[ No commentary, no deep incite, just a flat out fit. Jimmy Stryker is in his Miami home in a simple pair of boxer short nothing else. Jimmy is in his bedroom and throwing around the room anything and everything he can get his hands on. Both end table lamps go crashing against the wall shattering all around the room. Hearing the disruptive noise Rhiannon James enters the room.]
Rhiannon James; “Jimmy! What the hell is wrong with you?”
[ With hate in his eyes jimmy he looks at Rhiannon and angrily points.]
Jimmy Stryker: “And you!”
Rhiannon James: ”Me? What did I do?”
Jimmy Stryker: “You were the one to encourage me to team up with The Rumbler! And where did that shit get me?”
Rhiannon James; “It got you the tag titles.”
Jimmy Stryker: “That we lost ! Do you know how fuckin’ embarrassing it is to be beaten by Barrows? He’s a nothing, a fuckin’ nobody. If he died tomorrow no one would fuckin’ care.”
Rhiannon James: “I think his mom may miss him.”
[ Jimmy waves his hand at Rhinnon.]
Jimmy Stryker: “No, not even his mother would miss him.”
Rhiannon James: “You’re taking this a bit harsh aren’t you jimmy?”
Jimmy Stryker: “We only had the tag titles for a minute. We’re God damn transitional champions. Nothing more than a fuckin’ joke. I used the favor from your dad on that idiot to get us the titles. Now I have no title and no favor either.”
[ hesitating a bit Rhianon stands infront of Jimmy and rubs his arm. He takes a deep breath and shoves Rhiannon to the floor then pulls his boxer shorts down. ]
Rhiannon James: “What the hell are you doing jimmy?”
Jimmy Stryker: “The least you can do is blow me.”
Rhiannon James: “Excuse me?”
Jimmy Stryker: “You know..wrap your lips around my dick! I lost the dam titles because of you.. Do it jimmy team up with rumbler you said. It will be a good idea Jimmy…Right..Now make it all better and start sucking!”
[ Rhiannon gets up and slaps Jimmy across the face.]
Rhiannon James: “I’m going to forget that you spoke to me that way.”
Jimmy Stryker: “What you’re too much of a prissy girl to suck cock?”
Rhiannon James: “Jimmy, I’m seconds away from walking out right now.”
Jimmy Stryker: “that’s cool with me. It’s obvious I got the wrong sister.”
Rhiannon James: “And exactly what does that mean?”
Jimmy Stryker: “It means. Brandi’s not afraid to get her knees dirty and suck a man off. Shit when Rick was in the hospital after Warfare she was sucking him off.”
[ Rhiannon sighs.]
Rhiannon James:”Well Jimmy, I’m not Brandi. “
Jimmy Stryker: “No shit. If you were I wouldn’t be fighting with you to blow me.”
Rhiannon James: “I just don’t see how a blow job is going to help. It won’t fix you not having the tag titles.”
Jimmy Stryker: “Really? Gee, I thought by you blowing me, I’d get them back when I was done jizz-ing on your face.”
Rhiannon James: “That’s digusting!”
Jimmy Stryker: “Is it? Because my version of disgusting is Brandi having sex with Rick.”
Rhiannon James: “Right, you do know they have an active sex life. Even though she’s pregnant. Is that what hurts you Jimmy?”
Jimmy Stryker: “Makes me sick is more like it. I just don’t get it.”
Rhiannon James: “What is there to get?”
Jimmy Stryker: “How you can have sex with your pregnant wife. I mean it’s like putting gas into the tank of a car you’ve already wrecked.”
Rhiannon James: “Oh real mature jimmy.”
Jimmy Stryker: “No it’s not, it’s the truth. I suppose Brandi is the exception though. Even pregnant she’s still hot.”
Rhiannon James: “Are you ever going to be over Brandi?”
Jimmy Stryker: “Depends if you feel like sausage.”
[ Rhiannon lowers her head begins to walk out of the room. Jimmy pulls up his boxer shorts and grabs her from behind.]
Jimmy Stryker: “You know something Rhinannon, you knew how hung up on your sister I was when you met me.”
[ Rhiannon turns around and puts her face right against Jimmy’s. She starts yelling at him.]
Rhiannon James: “You were? More like you are jimmy! I for some reason thought maybe if you actually had someone that cared about you, instead of chasing someone who doesn’t want a damn thing to do with you would make you open your eyes. Guess I was wrong.”
Jimmy Stryker: “I don’t know what to say to you. Other than, I’m trying. Fuck I was at a strip club in aussie and I didn’t even get a lap dance.”
Rhiannon Stryker: “Of course not, it’s because it’s not 6 years ago and Brandi’s not stripping at the Doll House in Fort Lauderdale.”
Jimmy Stryker: “You’re right cuz if it was that long ago I’d be at the Doll House spending all the money I didn’t have on her. I’d borrow from any jackass that would give me whatever they could. But It’s different this time. I’m different. I could have done what I wanted to do. I saw many hot chicks there but No instead I acted all pussy whipped and bitched to Kassie how I had a woman at home that I care about.”
[ Rhiannon’s bottom lip quivers as she softly speaks.]
Rhiannon James: “ Really? You said that Kassie?”
[ Jimmy nods and takes Rhiannon’s hands in his.]
Jimmy Rhiannon: “Yeah I did. You know Rhi, I can’t pretend that I didn’t love your sister. I knew she doesn’t love me, but I didn’t care. Whether she loved me or not wasn’t the issue. I just couldn’t turn off the way I was feeling for her. Sure, mostly it was lust, at first. But once I started working for Carson and got to know her it turned into so much more. Only on my end though. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re making it easier for me to realize that I need to let her go.”
[ Rhiannon hugs Jimmy, she looks into his eyes then passionately kisses him.]
Rhiannon James: “Do you mean that Jimmy?”
Jimmy Stryker: “When have you known me to say shit I don’t mean?”
Rhiannon James: “True and I’ll talk to my dad for you.”
Jimmy Stryker: “for what?”
Rhiannon James: “Because I made you waste your favor on getting you and rumbler tag title shots.”
Jimmy Stryker: “Well if you really want to, I won’t stop you.”
[ Jimmy runs his hand through Rhiannon’s hair, she kisses his neck and giggles.]
Rhiannon James: “but for now this will have to do.”
[ sliding her hands down Jimmy sides dropping his boxers to the floor. She kisses her way down his bare chest. Jimmy tilts his head back and just smiles.]
Jimmy Stryker: “Oh man, I am good…”
[ Rhiannon looks up at Jimmy.]
Rhiannon James: “What was that Jimmy?”
Jimmy Stryker: “I said..I love you..”
Rhiannon James: “I love you too Jimmy.”
[ Jimmy just grins as he gets his way, and the scene fades.]
Match Talk:
I guess it’s only fair that I get stuck facing the tutored reject of Alex Wilkins. Gee Devon some impressive career you’re making for yourself buddy. It’s sad that you’ve no showed more times than actually wrestling. The only thing you have going for you is that you have Alex Wilkins on your side, even that’s not too impress since the man viewed once as “Mr. clutch” can’t even win in a match against Rick Young.
How sad is that? After the match, Alex should have sat in a warm bath and slit his wrists with a dirty razor blade. He didn’t do what he claimed he was going to do. Instead, he allowed that joke to become champion. And this is the man that you want to emulate? Nice choice jerky..Um..not!
Well, we're less than a few days away from, Adrenaline aren't we? Now is the time of reckoning. It's the time to show everyone exactly what you are made of. Monday night is the night where everyone wants to start off after the PPV with a huge win. Devon might actually be able to shock everyone with a win over me.
Ah, who am I kidding? The bitch stands no chance. he talks a big game, but he has never been in a situation like this with yours truly. If he thinks he can run over me. he thinks I am nothing special, or so it seems.Devon , this match isn't about your stupid fucking mentor..So if your a real man you'll leave your father figure out of this...
Speaking of the so called saint...Some father figure to think he's allowing poor little Skylar to think she was married to him,..If you had a conscienc you'd tell the girl the truth.. You do have a conscience don't you Devon? Think before you answer that...You very well may have a conscience. I don't. That conscience is what will prevent you from a win on your record after this match. Devon, if you think that I am going to help skyrocket you into superstardom, Listen, shithead, as long as I am around, you will never amount to anything. You're pitiful. You're pathetic. You're a sorry excuse for a "wrestler".
Don't you get it yet? The simple fact that you believe you will win is fucking disgusting. Devon, who am I? I am Jimmy Stryker..The future of AWA.. I will soon be the world champion. What are you? Alex's lap dog? After I'm done with you all you'll be is my fucking jester. Dance for me, Devon.... Don't worry, I'll just dance with your bitch after the match..and give her the taste of a real man...later loser!
