Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Feb 3, 2009 9:33:41 GMT -5
[As the scene opens, we are treated to a view of a large white house, with roman-esque pillars framing the enormous mahogany front doors. With many balconies and windows, whomever lives in this house must be incredibly wealthy. But on closer inspection the paint is visibly peeling in the LA heat, the grounds surrounding the building are strewn with empty beer cans, neglected garden furniture (all be it good quality), and overgrown plants. It seems whomever lives here has been away for a while, or cares little for outward appearances.
Before we get chance to observe this unkempt habitat a figure appears at the end of the long drive. The drive must be a good ¼ of a mile long, so the sight of someone on foot seems strange, maybe he’s a salesperson, or a religious or political canvasser. But as the figure draws even closer, it becomes apparent that maybe the drive is not as long as first suspected, just that this individual is very small, probably no taller than 3 foot…and yellow?
As the camera comes into focus on the figure he is instantly recognisable…isn’t that Bert from Sesame Street? Surely not…after all he was a puppet…and there is no-one pulling any strings. He does walk like a puppet though, a comical waddle as he gets closer to the front of the building. It is unmistakeably the thick eye- browed, grumpy, Jim Henson Creation. He stops in front of the camera and begins to speak]
“Great you made it! I’m eD cASe. You do not know how happy I am to see you, and I know exactly what you’re thinking, but we’ll get to that later…if there is a later…follow me, but try and keep out of view ok? He doesn't know I contacted you, and wouldn't be too happy about it”
[With that this odd looking individual opens the front door, raises his small, furry finger to his lips to symbolise the need for quiet, and beckons the camera to follow him. On entering the house you are taken aback by how sparse it is. Despite the marble flooring, and large double breasted staircase, there are no decorations, nothing to signify that the house is lived in. eD turns to the right, and the camera follows, at a cautious distance. eD leads the camera through room after room, each sparsely decorated, but with the occasional person fast asleep in varying states of undress. eD comes to a door, raises his hand telling the camera to wait, opens the door and peers around. He then turns and comes back, and begins to whisper]
“OK. Treat this like surveillance, stay out of sight, just shoot through the door..this is gonna be delicate, just don’t blow it OK? I’m counting on him not seeing you!”
[eD turns round and walks through the door. The camera follows, but as per the furry fellows instructions, stops dead at the door and gives a view of the room beyond. ‘Room’ may not be the correct word to describe the space inside, ‘chamber’ fits more ideally. In the huge expanse you count close to thirty different sofa’s and chaise-longue’s. It’s apparent this is the most used room you’ve seen so far. There are a handful of people in the room, mostly spaced out women, staring at the ceiling, seemingly unaware that a small, yellow, hairy muppet has just entered the room, nut to be fair the state they seem to be in they probably wouldn’t bat an eyelid at such a sight. The room itself is littered with empty beer cans, snack packs and strangely shaped vases, half filled with water, one of the women seems to be attempting to set one on light whilst sucking the top of it. After scanning the room, the camera fixes once more onto eD, whom is approaching the only male in the room. The individual is lounging on a sofa, smoking, with a women passed out on either side of him, the camera zooms in, just as eD addresses the individual]
eD – “Travis…we need to talk”
Travis – “What’s on your mind little fella? You know Travis is always available to talk to his favourite agent! What’s up this time? Another ‘mistake’ involving a girl, you want “The Blessed One” to go smooth things over?”
[Travis moves the passed out women off of his body, and gets to his feet, luckily he is looking out of the windows, not towards the door]
eD – “Jeez…will you let that go…it’s only happened twice now! When a girl says suggests playing hide the pickle…well…it’s easy to get confused. I don’t know what their problems were anyway…”
Travis – “Generally speaking, most women, don’t like being used to store your snacks…”
eD – “We’ve been through this already…and it’s irrelevant anyway. I happen to be very good with the ladies…”
Travis – “Sure…what was it you wanted then…”
eD – “I’ve tried to be subtle in the past, but I’m gonna shoot straight from the hip…You need to get back to work Travis…”
[Travis looks down and locks directly into eD’s eyes. He then shakes his head, and sits back down, placing both ladies back where they were, and takes another drag whilst looking to the ceiling]
Travis – “I’m not talking about this eD…Travis has already told you, if the world wants ‘The Headliner’ back, they gotta come on bended knees and beg for ‘The Blessed One’ to grace them with his presence. Otherwise Travis Roberts is quite content to sit back and let the good times roll, as they say”
eD – “That’s just it Travis…you’ve been fit for a year, and no-one has contacted us , they’ve forgotten about you…”
[Travis furrows his brow and looks directly at eD once more]
Travis – “No one…forgets…Travis Roberts…”
eD – “Ok…Ok…they’ve temporarily misplaced their memories! The point is Travis, you can’t go on ‘letting the good times roll’, the good times cost money…and your running out! You wanna sell this place?”
Travis – “Hell no, this is ‘The Headliners’ kingdom, many a young lady has passed through these halls on their way to greatness…Shit! It’s a historic monument! Just remortgage it.”
eD – “In todays housing climate? Your unemployed Travis, they ain’t gonna do that…trust me you gotta get back to work. This place needs some upkeep, you need a purpose…and I need to get paid! You’re my only client Travis!”
Travis – “And what a client!”
eD – “Yeah the best I could ever have wished for…[Sighs]…”
Travis – “I’ve always looked after you…anyway what about your shares…with the global food shortage surely cheese has skyrocketed…”
eD – “Yeaaah…I traded them a few months back…let’s just say the Adult Inflatable Doll industry has not boomed as much as I was informed…Anyway, the point is you have to get back to work if you want to continue this lifestyle, I’ve just come from Yoda’s, and he’s cancelled your tab…”
[Travis rises from the couch so abruptly; that each girls head slams against the others…they awake briefly, stare around, and then pass out once more]
Travis – “He did WHAT!?! He knows “The Blessed One” is good for the cash…”
eD – “That’s just it Travis…you’re not! Your broke, your only income is getting loans from others, it’s a vicious cycle, and you’ve run out of contacts willing to sub you! Like I said, it’s time to get back to work…”
Travis – “Hey, there is nothing I’d like to do more than give the world another taste of ‘The Blessed One’s’ talents, but you know as well as I do that Mary-Jo and that producer of hers have bad mouthed me to all the studio’s…and now they insist that I…[cringes]audition!?!? Travis Roberts…auditions [cringes]…for no one!”
eD – “That’s not the kind of work I meant…”
[Travis turns and starts striding towards the door]
Travis – “Travis Roberts is not prone to backing down, you know that, and the rest of the world should know that. There are no true heroes anymore; there are no angels, no saints, and no miracle workers. There is only a longing that there should be, to ease our pains and fears. Travis Roberts was the last bastion of hope for professional wrestling, and they discarded ‘The Blessed One’. Travis Roberts will not try and sell himself to anyone, if they want me to save their turgid industry…they know where to find me…”
[Just before Travis reaches the door, and blows the Camera mans cover, eD shouts out]
eD – “That’s just it…someone has found you…[Uncertainly]Global Impact Wrestling?”
[Travis stops, raises an eyebrow, and turns back to eD…]
Travis – “OK, you’ve got ‘The Blessed One’s’ attention”
[fade to black]
Before we get chance to observe this unkempt habitat a figure appears at the end of the long drive. The drive must be a good ¼ of a mile long, so the sight of someone on foot seems strange, maybe he’s a salesperson, or a religious or political canvasser. But as the figure draws even closer, it becomes apparent that maybe the drive is not as long as first suspected, just that this individual is very small, probably no taller than 3 foot…and yellow?
As the camera comes into focus on the figure he is instantly recognisable…isn’t that Bert from Sesame Street? Surely not…after all he was a puppet…and there is no-one pulling any strings. He does walk like a puppet though, a comical waddle as he gets closer to the front of the building. It is unmistakeably the thick eye- browed, grumpy, Jim Henson Creation. He stops in front of the camera and begins to speak]
“Great you made it! I’m eD cASe. You do not know how happy I am to see you, and I know exactly what you’re thinking, but we’ll get to that later…if there is a later…follow me, but try and keep out of view ok? He doesn't know I contacted you, and wouldn't be too happy about it”
[With that this odd looking individual opens the front door, raises his small, furry finger to his lips to symbolise the need for quiet, and beckons the camera to follow him. On entering the house you are taken aback by how sparse it is. Despite the marble flooring, and large double breasted staircase, there are no decorations, nothing to signify that the house is lived in. eD turns to the right, and the camera follows, at a cautious distance. eD leads the camera through room after room, each sparsely decorated, but with the occasional person fast asleep in varying states of undress. eD comes to a door, raises his hand telling the camera to wait, opens the door and peers around. He then turns and comes back, and begins to whisper]
“OK. Treat this like surveillance, stay out of sight, just shoot through the door..this is gonna be delicate, just don’t blow it OK? I’m counting on him not seeing you!”
[eD turns round and walks through the door. The camera follows, but as per the furry fellows instructions, stops dead at the door and gives a view of the room beyond. ‘Room’ may not be the correct word to describe the space inside, ‘chamber’ fits more ideally. In the huge expanse you count close to thirty different sofa’s and chaise-longue’s. It’s apparent this is the most used room you’ve seen so far. There are a handful of people in the room, mostly spaced out women, staring at the ceiling, seemingly unaware that a small, yellow, hairy muppet has just entered the room, nut to be fair the state they seem to be in they probably wouldn’t bat an eyelid at such a sight. The room itself is littered with empty beer cans, snack packs and strangely shaped vases, half filled with water, one of the women seems to be attempting to set one on light whilst sucking the top of it. After scanning the room, the camera fixes once more onto eD, whom is approaching the only male in the room. The individual is lounging on a sofa, smoking, with a women passed out on either side of him, the camera zooms in, just as eD addresses the individual]
eD – “Travis…we need to talk”
Travis – “What’s on your mind little fella? You know Travis is always available to talk to his favourite agent! What’s up this time? Another ‘mistake’ involving a girl, you want “The Blessed One” to go smooth things over?”
[Travis moves the passed out women off of his body, and gets to his feet, luckily he is looking out of the windows, not towards the door]
eD – “Jeez…will you let that go…it’s only happened twice now! When a girl says suggests playing hide the pickle…well…it’s easy to get confused. I don’t know what their problems were anyway…”
Travis – “Generally speaking, most women, don’t like being used to store your snacks…”
eD – “We’ve been through this already…and it’s irrelevant anyway. I happen to be very good with the ladies…”
Travis – “Sure…what was it you wanted then…”
eD – “I’ve tried to be subtle in the past, but I’m gonna shoot straight from the hip…You need to get back to work Travis…”
[Travis looks down and locks directly into eD’s eyes. He then shakes his head, and sits back down, placing both ladies back where they were, and takes another drag whilst looking to the ceiling]
Travis – “I’m not talking about this eD…Travis has already told you, if the world wants ‘The Headliner’ back, they gotta come on bended knees and beg for ‘The Blessed One’ to grace them with his presence. Otherwise Travis Roberts is quite content to sit back and let the good times roll, as they say”
eD – “That’s just it Travis…you’ve been fit for a year, and no-one has contacted us , they’ve forgotten about you…”
[Travis furrows his brow and looks directly at eD once more]
Travis – “No one…forgets…Travis Roberts…”
eD – “Ok…Ok…they’ve temporarily misplaced their memories! The point is Travis, you can’t go on ‘letting the good times roll’, the good times cost money…and your running out! You wanna sell this place?”
Travis – “Hell no, this is ‘The Headliners’ kingdom, many a young lady has passed through these halls on their way to greatness…Shit! It’s a historic monument! Just remortgage it.”
eD – “In todays housing climate? Your unemployed Travis, they ain’t gonna do that…trust me you gotta get back to work. This place needs some upkeep, you need a purpose…and I need to get paid! You’re my only client Travis!”
Travis – “And what a client!”
eD – “Yeah the best I could ever have wished for…[Sighs]…”
Travis – “I’ve always looked after you…anyway what about your shares…with the global food shortage surely cheese has skyrocketed…”
eD – “Yeaaah…I traded them a few months back…let’s just say the Adult Inflatable Doll industry has not boomed as much as I was informed…Anyway, the point is you have to get back to work if you want to continue this lifestyle, I’ve just come from Yoda’s, and he’s cancelled your tab…”
[Travis rises from the couch so abruptly; that each girls head slams against the others…they awake briefly, stare around, and then pass out once more]
Travis – “He did WHAT!?! He knows “The Blessed One” is good for the cash…”
eD – “That’s just it Travis…you’re not! Your broke, your only income is getting loans from others, it’s a vicious cycle, and you’ve run out of contacts willing to sub you! Like I said, it’s time to get back to work…”
Travis – “Hey, there is nothing I’d like to do more than give the world another taste of ‘The Blessed One’s’ talents, but you know as well as I do that Mary-Jo and that producer of hers have bad mouthed me to all the studio’s…and now they insist that I…[cringes]audition!?!? Travis Roberts…auditions [cringes]…for no one!”
eD – “That’s not the kind of work I meant…”
[Travis turns and starts striding towards the door]
Travis – “Travis Roberts is not prone to backing down, you know that, and the rest of the world should know that. There are no true heroes anymore; there are no angels, no saints, and no miracle workers. There is only a longing that there should be, to ease our pains and fears. Travis Roberts was the last bastion of hope for professional wrestling, and they discarded ‘The Blessed One’. Travis Roberts will not try and sell himself to anyone, if they want me to save their turgid industry…they know where to find me…”
[Just before Travis reaches the door, and blows the Camera mans cover, eD shouts out]
eD – “That’s just it…someone has found you…[Uncertainly]Global Impact Wrestling?”
[Travis stops, raises an eyebrow, and turns back to eD…]
Travis – “OK, you’ve got ‘The Blessed One’s’ attention”
[fade to black]
