Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 16:52:45 GMT
Youth strolls through one of the hallways backstage, and when he turns the corner he nearly runs head long into S.O.B. The surly black man scuttles out of the way, eyeing Youth as he surveys the scene. All of The Enhancement Talent are posted up outside of a door, whispering among themselves and looking overly excited. At the sight of Youth the communication comes to a halt, and they all glance down at the floor like little kids who were caught doing something they knew they shouldn't be doing. Youth leans up against the wall beside the door, and crosses his arms over his chest, allowing his gaze to fall on each one of them suspiciously.
YOUTH: Alright, what are you guy's up to?
'Country Fine' James Radford risks eye contact for just a moment, sheepishly stepping forward.
JAMES RADFORD: Well, you see Mr. Youth, that is Julliet Brooks' dressing room, and we're all real big fans of Boardwalk and Mrs. Brooks. I guess we were hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of her before her big match tonight.
When he finishes he falls back inline with the others, eyes lowering back to the floor in embarrassment. Youth, on the other hand, beams from ear to ear, and steps back out to the center of the hall with a shrug.
YOUTH: Have any of you guys though of maybe just knocking on the door?
All eyes flash up in surprise and horror as Youth steps up to the frame, and wraps three times on the door. Behind his back, The Enhancement Talent scatter, The Lost Boyz taking refuge behind a stack of crates further down the hall, and S.O.B. and Radford steeling around the corner to hug the wall. Some shuffling can be heard from inside the room, and then the door suddenly comes open, and there she is, none other than Julliet Brooks. She takes stock of the man standing before her, recognizing him from some of the posters around the park. Her eyebrow raises at the boyish grin still splayed on his face, but especially when he suavely puts his hand out to the door frame, and leans in.
YOUTH: Wow! Julliet Brooks....You're even prettier in person than you are on T.V. But anyways, that's not why I'm here. These guys are real big fans of yours, but they didn't want to seem like marks and ask you for an autograph or anything, so I figured I'd show them how it's done and just give your door a knock.
Julliet looks past Youth, first to the left, and then to the right, and both eyebrows arch once more.
JULLIET BROOKS: What guys?
Youth gave a confused expression, and then turned around to view the empty hallway in surprise. He chuckled a bit, before turning back to Julliet Brooks with a half smile, and bringing his hand up to rub the tension building in his neck.
YOUTH: Looks like they were a little more nervous than I thought.
JULLIET BROOKS: If anyone should be nervous it should be me, but tonight I'm going to learn to put that aside and show everyone why they call me the capitalizer.
YOUTH: That's the spirit. Besides, the guy your facing is Norwegian, and Norway hasn't done anything in the past hundred years other than provide the backdrop for that video game, 'Skyrim'. Looking at Mikael's win/loss record, I'd say he took an arrow to the knee.
Youth winks after the last comment, and flashes a smile. She chuckles and puts a hand on his shoulder.
JULLIET BROOKS: I honestly don't think everyone is ready for what is about to transpire considering the amount of training I put into this match and based on obervation I don't feel my opponent is prepared mentally and psychically. That my friend will cost him a victory here tonight.
Youth melts a little under her touch, and a stupid smile replaced the practiced grin. He quickly recovers himself, however, though he does have to clear his throat before speaking again.
YOUTH: I tell you what, you go handle your business, and after I'll take you on a tour of the park. Sound good?
JULLIET BROOKS: That sounds like an excellent idea. Oh, one more thing. I forgot to give you this as a token for your kindness.
She pulls out a T-shirt from the back of her pocket, hands it over then smiles and proceeds to leave to get ready. Youth stares down at the shirt in his hand as the door closes, and he whistles before tossing it over his shoulder and turning to continue down the hall. The Enhancement Talent fall out of their hiding places and block his path, a look of utter astonishment on their faces.
PAN: DUDE! You have a date with Julliet Brooks!
YOUTH: Well, I don't know whether I'd call it a date or not....
RUFIO: Smooth Criminal!
S.O.B.: You cracka's don't know shit! That fine looking woman right there wouldn't have anything to do with this greasy looking milk dud. She's got more dignified taste than that. Now, a learned black man with some age, that she might go for.
Everyone continues to ignore S.O.B. as they pat Youth on the back and continue their chatter.
YOUTH: Look guys, it's a professional courtesy. She's a long way from home, and I just figured I'd roll out the red carpet. It's not like we're going steady or anything, it's just a stroll around the park.
JAMES RADFORD: So that's what they're calling it now.
Youth rolls his eyes, and tosses the Julliet Brooks t-shirt to S.O.B. who snatches it out of the air, and turns his back on the others so that can't see the tears welling in his eyes.
YOUTH: Got you a t-shirt, fellas, best I could do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go brush my teeth, and come my...'greasy' hair.
The boys cat call Youth as he waves them off, and skips on down the hallway. S.O.B. continues staring at his prize, bringing it up and taking a huge whiff.
S.O.B.: Lord-A-Mercy....I love's me some a dat Brooks.
The Scene cuts back to ringside.
YOUTH: Alright, what are you guy's up to?
'Country Fine' James Radford risks eye contact for just a moment, sheepishly stepping forward.
JAMES RADFORD: Well, you see Mr. Youth, that is Julliet Brooks' dressing room, and we're all real big fans of Boardwalk and Mrs. Brooks. I guess we were hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of her before her big match tonight.
When he finishes he falls back inline with the others, eyes lowering back to the floor in embarrassment. Youth, on the other hand, beams from ear to ear, and steps back out to the center of the hall with a shrug.
YOUTH: Have any of you guys though of maybe just knocking on the door?
All eyes flash up in surprise and horror as Youth steps up to the frame, and wraps three times on the door. Behind his back, The Enhancement Talent scatter, The Lost Boyz taking refuge behind a stack of crates further down the hall, and S.O.B. and Radford steeling around the corner to hug the wall. Some shuffling can be heard from inside the room, and then the door suddenly comes open, and there she is, none other than Julliet Brooks. She takes stock of the man standing before her, recognizing him from some of the posters around the park. Her eyebrow raises at the boyish grin still splayed on his face, but especially when he suavely puts his hand out to the door frame, and leans in.
YOUTH: Wow! Julliet Brooks....You're even prettier in person than you are on T.V. But anyways, that's not why I'm here. These guys are real big fans of yours, but they didn't want to seem like marks and ask you for an autograph or anything, so I figured I'd show them how it's done and just give your door a knock.
Julliet looks past Youth, first to the left, and then to the right, and both eyebrows arch once more.
JULLIET BROOKS: What guys?
Youth gave a confused expression, and then turned around to view the empty hallway in surprise. He chuckled a bit, before turning back to Julliet Brooks with a half smile, and bringing his hand up to rub the tension building in his neck.
YOUTH: Looks like they were a little more nervous than I thought.
JULLIET BROOKS: If anyone should be nervous it should be me, but tonight I'm going to learn to put that aside and show everyone why they call me the capitalizer.
YOUTH: That's the spirit. Besides, the guy your facing is Norwegian, and Norway hasn't done anything in the past hundred years other than provide the backdrop for that video game, 'Skyrim'. Looking at Mikael's win/loss record, I'd say he took an arrow to the knee.
Youth winks after the last comment, and flashes a smile. She chuckles and puts a hand on his shoulder.
JULLIET BROOKS: I honestly don't think everyone is ready for what is about to transpire considering the amount of training I put into this match and based on obervation I don't feel my opponent is prepared mentally and psychically. That my friend will cost him a victory here tonight.
Youth melts a little under her touch, and a stupid smile replaced the practiced grin. He quickly recovers himself, however, though he does have to clear his throat before speaking again.
YOUTH: I tell you what, you go handle your business, and after I'll take you on a tour of the park. Sound good?
JULLIET BROOKS: That sounds like an excellent idea. Oh, one more thing. I forgot to give you this as a token for your kindness.
She pulls out a T-shirt from the back of her pocket, hands it over then smiles and proceeds to leave to get ready. Youth stares down at the shirt in his hand as the door closes, and he whistles before tossing it over his shoulder and turning to continue down the hall. The Enhancement Talent fall out of their hiding places and block his path, a look of utter astonishment on their faces.
PAN: DUDE! You have a date with Julliet Brooks!
YOUTH: Well, I don't know whether I'd call it a date or not....
RUFIO: Smooth Criminal!
S.O.B.: You cracka's don't know shit! That fine looking woman right there wouldn't have anything to do with this greasy looking milk dud. She's got more dignified taste than that. Now, a learned black man with some age, that she might go for.
Everyone continues to ignore S.O.B. as they pat Youth on the back and continue their chatter.
YOUTH: Look guys, it's a professional courtesy. She's a long way from home, and I just figured I'd roll out the red carpet. It's not like we're going steady or anything, it's just a stroll around the park.
JAMES RADFORD: So that's what they're calling it now.
Youth rolls his eyes, and tosses the Julliet Brooks t-shirt to S.O.B. who snatches it out of the air, and turns his back on the others so that can't see the tears welling in his eyes.
YOUTH: Got you a t-shirt, fellas, best I could do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go brush my teeth, and come my...'greasy' hair.
The boys cat call Youth as he waves them off, and skips on down the hallway. S.O.B. continues staring at his prize, bringing it up and taking a huge whiff.
S.O.B.: Lord-A-Mercy....I love's me some a dat Brooks.
The Scene cuts back to ringside.