...so you haven't even bothered trying to get ahold of her?
*As the scene comes into picture, Eli Silver is shown standing in a fitted suit. He's casually scratching his brow as he tweets or texts on his cellphone. DC is in the background sitting on a sofa, elbows on knees with his head down, his hands restyling lifelessly. He's wearing a plain white tshirt and faded jeans. His blond hair, growing out a bit, falls victim to gravity as it covers what is showing of his face. They're in a bright office looking room. A glass desk in front of an amazing view of Los Angeles. The sun, not in view, blast the room with natural light as the only source of light for the room.*
I know I've done some pretty stupid things in my life...
*DC stands up, wandering over to the view of the L.A. skyline. He takes the sight in, breathing a gulp of that southwest air.*
...talking to her now would be suicide.
*Eli, who seems to have been half paying attention, double takes a look at the empty sofa and finally finds DC by the window. He glances at his phone, hits a button, and places it on the desk.*
Well D, seeing as how you and Lindsey managed to have a kid now, you can't honestly blame her for being a little pissed off.
*Eli says this with a small laugh, hoping the question doesn't press any buttons. DC turns around slightly, looking over his shoulder at Eli.*
Now you're gonna blackmail me with Mandee too?
*He turns back to the view.*
I wouldn't call it blackmail, I'd call it a child, with a name. She's your kid, man!
...I didn't name her.
*Eli shakes his head, as if that statement actually matters.*
That is the lamest excuse I have ever heard from anybody... ever! That single handedly may be the dumbest thing you've ever said. Whitman seems like a f***ing genius compared to you saying that.
You done?
*Another cold glance over the shoulder from DC. Eli returns the gaze by wiping his hand down his mouth.*
Not really... Maybe since we're on the subject, why don't you answer a question?
*DC turns to face Eli, the still and quiet of the office broken by his foot steps. The chair, desk, and sofa are all that's in here. No phone or any decorations. His steps make a very low echo as he moves to the chair and takes a seat behind the desk. Eli's steps echo loudly from his dress shoes as he stands at the opposite end of the desk which D is now sitting. He rests his arms down on the glass surface.*
Do you even want to acknowledge the fact that you have a kid? Or are we going to pretend that she was a mistake you can't admit to?
*DC rubs his hands together, lowering his head. A long pause from D is met with a calm but angry stare from Eli.*
...I have a tournament to think about Eli. I don't want to go down this road.
Riiiiiight... I forgot how focused you've become since you're eyes have been opened to the cosmos...
The f*** is that supposed to mean?
I've known you for the better part of a decade now. I have never seen you take anyone's word but you're own. Sure you may group with some people now and then... But it always comes back to being individualistic. Singular. DC. Not "In the company of...".
What about Rated-X?
What about it? Neither you or Brian Michaels will say the other was the leader. You two never held tag gold. You two were barely a team and more like... Kris Kross.
*DC ponders the thought, processing it, but ultimately rejecting the comment.*
You know, for the first time in my career, I got booed in Los Angeles? Now kick that around in your head for me. I'm not allowed to believe in, or be a part of anything? Why? Because people don't like it?
Because it's not who you are!
*DC slams his hands down on the desk meeting Eli face to face.*
So what? Just "be DC" huh? That all you got for advice? I am me, never changed. The only difference is I don't sell myself anymore. I'm part of a bigger picture...
*Eli rubs the back of his neck as he walks away.*
...and no one wants me to be in that picture unless I'm doing it for myself!
*Eli shuts his eyes tightly, trying to think of how to word what he wants to say. As the gears in his brain come to a grinding halt he glances at DC.*
Who beat Mikey Stormrage and James Howard in a single night?
The Sacrificial Alter. We won that match.
No, bulls***, GM and Westhoff were gone and DC, eliminated Strikeforce singlehandedly. By himself! Singular!
Why can't it be the team that won the match?
Because the team got eliminated!
Well I don't want or need the credit! Even if I did do it for myself, the only place in the universe I've never been booed out of... EVER... didn't give me a shred of appreciation.
Maybe they don't like deadbeat dads...
*DC slides away from the table fast, causing the chair to glide towards the window as he stands. Eli turns his back to DC, leaning his back thighs against the edge of the desk. He crosses his arms, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check it. A few moments of silence pass as Eli clicks away in response to a text. Finally putting it back into his pocket.
DC has found his way once again to the view of the skyline. They aren't looking at each other.*
So this tournament... It's for a shot at the title right?
*Eli chuckles for DC, because usually that's what would happen. DC doesn't seem as amused as Eli does.*
And uh, who do they have you facing?
Krypto.
*If Eli had a drink, and were taking a sip of it, his facial expression would make sense. But his puckered lips and lemon bite squinted face just looks ridiculous as he stammers.*
What!?
What?
The dude who thinks he's an alien!?
*Again, unamused, DC stands in place as Eli lets out a laugh.*
First time I got here the first two people I noticed backstage were a cardboard robot and an alien... The odd thing was, no one was criticizing them. No one was pointing out the elephant in the room, because this was commonplace. This was normal.
Yeah, because only in professional wrestling does having mental instability actually mean something positive.
*D turns around to look at his agent. Eli, still having his back turned, is still listening.*
Only in wrestling can underestimating the symptoms get you beaten.
*Eli snaps around, holding his arms out wide laughing as he does so.*
You're saying that about a man who believes he's an alien! He's crazy...
*DC finally turns around.*
I hope he isn't crazy Eli. Because I've been a champion. I've been called a legend. I've beaten the devil. I sent Death packing... But I've never wiped a species off the face of the earth...
*A short pause from Eli as DC stands with a cold dark stare.**
Doesn't he have a "home planet".
He's the only one on mine.
*Eli glances to his left, at nothing in particular, he just doesn't want to lock eyes with DC.*
Look, you seem to be pretty tense. Why can't you just enjoy the Kingdom Come victory, focus on Krypto, and give Lindsey a call, huh?
*D doesn't seem his typical self as he just stares down Eli. Eli who is smiling, slowly backs down from the request, the smile slowly leaving his face.*
Alright, look, fine whatever. You be dark and broody all you want. Knock yourself out! Listen to some Marilyn Manson CDs and cut your wrists for all I care. You and Whitman have baggage man. I have to focus on this partnership.
*Eli watches as D seems to snap out of it as he takes a long look at the office. Noticing how big it is and how nice the view is. He seems lost in the rays of light still beaming through.*
This place is a dump...
*Eli himself snaps back to reality.*
Yeah, and pretty soon the walls are gonna be lined with more money then you've ever seen in your lifetime.
...if the loan gets accepted.
*Another slap back to reality as Eli and DC manage to share a laugh for the first time since they met up today. The camera fades to black as Eli walks behind DC closing the door.*
