JUST AFTER THE HOLIDAY PARTY NIGHT ON UNCUT

Unsettling laughter.

That’s how we’re going to start this. 

Just leaving the wild party in the early morning 1:30 to 2:00am hours, “The Titan of Industry” Uriel Cortez stumbles around just outside the Wrestle-plex with his luchador BFF, Minute. Wearing his black luchador mask with a black pea-coat and jeans, The TJ Tornado looks like he’s had a good time, but looks a little perturbed by his tag partner. 

And I’d be remiss if I didn’t go back to the unsettling laughter from a giant man that was half-tipsy. 

Uriel Cortez:
Hahahahahahaha! The look on Klein’s face! The look on Jestal’s face. 

Minute:
Estas borracho no?

Uriel continues to laugh. Still walking off a pretty good buzz.

Uriel Cortez:
You bet I am! Who knew the clown could throw a party like that?

Minute:
Yeah… killer! 

Uriel Cortez:
For real… hey, the limo’s here. Let’s go. 

The two continue walking on the cold December night up the way a bit until they head out to the parking lot. They finally come around to the Family Keeling limo that’s waiting there for them. Uriel starts to step in… 

Then stops. 

Minute looks at his partner, who now looks like something is on his mind. 

Minute:
Ehh… something wrong?

Uriel looks at the limo and stops. He yells inside. 

Uriel Cortez:
Hey, James, can you give us a minute?

The limo driver nods and waits in the seat while Uriel looks down at his tag partner. 

Uriel Cortez:
This was fun… I miss fun, don’t you?

The Littlest Flippy-Doo looks up to him. 

Minute:
Yeah?

Uriel Cortez puts his hands in his jacket pocket. 

Uriel Cortez:
Look, I’m sure it’s the fourth bourbon talking… but man… we’ve been through the best and the worst of it this year, haven’t we? But lately… I’m tired. I’m real tired. 

Minute:
Qué quieres decir? What do you mean?

The giant sighs. 

Uriel Cortez:
Morrow. 

Minute frowns under his mask at the mere mention of their ex-manager’s name. He fumes quietly as Cortez continues his talk. 

Uriel Cortez:
I haven’t talked about this to you or anybody else, yet… but… I’m angry, Mateo. I’m ALWAYS angry lately. He tried to break us up. He tried to have Alvaro take me out… take you out. I fought for you… I lost. You saved me from whatever the hell Alvaro was gonna do, but.. I let you and Thomas down in the first place. I was going to put this behind us and go back for the Unified Tag Titles with you, but… 

Remorse is in his voice now and Minute looks up.

Uriel Cortez:
Brother… it has been one thing after another after another since we lost the Unified Tag Titles. Now he’s brainwashed the Lucks into trying to finish the job that he started with Alvaro. And what’s this noise about him wanting my moniker? Our tag name? Fuck him. He came up wiht the name, but you and I, Mateo. WE put in the work. 

The Titan of Industry rubs a hand on the back of his neck as Minute pats his other arm. 

Minute:
De dónde viene esto, amigo?

Uriel looks at him. 

Uriel Cortez:
Me he estado aferrando a esto por un tiempo. A long while. And I’m sorry. I want us to be the best team we can be going forward… lately, life has been a giant kick in the balls. And… I need a win, man. I need a win. 

As the giant looks like he might be on the verge of literal tears… Minute puts his fist out. 

Minute:
You… me… brothers, amigo. How do you say… fuck the Lucks.

Uriel stops and looks at his tag partner…. Then goes right back to booming, unsettling laughter. Minute stares at him like his head turned into an eight-tentacled alien… then joins him in another fit of laughter. The two continue laughing for a bit until the limo driver starts to get a little impatient. Uriel and Minute both nod and then get into the car.

Uriel Cortez:
Sorry, James! (turning to Minute) Let’s go, Mateo. 

He turns to Minute and the two get into the Family Keeling limo before shutting the doors. The limo starts to turn the opposite direction and starts to make its way through the lot until they see someone trying to change a flat tire on a blue Chevy pickup truck. Uriel signals to the driver. 

Uriel Cortez:
Hey, James, stop! 

The limo comes to a complete stop in front of the truck. The person can’t be seen. Minute looks up at Uriel, but he waves a dismissive hand. 

Uriel Cortez:
Look… probably one of the boys trying to fix their tire after the party. Let’s give ‘em a lift, huh? It’s the holidays. 

Minute nods and then Uriel opens the door for the person they can’t see. ‘

Uriel Cortez:
Hey… sorry about your truck. We can get you a lift home and call a tow truck if y… 

Uriel stops when he sees not one of the wrestlers from the party, but a TALL woman standing up from the side of her truck, wiping dirt off her hands on a used cloth. Dressed in a black sweater and jeans, she toss the rag in the back. Minute looks up at his awestruck partner, then elbows him in the arm.

Uriel Cortez:
Uh… sorry. We thought you were one of the guys from the party. You’re… Princess Hoss from BRAZEN, right?

She shakes her head and smiles.  

Princess Hoss:
That’s only when I’m wrestling or training, big boy. Just call me Holly. 

She grabs her coat. 

Holly:
And uh… yeah, I could use a ride. I was using the training ring late… then this flat tire happens. Thanks. 

Cortez scoots to the far end of the limo seat along with Minute and makes room for the young BRAZEN star to take the sport nearest the door. 

Uriel Cortez:
Cool. Just give James your address up front and we’ll get you home. We’ll call a tow truck if you need it. 

Holly:
Nah, I got it. But thanks for the lift home. I’ve been working out all night. I need a break. 

Uriel Cortez:
No problem. 

As the driver starts the limo back up to head out on the main road, Minute starts to laugh a little while Cortez is looking down, raising an eyebrow his tag partner’s way. 

Minute:
Levanta tu mandíbula del suelo. 

Uriel Cortez:
You’re gonna be picking up YOUR jaw off the floor if you don’t keep quiet. 

Holly:
What’d he say?

Uriel shifts his eyes. 

Uriel Cortez:
He uh… this one made out with one half of the Toybox. He got game. We’re talking Parker Bros. game. 

Minute slaps Cortez’s arm and Holly laughs. Uriel then laughs along with her as the limo speeds off into the night. 

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