The Wrestler Page #3

There you go.

- Cassidy around?

- I think she's working the V.I.P.

Yeah, thank you.

I got a question, if you can answer this

I got a question

Trust me, baby.

You're gonna be so happy.

I'm sorry, sweetie.

We said the other girl.

Yeah, the blonde girl with the belly chain.

Yeah, the other girl.

- Well, yeah, but she's on break.

- I'm sorry, but we really don't want you.

- How old are you anyway?

- Oh, you're like my mom's age.

Hey. There's nothing like experience.

I do things your fiance's

never even dreamed of doing.

Yeah, like graduate in 1985!

Hey, hey. You girls are being

a little rude to the lady.

- How about an apology?

- Who the f*** are you, man?

Don't talk to the lady like that.

- I'll talk to her like I wanna talk to her.

- No, it's okay. Thanks.

- You don't need to be talking to her like that.

- It's cool. I got it.

- I got it. It's all right, guys.

- No. Let me tell you something.

I guarantee you,

this lady's a hundred times hotter...

than any skank-ass p*ssy

you're gonna be marrying.

- What the f***? That's my f***ing sister.

- What you say?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Are you kidding me?

- F***er.

- See you soon.

200 f***in' bucks walked out.

Hey, I'm just trying to help.

Oh, come on.

They were punks.

- You!

- Hey. Whoa. Easy there.

I'm sorry.

I'm better-looking than them anyway.

I didn't mean to piss you off.

Come on.

Yeah? Okay.

- It's good to see you, Ram.

- Good to see you. Goddamn.

I haven't seen you in a while.

How you been?

Now, I'm telling you,

it was one of the historic matches in history.

It was 20,000 people.

Another million and a half

sitting at home watching it on pay-per-view.

We're slamming the piss out of each other.

I mean, for God knows how long.

We're both gassing.

You ask any wrestling fan,

they've heard about that one.

- Million and a half. Sh*t.

- Oh, yeah, it was big.

And a rematch?

Hey. This could be history all over again.

Goddamn, look at you.

You are one smoking baby. Mmm.

Let me make an honest woman out of you.

Hmm?

I mean, who knows?

I'm in pretty good shape right now.

You know, with a little luck,

this could be my ticket back on top.

- You never know who's in that crowd.

- Yeah. Yeah.

That would be a dream.

Oh, Jesus. You're bleeding.

- Oh!

- Yeah, I got cut tonight.

Oh!

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, it's nothin'.

- They say wrestling's fake, huh?

- Fake? I'll show you fake.

Look at this.

1986, Denver Coliseum.

Billy Bob Banjo hit me with a two-by-four.

It had a loose nail in it,

split my bicep right the hell open.

- Mmm. Mmm.

- Look at that. I got a better one than that.

Take a look at this here.

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