Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2006 20:55:46 GMT -5
[Bolts and Sal are sitting on the couch in Bolts's apartment, sipping on margaritas and watching Sal's "Saved by the Bell" DVD box set. The doorbell rings and Bolts walks over and checks the peephole.]
Bolts: "Hey, Sal, it's Bobby."
Sal: "Well, I'm still not over that loss from the other day, but I guess you can let him in."
[Bolts opens the door.]
Bobby: "Hey, Bobby, I didn't expect to see you here today."
Bobby: "Wow... you guys are sitting around in your pajamas at 3 o'clock in the afternoon watching Saved by the Bell?"
Sal: "And drinking margaritas!"
Bobby: "That's great. Anyway, the reason why I'm here is to talk about this whole training thing. I think that it's time for me to go my own way."
Bolts: "So that's it? You're just going to throw away everything that we've worked on?"
Bobby: "Bolts, what exactly have we worked on? You've dumped water on my head. You've had me run over banana peels. You've thrown tinfoil balls at me. You've had me compete against Sal in a game of Rock 'Em Sock Em' Robots! What the hell does any of that have to do with wrestling?"
Bolts: "Bobby, each of these tasks have been designed, by me, to build up various skills which are all essential to becoming a great professional wrestler."
Bobby: "Look, Bolts, I appreciate the time that you've put into this. I appreciate the support that you've given me, but I really think I have to do this my own way."
Bolts: "I'm sorry that you feel that way, but I will respect your decision. If you change your mind, my door is always open."
Bobby: "I appreciate that. Thank you."
Sal: "Ha-ha! Screech is funny!"
[Bobby and Bolts shake hands and then Bobby walks away. Bolts sits down on the couch, looking depressed, while Sal is gleefully entranced by the television. Meanwhile, Bobby takes the elevator down to the lobby and goes outside to his bicycle. He gets on and rides over to Zeke's Bar. Bobby sits down at the counter and Thom, the bartender, walks over to him.]
Thom: "Hey, Bobby. How's it going?"
Bobby: "Not great, Thom. I just broke things off with my trainer."
Thom: "Oh, that sucks, man. You here to drown your sorrows?"
Bobby: "No, I just like to drink. Give me a Sam Adams and 3 shots of Jack."
Thom: "Coming right up."
Thom: "Your wrestling against Creeping Death this week, Bobby?"
Bobby: "Yep."
Thom: "That dude is tough. You've gotta be careful, man."
Bobby: "I'm not worried. I've had some very good training for this match."
[Bobby quickly downs the drinks, leaves some cash on the counter and walks away.]
Bolts: "Hey, Sal, it's Bobby."
Sal: "Well, I'm still not over that loss from the other day, but I guess you can let him in."
[Bolts opens the door.]
Bobby: "Hey, Bobby, I didn't expect to see you here today."
Bobby: "Wow... you guys are sitting around in your pajamas at 3 o'clock in the afternoon watching Saved by the Bell?"
Sal: "And drinking margaritas!"
Bobby: "That's great. Anyway, the reason why I'm here is to talk about this whole training thing. I think that it's time for me to go my own way."
Bolts: "So that's it? You're just going to throw away everything that we've worked on?"
Bobby: "Bolts, what exactly have we worked on? You've dumped water on my head. You've had me run over banana peels. You've thrown tinfoil balls at me. You've had me compete against Sal in a game of Rock 'Em Sock Em' Robots! What the hell does any of that have to do with wrestling?"
Bolts: "Bobby, each of these tasks have been designed, by me, to build up various skills which are all essential to becoming a great professional wrestler."
Bobby: "Look, Bolts, I appreciate the time that you've put into this. I appreciate the support that you've given me, but I really think I have to do this my own way."
Bolts: "I'm sorry that you feel that way, but I will respect your decision. If you change your mind, my door is always open."
Bobby: "I appreciate that. Thank you."
Sal: "Ha-ha! Screech is funny!"
[Bobby and Bolts shake hands and then Bobby walks away. Bolts sits down on the couch, looking depressed, while Sal is gleefully entranced by the television. Meanwhile, Bobby takes the elevator down to the lobby and goes outside to his bicycle. He gets on and rides over to Zeke's Bar. Bobby sits down at the counter and Thom, the bartender, walks over to him.]
Thom: "Hey, Bobby. How's it going?"
Bobby: "Not great, Thom. I just broke things off with my trainer."
Thom: "Oh, that sucks, man. You here to drown your sorrows?"
Bobby: "No, I just like to drink. Give me a Sam Adams and 3 shots of Jack."
Thom: "Coming right up."
Thom: "Your wrestling against Creeping Death this week, Bobby?"
Bobby: "Yep."
Thom: "That dude is tough. You've gotta be careful, man."
Bobby: "I'm not worried. I've had some very good training for this match."
[Bobby quickly downs the drinks, leaves some cash on the counter and walks away.]
