Parallel - A Williams/Winston Joint RP
Aug 20, 2022 13:51:37 GMT
Ernie, kylewilliams, and 1 more like this
Post by Amelia Winston on Aug 20, 2022 13:51:37 GMT
The scene starts outside the local hospital, Kyle Williams comes hurtling out of the main doors in a wheelchair, he seems to be in a massive rush before turning a corner and almost colliding with Tilly Hughes, youtuber using Kyle as her own personal cashcow in order to get more hits on her site.
Tilly: Woah! Easy there. I was just coming to visit. They put you in a wheelchair?
Kyle: Huh? (He realises what she means and stands up) Oh no I just wanted it. Found it in some disabled kid’s room. Do you know you have to pay for medical care here? Screw that.
Tilly: You just left?
Kyle: Fled is more accurate.
Tilly: How are you feeling after that street fight?
Kyle: I mean not amazing, not only did I get busted open and like fully abused but it was me who took the pin as well. Never an easy pill to swallow.
Tilly: What about that end announcement? Once again you find yourself in the main event and another title shot.
Kyle: I’ll be honest with you Tessa it’s a bit of a weird one…
Tilly: My names Tilly
Kyle: …On the one hand, love me a title shot and yet another chance to become an inaugural champion. Plus, main event three times in a row!...
Tilly: I mean literally everyone was in the main event on the first show…
Kyle: …On the other, Amelia cheese grated me.
Tilly: Yeah right in the face.
Kyle: Literally in the face! This whole thing is messed up! We have a couple of interactions and all of a sudden we’re a tag team? I’ve never been in a tag match in my life! I work alone dammit!
In the middle of his little tantrum, he kicks the wheelchair, it rolls down a hill and after a moment a large screech and a bang is heard.
Tilly: What was that?
Kyle: Probably nothing, we should leave.
Tilly: This is becoming a frequent occurrence with you.
Kyle: You’re welcome.
Bang! Crash!
Amelia: Shit! Fuck!
‘Wildheart’ slams on the brakes of her cherry red 1988 Plymouth Reliant, blinking in surprise at what she’d just seen: a wheelchair bouncing down a hill, taking a funny hop off the curb and POW, nailing a scooter-riding young man right in the helmet, sending him sprawling out onto the road. Parking the car, she scrambles out and over to check on the rider on the thankfully quiet, for the moment at least, stretch of road.
Amelia: Hey buddy, try not to move too much, that was a rough-looking landing.
The man on the scooter is clearly dazed, blinking away the cobwebs as Amelia crouches down next to him.
Scooterguy: Di-did I just get hit with a wheelchair?
Amelia: Yup. Bet that wasn’t in your horoscope this morning, eh?
Scooterguy: I think I hurt my leg… does it look bad?
Amelia’s gaze runs down to the guy’s leg, visibly wincing.
Amelia: No! Maybe. A little. I don’t think your knee is supposed to bend that far to the right, yeah. But hey, good news!
Scooterguy: What’s that?
Amelia stands up, glancing around.
Amelia: There’s a hospital right up the hill and hey, we’ve already got a wheelchair for you.
We cut ahead a moment, Amelia pushing Scooterguy in the wheelchair along the sidewalk, uphill towards the hospital.
Amelia: You’re gonna be alright, Scooter.
Scooterguy: My name’s Jason actually.
Amelia: And I’m Amelia, nice to meet you despite the circumstances.
Scooterguy: Y’know, this’d be a heck of a way to meet in like a rom-com or something…
Amelia: Sure, just keep it PG because if you don’t I’mma let go of this chair and let you roll back down to your scooter.
Scooterguy: I’ll be good.
Amelia: Anyway, I’ll give you credit: you’re managing to have worse luck than me this week and that’s pretty impressive.
Scooterguy: If you wanna talk about it it might distract me from the searing knee pain.
Amelia: Alright, well I got cracked in the skull with a Sega Saturn, got salt and pepper spray in my eyes and missed a chance at becoming a champion again and now I have to partner up with a guy who I’m kinda buddies with but also kinda took a cheese grater to his face so, y’know, that relationship might be a little strained. And if we wanna have a chance at winning this thing we have to be on the same page because we’re going up against like two different teams of besties that have chemistry and stuff. And me and him, we have a little chemistry but also… cheese grater.
Scooterguy: Are you a pro wrestler or something?
Amelia: No, ping pong. We’re just super fucking competitive.
Scooterguy: Oh. If I make a joke about your eyes being well-seasoned now are you gonna drop me back down the hill?
Amelia: I wouldn’t risk it.
We fade out as Amelia finishes wheeling him up the hill and to the emergency room door, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before leaving him in the hands of the intake staff.
The next day, Kyle has returned to the hospital so they can check on his wound, as he walks through the hall, he notices a man in his mid-twenties in a room watching wrestling on the TV.
Kyle: Ah you don’t want to be watching this shite, Wrestleverse is where it’s at now.
Scooterguy: Ah yeah I’ve heard of that, you a fan?
Kyle: Fan? Buddy, I'm the main attraction there.
Scooterguy: You’re a wrestler? That’s awesome! Ah, I've always dreamed of being one. I suppose that won’t be happening for a while now after the scooter accident.
Kyle: (Oblivious) Well that’s your problem right there. First of all you want to be having less scooter accidents, ideally none at all. Secondly, get yourself down to Bruno’s. Great local gym with plenty of equipment and a wrestling ring.
Scooterguy: Bruno’s eh?
Kyle: That’s the one. Tell them Ricardo sent you.
Scooterguy: Thanks Ricardo.
Kyle: (Laughing to himself) No worries man.
We open on Amelia walking down a hospital hallway, carrying a large paper bag in one hand and a bunch of balloons in the other, checking room numbers as she strolls before stopping at one and stepping inside.
Amelia: Hey Scooter, how you feelin’?
The young man in question looks up from his hospital bed, smiling when he sees Winston.
Scooterguy: Hey! They gave me percocets so I’m goooooood. Did you come all the way over here just to check on me?
Amelia: Pretty much, yeah. And I figured I’d maybe steal some hospital jello too. Hospital jello just hits different, y’know? Anyway, brought you a care package.
Amelia hands him the paper bag before tying off the balloons to the arm rail of the hospital bed while the injured man takes a get well card from the bag with a drawing of someone on a scooter getting brained by a wheelchair.
Scooterguy: Seriously?
Amelia: Hallmark doesn’t miss a thing, my man.
He also removes two packs of beef jerky and a six-pack of MegaSpark Mango Melon Mayhem as Amelia settles in to a chair, putting her feet up on the side of the bed.
Scooterguy: You mind if I put some wrestling on? I was talking to a guy earlier today, he told me about this place called Wrestleverse.
Amelia: Sure, whatever works for you.
With a few taps on a remote the hospital TV flicks on, channels flipping until we settle on a replay of Eternal #2.
Scooterguy: Hey, is that… a combo Pizza Hut and Taco Bell?
Amelia: I think so-
Scooterguy: Holy shit, that’s you! You don’t play ping pong! You don’t play ping pong at all!
On the TV we see Amelia and Kyle Williams in the ring, Amelia about to go to town with the cheese grater.
Scooterguy: You grated Ricardo!
Amelia: Who the fuck is Ricardo?!
Scooterguy gestures to the TV.
Scooterguy: Ricardo! I saw him at the hospital earlier today! He was really nice, told me when I’m healed up to check out Bruno’s gym for a place to train. I love pro wrestling. I already picked out my nickname, I’m gonna be Jason the Sensa-
Amelia: Scooter is better. Go with Scooter. Bruno’s gym… well, I already worked out once today but a little more training never hurt anyone.
Amelia rises to her feet, grabbing a can from the six-pack and giving him a pat on his non-injured leg as she heads for the door.
Amelia: Get some rest Scooter, I’ll see you around!
Scooterguy: It’s Jason!
Amelia shouts over her shoulder as she heads out into the hallway and we fade out.
Amelia: No, it’s Scooter!
The following day at Bruno’s gym, Kyle has just finished working out and getting changed in the locker room. Tilly knocks on the door.
Tilly: Knock knock.
Kyle: You don’t need to say knock if you’re actually knocking.
Tilly: I’m asking to come in.
Kyle: Sure.
Tilly: Training for your Desks, lifts and stools match?
Kyle: I mean I would if I knew what the hell it was. I think the best I can do here is just prepare for anything and be pleasantly surprised when I don’t get seriously injured. Might go to a furniture store later for some research I guess. Maybe get myself some protective gear.
Tilly: How are you feeling about being part of a tag team?
Kyle: Yeah about that, I might give Danny a ring and just call off the whole thing. Think it’s gunna be a complete disaster.
Tilly: Well you and Amelia seem to share a kind of bond already. Why not take advantage of that and grab the titles whilst you're at it?
Kyle: A bond? We work together. Yes we’ve interacted for both previous shows but it’s not like we have any experience working together as a team. And you know what? We’re booked for a match together and I haven’t heard from her once! If we really did share a bond I’m pretty sure we would have at least spoken by now!
Tilly: Well have you reached out to her?
Kyle: She cheese grated me! Look if the universe wanted us to team up so bad then I’m sure there would be a sign or two. I’m here to capture singles gold, to prove once and for all that I can stand toe to toe with any other athlete on that roster and I don’t need anybody’s help to do it.
Tilly: It feels like you’re missing a huge opportunity here. They’ll be plenty of chances to show everyone what you can do on your own, but you might not get another shot at this.
Before Kyle gets a chance to respond, Bruno the owner of the gym comes in, he hands Kyle a letter.
Bruno: This was left in the office, seems it was meant for you.
Kyle: Mysterious hand written letters delivered to wrestlers? I thought that was my thing.
Kyle reads the letter slowly, his eyes become wide as he does and his smile fades as he grips the letter more firmly.
Tilly: Everything okay?
Kyle: Huh? Oh right. Yeah all fine.
Tilly: Well I was hoping we could…
Kyle: No more today. I have stuff to do.
Tilly: Oh right. When can we meet next?
Kyle: I dunno I’ll call you. Gotta go.
Kyle stuffs the letter into his pocket and stands. Without even glancing at Tilly he makes his way towards the exit, walking with purpose. Just as he reaches the door he notices Amelia Winston about to enter. He stops dead in his tracks and looks at her for a moment. A smile slowly creeps across his face.
Kyle: Huh, well what do you know?
Amelia breaks into a little grin.
PraAmelia: ‘Sup, Ricardo? I think we got some business to discuss, eh?
Tilly: Woah! Easy there. I was just coming to visit. They put you in a wheelchair?
Kyle: Huh? (He realises what she means and stands up) Oh no I just wanted it. Found it in some disabled kid’s room. Do you know you have to pay for medical care here? Screw that.
Tilly: You just left?
Kyle: Fled is more accurate.
Tilly: How are you feeling after that street fight?
Kyle: I mean not amazing, not only did I get busted open and like fully abused but it was me who took the pin as well. Never an easy pill to swallow.
Tilly: What about that end announcement? Once again you find yourself in the main event and another title shot.
Kyle: I’ll be honest with you Tessa it’s a bit of a weird one…
Tilly: My names Tilly
Kyle: …On the one hand, love me a title shot and yet another chance to become an inaugural champion. Plus, main event three times in a row!...
Tilly: I mean literally everyone was in the main event on the first show…
Kyle: …On the other, Amelia cheese grated me.
Tilly: Yeah right in the face.
Kyle: Literally in the face! This whole thing is messed up! We have a couple of interactions and all of a sudden we’re a tag team? I’ve never been in a tag match in my life! I work alone dammit!
In the middle of his little tantrum, he kicks the wheelchair, it rolls down a hill and after a moment a large screech and a bang is heard.
Tilly: What was that?
Kyle: Probably nothing, we should leave.
Tilly: This is becoming a frequent occurrence with you.
Kyle: You’re welcome.
Bang! Crash!
Amelia: Shit! Fuck!
‘Wildheart’ slams on the brakes of her cherry red 1988 Plymouth Reliant, blinking in surprise at what she’d just seen: a wheelchair bouncing down a hill, taking a funny hop off the curb and POW, nailing a scooter-riding young man right in the helmet, sending him sprawling out onto the road. Parking the car, she scrambles out and over to check on the rider on the thankfully quiet, for the moment at least, stretch of road.
Amelia: Hey buddy, try not to move too much, that was a rough-looking landing.
The man on the scooter is clearly dazed, blinking away the cobwebs as Amelia crouches down next to him.
Scooterguy: Di-did I just get hit with a wheelchair?
Amelia: Yup. Bet that wasn’t in your horoscope this morning, eh?
Scooterguy: I think I hurt my leg… does it look bad?
Amelia’s gaze runs down to the guy’s leg, visibly wincing.
Amelia: No! Maybe. A little. I don’t think your knee is supposed to bend that far to the right, yeah. But hey, good news!
Scooterguy: What’s that?
Amelia stands up, glancing around.
Amelia: There’s a hospital right up the hill and hey, we’ve already got a wheelchair for you.
We cut ahead a moment, Amelia pushing Scooterguy in the wheelchair along the sidewalk, uphill towards the hospital.
Amelia: You’re gonna be alright, Scooter.
Scooterguy: My name’s Jason actually.
Amelia: And I’m Amelia, nice to meet you despite the circumstances.
Scooterguy: Y’know, this’d be a heck of a way to meet in like a rom-com or something…
Amelia: Sure, just keep it PG because if you don’t I’mma let go of this chair and let you roll back down to your scooter.
Scooterguy: I’ll be good.
Amelia: Anyway, I’ll give you credit: you’re managing to have worse luck than me this week and that’s pretty impressive.
Scooterguy: If you wanna talk about it it might distract me from the searing knee pain.
Amelia: Alright, well I got cracked in the skull with a Sega Saturn, got salt and pepper spray in my eyes and missed a chance at becoming a champion again and now I have to partner up with a guy who I’m kinda buddies with but also kinda took a cheese grater to his face so, y’know, that relationship might be a little strained. And if we wanna have a chance at winning this thing we have to be on the same page because we’re going up against like two different teams of besties that have chemistry and stuff. And me and him, we have a little chemistry but also… cheese grater.
Scooterguy: Are you a pro wrestler or something?
Amelia: No, ping pong. We’re just super fucking competitive.
Scooterguy: Oh. If I make a joke about your eyes being well-seasoned now are you gonna drop me back down the hill?
Amelia: I wouldn’t risk it.
We fade out as Amelia finishes wheeling him up the hill and to the emergency room door, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before leaving him in the hands of the intake staff.
The next day, Kyle has returned to the hospital so they can check on his wound, as he walks through the hall, he notices a man in his mid-twenties in a room watching wrestling on the TV.
Kyle: Ah you don’t want to be watching this shite, Wrestleverse is where it’s at now.
Scooterguy: Ah yeah I’ve heard of that, you a fan?
Kyle: Fan? Buddy, I'm the main attraction there.
Scooterguy: You’re a wrestler? That’s awesome! Ah, I've always dreamed of being one. I suppose that won’t be happening for a while now after the scooter accident.
Kyle: (Oblivious) Well that’s your problem right there. First of all you want to be having less scooter accidents, ideally none at all. Secondly, get yourself down to Bruno’s. Great local gym with plenty of equipment and a wrestling ring.
Scooterguy: Bruno’s eh?
Kyle: That’s the one. Tell them Ricardo sent you.
Scooterguy: Thanks Ricardo.
Kyle: (Laughing to himself) No worries man.
We open on Amelia walking down a hospital hallway, carrying a large paper bag in one hand and a bunch of balloons in the other, checking room numbers as she strolls before stopping at one and stepping inside.
Amelia: Hey Scooter, how you feelin’?
The young man in question looks up from his hospital bed, smiling when he sees Winston.
Scooterguy: Hey! They gave me percocets so I’m goooooood. Did you come all the way over here just to check on me?
Amelia: Pretty much, yeah. And I figured I’d maybe steal some hospital jello too. Hospital jello just hits different, y’know? Anyway, brought you a care package.
Amelia hands him the paper bag before tying off the balloons to the arm rail of the hospital bed while the injured man takes a get well card from the bag with a drawing of someone on a scooter getting brained by a wheelchair.
Scooterguy: Seriously?
Amelia: Hallmark doesn’t miss a thing, my man.
He also removes two packs of beef jerky and a six-pack of MegaSpark Mango Melon Mayhem as Amelia settles in to a chair, putting her feet up on the side of the bed.
Scooterguy: You mind if I put some wrestling on? I was talking to a guy earlier today, he told me about this place called Wrestleverse.
Amelia: Sure, whatever works for you.
With a few taps on a remote the hospital TV flicks on, channels flipping until we settle on a replay of Eternal #2.
Scooterguy: Hey, is that… a combo Pizza Hut and Taco Bell?
Amelia: I think so-
Scooterguy: Holy shit, that’s you! You don’t play ping pong! You don’t play ping pong at all!
On the TV we see Amelia and Kyle Williams in the ring, Amelia about to go to town with the cheese grater.
Scooterguy: You grated Ricardo!
Amelia: Who the fuck is Ricardo?!
Scooterguy gestures to the TV.
Scooterguy: Ricardo! I saw him at the hospital earlier today! He was really nice, told me when I’m healed up to check out Bruno’s gym for a place to train. I love pro wrestling. I already picked out my nickname, I’m gonna be Jason the Sensa-
Amelia: Scooter is better. Go with Scooter. Bruno’s gym… well, I already worked out once today but a little more training never hurt anyone.
Amelia rises to her feet, grabbing a can from the six-pack and giving him a pat on his non-injured leg as she heads for the door.
Amelia: Get some rest Scooter, I’ll see you around!
Scooterguy: It’s Jason!
Amelia shouts over her shoulder as she heads out into the hallway and we fade out.
Amelia: No, it’s Scooter!
The following day at Bruno’s gym, Kyle has just finished working out and getting changed in the locker room. Tilly knocks on the door.
Tilly: Knock knock.
Kyle: You don’t need to say knock if you’re actually knocking.
Tilly: I’m asking to come in.
Kyle: Sure.
Tilly: Training for your Desks, lifts and stools match?
Kyle: I mean I would if I knew what the hell it was. I think the best I can do here is just prepare for anything and be pleasantly surprised when I don’t get seriously injured. Might go to a furniture store later for some research I guess. Maybe get myself some protective gear.
Tilly: How are you feeling about being part of a tag team?
Kyle: Yeah about that, I might give Danny a ring and just call off the whole thing. Think it’s gunna be a complete disaster.
Tilly: Well you and Amelia seem to share a kind of bond already. Why not take advantage of that and grab the titles whilst you're at it?
Kyle: A bond? We work together. Yes we’ve interacted for both previous shows but it’s not like we have any experience working together as a team. And you know what? We’re booked for a match together and I haven’t heard from her once! If we really did share a bond I’m pretty sure we would have at least spoken by now!
Tilly: Well have you reached out to her?
Kyle: She cheese grated me! Look if the universe wanted us to team up so bad then I’m sure there would be a sign or two. I’m here to capture singles gold, to prove once and for all that I can stand toe to toe with any other athlete on that roster and I don’t need anybody’s help to do it.
Tilly: It feels like you’re missing a huge opportunity here. They’ll be plenty of chances to show everyone what you can do on your own, but you might not get another shot at this.
Before Kyle gets a chance to respond, Bruno the owner of the gym comes in, he hands Kyle a letter.
Bruno: This was left in the office, seems it was meant for you.
Kyle: Mysterious hand written letters delivered to wrestlers? I thought that was my thing.
Kyle reads the letter slowly, his eyes become wide as he does and his smile fades as he grips the letter more firmly.
Tilly: Everything okay?
Kyle: Huh? Oh right. Yeah all fine.
Tilly: Well I was hoping we could…
Kyle: No more today. I have stuff to do.
Tilly: Oh right. When can we meet next?
Kyle: I dunno I’ll call you. Gotta go.
Kyle stuffs the letter into his pocket and stands. Without even glancing at Tilly he makes his way towards the exit, walking with purpose. Just as he reaches the door he notices Amelia Winston about to enter. He stops dead in his tracks and looks at her for a moment. A smile slowly creeps across his face.
Kyle: Huh, well what do you know?
Amelia breaks into a little grin.
PraAmelia: ‘Sup, Ricardo? I think we got some business to discuss, eh?