Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2016 16:46:24 GMT
INT. ERNIE PARKER’S HOME - GARAGE - BEVERLY HILLS - MONDAY, JUNE 27, 2016 - MORNING.
The garage door is open on the make-shift gym attached to ERNIE PARKER’S home. The Don is wearing a lime green tracksuit and black head band, presumably to catch the sweat from his bald head.
He’s panting furiously, exhausted, as he takes tired strides on the running machine. TRIXIE stands beside the equipment, monitoring him on a stop watch.
In a panic, he hammers the palm of his hand down onto the red emergency stop button, bringing the apparatus to a grinding halt. The Don collapses and gasps for air, with Trixie looking wholly unimpressed.
She bites her bottom lip, embarrassed for him. He shakes his head, looking a little humiliated by it all.
The Don stands to his feet, ushering Trixie to lend a hand. She reaches out and pulls him up. He sighs.
Trixie looks the machine over and nods in agreement.
He nods and waves his index finger in the air assertively, before heading over to a bench in the corner. His old body lands like it was tossed and he groans.
Trixie nods.
He studies her pink tracksuit and looks unimpressed. Trixie blinks at him and looks down at her attire.
Trixie pulls down the waistband of her tracksuit pants to show the thong line on her hip, proving to Ernie she is wearing them.
Parker reaches over to the top of a steel cabinet beside him and grabs a bottle of baby oil.
Trixie smiles to Ernie
The blonde removes her bottoms and jacket, revealing a bra and thong ensemble that would blow your mind.
Parker looks like a fat kid in a candy store. He stands up and unzips his own tracksuit jacket, revealing his bare - but hairy - chest. The pants follow, so that all that remains is a pair of blue speedo trunks.
He tosses Trixie a bottle of baby lotion, before retrieving a second bottle and lathering his own body. The blonde catches the lotion and studies it, looking confused.
He continues to lather up.
Trixie squirts some oil into her hand and lathers up her arms and toned stomach. She tries to get her back by reaching over her shoulders but has difficulty.
He jogs over to her and before she’s afforded the chance to accept or decline the offer, he’s rubbing baby oil all over her back.
Parker suddenly grabs Trixie into a waist lock and wrestles her to the ground, mounting her unexpectedly and in an unorthodox position. She squeals.
Trixie nods and tries to push herself off the ground in a see-saw like motion.
Trixie strains trying to push Ernie off her back, while Parker looks like he’s died and gone to heaven.
MONTAGE
Music Playing: Hallelujah From The Messiah - Händel
• Ernie slides all over the ground with Trixie, loving every single second while she desperately tries to counter his holds.
• Parker adopts a German Suplex position while in a mount, smiling from ear to ear as Trixie takes it seriously.
• Trixie eventually counters an arm-bar attempt with a float-over and mount of her own, which Ernie doesn’t resist.
• The blonde babe bounces hypnotically on a jump rope, while Parker stares at her like a Deer caught in the headlights of a truck.
• The Don goes back to the grappling, but Trixie has improved dramatically and counters with ease, applying a rear naked choke. Ernie lies on his back with Trixie underneath him; his face showing nothing but ecstasy.
BACK TO SCENE - LATER
Ernie is spread-eagle on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted and extremely satisfied with the morning he’s had. Trixie has put her tracksuit back on and zips the jacket up.
END.
The garage door is open on the make-shift gym attached to ERNIE PARKER’S home. The Don is wearing a lime green tracksuit and black head band, presumably to catch the sweat from his bald head.
He’s panting furiously, exhausted, as he takes tired strides on the running machine. TRIXIE stands beside the equipment, monitoring him on a stop watch.
ERNIE
(exhausted)
I can’t… Can’t go any further.
(exhausted)
I can’t… Can’t go any further.
In a panic, he hammers the palm of his hand down onto the red emergency stop button, bringing the apparatus to a grinding halt. The Don collapses and gasps for air, with Trixie looking wholly unimpressed.
ERNIE
(Through heaving breaths)
How… How long was that?
TRIXIE
(Studying the watch)
Forty seven seconds…
(Through heaving breaths)
How… How long was that?
TRIXIE
(Studying the watch)
Forty seven seconds…
She bites her bottom lip, embarrassed for him. He shakes his head, looking a little humiliated by it all.
ERNIE
(Catching his breath)
It was too… too fast! I usually last
much… longer than that.
(Catching his breath)
It was too… too fast! I usually last
much… longer than that.
The Don stands to his feet, ushering Trixie to lend a hand. She reaches out and pulls him up. He sighs.
ERNIE
Why are you looking at me like that?
The machine must be faulty…
Why are you looking at me like that?
The machine must be faulty…
Trixie looks the machine over and nods in agreement.
TRIXIE
I don’t know much about machines, but
you’re Ernie Parker. Yeah, this must be
faulty. Are you ok?
ERNIE
I’m Ernie Parker! Of course I’m okay…
Just, uh… Just give me a few minutes,
would you?
I don’t know much about machines, but
you’re Ernie Parker. Yeah, this must be
faulty. Are you ok?
ERNIE
I’m Ernie Parker! Of course I’m okay…
Just, uh… Just give me a few minutes,
would you?
He nods and waves his index finger in the air assertively, before heading over to a bench in the corner. His old body lands like it was tossed and he groans.
ERNIE
Anyway, this isn’t about my physical
conditioning - it’s about yours! I want
to see what you’ve got.
Anyway, this isn’t about my physical
conditioning - it’s about yours! I want
to see what you’ve got.
Trixie nods.
ERNIE (Cont’d)
Now, did you wear what I asked you to?
Now, did you wear what I asked you to?
He studies her pink tracksuit and looks unimpressed. Trixie blinks at him and looks down at her attire.
TRIXIE
I did. I have them on underneath this.
I thought they were quite short though.
Are you sure they’re going to help me
with training?
I did. I have them on underneath this.
I thought they were quite short though.
Are you sure they’re going to help me
with training?
Trixie pulls down the waistband of her tracksuit pants to show the thong line on her hip, proving to Ernie she is wearing them.
ERNIE
(Eyes widening)
Oh yes, they’re going to be vital
to your training.
(Eyes widening)
Oh yes, they’re going to be vital
to your training.
Parker reaches over to the top of a steel cabinet beside him and grabs a bottle of baby oil.
ERNIE (Cont’d)
Alright, first things first - lose that
tracksuit, young lady. We’re going to do
some skin on skin grappling.
Alright, first things first - lose that
tracksuit, young lady. We’re going to do
some skin on skin grappling.
Trixie smiles to Ernie
TRIXIE
Great!
Great!
The blonde removes her bottoms and jacket, revealing a bra and thong ensemble that would blow your mind.
TRIXIE (Cont’d)
I need to do some grapple training.
I need to do some grapple training.
Parker looks like a fat kid in a candy store. He stands up and unzips his own tracksuit jacket, revealing his bare - but hairy - chest. The pants follow, so that all that remains is a pair of blue speedo trunks.
ERNIE
(Excitedly)
Okay! Let’s oil up and get started!
(Excitedly)
Okay! Let’s oil up and get started!
He tosses Trixie a bottle of baby lotion, before retrieving a second bottle and lathering his own body. The blonde catches the lotion and studies it, looking confused.
TRIXIE
Um, wait. Why are we using baby oil?
And why are you wearing the speedos?
ERNIE
(Studying the speedos briefly and innocently)
Oh? Would you prefer me to lose them too?
TRIXIE
No! No, I mean why so little clothing?
ERNIE
Ah! Disappointing.
Um, wait. Why are we using baby oil?
And why are you wearing the speedos?
ERNIE
(Studying the speedos briefly and innocently)
Oh? Would you prefer me to lose them too?
TRIXIE
No! No, I mean why so little clothing?
ERNIE
Ah! Disappointing.
He continues to lather up.
ERNIE (Cont’d)
Well, my thinking is that Lara Chambers
is a hussy. She wears next to nothing
inside the ring, so I want to simulate a
real experience - or as close to the real
thing as possible. I’m going to lather up,
you’ll do the same and we’ll go through
some drills! Easy!
TRIXIE
Makes senses. Good thinking Ernie. I’m so
lucky to have you.
Well, my thinking is that Lara Chambers
is a hussy. She wears next to nothing
inside the ring, so I want to simulate a
real experience - or as close to the real
thing as possible. I’m going to lather up,
you’ll do the same and we’ll go through
some drills! Easy!
TRIXIE
Makes senses. Good thinking Ernie. I’m so
lucky to have you.
Trixie squirts some oil into her hand and lathers up her arms and toned stomach. She tries to get her back by reaching over her shoulders but has difficulty.
ERNIE
(Enthusiastically)
Uh, uh - allow me!
(Enthusiastically)
Uh, uh - allow me!
He jogs over to her and before she’s afforded the chance to accept or decline the offer, he’s rubbing baby oil all over her back.
ERNIE
There, there - we have to get every
inch covered.
TRIXIE
(Innocently)
Good plan.
There, there - we have to get every
inch covered.
TRIXIE
(Innocently)
Good plan.
Parker suddenly grabs Trixie into a waist lock and wrestles her to the ground, mounting her unexpectedly and in an unorthodox position. She squeals.
ERNIE
Mistake number one! Never trust
your opponent!
Mistake number one! Never trust
your opponent!
Trixie nods and tries to push herself off the ground in a see-saw like motion.
TRIXIE
Ok, how would I get out of
this hold?
Ok, how would I get out of
this hold?
Trixie strains trying to push Ernie off her back, while Parker looks like he’s died and gone to heaven.
TRIXIE
Ernie?
ERNIE
Figure it out! I’ll give you another
few seconds. Keep wriggling!
Ernie?
ERNIE
Figure it out! I’ll give you another
few seconds. Keep wriggling!
MONTAGE
Music Playing: Hallelujah From The Messiah - Händel
• Ernie slides all over the ground with Trixie, loving every single second while she desperately tries to counter his holds.
• Parker adopts a German Suplex position while in a mount, smiling from ear to ear as Trixie takes it seriously.
• Trixie eventually counters an arm-bar attempt with a float-over and mount of her own, which Ernie doesn’t resist.
• The blonde babe bounces hypnotically on a jump rope, while Parker stares at her like a Deer caught in the headlights of a truck.
• The Don goes back to the grappling, but Trixie has improved dramatically and counters with ease, applying a rear naked choke. Ernie lies on his back with Trixie underneath him; his face showing nothing but ecstasy.
BACK TO SCENE - LATER
Ernie is spread-eagle on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted and extremely satisfied with the morning he’s had. Trixie has put her tracksuit back on and zips the jacket up.
TRIXIE
Thanks Ernie. I feel so much more confident now for Sunday. How did I do?
ERNIE
(Staring at the ceiling, smile hurting his face)
You… were incredible.
Thanks Ernie. I feel so much more confident now for Sunday. How did I do?
ERNIE
(Staring at the ceiling, smile hurting his face)
You… were incredible.
END.
