Post by Zevon on May 15, 2007 10:44:06 GMT -6
(Scene opens to find Greg Kilgreen sneaking about the entrance of a small, dimly-lit family-owned eatery. He catches a glimpse of the POW Eastern Heavyweight Championship glimmering in the far reaches of the restaurant through a large glass window near the front door. JR Zevon's silhouette can be recognized sitting next to an unknown person. Kilgreen sneaks to the booth next to Zevon with sound equipment under the distraction of a waitress and dessert cart. The camera finds a secluded area guarded by a row of ferns near the entrance.)
Man: Catch any of Stevens' media blitz?
Zevon: Poor old sod, being flung about by Tito Capaci.
Man: It's a champion's duty.
Zevon: You won't ever find me all fancied up sitting with some chump on a morning show.
Man: I think we might.
Zevon: I'll just send Mick in my stead. Media seems to like him for some unknown reason.
Man: What did you think of Shawn's comments?
Zevon: He is a little bitchy. He went on about how he gets no respect...
Man: And it wasn't even funny.
Zevon: Rodney was a genius. Anywho, pissing and moaning about how other people piss and moan about him. The absurdity is not clandestine.
Man: He's not a drunk.
Zevon: Just one of a scant few redeeming qualities.
Man: You sound like you don't much care for him.
Zevon: I don't him. How can I hate a man who shows such disdain for Rich Morrison.
Man: Morrison, he's no a drunk either.
Zevon: But he is one of those people you never have to meet but you just know he's a complete asshole. Not an enjoyable Dennis Leary asshole, but a strangle inducing Carlos Mencia kind of prick.
Man: So you hate Morrison.
Zevon: I loathe Morrison. He's just so damned annoying and not in the least bit entertaining.
Man: How about we preempt this rant and get down to business.
Zevon: Carry on.
Man: So, is it safe to say Nightkiller is on board.
Zevon: He's in.
Man: Have you thought about Mick? He's a tough sum bitch.
Zevon: Drunkard.
Man: Eddie? He's the Mid-Atlantic Champ.
Zevon: Wino. I want people of sound mind. People whose sobriety I can be assured. People I can trust to watch my back.
Man: Jay Mason? Thug for hire.
Zevon: Nightkiller might murder him at ringside.
Man: Who else does that leave.
Zevon: Not too many sober folk in POW. I do have a couple more guys on the shortlist.
Man: Details, mate.
Zevon: David Hilt.
Man: A little off the wall isn't he?
Zevon: I like him. Lifelong non-drinker, although I was disappointed in his recent attempt to get sloshed.
Man: He's on board then?
Zevon: Haven't asked yet.
Man: Who else?
Zevon: Jack Greaves.
Man: Rana King? I though you wanted people of sound win. He's retar...
Zevon: A free spirit. And how can I go wrong with a man who loves Mr. Kitters?
Man: I would reconsider.
Zevon (in a stern voice): Mr. Kitters.
Man: Sorry. Anyone else in mind.
Zevon: No.
Man: But that's only three of five. And those three aren't even confirmed yet.
Zevon: I am aware. No one else fits my standards.
Man: Besides walking straight, what are you standards.
Zevon: Virtue. Respect for this business.
Man: How about John Anthony?
Zevon: Despicable human being. Wrestling is his side gig used to get rich off the gambling business. Awful. A wrestling odds maker? Absolutely no respect for this noble profession.
Man: Macros? He's a legend.
Zevon: That's debatable. And besides, he was already run out of Kansas.
Man: Toro Verde?
Zevon: I cannot stand him: spewing his God bullshit. And Nightkiller would end him on the plane ride over.
Man: Combat Soldier?
Zevon: Not of sound mind.
Man: But intense and focused.
Zevon: Considered, but no. I can never feel safe with the illegitimate love child of Sgt. Slaughter and Bob Backlund running about.
Man: Anyone else?
Zevon: Well there's Philip Owen Weiss and Takeshi Tanahashi, but I'm not too fond of them just yet. Buddy Love is another damn dirty drunkard and Orge Lambert is on holiday.
Man: So, what are you going to do?
Zevon: That is where our dinner guest comes into play.
Man: When is he getting here anyway?
Zevon: He should grace our presence in a few moments.
Man: Are you certain he can help?
Zevon: Our telephone banter went well. Had a most enjoyable time insulting simply Sensational Shawn Stevens. Were you aware that Sesame Street was in Kansas City?
Man: I was not.
Zevon: Neither did I.
Man: Should we explain that one to Kilgreen?
Zevon: No, he'll get it eventually.
Man: Shouldn't you run him off?
Zevon: Yeah, I should probably get to that now.
(Zevon casually stands, picks up the Eastern Heavyweight Championship, and heads toward Kilgreen. Greg perks up and his ready to shout a question but Zevon shoves him aside and heads toward the camera. The POW Eastern Heavyweight Title slowly eclipses the shot. The feed send soon thereafter.)
Man: Catch any of Stevens' media blitz?
Zevon: Poor old sod, being flung about by Tito Capaci.
Man: It's a champion's duty.
Zevon: You won't ever find me all fancied up sitting with some chump on a morning show.
Man: I think we might.
Zevon: I'll just send Mick in my stead. Media seems to like him for some unknown reason.
Man: What did you think of Shawn's comments?
Zevon: He is a little bitchy. He went on about how he gets no respect...
Man: And it wasn't even funny.
Zevon: Rodney was a genius. Anywho, pissing and moaning about how other people piss and moan about him. The absurdity is not clandestine.
Man: He's not a drunk.
Zevon: Just one of a scant few redeeming qualities.
Man: You sound like you don't much care for him.
Zevon: I don't him. How can I hate a man who shows such disdain for Rich Morrison.
Man: Morrison, he's no a drunk either.
Zevon: But he is one of those people you never have to meet but you just know he's a complete asshole. Not an enjoyable Dennis Leary asshole, but a strangle inducing Carlos Mencia kind of prick.
Man: So you hate Morrison.
Zevon: I loathe Morrison. He's just so damned annoying and not in the least bit entertaining.
Man: How about we preempt this rant and get down to business.
Zevon: Carry on.
Man: So, is it safe to say Nightkiller is on board.
Zevon: He's in.
Man: Have you thought about Mick? He's a tough sum bitch.
Zevon: Drunkard.
Man: Eddie? He's the Mid-Atlantic Champ.
Zevon: Wino. I want people of sound mind. People whose sobriety I can be assured. People I can trust to watch my back.
Man: Jay Mason? Thug for hire.
Zevon: Nightkiller might murder him at ringside.
Man: Who else does that leave.
Zevon: Not too many sober folk in POW. I do have a couple more guys on the shortlist.
Man: Details, mate.
Zevon: David Hilt.
Man: A little off the wall isn't he?
Zevon: I like him. Lifelong non-drinker, although I was disappointed in his recent attempt to get sloshed.
Man: He's on board then?
Zevon: Haven't asked yet.
Man: Who else?
Zevon: Jack Greaves.
Man: Rana King? I though you wanted people of sound win. He's retar...
Zevon: A free spirit. And how can I go wrong with a man who loves Mr. Kitters?
Man: I would reconsider.
Zevon (in a stern voice): Mr. Kitters.
Man: Sorry. Anyone else in mind.
Zevon: No.
Man: But that's only three of five. And those three aren't even confirmed yet.
Zevon: I am aware. No one else fits my standards.
Man: Besides walking straight, what are you standards.
Zevon: Virtue. Respect for this business.
Man: How about John Anthony?
Zevon: Despicable human being. Wrestling is his side gig used to get rich off the gambling business. Awful. A wrestling odds maker? Absolutely no respect for this noble profession.
Man: Macros? He's a legend.
Zevon: That's debatable. And besides, he was already run out of Kansas.
Man: Toro Verde?
Zevon: I cannot stand him: spewing his God bullshit. And Nightkiller would end him on the plane ride over.
Man: Combat Soldier?
Zevon: Not of sound mind.
Man: But intense and focused.
Zevon: Considered, but no. I can never feel safe with the illegitimate love child of Sgt. Slaughter and Bob Backlund running about.
Man: Anyone else?
Zevon: Well there's Philip Owen Weiss and Takeshi Tanahashi, but I'm not too fond of them just yet. Buddy Love is another damn dirty drunkard and Orge Lambert is on holiday.
Man: So, what are you going to do?
Zevon: That is where our dinner guest comes into play.
Man: When is he getting here anyway?
Zevon: He should grace our presence in a few moments.
Man: Are you certain he can help?
Zevon: Our telephone banter went well. Had a most enjoyable time insulting simply Sensational Shawn Stevens. Were you aware that Sesame Street was in Kansas City?
Man: I was not.
Zevon: Neither did I.
Man: Should we explain that one to Kilgreen?
Zevon: No, he'll get it eventually.
Man: Shouldn't you run him off?
Zevon: Yeah, I should probably get to that now.
(Zevon casually stands, picks up the Eastern Heavyweight Championship, and heads toward Kilgreen. Greg perks up and his ready to shout a question but Zevon shoves him aside and heads toward the camera. The POW Eastern Heavyweight Title slowly eclipses the shot. The feed send soon thereafter.)
