...I mean Lacey. It isn't because this was your idea. It is because I'm just flt out frustrated that this isn't working. I mean this was fool proof at first and now nothing is moving in the right direction. I think it's time we tell..."
Lacey: (Suddenly becoming stern. Something yet to see her do.) No. I know what you are about to say and we can not, I repeat can NOT do that. You can just strike that idea right of your fucking mind right now, To..."
Anthony: "Stop calling me that God damn it!"
Lacey: (Placing both fists on her hips.) "Oh really? Stop? Then what would you rather me call you? A fucking jackass? Because that is what you are being right now. A crying jackass.
Anthony: "I want you to call me by my damn name."
Lacey: "I just did."
Anthony: "That's not the one I mean."
Lacey sighs in frustration and shakes her head while Anthony turns back to the railing. From back inside the hotel room, a soft knock is heard. Lacey shakes her head again and walks into the modestly furnished room. The carpet is tan and the walls are a semi-classy tan and brown pattern. The room has one double sized bed and an aged television. Off to one side is a small bathroom.
Lacey walks up to the plain light brown door and opens it. There standing in the hallway is a MPW camera crew sent by Stephen Hale to not only record Anthony's words pertaining to his match on Monday with Titan but to also bother him at this late hour.
Lacey gives the three man crew a flat hello and stands aside to allow them in. She walks out onto the balcony to inform Anthony.
Lacey: "Hey, the crew is here."
Anthony: (Not looking back.) "Fucking lovely."
Lacey: "Can you for just once do something without being sarcastic?"
Anthony turns and walks up close to Lacey to prevent the camera men just inside the room from hearing him.
Anthony: "Fine. I'll try and calm down a bit. But if shit doesn't get better by fucking After Shock, I'm gonna start doing things my way."
Anthony steps past Lacey and into the hotel room where the crew has finished setting up. He sits heavily on the edge of the bed and stares directly into the waiting camera's lens. The reflection staring back at him is distorted and small but he can still see the dark bags under his eyes clearly. The man operating the camera gives a countdown from three and the little red light shines on. From off camera, a technician begins asking questions.
Technician: "Ladies and gentlemen, Anthony McNair has allowed us into his private hotel room for a special MPW.com exclusive pre-show interview. So, Anthony, it appeared at Fusion that you were instantly not happy with the new "head family" so to speak. Stephen Hale especially. Why is that?"
Anthony: (Flatly. No emotion.) "We have known each other for a long time. He fucked me over once upon a time. I hate him. I hate his old ass father, his fugly mother and his slut of a sister. That is all you need to know."
Technician: "Wow....okay then....On to the next question. This week you are facing the man they call Titan. What are your plans going into this match?"
Anthony: "Has he said anything about his plans yet?"
Technician: "Uhm...no."
Anthony: (His temper slowly rising.) "Then why in the FUCK are you asking me about mine? So that walking circus attraction can know exactly what the fuck I'm going to do when I step through those ropes, grab that overgrown pussy's stupid fucking ponytail, rip it and part of the back of his head off and choke him to death with it?"
Technician: "Uhm..."
Anthony: "Or when I'm gonna lock his head in a Cobra Clutch like a fucking vice and pop it like the giant zit it is?"
Technician: "I think that's all the information we need Mr. McNa..."
Anthony: (Rising to his feet, fists clenched.) "Oh is it now? How about when I put my foot so hard up his ass, my kick pad becomes permanently lodges into his God damn rectum? Or how about after the match when I cave in his caveman like cranium in with a fucking ball peen hammer? Or how about when I put the stupid fuckin' nerd standing beside the cameraman out the fucking window and down into the deep end of the hotel pool?"
Technician: "Uhm...wait....what?"
Without warning, Anthony grabs the technician by the collar of his black MPW polo shirt and drags him outside to the balcony. Lacey, who had been standing just inside the doorway, follows them out and begins to beg Anthony to stop as he dangles the man over the edge and directly above the pool below.
Lacey: "Anthony stop! Put him down!"
Anthony: "No Lacey. I think this guy wants to go for a swim. Don't ya, needle dick?!"
Technician: (Near tears.) "No! Please! Don't drop me!
Anthony: "Crying? Really? Grow the fuck up! You're about to show up the Jackass boys and the camera is rolling! Don't look like a bitch now!"
Anthony stares directly into the technician's fearful eyes and then does the unthinkable! He tosses the young man over the railing where he lands hard on the metal balcony. He scrambles to his feet and runs for the hotel room's door. The camera crew quickly follows close behind as to avoid any further acts of rage. They run down the hallway as Anthony stands on the balcony with his fists clenched. He then doubles over and begins laughing hysterically.
Anthony: (Between bursts of laughter.) "I think...I think...I think he pissed himself! Holy shit! Did you see that?! Did you SMELL that?! I think he shit himself!"
Anthony walks into the hotel room and falls onto the bed, laughing even harder. Lacey then steps in and stares at him.
Lacey: "You are really fucked up."