Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2016 3:22:27 GMT
INT. IKE'S GYM - SAN FRANCISCO - LOCKER ROOM - AFTERNOON
We are inside of the locker room at IKE'S GYM in downtown San Francisco. WALT HOBBS sits on the bench, lacing up his Brute wrestling shoes. His new manager, MICKEY CONWAY, paces at his side.
A wild-eyed, bushy bearded gentleman enters the locker room, wheeling a hamper toward the dirty towel bin. He is "CRAZY" IKE TSOCANOS, 40's, proprietor of Ike's Gym.
Ike nods and keeps moving, keeping to himself. Walt observes Ike, and then leans in toward Mickey.
Mickey holds up his hands, as if to frame his presentation.
Mickey is proud of his suggestion. Walt's expression shows he is immediately warming to the idea.
Walt is nodding his head.
Walt has fully embraced the idea.
MICKEY
Listen, we'll talk about that later.
Right now, you've gotta go out there
and impress Georgia DeLise, and this
guy you're facing, he's fighting for
an RSW contract as well, and he's no
joke. So tell me, you ready for this?
WALT
I'm ready.
MICKEY
Who are you?
WALT
I'm the War Master.
MICKEY
I can't hear you
WALT
I'm the War Master!
We are inside of the locker room at IKE'S GYM in downtown San Francisco. WALT HOBBS sits on the bench, lacing up his Brute wrestling shoes. His new manager, MICKEY CONWAY, paces at his side.
A wild-eyed, bushy bearded gentleman enters the locker room, wheeling a hamper toward the dirty towel bin. He is "CRAZY" IKE TSOCANOS, 40's, proprietor of Ike's Gym.
MICKEY
Hey Ike.
Ike nods and keeps moving, keeping to himself. Walt observes Ike, and then leans in toward Mickey.
WALT
Who's that?
MICKEY
That's "Crazy" Ike. He owns this place.
Who's that?
MICKEY
That's "Crazy" Ike. He owns this place.
WALT
Why do they call him "Crazy Ike"?
MICKEY
'Cause he's crazy. He was a beast in the
wrestling industry until about ten years
go, when he bit an opponent's ear off.
WALT
He bit a guy's ear off?
MICKEY
Oh yeah, and I'm talking clean off---
not any of that Mike Tyson nibble shit.
WALT
Dear God.
MICKEY
Yeah, but he's a good guy. Mostly keeps to himself.
WALT
No wonder they call him Crazy.
Mickey's wheels are turning.
Why do they call him "Crazy Ike"?
MICKEY
'Cause he's crazy. He was a beast in the
wrestling industry until about ten years
go, when he bit an opponent's ear off.
Walt grimaces at the thought.
WALT
He bit a guy's ear off?
MICKEY
Oh yeah, and I'm talking clean off---
not any of that Mike Tyson nibble shit.
WALT
Dear God.
MICKEY
Yeah, but he's a good guy. Mostly keeps to himself.
WALT
No wonder they call him Crazy.
Mickey's wheels are turning.
MICKEY
You need a nickname.
WALT
A nickname?
MICKEY
Yeah, you know, a nickname, a
moniker, something with pizzazz.
WALT
Something with pizzazz.
MICKEY
I think I've got it.
MICKEY
War Master.
WALT
War Master.
MICKEY
War Master Walt Hobbs. What do you think?
WALT
I like it.
MICKEY
You like it?
WALT
I like it a lot.
MICKEY
You sure? Because you've gotta own it.
WALT
I'm gonna own it.
MICKEY
Alright.
WALT
I'm excited. I'm gonna get a tattoo.
MICKEY
Whoa, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
WALT
I'm going. Right after this.
A big, brilliant War Master
tattoo, right across my back.
MICKEY
Listen, we'll talk about that later.
Right now, you've gotta go out there
and impress Georgia DeLise, and this
guy you're facing, he's fighting for
an RSW contract as well, and he's no
joke. So tell me, you ready for this?
WALT
I'm ready.
MICKEY
Who are you?
WALT
I'm the War Master.
MICKEY
I can't hear you
WALT
I'm the War Master!
Walt is riled up. He jumps to his feet, clenching both firsts.
Walt pushes past Mickey, out of the locker room. Mickey looks to the ceiling.
MICKEY
Alright! Let's go get him!
MICKEY
God, please help us.
CUT TO:
INT. IKE'S GYM - RING - CONTINUOUS
Inside the ring, Walt stands in one corner, blue singlet, headgear, doing some stretches that look like something out of a Jane Fonda video, his eyes fixed on the sneering, snarling 6'5, 280 lb BLUTO "THE PITBULL" BUCHANAN-- a cross between Mr. Clean and Thing.
The referee in the center of the ring summons the two contestants to the center of the ring. Two feet separate the men. Buchanan is fidgety, ready to go, barely able to contain himself as the ref recites instructions.
The combatants retreat to their separate corners. Walt looks to Mickey on the outside, standing next to GEORGIA DELISE, 28, RSW president. Mickey gives a "thumbs up" to his new protege, and then leans in toward Georgia.
Inside the ring, Walt stands in one corner, blue singlet, headgear, doing some stretches that look like something out of a Jane Fonda video, his eyes fixed on the sneering, snarling 6'5, 280 lb BLUTO "THE PITBULL" BUCHANAN-- a cross between Mr. Clean and Thing.
The referee in the center of the ring summons the two contestants to the center of the ring. Two feet separate the men. Buchanan is fidgety, ready to go, barely able to contain himself as the ref recites instructions.
WALT
Hi. I'm Walt. This is exciting isn't it?
I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous.
WALT
Pitbull, huh?
Hi. I'm Walt. This is exciting isn't it?
I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous.
Buchanan growls at Walt.
WALT
Pitbull, huh?
Walt leans in.
WALT (CONT'D)
(hushed whisper)
I'm the War Master.
REF
Alright, go to your corners, and the
the bell sounds, come out fighting.
(hushed whisper)
I'm the War Master.
REF
Alright, go to your corners, and the
the bell sounds, come out fighting.
The combatants retreat to their separate corners. Walt looks to Mickey on the outside, standing next to GEORGIA DELISE, 28, RSW president. Mickey gives a "thumbs up" to his new protege, and then leans in toward Georgia.
MICKEY
Now it's important that you keep an
open mind. He's a work in progress.
In the background, Crazy Ike has come out of the locker room, and fixes his attention on the ring.
In the background, Crazy Ike has come out of the locker room, and fixes his attention on the ring.
The bell sounds, and Walt walks toward the center of the ring, hand extended as a matter of sportsmanship, but Buchanan rushes toward him and pulverizes him with a a boot to the mid-section, followed by a punch to the head that knocks Walt to the canvas.
Slumped in the corner, Walt makes a "T" with his hands.
Slumped in the corner, Walt makes a "T" with his hands.
WALT
Wait! Hold up! Time out, okay?
Outside the ring, Crazy Ike is shaking his head.
WALT (CONT'D)
Let's have a restart-- can we
Let's have a restart-- can we
have a restart? Is that cool?
Mickey is grimacing on the outside as Buchanan shows no mercy, moving in on Walt and grabbing a handful of hair to pull him up. The Pitbull has Hobbs backed up against the turnbuckle and delivers a trilogy of thunderous knife chops that leave welts on Walt's chest the size of a catcher's mitt.
WALT
Yeeooww that stings!
Yeeooww that stings!
Mickey is trying to cover his face in embarrassment. Inside the ring, Buchanan whips Walt across the ring, toward the opposite turnbuckle, and Walt hits the corner with a thud.
The pitbull lets out an ungodly growl and charges in full speed at Walt, slumped against the corner, and dives at Walt for a spear. Out of sheer desperation and instinct, Walt moves out of the way, and Buchanan hits the ring post head on, which collapses him unconscious on the canvas.
Walt has no idea what's happened. Outside the ring, Mickey is wild-eyed. He points at the unconscious Pitbull.
Walt leaps on Buchanan and the ref hits the canvas for a count of One! Two! Three!
The bell sounds. Mickey jumps for joy. He quickly rushes into the ring as Walt gets off of Buchanan, battered, dazed, still unaware of what's happened. The ref grabs Walt's hand and raises it. Mickey hugs Walt.
Walt throws his arms in the air triumphantly.
As Walt turns toward his opponent, he is met with a big boot to his throat, courtesy of Buchanan, that knocks Walt's lights out.
The screen goes BLACK.
INT. MOSCOW TODD'S TATTOO PARLOR - LATER
A small, grungy tattoo parlor. WALT is lying on his stomach on a massage table. We hear the sound of the needle buzzing as MOSCOW TODD is going to work.
At the front entrance, we see LANA HOBBS enter, a look of concern on her face. She rushes to her husband's side.
Walt looks up-- his face bruised from his tryout. He smiles at the sight of his wife.
Lana is confused.
Walt shakes his head, and tries again.
Lana looks to Moscow Todd for assistance.
Walt nods in confirmation. Moscow Todd shrugs.
Lana is stunned. She looks back to her husband.
Walt does his best to answer Lana's question, his throat muscles aching as he tries to speak.
The buzzing stops. Moscow Todd removes the needle from Walt's back.
He turns to Lana.
For the first time, Lana observes, with great horror, the massive tattoo-- thick, red and black lettering that runs across the full length of her husband's broad back.
It reads:
WHOREMASTER
Lana looks to Moscow Todd, then to her smiling, proud husband.
Walt's smile disappears.
The pitbull lets out an ungodly growl and charges in full speed at Walt, slumped against the corner, and dives at Walt for a spear. Out of sheer desperation and instinct, Walt moves out of the way, and Buchanan hits the ring post head on, which collapses him unconscious on the canvas.
Walt has no idea what's happened. Outside the ring, Mickey is wild-eyed. He points at the unconscious Pitbull.
MICKEY
Cover him!
The bell sounds. Mickey jumps for joy. He quickly rushes into the ring as Walt gets off of Buchanan, battered, dazed, still unaware of what's happened. The ref grabs Walt's hand and raises it. Mickey hugs Walt.
WALT
What happened?
MICKEY
You did it!
WALT
I did it? I did it!
MICKEY
You are the War Master!
WALT
I am the War Master!
Walt throws his arms in the air triumphantly.
WALT
I better check in Pitbull
and make sure he's alrig--
As Walt turns toward his opponent, he is met with a big boot to his throat, courtesy of Buchanan, that knocks Walt's lights out.
The screen goes BLACK.
CUT TO:
INT. MOSCOW TODD'S TATTOO PARLOR - LATER
A small, grungy tattoo parlor. WALT is lying on his stomach on a massage table. We hear the sound of the needle buzzing as MOSCOW TODD is going to work.
At the front entrance, we see LANA HOBBS enter, a look of concern on her face. She rushes to her husband's side.
LANA
There you are! I was worried
sick! Mickey called me and he
told me that you were taken to
the hospital-- but then were
coming here-- what happened?
WALT
He did it!
LANA
What? Who did it?
WALT
He did it!
MOSCOW TODD
I think he's trying to say, "We did it."
MOSCOW TODD
From what I hear, he took a pretty
wicked boot to his face, and he's
having a hard time moving his mouth
to pronounce "W" words.
LANA
What are you doing here?
WALT
Hen he her getting ready, Mickey give me
a new nickname, so I came here to own it.
MOSCOW TODD
All done!
He turns to Lana.
MOSCOW TODD
You like?
It reads:
WHOREMASTER
Lana looks to Moscow Todd, then to her smiling, proud husband.
LANA
Whore Master?
WALT
No, not Whore Master-- Whore
Master! Whore Master!
FADE TO BLACKMaster! Whore Master!
Walt is shaking his head, frustrated with his inability to enunciate his "W"s.
MOSCOW TODD
Hmm. I kinda thought that was an odd nickname.
Hmm. I kinda thought that was an odd nickname.
