Post by jondavenport on May 25, 2016 13:21:47 GMT -5
We can hear a man asking if we're rolling before the scene even comes into full view. We are inside what would appear to a motel room. Cheap wallpaper, possibly bed bug infested mattress with a comforter that is most likely the final resting place of many a body fluid exchanged for the legal currency of the area.
As the scene fully opens we see a young man, clean shaven, styled hair slicked back wearing a blue button down with a yellow tie. His sleeves are rolled halfway up and the shirt shows obvious signs of perspiration. He is leaning forward in a cheap, overly padded for comfort and shoddily fabricated wooden chair. Around him the room is a mess. Pizza boxes and empty brown bottles of Natural Ice clutter the once blue, now faded grey carpet.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I am George A. Edmunds, a documentary film maker, A life long wrestling fan, and in general am intrigued by things that are weird. Yesterday, I began filming my latest project. I set out to meet and follow, chronicle if you will, the career of a lesser known professional wrestler by the name of Jon Davenport."
George leans his head forward and wipes the sweat from his brow.
"Jon Davenport is a character. Not the fictional type we see on situational comedies every week, no. Jon is an American character. A young man who grew up in rural Georgia and took an interest in professional wrestling at an early age. Jon never achieved the true pinnacle of his potential success due to an unfortunate automobile accident which almost took his life, much less his career."
George takes a deep breath, assessing the room around him. Obviously bothered and made uncomfortable by his surroundings.
"Jon is a thirty five year old man who, after this accident, has developed a disorder of sorts. A combination between amnesia and dementia. Jon will routinely place himself at the center of events in history both in wrestling and otherwise. Unable at this point to distinguish between fiction and reality, Jon has become a viral video sensation and his wrestling career has flourished...despite his seemingly lack of actual wrestling ability. Jon is a good man. Rough around the edges, eccentric at times but at his core has a hear of gold. In today's fast moving world it is a treat to see someone like Jon slow down to sign autographs for the kids or just say hi at a gas station to someone who may recognize him."
George drops his head again, wipes his brow and sighs
"Holy shit it's hot in here"
George says to someone off screen and they reply
"Air conditioner's been broke since Jon decided to threaten the owner of this joint with a gasoline induced bonfire."
George shakes his head and looks despairingly to the man off screen he was speaking to when suddenly there's the loud tell tale noise of someone else entering the room. Instantly the boisterous antics of Jon Davenport begin to take shape.
Jon:"George, you ol' hillbilly! You didn't tell me you we're gonna start this moving pictures without me!"
George:"No, Jon, just getting a little context about the project. I'm glad you're here. How did your...er...meeting with Mr. Ricky go in regards to the room?"
George asks with a tinge of nervousness in his voice. Prehaps spending the night in the car isn't how he really wants to start this project.
Jon:"Well, I told that dumb motherf***** to fix the air, wait for his money, and be quiet or I'd rip into his ass like Sherman marching through Atlanta and burn this armpit to the ground. He called the cops, we had a beer, he went to Lowes. Should be all set before the sun goes down."
George sighs slightly as Jon makes it to the mini refrigerator and takes out a Natural Ice.
Jon:"George, if you're hot brother grab an old Natty Ice. Cool ya' right off!"
George:"No thanks, I don't drink.."
Jon:"I bet you don't like girls either, huh!"
George:"I beg your pardon?"
Camera Man:"He's married. To my sister."
The camera man interjects with a inflection of anger in his voice.
Jon:"And what a prized hog I'm sure she is. We're here to talk wrasslin' ain't we!? What you got? You want to hear the time i was supposed to have a run on top up in New York? Bad stroke of luck there. A few too many tall boys one night, I missed my flight, and they gave the program to sound balding guy with a horrible tan and bleached blonde hair. Slowgan maybe? I forget his name. Or how about that time I was in Vietnam and got shot in the ass cheek? That's a story right there, brother!"
Camera Man:"I take offense to that, Jon. My Grandfather was in Vietnam."
Jon makes sarcastic mocking facial expressions to the camera man, while George sits uncomfortably in his chair with Jon standing at his shoulder.
Jon:"My grandaddy would kick your grandaddy's ass sweetheart. I never said I served in Vietnam, either! I was working a tour over there and got some real nasty heat, you know. The kind we got back before these dumb marks all ruined the business. Anyway, I was putting the moves on some broad, and a bunch of them goofy eyed looking bastards jumped me, drove me to the middle of what I assume was some kind of old Prisoner of war camp. Anyway, I outsmarted the assholes and escaped, until I got shot in the ass. Thankfully I found some help, got patched up and was able to fly home and get work here stateside. Haven't done an international tour since."
George shakes his head and addresses Jon directly, trying to get the tension in the room under control
George:"So, Jon, you're taking your first match in the Wrestling Championship Federation. Why don't you give us a little insight into what you're thinking?"
Jon belches and grabs another Natural Ice.
Jon:"The what federation? Ain't never heard of it."
George:"You just signed there recently....you actually have your debut this week. So I thought you'd give some insight to your feelings, maybe we can put a video on youtube to promote the occasion?"
Jon:"You wanna know how ol' Jonny Davenport is feeling do ya? Gassy. That's a start. Beyond that I'm bored boy's. Grab that phone book camera guy and look for a local escort service. Let's get some action in here."
As the scene fully opens we see a young man, clean shaven, styled hair slicked back wearing a blue button down with a yellow tie. His sleeves are rolled halfway up and the shirt shows obvious signs of perspiration. He is leaning forward in a cheap, overly padded for comfort and shoddily fabricated wooden chair. Around him the room is a mess. Pizza boxes and empty brown bottles of Natural Ice clutter the once blue, now faded grey carpet.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I am George A. Edmunds, a documentary film maker, A life long wrestling fan, and in general am intrigued by things that are weird. Yesterday, I began filming my latest project. I set out to meet and follow, chronicle if you will, the career of a lesser known professional wrestler by the name of Jon Davenport."
George leans his head forward and wipes the sweat from his brow.
"Jon Davenport is a character. Not the fictional type we see on situational comedies every week, no. Jon is an American character. A young man who grew up in rural Georgia and took an interest in professional wrestling at an early age. Jon never achieved the true pinnacle of his potential success due to an unfortunate automobile accident which almost took his life, much less his career."
George takes a deep breath, assessing the room around him. Obviously bothered and made uncomfortable by his surroundings.
"Jon is a thirty five year old man who, after this accident, has developed a disorder of sorts. A combination between amnesia and dementia. Jon will routinely place himself at the center of events in history both in wrestling and otherwise. Unable at this point to distinguish between fiction and reality, Jon has become a viral video sensation and his wrestling career has flourished...despite his seemingly lack of actual wrestling ability. Jon is a good man. Rough around the edges, eccentric at times but at his core has a hear of gold. In today's fast moving world it is a treat to see someone like Jon slow down to sign autographs for the kids or just say hi at a gas station to someone who may recognize him."
George drops his head again, wipes his brow and sighs
"Holy shit it's hot in here"
George says to someone off screen and they reply
"Air conditioner's been broke since Jon decided to threaten the owner of this joint with a gasoline induced bonfire."
George shakes his head and looks despairingly to the man off screen he was speaking to when suddenly there's the loud tell tale noise of someone else entering the room. Instantly the boisterous antics of Jon Davenport begin to take shape.
Jon:"George, you ol' hillbilly! You didn't tell me you we're gonna start this moving pictures without me!"
George:"No, Jon, just getting a little context about the project. I'm glad you're here. How did your...er...meeting with Mr. Ricky go in regards to the room?"
George asks with a tinge of nervousness in his voice. Prehaps spending the night in the car isn't how he really wants to start this project.
Jon:"Well, I told that dumb motherf***** to fix the air, wait for his money, and be quiet or I'd rip into his ass like Sherman marching through Atlanta and burn this armpit to the ground. He called the cops, we had a beer, he went to Lowes. Should be all set before the sun goes down."
George sighs slightly as Jon makes it to the mini refrigerator and takes out a Natural Ice.
Jon:"George, if you're hot brother grab an old Natty Ice. Cool ya' right off!"
George:"No thanks, I don't drink.."
Jon:"I bet you don't like girls either, huh!"
George:"I beg your pardon?"
Camera Man:"He's married. To my sister."
The camera man interjects with a inflection of anger in his voice.
Jon:"And what a prized hog I'm sure she is. We're here to talk wrasslin' ain't we!? What you got? You want to hear the time i was supposed to have a run on top up in New York? Bad stroke of luck there. A few too many tall boys one night, I missed my flight, and they gave the program to sound balding guy with a horrible tan and bleached blonde hair. Slowgan maybe? I forget his name. Or how about that time I was in Vietnam and got shot in the ass cheek? That's a story right there, brother!"
Camera Man:"I take offense to that, Jon. My Grandfather was in Vietnam."
Jon makes sarcastic mocking facial expressions to the camera man, while George sits uncomfortably in his chair with Jon standing at his shoulder.
Jon:"My grandaddy would kick your grandaddy's ass sweetheart. I never said I served in Vietnam, either! I was working a tour over there and got some real nasty heat, you know. The kind we got back before these dumb marks all ruined the business. Anyway, I was putting the moves on some broad, and a bunch of them goofy eyed looking bastards jumped me, drove me to the middle of what I assume was some kind of old Prisoner of war camp. Anyway, I outsmarted the assholes and escaped, until I got shot in the ass. Thankfully I found some help, got patched up and was able to fly home and get work here stateside. Haven't done an international tour since."
George shakes his head and addresses Jon directly, trying to get the tension in the room under control
George:"So, Jon, you're taking your first match in the Wrestling Championship Federation. Why don't you give us a little insight into what you're thinking?"
Jon belches and grabs another Natural Ice.
Jon:"The what federation? Ain't never heard of it."
George:"You just signed there recently....you actually have your debut this week. So I thought you'd give some insight to your feelings, maybe we can put a video on youtube to promote the occasion?"
Jon:"You wanna know how ol' Jonny Davenport is feeling do ya? Gassy. That's a start. Beyond that I'm bored boy's. Grab that phone book camera guy and look for a local escort service. Let's get some action in here."