ACT 14: The Lobby
It's cramped, but not with people, but with furniture. Eric Bishoff was no longer at the front desk, he'd gone back into the room behind the elevator where he was getting ice. By the door outside the room, Ric Flair sat on one of the empty crates, whistled about Joy as Eric came back out and held the bucket full of ice.
"Finished?" Flair spoke up.
"No."
He takes the bucket from him, "Thanks. I appreciate it, I owe ya for all you've done."
"Bah, forget it."
"I won't, I can't. Eric, you know what we're going to do, me and Joy? We're going to get married and have a kid, and if it's a boy we'll name it Eric. Then when you come to visit…"
"Wake up!" The once calm cheery Bishoff is now raging as he slapped him across the face. "Is that the only way to get something through to you?"
"Eric, what's gotten into you…"
Bishoff is angry again, typical, "Why do you live like we live in a war? Why do you fight to kill?" His voice was low in that question.
"I told you what happened Eric! Joy understands, why can't you?"
"I never had Joy."
"I have." Flair speaks gently. "And I'll tell you one thing, boss. Even if it only lasts one day or one night, it's worth everything and anything in the world."
"That's all it did last I'm afraid…"
"What?"
"Before I came back down, it wasn't a Raw diva I was talking to. It was Amy, from SmackDown." He paused. "Joy is dead. Kurt found out about you and her and in some drunken rage shot her."
There was a brief pause as Flair looked at Bishoff, he felt stunned, his body went numb. He shook his head as though he couldn't believe what he just heard, but he knew Bishoff wouldn't lie about something like that. Eric held out his hands to him but Ric backed away, then suddenly turned and ran out the door. He ran out of the lobby, out of the hotel into the darkness of the city night.
His voice growls heavy, "Kurt. Kurt? Come and get me too Kurt!" DARKNESS!