Roleplay Roleplay by JESTER
On Thu, Oct19, 2017 7:30am America/Phoenix
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Our scene opens on the exterior of a split level house in a suburban neighborhood just outside of Boston.  A chilly autumn breeze blows several multi-colored leaves from the large oak tree in the front yard.  Inside the open garage we see a familiar charcoal grey 1970 Road Runner parked.

Cut to the inside of the house, where we find WWX International Champion Jester dressed in casual attire, still with an ace bandage covering the stitches in his forehead, seated on a couch and watching video of a series of Bob Mellon matches on a large flat screen tv when he’s interrupted by a knock at the door.  He pauses the video and heads over to the front door to see who could possibly be visiting him here.  Jester opens the door and is greeted by the smiling face of WWX reporter Paige Taylor dressed in a white collared pullover shirt, a blue pleated skirt and black sneakers.  Her auburn hair is pulled back into a ponytail that’s sticking out of the back of her San Diego Padres hat.

Jester - “Hey Paige!  Did we have an interview scheduled for today?”

Paige - “No, this isn’t for business.  It’s just a personal visit.”

Jester - “Well, that’s a nice surprise.  Please come in.  How did you know I was here?  My WWC brothers are the only people I told where I’d be staying.”

Paige - “I’m a reporter.  I have my sources.”

Jester - “You asked Fill, didn’t you?”

Paige - “I can neither confirm nor deny that.”  Paige replies with a smile.

Jester - “Well regardless, I’m glad you found me.  Can I offer you something to drink?”

Paige - “Water would be great.”

Paige takes a seat on the couch as Jester disappears into the kitchen for a minute and returns with two glasses of water.  He hands one to Paige and takes a seat next to her on the couch.

Paige - “‘This is a nice place.  Is it yours?”

Jester - “No, it belongs to a friend of mine.  He’s out of town on business and told me I could stay here.”

There are a few minutes of awkward silence before Jester finally breaks it.

Jester - “So, if you didn’t come by for an interview then why did you stop in?”

Paige - “I was just wanting to make sure you were doing okay after everything that happened with Rex last Fury.  That was a nasty beating he put on you.  I mean, this pro wrestling, there’s no place for brass knuckles in this sport.”

Jester - “I’m doing fine.  That wasn’t the first beating I’ve received in this job and I’m sure it won’t be the last.  It comes with the territory.  It’s sweet that you would come to check on me but I know you saw the promo I released after the match letting everyone know I was doing fine.  What’s the real reason you’re here?”

Paige stares down at her feet for a few moments as if trying to decide whether to tell Jester the truth or just make up another excuse.  She decides to throw caution to the wind and tell him the truth.

Paige - “When I got into this business I swore the one thing I’d never do is fall for one of the wrestlers.  They just all seemed so arrogant and aggressive.  Also, some of them are quite sexist.  But then I meet you and we started going out some.  You were so different than what I was expecting.  Sure, you’re violent and maybe even a little crazy inside the ring but outside of it you’re sweet and gentle and funny.  You have this uniquely intelligent way of looking at the world.  I guess what I really want to know, is this just a really nice friendship or is there something more here?”

Now it was Jester's turn to stare down at his shoes.  He wasn’t prepared  for this conversation and Paige's words had caught him more off guard than Rex's chair shot.  He takes a deep breath before placing his hand on top of Paige's and turning to face her.  

Jester - “The short answer is yes, there’s no denying that I have feeling for you.”

Paige - “Why do I feel like that’s about to be followed by a ‘but’?”

Jester - “It’s just that I have a lot on my plate right now.  I have to deal with Rex, who’s obviously making a play for my International Championship.  I have WWC business to handle.  I’m entered into this tag team tournament with a man I don’t even know and have no clue how he’s going to react to being paired with me.  I have to fight Hex Girl in a no disqualification match for my title at Hall of Pain, and I don’t have to tell you that she’s dangerous enough without throwing weapons into the mix.  But most importantly right now, I have the match with Bob at this upcoming Fury.  And I need to make an example of Bob.  I need to show the rest of the WWX that I’m not a man to be trifled with.”

Paige - “How are you going to do that?  

Jester - “Oh, I have a plan but I don’t want to ruin the surprise for you.”

Paige points to the paused screen on the tv.

Paige - “Is that why you were watching these videos of Bob's old matches?”

Jester - “Yeah, I’m looking for any weaknesses to exploit or strengths to avoid.  There’s something else you haven’t considered about you and I becoming us.”

Paige - “What’s that?”

Jester - “As a WWC member and International champion I make a lot of enemies.  And some of these enemies have a tendency of going after the people I care about.  You sure you want to but yourself in those type of situations?”

Paige - “As long as I get to be with you it will be worth it.”

Jester - “I’d hate for one of them to kidnap you and then I’d have to go all John McClane on their ass!”

Paige - “Who’s John McClane?”

Jester stares at Paige in disbelief.

Jester - “You’ve never seen Die Hard!  How is that even possible!?”

Paige - “No, I don’t think I have.”

Jester - “Well, we’re going to fix that right now!”

As Jester leaps from the couch to grab a copy of the movie the scene fades to black. 

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