Post by Crow McMorris on May 8, 2016 0:23:51 GMT -5
RP 1
The Poondock Kings
Vs.
Occulo, Benjamin Atreyu, and Dustin Beaver.
**We hear the tender cries of a baby; it's delicate voice echoing from a large, monolithic building, a tall glass and steel structure that bares the dual markings of the hammer and sickle, and a red cross. This is River City memorial hospital, the main artery for all medical care on the island of Poon Guinea. Inside rests Sofia, Kaz's wife, she's wearing a sky blue dressing gown; smiling and relaxing in a wheelchair after her six hour ordeal. Standing next to her is a beaming Kaz Mazerolle, the Godson of Professional Wrestling is cradling his newborn child in his human, cybernetic arms; lifted from the safety of it's cot, to be held by it's father for the very first time. **
**This whole fresco of love and joy unfolds before us from behind the safety of a sheet of clear plexiglass, as three men; ZMAC, Crow and Buddy Roman, are sitting and observing the moment on plastic chairs provided by the maternity ward. The men are contemplating life, while smoking large, Cuban cigars. **
Crow: Life, its a beautiful thing.
Buddy Roman: Family too, it's precious...
Crow: And expensive. Seth's check didn't clear, did it?
Buddy Roman: Grandson! How can you even contemplate money at a time like this? This is the birth of Kaz's child! We don't leave one of our own in such a delicate position! Kaz needs us, don't you realise? His ordeal is only just beginning! Think of all those horrific months of nappy changing ahead he will have to endure! The constant barrage of crying that will harness his sorrowful ears at three in the morning! These are the times that men are forged from, Crow! Why, I myself remember quite clearly raising you from just a little hatchling.
**Crow turns to ZMAC and glares a “What?” expression.**
ZMAC: Forget it, he's rolling.
Buddy Roman: Those where trying times, Crow. You where a difficult child. Always angry at the world. But look at you now, the boy that became a king.
Crow: So, the check?
Buddy Roman: My boy, kings do not bow to paupers. We shall remain where we are needed, as a reminder that true talent does not scrape the scraps up from the floor. They dine at the best restaurants. They drive the finest cars. And entertain at the most opulent of citadels. We are the international playboys of Poon, my children! Occulo, Atreyu and...Beaver, I'm sure, will be happy to have avoided our own patented brand of nightmare this week, but it will be a brief respite for them. In the end, they'll come undone, because they can never understand a moment like this. A moment that belongs to family.
ZMAC: So, just to be clear. The check didn't clear.
**A beat, before Buddy shakes his head, “no”. **
ZMAC: Well, that settles that then.
**ZMAC removes his thumb from the smart phone. The call will not be made as Al Envy will have to remain on standby for another day.**
FIN.
The Poondock Kings
Vs.
Occulo, Benjamin Atreyu, and Dustin Beaver.
**We hear the tender cries of a baby; it's delicate voice echoing from a large, monolithic building, a tall glass and steel structure that bares the dual markings of the hammer and sickle, and a red cross. This is River City memorial hospital, the main artery for all medical care on the island of Poon Guinea. Inside rests Sofia, Kaz's wife, she's wearing a sky blue dressing gown; smiling and relaxing in a wheelchair after her six hour ordeal. Standing next to her is a beaming Kaz Mazerolle, the Godson of Professional Wrestling is cradling his newborn child in his human, cybernetic arms; lifted from the safety of it's cot, to be held by it's father for the very first time. **
**This whole fresco of love and joy unfolds before us from behind the safety of a sheet of clear plexiglass, as three men; ZMAC, Crow and Buddy Roman, are sitting and observing the moment on plastic chairs provided by the maternity ward. The men are contemplating life, while smoking large, Cuban cigars. **
Crow: Life, its a beautiful thing.
Buddy Roman: Family too, it's precious...
Crow: And expensive. Seth's check didn't clear, did it?
Buddy Roman: Grandson! How can you even contemplate money at a time like this? This is the birth of Kaz's child! We don't leave one of our own in such a delicate position! Kaz needs us, don't you realise? His ordeal is only just beginning! Think of all those horrific months of nappy changing ahead he will have to endure! The constant barrage of crying that will harness his sorrowful ears at three in the morning! These are the times that men are forged from, Crow! Why, I myself remember quite clearly raising you from just a little hatchling.
**Crow turns to ZMAC and glares a “What?” expression.**
ZMAC: Forget it, he's rolling.
Buddy Roman: Those where trying times, Crow. You where a difficult child. Always angry at the world. But look at you now, the boy that became a king.
Crow: So, the check?
Buddy Roman: My boy, kings do not bow to paupers. We shall remain where we are needed, as a reminder that true talent does not scrape the scraps up from the floor. They dine at the best restaurants. They drive the finest cars. And entertain at the most opulent of citadels. We are the international playboys of Poon, my children! Occulo, Atreyu and...Beaver, I'm sure, will be happy to have avoided our own patented brand of nightmare this week, but it will be a brief respite for them. In the end, they'll come undone, because they can never understand a moment like this. A moment that belongs to family.
ZMAC: So, just to be clear. The check didn't clear.
**A beat, before Buddy shakes his head, “no”. **
ZMAC: Well, that settles that then.
**ZMAC removes his thumb from the smart phone. The call will not be made as Al Envy will have to remain on standby for another day.**
FIN.
