Post by dane on Sept 2, 2008 14:09:08 GMT -5
Terry Dane sits in front of a gravestone. There is a storm brewing behind him in the distance, but also with in his heart. Terry looks as though he wants to speak, but can’t find the words. Instead, he pulls upon the grass blades and tears them to shreds. The caretaker of the cemetery steps up to him.
Caretaker- If you’re gonna do that, at least grab my lawnmower and make it all even!
Terry- What? Oh, sorry, sir.
Caretaker- You have a lot on your mind, son?
Terry- A little bit, yes, sir.
Caretaker- I reckon you’d love to talk it through with the man in the grave.
Terry- Yes, I truly would.
Caretaker- Bet you already know what he’d say, though. Don’tcha, boy?
Terry- I think I do. He’s tell me to stop being a pussy and grow some balls.
Caretaker- Well, sound like good advice. Kids your age don’t have any balls. They go crying to their mamas or their girlfriends who have their nutsack in their purses.
Terry- I’m just not sure I’m good enough to stand the test. We were so close to winning, but we came up short. How often can I come up short and keep going?
Caretaker- Boy, you are a pussy! You know how many battles we lost in the Pacific? Huh? Many more than most historians even can keep up with! Yet, we kept fighting because that’s what real men do. Swallow the lose, find your nuts, and get back out there!
Terry- Sir, no disrespect, but you don’t know my situat-
Caretaker- It don’t matter shit what your situation is! Boy, have you ever not been a whiney little bitch? Stand up, train hard, learn from your mistakes, and get back in there!
Terry- But I-
Caretaker- My God, you are stupid, too! I bet this bastard’s glad he’s 6 feet under so he don’t have to hear your shit!
Terry- Wait a minute, sir, that was uncalled for!
Caretaker- What ya going to do about it? You’re too much of a sissy bitch to do anything!
Terry stands up and gets in the old man’s face.
Terry- Mister- the only reason I haven’t taken you to task is because you are a veteran and obviously too old for me to deck.
Caretaker- Sonny, I’ve crapped out tougher shit than you. You want to hit me, then do it.
Terry- No, I have more self control than that.
Caretaker- Self control? More like scared of the consequences-
Terry- Mister, please just go back to doing your work. I have no interest in-
Caretaker- in being a real man? Sure doesn’t sound that way.
Something snaps inside Terry Dane. A fury he has never felt inside before releases and flows through his veins. His eyes turn instense and at the same time the storm in the distance has come over the cemetery and lightning and thunder blasts around him. A look of sudden fear comes over the caretaker.
Caretaker- Hey, kid, I’m sorry. I got carried away.
Terry- What? Now you’ve lost your balls? Did they go hiding up your ass? You think you can talk all that BS and not face the consiquiences, now?
Caretaker- Kid, I-I didn’t mean anything by it, really.
Terry- Really? Sounded like you wanted to get your ass handed to you! You know, I’ve let son of a bitches like you run my view of myself and the way I live for too long. You old farts don’t know anything more than I do about life! You’re a pathetic caretaker! Why should I care about your opinion on my life?
Terry turns to look at the tombstone again. It has Tom Stone’s name on it. Terry lets all his anger out onto the stone.
Terry- And you, you son of a bitch, you acted like you new about life and about this business. What the hell did you ever do? You made me miserable and tried to make me think I could be something-something you never were! I looked at you like you were a God, but you were the devil in disguise, weren’t you? I’ve ruined my and my family’s lives on your damned foolish words!
Terry is breathing hard and is shaking. He drops to his knees and holds his head in his hands. The caretaker slinks off.
Caretaker- Damn kids. Can’t get mad without breaking down like a baby.
Ginevra steps up behind Terry and puts her arm around him.
Ginevra- Terry, what is up with you? It was a battle royal lose. You won your first match back. Things aren’t that bad!
Terry hands Ginevra a letter. She reads it aloud.
Ginevra - Dear Mr. Dane, it is with deep regret that I inform you that your father, Truman Lansing, passed away in Our Lady of Perpetual Faith shelter for the homeless on July 21st. We apologies for the lateness of our notification, but it took sometime to track you down. If there is anything we can do, please do not hesitate to contact us. May God be with you, Sister Katherine.
Tears well up in Ginevra’s eyes.
Ginevra- Oh, Terry-
Terry- Save it, Ginny. Why should I care? The man would rather live on the street then to come to me and ask for help or even see his grandson. Screw him and screw all these “tough guy” bastards that think they know what being a “real man” is! A real man should focus on his family. That’s what I’m going to do, Ginny. I’m going to quit wrestling and get a real job.
Ginevra- Terry, you’re making decent enough mo-
Terry- No, I’m not! We are buying the babies clothing from Goodwill. We are eating noodles almost every night. I barely get booked in matches at all and the downside contract isn’t enough, Ginny. Why should my family suffer anymore for my selfish dreams?
Ginevra- Terry, I think you need to go and collect your father’s things. Get closure before you make a rash decision.
Terry- I don’t need closure. I need a real job.
Ginevra- I want you to go. Do it for little Tommy. He might want something of his grandfathers.
Terry- That’s low, Ginny. Really low, but ok. I’ll go.
Ginevra- Come on, baby. Let’s go home and I’ll help you pack somethings.
She pulls him to her and they walk towards the car. The storm has past by them, but in the distance there maybe another cloud forming.
Caretaker- If you’re gonna do that, at least grab my lawnmower and make it all even!
Terry- What? Oh, sorry, sir.
Caretaker- You have a lot on your mind, son?
Terry- A little bit, yes, sir.
Caretaker- I reckon you’d love to talk it through with the man in the grave.
Terry- Yes, I truly would.
Caretaker- Bet you already know what he’d say, though. Don’tcha, boy?
Terry- I think I do. He’s tell me to stop being a pussy and grow some balls.
Caretaker- Well, sound like good advice. Kids your age don’t have any balls. They go crying to their mamas or their girlfriends who have their nutsack in their purses.
Terry- I’m just not sure I’m good enough to stand the test. We were so close to winning, but we came up short. How often can I come up short and keep going?
Caretaker- Boy, you are a pussy! You know how many battles we lost in the Pacific? Huh? Many more than most historians even can keep up with! Yet, we kept fighting because that’s what real men do. Swallow the lose, find your nuts, and get back out there!
Terry- Sir, no disrespect, but you don’t know my situat-
Caretaker- It don’t matter shit what your situation is! Boy, have you ever not been a whiney little bitch? Stand up, train hard, learn from your mistakes, and get back in there!
Terry- But I-
Caretaker- My God, you are stupid, too! I bet this bastard’s glad he’s 6 feet under so he don’t have to hear your shit!
Terry- Wait a minute, sir, that was uncalled for!
Caretaker- What ya going to do about it? You’re too much of a sissy bitch to do anything!
Terry stands up and gets in the old man’s face.
Terry- Mister- the only reason I haven’t taken you to task is because you are a veteran and obviously too old for me to deck.
Caretaker- Sonny, I’ve crapped out tougher shit than you. You want to hit me, then do it.
Terry- No, I have more self control than that.
Caretaker- Self control? More like scared of the consequences-
Terry- Mister, please just go back to doing your work. I have no interest in-
Caretaker- in being a real man? Sure doesn’t sound that way.
Something snaps inside Terry Dane. A fury he has never felt inside before releases and flows through his veins. His eyes turn instense and at the same time the storm in the distance has come over the cemetery and lightning and thunder blasts around him. A look of sudden fear comes over the caretaker.
Caretaker- Hey, kid, I’m sorry. I got carried away.
Terry- What? Now you’ve lost your balls? Did they go hiding up your ass? You think you can talk all that BS and not face the consiquiences, now?
Caretaker- Kid, I-I didn’t mean anything by it, really.
Terry- Really? Sounded like you wanted to get your ass handed to you! You know, I’ve let son of a bitches like you run my view of myself and the way I live for too long. You old farts don’t know anything more than I do about life! You’re a pathetic caretaker! Why should I care about your opinion on my life?
Terry turns to look at the tombstone again. It has Tom Stone’s name on it. Terry lets all his anger out onto the stone.
Terry- And you, you son of a bitch, you acted like you new about life and about this business. What the hell did you ever do? You made me miserable and tried to make me think I could be something-something you never were! I looked at you like you were a God, but you were the devil in disguise, weren’t you? I’ve ruined my and my family’s lives on your damned foolish words!
Terry is breathing hard and is shaking. He drops to his knees and holds his head in his hands. The caretaker slinks off.
Caretaker- Damn kids. Can’t get mad without breaking down like a baby.
Ginevra steps up behind Terry and puts her arm around him.
Ginevra- Terry, what is up with you? It was a battle royal lose. You won your first match back. Things aren’t that bad!
Terry hands Ginevra a letter. She reads it aloud.
Ginevra - Dear Mr. Dane, it is with deep regret that I inform you that your father, Truman Lansing, passed away in Our Lady of Perpetual Faith shelter for the homeless on July 21st. We apologies for the lateness of our notification, but it took sometime to track you down. If there is anything we can do, please do not hesitate to contact us. May God be with you, Sister Katherine.
Tears well up in Ginevra’s eyes.
Ginevra- Oh, Terry-
Terry- Save it, Ginny. Why should I care? The man would rather live on the street then to come to me and ask for help or even see his grandson. Screw him and screw all these “tough guy” bastards that think they know what being a “real man” is! A real man should focus on his family. That’s what I’m going to do, Ginny. I’m going to quit wrestling and get a real job.
Ginevra- Terry, you’re making decent enough mo-
Terry- No, I’m not! We are buying the babies clothing from Goodwill. We are eating noodles almost every night. I barely get booked in matches at all and the downside contract isn’t enough, Ginny. Why should my family suffer anymore for my selfish dreams?
Ginevra- Terry, I think you need to go and collect your father’s things. Get closure before you make a rash decision.
Terry- I don’t need closure. I need a real job.
Ginevra- I want you to go. Do it for little Tommy. He might want something of his grandfathers.
Terry- That’s low, Ginny. Really low, but ok. I’ll go.
Ginevra- Come on, baby. Let’s go home and I’ll help you pack somethings.
She pulls him to her and they walk towards the car. The storm has past by them, but in the distance there maybe another cloud forming.