One Of Those Girls
[Inside a strip club somewhere in Sin City, Trey Vincent was staring at a bottle of beer on the bar in front of him. This, of course, was only because there wasn't a stripper currently stripping on stage in front of him.]
Female Voice: So, this is how you train for your big match?
[Puzzled, Trey Vincent turned around to find some chick who looked like an Avril Lavigne punk grrl wannabe.]
TV: Nice belt buckle. Wanna?
[She's wearing a "FUCK" belt buckle. A fuckle, if you will.]
Punk Girl: You don’t even know me, Trey.
TV: I’m famous. I’m on TV. Want a beer, whatever your name is? Or should I just call you Punk Girl?
PG: No, you shouldn’t call me that. Because I’m definitely not rated PG. More in the R/NC-17 area.
TV: You want to get with me, you better have the initials XXX, honey. Should I call you Xandra Xena Xaviera, or what?
PG: Kyra.
TV: So noted.
Kyra: So what brings you here tonight. It’s Valentine’s, man. Shouldn’t you be with some chick?
TV: Well, I was…
Caption: Two Hours Ago.
[The scene: Trey's apartment.]
Misty Waters: Trey, can we talk for a minute.
TV: Gotta go.
[Back to the present at the strip club.]
TV: Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with some…other chick playing scissors?
Kyra: You assume I’m a lesbian because I’m in a strip club?
TV: Well, yeah.
Kyra: I’m down with whoever’s the hottest person I can find at the time. Two beers please, honey?
Waitress: Sure thing.
TV: Thanks.
Kyra: For what? They’re both for me. Did you want one?
TV: You are so hot.
Kyra: Yeah I am. Man, when’s the next chick coming out?
TV: I suddenly don’t give a crap.
Kyra: What’s with the camera?
TV: I’m like Michael Moore. I just have cameras following me around because I’m important and every minute of my life has to be documented. Eventually, I’ll probably turn this into a promo if anything interesting happens where I can talk shit about Dr. Silaconne M. Plants and Luke Warm. And possibly Kevin the Pyromaniac just for shits.
[The beers arrive. She pays the waitress the cash in $1 bills.]
TV: You watch BOB?
Kyra: Hell yeah. Kay Fabe is hot as hell. Misty’s pretty hot, too. Think I could meet her?
TV: Do you like talking?
Kyra: Not so much. Oh, right. The flashback. You like to talk, Trey.
TV: Only if it’s about me or fucking.
[Kyra guzzles beer number one in a matter of seconds. She burps and slams the bottle down on the bar. Beer number two is then gone in a few more seconds. She again burps and wipes off her mouth with her fingers.]
Kyra: Mmm. Good stuff. Wanna? (She points at her belt buckle.) I’ll give you some great training for Plants and Warm. Best workout of your life.
[Trey smiles.]
Kyra: Is Kevin around?
TV: Uh, no. Why?
Kyra: Just making sure you won’t be tagging out to him at any point.
TV: I don’t need a tag partner to fuck you. Hell, I don’t even need a tag partner to beat Luke Warm and Plants at Totally Dead. You’ll both have to take my word on it for now. Kyra, I’m gonna prove it to you right now. Plants, Warm, whatever. I’ve gotta go. More important things. Hey, Kyra, would you mind trying to hit a Nipple Cutter on me, or maybe a STONECUTTER?
Kyra: I can’t wait to see your counter move.
TV: I call it the Shock And Awe.
[Cut.]