Failure Is Progress Pt. II (Bright Nights & Dark Days)
<i>"Kevin? ... Kevin? ... Hey, Kevin ... "</i>
The pitch black scene flutters like soar eye lids flickering upon awakening in attempt to adjust to the blinding light.
The view cuts to a wider angle from across this closet like space. The same blue benches and locker spaces cram the already minuscule room. Kevin Watson lays spread eagle covering the only amount of open floor in the area.
The view pans around revealing Jake Goldstien standing at Kevin's head glaring down with a look of disappointment. Kevin, slowly with help of the benches to both his right and left, pulls himself nearly to his feet. He collapses down onto the bench on his right. Reaching into the last locker along the wall he grabs for a pack of cigarette lying near a nearly empty bottle of Jack.
Kevin pulls the last cigarette from the soft pack, and crumbles it as he lights up and inhales.
<i>" ... Kevin, this is just ... just, well plain unexceptable!"</i>
Kevin sends a piercing glance, filled with a burning rage with a lingering apathy, toward Jake.
Threw out Kevin's less than illustrious career his drinking and substance abuse problems' have been well documented.
... but we all have out quirks...right?
<i>"I leave you alone for one night! ...One night, Kevin! ...and look at you! Look at you! I find you passed out on the locker room floor, in the same musky-ass clothes you wrestled in the night before! I'm supposed to be your manager, ...your friend, and you can't even call me!? And another thi..."</i>
Kevin, pulling the cigarette from between his chapped lips, interrupts.
<i>"You call this a locker room? ...hell of a manager. Since when have you been MY keeper."</i>
Jake, being the persistent business minded individual he is, regains his composure and moves things along.
<i>"Very well, but you need to at least call your parole officer. The nature of your near life time occupation, and my reputation is the only reason your allowed out of the state ... yet you are still required to phone in every week ... if not more."</i>
Kevin releases a heavy sigh, and continues to smoke his last cigarette down to the filter.
<i>" ...come on, Jake. You know me better than that. I maybe a lot of things, but I'm not a career criminal. I mean damn, ... I talked to Williams yesterday ...and no doubtly he saw me on t.v."</i>
Jake, satisfied with Kevin's rebuttal to his earlier remarks, starts to update Kevin on the current situation.
<i>"Alright, well ... as you know John Doe will be standing across the ring from you come next week. He's been burning up the air waves ... and is taking any shot he can at you. He doesn't know you, you don't know him, yadda yadda, he's better than you ... everything we've all heard before from a thousand other world class champions ... and a million nobodies ... yet you've always had a much better judge of talent than I.
If you haven't seen his spots, you honestly aren't miss much ... alas ... your going to have to cut a spot for the hype factor. I know you hate it ... not your style, this that and the other ... yet the fact still remains, while you were in prison time DID not stand still and your name is no longer fresh in the minds of boys and girls, men and women nation wide ... that's the game. Ya' know how to play it, so lets roll the dice and jump right in."</i>
Kevin clearly waiting for a chance to add his two sense in, has given up on any argument he may have risen against Jake's comments.
<i>"Yeah, ... and let me guess, you already have something set up!?"</i>
A smirk spreads across Jake's face as he answers.
<i>"Just as I know you ... as well do you know me! ... Of course I have something set up, we have to get on the road though. When we arrive in Rutherford, I have a sound stage at our disposal ... I'll leave the details up to you, and the producers."</i>
Kevin scratches his head, and a half smile cracks, and quickly fades from his somber beating appearance.
<i>"Where would I be with out you ... ?</i>
Jake laughs, and without missing a beat, replies with a smart ass remark.
<i>"Probably still walking your way to Philly! ... lets go!</i>
Kevin begins to gather his things as the view fades to black.