The hallway. Leon and Becky are standing outside the locker room door. They seem to be arguing.
Leon: You're kidding me. He's requested two separate interviews this time?
Becky nods grimly.
Becky: Yeah. He said he had a lot to talk about, and that he wanted to get some thoughts out, but he had a...business meeting.
Leon: A business meeting? With who?
Becky pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket, apparently a letter from Drake.
Becky: A...Mr. Daniels?
Leon: Let me see that.
He reads it silently, then throws the paper away. He snorts.
Leon:Yeah, a business meeting alright...with a Mr. Jack Daniels.
He shakes his head while Becky chews her lip.
Becky: So, um...who's going to take him, then?
Leon: Eyes wide. Oh, um, yes, well, I have to be at the place, very quickly, so excuse me...
He walks quickly, nearly running, out of the hallway.
Becky: Wait! Leon!
The door opens behind her. She freezes. Drake stands in the doorway, clad as always, and with his ever trust bottle of beer.
Drake: Well, hello, little lady. He grins widely.
She slowly turns around.
Becky: Hello, Mr. Callahan...
Drake: Becky, Becky, we went over this last time. It's Blake. He belches. Drake, rather.
She sighs.
Becky: Look, Mr...She pauses. Drake...right, you're scheduled into a match with Kyle Christianson, and you wanted to discuss it?
Drake: Well, yeah. But I thought we could have a drink first. He produces a new beer bottle from seemingly nowhere. He offers it to her. She takes it, and sets it on the floor.
Becky: Drake, can we get on with this?
He looks upset for a moment, then his customary idiotic grin returns. He, of course, takes a large drink.
Drake: Well, if you insist. He kicks back a bit more. Kyle Christianson is a tough customer, Becky, but I'm a tough sales clerk!
She stares at him for a moment.
Drake: Because, you see, I'd be the sales clerk, and he'd be the customer, and he'd probably have some expired coupons or something, but I would tell him no sir, not in my store...
Becky: Cutting him off. No, I get it, Drake, it's just...carry on.
Drake: This Christianson fellow, he's not down with the message, you know? He's not into the party. And I don't dig that. So I've not only got a match here to put down an uptight grump like Christianson, but, Becky, I'm going to be putting myself closer and closer to the title picture if, and when, I pick up the win tonight.
Becky: Now, you've wrestled Christianson before, in a tag team match.
Drake: Drinks. Yeah, but that's a whole different environment, Becky, and as far as I'm concerned, that was only a preview. This here, one on one, is what wrestling is all about, and we're going to go into that ring and see who's really got the moves.
He pauses for a moment.
Drake: I mean...I have the moves. Not him. We'll see who has the moves, and that's me. Good moves too.
Becky puts her head in her hands.
Becky: Is there anything else?
Drake furrows his brow intensely.
Becky: Drake?
Drake suddenly lightens up and finishes off his beer.
Drake: Nope, not a thing. He belches. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to meet up with my old friend Jack Daniels, he's really a fun guy, would you like to meet him? He grins.
Becky: Biting her lip. Umm...yeah, I'll pass.
Drake shrugs.
Drake: Well...come back in a few hours. I've got more to say. I just really need to meet my old buddy.
Becky: Oh, sure, I'll be back soon. Muttering. Like hell...
Drake doesn't notice. Becky walks away and Drake stares at her as he she goes. He grins and stares at the camera.
Drake: You know, I hate to watch her go, but I love to see her leave. He laughs, then drops his smile.
Drake: No, that didn't come out right....
