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CASSIDY: If you'd just listen to me you'll see that ... maybe this isn't so bad!
ICE TRE: "Isn't so bad?" You CRAZY or somethin'? Lost yo' damn mind? This is WORSE than bad... This is the WORST!
Cassidy, behind the wheel, frowned a bit; due both to Tre's lack of foresight as well as the asshole who'd just pulled out in front of him. He accelerated, positioning his modest rental car directly behind the aforementioned asshole. Tre, riding shotgun, continued his obnoxious tirade. Cass couldn't help but think that Tre should be saving his energy for the rmo taping they were on their way to.
ICE TRE: I been out the public eye, out the SPOTLIGHT for what feels like MONTHS!
CASSIDY: It *has* been months--
ICE TRE: The peoplez need to know I'm out there, son! They need to know I'm still grindin'! Still in the mix! Still representin'! ... still stirrin' the puddin'! Check it out, Cassanova! I missed an Aggression or two. I missed Wrestlestock. Now the office be tellin' me I ain't even BOOKED at Russian Roulette? Sean Stevenz be duckin' me like a buster -- fine. I can DEAL with that. I been dealin' with fools dodgin', jukin', and jiving 'round me my whole LIFE! Ain't nothin' new to Ice Tre.
CASSIDY: I'm ... not convinced Triple X is ducking you, per se. More than that, Tre ... you've appeared on nearly every show EPW has held since your injury.
ICE TRE: Me bein' there, sittin' on a stool, spittin' game at the world -- ain't the same as me droppin' the STREETS on some hapless sucka. It ain't the same as performing. In the ring. Lights, camera ... Action. One-two-three, and your WINNER ... and STILL King of the Streets ... Ice Tre. The peoplez need to see it, Cass. They be CLAMMORIN'--
CASSIDY: I am well aware of the clammor, Tre. The clammor has been off the charts. But would you please ... just ... LISTEN?
Silence broken by a passing carhorn.
ICE TRE: Fine. I'm listening.
Surprised, Cassidy turned to Tre as they came to a halt at a red light. He waited a moment and it quickly returned to green. They sped down the road.
CASSIDY: While it may be true that you haven't wrestled in weeks--
ICE TRE: Months, son!
CASSIDY: --you've still had a prescence on the programming--
ICE TRE: Whatever, man. My contract up after Russian Roulette and I ain't even on the show?
CASSIDY: --you'll BE on the show, Tre--
ICE TRE: Not the same!
Stewart dramatically slammed on the brakes and Tre smacked his head on the dashboard, woefully unprepared for the sudden stop.
CASSIDY: LISTEN! I'm only going to explain this to you ONCE!
Another driver beeped behind them before angrily buzzing past them, hurtling obscenities. Cassidy sighed as he pulled them over to the side of the road. Tre folded his arms dismissively and stared out the passengers side window -- clearly uninterested. Likely in pain.
CASSIDY: Who's in your crosshairs, Tre? Who do you want to take down more than ANYONE?
Tre snapped towards him, eyes piercing ... ish.
ICE TRE: Fool, you KNOW who! Sean Stevenz! Thought you was gonna 'SPLAIN somethin' to me! Get on with it!
CASSIDY: Fine! I'm going to shoot straight with you, Tre. Going to be totally honest; he looks at you as less than a pest at this point.
Cass quickly realized how harsh that sounded, took an even quicker breath, and pressed on.
CASSIDY: He beat you in the early rounds of a tournament that he would go on to WIN.
ICE TRE: He DID? ... I thought *I* won that match!
CASSIDY: Uh, no. You lost. Pretty dramatically, too, if I recall. Remember? That was when he broke your rib? Dislocated your shoulder? Gave you a concussion?
Tre shrugged it off.
ICE TRE: Oh yeah. THAT match.
CASSIDY: Yeah, that match. You've been taking your shots at him, here and there since. But he's been able to swat you away.
ICE TRE: WHAT?
CASSIDY: Tre, he's the #1 Contender for a very, very respected title in this business. He's been able to almost TOTALLY omit you from his memory. To him? You've been defeated. He put you out--
ICE TRE: I. Ain't. Out.
CASSIDY: But he PUT you out.
ICE TRE: I'm comin' BACK!
Eureka. Cassidy grinned, pointing a finger at Tre emphatically.
CASSIDY: And the timing ... is PERFECT.
ICE TRE: Right! I *should* be having my rematch with him at Russian--
Now Cassidy would raise his voice, eyes clenched shut.
CASSIDY: BUT YOU'RE NOT! ... GET OVER IT! EPW has until that program goes off the air to decide whether or not to renew your contract! I will admit, we'd probably be in a better position if you'd wrestled on every show leading up, but you HAVEN'T! So, we improvise. Go with our strengths. You remember Wrestleverse II? You went out there and put yourself in EVERYBODY'S FACE! You "put the world on blast"!
ICE TRE: ... you told me I was stupid for doin' that!
CASSIDY: And I was right! But ... you are who you are, Tre.
He shrugged again, this time in agreement.
CASSIDY: Right now? Triple X is distracted. He knows he has his plate full at Roulette. You're just a distant afterthought to him. Put him on the back burner for now.
Tre shook his head and crossed his arms once more.
CASSIDY: You need to focus on convincing EPW to resign you first. And you can DO THAT at Russian Roulette.
Tre suddenly produced his sunglasses and slapped them on, lips pursed together.
ICE TRE: I can do that AND target the Triple!.
Cass shook his head.
CASSIDY: No. That's not what I'm saying. Listen--
ICE TRE: You listen. Ice Tre is not JUST a pest. I'm MORE than JUST a pest! Sean Stevenz put me outta his mind? GOOD, B_TCH! I LIKE that! I'mma capitalize on that--
CASSIDY: NO! You are going to do what you do, Tre. You're going to go to that pay-per-view and make a huge ... spectacle ... of yourself. The biggest spectacle EVER. You've got to ... to ... to REPRESENT like no other! ... But you've got to wait on the Stevens thing. Trust me on this.
Tre found a way to frown even further.
ICE TRE: But the people. The ... clammorin'.
Cass set an assuring hand on Tre's shoulder.
CASSIDY: I know. I know. Let it build. Stevens isn't going anywhere. And who knows ... after Roulette he could be the World Champion! The world is clammorin' for you to get some gold. Right?
Tre smiled, immediately relaxing.
ICE TRE: I got you.
And Cass soon followed. Success.
CASSIDY: This isn't a bad thing, Tre. This could be good. Very good.
They pulled back into traffic carefully and we slowly FADE OUT.
CASSIDY: Now, let's get you to this promo taping.
ICE TRE: "Isn't so bad?" You CRAZY or somethin'? Lost yo' damn mind? This is WORSE than bad... This is the WORST!
Cassidy, behind the wheel, frowned a bit; due both to Tre's lack of foresight as well as the asshole who'd just pulled out in front of him. He accelerated, positioning his modest rental car directly behind the aforementioned asshole. Tre, riding shotgun, continued his obnoxious tirade. Cass couldn't help but think that Tre should be saving his energy for the rmo taping they were on their way to.
ICE TRE: I been out the public eye, out the SPOTLIGHT for what feels like MONTHS!
CASSIDY: It *has* been months--
ICE TRE: The peoplez need to know I'm out there, son! They need to know I'm still grindin'! Still in the mix! Still representin'! ... still stirrin' the puddin'! Check it out, Cassanova! I missed an Aggression or two. I missed Wrestlestock. Now the office be tellin' me I ain't even BOOKED at Russian Roulette? Sean Stevenz be duckin' me like a buster -- fine. I can DEAL with that. I been dealin' with fools dodgin', jukin', and jiving 'round me my whole LIFE! Ain't nothin' new to Ice Tre.
CASSIDY: I'm ... not convinced Triple X is ducking you, per se. More than that, Tre ... you've appeared on nearly every show EPW has held since your injury.
ICE TRE: Me bein' there, sittin' on a stool, spittin' game at the world -- ain't the same as me droppin' the STREETS on some hapless sucka. It ain't the same as performing. In the ring. Lights, camera ... Action. One-two-three, and your WINNER ... and STILL King of the Streets ... Ice Tre. The peoplez need to see it, Cass. They be CLAMMORIN'--
CASSIDY: I am well aware of the clammor, Tre. The clammor has been off the charts. But would you please ... just ... LISTEN?
Silence broken by a passing carhorn.
ICE TRE: Fine. I'm listening.
Surprised, Cassidy turned to Tre as they came to a halt at a red light. He waited a moment and it quickly returned to green. They sped down the road.
CASSIDY: While it may be true that you haven't wrestled in weeks--
ICE TRE: Months, son!
CASSIDY: --you've still had a prescence on the programming--
ICE TRE: Whatever, man. My contract up after Russian Roulette and I ain't even on the show?
CASSIDY: --you'll BE on the show, Tre--
ICE TRE: Not the same!
Stewart dramatically slammed on the brakes and Tre smacked his head on the dashboard, woefully unprepared for the sudden stop.
CASSIDY: LISTEN! I'm only going to explain this to you ONCE!
Another driver beeped behind them before angrily buzzing past them, hurtling obscenities. Cassidy sighed as he pulled them over to the side of the road. Tre folded his arms dismissively and stared out the passengers side window -- clearly uninterested. Likely in pain.
CASSIDY: Who's in your crosshairs, Tre? Who do you want to take down more than ANYONE?
Tre snapped towards him, eyes piercing ... ish.
ICE TRE: Fool, you KNOW who! Sean Stevenz! Thought you was gonna 'SPLAIN somethin' to me! Get on with it!
CASSIDY: Fine! I'm going to shoot straight with you, Tre. Going to be totally honest; he looks at you as less than a pest at this point.
Cass quickly realized how harsh that sounded, took an even quicker breath, and pressed on.
CASSIDY: He beat you in the early rounds of a tournament that he would go on to WIN.
ICE TRE: He DID? ... I thought *I* won that match!
CASSIDY: Uh, no. You lost. Pretty dramatically, too, if I recall. Remember? That was when he broke your rib? Dislocated your shoulder? Gave you a concussion?
Tre shrugged it off.
ICE TRE: Oh yeah. THAT match.
CASSIDY: Yeah, that match. You've been taking your shots at him, here and there since. But he's been able to swat you away.
ICE TRE: WHAT?
CASSIDY: Tre, he's the #1 Contender for a very, very respected title in this business. He's been able to almost TOTALLY omit you from his memory. To him? You've been defeated. He put you out--
ICE TRE: I. Ain't. Out.
CASSIDY: But he PUT you out.
ICE TRE: I'm comin' BACK!
Eureka. Cassidy grinned, pointing a finger at Tre emphatically.
CASSIDY: And the timing ... is PERFECT.
ICE TRE: Right! I *should* be having my rematch with him at Russian--
Now Cassidy would raise his voice, eyes clenched shut.
CASSIDY: BUT YOU'RE NOT! ... GET OVER IT! EPW has until that program goes off the air to decide whether or not to renew your contract! I will admit, we'd probably be in a better position if you'd wrestled on every show leading up, but you HAVEN'T! So, we improvise. Go with our strengths. You remember Wrestleverse II? You went out there and put yourself in EVERYBODY'S FACE! You "put the world on blast"!
ICE TRE: ... you told me I was stupid for doin' that!
CASSIDY: And I was right! But ... you are who you are, Tre.
He shrugged again, this time in agreement.
CASSIDY: Right now? Triple X is distracted. He knows he has his plate full at Roulette. You're just a distant afterthought to him. Put him on the back burner for now.
Tre shook his head and crossed his arms once more.
CASSIDY: You need to focus on convincing EPW to resign you first. And you can DO THAT at Russian Roulette.
Tre suddenly produced his sunglasses and slapped them on, lips pursed together.
ICE TRE: I can do that AND target the Triple!.
Cass shook his head.
CASSIDY: No. That's not what I'm saying. Listen--
ICE TRE: You listen. Ice Tre is not JUST a pest. I'm MORE than JUST a pest! Sean Stevenz put me outta his mind? GOOD, B_TCH! I LIKE that! I'mma capitalize on that--
CASSIDY: NO! You are going to do what you do, Tre. You're going to go to that pay-per-view and make a huge ... spectacle ... of yourself. The biggest spectacle EVER. You've got to ... to ... to REPRESENT like no other! ... But you've got to wait on the Stevens thing. Trust me on this.
Tre found a way to frown even further.
ICE TRE: But the people. The ... clammorin'.
Cass set an assuring hand on Tre's shoulder.
CASSIDY: I know. I know. Let it build. Stevens isn't going anywhere. And who knows ... after Roulette he could be the World Champion! The world is clammorin' for you to get some gold. Right?
Tre smiled, immediately relaxing.
ICE TRE: I got you.
And Cass soon followed. Success.
CASSIDY: This isn't a bad thing, Tre. This could be good. Very good.
They pulled back into traffic carefully and we slowly FADE OUT.
CASSIDY: Now, let's get you to this promo taping.