Post by silentfire on Apr 10, 2007 21:54:11 GMT -6
(The scene opens up with a a hotel room door in view, covered in streaks of what appears to be peanut butter and jelly zig zagging across it. The camera pans out as a casually dressed man walks up to the door, hesitating briefly and shaking his head a bit before knocking lon the door.)
some guy: Jack. Hey Jack, open up.
(A rather loud series of crashes and thuds follows suit before the door is swung open, revealling a man dressed in only his birthday suit, the camera panning up to avoid any unpleasantness. Jack has a rather stunned look on his face as he looks at his manager, Guy Haight.)
Jack: You would not believe what just happened.
Guy : (he just shakes his head and pushes past Jack and into the room, stepping carefully over empty peanut butter and jelly jars.) I don't think I would and I'd rather not know. Now would you please clean yourself up and get ready. We've got to get you to your show.
Jack: (Jack looks down at his body, a long streak of what could be blueberry jelly.) What show? (he asks as he runs a finger through the streak before slowling sticking it in his mouth, a glazed look in his eyes.)
Guy: Jack, what have I said about not taking your medicine?
Jack: That is bad for the safety and health of every human being within a mile radius of me.
Guy: Yes, now go take your medicine and get cleaned up. We need to go. The plane takes off in a couple hours and the taxi driver doesn't seem to want to miss it.
Jack: Okie day. (Jack boucnes off into a side room, disappearing for a while as more thuds are heard.)
Guy: Since I know this may take you a while what have you heard or know about your fellow wrestlers in your up coming match?
Jack: What match?
Guy: Jack...
Jack: That one is an illiterate emo guy that goes by the name of Night thriller.
Guy: That's nightkiller Jack.
Jack: Either way it sounds unlikely to me. And then there's Coagulated Sunny guy. Zit something. I can't remember. ( a loud thump) Vic Bloodmoon. He seems really angry and big and full of sexual tension. Hey, Guy?
Guy: Yes Jack.
Jack: Wouldn't it be great if that guy came out of the closet?
Guy: It'd be a riot. Now what else do you know? What about the Irish guy, Mick Cormac?
Jack: Oh him. He's big and angry too. Wait. Hey, Guy?
Guy: (deep sigh) Yes Jack?
Jack: Wouldn't it be great if they came out together as like, a couple?
Guy: (rolls his eyes) How about Buddy Love?
Jack: Who now? (Thud)
Guy: The drunk from New Orleans or somethin'
Jack: Oh yeah. The answer's in the question.
Guy: Gotcha. What about the rest; Toro Verde and Dan Real and Eddie Jr.?
Jack: Did you know that peanut butter was invited by a black man?
GUy: Makes sense. Now back to-
Jack: I don't remember, I think I fell asleep when I was reading something about them.
Guy: So you know nothing about them then.
Jack: (Jack walks out clean and clad in dark green pants, leather boots, and a long sleeved white shirt) One's hispanic, one had a daddy and one- LOOK AT THE KITTY!!!
Guy: What?
Jack: On the T.V.! Look!
(The camera pans over the small televsion set, the sound muted where a man is seen sitting with a cat, nuzzling it affectionately.)
Jack: Hey, who's that?!
Guy: He doesn't matter. About the oth-
Jack: Awww.. but that's so cool!
Guy: Jack...
Jack: Okay! I'm ready to go! (Jack lifts his arms as seemingly outta nowhere a pair suits cases are in his hands, a huge grin on Jack's face. Guy shakes his head and the camera fades to black as he's heard muttering something about garage bins and his career.)
some guy: Jack. Hey Jack, open up.
(A rather loud series of crashes and thuds follows suit before the door is swung open, revealling a man dressed in only his birthday suit, the camera panning up to avoid any unpleasantness. Jack has a rather stunned look on his face as he looks at his manager, Guy Haight.)
Jack: You would not believe what just happened.
Guy : (he just shakes his head and pushes past Jack and into the room, stepping carefully over empty peanut butter and jelly jars.) I don't think I would and I'd rather not know. Now would you please clean yourself up and get ready. We've got to get you to your show.
Jack: (Jack looks down at his body, a long streak of what could be blueberry jelly.) What show? (he asks as he runs a finger through the streak before slowling sticking it in his mouth, a glazed look in his eyes.)
Guy: Jack, what have I said about not taking your medicine?
Jack: That is bad for the safety and health of every human being within a mile radius of me.
Guy: Yes, now go take your medicine and get cleaned up. We need to go. The plane takes off in a couple hours and the taxi driver doesn't seem to want to miss it.
Jack: Okie day. (Jack boucnes off into a side room, disappearing for a while as more thuds are heard.)
Guy: Since I know this may take you a while what have you heard or know about your fellow wrestlers in your up coming match?
Jack: What match?
Guy: Jack...
Jack: That one is an illiterate emo guy that goes by the name of Night thriller.
Guy: That's nightkiller Jack.
Jack: Either way it sounds unlikely to me. And then there's Coagulated Sunny guy. Zit something. I can't remember. ( a loud thump) Vic Bloodmoon. He seems really angry and big and full of sexual tension. Hey, Guy?
Guy: Yes Jack.
Jack: Wouldn't it be great if that guy came out of the closet?
Guy: It'd be a riot. Now what else do you know? What about the Irish guy, Mick Cormac?
Jack: Oh him. He's big and angry too. Wait. Hey, Guy?
Guy: (deep sigh) Yes Jack?
Jack: Wouldn't it be great if they came out together as like, a couple?
Guy: (rolls his eyes) How about Buddy Love?
Jack: Who now? (Thud)
Guy: The drunk from New Orleans or somethin'
Jack: Oh yeah. The answer's in the question.
Guy: Gotcha. What about the rest; Toro Verde and Dan Real and Eddie Jr.?
Jack: Did you know that peanut butter was invited by a black man?
GUy: Makes sense. Now back to-
Jack: I don't remember, I think I fell asleep when I was reading something about them.
Guy: So you know nothing about them then.
Jack: (Jack walks out clean and clad in dark green pants, leather boots, and a long sleeved white shirt) One's hispanic, one had a daddy and one- LOOK AT THE KITTY!!!
Guy: What?
Jack: On the T.V.! Look!
(The camera pans over the small televsion set, the sound muted where a man is seen sitting with a cat, nuzzling it affectionately.)
Jack: Hey, who's that?!
Guy: He doesn't matter. About the oth-
Jack: Awww.. but that's so cool!
Guy: Jack...
Jack: Okay! I'm ready to go! (Jack lifts his arms as seemingly outta nowhere a pair suits cases are in his hands, a huge grin on Jack's face. Guy shakes his head and the camera fades to black as he's heard muttering something about garage bins and his career.)