Post by Johnny Reb on Jan 3, 2011 12:02:18 GMT -5
A smoky haze obscures the opulent interior of Johnny Reb’s New York City hotel room. The Inveterate Confederate and his manager, Don Jesus Luis de Guadalupe, are seated in plush chairs at opposite ends of a coffee table, passing a glass water pipe back and forth, and already in the middle of intense dialogue.
Don Jesus: Listen, Bernardo… I’m from Mexico. You think that was the first time I have been kidnapped and held for ransom?
Johnny: Well… Wait, what?
Chuy nods serenely.
Don Jesus: Si. Kidnapping is the unofficial national pastime of my country. Everyone has been kidnapped at least once.
Reb gazes at him skeptically, one eyebrow raised.
Johnny: Seriously? That’s… weird. So you weren’t worried at all?
The aging Mexican shakes his head.
Don Jesus: Nah. I have been in worse places. Besides, I knew the bomb wasn’t real.
Johnny: Bullshit!
He takes a long hit off the bong and holds his breath, while Chuy goes on.
Don Jesus: It’s true, Bernardo. I know my explosives. It wasn’t heavy enough, for one thing.
Reb lets out the toke, coughing violently. It takes him a minute to recover enough to speak.
Johnny: God, that shit’s strong… I still can’t believe I lost to that …that scalawag.
Don Jesus: You lost because you let him dictate the terms of the fight, Bernardo. But that’s okay. Tonight is your chance for redemption.
Johnny: Are you kiddin’? This match is gonna be an unholy clusterfuck. I’ll be lucky to get in the ring at all, let alone with Doc.
Chuy sighs and shakes his head.
Don Jesus: That is not the point, Bernardo. It does not matter which man you face; all of them are the antithesis of what you stand for. And your partners tonight… they may rely on you more than you think. Neither of them are tag team champions. You are.
Johnny frowns slightly as he considers that, and then nods in agreement.
Johnny: You’re right, Chuy. I reckon I was so caught up in all the drama between me an’ Doc, I just sorta… lost myself for a minute.
Don Jesus: It happens to the best of men, Bernardo…
Johnny: Yeah, well… not anymore. Tonight, Chuy, I’m gonna get in that ring an’ lead my team to vict’ry. I’m gonna show the whole WCF that I am still the Inveterate Confederate. Deo vindice!
Chuy takes another hit off the bong and smiles in satisfaction at Johnny’s declaration.
Don Jesus: That’s more like it, Bernardo! You get out there, and you kick some ass!
Don Jesus: Listen, Bernardo… I’m from Mexico. You think that was the first time I have been kidnapped and held for ransom?
Johnny: Well… Wait, what?
Chuy nods serenely.
Don Jesus: Si. Kidnapping is the unofficial national pastime of my country. Everyone has been kidnapped at least once.
Reb gazes at him skeptically, one eyebrow raised.
Johnny: Seriously? That’s… weird. So you weren’t worried at all?
The aging Mexican shakes his head.
Don Jesus: Nah. I have been in worse places. Besides, I knew the bomb wasn’t real.
Johnny: Bullshit!
He takes a long hit off the bong and holds his breath, while Chuy goes on.
Don Jesus: It’s true, Bernardo. I know my explosives. It wasn’t heavy enough, for one thing.
Reb lets out the toke, coughing violently. It takes him a minute to recover enough to speak.
Johnny: God, that shit’s strong… I still can’t believe I lost to that …that scalawag.
Don Jesus: You lost because you let him dictate the terms of the fight, Bernardo. But that’s okay. Tonight is your chance for redemption.
Johnny: Are you kiddin’? This match is gonna be an unholy clusterfuck. I’ll be lucky to get in the ring at all, let alone with Doc.
Chuy sighs and shakes his head.
Don Jesus: That is not the point, Bernardo. It does not matter which man you face; all of them are the antithesis of what you stand for. And your partners tonight… they may rely on you more than you think. Neither of them are tag team champions. You are.
Johnny frowns slightly as he considers that, and then nods in agreement.
Johnny: You’re right, Chuy. I reckon I was so caught up in all the drama between me an’ Doc, I just sorta… lost myself for a minute.
Don Jesus: It happens to the best of men, Bernardo…
Johnny: Yeah, well… not anymore. Tonight, Chuy, I’m gonna get in that ring an’ lead my team to vict’ry. I’m gonna show the whole WCF that I am still the Inveterate Confederate. Deo vindice!
Chuy takes another hit off the bong and smiles in satisfaction at Johnny’s declaration.
Don Jesus: That’s more like it, Bernardo! You get out there, and you kick some ass!
