Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2013 5:32:43 GMT -5
OOC: This is a joint RP by Myself and Eric Price
Asesinato De Mayo had come and passed … with it, came a change in leadership with WCF being sold to Eric Price and being subsequently renamed Eric Price’s Professional Wrestling. Since taking over, he has fired a few people as well as had one or two quit on him as they refused to work for him. Regardless of that, although many changes occurred, other things remained the same, in particular Sarah Twilight walking out with the WCF World Title.
However, Eric Price dropped the bombshell at ADM that he would be challenging her for that World Title at Slam in Los Angeles the following Sunday and Jeff Purse, with whom they both share a relationship would be the special guest referee. Chaos and turmoil abound as Slam rolls into Los Angeles the following week but for now, we are still in Mexico City leaving for Los Angeles.
Day I: Monday 6/10 – The Beginning Of A Journey
Scene I: Eric Price and Sarah Twilight leaving Mexico City – 12 Noon – Mexico City Airport
*The scene opens up with Eric Price walking in the terminal of the Mexico City Airport with a huge smile on his face, as usual wearing a full suit, cream white with a light yellow shirt and tie*
Eric Price: Oh thank God I’m finally leaving this dump known as Mexico City, smog ridden piece of crap hellhole is what this is. I … I cannot stand being in other countries apart from my own. We’ve been on this World Tour and I’ve missed the US since we ventured into Canada back in April and then went to Europe and now here to this hell hole but now finally headed back to the US, to my hometown of Los Angeles, California!
*Eric continues walking and notices Sarah Twilight in the airport getting her ticket along with her bags*
Eric Price: Oh great …
*Eric notices her before she notices him and quickly runs toward a bathroom he notices and stands right outside just watching for her to pass by so as to avoid having to deal with her*
Eric Price: Oh thank God, I don’t have to deal with her. Although I hate having to fly commercial, I don’t want to fly commercial, I’m the owner of WCF for God’s sake or should I say EPPW as it is now called. Oh well, better start heading toward the gate so I don’t miss my plane.
Scene II: Unexpected Company – 12:30 PM – AirMex Airplane to LA at a Mexico City Airport Runway
*Eric Price is shown walking in the airplane noticing a lot of people packed closely together as he questions the travel accommodations. He quickly flags down a flight attendant.*
Eric Price: Excuse me, miss?
Flight Attendant: Yes sir?
Eric Price: Is this first class? It seems rather packed.
Flight Attendant: Oh no, first class is through the curtains behind you. This is coach.
Eric Price: I see, thank you.
*Eric walks away toward first class now as he is ready to sit down and relax for the flight*
Eric Price: Oh thank God, running companies is hard work. At least I get some first class treatment here, a nice window seat and get to be comfortable riding back to LA. Let’s see …
*Eric looks at his ticket*
Eric Price: Let’s see, row 5, seat B, here we are.
*He approaches from behind and notices a redhead sitting there in the window seat*
Eric Price: Excuse me miss, I assume you’re sitting in seat A.
*The redhead turns around and it’s none other than Sarah Twilight*
Sarah Twilight: You? Ugh...oh hell no!
Eric Price: Oh God … so you’re seat A?
Sarah Twilight: Let me guess. you're seat B?
*She rolls her eyes, angrily as Eric flags down a flight attendant*
Eric Price: Excuse me miss … is there any way I could switch seats?
Flight Attendant: No sir, you must sit in the seat you’ve been assigned for security reasons.
Eric Price: But what if I get someone to switch with me?
Flight Attendant: Again, you cannot switch seats even if someone else agrees to sit in your place.
Eric Price: But I …
Sarah Twilight: Look, it’s not any more fun for me than it is for you asshole. Just shut up and sit down so we can get the fuck out of this hellhole.
*Eric simply grins and bears the situation as he knows he wants and has to get back home*
Eric Price: Fine … I’ll deal with it!
*Eric takes a seat with great disgust obvious in his face as Sarah also looks furious over this arrangement*
Eric Price: Great, I have to sit next to … ugh …
Sarah Twilight: Don’t even remind me.
*Sarah moves her hand along to the shutter of the window and pushes it open. She opts to look out the window and just forget that Eric Price is in the seat next to her. The both of them were definitely looking forward to getting back home, as of course Los Angeles was home to the both of them. Sarah is wearing a purple blouse with shoulder cut sleeves and some etched black design patterns that elegantly enhance the shine to her sterling silver pentacle charm. She wears a pair of black denim jeans and calf high black leather boots to match. Her gorgeous red hair lays perfectly over her shoulders as her emerald green eyes gaze out of the window looking at a rather rugged landscape just beyond the runway. Though it was still better than looking over to see Eric Price seated next to her. Eric is wearing formal business wear as usual, especially since taking ownership. His gray suit with very fine white pinstripes that are barely even noticeable compliment the peach dress shirt underneath. His matching tie is loosened for the flight and he tops the ensemble off with a plain black, perfectly shined pair of loafers. Eric check his Rolex to ensure that the flight would leave as scheduled as of course, he didn't want to spend too much time seated next to Sarah either. Sighing, he does glance over toward Sarah in an attempt to perhaps make this flight bearable.*
Eric Price: Look, I know that we--
*Sarah snaps her head around quickly with a scowl on her face and pure hatred in her eyes*
Sarah Twilight: Don't fucking talk to me. Just sit there, and shut up.
Eric Price: How rude. To talk to your boss in such a manner.
Sarah Twilight: I swear if we don't take off soon...
Eric Price: Relax, we should be leaving momentarily. The flight isn't even that long.
*Sarah again looks back at Eric*
Sarah Twilight: This would go so much faster if you would STOP FUCKING TALKING!
*The elevation of her voice causes many of the other first class passengers to look in their direction. The flight attendant approaches again, hearing the commotion*
Flight Attendant: Is there a problem here? Because you know we'll have to remove the two of you if you cause a scene.
Eric Price: Oh no, not at all. She's just having 'that time of the month.'
*Sarah glares at Eric, and seeing the angered look in Sarah's eyes, the Flight Attendant nods and moves along. Sarah remains silent to avoid getting thrown of the plane and stuck in Mexico with Eric, but the look she is giving Eric would indicate she wants to murder him. After a long moment of staring at her hated rival, she goes back to staring out of the window to forget he was even there. As she waits for them to take off, she impatiently taps her fingernails along the frame of the window. Finally they are ready to take off as a voice comes over the loudspeakers.*
"This is your captain speaking. We will be departing in just a few moments. Clear skies all the way from here to Los Angeles. The flight time on this nonstop flight to Los Angeles is roughly three hours and twenty six minutes. At this time I will be placing the seat belt sign on, please follow the flight attendant's instructions and make sure all carry on bags are stowed properly in the overhead and that any personal items are secured below the seat in front of you. As always, this is a non-smoking flight and we thank you for choosing Delta."
Scene III - Unfriendly Skies - 3:20PM -Skies Over Mexico
*Instructions have been given, everyone was seated and the flight has taken off. There were now about two hours into the flight and there has not been a word between Eric Price and Sarah Twilight. Eric has started to nod off in his seat and Sarah continues to stare out of the window, looking over the landscape below. The flight is just about near Tiajuana and is preparing towards crossing over the border into the United States. Suddenly, Eric is startled from his sleep and Sarah's trance of looking out the window is disturbed as the plane begins to shake violently. Both Champion and upcoming Challenger are lifted from their seats as far as the seatbelts will allow and jolted back down as the plane feels as if they were in a small car going over an incredibly rocky road beneath.*
Eric Price: What is going on?!
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck?!
*The flight attendant steadies herself in her seat as she removes the announcement microphone from it's holstered position and tries to calm any panic among the passengers*
Flight Attendant: Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some unusually rough turbulence. This is nothing to be alarmed with. We should be through it momentarily.
*Not even a few seconds go by after she finishes the announcement before a loud POP is heard and before anyone even has any time to panic, the plane begins descending rapidly. Sarah looks out of the window again to see thick black smoke billowing from the jet engine on her side of the plane.*
Sarah Twilight: Oh shit....
Eric Price: What?! What is it?!
Sarah Twilight: We're fucked...
Eric Price: We're going to crash?!!!!
*Sarah removes her seatbelt momentarily and takes the seat cushion from her seat that is normally used as a floatation device and she rests back against the empty seat, buckling herself back in and placing the cushion over her head for some sort of protection. Eric looks around to see many people tucking their heads down, and he turns ghostly white, before following Sarah's lead. The plane continues it's rapid descent as the pilot announces over the loudspeaker again.*
Pilot: Prepare for a crash landing!
*That is all he has enough time to say as he fights with control of the aircraft. The plane plummets downward just on the outskirts of Tiajuana. The pilot, unfortunately is unable to get the nose to level out completely and the crash is a horrific one. The pilot and co pilot are killed instantly and the plane is a strewn about mess of debris, flames and dead or dying bodies. Through the rubble, Sarah Twilight miraculously was one of the only survivors...if not THE only survivor and she crawls away from the wreckage carefully, soot on her arms and face. She is banged up from the crash, but doesn't seem to have any serious injuries. She notices that the fuel tanks are still in tact, but flames from the wreckage are dancing dangerously close to them. She hurries her pace to get away from the tragic crash as fast as she can. There are moans and pleas for help coming from unseen locations as heavy smoke prevented her from seeing their origin. She rushes away as the flames begin to consume the outer shell of one of the fuel tanks.*
Scene IV: Sole Survivor – 3:35 PM – The Crash Site in Tijuana
*Still showing the crash site, bodies strewn about as smoke and debris are all around the area. As the shot zooms in, Eric Price is shown coming to all covered in soot. He quickly unbuckles his seat belt, which managed to hold on as he notices the fire building up and quickly albeit clumsily gets up from his seat and starts walking away from the plane as fast as he can. As he walks, he notices a gun on the ground, he quickly picks it up, it appears to be a simple 9 mm handgun. He quickly puts it into his coat pocket as he continues to run from the crash site. He can hear moans and pleas for help but seems to believe he is the sole survivor from the crash.*
Eric Price: Yes … yes … thank God!
*Eric notices the fire is starting to consume one of the fuel tanks and as he’s walking away from the crash site, he notices another person walking away as well, also covered in soot*
Eric Price: Hey, hey … you’re from the crash too, you …
*The person turns around and he notices that it’s Sarah Twilight*
Eric Price: Oh son of a bitch, you’ve got to be kidding me!
Sarah Twilight: Fucking asshole, you actually survived? Are you Adolf Hitler?
Eric Price: Shut up, just shut up! Do you know where we are?
Sarah Twilight: Well, we’re in the middle of the fucking desert. Who knows exactly where?
Eric Price: In the middle of the desert somewhere, oh that’s just great! Did you at least call for help?
Sarah Twilight: Can’t, cell phone’s broken. What about you jackass, did you call?
Eric Price: Let me check.
*Eric pulls out what appears to be an iPhone 5 but it has a cracked screen and cannot be powered on*
Eric Price: No, mine’s broken too. Hey, that fire really is consuming those gas tanks, we seem to be the only two that made it out.
*Eric gets a sick smile on his face as he pulls the gun from his pocket and takes aim at the fuel tanks and fires at one of them quickly causing an explosion as any moans and screams for help immediately cease*
Sarah Twilight: Eric … what the fuck asshole? You just killed everyone.
*Eric continues to smile*
Eric Price: Exactly, I don’t want any witnesses for this.
*Eric points the gun right at Sarah*
Sarah Twilight: What are you doing?
Eric Price: I’m sick of you and sick of dealing with you. It’s time I ended this, you’re a thorn that will never be in my side again.
Sarah Twilight: Like no one would know. You are fucking retarded. Everyone would know, idiot.
Eric Price: No they won’t … see that’s the beauty of the explosion, I throw your body in there and you died in the crash. Goodbye Sarah Twilight!
*Eric smiles and takes the shot as Sarah tries to flinch but when he shoots, nothing comes out. He fires again but only a click is heard, no actual bullets are fired.*
Eric Price: Oh … damn it! The piece of shit’s out of ammunition!
Sarah Twilight: YOU WERE ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL ME?! FUCKING ASSHOLE!
Eric Price: No I wasn’t, the damn thing is out of ammunition and I wouldn’t have fired if I knew there were bullets anyway.
Sarah Twilight: You were just surprised there was no fucking ammunition in it!
Eric Price: It felt light, I figured no bullets were in it.
Sarah Twilight: Fucking Liar!
Eric Price: Look, we have bigger problems than this, we’re stranded in the middle of the desert, no way to contact the world, and we just survived a plane crash.
Sarah Twilight: Well then let’s go!
*Sarah starts walking*
Eric Price: Hey wait a minute, Sarah, what the hell, I’m your boss, if anyone’s going to give the orders around here, it’s me!
*Sarah smirks at him, since he wants to play games.*
Sarah Twilight: Okay asshole, where the fuck should we go?
*Eric looks flustered at this*
Eric Price: I … well … let’s keep walking, brilliant idea of mine!
*Sarah simply glares at him in disgust as he begins to walk ahead of her*
Sarah Twilight: Ugh … just … you are a fucking asshole, you know that?
Eric Price: Shut up and let’s walk.
Scene V: Desert Showdown – 5:00 PM – Unidentified Desert in Mexico
*Eric Price and Sarah Twilight are shown walking, their tattered and dirty clothes are clearly in disrepair due to the crash they had just survived. Both of them walk along the desert following a paved road they found along the way as they continue trying to find some civilization*
Eric Price: Are we there yet?
Sarah Twilight: No!
Eric Price: Are we there yet?
Sarah Twilight: No!
Eric Price: Are we there yet?
*Sarah stops clearly angered by this constant asking of questions and turns around and glares right at Eric*
Sarah Twilight: Son of a bitch, we are not there yet asshole! OKAY! You’ve asked me that at least 50 times in the last 2 hours, we are not there yet. OKAY! DO YOU GET IT?! WE ARE NOT THERE YET?!
*Eric is taken aback at this reaction*
Eric Price: Well geez, sorry for asking. Do you even know where we’re going?
*Sarah and Eric continue walking*
Sarah Twilight: Civilization, town, where we can contact someone for help.
Eric Price: Yeah, that was my idea.
Sarah Twilight: Will you quit being an asshole and shut up for once?! Please, you are just unbearable. I wish you’d died in the crash!
*Eric grins a bit at this*
Eric Price: The feeling’s mutual, bitch!
*A van is seen approaching as they both continue walking*
Sarah Twilight: Hey look, a van!
Eric Price: Hmm … maybe we can ask them for help.
*Both Sarah and Eric wave to the van trying to flag them down to ask for a ride. The van continues to approach them more and more quickly as it gets closer and then as it gets right near them, it stops on this deserted desert road. Five men wearing ski masks get off with holstered guns.*
Eric Price: Oh no.
*One of the five men addresses them*
Ski Mask Thug #1: Denme todo su dinero!
Sarah Twilight: What?
Eric Price: He told us to give him all his money!
Sarah Twilight: What? Why?!
Eric Price: They’re robbers Sarah, thieves, cartel specifically.
Ski Mask Thug #1: Dije que todo el dinero!
Eric Price: Sí, sí, ya se las vamos a dar. Aquí la señorita no habla español entonces yo le diré lo que ustedes dicen.
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck did you tell them?
Eric Price: I’m simply telling them that I’ll tell you what they say. Now give them your wallet.
Sarah Twilight: WHAT?! NO! We can take these assholes!
*Sarah gets into a fighting stance but Eric puts his hand in front of her*
Eric Price: Disculpen señores. Sarah, we can’t fight them!
Sarah Twilight: I know you can’t you piss pants coward but I sure can!
Eric Price: They have guns, don’t you see the holsters, they are armed and ready to shoot without asking. Now give them your wallet.
*Sarah grinds her teeth but relents and gives them her wallet. Eric also gives up his.*
Eric Price: Aquí está señores, nuestras carteras. No tenemos mas.
Ski Mask Thug #1: Muestrenme sus bolsas.
Eric Price: Sarah, empty your pockets, that’s what they asked. Simply pull them out to show them you don’t have anything.
*Both Sarah and Eric expose their pockets inside out to show they have nothing*
Ski Mask Thug #1: Vamonos!
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck? Where are those bastards going?
Eric Price: Shut up and let them leave!
*The cartel thugs quickly get in their van and speed away from them and they watch as the van drives away no longer being visible to them. Once the van is no longer visible, Sarah quickly slaps the taste out of Eric’s mouth*
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck did you let them get our wallets for?
Eric Price: What did you expect us to do? We don’t have any guns, any resources, we can’t fight 5 guys armed with AK-47s!
Sarah Twilight: I … motherfuckers … bastards is what they are!
Eric Price: I know, I know. Come on, let’s just keep going and try to find town before dark.
*The scene fades away as both Eric Price and Sarah Twilight continue walking down the road trying to find civilization*
Scene VI: Stranded – 6:15PM – Just outside of Tijuana
*The hot desert sun has been beating down upon Sarah and Eric for some time now. The agitated redhead has her hair tied back now in a ponytail as the beads of sweat drip from her forehead. Eric has since removed his suit jacket and has been carrying it with him. his sleeves rolled up his arm and his face reddened and also dripping of sweat. Sand has kicked up onto them from the occasional dry wind that has blasted them in the face, leaving them angry, thirty and desperate to get back home. Despite the long and bitter rivalry they have had, this was something they were forced to endure together. After what seemed like days of walking, every shrub, every dried of twig, every grain of sand looked identical. The cactuses their only measure of distance along the treacherous path to civilization. Vultures have been circling them overhead for a while now as the beginnings of dehydration had already begun to settle upon them. Their paced slowed and each step was more like drudging. Finally, Sarah notices something ahead in the distance that seems to ignite her second wind and her pace becomes quickened once again. Eric struggles to keep up with her.*
Eric Price: Why so fast? Wait! Wait!
Sarah Twilight: That's a city ahead ... a town … something!
Eric Price: Oh dear God, let's hope it isn't a mirage.
*He comments as he does not yet see what Sarah does. However as he begins catching up to her pace, he sees it as well and his eyes become wide with excitement*
Eric Price: We're saved! We're saved! Yes! Yes!
Sarah Twilight: Oh just move it. Let's go already dumbass.
*The two move quickly toward their salvation from this traveling nightmare. Eventually they enter the very remote beginnings of Tijuana, which...weren't exactly much of a step up from the desert. Decrepit shambles of houses line the streets and locals stand outside aimlessly almost and stare at the strangers who obviously did not belong there. Front yards littered with various materials used to create whatever makeshift coverings any of these less unfortunates could use them for. Old pieces of vehicles that haven't worked in some time as well as materials that seemed very out of place for any home shared the littered landscape. This was not the glamorous Tijuana that tourists would see, this was the part of Tijuana no one ever talked about. Eric however, still seems relieved that they had reached society...even if they weren't quite there yet.*
Eric Price: Tijuana. Oh this is wonderful. Now, we'll just need to find the checkpoint and we're home free.
*Sarah glances back at him and rolls her eyes, obviously finding his comment ridiculous*
Sarah Twilight: Yes, that would be our course of action had you NOT agreed to let those fucks take our wallets that had things like...ID and...passports in them!
*The excitement quickly vanishes from Eric's face as now, after the initial rush of reaching society has quelled, he recalls the fact that they do not have any form of identification with which to get back home.*
Eric Price: You mean we're stuck here?
Sarah Twilight: No, we're just going to have to sneak back over.
Eric Price: Sneak? Like illegals?
*Sarah rolls her eyes again*
Sarah Twilight: What other fucking way do we have?
*Eric thinks about it for a moment*
Eric Price: I suppose you're right. Well, where should we do this at?
Sarah Twilight: Can't do it now, we have to wait until it's dark. And, we need to get through this fucking city. We need a ride.
Eric Price: Oh sure, I'll just call my limousine and we'll be right on it. How ridiculous.
*As Eric talks, Sarah spies the only viable...and most likely working form of transportation she could see on this desolate stretch of the city...a moped. She ignores Eric as he mocks and she heads for the vehicle. On a hunch, she reaches underneath just behind the front wheel and sure enough there is a key. Slowly she pushes it away from the home which she was taking it from and starts wheeling it up the dirt path some before even considering to start it. Eric follows her quietly and quickly realizing she just stole the thing. Something in the small compartment at the base of the front seat catches her eye as she pushes it, and she reaches for it.*
Eric Price: Excellent. Now we have a ride. Now step aside. I'm driving.
Sarah Twilight: The hell you are.
Eric Price: Listen again, I am your boss and I say I am driv--
*Eric's eyes widen as Sarah pulls a very sharp looking knife on him. It must have been what she reached for in the compartment. She narrows her eyes at him and looks completely insane with anger as she wields the blade in front of him*
Sarah Twilight: Listen here you stupid fuck. I'm driving. I should stab you in the fucking throat for that shit you tried to pull earlier at the crash...and BELIEVE ME, I am considering doing it anyway.
Eric Price: No no! You can drive. There is no need for this.
*He says waving his hands in front of him in a surrendering manner. Sarah grips the knife tightly and scowls at him again as she points down at the rear seat portion*
Sarah Twilight: You see those handles? You keep your hands on them. I swear if you fucking touch me, I will throw you off of this fucking thing and I will stab you until you look like pulled pork! Got it?
*Eric nods and gets on the back seat and grips the handles. Sarah gets on the moped and inserts the key, starting it. The two take off through the city to find a place to wait...closer to the border.*
Scene VII: An Unexpected Acquaintance – 8 PM – Downtown Tijuana
*Eric Price and Sarah Twilight are riding on the back of the moped as a girl on the sidewalk flags them down to stop.*
Eric Price: Hey Sarah, stop.
Sarah Twilight: Why asshole?
Eric Price: Damn it, just stop, I think someone is trying to catch our attention, think they might know you.
Sarah Twilight: Yeah right, whatever...Fine.
*Sarah stops the moped as Eric Price looks at the girl on the sidewalk, dressed very provocatively in a miniskirt far too short and a far too exposed mid-riff shirt. He looks at her up and down as if she seems familiar to him. Sarah looks at her not having a clue who this*
Eric Price: Do I know you?
Girl: You don’t remember me papí, it’s Diana.
*The girl speaks in a really thick Mexican accent*
Eric Price: Diana? No … I don’t recall.
Diana: You don’t remember that night papí when we got together?
Eric Price: I’m sorry, I don’t know you.
Diana: Oh that night was great, you got all up in me and I screamed “ahhh” and then you…
*Eric starts recollecting and thinking and realizes that he does remember her. He quickly flinches but also tries to cover for it by continuing the denial of knowing her.*
Eric Price: No, I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else.
Diana: No, I remember you well señor Price, no one forgets someone like you.
Sarah Twilight: Well Mr. Ethics, Integrity, and Morals, what’s this? Eric Price and foreign street whores.
Eric Price:She’s just … she’s crazy clearly, I don’t know her. Come on, I’ve never really been to Mexico.
Diana: Oh are you kidding lady, he used to come down for nights on end and we would just go at it again and again and again…
Eric Price: Drive!
Sarah Twilight: No, I want to hear this!
Eric Price: Look Diana, you’re delusional. I have no idea what you’re talking about okay.
*Eric winks at her twice hoping that she notices. She does notice the second wink and gets it.*
Diana: Oh … my mistake señor P … señor, I thought you were someone else.
Eric Price: Let’s go!
Sarah Twilight: Really?
Eric Price: DRIVE DAMN IT!
Sarah Twilight: You order me like that once more and I’ll…
Eric Price: I apologize Sarah. Please, let’s go.
Sarah Twilight: Fine.
*Sarah starts up the moped and they begin driving off and as they do, Eric looks back and Diana waves a kiss to him and he smiles as Sarah is focused on the road and he thinks she doesn’t notice however she sees this action through the rearview mirror.*
Sarah Twilight: So Mr. Sincerity, how many times did you fuck that walking gremlin?
Eric Price: What? What are you talking about, I am not that kind of man. I am an honest man with great ethics, integrity…
Sarah Twilight: Oh shut up! We both know you did it asshole but if you don’t want to admit it.
Eric Price: Admit it? There’s nothing to admit! Look, nothing happened, okay. Nothing happened! You got it?
Sarah Twilight: Whatever you say señor Price.
Eric Price: Just shut up and stop asking!
*Sarah continues driving along through downtown Tijuana with Eric sitting in back as the scene fades to black*
Scene VIII: Run For The Border – 9:59PM – US/Mexican Border - Mexican Side
*Sarah Twilight and Eric Price sit quietly crouched in some bushes just a few yards away from the border to the United States of America. They watch carefully as border patrol agents on the other side sit idly in a few vehicles meant to be out of sight. However, the small light from a cigarette one of them is smoking is enough to give them away. There is some rustling to the east of them as a group of about a dozen Mexicans make a run for it. Once the reach the US side, the headlights of the vehicle shine as the patrol agents move in. Sarah looks at Eric and nods.*
Sarah Twilight: Now's our chance while they're distracted.
Eric Price: Finally!
*Eric and Sarah make a mad dash for the United States, crossing a mostly dried out portion of river where the waters were low. They make it to the other side quite easily and both of them could never feel happier to be home, even if they weren't in Los Angeles yet, they were in the United States. That feeling of excitement however, is soon shattered as a bright flashlight is shined in their faces. It seems there were other agents who did manage to go undetected by the duo.*
Border Patrol Agent: And where do you two think you're going?
*Sarah and Eric are in shock that they've been stopped. The agent slowly walks around them, shining the light on them and looking them over.*
Border Patrol Agent: You got papers?
*He asks as if it was just a formality and knew that if they were sneaking over, they had no papers. Sarah is very irritated by this.*
Sarah Twilight: Are you fucking kidding me? Do I LOOK like a Mexican to you?
*This should have been obvious. I mean she's a white redhead with green eyes. However, Mr. Protect our Land wasn't buying it...like he was stuck on one mindset. Eric doesn't help matters.*
Eric Price: No no, it's true. She was sneaking across. I am a United States citizen, and she was crossing over to marry me so she can attain citizenship.
Border Patrol Agent: I see...
*Sarah glares at Eric again for trying to sell her up the river and decides to be just as malicious.*
Sarah Twilight: Actually sir, he's smuggling cocaine. Has it lining his underwear. If he winds up PISSING himself, he'll ruin the goods.
*Eric gasps at what she just said*
Eric Price: What? No! That's simply not true!
*The agent looks back and forth between them and decides he isn't taking any chances. He gets on a walkie talkie and radios his partner*
Border Patrol Agent: Ed, we got two live ones. Possible smugglers. I need some backup.
*As he talks on the two way, he starts looking over Eric, trying to see if he can spot any signs of the narcotic. Knowing that backup would be on the way soon, Sarah takes her opportunity and picks up a large rock, unseen by the preoccupied agent...and she bashes it on top of his head. She looks at Eric, though still very pissed.*
Sarah Twilight: RUN!
*Eric needs no invitation as he and Sarah make a run for it. It doesn't take long before two more border patrol agents catch sight of them and begin giving chase. Sarah and Eric are running as fast as they can and duck into a barn located on some farm property. The two are panting and gasping for air after the long day of walking in the heat and now running for their lives. Eric looks around at the bales of hay and after the imminent danger they'd just experienced, he blurts out an idea.*
Eric Price: You know, this entire ordeal has been so dangerous. So excited. This place...it's actually kinda hot. Maybe you and I can...you know?
*Sarah reaches into her pocket and pulls out the knife that she had kept from earlier, and Eric seems immediately ready to retract the statement. However, after catching her breathe, Sarah just glares at Eric and shakes her head, putting the knife away.*
Sarah Twilight: I am going to pretend this ONE time that you didn't even just say that. I'm going to assume it's delirium from the sun and that's that. Moreso, I just want to get the fuck out of here and I don't need those agents finding us with your pathetic ass screaming for your life and filling the air with the stench of urine.
*Eric straightens his collar and acts as if he never mentioned what he did. He is also highly insulted at even MORE comments about his bladder control.*
Eric Price: You repulse me. Just remember that.
Sarah Twilight: Good. Feeling is mutual.
*The two hush up now as they see flashlights moving around just outside. The tension of possibility of them being caught is immense. Sarah looks at Eric and places her finger over her lips telling him to shush. Eric remains silent. However it is when one of the agents pushes the door to the barn open and shines his flashlight inside that all of that changes.*
Sarah Twilight: NOW!
*The two of them rush the agent, pushing him down as they make a run for it out of the farm. They rush toward a thicket of trees ahead. The other agent spots them as they make a dash for it. And it isn't long before the shoved down agent is back up and chasing them as well.*
Agents: Stop! Stop right now!
*Sarah and Eric have some distance on the men and continue to run, through the thicket, zigging and zagging around trees and bushes, trying to keep separation from the men. After a solid ten minutes of running, they come to the end of the thicket and out into a clearing. Once again, the two are huffing and trying to catch their breath.*
Sarah Twilight: I...think...we...lost...them.
Eric Price: Yes...indeed. I...hope...so.
Scene IX: Queen For A Day – 10:47PM – Southern California, Just Outside of San Diego
*As the two of them slowly walk through the clearing, they can see the highway in the distance. They'd made it. Walking the outskirts of that road would take them into San Diego and from there, they could contact someone and get back home. They again are filled with a sense of excitement as freedom is so close. However, Sarah notices some silhouettes just ahead, an obstacle between the two of them and the highway.*
Sarah Twilight: Shit, more agents I think.
Eric Price: Oh come on, can we not have one thing go right?
Sarah Twilight: Let's try and go around them?
Eric Price: Alright. It's dark, we should be able to.
*The duo slowly, and quietly make their way to the north of the silhouettes. Trying to keep as invisible as possible. Though this doesn't last long as one of the moving figures notices them.*
"Hark, who go there?"
Eric Price: What? Who?
*The shadowed figures move closer to the two, and suddenly they come into view. Sarah rolls her eyes as she realizes who the 'silhouettes' are. It's Siegfried, Hagen, Brünhilde, Kriemhilde and all the other nerds who were playing the Viking version of Dungeons and Dragons the week prior. The nerds and their plastic nerf swords surround Eric and Sarah as if they were going to vanquish the intruders. Though suddenly, one of them also recognized Sarah.*
Siegfried: Our Queen, she has returned to us!
*Eric looks at Sarah, stunned.*
Eric Price: You...you know these people?
*Sarah rolls her eyes again*
Sarah Twilight: It's a long story. Forget it.
Hagen: We have been lost without you, your highness. The throne awaits you!
*Eric is perplexed by what he is hearing and Sarah is not interested in talking with these geeks again, she shakes her head.*
Sarah Twilight: I don't have time for this shit right now...
Brünhilde: But...you are the Queen of Burgund. We await your command.
Kriemhilde: Yes, we are here to serve you.
Hagen: Anything at all m'lady.
Eric Price: What the hell is goi--
*Eric pauses mid sentence as he and Sarah now both notice the flashlights reaching the end of the thicket and are about to enter the clearing. They both realize they need to get moving...and FAST.*
Siegfried: It shall be our honor to serve you. This is fate as the Gods see fit. You have returned to us and shall take your rightful place as the Queen of Burgund!
Sarah Twilight: Enough with that shit! I am NOT--
*She pauses mid sentence now as the border agents enter the clearing and start fast approaching. Sarah has an idea.*
Sarah Twilight: Alright....subjects...or whatever. Here is what you can do for me.
Hagen: Anything your majesty!
Sarah Twilight: Right, well, see those flashlights over there?
Siegfried: What is this flashlight you speak of?
*Sarah quickly alters the term, not having the time to play stupid games*
Sarah Twilight: Torches then...okay? The men with torches?
Hagen: Yes, we see them m'lady.
Sarah Twilight: THOSE are the invaders from the north. GET THEM!!!
Siegfried: You heard the Queen! ATTACK!
*The entirety of the nerds start charging toward the Border Patrol Agents with nerf swords drawn. The agents are tackled down and jumped on by a bunch of people who have no idea they are probably about to get themselves arrested because they can't separate fantasy from reality. This allows Sarah and Eric time to make a run for it. The two of them mad dash for the highway, leaving the agents to deal with an army of nerds. As they run, Eric looks oddly at Sarah.*
Eric Price: The Queen of Burgund?
*Sarah looks back at him and just looks disgusted with the whole situation anyway*
Sarah Twilight: Don't ask. Just...don't.
*Eric shrugs, regardless of what that was all about, it managed to get them out of that mess so it was a good thing. The two make it to the highway and begin towards San Diego, home free at last. Home free to San Diego, where Sarah would contact Rachel and get a ride back home. And where Eric would contact a member of his firm to be picked up and returned home. The nightmare was finally over. And neither of them wanted to spend another minute together now that it was. Just one thing left to clarify...*
Eric Price: Well, we made it. Now let us never speak of this again.
Sarah Twilight: No fucking way I am EVER mentioning this shit.
Eric Price: Neither shall I.
*The scene fades.*
Asesinato De Mayo had come and passed … with it, came a change in leadership with WCF being sold to Eric Price and being subsequently renamed Eric Price’s Professional Wrestling. Since taking over, he has fired a few people as well as had one or two quit on him as they refused to work for him. Regardless of that, although many changes occurred, other things remained the same, in particular Sarah Twilight walking out with the WCF World Title.
However, Eric Price dropped the bombshell at ADM that he would be challenging her for that World Title at Slam in Los Angeles the following Sunday and Jeff Purse, with whom they both share a relationship would be the special guest referee. Chaos and turmoil abound as Slam rolls into Los Angeles the following week but for now, we are still in Mexico City leaving for Los Angeles.
Day I: Monday 6/10 – The Beginning Of A Journey
Scene I: Eric Price and Sarah Twilight leaving Mexico City – 12 Noon – Mexico City Airport
*The scene opens up with Eric Price walking in the terminal of the Mexico City Airport with a huge smile on his face, as usual wearing a full suit, cream white with a light yellow shirt and tie*
Eric Price: Oh thank God I’m finally leaving this dump known as Mexico City, smog ridden piece of crap hellhole is what this is. I … I cannot stand being in other countries apart from my own. We’ve been on this World Tour and I’ve missed the US since we ventured into Canada back in April and then went to Europe and now here to this hell hole but now finally headed back to the US, to my hometown of Los Angeles, California!
*Eric continues walking and notices Sarah Twilight in the airport getting her ticket along with her bags*
Eric Price: Oh great …
*Eric notices her before she notices him and quickly runs toward a bathroom he notices and stands right outside just watching for her to pass by so as to avoid having to deal with her*
Eric Price: Oh thank God, I don’t have to deal with her. Although I hate having to fly commercial, I don’t want to fly commercial, I’m the owner of WCF for God’s sake or should I say EPPW as it is now called. Oh well, better start heading toward the gate so I don’t miss my plane.
Scene II: Unexpected Company – 12:30 PM – AirMex Airplane to LA at a Mexico City Airport Runway
*Eric Price is shown walking in the airplane noticing a lot of people packed closely together as he questions the travel accommodations. He quickly flags down a flight attendant.*
Eric Price: Excuse me, miss?
Flight Attendant: Yes sir?
Eric Price: Is this first class? It seems rather packed.
Flight Attendant: Oh no, first class is through the curtains behind you. This is coach.
Eric Price: I see, thank you.
*Eric walks away toward first class now as he is ready to sit down and relax for the flight*
Eric Price: Oh thank God, running companies is hard work. At least I get some first class treatment here, a nice window seat and get to be comfortable riding back to LA. Let’s see …
*Eric looks at his ticket*
Eric Price: Let’s see, row 5, seat B, here we are.
*He approaches from behind and notices a redhead sitting there in the window seat*
Eric Price: Excuse me miss, I assume you’re sitting in seat A.
*The redhead turns around and it’s none other than Sarah Twilight*
Sarah Twilight: You? Ugh...oh hell no!
Eric Price: Oh God … so you’re seat A?
Sarah Twilight: Let me guess. you're seat B?
*She rolls her eyes, angrily as Eric flags down a flight attendant*
Eric Price: Excuse me miss … is there any way I could switch seats?
Flight Attendant: No sir, you must sit in the seat you’ve been assigned for security reasons.
Eric Price: But what if I get someone to switch with me?
Flight Attendant: Again, you cannot switch seats even if someone else agrees to sit in your place.
Eric Price: But I …
Sarah Twilight: Look, it’s not any more fun for me than it is for you asshole. Just shut up and sit down so we can get the fuck out of this hellhole.
*Eric simply grins and bears the situation as he knows he wants and has to get back home*
Eric Price: Fine … I’ll deal with it!
*Eric takes a seat with great disgust obvious in his face as Sarah also looks furious over this arrangement*
Eric Price: Great, I have to sit next to … ugh …
Sarah Twilight: Don’t even remind me.
*Sarah moves her hand along to the shutter of the window and pushes it open. She opts to look out the window and just forget that Eric Price is in the seat next to her. The both of them were definitely looking forward to getting back home, as of course Los Angeles was home to the both of them. Sarah is wearing a purple blouse with shoulder cut sleeves and some etched black design patterns that elegantly enhance the shine to her sterling silver pentacle charm. She wears a pair of black denim jeans and calf high black leather boots to match. Her gorgeous red hair lays perfectly over her shoulders as her emerald green eyes gaze out of the window looking at a rather rugged landscape just beyond the runway. Though it was still better than looking over to see Eric Price seated next to her. Eric is wearing formal business wear as usual, especially since taking ownership. His gray suit with very fine white pinstripes that are barely even noticeable compliment the peach dress shirt underneath. His matching tie is loosened for the flight and he tops the ensemble off with a plain black, perfectly shined pair of loafers. Eric check his Rolex to ensure that the flight would leave as scheduled as of course, he didn't want to spend too much time seated next to Sarah either. Sighing, he does glance over toward Sarah in an attempt to perhaps make this flight bearable.*
Eric Price: Look, I know that we--
*Sarah snaps her head around quickly with a scowl on her face and pure hatred in her eyes*
Sarah Twilight: Don't fucking talk to me. Just sit there, and shut up.
Eric Price: How rude. To talk to your boss in such a manner.
Sarah Twilight: I swear if we don't take off soon...
Eric Price: Relax, we should be leaving momentarily. The flight isn't even that long.
*Sarah again looks back at Eric*
Sarah Twilight: This would go so much faster if you would STOP FUCKING TALKING!
*The elevation of her voice causes many of the other first class passengers to look in their direction. The flight attendant approaches again, hearing the commotion*
Flight Attendant: Is there a problem here? Because you know we'll have to remove the two of you if you cause a scene.
Eric Price: Oh no, not at all. She's just having 'that time of the month.'
*Sarah glares at Eric, and seeing the angered look in Sarah's eyes, the Flight Attendant nods and moves along. Sarah remains silent to avoid getting thrown of the plane and stuck in Mexico with Eric, but the look she is giving Eric would indicate she wants to murder him. After a long moment of staring at her hated rival, she goes back to staring out of the window to forget he was even there. As she waits for them to take off, she impatiently taps her fingernails along the frame of the window. Finally they are ready to take off as a voice comes over the loudspeakers.*
"This is your captain speaking. We will be departing in just a few moments. Clear skies all the way from here to Los Angeles. The flight time on this nonstop flight to Los Angeles is roughly three hours and twenty six minutes. At this time I will be placing the seat belt sign on, please follow the flight attendant's instructions and make sure all carry on bags are stowed properly in the overhead and that any personal items are secured below the seat in front of you. As always, this is a non-smoking flight and we thank you for choosing Delta."
Scene III - Unfriendly Skies - 3:20PM -Skies Over Mexico
*Instructions have been given, everyone was seated and the flight has taken off. There were now about two hours into the flight and there has not been a word between Eric Price and Sarah Twilight. Eric has started to nod off in his seat and Sarah continues to stare out of the window, looking over the landscape below. The flight is just about near Tiajuana and is preparing towards crossing over the border into the United States. Suddenly, Eric is startled from his sleep and Sarah's trance of looking out the window is disturbed as the plane begins to shake violently. Both Champion and upcoming Challenger are lifted from their seats as far as the seatbelts will allow and jolted back down as the plane feels as if they were in a small car going over an incredibly rocky road beneath.*
Eric Price: What is going on?!
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck?!
*The flight attendant steadies herself in her seat as she removes the announcement microphone from it's holstered position and tries to calm any panic among the passengers*
Flight Attendant: Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some unusually rough turbulence. This is nothing to be alarmed with. We should be through it momentarily.
*Not even a few seconds go by after she finishes the announcement before a loud POP is heard and before anyone even has any time to panic, the plane begins descending rapidly. Sarah looks out of the window again to see thick black smoke billowing from the jet engine on her side of the plane.*
Sarah Twilight: Oh shit....
Eric Price: What?! What is it?!
Sarah Twilight: We're fucked...
Eric Price: We're going to crash?!!!!
*Sarah removes her seatbelt momentarily and takes the seat cushion from her seat that is normally used as a floatation device and she rests back against the empty seat, buckling herself back in and placing the cushion over her head for some sort of protection. Eric looks around to see many people tucking their heads down, and he turns ghostly white, before following Sarah's lead. The plane continues it's rapid descent as the pilot announces over the loudspeaker again.*
Pilot: Prepare for a crash landing!
*That is all he has enough time to say as he fights with control of the aircraft. The plane plummets downward just on the outskirts of Tiajuana. The pilot, unfortunately is unable to get the nose to level out completely and the crash is a horrific one. The pilot and co pilot are killed instantly and the plane is a strewn about mess of debris, flames and dead or dying bodies. Through the rubble, Sarah Twilight miraculously was one of the only survivors...if not THE only survivor and she crawls away from the wreckage carefully, soot on her arms and face. She is banged up from the crash, but doesn't seem to have any serious injuries. She notices that the fuel tanks are still in tact, but flames from the wreckage are dancing dangerously close to them. She hurries her pace to get away from the tragic crash as fast as she can. There are moans and pleas for help coming from unseen locations as heavy smoke prevented her from seeing their origin. She rushes away as the flames begin to consume the outer shell of one of the fuel tanks.*
Scene IV: Sole Survivor – 3:35 PM – The Crash Site in Tijuana
*Still showing the crash site, bodies strewn about as smoke and debris are all around the area. As the shot zooms in, Eric Price is shown coming to all covered in soot. He quickly unbuckles his seat belt, which managed to hold on as he notices the fire building up and quickly albeit clumsily gets up from his seat and starts walking away from the plane as fast as he can. As he walks, he notices a gun on the ground, he quickly picks it up, it appears to be a simple 9 mm handgun. He quickly puts it into his coat pocket as he continues to run from the crash site. He can hear moans and pleas for help but seems to believe he is the sole survivor from the crash.*
Eric Price: Yes … yes … thank God!
*Eric notices the fire is starting to consume one of the fuel tanks and as he’s walking away from the crash site, he notices another person walking away as well, also covered in soot*
Eric Price: Hey, hey … you’re from the crash too, you …
*The person turns around and he notices that it’s Sarah Twilight*
Eric Price: Oh son of a bitch, you’ve got to be kidding me!
Sarah Twilight: Fucking asshole, you actually survived? Are you Adolf Hitler?
Eric Price: Shut up, just shut up! Do you know where we are?
Sarah Twilight: Well, we’re in the middle of the fucking desert. Who knows exactly where?
Eric Price: In the middle of the desert somewhere, oh that’s just great! Did you at least call for help?
Sarah Twilight: Can’t, cell phone’s broken. What about you jackass, did you call?
Eric Price: Let me check.
*Eric pulls out what appears to be an iPhone 5 but it has a cracked screen and cannot be powered on*
Eric Price: No, mine’s broken too. Hey, that fire really is consuming those gas tanks, we seem to be the only two that made it out.
*Eric gets a sick smile on his face as he pulls the gun from his pocket and takes aim at the fuel tanks and fires at one of them quickly causing an explosion as any moans and screams for help immediately cease*
Sarah Twilight: Eric … what the fuck asshole? You just killed everyone.
*Eric continues to smile*
Eric Price: Exactly, I don’t want any witnesses for this.
*Eric points the gun right at Sarah*
Sarah Twilight: What are you doing?
Eric Price: I’m sick of you and sick of dealing with you. It’s time I ended this, you’re a thorn that will never be in my side again.
Sarah Twilight: Like no one would know. You are fucking retarded. Everyone would know, idiot.
Eric Price: No they won’t … see that’s the beauty of the explosion, I throw your body in there and you died in the crash. Goodbye Sarah Twilight!
*Eric smiles and takes the shot as Sarah tries to flinch but when he shoots, nothing comes out. He fires again but only a click is heard, no actual bullets are fired.*
Eric Price: Oh … damn it! The piece of shit’s out of ammunition!
Sarah Twilight: YOU WERE ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL ME?! FUCKING ASSHOLE!
Eric Price: No I wasn’t, the damn thing is out of ammunition and I wouldn’t have fired if I knew there were bullets anyway.
Sarah Twilight: You were just surprised there was no fucking ammunition in it!
Eric Price: It felt light, I figured no bullets were in it.
Sarah Twilight: Fucking Liar!
Eric Price: Look, we have bigger problems than this, we’re stranded in the middle of the desert, no way to contact the world, and we just survived a plane crash.
Sarah Twilight: Well then let’s go!
*Sarah starts walking*
Eric Price: Hey wait a minute, Sarah, what the hell, I’m your boss, if anyone’s going to give the orders around here, it’s me!
*Sarah smirks at him, since he wants to play games.*
Sarah Twilight: Okay asshole, where the fuck should we go?
*Eric looks flustered at this*
Eric Price: I … well … let’s keep walking, brilliant idea of mine!
*Sarah simply glares at him in disgust as he begins to walk ahead of her*
Sarah Twilight: Ugh … just … you are a fucking asshole, you know that?
Eric Price: Shut up and let’s walk.
Scene V: Desert Showdown – 5:00 PM – Unidentified Desert in Mexico
*Eric Price and Sarah Twilight are shown walking, their tattered and dirty clothes are clearly in disrepair due to the crash they had just survived. Both of them walk along the desert following a paved road they found along the way as they continue trying to find some civilization*
Eric Price: Are we there yet?
Sarah Twilight: No!
Eric Price: Are we there yet?
Sarah Twilight: No!
Eric Price: Are we there yet?
*Sarah stops clearly angered by this constant asking of questions and turns around and glares right at Eric*
Sarah Twilight: Son of a bitch, we are not there yet asshole! OKAY! You’ve asked me that at least 50 times in the last 2 hours, we are not there yet. OKAY! DO YOU GET IT?! WE ARE NOT THERE YET?!
*Eric is taken aback at this reaction*
Eric Price: Well geez, sorry for asking. Do you even know where we’re going?
*Sarah and Eric continue walking*
Sarah Twilight: Civilization, town, where we can contact someone for help.
Eric Price: Yeah, that was my idea.
Sarah Twilight: Will you quit being an asshole and shut up for once?! Please, you are just unbearable. I wish you’d died in the crash!
*Eric grins a bit at this*
Eric Price: The feeling’s mutual, bitch!
*A van is seen approaching as they both continue walking*
Sarah Twilight: Hey look, a van!
Eric Price: Hmm … maybe we can ask them for help.
*Both Sarah and Eric wave to the van trying to flag them down to ask for a ride. The van continues to approach them more and more quickly as it gets closer and then as it gets right near them, it stops on this deserted desert road. Five men wearing ski masks get off with holstered guns.*
Eric Price: Oh no.
*One of the five men addresses them*
Ski Mask Thug #1: Denme todo su dinero!
Sarah Twilight: What?
Eric Price: He told us to give him all his money!
Sarah Twilight: What? Why?!
Eric Price: They’re robbers Sarah, thieves, cartel specifically.
Ski Mask Thug #1: Dije que todo el dinero!
Eric Price: Sí, sí, ya se las vamos a dar. Aquí la señorita no habla español entonces yo le diré lo que ustedes dicen.
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck did you tell them?
Eric Price: I’m simply telling them that I’ll tell you what they say. Now give them your wallet.
Sarah Twilight: WHAT?! NO! We can take these assholes!
*Sarah gets into a fighting stance but Eric puts his hand in front of her*
Eric Price: Disculpen señores. Sarah, we can’t fight them!
Sarah Twilight: I know you can’t you piss pants coward but I sure can!
Eric Price: They have guns, don’t you see the holsters, they are armed and ready to shoot without asking. Now give them your wallet.
*Sarah grinds her teeth but relents and gives them her wallet. Eric also gives up his.*
Eric Price: Aquí está señores, nuestras carteras. No tenemos mas.
Ski Mask Thug #1: Muestrenme sus bolsas.
Eric Price: Sarah, empty your pockets, that’s what they asked. Simply pull them out to show them you don’t have anything.
*Both Sarah and Eric expose their pockets inside out to show they have nothing*
Ski Mask Thug #1: Vamonos!
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck? Where are those bastards going?
Eric Price: Shut up and let them leave!
*The cartel thugs quickly get in their van and speed away from them and they watch as the van drives away no longer being visible to them. Once the van is no longer visible, Sarah quickly slaps the taste out of Eric’s mouth*
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck did you let them get our wallets for?
Eric Price: What did you expect us to do? We don’t have any guns, any resources, we can’t fight 5 guys armed with AK-47s!
Sarah Twilight: I … motherfuckers … bastards is what they are!
Eric Price: I know, I know. Come on, let’s just keep going and try to find town before dark.
*The scene fades away as both Eric Price and Sarah Twilight continue walking down the road trying to find civilization*
Scene VI: Stranded – 6:15PM – Just outside of Tijuana
*The hot desert sun has been beating down upon Sarah and Eric for some time now. The agitated redhead has her hair tied back now in a ponytail as the beads of sweat drip from her forehead. Eric has since removed his suit jacket and has been carrying it with him. his sleeves rolled up his arm and his face reddened and also dripping of sweat. Sand has kicked up onto them from the occasional dry wind that has blasted them in the face, leaving them angry, thirty and desperate to get back home. Despite the long and bitter rivalry they have had, this was something they were forced to endure together. After what seemed like days of walking, every shrub, every dried of twig, every grain of sand looked identical. The cactuses their only measure of distance along the treacherous path to civilization. Vultures have been circling them overhead for a while now as the beginnings of dehydration had already begun to settle upon them. Their paced slowed and each step was more like drudging. Finally, Sarah notices something ahead in the distance that seems to ignite her second wind and her pace becomes quickened once again. Eric struggles to keep up with her.*
Eric Price: Why so fast? Wait! Wait!
Sarah Twilight: That's a city ahead ... a town … something!
Eric Price: Oh dear God, let's hope it isn't a mirage.
*He comments as he does not yet see what Sarah does. However as he begins catching up to her pace, he sees it as well and his eyes become wide with excitement*
Eric Price: We're saved! We're saved! Yes! Yes!
Sarah Twilight: Oh just move it. Let's go already dumbass.
*The two move quickly toward their salvation from this traveling nightmare. Eventually they enter the very remote beginnings of Tijuana, which...weren't exactly much of a step up from the desert. Decrepit shambles of houses line the streets and locals stand outside aimlessly almost and stare at the strangers who obviously did not belong there. Front yards littered with various materials used to create whatever makeshift coverings any of these less unfortunates could use them for. Old pieces of vehicles that haven't worked in some time as well as materials that seemed very out of place for any home shared the littered landscape. This was not the glamorous Tijuana that tourists would see, this was the part of Tijuana no one ever talked about. Eric however, still seems relieved that they had reached society...even if they weren't quite there yet.*
Eric Price: Tijuana. Oh this is wonderful. Now, we'll just need to find the checkpoint and we're home free.
*Sarah glances back at him and rolls her eyes, obviously finding his comment ridiculous*
Sarah Twilight: Yes, that would be our course of action had you NOT agreed to let those fucks take our wallets that had things like...ID and...passports in them!
*The excitement quickly vanishes from Eric's face as now, after the initial rush of reaching society has quelled, he recalls the fact that they do not have any form of identification with which to get back home.*
Eric Price: You mean we're stuck here?
Sarah Twilight: No, we're just going to have to sneak back over.
Eric Price: Sneak? Like illegals?
*Sarah rolls her eyes again*
Sarah Twilight: What other fucking way do we have?
*Eric thinks about it for a moment*
Eric Price: I suppose you're right. Well, where should we do this at?
Sarah Twilight: Can't do it now, we have to wait until it's dark. And, we need to get through this fucking city. We need a ride.
Eric Price: Oh sure, I'll just call my limousine and we'll be right on it. How ridiculous.
*As Eric talks, Sarah spies the only viable...and most likely working form of transportation she could see on this desolate stretch of the city...a moped. She ignores Eric as he mocks and she heads for the vehicle. On a hunch, she reaches underneath just behind the front wheel and sure enough there is a key. Slowly she pushes it away from the home which she was taking it from and starts wheeling it up the dirt path some before even considering to start it. Eric follows her quietly and quickly realizing she just stole the thing. Something in the small compartment at the base of the front seat catches her eye as she pushes it, and she reaches for it.*
Eric Price: Excellent. Now we have a ride. Now step aside. I'm driving.
Sarah Twilight: The hell you are.
Eric Price: Listen again, I am your boss and I say I am driv--
*Eric's eyes widen as Sarah pulls a very sharp looking knife on him. It must have been what she reached for in the compartment. She narrows her eyes at him and looks completely insane with anger as she wields the blade in front of him*
Sarah Twilight: Listen here you stupid fuck. I'm driving. I should stab you in the fucking throat for that shit you tried to pull earlier at the crash...and BELIEVE ME, I am considering doing it anyway.
Eric Price: No no! You can drive. There is no need for this.
*He says waving his hands in front of him in a surrendering manner. Sarah grips the knife tightly and scowls at him again as she points down at the rear seat portion*
Sarah Twilight: You see those handles? You keep your hands on them. I swear if you fucking touch me, I will throw you off of this fucking thing and I will stab you until you look like pulled pork! Got it?
*Eric nods and gets on the back seat and grips the handles. Sarah gets on the moped and inserts the key, starting it. The two take off through the city to find a place to wait...closer to the border.*
Scene VII: An Unexpected Acquaintance – 8 PM – Downtown Tijuana
*Eric Price and Sarah Twilight are riding on the back of the moped as a girl on the sidewalk flags them down to stop.*
Eric Price: Hey Sarah, stop.
Sarah Twilight: Why asshole?
Eric Price: Damn it, just stop, I think someone is trying to catch our attention, think they might know you.
Sarah Twilight: Yeah right, whatever...Fine.
*Sarah stops the moped as Eric Price looks at the girl on the sidewalk, dressed very provocatively in a miniskirt far too short and a far too exposed mid-riff shirt. He looks at her up and down as if she seems familiar to him. Sarah looks at her not having a clue who this*
Eric Price: Do I know you?
Girl: You don’t remember me papí, it’s Diana.
*The girl speaks in a really thick Mexican accent*
Eric Price: Diana? No … I don’t recall.
Diana: You don’t remember that night papí when we got together?
Eric Price: I’m sorry, I don’t know you.
Diana: Oh that night was great, you got all up in me and I screamed “ahhh” and then you…
*Eric starts recollecting and thinking and realizes that he does remember her. He quickly flinches but also tries to cover for it by continuing the denial of knowing her.*
Eric Price: No, I’m sorry, you must have me confused with someone else.
Diana: No, I remember you well señor Price, no one forgets someone like you.
Sarah Twilight: Well Mr. Ethics, Integrity, and Morals, what’s this? Eric Price and foreign street whores.
Eric Price:She’s just … she’s crazy clearly, I don’t know her. Come on, I’ve never really been to Mexico.
Diana: Oh are you kidding lady, he used to come down for nights on end and we would just go at it again and again and again…
Eric Price: Drive!
Sarah Twilight: No, I want to hear this!
Eric Price: Look Diana, you’re delusional. I have no idea what you’re talking about okay.
*Eric winks at her twice hoping that she notices. She does notice the second wink and gets it.*
Diana: Oh … my mistake señor P … señor, I thought you were someone else.
Eric Price: Let’s go!
Sarah Twilight: Really?
Eric Price: DRIVE DAMN IT!
Sarah Twilight: You order me like that once more and I’ll…
Eric Price: I apologize Sarah. Please, let’s go.
Sarah Twilight: Fine.
*Sarah starts up the moped and they begin driving off and as they do, Eric looks back and Diana waves a kiss to him and he smiles as Sarah is focused on the road and he thinks she doesn’t notice however she sees this action through the rearview mirror.*
Sarah Twilight: So Mr. Sincerity, how many times did you fuck that walking gremlin?
Eric Price: What? What are you talking about, I am not that kind of man. I am an honest man with great ethics, integrity…
Sarah Twilight: Oh shut up! We both know you did it asshole but if you don’t want to admit it.
Eric Price: Admit it? There’s nothing to admit! Look, nothing happened, okay. Nothing happened! You got it?
Sarah Twilight: Whatever you say señor Price.
Eric Price: Just shut up and stop asking!
*Sarah continues driving along through downtown Tijuana with Eric sitting in back as the scene fades to black*
Scene VIII: Run For The Border – 9:59PM – US/Mexican Border - Mexican Side
*Sarah Twilight and Eric Price sit quietly crouched in some bushes just a few yards away from the border to the United States of America. They watch carefully as border patrol agents on the other side sit idly in a few vehicles meant to be out of sight. However, the small light from a cigarette one of them is smoking is enough to give them away. There is some rustling to the east of them as a group of about a dozen Mexicans make a run for it. Once the reach the US side, the headlights of the vehicle shine as the patrol agents move in. Sarah looks at Eric and nods.*
Sarah Twilight: Now's our chance while they're distracted.
Eric Price: Finally!
*Eric and Sarah make a mad dash for the United States, crossing a mostly dried out portion of river where the waters were low. They make it to the other side quite easily and both of them could never feel happier to be home, even if they weren't in Los Angeles yet, they were in the United States. That feeling of excitement however, is soon shattered as a bright flashlight is shined in their faces. It seems there were other agents who did manage to go undetected by the duo.*
Border Patrol Agent: And where do you two think you're going?
*Sarah and Eric are in shock that they've been stopped. The agent slowly walks around them, shining the light on them and looking them over.*
Border Patrol Agent: You got papers?
*He asks as if it was just a formality and knew that if they were sneaking over, they had no papers. Sarah is very irritated by this.*
Sarah Twilight: Are you fucking kidding me? Do I LOOK like a Mexican to you?
*This should have been obvious. I mean she's a white redhead with green eyes. However, Mr. Protect our Land wasn't buying it...like he was stuck on one mindset. Eric doesn't help matters.*
Eric Price: No no, it's true. She was sneaking across. I am a United States citizen, and she was crossing over to marry me so she can attain citizenship.
Border Patrol Agent: I see...
*Sarah glares at Eric again for trying to sell her up the river and decides to be just as malicious.*
Sarah Twilight: Actually sir, he's smuggling cocaine. Has it lining his underwear. If he winds up PISSING himself, he'll ruin the goods.
*Eric gasps at what she just said*
Eric Price: What? No! That's simply not true!
*The agent looks back and forth between them and decides he isn't taking any chances. He gets on a walkie talkie and radios his partner*
Border Patrol Agent: Ed, we got two live ones. Possible smugglers. I need some backup.
*As he talks on the two way, he starts looking over Eric, trying to see if he can spot any signs of the narcotic. Knowing that backup would be on the way soon, Sarah takes her opportunity and picks up a large rock, unseen by the preoccupied agent...and she bashes it on top of his head. She looks at Eric, though still very pissed.*
Sarah Twilight: RUN!
*Eric needs no invitation as he and Sarah make a run for it. It doesn't take long before two more border patrol agents catch sight of them and begin giving chase. Sarah and Eric are running as fast as they can and duck into a barn located on some farm property. The two are panting and gasping for air after the long day of walking in the heat and now running for their lives. Eric looks around at the bales of hay and after the imminent danger they'd just experienced, he blurts out an idea.*
Eric Price: You know, this entire ordeal has been so dangerous. So excited. This place...it's actually kinda hot. Maybe you and I can...you know?
*Sarah reaches into her pocket and pulls out the knife that she had kept from earlier, and Eric seems immediately ready to retract the statement. However, after catching her breathe, Sarah just glares at Eric and shakes her head, putting the knife away.*
Sarah Twilight: I am going to pretend this ONE time that you didn't even just say that. I'm going to assume it's delirium from the sun and that's that. Moreso, I just want to get the fuck out of here and I don't need those agents finding us with your pathetic ass screaming for your life and filling the air with the stench of urine.
*Eric straightens his collar and acts as if he never mentioned what he did. He is also highly insulted at even MORE comments about his bladder control.*
Eric Price: You repulse me. Just remember that.
Sarah Twilight: Good. Feeling is mutual.
*The two hush up now as they see flashlights moving around just outside. The tension of possibility of them being caught is immense. Sarah looks at Eric and places her finger over her lips telling him to shush. Eric remains silent. However it is when one of the agents pushes the door to the barn open and shines his flashlight inside that all of that changes.*
Sarah Twilight: NOW!
*The two of them rush the agent, pushing him down as they make a run for it out of the farm. They rush toward a thicket of trees ahead. The other agent spots them as they make a dash for it. And it isn't long before the shoved down agent is back up and chasing them as well.*
Agents: Stop! Stop right now!
*Sarah and Eric have some distance on the men and continue to run, through the thicket, zigging and zagging around trees and bushes, trying to keep separation from the men. After a solid ten minutes of running, they come to the end of the thicket and out into a clearing. Once again, the two are huffing and trying to catch their breath.*
Sarah Twilight: I...think...we...lost...them.
Eric Price: Yes...indeed. I...hope...so.
Scene IX: Queen For A Day – 10:47PM – Southern California, Just Outside of San Diego
*As the two of them slowly walk through the clearing, they can see the highway in the distance. They'd made it. Walking the outskirts of that road would take them into San Diego and from there, they could contact someone and get back home. They again are filled with a sense of excitement as freedom is so close. However, Sarah notices some silhouettes just ahead, an obstacle between the two of them and the highway.*
Sarah Twilight: Shit, more agents I think.
Eric Price: Oh come on, can we not have one thing go right?
Sarah Twilight: Let's try and go around them?
Eric Price: Alright. It's dark, we should be able to.
*The duo slowly, and quietly make their way to the north of the silhouettes. Trying to keep as invisible as possible. Though this doesn't last long as one of the moving figures notices them.*
"Hark, who go there?"
Eric Price: What? Who?
*The shadowed figures move closer to the two, and suddenly they come into view. Sarah rolls her eyes as she realizes who the 'silhouettes' are. It's Siegfried, Hagen, Brünhilde, Kriemhilde and all the other nerds who were playing the Viking version of Dungeons and Dragons the week prior. The nerds and their plastic nerf swords surround Eric and Sarah as if they were going to vanquish the intruders. Though suddenly, one of them also recognized Sarah.*
Siegfried: Our Queen, she has returned to us!
*Eric looks at Sarah, stunned.*
Eric Price: You...you know these people?
*Sarah rolls her eyes again*
Sarah Twilight: It's a long story. Forget it.
Hagen: We have been lost without you, your highness. The throne awaits you!
*Eric is perplexed by what he is hearing and Sarah is not interested in talking with these geeks again, she shakes her head.*
Sarah Twilight: I don't have time for this shit right now...
Brünhilde: But...you are the Queen of Burgund. We await your command.
Kriemhilde: Yes, we are here to serve you.
Hagen: Anything at all m'lady.
Eric Price: What the hell is goi--
*Eric pauses mid sentence as he and Sarah now both notice the flashlights reaching the end of the thicket and are about to enter the clearing. They both realize they need to get moving...and FAST.*
Siegfried: It shall be our honor to serve you. This is fate as the Gods see fit. You have returned to us and shall take your rightful place as the Queen of Burgund!
Sarah Twilight: Enough with that shit! I am NOT--
*She pauses mid sentence now as the border agents enter the clearing and start fast approaching. Sarah has an idea.*
Sarah Twilight: Alright....subjects...or whatever. Here is what you can do for me.
Hagen: Anything your majesty!
Sarah Twilight: Right, well, see those flashlights over there?
Siegfried: What is this flashlight you speak of?
*Sarah quickly alters the term, not having the time to play stupid games*
Sarah Twilight: Torches then...okay? The men with torches?
Hagen: Yes, we see them m'lady.
Sarah Twilight: THOSE are the invaders from the north. GET THEM!!!
Siegfried: You heard the Queen! ATTACK!
*The entirety of the nerds start charging toward the Border Patrol Agents with nerf swords drawn. The agents are tackled down and jumped on by a bunch of people who have no idea they are probably about to get themselves arrested because they can't separate fantasy from reality. This allows Sarah and Eric time to make a run for it. The two of them mad dash for the highway, leaving the agents to deal with an army of nerds. As they run, Eric looks oddly at Sarah.*
Eric Price: The Queen of Burgund?
*Sarah looks back at him and just looks disgusted with the whole situation anyway*
Sarah Twilight: Don't ask. Just...don't.
*Eric shrugs, regardless of what that was all about, it managed to get them out of that mess so it was a good thing. The two make it to the highway and begin towards San Diego, home free at last. Home free to San Diego, where Sarah would contact Rachel and get a ride back home. And where Eric would contact a member of his firm to be picked up and returned home. The nightmare was finally over. And neither of them wanted to spend another minute together now that it was. Just one thing left to clarify...*
Eric Price: Well, we made it. Now let us never speak of this again.
Sarah Twilight: No fucking way I am EVER mentioning this shit.
Eric Price: Neither shall I.
*The scene fades.*
