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Our scene opens up in a hotel room. An expensive hotel room. The room is in shambles though. Just inside the door we see assorted luggage and other travel necessities. Across the room, we can see that the silk curtains that usually hang in front of the doors out to the balcony have been ripped down and only hang partially from the left side. Outside the window we can see the skyline of a sprawling city. The sun is rising. Dawn is breaking. It's the start of a new day. As the light filters in through the room, we get a better look at the room. The floor is covered in clothes. Two pairs of shoes and socks lay strewn about by the door. A pair of denim pants and a short leather skirt are the next items in line towards the bed. We see a light blue shirt on top of the TV that has the state of California roughly outlined on the front of it with dark blue rings around the bottom of the sleeves and the neck. We can hear water running in the bathroom as someone is obviously taking a shower. The camera pans through the room arriving at bedside where none other than Austin Sly currently resides. He stirs groggily a few times before trying to sit up in bed. His hair is it's usually messed up self, but this time it conceals a bandage that has been strapped down to his forehead. He's shirtless, but the blankets still cover his lower half.
"Ah shit... who turned on the lights?!" Austin cries out.
Austin quickly raises his arm to in front of his eyes to try and block out the light streaming into the room. He quickly falls back onto the bed before grabbing the pillow and using it to cover his head.
"Oh God where am I. I don't remember anything from past leaving the arena. Let’s see... I kicked Rickmen's ass in that hardcore match and left him bleeding in the ring. Then I had to go see the paramedics in the back to get my damn forehead sewn up after the bastard broke that beer bottle over my head. Um... I left the arena a little early to hit the bar I think. Damn my head hurts... yeah, I was at a bar. I don't remember what happened though. Stupid ass sun."
Austin gives the pillow a mighty toss at the sun as if he thoroughly expected to knock it back down across the horizon. The pillow, unfortunately, gets blocked by the door to the balcony preventing it from plunging the city (and more importantly his room) back into darkness. He rolls over onto his stomach in order to once again block out the light.
"Damn my head is pounding. Where's that phone... I need room service. I need something for this headache and a new curtain. What the hell happened to my curtain?"
The sound from the shower stops.
"Ahh... less noise. Wait... was that the shower or just in my head? Is somebody in here?" Austin raises his voice a little. "Hello? Hello!?"
The bathroom door creaks open. Austin rolls back onto his back so that he can see where the noise came from, but still uses his hand to block away the light. Out of the room steps a gorgeous women simply wearing a towel wrapped around her. She's about 5'7". Blonde hair. You name it, she's got it. She could've steamed up the window in the bathroom without ever taking a shower. She slowly walks her way toward the bed taking voluptuous step after voluptuous step. Austin just looks on at her in amazement.
"Hey baby," she smiles before taking a seat next to Austin on the bed. "Have a good night's rest?"
"Uh... yeah." Austin replies, lacking his usual confidence.
"What a night that was. You were great." She stops to smile, "Rough as hell too. I still have whelps on my ass from where you spanked me. Look, we even ripped that curtain down. We were all over this room."
The girl lies down next to Austin, forcing him to put his arm around her. She puts his hand down on his chest, pulling herself closer to him. Austin seems perplexed by this.
"Hey... who the hell are you?" Austin is perfectly blunt with his question, but it has no effect on the girl as she just draws in closer.
"Oh don't be silly. Anyways, what do you want to do today? I figured I'd order us some breakfast from the room service. Then we could" she's interrupted.
"Wait no I was serious. Who the hell are you? And a better question, why are you still here?"
She quickly bolts from the bed and turns to face Austin, who is still laying in his original position still cool and calm.
"Why I've never been" she gets interrupted again.
"If I remember correctly you were quite loose, so I wouldn't go so far as to say you've never."
"I've never been so insulted in my life! I took a chance on you coming in that bar last night with your head all stitched up! Telling me stories about how you're some big star! Well I tried looking past that to find some sort of a decent guy and what do I get in return? This? Well I hope I never see you again! I'm getting out of here!" She screams at Austin.
The woman quickly begins to grab her clothing off the floor, not allowing anytime for Austin to speak. It's not as if he wants to anyways, as he still lies on the bed motionless.
"Hey wait a minute!" Austin yells at her right before she walks out the door, still wrapped in a towel.
"What could you possibly want?"
"Could you do me a favor and call room service for me? I can't seem to reach the phone."
She doesn't even look back at him as she walks out the door and slams it closed behind her.
"Whore! The least you could've done was got my boxers off the fan for me..."
Austin resides back to laying face down on the bed trying to pretend the sun never came up.
Scene fades.
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