April 29, 2018
Atlantis Casino and Resort
Reno, Nevada
The scene opens in a hotel room inside of the Atlantis Casino and Resort in Reno, Nevada. The room is furnished with two twin beds, a small table, and a dresser with a flat screen television sitting on top of it. Through the window, a gorgeous view of the Reno strip is visible. The lights from the casinos make each individual building stand out in its own unique way. The sound of running water can be heard coming from the bathroom as steam rolls under the door into the main room. Tom Dudely, SCW Legend and “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson’s manager, is sitting in one of the twin beds in the room. His back is propped up on the wall and his legs are stretched down the mattress. Tom has his arm draped across his head in an awkward looking position with the remote control in his hand as he aimlessly switches channels. He calls out to the bathroom.
Tom: There’s really nothing on this time of night.
The water stops running. After some rustling around in the bathroom, the door opens with a rush of steam escaping as “Big Country” himself emerges from the room wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Beads of water glisten on Wyatt’s chest hair as he dries his head with a hand towel.
Wyatt: ‘Course there ain’t nothin’ on. It’s damn near midnight.
Tom: I get it. It just sucks. I have the choice between infomercials and reruns of That 70’s Show. I guess That 70’s Show it is.
Tom tosses the remote onto the bed next to him and puts his arm back to the same, awkward looking position. Wyatt looks at him with a confused expression.
Wyatt: Ah don’t git how that’s comfortable to ya.
Tom, realizing how he was positioned, starts to laugh.
Tom: Honestly, I don’t understand it either, but it is.
The men share a laugh together. Wyatt finishes trying his head and sits down on the end of the empty bed.
Wyatt: Ah’ve gotta say, ah sure am glad that we came back tah the hotel tah shower. As dirty as ah felt, ah don’t thing ah couldn’t handled washin’ up in the sink at that nightclub.
Tom: Yeah, It was definitely an unconventional venue to hold Climax Control.
The conversation kinda trails off as they get sucked into the television.
Tom: Dude, Mila Kunis is so hot.
Wyatt: She definitely ain’t nothin’ tah sneeze at, but ah’m kinda partial tah that Donna gal. Somethin’ about a tall redhead really gits the stallion racin’, if ya know what ah mean.
Tom: I really wish I could say I didn’t…
After about five more minutes of silence between the men, the show goes to commercial break. Wyatt stands up and grabs his clothes off of the dresser.
Wyatt: Ah should probably git dressed.
Tom: I agree. I don’t want to risk seeing your junk. You should go. Good day, Wyatt.
Wyatt looks confused.
Wyatt: Ah ain’t…
Tom cuts him off, putting up a hand to signal silence with a serious expression on his face.
Tom: I said Good Day!
Wyatt starts chuckling. Tom joins pretty quickly after. Wyatt takes his clothes with him back into the bathroom. Tom, being impatient for the show to come back on, grabs the remote and starts channel surfing again as the scene fades.
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May 6, 2018
William Peccole Park
Reno, Nevada
Let’s rejoin our favorite cowboy as he sits in the home dugout at William Peccole Park. Wyatt is looking sluggish as he puts on sunglasses to keep out the late morning sunlight. After a short while with little movement, a low lying layer of smdoke rolls out of the entry to the locker rooms and “Stoner” Scott Oliver emerges from the smoke, entering the dugout. He sits down next to Wyatt and looks him over.
Stoner: Dude, you look like shit.
Wyatt’s lips slightly curl up in a weak smile.
Wyatt: Yeah… Cinco de Mayo (pronounced like the condiment) kicked mah ass last night.
Stoner laughs.
Stoner: Too much tequila?
Wyatt shakes his head.
Wyatt: Nah. Too much sake.
Stoner looks confused.
Stoner: Sake? Isn’t that the Japanese rice wine? You realized that Cinco de Mayo is a Mexican holiday, right?
Wyatt: Oh ah know, but ah swore off the tequila after mah twenty-third birthday.
Stoner: That’s a story that I need to hear.
Wyatt waves his hand in dismissal.
Wyatt: Maybe another time. Ah’m not up fer too much talkin’ right now.
Stoner: That’s too bad. I know Pussy Willow is looking for you. She said that you owed her an interview from a couple weeks ago. What’s that about?
Wyatt: Oh yeah! She caught me an’ Amy after our last match. Ah was in a bit of a hurry tah get back tah my hotel an’ shower.
Stoner: I thing I remember that. Amy had some good things to say about you.
Wyatt: Well that’s awfully kind of ‘er. She’s been a real good pardner in this tourn’ment. After beatin’ mah ass in the first round, the fact that she just took me in as her replacement pardner said loads ‘bout ‘er character. Between that an’ the fact that we’ve got a built in gimmick with the country an’ punk thing has made me even consider stickin’ ‘round and tryin’ tah go fer the mixed tag titles.
Stoner: That wouldn’t be a bad idea. You guys seem to have really good chemistry together.
Wyatt: Ah agree. Speakin’ of chemistry an’ the mixed tag titles. What’s this ah heard ‘bout ya gettin’ back in the ring tah form a team with that Song gal?
A smitten smile spreads across the stoner’s face as he goes all “heart-eyed”.
Stoner: Song…
Wyatt laughs at Scott’s reaction.
Wyatt: ‘nuff said. Ah know that look all too well. Ah hope it works out fer ya.
Stoner: Me too.
Wyatt: Anyway, ah wanna go git a nap before our match tonight. Ah need tah try tah shake this off or even this midget guy… what’s his name again?
Stoner: Devin Tyler
Wyatt: Yeah, Devin Tyler. If ah can’t shake this hangover, even that shorty is gonna be able tah beat me.
Stoner: I wouldn’t stress him too much. You’re like ten feet bigger than him.
Wyatt: Ah learned a long time ago not to judge a book by its cover. He may be short, but he is in SCW fer a reason. I ain’t gonna overlook ‘im.
Stoner: Well, if you’re not gonna overlook him, you’re gonna hurt your neck looking down at him.
The two men laugh. Wyatt’s laugh quickly turns to a grimace as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
Wyatt: In the end, ah know that me an’ Amy can beat Devin and Evie. We got the one thing they don’t have. We got that natural chemistry. Tonight, we’re gonna use that, and our huge size advantage, tah win our match an’ go on tah the Blast from the Past tourn’ment.
Stoner pats Wyatt on the back.
Stoner: Oh, I almost forgot!
Out of seemingly nowhere, the stoner pulls out a cup of Starbucks coffee.
Stoner: This should help you with your hangover. If that doesn’t work, hit me up later. I’ve got something else that’ll help cure all of your ailments.
Wyatt takes the coffee from the stoner and takes a sip. He closes his eyes in appreciation as he savors the hot liquid before swallowing.
Wyatt: Thanks, buddy. Ah feel better already.
The stoner gives Wyatt one last pat on the back before getting up and disappearing back into the bowels of the ballpark as the scene fades.
