Post by The Wizard of Ahhhhs on Jul 19, 2008 18:03:09 GMT -5
(The scene opens up in a bedroom. The room is looking pretty trashed, with random clothes strewn about the room, hanging from lights, out of the closet and on half opened dresser drawers. A huge man walks into the room and walks over to a pile that is on the bed. He leans down and starts shaking the pile.)
Muffled Voice: mmmfffffffgggghhhhhhhh....
(The huge man shakes the covers again and a head pops up from the mess, visibly shaken.)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: What is so important... WHAT?!!?
Huge Man: Phone rang. You have a match next week in San Antonio.
(The Wizard of Ahhhs wipes off his eyes with his hand. He stares around the room with his eyes half open.)
The Wizard of Ahhhs: San Antonio?
Huge Man: Yea. I don't think I have a passport to go to Mexico.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: San Antonio is in Texas.
(The Huge Man scratches his head for a moment.)
Huge Man: ....
The Wizard of Ahhhs: This is beyond you, just let it drift over your head like everything else.
(The Wizard of Ahhhs throws the covers off himself and sits at the foot of the bed.)
Huge Man: Don't you have to talk into a camera or something like that?
The Wizard of Ahhhs: I don't know, I didn't take the phone call. You did... which could mean anything.
Huge Man: They told me you have to talk in front of a camera.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: Then that means I do then, huh?
Huge Man: I think so.
(The Wizard of Ahhhhs reaches to the post of his bed and grabs a silken robe and throws it over himself. It only covers the top half of his body, leaving his boxers as the only cloth underneath them to keep his piece shrouded from our eyes. Thank god for that... or JcPennys.)
The Wizard of Ahhhs: What time is it?
Huge Man: I'm pretty sure it's Saturday.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: When is my match?
Huge Man: 7 o'clock.
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: When is that?
Huge Man: At night.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: Who's on first?
Huge Man: Who.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: That's right.
(The Wizard of Ahhhhs walks around the bed and kicks something. He hops about, clutching one of his feet. He then stops, reaching down and picks up a plastic firetruck.)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: When are you going to start picking up after yourself?
Huge Man: That's not mine.
(The Wizard of Ahhhhs tosses the firetruck out the window. He takes another step and kicks something else, toppling him head over heels to the floor. He rolls over to his stomach and looks at a free weight that was sitting in his path.)
Huge Man: Sorry, that is mine though.
(The scene cuts out.)
Muffled Voice: mmmfffffffgggghhhhhhhh....
(The huge man shakes the covers again and a head pops up from the mess, visibly shaken.)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: What is so important... WHAT?!!?
Huge Man: Phone rang. You have a match next week in San Antonio.
(The Wizard of Ahhhs wipes off his eyes with his hand. He stares around the room with his eyes half open.)
The Wizard of Ahhhs: San Antonio?
Huge Man: Yea. I don't think I have a passport to go to Mexico.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: San Antonio is in Texas.
(The Huge Man scratches his head for a moment.)
Huge Man: ....
The Wizard of Ahhhs: This is beyond you, just let it drift over your head like everything else.
(The Wizard of Ahhhs throws the covers off himself and sits at the foot of the bed.)
Huge Man: Don't you have to talk into a camera or something like that?
The Wizard of Ahhhs: I don't know, I didn't take the phone call. You did... which could mean anything.
Huge Man: They told me you have to talk in front of a camera.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: Then that means I do then, huh?
Huge Man: I think so.
(The Wizard of Ahhhhs reaches to the post of his bed and grabs a silken robe and throws it over himself. It only covers the top half of his body, leaving his boxers as the only cloth underneath them to keep his piece shrouded from our eyes. Thank god for that... or JcPennys.)
The Wizard of Ahhhs: What time is it?
Huge Man: I'm pretty sure it's Saturday.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: When is my match?
Huge Man: 7 o'clock.
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: When is that?
Huge Man: At night.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: Who's on first?
Huge Man: Who.
The Wizard of Ahhhs: That's right.
(The Wizard of Ahhhhs walks around the bed and kicks something. He hops about, clutching one of his feet. He then stops, reaching down and picks up a plastic firetruck.)
The Wizard of Ahhhhs: When are you going to start picking up after yourself?
Huge Man: That's not mine.
(The Wizard of Ahhhhs tosses the firetruck out the window. He takes another step and kicks something else, toppling him head over heels to the floor. He rolls over to his stomach and looks at a free weight that was sitting in his path.)
Huge Man: Sorry, that is mine though.
(The scene cuts out.)