Post by imtehlueser on May 2, 2007 16:11:59 GMT -6
The scene opens with a cameraman following David Hilt into a bar. When it comes to wrestlers and bars, usually something very bad, yet very exciting happens. It's no question why someone would already be filming...Except, he goes to the nearest stool and slumps down. He keeps to himself for a while, but eventually asks the bartender for a beer. She delivers it, and as soon as he takes a sip, he has to fight spraying it right back out. He obviously doesn't drink, and hates the taste like nothing else. Nonetheless, he still takes a swig every now and again. Doesn't seem like anything is going to jump off. After a few minutes, with the beer unfinished, the bartender approaches him.
Bartender: You gonna drink that or not?
Hilt: (surprised) Huh? Oh...uh, yeah sure.
(she laughs)
Bartender: You...don't drink do you?
Hilt: Is it that obvious?
BT: Plain as day.
(Hilt chugs whats left, coughing and hacking afterward)
Hilt: Oh well, keep em comin.
(Another one is slid toward him. He hesitates before taking a sip, places his lips on the glass, and then sets it back down feeling triumphant. Course, the bartender just laughs again.)
BT: This ain't loveboat or nothin, but I can see somethins wrong. Wanna talk about it?
Hilt: Pfft. Why would somethin be wrong?
BT: You must be crazy. You're in Boston. Everyone here has started watching POW Ne England since its inception. I'm surprised you'd think no one would recognize you in the city where it's first big event will take place. You're nervous about your #1 contender match, right?
Hilt: ...So like...is it a job requirement for every bartender to have a degree in psychology, or is it just encouraged?
BT: (laughing) I never knew usin logic made someone a psychologist.
Hilt: I guess. But yeah, I'm nervous. This is a chance to make a name for myself. POW is the first respectable company I've worked for. And even then, I have to make sure I actually win the title match afterward. It's a bit overwhelming.
BT: Makes sense. Have you tried simply not thinking about it?
Hilt: Not think about the first big event in my career? Yeah, that's totally possible.
BT: True...
Hilt: Just keep the beers comin and I'll deal with it my own way...
BT: I've never seen an alcoholic who's never drank before, hah. But suit yourself.
For about an hour, Dave sits there thinking about everything pertaining to his match. Strategies, strengths, weaknesses, possibilities, anything and everything else. Of course, the beers did keep comin. How he thinks he can work out a sure way to win while drunk, who knows. Eventually, the bartender walks up to him, out of her work clothes.
BT: My shift is over. I'm guessing you're too smashed to drive?
Hilt: *hic* I took...I took...a cab, anyway...*hic*
BT: (laughing once again) Fine, I'll give you a ride.
Hilt: ... ... ...
Hilt seems to out of it to think clearly, or to accept or decline. She ends up nearly dragging him to the car, due to his lack of ability to walk straight. Being that he can't give her directions to his hotel, she digs through his wallet, finding a business card with the name of it. She takes him there, and checks him in. At his door...
Hilt: ...Thanks, my thanks, to you...*hic*
BT: Don't worry about it. You know, maybe I could help you...relax, so you don't keep your mind on the match so much.
Hilt: I hope you're not hitting on me...I'n...drunk...so that's like...rape?
The bartender laughs for a good ten seconds, before opening Dave's hotel room door, and shoving him in.
BT: (still chuckling) C'mon, the beer was non-alcoholic.
Then the door slams shut, hitting the tip of the cameraman's camera. He promptly turns it off and inspects for damages.
Bartender: You gonna drink that or not?
Hilt: (surprised) Huh? Oh...uh, yeah sure.
(she laughs)
Bartender: You...don't drink do you?
Hilt: Is it that obvious?
BT: Plain as day.
(Hilt chugs whats left, coughing and hacking afterward)
Hilt: Oh well, keep em comin.
(Another one is slid toward him. He hesitates before taking a sip, places his lips on the glass, and then sets it back down feeling triumphant. Course, the bartender just laughs again.)
BT: This ain't loveboat or nothin, but I can see somethins wrong. Wanna talk about it?
Hilt: Pfft. Why would somethin be wrong?
BT: You must be crazy. You're in Boston. Everyone here has started watching POW Ne England since its inception. I'm surprised you'd think no one would recognize you in the city where it's first big event will take place. You're nervous about your #1 contender match, right?
Hilt: ...So like...is it a job requirement for every bartender to have a degree in psychology, or is it just encouraged?
BT: (laughing) I never knew usin logic made someone a psychologist.
Hilt: I guess. But yeah, I'm nervous. This is a chance to make a name for myself. POW is the first respectable company I've worked for. And even then, I have to make sure I actually win the title match afterward. It's a bit overwhelming.
BT: Makes sense. Have you tried simply not thinking about it?
Hilt: Not think about the first big event in my career? Yeah, that's totally possible.
BT: True...
Hilt: Just keep the beers comin and I'll deal with it my own way...
BT: I've never seen an alcoholic who's never drank before, hah. But suit yourself.
For about an hour, Dave sits there thinking about everything pertaining to his match. Strategies, strengths, weaknesses, possibilities, anything and everything else. Of course, the beers did keep comin. How he thinks he can work out a sure way to win while drunk, who knows. Eventually, the bartender walks up to him, out of her work clothes.
BT: My shift is over. I'm guessing you're too smashed to drive?
Hilt: *hic* I took...I took...a cab, anyway...*hic*
BT: (laughing once again) Fine, I'll give you a ride.
Hilt: ... ... ...
Hilt seems to out of it to think clearly, or to accept or decline. She ends up nearly dragging him to the car, due to his lack of ability to walk straight. Being that he can't give her directions to his hotel, she digs through his wallet, finding a business card with the name of it. She takes him there, and checks him in. At his door...
Hilt: ...Thanks, my thanks, to you...*hic*
BT: Don't worry about it. You know, maybe I could help you...relax, so you don't keep your mind on the match so much.
Hilt: I hope you're not hitting on me...I'n...drunk...so that's like...rape?
The bartender laughs for a good ten seconds, before opening Dave's hotel room door, and shoving him in.
BT: (still chuckling) C'mon, the beer was non-alcoholic.
Then the door slams shut, hitting the tip of the cameraman's camera. He promptly turns it off and inspects for damages.