Post by TGO on Mar 1, 2014 16:17:00 GMT -5
~It’s two days before Monday Night Massacre and there has been no sign of Victor “The Wolf” Slade, I still can’t get over that a man of his age refers to himself as a Wolf. My thoughts on that issue have been well documented…fucking child predator. Soon though he will be tossed out of the OCW not only because of his poor performance the past few weeks but also because Trevor “The Great One” Kent will make sure that he won’t be able to walk after their meeting on Monday. I digress, Victor Slade is unimportant now and I’ll be happy if his name is never mentioned again after Monday night, the real news here is that Trevor has confronted his estranged ex-wife who was supposedly dead for ten years, now unless she’s a zombie I would love to figure out how she escaped death and why exactly she’s back in Trevor’s life. So without further ado, let’s figure out why the fuck that conniving bitch is back.~
*The scene opens inside that same bar that we saw Cynthia and TGO enter the last time that we saw them. They’ve made their way to the bar that’s on left side, center, of the room as you walk in. Waitresses dressed in black button up shirts and black pants that are extenuated by white ties, walk the room with trays in their hand, giving drinks or appetizers to their customers who are all dressed in typical hipster attire, complete with beanies. We turn our attention to the disaffected couple whose body language show that this isn’t the most comfortable of conversations that they are having or are about to have. No drinks have been served to TGO and Cynthia as the male bartender, dressed in the same attire as the waitresses, is preoccupied by a brunette who is a typical Texas bombshell, complete with a short skirt, polo shirt, pearls and high heels. Trevor doesn’t look too pleased as we listen in.*
TGO: What the fuck does the waiter think he’s doing? She’s only looking for free drinks, he’s not going to get anything from you, including a tip.
Cynthia: Why do you always have to be so negative?
TGO: I’m more of a realist, Cynthia. As many years as we were together I would have assumed that you would remember that I don’t take poor service lightly.
Cynthia: I’ve tried to block out all of those years with you.
TGO: Your snide remarks are amateur at best, and if you tried to block out all of the years that you were with me, you wouldn’t be tracking me down for the reasons that you said you were. Which leads me to believe that you’re not here because you missed me.
*Cynthia sighs heavily as the bartender finally makes his way over to her and Trevor, winking at the brunette as he leaves her. The bartender speaks, eyeing the Texas bombshell as he talks to the ex-couple.*
Bartender: What do you two want?
*TGO, obviously appalled by the complete lack of respect that the bartender is giving him snaps his fingers in front of the bartender’s face, gaining his attention fully.*
Bartender: That wasn’t necessary.
TGO: I tremendously disagree with you. What’s not necessary is you trying to get a piece of ass while you should be working. Let me guess, you’re one of those people who thinks that he is entitled to his job and entitled to getting a handout from us when we leave.
Bartender: I think you have…
*TGO quickly cuts off the retort from the bartender.*
TGO: That’s your problem, you think too much. What you should do is not think. You have a job that a monkey can do and in a rather nice part of town. So here’s what I want you to do. I want you to get me a seven and seven and my wife here a cosmopolitan. After you do that I want you to go get your manager for me, pray that I don’t pay your manager enough to fire your incompetent ass, and then go to the back freezer and hang yourself because you are not a useful part of society.
Bartender: Talking to me that way is not the way that you get good service.
*At this point TGO is reaching his breaking point. He slowly gets up from his seat and leans halfway across the bar, meeting the bartender nose to nose as the bartender uproots his nonchalant stance. Trevor lowers his voice to almost a whisper as to not cause a scene.*
TGO: Listen, and listen VERY well, plebe. I know your kind. You’re the type of person who dropped out of college because you couldn’t keep up with your social life on top of classes, so what you did was take the easy way out and got your TABC license so you can socialize with the type of people that you thought that you would be one day, basically living vicariously through people who make enough money in one day to pay your annual salary. So do us all a favor and don’t think anymore. I need you to turn around and make the drinks that I need and then continue on with getting your manager, because at this point you’re going to need to do everything you can to kiss my ass unless you want a boot up yours, making you just another number on the list of people whose ass I’ve handed to them.
*The bartender, now taken aback by the way that TGO is talking to him, starts grabbing the glasses and bottles necessary to make the drinks that TGO requested. Cynthia has leaned a bit closer to Trevor now taking a seat back on the barstool. TGO notices the proximity of Cynthia now as he looks at her, an eyebrow cocked.*
TGO: Why the hell are you so close to me?
Cynthia: Do you know what you called me?
TGO: I can’t remember the exact word but I’m sure that I said bitch.
Cynthia: You said wife.
TGO: I did no such thing! Why would I call a woman that I divorced and was happy without for the past ten years, my wife? It makes no sense. It’s just like listening to the words that come out of either Scott Syren or Dean’s mouths. Complete gibberish.
*Cynthia leans in closer, placing her arm on the chair slyly sliding it fully around, getting closer to her ex-husband as the bartender sets down the drinks that he was asked to make. Cynthia picks up the cosmopolitan and takes a sip, leaving a faint stain of red lipstick on her glass. Trevor picks up his drink and takes a nice sized gulp as he waves the bartender on so he can continue the tasks that TGO asked him to eying him over the lip of his glass.*
Cynthia: Face it, you missed me.
TGO: About as much as I miss the crabs that you gave me. Now let’s get down to business, I don’t have all day to spend with you. Why are you here? I don’t believe your pathetic excuse that you gave me earlier. It makes no sense, if you missed me enough you would have come back before ten years.
Cynthia: Does everything have to be so serious with you? Can we not just enjoy each other’s company over some drinks?
TGO: If I enjoyed your company, Cynthia, I wouldn’t have divorced you prior to your “death.”
Cynthia: You know, I never wanted that divorce.
*TGO picks up his drink again, keeping a close eye on Cynthia, as he turns to the face her in his chair, making his ex-wife withdraw her arm from around the chair and back into her own lap as she cusps her own drink, taking a sip before she sets it back down. TGO finishes the amount of liquid that he took into his mouth and sets the glass down a little more forcefully than he should of, startling some of the patrons.*
TGO: Listen, I’m growing tired of your childish games. I need an answer from you.
*Cynthia sighs briefly as she starts to talk, now a little agitated.*
Cynthia: You want to know the real reason that I’m here, Trevor?
TGO: Yes, that’s only the question that I’ve been asking you for the past two hours.
Cynthia: No need to be a smartass.
TGO: Cut the shit and come clean.
Cynthia: I’m here to see Nathan.
TGO: More bullshit. He wouldn’t see you if his life depended on it. He came to turns with your death and finally realized how much of a terrible mother you were.
Cynthia: It’s the truth, Trevor. I called him six months ago wanting to hear his voice.
TGO: He would have told me.
Cynthia: Are you sure? You give him gifts and expect him to be ok with you being gone eighty percent of the time. Do you not think that he wants some actual attention?
TGO: Don’t you DARE question my parenting skills Cynthia. YOU were the one that had Nathan living in a crack house when he was three. You have no right whatsoever to question how I handle our sixteen year old son, he has everything that he will ever need.
Cynthia: For now.
*Taken aback by brashness that has exuded from his ex-wife, TGO becomes enraged and a look of disgust has overtaken his face. At the same time the bar manager has made her way across the bar and to where Trevor and Cynthia are sitting. Trevor doesn’t release eye contact from Cynthia’s as the bar manager attempts to make contact with the couple.*
Bar Manager: I was told…
TGO: Not now.
Bar Manager: Jeff has informed m…
*TGO quickly turns to face the manager as the look of disgust has turned into a mixture of annoyance and disdain.*
TGO: I said, NOT NOW! Can you not see that I’m having to have a conversation? Is every single worker here rude and unprofessional? You’re lucky that I don’t contact the owner of this establishment, buy it from whoever the fuck owns this hellhole and then fire each one of you pitiful excuses for employees. Now leave.
*The bar manager, not wanting to cause any problems, does as she’s asked and leaves the two alone while looks from the other patrons become more apparent, trying to figure out what is going on. TGO focuses his attention back to Cynthia and comes at her with just as much rage as he has just shown the manager of the bar.*
TGO: What is that supposed to mean?
Cynthia: Just what it sounds like, Trevor. I’m not one for subtleties.
TGO: Well you fooled me with that.
Cynthia: Well let me spell it out for you a little bit. After making contact with Nathan I was contact by people who have been looking for me for a very long time. Funny thing is that they’re not too interested with me, but they’re enthralled by your business dealings.
TGO: Don’t test my patience.
Cynthia: I’m back to take you down, Trevor….
TGO: You and what army?
Cynthia: The FBI….
*A look of complete amazement comes over the face of TGO. As he quickly gets up from the barstool and opens his wallet, throwing a fifty dollar bill on the bar top. He puts his wallet back into his back right pants pocket and looks Cynthia dead in the eye.*
TGO: I’d like to see you try.
*TGO gets the last word in as he turns away from his ex-wife and takes his iPhone out of his pocket, and quickly dialing a number, placing the phone up to his ear as he exits the establishment.*
TGO: Carla, get me Diego on the phone. There’s an issue that needs to be taken care of.
*The scene fades as TGO waits to get transferred over to the ominous Diego and the voiceover makes his last appearance for the week.*
~That fucking bitch! I knew she was up to no good! Trevor is NOT going down without a fight! I feel sorry for Victor Slade, after the things that have happened to Trevor recently he’ll be the first one that Trevor will be able to get his hands on, this doesn’t bode well for him. I guarantee that not only will Victor Slade feel the wrath of Trevor, but so will Dean and Syren, you can bet your bottom dollar on that.~
*The scene opens inside that same bar that we saw Cynthia and TGO enter the last time that we saw them. They’ve made their way to the bar that’s on left side, center, of the room as you walk in. Waitresses dressed in black button up shirts and black pants that are extenuated by white ties, walk the room with trays in their hand, giving drinks or appetizers to their customers who are all dressed in typical hipster attire, complete with beanies. We turn our attention to the disaffected couple whose body language show that this isn’t the most comfortable of conversations that they are having or are about to have. No drinks have been served to TGO and Cynthia as the male bartender, dressed in the same attire as the waitresses, is preoccupied by a brunette who is a typical Texas bombshell, complete with a short skirt, polo shirt, pearls and high heels. Trevor doesn’t look too pleased as we listen in.*
TGO: What the fuck does the waiter think he’s doing? She’s only looking for free drinks, he’s not going to get anything from you, including a tip.
Cynthia: Why do you always have to be so negative?
TGO: I’m more of a realist, Cynthia. As many years as we were together I would have assumed that you would remember that I don’t take poor service lightly.
Cynthia: I’ve tried to block out all of those years with you.
TGO: Your snide remarks are amateur at best, and if you tried to block out all of the years that you were with me, you wouldn’t be tracking me down for the reasons that you said you were. Which leads me to believe that you’re not here because you missed me.
*Cynthia sighs heavily as the bartender finally makes his way over to her and Trevor, winking at the brunette as he leaves her. The bartender speaks, eyeing the Texas bombshell as he talks to the ex-couple.*
Bartender: What do you two want?
*TGO, obviously appalled by the complete lack of respect that the bartender is giving him snaps his fingers in front of the bartender’s face, gaining his attention fully.*
Bartender: That wasn’t necessary.
TGO: I tremendously disagree with you. What’s not necessary is you trying to get a piece of ass while you should be working. Let me guess, you’re one of those people who thinks that he is entitled to his job and entitled to getting a handout from us when we leave.
Bartender: I think you have…
*TGO quickly cuts off the retort from the bartender.*
TGO: That’s your problem, you think too much. What you should do is not think. You have a job that a monkey can do and in a rather nice part of town. So here’s what I want you to do. I want you to get me a seven and seven and my wife here a cosmopolitan. After you do that I want you to go get your manager for me, pray that I don’t pay your manager enough to fire your incompetent ass, and then go to the back freezer and hang yourself because you are not a useful part of society.
Bartender: Talking to me that way is not the way that you get good service.
*At this point TGO is reaching his breaking point. He slowly gets up from his seat and leans halfway across the bar, meeting the bartender nose to nose as the bartender uproots his nonchalant stance. Trevor lowers his voice to almost a whisper as to not cause a scene.*
TGO: Listen, and listen VERY well, plebe. I know your kind. You’re the type of person who dropped out of college because you couldn’t keep up with your social life on top of classes, so what you did was take the easy way out and got your TABC license so you can socialize with the type of people that you thought that you would be one day, basically living vicariously through people who make enough money in one day to pay your annual salary. So do us all a favor and don’t think anymore. I need you to turn around and make the drinks that I need and then continue on with getting your manager, because at this point you’re going to need to do everything you can to kiss my ass unless you want a boot up yours, making you just another number on the list of people whose ass I’ve handed to them.
*The bartender, now taken aback by the way that TGO is talking to him, starts grabbing the glasses and bottles necessary to make the drinks that TGO requested. Cynthia has leaned a bit closer to Trevor now taking a seat back on the barstool. TGO notices the proximity of Cynthia now as he looks at her, an eyebrow cocked.*
TGO: Why the hell are you so close to me?
Cynthia: Do you know what you called me?
TGO: I can’t remember the exact word but I’m sure that I said bitch.
Cynthia: You said wife.
TGO: I did no such thing! Why would I call a woman that I divorced and was happy without for the past ten years, my wife? It makes no sense. It’s just like listening to the words that come out of either Scott Syren or Dean’s mouths. Complete gibberish.
*Cynthia leans in closer, placing her arm on the chair slyly sliding it fully around, getting closer to her ex-husband as the bartender sets down the drinks that he was asked to make. Cynthia picks up the cosmopolitan and takes a sip, leaving a faint stain of red lipstick on her glass. Trevor picks up his drink and takes a nice sized gulp as he waves the bartender on so he can continue the tasks that TGO asked him to eying him over the lip of his glass.*
Cynthia: Face it, you missed me.
TGO: About as much as I miss the crabs that you gave me. Now let’s get down to business, I don’t have all day to spend with you. Why are you here? I don’t believe your pathetic excuse that you gave me earlier. It makes no sense, if you missed me enough you would have come back before ten years.
Cynthia: Does everything have to be so serious with you? Can we not just enjoy each other’s company over some drinks?
TGO: If I enjoyed your company, Cynthia, I wouldn’t have divorced you prior to your “death.”
Cynthia: You know, I never wanted that divorce.
*TGO picks up his drink again, keeping a close eye on Cynthia, as he turns to the face her in his chair, making his ex-wife withdraw her arm from around the chair and back into her own lap as she cusps her own drink, taking a sip before she sets it back down. TGO finishes the amount of liquid that he took into his mouth and sets the glass down a little more forcefully than he should of, startling some of the patrons.*
TGO: Listen, I’m growing tired of your childish games. I need an answer from you.
*Cynthia sighs briefly as she starts to talk, now a little agitated.*
Cynthia: You want to know the real reason that I’m here, Trevor?
TGO: Yes, that’s only the question that I’ve been asking you for the past two hours.
Cynthia: No need to be a smartass.
TGO: Cut the shit and come clean.
Cynthia: I’m here to see Nathan.
TGO: More bullshit. He wouldn’t see you if his life depended on it. He came to turns with your death and finally realized how much of a terrible mother you were.
Cynthia: It’s the truth, Trevor. I called him six months ago wanting to hear his voice.
TGO: He would have told me.
Cynthia: Are you sure? You give him gifts and expect him to be ok with you being gone eighty percent of the time. Do you not think that he wants some actual attention?
TGO: Don’t you DARE question my parenting skills Cynthia. YOU were the one that had Nathan living in a crack house when he was three. You have no right whatsoever to question how I handle our sixteen year old son, he has everything that he will ever need.
Cynthia: For now.
*Taken aback by brashness that has exuded from his ex-wife, TGO becomes enraged and a look of disgust has overtaken his face. At the same time the bar manager has made her way across the bar and to where Trevor and Cynthia are sitting. Trevor doesn’t release eye contact from Cynthia’s as the bar manager attempts to make contact with the couple.*
Bar Manager: I was told…
TGO: Not now.
Bar Manager: Jeff has informed m…
*TGO quickly turns to face the manager as the look of disgust has turned into a mixture of annoyance and disdain.*
TGO: I said, NOT NOW! Can you not see that I’m having to have a conversation? Is every single worker here rude and unprofessional? You’re lucky that I don’t contact the owner of this establishment, buy it from whoever the fuck owns this hellhole and then fire each one of you pitiful excuses for employees. Now leave.
*The bar manager, not wanting to cause any problems, does as she’s asked and leaves the two alone while looks from the other patrons become more apparent, trying to figure out what is going on. TGO focuses his attention back to Cynthia and comes at her with just as much rage as he has just shown the manager of the bar.*
TGO: What is that supposed to mean?
Cynthia: Just what it sounds like, Trevor. I’m not one for subtleties.
TGO: Well you fooled me with that.
Cynthia: Well let me spell it out for you a little bit. After making contact with Nathan I was contact by people who have been looking for me for a very long time. Funny thing is that they’re not too interested with me, but they’re enthralled by your business dealings.
TGO: Don’t test my patience.
Cynthia: I’m back to take you down, Trevor….
TGO: You and what army?
Cynthia: The FBI….
*A look of complete amazement comes over the face of TGO. As he quickly gets up from the barstool and opens his wallet, throwing a fifty dollar bill on the bar top. He puts his wallet back into his back right pants pocket and looks Cynthia dead in the eye.*
TGO: I’d like to see you try.
*TGO gets the last word in as he turns away from his ex-wife and takes his iPhone out of his pocket, and quickly dialing a number, placing the phone up to his ear as he exits the establishment.*
TGO: Carla, get me Diego on the phone. There’s an issue that needs to be taken care of.
*The scene fades as TGO waits to get transferred over to the ominous Diego and the voiceover makes his last appearance for the week.*
~That fucking bitch! I knew she was up to no good! Trevor is NOT going down without a fight! I feel sorry for Victor Slade, after the things that have happened to Trevor recently he’ll be the first one that Trevor will be able to get his hands on, this doesn’t bode well for him. I guarantee that not only will Victor Slade feel the wrath of Trevor, but so will Dean and Syren, you can bet your bottom dollar on that.~
