Post by Natural ICE Beckman on May 26, 2014 16:10:32 GMT -5
(Pounding on the door...pounding in ICE’s head...pound, pound, pound.)
John: Natural! Open up! They have already called the Federales!
(John uses a borrowed hotel room key from one of the maids to open the door’s lock, but finds something still blocking his ability to enter.)
John: Natural! Wake Up! Move this Mattress!
(John puts a shoulder into the door and finally is able to push the mattress free from its wedged place. John walks into the trashed hotel suite while shaking his head at the wreckage. The coffee table lies below a television with a broken screen. The couch has been tipped over and the cushions made into a very crude looking fort. The paintings which once hung on the wall; have been smashed over any lamp that could be found. All over the walls is splattered blood like one might find in the basement of Oblivion’s compound. John walks over a pile of dented empty cans, some scattered bible pages and what remains of the complimentary toiletries from the bathroom.)
John: Natural, where are you?
(John continues his search in the suite’s bedroom. Accidentally kicking a few empty glass tequila bottles as he enters the bedroom. And then he finds his young brother, the WCF United States Champion, Natural ICE Beckman.)
John: Oh brother, what have you done now?
(John looks down at his brother with mixture of concern and disappointment. Natural is shirtless with his jeans full of tears. He is wearing a boot on one foot and nothing on the other. His always scruffy look is even worse as his longer hair is matted down in some places and standing at attention in others. In one hand ICE is grasping his U.S. title, almost spooning with it like one would a fine woman. In his other hand is a zippo lighter with its cover torn off. Both hands have raw red knuckles and are covered with dried blood. ICE’s chest rises and falls with each snore.)
John: Your WCF United States Champion is all his glory ladies and gentlemen.
(John grabs a nearby tequila bottle and pours what little booze remains into a glass. He then bends down next to his younger brother and throws the sinister liquid in ICE’s face. Like being shocked with electricity ICE sits straight up!)
ICE: SETH!!!
(John has to back up from a blind haymaker punch thrown at the air by ICE Beckman.)
John: No, sorry, he is probably already back in the states, just like we should be.
(John grabs a towel off a nearby light fixture and bends down to wipe his younger brother’s face.)
ICE: Wait, we are in the Hotel Suite, the one you said we would get if I won. So I must have won, the losing was just a bad dream.
John: Not exactly Natural. Unfortunately the losing was all too real and I didn’t book this Suite, but you decided to break in illegally and well, do a little redecorating.
ICE: Oh yeah, I remember now, I was trying to find the perfect tequila bottle in which to shove up Seth’s asshole.
John: A noble conquest perhaps, but one meant for another day. Now we have to go right away, the cops are on their way.
ICE: Uh-oh, that’s not good.
John: I know, so let’s get you up.
(John grabs the lighter and tosses it aside. He then gets ICE’s arm around his neck to help him up to his feet. The two brothers begin to make their way towards the exit as ICE leans on John and holds onto his U.S title like a little kid would his very best teddy bear.)
ICE: Did you see, brother, I was soooo close.
John: Close only matters in horse shoes and hand grenades.
ICE: Haha, you’re funny, I love you.
John: Oh yeah? Sounds like someone is still really drunk.
ICE: Who? Is it Seth? I hate Seth!
John: I know you do.
ICE: But Buzz is nice, he said nice things on my tweeter thing, I like Buzz.
John: I know.
ICE: I want to talk to Chelsea.
John: I know, but we have to get you home first.
ICE: Ok.....I was soooo close.
John: I know, you already said that.
ICE: Oh no, someone really trashed this place.
John: It was you.
ICE: Oh no, I’m sorry.
John: I know, but we have to keep going.
ICE: Where are we going? Seth’s house, I will restart him, I hate Seth.
John: You already said that too.
ICE: I’m sorry, oh no! Who trashed this place?
John: Like I already said, it was you.
ICE: Oh no! I am going to be in trouble.
John: Don’t worry, lucky for you there are plenty of drunks to blame things on in the WCF.
(The maid then comes into the room just as John is about to exit. She is not at all happy with the trashed room and begins to point as her Latino anger begins to flare up.)
Maid: ¡Oh, dios mío! Who is this man?
John: You want his name?
Maid: Si, si!
John: His name is Jayson Price. And that is what you tell the Federales when they show up, now we have to go, please move out of the way.
Maid: No, no, la drunk must stay.
John: Sorry, we have a flight to catch, so like I said please move.
Maid: No! I Stay!
ICE: My Brother Said, FUCKING MOVE!!!
(ICE Beckman punches the older Mexican maid right in the face! Knocking her out cold!)
John: I honestly didn’t see that coming, but hey whatever works.
ICE: Oh no, I punched that old lady. I’m sorry.
John: I know you are, now let’s get out of here before you punch anymore.
(John helps his brother out of the hotel suite as the scene fades to black.)
John: Natural! Open up! They have already called the Federales!
(John uses a borrowed hotel room key from one of the maids to open the door’s lock, but finds something still blocking his ability to enter.)
John: Natural! Wake Up! Move this Mattress!
(John puts a shoulder into the door and finally is able to push the mattress free from its wedged place. John walks into the trashed hotel suite while shaking his head at the wreckage. The coffee table lies below a television with a broken screen. The couch has been tipped over and the cushions made into a very crude looking fort. The paintings which once hung on the wall; have been smashed over any lamp that could be found. All over the walls is splattered blood like one might find in the basement of Oblivion’s compound. John walks over a pile of dented empty cans, some scattered bible pages and what remains of the complimentary toiletries from the bathroom.)
John: Natural, where are you?
(John continues his search in the suite’s bedroom. Accidentally kicking a few empty glass tequila bottles as he enters the bedroom. And then he finds his young brother, the WCF United States Champion, Natural ICE Beckman.)
John: Oh brother, what have you done now?
(John looks down at his brother with mixture of concern and disappointment. Natural is shirtless with his jeans full of tears. He is wearing a boot on one foot and nothing on the other. His always scruffy look is even worse as his longer hair is matted down in some places and standing at attention in others. In one hand ICE is grasping his U.S. title, almost spooning with it like one would a fine woman. In his other hand is a zippo lighter with its cover torn off. Both hands have raw red knuckles and are covered with dried blood. ICE’s chest rises and falls with each snore.)
John: Your WCF United States Champion is all his glory ladies and gentlemen.
(John grabs a nearby tequila bottle and pours what little booze remains into a glass. He then bends down next to his younger brother and throws the sinister liquid in ICE’s face. Like being shocked with electricity ICE sits straight up!)
ICE: SETH!!!
(John has to back up from a blind haymaker punch thrown at the air by ICE Beckman.)
John: No, sorry, he is probably already back in the states, just like we should be.
(John grabs a towel off a nearby light fixture and bends down to wipe his younger brother’s face.)
ICE: Wait, we are in the Hotel Suite, the one you said we would get if I won. So I must have won, the losing was just a bad dream.
John: Not exactly Natural. Unfortunately the losing was all too real and I didn’t book this Suite, but you decided to break in illegally and well, do a little redecorating.
ICE: Oh yeah, I remember now, I was trying to find the perfect tequila bottle in which to shove up Seth’s asshole.
John: A noble conquest perhaps, but one meant for another day. Now we have to go right away, the cops are on their way.
ICE: Uh-oh, that’s not good.
John: I know, so let’s get you up.
(John grabs the lighter and tosses it aside. He then gets ICE’s arm around his neck to help him up to his feet. The two brothers begin to make their way towards the exit as ICE leans on John and holds onto his U.S title like a little kid would his very best teddy bear.)
ICE: Did you see, brother, I was soooo close.
John: Close only matters in horse shoes and hand grenades.
ICE: Haha, you’re funny, I love you.
John: Oh yeah? Sounds like someone is still really drunk.
ICE: Who? Is it Seth? I hate Seth!
John: I know you do.
ICE: But Buzz is nice, he said nice things on my tweeter thing, I like Buzz.
John: I know.
ICE: I want to talk to Chelsea.
John: I know, but we have to get you home first.
ICE: Ok.....I was soooo close.
John: I know, you already said that.
ICE: Oh no, someone really trashed this place.
John: It was you.
ICE: Oh no, I’m sorry.
John: I know, but we have to keep going.
ICE: Where are we going? Seth’s house, I will restart him, I hate Seth.
John: You already said that too.
ICE: I’m sorry, oh no! Who trashed this place?
John: Like I already said, it was you.
ICE: Oh no! I am going to be in trouble.
John: Don’t worry, lucky for you there are plenty of drunks to blame things on in the WCF.
(The maid then comes into the room just as John is about to exit. She is not at all happy with the trashed room and begins to point as her Latino anger begins to flare up.)
Maid: ¡Oh, dios mío! Who is this man?
John: You want his name?
Maid: Si, si!
John: His name is Jayson Price. And that is what you tell the Federales when they show up, now we have to go, please move out of the way.
Maid: No, no, la drunk must stay.
John: Sorry, we have a flight to catch, so like I said please move.
Maid: No! I Stay!
ICE: My Brother Said, FUCKING MOVE!!!
(ICE Beckman punches the older Mexican maid right in the face! Knocking her out cold!)
John: I honestly didn’t see that coming, but hey whatever works.
ICE: Oh no, I punched that old lady. I’m sorry.
John: I know you are, now let’s get out of here before you punch anymore.
(John helps his brother out of the hotel suite as the scene fades to black.)
