Post by Lenny Thompson/Tony Edison on Aug 31, 2008 17:02:31 GMT
(OOC: This is the last thing that Lenny does before Face Off. It's basically for reasons that you'll see in my match. If you're good at picking up hints, you'll catch on that this has an effect on him.)
The scene opens in a decent looking house. The living room is pretty big, a five seater couch against one wall, a 50 inch TV across the room. There is a large window in one of the walls, giving a view of beautiful mountains. Lenny laying across his couch wearing a black Muse shirt and black workout shorts. He has a TV remote in his hand and a bottle of water on the stand next to the couch. The TV has football on, the Packers playing the Titans. Lenny looks out the window, seeing his driveway has more than just his car in it. He sees someone get out of the other car, but he can't quite tell who it is. She turns around, revealing that it's his girlfriend, Alyssa. He gets up, and notices that she's carrying a bag with her. He meets her out on the porch, noticing that she looks upset.
Lenny: What's wrong with you?
Alyssa: How long do you think that you were going to be able to hide it Lenny? You told me that you were done with that shit.
Lenny: What in the hell are you talking about?
Alyssa: I'm talking about wrestling. You told me that you were done wrestling, because I told you I was worried for you.
Lenny: Well, I've been here for a few weeks, and apparently, I'm doing fine. So it can't be too worrying. I mean, I haven't had any significant injury.
Alyssa: Are you aware of how dangerous it is though? Lenny, I'm worried for you, and I want you to stop.
Lenny: I'm not going to quit just like that, Alyssa. It isn't going to happen. I'm sure to be on top of the boards here soon, and I'm not going to stop, only because you want me to.
Alyssa tosses his bag to him, and he catches it.
Alyssa: That's everything that you left at my house. I guess we're done, since you can't listen to me.
Lenny: How in the fuck do you think that you're going to be able to control me, Alyssa? Seriously! I'm my own fucking person.
Alyssa: Then decide what you want. It's either me or your beloved wrestling.
Lenny looks at her as she slowly walks to her car, still glancing back at him until he talks again.
Lenny: You can't be serious. You're really going to make me pick between you and wrestling?
Alyssa: Well, either you pick or I'll pick for you. Either way, I think we know that the right decision will be made.
Lenny just keeps staring at her, silent, his mouth hanging open slightly. It looks as though he might say something, but he remains silent.
Alyssa: So, you're not going to pick? Then I'll pick for you. Since I can't stop you from wrestling, I guess you're stuck with it.
She gets into her car and drives off, leaving Lenny on his porch, still holding his duffel bag by the handles. He walks back into the house, throwing his bag aside and laying back on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, focusing more on what just went on between her and him than the game.
The scene opens in a decent looking house. The living room is pretty big, a five seater couch against one wall, a 50 inch TV across the room. There is a large window in one of the walls, giving a view of beautiful mountains. Lenny laying across his couch wearing a black Muse shirt and black workout shorts. He has a TV remote in his hand and a bottle of water on the stand next to the couch. The TV has football on, the Packers playing the Titans. Lenny looks out the window, seeing his driveway has more than just his car in it. He sees someone get out of the other car, but he can't quite tell who it is. She turns around, revealing that it's his girlfriend, Alyssa. He gets up, and notices that she's carrying a bag with her. He meets her out on the porch, noticing that she looks upset.
Lenny: What's wrong with you?
Alyssa: How long do you think that you were going to be able to hide it Lenny? You told me that you were done with that shit.
Lenny: What in the hell are you talking about?
Alyssa: I'm talking about wrestling. You told me that you were done wrestling, because I told you I was worried for you.
Lenny: Well, I've been here for a few weeks, and apparently, I'm doing fine. So it can't be too worrying. I mean, I haven't had any significant injury.
Alyssa: Are you aware of how dangerous it is though? Lenny, I'm worried for you, and I want you to stop.
Lenny: I'm not going to quit just like that, Alyssa. It isn't going to happen. I'm sure to be on top of the boards here soon, and I'm not going to stop, only because you want me to.
Alyssa tosses his bag to him, and he catches it.
Alyssa: That's everything that you left at my house. I guess we're done, since you can't listen to me.
Lenny: How in the fuck do you think that you're going to be able to control me, Alyssa? Seriously! I'm my own fucking person.
Alyssa: Then decide what you want. It's either me or your beloved wrestling.
Lenny looks at her as she slowly walks to her car, still glancing back at him until he talks again.
Lenny: You can't be serious. You're really going to make me pick between you and wrestling?
Alyssa: Well, either you pick or I'll pick for you. Either way, I think we know that the right decision will be made.
Lenny just keeps staring at her, silent, his mouth hanging open slightly. It looks as though he might say something, but he remains silent.
Alyssa: So, you're not going to pick? Then I'll pick for you. Since I can't stop you from wrestling, I guess you're stuck with it.
She gets into her car and drives off, leaving Lenny on his porch, still holding his duffel bag by the handles. He walks back into the house, throwing his bag aside and laying back on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, focusing more on what just went on between her and him than the game.
