Post by Chris Card on Sept 20, 2017 14:23:32 GMT
Seated at a table in a cozy hotel room in upstate New York, Jayson Matthews is relaxing and taking stock of the events of Sacrifice. Matthews sighs slowly and looks into the mirror on the wall, contemplating silently. His train of thought is suddenly derailed by the all too familiar buzz of a hotel intercom. Matthews instinctively taps the speakerphone button.
Receptionist: Visitor and room service for 412
Jayson Matthews: Room service I'll take. Visitor...
Matthews pauses
Jayson Matthews: ...isn't a big bald dude covered in tattoos, is it?
Receptionist: No.
Matthews lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief.
Jayson Matthews: Is it a woman?
Receptionist: No. It's...
Matthews clicks his fingers in an over the top motion of "Damn!"
Jayson Matthews: Wait, no, don't tell me. I love Guess Who. Does he have a mustache?
Receptionist: Yes.
Jayson Matthews: Is it... Chris Card?
The line goes dead for a second as the Receptionist checks with the person in the reception.
Receptionist: Umm. Yes.
Jayson Matthews: I win! Send him up.
Cut to a minute later when there is a knock at the door. Jayson carefully opens it to make sure this isn't one of professional wrestling's many sneak attack traps and in strides Chris Card, looking, what's the word to describe it, chipper?
Chris Card: Afternoon, J-Mizzle.
Jayson Matthews: Hi, Card. What do you want?
Chris Card: I wanted to show there's no hard feelings about the match.
Jayson Matthews: You hit me before the bell with a Calling Card!
Matthews feels at his chin, vastly overacting how much it actually hurts.
Chris Card: Wrestling incident. These things happen. You'd have done the same to me if you'd thought of it.
Jayson Matthews: I wouldn't.
Chris Card: No... thinking about it you probably wouldn't. Anyway, I needed to offer you some form of consolation. I wouldn't want anyone thinking that I'm a totally bad person after all.
Jayson Matthews: Umm... okay. What did you have in mind?
There is a second knock at the door.
Room Service: Room Service!
Matthews gets up to answer but Card ushers him back to his seat and goes to answer the door himself. Card goes to greet the eager young staff member and returns holding a martini glass containing a mysterious clear liquid with a yellowish tint and a small slice of banana perched on the rim and a whisky tumbler with a double measure of scotch. Card presents the martini glass to Matthews, which the smaller wrestler takes, and takes a sniff of the whisky.
Jayson Matthews: What... is... that?
Chris Card: Banana Split Martini, Jayson. Cheers.
Fade out.
Receptionist: Visitor and room service for 412
Jayson Matthews: Room service I'll take. Visitor...
Matthews pauses
Jayson Matthews: ...isn't a big bald dude covered in tattoos, is it?
Receptionist: No.
Matthews lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief.
Jayson Matthews: Is it a woman?
Receptionist: No. It's...
Matthews clicks his fingers in an over the top motion of "Damn!"
Jayson Matthews: Wait, no, don't tell me. I love Guess Who. Does he have a mustache?
Receptionist: Yes.
Jayson Matthews: Is it... Chris Card?
The line goes dead for a second as the Receptionist checks with the person in the reception.
Receptionist: Umm. Yes.
Jayson Matthews: I win! Send him up.
Cut to a minute later when there is a knock at the door. Jayson carefully opens it to make sure this isn't one of professional wrestling's many sneak attack traps and in strides Chris Card, looking, what's the word to describe it, chipper?
Chris Card: Afternoon, J-Mizzle.
Jayson Matthews: Hi, Card. What do you want?
Chris Card: I wanted to show there's no hard feelings about the match.
Jayson Matthews: You hit me before the bell with a Calling Card!
Matthews feels at his chin, vastly overacting how much it actually hurts.
Chris Card: Wrestling incident. These things happen. You'd have done the same to me if you'd thought of it.
Jayson Matthews: I wouldn't.
Chris Card: No... thinking about it you probably wouldn't. Anyway, I needed to offer you some form of consolation. I wouldn't want anyone thinking that I'm a totally bad person after all.
Jayson Matthews: Umm... okay. What did you have in mind?
There is a second knock at the door.
Room Service: Room Service!
Matthews gets up to answer but Card ushers him back to his seat and goes to answer the door himself. Card goes to greet the eager young staff member and returns holding a martini glass containing a mysterious clear liquid with a yellowish tint and a small slice of banana perched on the rim and a whisky tumbler with a double measure of scotch. Card presents the martini glass to Matthews, which the smaller wrestler takes, and takes a sniff of the whisky.
Jayson Matthews: What... is... that?
Chris Card: Banana Split Martini, Jayson. Cheers.
Fade out.