Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 15:34:35 GMT
FADE IN:
INT. BATHROOM – SLEAZY MOTEL – JULY, 24TH 2016
Neville sits in a bathtub, enjoying the luxury of a bubble bath, with a devious smile on his face.
He has a rubber duck in one hand, and in the other hand, he has a TMNT – Leonardo, to be exact.
He’s Leonardo.
Arianny Blake is the rubber duck.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “KAPOW! Oh, you like that; well, how about this!? Elbow to the nose, POW! Spinning kick to the chops, KAPOW!"
He smacks the duck with the turtle.
NEVILLE PROCTOR (Impersonating Arianny Voice): “No, Neville, stop; I can't take anymore. You’re too strong for me, too powerful. You are truly a god!”
The turtle is no longer beating the duck.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “Then, get down on your knees and worship the –“
Proctor looks up, smile fading. He’s just clued in he is being filmed.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “TURN IT OFF!”
CUT TO:
INT. BATHROOM – SLEAZY MOTEL – 10 MINUTES LATER
Neville Proctor remains in the bathtub, but the bubbles have faded; his entire posse of disciples surround the bathtub.
He’s mean mugging the camera, as are all his disciples.
SHORTY: “You got this, my lord; Arianny Blake doesn’t even stand a chance against you. Look at your size, my lord, compared to her; look at those muscles compared to the bones she got. You are – you’re like King Kong, and she the dumb, stupid blonde.”
Neville looks at both his arms; he’s admiring himself as he flexes.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “They are fabulous, aren’t they? Oh yeah.”
WHEELS: “You are the savior of wrestling, my lord; you are above all these low lives; not a single man or women on this roster even come close to your greatness. You are a pure masterpiece when you are inside the ring. You are undefeatable, my lord. Words just can’t even describe the skill you have. You know why?”
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “Of course I do, but please, do stroke my ego.”
WHEELS: “You are the savior of wrestling; you are a god.”
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “That I am. That I am.”
Neville chuckles to himself, loving every minute of it.
BELUGA: “You’re going to tear her limb to limb with your strength, rip her apart, place her on a BBQ and fry her up, melt some cheese over top her, add some HP sauce, yum, oh, and then—”
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “WHAT!? Did I tell you? No, just no, Beluga! Remember you are on a diet because you are fat. Fatty McFatty. NEXT!”
TOKEN: “She’s dumb, and a young slut.”
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “And?”
TOKEN: “That’s it.”
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “Anybody care to elaborate?”
DOLL: “She—“
Neville holds up his hand.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “Funny. Did anybody else hear me say, 'Hey, Doll, you can speak'?”
He looks around the room, and all the people shake their heads.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “That’s what I thought. Zip it.”
Neville rises from the bathtub butt naked.
NEVILLE PROCTOR (Whispering): “Dry me.”
He begins flexing in different poses as he stands in the bathtub. His posse of disciples begin blowing on him in an attempt to dry him off.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “Beluga, make my hair dance in the wind like they do it in the movies.”
Beluga begins huffing and puffing. She blows as hard as she can to make Neville's hair move, but she fails miserably.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “Blow harder. Oh yes, just like that! How does it look, Wrinkles?”
WRINKLES: “So cool, my lord.”
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “Indeed, it does! But NOW! See, I've seen what you have said, my child, taken note, and stored it away in my think bank, and I find it funny.”
His disciples stop blowing and laugh.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “That wasn’t the funny part ya’ll, damn it! This is the funny part, this part right here—that her, my child, actually thinks for one second that she could beat me. You say that you are perfection—you ain't perfection! You are the shit wiped from Beluga’s ass after a bowl of chilly.”
He chuckles at his horrible attempt at humor. Nobody laughs. He glares at each one, and they all join in on the laugh. He silences them.
Proctor steps out of the bathtub, walks over to the toilet, and takes a seat.
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “Redo, promo sucked!”
SHORTY: “I thought you were amazing, my lord.”
GLASSES: “My lord, we’ve been live the whole time.”
NEVILLE PROCTOR: “Damn it, Glasses, what do you mean?”
