Re: No Time Like the Present
(FADEIN...
On the main entryway into our apartment. If you can picture it, you walk in the door into a short hallway, there's a coat closet immediately to the left, and six steps in, it opens up into a main room.
In our younger days...
Younger days, like last weekend.
But in our younger days, we could fold up the couch and push the makeshift bar against the wall and set up the beer pong table or play darts or just turn the music on real loud.
Tonight, we have Rose's mom's old dining room table set up, with four chairs. Straight back was the kitchen, to the left was our bedroom, and farther down the hallway was the bathroom, guest room, and TV room - slash - study.
Straight back in the kitchen, I zoomed in on Rose, working hard at the stove. She had this scalloped potatoes recipe that she wanted to try for our houseguests--)
"You're not taping me, are you?" she asked.
Uhhh... No, of course not, I said.
"Good," said Rose. "Because I'm unshowered and hideous and if you're gonna drag that thing out tonight you'd better wait until I get ready."
It was pretty warm in the apartment: we had a series of wall units to keep the place temperature controlled, but since I was going to be grilling a london broil on the grill on the fire escape right outside the kitchen window, my poor lady was sweating away pounds she couldn't afford to lose.
So I turned the camera around and pointed it at myself.
This should be interesting, I said, even with the Point of View and Curiosity bailing out. I guess it's meant to be, I said, with our team here we can go over what we know and what our strategy will be.
I smirked into the camera.
And we'll be discussing refined violence and technical savagery over a fairly elegant dinner party.
I kinda like that.
JUMP CUT
There was a knock at the door, and Rose walked in front of me to open it. She was showered and changed and looked much happier in a pinstriped skirt and tank top.
On the other side of the door, was quite a sight.
"Did you get him a corsage, at least?" asked Rose.
Jack Harmen and Nova stood there, shoulder to shoulder. It's completely plausible that they showed up together; we were off until Miami and if you're traveling, why not travel with someone you know? Especially if you're tag team partners.
"I brought cupcakes," said Nova, as he held out a covered platter.
Rose smiled as she took the platter.
What've you got there, I asked Harmen.
He looked down at the bowl in his hands.
"Potato salad?" he said.
Wow, I thought.
We never get together outside of the arena, none of us. There's a sense of community in the locker rooms, but that doesn't appear to translate anywhere else. The Windham Clan rides with the Windham Clan, the Dynasty rides with the Dynasty, et cetera, and nobody ever cross - promotes.
"Come in, come in," said Rose, as she backed up so they could enter. "Was it hard to find the place?"
"No, your directions were fine," said Harmen, as he looked at me. "Why are you filming this, dude?"
JUMP CUT
We're in the living room, Nova's got a beer in his hand and Harmen has a piece of cheese in one hand and a short glass in the other.
"It wasn't really part of any major plan," said Harmen, "I felt like putting on a mask and you left a spare, so I thought, why not?"
JUMP CUT
"I'm not that skinny," said Rose, standing over Nova who was busily drawing with a pencil on a piece of folded paper.
"Please," said Nova, "a slight breeze would blow you down."
If you land on your ass you won't get hurt, I said, referencing the fact that she did have a bit of a ghetto booty.
JUMP CUT
(for safety sake)
It was the middle of dinner.
"Curious rules aren't anything to worry about," said Harmen, "He doesn't have permission to use 'em for this match, so he's stuck with the same rules you follow."
Rose passed him the potatoes - Harmen was all over them.
"Besides," he continued, "I've got most of 'em memorized from the month or so I'd stolen it from him, ain't no surprises. The only thing we don't really know about are the kids."
The kids remind me of me, I said, back when I started, only with the wrong attitude. They're talented and they're on the right track, they just have this rookie attitude of 'everyone who's here shouldn't be here,' or whatever.
"What do you think, Cally?" asked Nova.
It's amazing what the simple act of sharing food can do - 'Cally' was a nickname that only her close friends use: apparently those cupcakes were better than she thought.
"I don't like her shoes," said Rose.
That was a conversation stopper.
"Her shoes," repeated Harmen.
"Watch her shoes," said Rose, "RK and I watched what we could from the Ultratitle and she was wearing these big fancy boots to the ring and kept shifting from foot to foot like she was uncomfortable. Like they weren't
her boots, you know?"
In a strange way, it made sense.
So they're playing the part they think they're supposed to play, I said.
"Exactly," said Rose.
Interesting.
JUMP CUT
Our company is long gone, the dishes are in the sink to be dealt with tomorrow, and the camera is sitting on the table next to me while Rose curls up on the big overstuffed comfy chair, sound asleep.
So it was a productive night, I said. We had a good time and I think Nova and Harmen did as well. And we really got inside our opponents' heads.
What I think is telling is that the Point of View are part of the 'It's popular, now it sucks' mentality that our generation attaches to far too many things.
Yes. Our generation. Only two years between us, Jason.
You talk about Michael Manson as a cancer, and maybe he was, but he was also on the first New Frontier show in the era you talk about with such reverence.
You talk about the played out Greensboro superstars, but Joey Melton almost won the whole shebang in the second season, Dan Ryan was the closest thing we've come to in sixty years to one truly
undisputed World Champion, and the Windham Clan--
...
Okay, you've got a point there.
You say the New Frontier isn't 'special'?
I say the New Frontier is whatever you want it to be.
You're showing your age and your experience, gentlemen, so I'd like to apologize in advance for this match being over far too quickly for your taste.
But I'd like to do it again in a year or so when you've got some perspective. I have a feeling we'll give the New Frontier something to remember.
Fade.