Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2016 20:08:49 GMT
FADE IN:
INT. THE HOLLYWOOD ROOSEVELT – HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA – TODAY
Neville stands in front of the window, curtains wide open, letting the morning sun rays beam across his body as he looks out upon the cesspool known as Hollywood.
His back is towards the footage, and he stands butt-naked, giving the world a view of "the original" white ass. He extends his arms out and does a quick morning stretch.
A mother and her two kids walk outside the window. He’s on the main floor. She looks at Neville with disgust, covers her child’s eyes, and moves them out of the way like a bat out of hell.
He turns around, and his entire lower body is covered by a blur. He walks over to the telephone, picks it up, and dials.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“The Original, the savior of wrestling, needs a chauffeur
stat. Today my lady, I, Neville Proctor, has a big time
HUGE interview. Y'all know why? Because – hello?”
“The Original, the savior of wrestling, needs a chauffeur
stat. Today my lady, I, Neville Proctor, has a big time
HUGE interview. Y'all know why? Because – hello?”
Neville pulls the phone away from his face and studies the receiver. He shrugs, pushes a button, and redials.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“Because I, Miss, am greatness!”
“Because I, Miss, am greatness!”
CUT TO:
INT. NEWS STUDIO – HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA – HOURS LATER
Neville sits on set, wearing a pair of dark shades and an over-the-top dress suit. A news anchor sits beside him, looking uncomfortable, with a sort of deer-caught-in-the-headlights look.
CAMERA MAN (O.S.)
“Yeah so, who is this guy?”
PRODUCER (O.S.)
“That, I couldn’t tell you. He walked in and handed me
a stack of money, and I didn’t ask any questions.”
“Yeah so, who is this guy?”
PRODUCER (O.S.)
“That, I couldn’t tell you. He walked in and handed me
a stack of money, and I didn’t ask any questions.”
The news anchor looks down at the desk in front of him, shuffles through a pile of papers, and then looks up and reveals a smile.
ANCHOR
“Good afternoon, California! I am Dirk Dyer, and this
is Hollywood TV! Today I am here with—“
“Good afternoon, California! I am Dirk Dyer, and this
is Hollywood TV! Today I am here with—“
Pause.
DIRK DYER (CONT’D)
“Umm, Neville – Proctor is it?”
“Umm, Neville – Proctor is it?”
Neville stares straight ahead at the camera with a smile on his face.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“I. The original and the self-proclaimed savior of
wrestling, Neville Proctor.”
“I. The original and the self-proclaimed savior of
wrestling, Neville Proctor.”
DIRK DYER
“And, from my understanding, you work for a newly
formed wrestling promotion right out of our
backyard here in Hollywood, and you also have a
match with a superstar by the name of Lara
Chambers right around the corner?”
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“I.”
“And, from my understanding, you work for a newly
formed wrestling promotion right out of our
backyard here in Hollywood, and you also have a
match with a superstar by the name of Lara
Chambers right around the corner?”
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“I.”
The news anchor looks away from the camera, and Neville looks at the news anchor.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“You aren’t making the cut and like me, Ma-maw
would phrase it. If ain’t right, go about
fixen it yourself.”
“You aren’t making the cut and like me, Ma-maw
would phrase it. If ain’t right, go about
fixen it yourself.”
Neville stands up from the chair and starts pushing Dirk out of the screen.
DIRK DYER
“You cannot do this; remove your hands—STEVE!”
“You cannot do this; remove your hands—STEVE!”
STEVE THE PRODUCER (O.S.)
“Just take a break, Dirk.”
DIRK DYER
“What? This is—BEEP!—you are going to hear from
my agent!”
“Just take a break, Dirk.”
DIRK DYER
“What? This is—BEEP!—you are going to hear from
my agent!”
Neville stops pushing as Dirk Dyer leaves the set of his own free will.
Neville returns and takes the spot that Dirk Dyer was sitting in. He fixes his suit and removes his sunglasses.
He smirks.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“See, it’s a fine thing you know what I am saying: inking
the deal and signing with Engage, finding me self
competing in the championship tourney and soon to become
the top dawg of Engage. Ya’ll going pucker up and kiss my
ass, but you know what the best things about all of
this is?”
“See, it’s a fine thing you know what I am saying: inking
the deal and signing with Engage, finding me self
competing in the championship tourney and soon to become
the top dawg of Engage. Ya’ll going pucker up and kiss my
ass, but you know what the best things about all of
this is?”
He shakes two fingers at the camera.
NEVILLE PROCTOR (CONT’D)
“Is the person I drew Lara Chambers? I'm not saying this is
an easy fight; no, see, I’m saying this is going to be a
super-easy fight. And hold on now, before y'all get your
knickers in a bunch. Hear me out.”
“Is the person I drew Lara Chambers? I'm not saying this is
an easy fight; no, see, I’m saying this is going to be a
super-easy fight. And hold on now, before y'all get your
knickers in a bunch. Hear me out.”
He moves the palms of his hands toward the camera and signals, "Just hold on."
NEVILLE PROCTOR (CONT’D)
“Y'all should I know I did some digging, and the word is
correct; she was a former world champion but, I am
afraid to inform you, World Champions eventually lose
the oomph, and from her showing in Deathcore, this
obviously supports me theory. She’s on a downward spiral,
which will only care over here, especially since she is
matched up with me.”
“Y'all should I know I did some digging, and the word is
correct; she was a former world champion but, I am
afraid to inform you, World Champions eventually lose
the oomph, and from her showing in Deathcore, this
obviously supports me theory. She’s on a downward spiral,
which will only care over here, especially since she is
matched up with me.”
Neville flexes.
NEVILLE PROCTOR (CONT’D)
“Look at me. Put these biceps together, and they’re bigger
than her 10-year rounded ass. She is short as a midget on
high heels and has the body of an African kid. One bear
hug, and me strength would strangle every bit of life out
of her. One punch, and she be off her game plan, and we
all know you wouldn’t remain calm in this situation.”
“Look at me. Put these biceps together, and they’re bigger
than her 10-year rounded ass. She is short as a midget on
high heels and has the body of an African kid. One bear
hug, and me strength would strangle every bit of life out
of her. One punch, and she be off her game plan, and we
all know you wouldn’t remain calm in this situation.”
He grabs his sunglasses and puts them back on.
NEVILLE PROCTOR
“Lara Chambers, you can kiss my ass.”
“Lara Chambers, you can kiss my ass.”
FADE TO BLACK.
