Brian Kendrick is in the SmackDown locker room when his tag team partner Paul London enters. Brian is putting on his elbow pads when Paul comes over and sits down on the bench by him. Paul had just come back from a house show while Brian was at the doctors.
"Good trip?"
"Yea. How was the doctor?"
"Peachy." Brian mutters the remark and continues to strap on his gear.
"You know, I don't like you going out in the ring like that with a shattered bone."
"Hairline fracture, Paul." Brian corrects. "Chris told me about a time he broke his arm and wrestled with it just wearing a soft cast." Brian taps his elbow pad hard to signify a soft cast rested underneath. "He was fine, took calcium pills before the operation, and look at him now."
Brian tossed Paul a bottle of pills, he looks carefully at them. "Calcium pills hu."
"Yea." Brian is confident. "Don't worry pal, things are gonna go fine out there. Let's just go out there and get the Velocity taping over, then we can just go hang out or something. Sound good?"
Paul smirks and puts the bottle back in Brian's bag, "Yea."
"Great." Brian pats Paul on the back and they get up. "Let's go."
They have their match, Brian is ok even though they lost, and before going back to the hotel, they decide to go to a bar...
The bar across the street from Dr. Tom's office was filled with people that night. A woman is reading the newspaper and drinking. A waiter enters the bar from the back door and begins to wipe down the counter. Chris, drunk of course, is making a fool of himself on the dance floor while the jukebox plays.
"Hey, can I get another beer over here?"
"Bud, right man?" The bartender asks.
"Uh no, might as well gimme a Coors. Well, make it a Bud." He stars to worry in his drunken state. "Hey wait.... Bud."
"You got it." The bartender goes over to get the beer.
Chris sits down by the woman to drink it, "So, you all ready for hump day?"
"How dare you!" The woman turns to him, on fire. "Of all the... no, I am not ready for 'hump day' you perv! Hump day hu, some porno fantasy of yours where every woman in the world gets to be an extra? I am not ready for this 'hump day' of yours, and I never will be!" She goes back to reading.
"Oh-kay...., just asking if you were ready for Wednesday, the middle of the week?" Chris shakes his head and lights a cigarette. Another woman enters the bar and sits down on the other side of him. Did he dare risk to make conversation with the same question? "So, are you ready for hump day?" Of course he is, this is Chris we're talking about, and plus, he's drunk!
"Yea, got plans."
"Me too, first I'm gonna get drunk!" He laughs like the drunken fool that he is.
"Rolling Rock." She says to the bartender.
"Oh, nice choice." Chris takes a drink of his beer. "I'm gonna do something I've wanted to do for a long time."
"Hey, go for it." The woman gets up and leaves.
Chris leers at her, "You know, you could've just made up some excuse instead of being rude."
"I'm not a nice person, I'm gonna rot in hell." The woman smirks and starts to dance.
Chris sighs and looks at his empty beer, "I better have another."
"Then I'd better go get some more."
A man enters, "Hey barski, I'm trying to take my family to some museum, know where it is?"
"Nope."
"Bah screw it, gimme a cold one." He sits down and another woman enters, the nurse.
"You got it." The bartender turns to her. "Hi Danielle."
"What's happening Mack?" She sits down by Chris.
"Hi nurse!"
"Oh, hi. How you doing?" She grimaces, telling right away that he's drunk.
Chris smiles, "You really wanna know?"
"Well, uh... not really."
"Well, I tell ya, I got back to the hotel and got so many messages on my cell phone from my wife." The nurse, Danielle, nods for him to continue. "She's so worried about me, so I say, hey baby," And note this isn't his actual conversation with his wife, he is drunk, remember? "Don't worry about me, I'm gonna be fine. And she's all," Talking in a high pitched, cracking voice. "Oh, Chris, no, I just want you to be ok, I don't want you to die. And, oh, Chris, stop smoking, you'll get cancer!" Speaking normally again, well as normal as a drunk can talk. "And so I says, I says, baby, it's just my, my, my...uh..."
"Tonsils?"
"Hey, whose telling the story here!" Ok, Chris is really off it now. "So then I says to her I says, hey wife, don't worry, we can still French, is all. Just no more tickling hockey." After finishing, he turns to the bartender after realizing his overemphasizing in his story knocked over his beer, "I'll have another."
"You poor guy." Danielle sighs, sorry for him partially because of his condition, partially because he's drunk off his.... "I'll buy you another. Let's go." Danielle takes Chris by the arm and leads him out. The light changes as the traffic stops, they walk across the street and end up in the park. Danielle hands Chris a cup, "Here, have a drink."
Disappointed, "Coffee?"
"Just drink it, I'm a nurse, it's good for you."
Chris drinks it and eventually accepts it, "You like taking walks in the park?"
"I like it, reminds me of nature."
"What the hell, maybe I'll get in a drunk fight and miss my appointment tomorrow."
"Don't worry, we can fill your appointment." She turns to the street. "See that building over there? Four out of five apartments got someone inside with cancer, or waiting to get it."
"Gees, I thought you were one of those happy nurses!"
"I'm saying this to cheer you up. We don't know you have cancer. You just started smoking, it's probably just a virus."
Chris laughs, "Right! You know what, I hate the park, where'd the bar go?" He turns and sees Victoria sitting on a bench drinking a coffee as she reads from a book. "Hey, how you doing?"
Victoria turns to see them, "Oh, hello. Lovely evening, the park, the night air." She takes a deep breath. "It gets so stuffy in those hotel rooms, good to get back to what little nature we have."
Danielle comes over, seeing her, "Victoria, what are you...?"
"Oh, well. Steven had stepped out to go to a store for a while, so I figured, I thought I might take a walk."
"You drink coffee?" Victoria nods. Chris hands her his, "Here you go, knock yourself out."
"Thanks." She accepts it. "Oh, won't you sit down?" She offers.
"No, I really gotta...."
"Sit." Danielle shoves Chris down, then sits beside them. "How's the stomach, Victoria?"
"I dunno, no better, no worse, I guess. Nothing yet, I still haven't told Steven." Chris laughs and Danielle elbows the drunk in his beer filled gut. Victoria continues, "Maybe I should just get this over with. But I don't feel right doing this, taking a life that has not yet had a chance to live."
"Well, as long as you're...."
"As long as I'm there." A car drives by, Tatu blasting out the rolled down windows. "Yea, you're playing my song!" She cheers and becomes wild.
Drunken Chris laughs, "Boy, you guys really are a hoot aren't you! You're the kinda people I'd like to party with, especially after a nice visit to the doctor. Thanks so much for dragging me out of that awful bar." Sarcasm. He stands up. "This has really been fun." He starts to walk off.
Danielle speaks up, "We'll see you Wednesday then?"
"What?"
"Your exam."
Nobody notices Brian Kendrick stagger onto the scene. Paul had hooked up with some hookers and Brian got lost in the city streets.
Chris takes out a cigarette and is speaking to Danielle still, "Look what do you know anyway? You're not a doctor, you're just a nurse!" Danielle just smiles and Chris feels around himself, "Got a light?" Victoria holds out her hand with a lighter and hands it to Chris. He lights it, then returns it, "Thanks."
"Well what do you have to say?" Danielle finally speaks up. "After what you do to your body."
As the trio talk, they finally notice cheerful Brian, "Hello."
"How are you?" Victoria smiles, another drunk in the park that night, how typical.
"Oh fine." He makes his way over. "Just taking a walk in the forest."
"More like a stagger." Chris snickers.
"You're one to talk." Danielle whispers.
"Are you drunk?" Chris asks.
"Yes."
"Terrible." Danielle and Victoria sigh.
"Wonderful!" Chris beams.
"How come you're carrying that empty bottle?" Danielle asks.
Brian looks at it, "Drinking from it, I'd imagine."
"Don't you usually hang out with that one guy?" Victoria asks.
"Paul London. Got hooked up in a bar with a buncha hookers, I'm married though."
"Lucky hu?" Chris smirked, also married.
"Yea." Brian sighs, looking up at the dark night sky. "Sometimes luck is hiding for a long time."
"Good trip?"
"Yea. How was the doctor?"
"Peachy." Brian mutters the remark and continues to strap on his gear.
"You know, I don't like you going out in the ring like that with a shattered bone."
"Hairline fracture, Paul." Brian corrects. "Chris told me about a time he broke his arm and wrestled with it just wearing a soft cast." Brian taps his elbow pad hard to signify a soft cast rested underneath. "He was fine, took calcium pills before the operation, and look at him now."
Brian tossed Paul a bottle of pills, he looks carefully at them. "Calcium pills hu."
"Yea." Brian is confident. "Don't worry pal, things are gonna go fine out there. Let's just go out there and get the Velocity taping over, then we can just go hang out or something. Sound good?"
Paul smirks and puts the bottle back in Brian's bag, "Yea."
"Great." Brian pats Paul on the back and they get up. "Let's go."
They have their match, Brian is ok even though they lost, and before going back to the hotel, they decide to go to a bar...
The bar across the street from Dr. Tom's office was filled with people that night. A woman is reading the newspaper and drinking. A waiter enters the bar from the back door and begins to wipe down the counter. Chris, drunk of course, is making a fool of himself on the dance floor while the jukebox plays.
"Hey, can I get another beer over here?"
"Bud, right man?" The bartender asks.
"Uh no, might as well gimme a Coors. Well, make it a Bud." He stars to worry in his drunken state. "Hey wait.... Bud."
"You got it." The bartender goes over to get the beer.
Chris sits down by the woman to drink it, "So, you all ready for hump day?"
"How dare you!" The woman turns to him, on fire. "Of all the... no, I am not ready for 'hump day' you perv! Hump day hu, some porno fantasy of yours where every woman in the world gets to be an extra? I am not ready for this 'hump day' of yours, and I never will be!" She goes back to reading.
"Oh-kay...., just asking if you were ready for Wednesday, the middle of the week?" Chris shakes his head and lights a cigarette. Another woman enters the bar and sits down on the other side of him. Did he dare risk to make conversation with the same question? "So, are you ready for hump day?" Of course he is, this is Chris we're talking about, and plus, he's drunk!
"Yea, got plans."
"Me too, first I'm gonna get drunk!" He laughs like the drunken fool that he is.
"Rolling Rock." She says to the bartender.
"Oh, nice choice." Chris takes a drink of his beer. "I'm gonna do something I've wanted to do for a long time."
"Hey, go for it." The woman gets up and leaves.
Chris leers at her, "You know, you could've just made up some excuse instead of being rude."
"I'm not a nice person, I'm gonna rot in hell." The woman smirks and starts to dance.
Chris sighs and looks at his empty beer, "I better have another."
"Then I'd better go get some more."
A man enters, "Hey barski, I'm trying to take my family to some museum, know where it is?"
"Nope."
"Bah screw it, gimme a cold one." He sits down and another woman enters, the nurse.
"You got it." The bartender turns to her. "Hi Danielle."
"What's happening Mack?" She sits down by Chris.
"Hi nurse!"
"Oh, hi. How you doing?" She grimaces, telling right away that he's drunk.
Chris smiles, "You really wanna know?"
"Well, uh... not really."
"Well, I tell ya, I got back to the hotel and got so many messages on my cell phone from my wife." The nurse, Danielle, nods for him to continue. "She's so worried about me, so I say, hey baby," And note this isn't his actual conversation with his wife, he is drunk, remember? "Don't worry about me, I'm gonna be fine. And she's all," Talking in a high pitched, cracking voice. "Oh, Chris, no, I just want you to be ok, I don't want you to die. And, oh, Chris, stop smoking, you'll get cancer!" Speaking normally again, well as normal as a drunk can talk. "And so I says, I says, baby, it's just my, my, my...uh..."
"Tonsils?"
"Hey, whose telling the story here!" Ok, Chris is really off it now. "So then I says to her I says, hey wife, don't worry, we can still French, is all. Just no more tickling hockey." After finishing, he turns to the bartender after realizing his overemphasizing in his story knocked over his beer, "I'll have another."
"You poor guy." Danielle sighs, sorry for him partially because of his condition, partially because he's drunk off his.... "I'll buy you another. Let's go." Danielle takes Chris by the arm and leads him out. The light changes as the traffic stops, they walk across the street and end up in the park. Danielle hands Chris a cup, "Here, have a drink."
Disappointed, "Coffee?"
"Just drink it, I'm a nurse, it's good for you."
Chris drinks it and eventually accepts it, "You like taking walks in the park?"
"I like it, reminds me of nature."
"What the hell, maybe I'll get in a drunk fight and miss my appointment tomorrow."
"Don't worry, we can fill your appointment." She turns to the street. "See that building over there? Four out of five apartments got someone inside with cancer, or waiting to get it."
"Gees, I thought you were one of those happy nurses!"
"I'm saying this to cheer you up. We don't know you have cancer. You just started smoking, it's probably just a virus."
Chris laughs, "Right! You know what, I hate the park, where'd the bar go?" He turns and sees Victoria sitting on a bench drinking a coffee as she reads from a book. "Hey, how you doing?"
Victoria turns to see them, "Oh, hello. Lovely evening, the park, the night air." She takes a deep breath. "It gets so stuffy in those hotel rooms, good to get back to what little nature we have."
Danielle comes over, seeing her, "Victoria, what are you...?"
"Oh, well. Steven had stepped out to go to a store for a while, so I figured, I thought I might take a walk."
"You drink coffee?" Victoria nods. Chris hands her his, "Here you go, knock yourself out."
"Thanks." She accepts it. "Oh, won't you sit down?" She offers.
"No, I really gotta...."
"Sit." Danielle shoves Chris down, then sits beside them. "How's the stomach, Victoria?"
"I dunno, no better, no worse, I guess. Nothing yet, I still haven't told Steven." Chris laughs and Danielle elbows the drunk in his beer filled gut. Victoria continues, "Maybe I should just get this over with. But I don't feel right doing this, taking a life that has not yet had a chance to live."
"Well, as long as you're...."
"As long as I'm there." A car drives by, Tatu blasting out the rolled down windows. "Yea, you're playing my song!" She cheers and becomes wild.
Drunken Chris laughs, "Boy, you guys really are a hoot aren't you! You're the kinda people I'd like to party with, especially after a nice visit to the doctor. Thanks so much for dragging me out of that awful bar." Sarcasm. He stands up. "This has really been fun." He starts to walk off.
Danielle speaks up, "We'll see you Wednesday then?"
"What?"
"Your exam."
Nobody notices Brian Kendrick stagger onto the scene. Paul had hooked up with some hookers and Brian got lost in the city streets.
Chris takes out a cigarette and is speaking to Danielle still, "Look what do you know anyway? You're not a doctor, you're just a nurse!" Danielle just smiles and Chris feels around himself, "Got a light?" Victoria holds out her hand with a lighter and hands it to Chris. He lights it, then returns it, "Thanks."
"Well what do you have to say?" Danielle finally speaks up. "After what you do to your body."
As the trio talk, they finally notice cheerful Brian, "Hello."
"How are you?" Victoria smiles, another drunk in the park that night, how typical.
"Oh fine." He makes his way over. "Just taking a walk in the forest."
"More like a stagger." Chris snickers.
"You're one to talk." Danielle whispers.
"Are you drunk?" Chris asks.
"Yes."
"Terrible." Danielle and Victoria sigh.
"Wonderful!" Chris beams.
"How come you're carrying that empty bottle?" Danielle asks.
Brian looks at it, "Drinking from it, I'd imagine."
"Don't you usually hang out with that one guy?" Victoria asks.
"Paul London. Got hooked up in a bar with a buncha hookers, I'm married though."
"Lucky hu?" Chris smirked, also married.
"Yea." Brian sighs, looking up at the dark night sky. "Sometimes luck is hiding for a long time."