Post by Psychopomp on Jun 8, 2016 20:40:18 GMT -5
(The camera cuts to the loading dock. We can see a person walking down the entry way, making his way into the backstage. He seems to be looking for something
or someone. As he gets closer to the camera we can clearly see that he's all dressed up for a match; black boots, black pants, all painted up. It's easy
to see that he's lost and after talking to a couple of people, one finally points him in the direction that he wanted; the wrestler’s entrance.)
Stranger: Let me through, I have a match to do!
(2 security guards quickly moves in to block his path
)
(The first guard was probably closer to his death bed than to still be working
)
Security guard 1: What do you think you're doing young man?! You can't go in there you don't even work here!
Stranger: What do you mean I don't work here?! I'm sure I signed a contract to work for this Fed!
(The second one was a tall black man, with long dreads)
Security guard 2: Ok first, the show is already finished. Second, there's a lot of new faces around here but no one told us about a guy that looks crazy like you!
Stranger: Hey, that's not a nice thing to say! The doctors said I was fine now and that I could go back to work. OK, I’ll grant you that my memory isn't the
best since the surgery but the doctor gave me pills for that and I’m getting better now! Get me someone from HR and he'll tell you!
Security guard 2: *Raises his voice, visibly irritated of all this* Fine! (He turns around and yells in the back) GARY GET YO ASS
HERE!
(You can see an overweight guy waddle his way to the back-lot)
Gary: What do you want!?
Security guard 2: This fool thinks he's under contract here
(Gary looks at the stranger up and down, squints like he's thinking really hard)
Gary: Wait...aren't you Psychopomp?!
Psychopomp: YEAH! That’s me, see, I knew I was right!
Gary: But hum sir...You contract was 2 years ago and as long been voided...You never showed up and we weren't able to get a hold of you...please don't be mad...
Psychopomp: What?! Come on that can't be right...Was I really out that long?! (Pomp leans his head down sad and bit confused) There's got to be something
you can do?
Gary: Well, urm, look we might have something. I might be able to get you a developmental deal for a match or two and then the boss will decided what to do
...You got all your papers right?
(Pomp lifts his head back up with a huge smile on his face)
Psychopomp: Yes! I have them all right here! (He reaches into his duffle bag to claw out a bunch of crumpled papers and hands them to Gary) You got my doctors note, prescriptions note, contact info, visa numbers, a copy of my passport, my receipt from Denny’s, oh and the receipt for that one time I went to the dry cleaners...
(Gary looks at the two security guards that seems amused by the scene now)
Gary: Ok, ok.... I don't think I need all of those...specially the last ones...Let me make some copies and I’ll get back to you probably by next week if we can make it happen or not.
Psychopomp: Great thanks! Soooo...do I just wait here or?
(The camera fades to black)
or someone. As he gets closer to the camera we can clearly see that he's all dressed up for a match; black boots, black pants, all painted up. It's easy
to see that he's lost and after talking to a couple of people, one finally points him in the direction that he wanted; the wrestler’s entrance.)
Stranger: Let me through, I have a match to do!
(2 security guards quickly moves in to block his path
)
(The first guard was probably closer to his death bed than to still be working
)
Security guard 1: What do you think you're doing young man?! You can't go in there you don't even work here!
Stranger: What do you mean I don't work here?! I'm sure I signed a contract to work for this Fed!
(The second one was a tall black man, with long dreads)
Security guard 2: Ok first, the show is already finished. Second, there's a lot of new faces around here but no one told us about a guy that looks crazy like you!
Stranger: Hey, that's not a nice thing to say! The doctors said I was fine now and that I could go back to work. OK, I’ll grant you that my memory isn't the
best since the surgery but the doctor gave me pills for that and I’m getting better now! Get me someone from HR and he'll tell you!
Security guard 2: *Raises his voice, visibly irritated of all this* Fine! (He turns around and yells in the back) GARY GET YO ASS
HERE!
(You can see an overweight guy waddle his way to the back-lot)
Gary: What do you want!?
Security guard 2: This fool thinks he's under contract here
(Gary looks at the stranger up and down, squints like he's thinking really hard)
Gary: Wait...aren't you Psychopomp?!
Psychopomp: YEAH! That’s me, see, I knew I was right!
Gary: But hum sir...You contract was 2 years ago and as long been voided...You never showed up and we weren't able to get a hold of you...please don't be mad...
Psychopomp: What?! Come on that can't be right...Was I really out that long?! (Pomp leans his head down sad and bit confused) There's got to be something
you can do?
Gary: Well, urm, look we might have something. I might be able to get you a developmental deal for a match or two and then the boss will decided what to do
...You got all your papers right?
(Pomp lifts his head back up with a huge smile on his face)
Psychopomp: Yes! I have them all right here! (He reaches into his duffle bag to claw out a bunch of crumpled papers and hands them to Gary) You got my doctors note, prescriptions note, contact info, visa numbers, a copy of my passport, my receipt from Denny’s, oh and the receipt for that one time I went to the dry cleaners...
(Gary looks at the two security guards that seems amused by the scene now)
Gary: Ok, ok.... I don't think I need all of those...specially the last ones...Let me make some copies and I’ll get back to you probably by next week if we can make it happen or not.
Psychopomp: Great thanks! Soooo...do I just wait here or?
(The camera fades to black)
