Post by David Sanchez on Jul 4, 2015 13:36:44 GMT -5
Breakfast at Tiffany’s
The scene opens up to show a family seated around a breakfast bar. Father at the head of the table, mother to his right and child positioned across from them. The dark green marble counter is packed full of various foodstuffs that would usually be consumed through the medium of this meal; sausages, toast, pancakes and a troth full of thick-sliced bacon. David and Samantha Sanchez sip coffee out of “his and her’s” style mugs, an act of uncharacteristic normality. Likewise; Kayden, their four year old son attempts to consume a plastic bowl of Cheerios. Covering himself in more of the meal than he manages to consume. The noise of soft guitar music in the background is for a moment the only noise heard to the viewer, allowing us to work out that the artist in question is the Mexican rock duo of Rodrigo Y Gabriela making some sweet, sweet love to an instrumental nuevo flamenco ballad.
“So how was preschool yesterday little dude?”
“It was good dad, one of your friends spoke to my class”
The very insinuation that this isolated man even has friends is enough to cause the matriarch of clan Sanchez to cease eating and shoot a gaze of confusion at her husband who seems equally concerned by this statement. Allowing his fork to drop onto a ceramic plate as he savors the final bite of a slice of toast David clears his throat and watches on in in expectant horror as Samantha fields the difficult questions to her son. Both parents dreading the identity of David’s mysterious child-friendly friend.
“Who are you talking about son?”
“His name was Teo, he had a mask and everything, it was so cool, he looked like a white dragon”
“Del Sol? What was he talking about?”
Sensing an abruptness in his father’s inquisition young Kayden puts his head down, fearing that the wrong answer at this point may end in him getting into trouble. Avoiding the gaze of his parental figures Kayden speaks now by staring into his cereal bowl and darting his pale blue eyes from mother to father from time to time, almost in fear of the consequences to answering this question wrong.
“He told us that we could be anything we want to be if we worked hard and believed in ourselves”
Fighting the urge to call complete bullshit on this invasion of family life David picks up his coffee cup and drains it’s contents, feeling the aromatic java warming his insides as it trickles down his throat. Evidently made happier by the knowledge that this unknown entity at her son’s school was not infact one of David’s former drug dealers, users or brokers. Lady Knives begins to clear the counter, leaving her husband seated and seething over this intrusion.
“I was wondering dad, after breakfast could we go to the mall? I want to get a mask, he’s my new favourite wrestler.”
This falling piano of truth hits David square in the cranium. Should every father of wrestling fame not indeed be their son’s favourite? Biting his lip a little at this life-shattering revelation the artist formerly known as the Black Rose almost forgets to answer his son’s request. Finally acknowledging him with a nod, a slightly reluctant response after being silently prompted to do so by his wife.
“Okay son. We’ll go after I’ve done my work-out.”
“Yayy! I’m going to be a look-a-door.”
“A Luchador kid, or as we say in a California; a complete douchebag”
Snapping at her husband; Samm Sanchez turns around with a scowl to her spouse and hisses instruction through her teeth as the scene fades to black. Kayden shuffles from the table as per his mother’s request and David simply returns her gaze, conceding defeat through gritted teeth and potential sarcasm.
"David, for the last time watch your fu… mouth around the little man. Kayden go and get ready, we’ll all go to the mall together.”
“Yes dear.”
The Codeine Scene
Still reeling from his son’s announcement little more than an hour ago we open up to David Sanchez delivering a multitude of roundhouse kicks to a heavy-bag. Each strike rocks the bag a little harder than the one previous suggesting not only that he was still angry at his son, and the aforementioned wrestler he now seemed infatuated with, but perhaps that he had not even reached the height of his rage yet. The garage where he performs his training is a little crowded, various pieces of exercise equipment are stuffed into the medium-sized room suggesting that at one time or another they may have been housed in a larger space, perhaps before the birth of Kayden. A packet of codeine tablets sits on a near-by table, flanked on either side by a glass of water and what appears by the Maximuscle emblem to be a protein shake respectively.
“Who the fuck does he think he is? Little bastard can’t cut it wrestling like an American so he moves to Mexico, puts on a mask and sells his soul for what? So he can be a fucking glorified children’s entertainer.”
Planting his outstretched right leg the self-proclaimed last king of wrestling begins to strike at the weighted bag with forearms and elbow strikes as he responds to himself.
“I beat that fucking monster of a man; Abaddon on Sunday just like I said I was going to, I even stomped out Petrov too just for good measure and do I get so much as a thank you for ending the instigator of his nightmares? Do I fuck. I get a row from my wife for doubting the angelic Teo Del Sol in front of our naïve fucking kid.”
Pausing for a moment to catch his breath and ensure nobody is listening to this monologue of sorts David quickly pops two tablets out from the strip of codeine, or dihydrocodeine as the packet reads in its entirety. He places the pills atop his tongue and washes them down first with a slight sip of water, followed by a generous helping of the protein shake. Giving himself a few short armed slaps to the temple as if to shake loose some dormant part of his brain David springs back into life, punching the bag now as he struggles to regulate his breathing and rant to himself simultaneously.
“We’ll see how much the kids think of him after I’ve been to Seth and requested a match with the little Spanish fly, that’ll show Kayden who his real hero is. Hard to amuse the children when you’ve had your head kicked into a bloody pulp.”
“What is it that all those sheep find so great anyway? All the Charitable acts? Being the underdog? That’s not the way I’m going to raise my son. Thinking that the squeaky wheel gets the grease his whole life until he winds up working at Taco fuckin’ Bell and wondering where it all went wrong.”
Pausing again, this time to wipe the perspiration from his brow David stands perfectly still for a moment muttering something that nobody could understand, except perhaps himself. He moves back towards the end table, throwing his sweat-covered towel at a distant washing basket sinking a perfect three-point shot even though he is being plagued by rage. He takes another three tablets from within their foil packaging, popping them straight into his mouth this time and swallowing them dry. Choking a little as they descend down his body David mutters a few final sentiments before leaving his makeshift garage-come-gymnasium and straying back into the home’s main building.
“Guess I better go buy a fucking mask for him then, little shit.”
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[OOC: Have another part to put up, will have it in by deadline, just want to see what part of the story Teo tells and give my brain a little rest not had a lot of time to write or brainstorm this week, apologies if this causes any inconvenience]
