HD: Rodez/Drek/GPX segmento

[King Cucaracha 0]

[i]#Sugar *dodododododo*
Aw, honey honey *dodododododo*
You are my candy girl.
And you've got me wanting y -- #[/i]

Out in the parking lot, a green convertable pulls up (late) into the arena which draws the attention of pretty much everyone loitering around. Not least because of the blaring music. As the car parks up and the music is finally faded out, the driver of the car places a hand on the side of the car, using that to lever himself up and out of the car in one swift, cool motion. As you'd expect from Leon Rodez.

RODEZ
Love that sugar song.

Rodez strolls casually through the door, giving a thumbs up to a couple of nameless OAOAST 'roadies' as he passes...before stopping abruptly. As standing in front of him are Scotty Static and Johnny Jax, The Global Party Exchange.

RODEZ
Oh, great. Look, I told you last time, I didn't use your bong and I didn't take your glowsticks.

DREK
Always the comedian.

Glancing around in confusion, Rodez looks for the direction of the voice. Eventually, the GPX step aside, allowing Drek Stone to emerge from behind them, sneering at Rodez.

RODEZ
If you're looking for a fight, th...

DREK
No, no, believe it or not I'm not looking for another fight. I've already proved everything I need to prove against you.

RODEZ
Yeah, like Monday night, when you proved you can fly...when thrown over the ropes.

DREK
...cute. No, I'm here to make a proposal to you. A little while back, these guys made you an offer. A very gracious offer. But you turned it down. Now, for some reason, these guys seem to like you - Lord knows why - so they can't seem to cut the crap and tell you things straight like you obviously need to hear. But, luckily, I just plain hate you. Which allows me to tell you what you need to hear, with no jokes, no bias, no bullshit. I don't like you. I don't WANT anything to do with you. But as much as I hate to admit it, you're a young athlete who's wasting his potential.

Rolling his eyes, Rodez folds his arms.

DREK
Having been in the ring with you, I know that given the right opportunity you could be a somebody. You've given me a run for my money everytime we've been up against each other. If you'd just cut the comedy act and get serious, I wouldn't mind you so much. The longer you sit back being 'Mr Happy', being 'cool' with whatever's thrown your way...the more potential you're wasting. See, Scotty and Johnny were smart enough to realise they needed to stand up against the old guard that are hogging the limelight, before their careers faded into obscurity. It's not like we're on our own here either. Crystal and Gunner realise what's going on here as well. But we can't do this the way we want to with just five people. Now, Hoff didn't want in. His loss. He'll regret it. Axel...well, we won't talk to you about that. Because what we want to talk to you about is joining the cause.

RODEZ
Wel...

DREK
Think about it before you answer. I mean, nevermind me...but you can't tell me that you don't long for a little company when you're hanging around backstage. And no, Blonde and Faqu don't count. If you were to get with the program, then I'm sure you and these guys could get up to some of your 'wanky antics' again. And you're, obviously, a red blooded male. I'm sure you and Crystal would get on like a house on fire.

RODEZ
Or a bed on fire.

DREK
...

RODEZ
...

DREK
...yeah, anyway, I'm willing to put all our personal differences aside for the good of getting rid of the stale, old, washed up veterans that run this company. Who knows, if you join up with us now, you might get yourself in on the World Title scene when we've run Zack and company out of here.

With a wry smile, Rodez finally holds a hand up to stop Drek.

RODEZ
Very good, very stirring stuff Drek. I gotta admit, you certainly know how to sell this concept of yours. Of course, I have to ask you...seeing as I said no to Scotty and Johnny here a good month ago, what makes you think that I'd accept...just because Drek Stone spoke to me.

DREK
Wel...

RODEZ
Well, let me cut you off there Drek. See, I know exactly why. Axel told you guys to go to hell. Hoff not only said no to your little offer, but then kicked your ass SEVERELY at the Great Angle Bash. And, surprise surprise, NOW you're coming to me. Is that just a coincidence? Is it just coincidence that you come to me...what, three days after I tossed your ass out of Battlebowl?

DREK
From behind.

RODEZ
A lot of my best work has been from behind. But, that's an entirely different story.

Drek pulls a face of disgust, replicated by The GPX.

RODEZ
Look, it's like I told these guys. I want nothing...N O T H I N G...nothing, to do with this little 'uprising' you've got going on. It's not about young and old, it's about right and wrong.

DREK
Exactly! It's about what's right for the young talent, starving for oxygen on this show. It's about what's wrong for us too, having to put up with the same old crap, with the veterans clogging the time that should go towards wrestlers like myself, like Scotty Static, like Johnny Jax...like YOU! What have you done since winning the X-Division Title? What PPVs have you headlined? And how much worse did it get when you lost the only thing keeping you anywhere near the top of the card...a MIDCARD title, deemed worthless by a hippie from the 70s. Nothing, that's what.

RODEZ
So what, runner-up at Battlebowl was nothing?

DREK
And how many guys did myself, Scotty and Gunner eliminate in that match before you became runner-up? If you were working with me, we'd have had a two on one advantage on Hoff.

RODEZ
And that's just the point...I didn't NEED your help.

Rolling his eyes, Drek takes a deep sigh...but before he can say anything else, Rodez again stops him.

RODEZ
You know what, I'm sick of standing here debating this...because it's not going to happen. I'm having nothing to do with this crap. I've got business of my own to take care of. Buuuuut, it's ironic that you three should stop me tonight. Because, the past few days, I've been thinking over everything Christian Wright has done to me recently...

DREK
*yawns*

RODEZ
...and right in the middle of the list, I had a gap. So I popped in a tape from the night you guys last asked me to join up. Remember that? In the middle of my match with you, Scotty, Christian Wright and Bohemoth walked down to the ring and they paid you off. They offered you the money so that they could attack me. And you, who oh, so dearly want me as your friend...let them beat the crap out of me.

The GPX glance nervously at each other.

RODEZ
I never ended up getting that match, legitimate ending included, with either of you two. So, how about it? How about we do this for real. Without the run-ins, with a finish this time. And don't say you don't want to fight me, because it'll be as phoney-baloney as everything else you've been spouting off recently. Oh, and hey, why don't we add you in Drek. Just for fun. Seeing as you three are so 'tight' recently.

DREK
I'm busy toni...

RODEZ
Oh, no, not tonight. You're not the only one who's busy. See, I was thinking...uhm...next week? Here on HeldDOWN~! The Global Pizza Excha...WHOOPS! I'M SORRY! I meant to say, Global Party Exchange, plus Drek Stone. And you'd be taking on moi, Leon Rodez, and two partners of my choosing. Six-man tag style. If you're up for it that is.

The GPX huddle and begin to talk it over. Not noticing Drek staring stoney-faced at Rodez.

DREK
You're on.

JAX
Guh?

STATIC
Whuh?

RODEZ
I guess I'll see you guys next week then. Oh and by the way...considering you're apart of this little 'youth movement', maybe you should get 'with the youth' and dress with a little style. I mean, look at you, with that suit...you look like Randy Orton for crying out loud.

With a smirk, Rodez swaggers off...leaving The GPX and Drek to watch on with disgust.

STATIC
Drek man, why'd you accept? I thought you said he was the perfect guy...

DREK
Scotty, one lesson.

His head having snapped around to face Scotty Static, Drek's head slowly turns back away to where Rodez had just walked off to.

DREK
Nobody talks to Drek Stone like that. No-one.

Drek continues to stonily stare off into the distance. Awkwardly, both Static and Jax glance at Drek, who doesn't so much as move at all, continuing to stare off into the distance. Jax moves his eyes in Drek's direction, causing Static to just shrug.

JAX
...besides...the only guys he knows are Faqu and Blonde.

STATIC
Yeah. I guess giving him one more ass-kicking while he comes to his senses won't hurt.

Suddenly, Drek laughs.

DREK
Oh, believe me...it will.

Edited July 7, 2005 by King Cucaracha