The kitchen lights hold a dim tint as Randall and Joe sit at the solid, oak, kitchen table. Two separate ash trays, for two separate cigars, for two separate men. Joe sports the usual Savoy while Randall enjoys his usual C.A.O. Knoxville.

Not much changes in this house

Nor in these lives

And of course.the beers are a world apart, while Randall nurses the usual Coors Light, Joe sips away on a Miller High Life.

Life is short

Randall and Joe pull no punches and heed no stops.

On the big, round, kitchen table, along with the cigars and alcohol, rests all the accounting work for the Randall Reese Tobacconist Shoppe. Hammering away is Randall, and keeping him company is Joe.

The cigar smoke rises into the faint light only to be randomly dispersed by the ceiling fan.

Randall - Ya know what Joe?

Joe - Huh?

Randall - I should just get a computer!

Randall throws his pencil down in frustration

A long drag from his cigar follows

Joe - You better find somebody other than me at get it a runnin'. I ain't no good at computers.

Randall - Me either. I've never had to use one of the things. Heck, Judy uses one everyday and all my kids know how to use them.  Roman is an expert! Maybe I should call him when I get a monitor and stuff.

Joe - How be Roman nowadays?

Randall - Still cutting those big business deals.

Joe - I can imagine......

Randall and Joe take simultaneous drags from their cigars

Randall - I tell ya what Joe.....three kids, Jill, Roman, and Glenn. I'd say that Judy and I did pretty damn good. Shit, we were young and hardly had a dime.

Joe - Damn, I member! I member our backyard glory. I member Judy when she was young, comin ta see ya. I even member the first time ya took Glenn ta church!

Randall lets out a big chuckle

Randall - He balled his eyes out!

Joe - Yeah!

Randall - Those were the days!

Joe - Them be the days!

Joe and Randall have a toast in refection of the good old days

When they sip their memories

Judy Reese walks into the kitchen

A gorgeous woman for being near fifty

A silk night gown and short brown hair

Which still looks good even though the day is long over

Judy - Are you done yet Randy?

Randall - Not yet sweetheart. Joe and I were busy talking.

Judy - I could hear you two laughing.

Judy opens the refrigerator

The light from the refrigerator gives a quick glimpse of the clock, spoon collection, and Joe's red tie

Judy closes the refrigerator and opens a bottle of water

The room returns to its dimly lit self

Judy - So you didn't say anything bad did you?

Joe - Oh no! Never!

Randall - Do we look like guys who would talk bad about you sweetie?

Judy gives Randall a playful punch

Judy - Yes you do! And you Mr. Seward!

Joe - What?

Randall - Joe has a big match coming up honey.

Judy - I know! He's facing that prick Judas. I hope you beat him honey.

Judy runs her hands through Joes short, gray hair.

Joe - Well, I think I be ready for ol' Judas.

Joe takes a sip from his beer and steals a drag from his cigar

Randall - Just watch out for those Kovenant baddies!

Joe - Yeah! An' ya know Judas be right.....anybody can come in and interrupt the match. Heck, I ain't got anybody in my corner to protect me if them Kovenant guys rush the ring.

Randall - I got a feeling something bad could happen, Joe.  I saw the way Judas was talking.  Looks like that Kovenant clan will be crawling all over the place. 

Joe - I don't doubt it.  I don't doubt it.......

A calm silence falls over the kitchen

Judy rests against the counter

Joe sits and stares as his cigar

Randall looks at his wife

And suddenly.....

Randall - Glenn!

Joe - Huh?

Judy - What do you mean!

Randall takes a sip of his beer and hold his hands up, the bottle still in his hand.

Randall - Glenn! Glenn can be in your corner Joe.

Judy - Oh no! You're not putting my baby boy into the UWA!

Randall - But.....

Judy - No buts Randy! Hardcore matches are no place for our youngest son.

Joe - Well let's see now.....

Judy slams her hand on the kitchen counter

Randall - But Glenn has always wanted to wrestle. This could be his big chance honey! Besides, Glenn is over three-hundred pounds. Who the hell is gonna mess with him?

Judy - Listen Randy, you and I usually agree on most everything. But on this issue, we can never get along. I don't think our youngest son, Glenn, needs to be running off, risking his health, tying to defend Joe from a bunch of punk, Kovenant wrestlers. Sorry Joe! No offense to you, but....I mean.....

Joe looks up from his cigar as Judy throws her hands up

Joe - Ya know Randall, she be right. Glenn is a young guy and these Kovenant dudes can be ruthless.....I don't want ta see Glenn......

Randall - My son Glenn, is the toughest son of a gun in this state. He works out everyday and stands almost seven feet tall. Joe, these Kovenant guys are going to try and hurt you. That's the way they are! They just don't give a damn!  Having Glenn there would prevent them from coming to the ring.

Judy - I'm going to bed. Joe, the guest room is ready for you. Randy, please finish your numbers and papers tomorrow. I want you to come to bed. Good night Joe.

Joe - Night Judy.

Judy takes her bottle of water and disappears from the dimly lit kitchen

Randall - I need to get some sleep.

Joe - Me too.

Randall - We will, at least, run the idea past Glenn.

Joe - Fair enough.

The cigars have burned down to their bands

The alcohol has settled into a final sip

Joe exits the kitchen as Randall rinses out the bottles

Randall looks at his accounting work

And decides to leave it until the morning

Randall - This kitchen table......

Randall smiles as he switches off the ceiling fan

Soon the lights follow suit

And Randall disappears up the stairs