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Altamont Flashbacks; Erica Vargas RP
Topic Started: Sep 23 2015, 06:14 PM (24 Views)
Jon A
[One afternoon at The Pitt arena. With the wrestlers gone and JitP #004 still a few days away, the arena is occupied by a handful of technicians and off-camera employees, except for...]

VARGAS: Crazy? Crazy versus crazy, I ask you!

[...A woman with a harsh black sidecut in a charcoal turtleneck and tight dark blue jeans fusses with a piece of rigging in the catwalk far above the floor, while a disinterested tech hangs a light beside her. She continues to rant and rave while he pays her no mind.]

VARGAS: I may have signed up for ACE just before they went under, and yeah, I may have stuck it out longer than I should have at SPW, and yeah I should have got out of DSW before they went under, but just because I react to stress in different ways doesn't make me quote-unquote-heavy-emphasis-implied craaaazy.

[The technician sniffs the air and clears his throat, still trying to ignore her as she inches closer.]

VARGAS: Now, putting on a blonde wig and hipster nose glasses and calling yourself JJ Brine when you're pretty clearly Kiora Donavon—that's crazy, and—I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. I drop people on their head and choke them out around here, and you obviously... hang lights... I'm Erica Vargas, by the way.

TECH: [sighing] Rodney.

VARGAS: Hi... [She leers at him.] Honey rectum.

[Technician Rodney makes a disgusted face and returns to his work.]

VARGAS: That's... that was just a joke.

[Awkward silence as Rodney continues working on the lighting rig.]

VARGAS: Anyway, the point is I'm not crazy.

[He right arm leaps out in front of her face and begins moving like a puppet.]

VARGAS: [high-pitched voice] Yes she is; don't listen to her!

[She screams at her right hand.]

VARGAS: SHUT UP!

[She snaps her attention back to the hapless technician.]

VARGAS: I'm sorry you had to see that.

[Another awkward silence.]

VARGAS: Another little joke.

MAN'S VOICE: [off-camera] Yes, very little.

[Two very burly-looking biker-types appear at the end of the catwalk. Vargas instantly looks nervous.]

VARGAS: Uh-oh...

STRAY: You shouldn't be up here, ya know.

MAGNUSSON: Mr. DeBlanc said there was someone up here harassing the techs and it wouldn't be—hey, wait a minute...

[Magnusson turns to his biker colleague.]

MAGNUSSON: I remember her.

VARGAS: Nope! Nope! Don't think you do!

STRAY: Yeah... that night in October two years ago.

VARGAS: Oh god... Altamont flashback!

Altamont Flashback!
 
[Cut to an Altamont flashback, or more specifically a flashback at a roadhouse near Altamont, California shortly after sundown. The Fury Riders seem to have stopped for the night. A row of bikes suddenly topple over like dominoes.]


STRAY: ...We're minding our own business when this chick appears out nowhere. I still remember the first thing she said...

Altamont Flashback!
 
[Cut to Erica Vargas, two years ago, looking much the same as today, except instead of a sidecut, she has harsh Bettie Page-style bangs. She takes a cigarette out of her mouth after taking a final puff, putting her boot on a fallen motorcycle.]

VARGAS: Nice bikes. Do they come in men's sizes?


MAGNUSSON: Damn, I don't know about you, but the way she just stood there staring us down... I still get nightmares about that.

STRAY: And, of course, she's the reason why we can't lay a hand on any of the wrestlers here. Ace made sure of that...

Altamont Flashback!
 
[Cut to the inside of the roadhouse, where Vargas has an anonymous biker cinched deeply in a Shrew's Fiddle.]

VARGAS: Come on, Axel... What did I say was the number one rule about my ass? Don't touch what you can't afford.

[“Axel” just emits a series of weepy and apologetic sounding gurgles.]

VARGAS: Now... say Uncle. Good. Now... say “Girl From U.N.C.L.E.”

[She squeezes the hold on even tighter and calls to someone in the distance.]

VARGAS: Hey Banjo, hook me up another longneck; I'm almost done here.


MAGNUSSON: And why did she say she was there? Because she thought we were boring and needed some excitement in our lives.

Altamont Flashback!
 
[Cut to later still in the evening, where Vargas has a Fury Rider backed up against the wall and is urgently lecturing him.]

VARGAS: ...And how can you call yourself well-rounded if you haven't watched a single episode of “Maverick.”

[She is handed a bottle of Corona from off-screen.]

VARGAS: Thanks, Banjo.

[She removes the lid with her teeth and spits it away before turning her attention back to the intimidated Fury Rider.]

VARGAS: Seriously, watch yourself some classic “Maverick,” and then “The Great Escape,” and tell me that James Freakin' Garner is not goddamned king!


STRAY: And ya know what? I still get headaches...

Altamont Flashback!
 
[Cut to a bar table, littered with a few dozen shot glasses, some full, most empty. The Fury Riders surround the table silently in rapt attention. On one side, Stray struggles to remain upright. He shakily grabs a shot glass and awkwardly downs a shot of foul brown liquid.]

[Pan over to show Erica Vargas sitting opposite him, very ladylike and perfectly steady. She daintily raises a shot glass, and with a slight grin, raises it to her lips and sips the entire contents deliberately, punctuating her shot with a refreshed “ahhhhhhh.”]

[Stray's face sags and as he falls out of his chair onto the filthy ground, the Fury Riders let out a mighty cheer.]


MAGNUSSON: Yeah, I think we know you.

VARGAS: No, fellas, must be some other lucky gal...

[The two Fury Riders spread their arms wide in joy.]

MAGNUSSON & STRAY: [together] CRAAAAAAAZY ERICAAAAAAAA!

STRAY: Man, you just showed up one night, gave the best party we'd ever had and then just took off again? Where have you been?

VARGAS: Uh, guys... If you could avoid using the c-word, I'd—

MAGNUSSON: Man, Axel's been getting kinda uppity lately; we gotta show him who we ran into!

VARGAS: Well, see, fellas... I don't wanna come off as “crazy” 'cause I think it kind of sells me short—

STRAY: Crazy Erica! Please tell me how you fixed the alternator on my bike...

MAGNUSSON: Oh, she fixed your alternator too?

STRAY: One-handed! She said she didn't want to spill her beer!

[Vargas is looking for excuses to get away.]

VARGAS: Well, fellas, I'll love ya and leave ya, because I've got to practice my entrance for the next show.

[The technician she was chatting up speaks up with out looking at her.]

TECHNICIAN: That's not your entrance.

VARGAS: [muttering] Shut up, Honey Rectum.

[She throws a rope over the catwalk and climbs up on the railing.]

VARGAS: This panther's gotta be moving on.

[She quickly rappels down the rope and out of sight.]
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