Post by Visit Neom on Oct 17, 2022 8:04:52 GMT -5
NAPA ROSE
DISNEY’S GRAND CALIFORNIAN HOTEL & SPA
ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA
THE MORNING AFTER PALM SPRINGS PUNISHMENT
(The shot fades up on Marty Donovan in a gray Armani suit with an exclusive pin on his lapel. The wrestler is surrounded by warm-hued craftsman décor, seemingly inspired by the natural beauty of the Golden State. The shot zooms out further and we see Marty is seated at a restaurant table with a three tier tray of breakfast pastries in front of him)
Marty: I want to thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice. I know the trip from Palm Springs to Anaheim, even chauffeured, isn't an easy one. Last night I celebrated victory in the usual manner, posing nude in front of a full length mirror while viewing my match at .25 speed. Normally, I have Carly Simone's Nobody Does It Better on loop, but the bluetooth headset was being difficult. I accidentally caught some of the commentary. How do I put this?
(Marty takes a sip of his orange juice and ponders for a moment.)
Marty: I just really think this Costa Pacifica thing has legs. Look, It's no secret that I'm sort of a big deal at House Mouse now. You give me an executive producer credit and I will get this idea in front of the right people.
(The camera zooms out and we see Phil Blauer seated across the table. The color commentator is dressed in jean shorts and a red t-shirt that reads "6 out of 7 Dwarfs aren't Happy". The tag is still on the shirt and he also has a pair of circular sunglasses with holographic reptile eyes in them. Phil drops his blueberry muffin in shock and begins to fight back tears.)
Phil: Martin, how can I ever thank you? I just have so much art to offer the world. I was terrified it wouldn’t be preserved for future generations. I don’t…
(Phil breaks down and cries. Marty leans across the table and gives him a pat on the shoulder.)
Marty: No time for tears, buddy. Happy don't cry.
(Phil looks up with a new purpose.)
Phil Blauer: Happy catches killers.
Marty: Dang right he does. I did some brainstorming on the ride over. The other dwarfs dying in the mine is great, but it shouldn't be an accident. The twist is Dopey set a trap. He's a sick freak who's been playing dumb all these years, so he can get his hands on the diamonds. Just picture the moment of the big reveal, when the look on his face changes from a dopey grin to a sadistic smile. This role was just made for Gary Oldman.
Phil: He has experience from Tiptoes!
Marty: Exactly! People are so critical these days that we have to make sure that we get every detail right. This project will honor the past, while still shaping a bold new future for the character.
(Marty turns and addresses someone off camera.)
Marty: That is why it is important that we get her blessing. When is the next opening for our elevator pitch?
(The shot zooms out further and we see a completely confused waitress.Clearly, this woman had walked over to take their order and been trapped for the rambling. The camera continues zooming out and we see that the room is filled with parents and little girls. A banner reads DISNEY PRINCESS BREAKFAST ADVENTURES . The waitress looks at the camera, awkwardly, before turning to Marty.)
Waitress: I’m sorry, who are you looking for?
Marty: Snow White! If this pilot is going to get off the ground then we need her seal of approval.
Waitress: Oh! Well, they have different princesses show up each day. I can go check if she’s here for you.
Marty: What do you mean IF she’s here? I shelled out 250 bucks! You’re saying I might have to meet some curtain jerker like Raya?
(Phil shakes his head in disgust before removing his shades and turning towards the waitress.)
Phil: Look, I hate playing the celebrity card. Does the great Tijuana river flood ring any bells? I was the only reporter with the balls to experience a swift water rescue first hand. No doubt you recognize me. Now go fetch Snow White and some extra cheese danishes.
Waitress: I will be right back!
(The waitress runs out of frame as fast as humanly possible. Marty just then notices the camera crew.)
Marty: Oh, I didn’t see you guys there. Hey, are you going to cut out that big plot twist I mentioned? We can’t have Costa Pacifica spoiled before it even airs.
(The crew doesn’t respond and instead hands Marty a sheet of paper. A big grin appears on his face.)
Marty: Oh, this must be the card for LA. Bet you wanted to catch old Marty's reaction when he learned of his first world title shot in 14 years. Okay, I will try to look shocked.
(Marty takes a moment to get in character before reading the card. The smile on his face is replaced with confusion.)
Marty: Wait, is this the Coachella house show?
(The camera shakes to indicate no.)
Marty: But this has me in a normal tag match.
(The camera shakes to indicate yes.)
Marty: But that would mean I’m not getting a world title shot.
( We jump cut to Marty and Phil sitting outside of the restaurant on the curb. In the background, through a large window, we can see the staff desperately cleaning up the orange juice and pastry stained table where someone had a breakfast tantrum.)
Phil: You took that well.
Marty: I’ve never been so disrespected before, Phil. I can’t stomach anymore of Evan’s bullshit. I swear he better not show up to Los Angeles. If I see him backstage I am going to slap the taste out of his mouth. I promise you.
Phil: Gillman claimed you were wrong last show. He said Johnnie is still running things.
Marty: There is no way Johnnie would treat me like this. I know he had a drug problem, but we were friends for years. I made him a lot of money. If he’s still alive then he’s not with it anymore. Johnnie must be drooling in the corner while greedy Valentines split up the social security checks. This reeks of entitled children, that don’t know the first thing about the business, milking dad’s good name for all it is worth.
Phil: These days it is hard to know what to believe with deep fakes and Tupac holograms. Johnnie seemed real enough when he was screaming in my face yesterday, but something was just off. He said that the Chinese accent I did during Cyan’s interview wasn’t funny. Me!?! Not funny!?!
Marty: I think this conspiracy runs deeper than anyone even knows. Have you ever got a good look at Richie Richardson? He has Valentine ears. I refuse to wrestle any more matches with that snake involved.
Phil: I will go back in there and see if I can smooth things over. Snow White has the day off, but maybe we could pitch to Belle. She is well read.
(Marty hands Phil a wad of cash.)
Marty: Give a nice tip to that busboy I called a Mexican Andy Dick.
Phil: Which one was he again?
Marty: The one who looks like a Mexican Andy Dick.
Phil: Oh, that one!
(Phil swaggers back inside the restaurants, cash in hand. Marty sighs and looks up at the camera.)
Marty: Alexander Von Blankenship. Don’t take any of this personally, kid. You have potential. I have no problem teaming in some six man tag at a house show or comic-con. We’re talking about the red light though. I didn’t go through a grueling Reedy Creek Rules match to just stand on the apron and clap while you lock in an armbar.
(Marty shakes his head in frustration.)
Marty: You’re good, but not as good as you think you are. Nobody cared about your tiny violin press conference. You're a liability in a match that is personal to me. Yeah, I said it. I'll address the elephant in the room. I've never defeated Syberus.
(Marty holds up a finger.)
Marty: The first match was in Japan and I had Soutter in my ear talking about how this was more of an exhibition than anything else. The aussie had me believing that Johnnie wouldn't let the title switch hands overseas, especially to some unknown at the time. I figured the bell ringer would be out to get me, so I didn't care enough. We drank fosters until the sun rose.
(Marty holds up another finger.)
Marty: The next match was after I won Hardkore Helloween. This time Fierce was in my ear about how I needed special strategies and weapons. The game plan got too complicated and the nerves grew. That time I cared too much.
(Marty holds up a third finger.)
Marty: The third match…never happened. Couldn’t risk it. It never happened because nobody can beat me 3 times. Alex, you should know that this place has a history of protecting Syberus. I get it. That exotic accent and flowing golden locks. He’s a cash cow. You can’t risk him taking losses. I’ve had a great career and won titles all over the world, but I’ve always had to unfairly deal with a Mancunian glass ceiling.
(Marty stands up and adjusts his tie.)
Marty: The cherry on top is getting to cripple Kilroy too. That clout chasing clown is always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. He tried to make me look like the villain just because I tormented a bloody woman in a claustrophobic, pitch black cage. Get a grip, buddy.
(Marty ponders something for a moment before looking back at the camera.)
Marty: Alex, my young boy, you’re not allowed to tag into the match. I can’t trust you to do much more than bring me towels. However, I will grant you permission to brawl at ringside with Kilroy. That will be a great learning experience. Don’t worry about his deathmatch reputation. You brought a new fast food meal into existence. Kilroy is more likely to kiss than kill you. Heck, you might want to stash a couple of those combo meals under the apron as distractions.
(Marty crosses his arms and smirks.)
Marty: Get your tickets now, folks. In LA I shatter the glass ceiling and stake my claim to wrestling’s top prize.
(Phil excitedly runs out of the restaurant with a young woman dressed as Ariel who is clutching the wad of cash.)
Phil: Marty! Marty! Belle was in the middle of a story time, but I was able to pitch to Gina here. You have got to hear this.
Gina: You should do like the Pearl Harbor thing and have everyone think Happy died in the mining accident. He was dating Snow White, but she is now with his brother. Happy shows back up and neither of them have the heart to tell him.
(Marty’s jaw drops and he starts fist pumping.)
Marty: Yes! This is why you need women in the writers’ room.
(The three of them run off screen as they continue to pitch ideas.)
DISNEY’S GRAND CALIFORNIAN HOTEL & SPA
ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA
THE MORNING AFTER PALM SPRINGS PUNISHMENT
(The shot fades up on Marty Donovan in a gray Armani suit with an exclusive pin on his lapel. The wrestler is surrounded by warm-hued craftsman décor, seemingly inspired by the natural beauty of the Golden State. The shot zooms out further and we see Marty is seated at a restaurant table with a three tier tray of breakfast pastries in front of him)
Marty: I want to thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice. I know the trip from Palm Springs to Anaheim, even chauffeured, isn't an easy one. Last night I celebrated victory in the usual manner, posing nude in front of a full length mirror while viewing my match at .25 speed. Normally, I have Carly Simone's Nobody Does It Better on loop, but the bluetooth headset was being difficult. I accidentally caught some of the commentary. How do I put this?
(Marty takes a sip of his orange juice and ponders for a moment.)
Marty: I just really think this Costa Pacifica thing has legs. Look, It's no secret that I'm sort of a big deal at House Mouse now. You give me an executive producer credit and I will get this idea in front of the right people.
(The camera zooms out and we see Phil Blauer seated across the table. The color commentator is dressed in jean shorts and a red t-shirt that reads "6 out of 7 Dwarfs aren't Happy". The tag is still on the shirt and he also has a pair of circular sunglasses with holographic reptile eyes in them. Phil drops his blueberry muffin in shock and begins to fight back tears.)
Phil: Martin, how can I ever thank you? I just have so much art to offer the world. I was terrified it wouldn’t be preserved for future generations. I don’t…
(Phil breaks down and cries. Marty leans across the table and gives him a pat on the shoulder.)
Marty: No time for tears, buddy. Happy don't cry.
(Phil looks up with a new purpose.)
Phil Blauer: Happy catches killers.
Marty: Dang right he does. I did some brainstorming on the ride over. The other dwarfs dying in the mine is great, but it shouldn't be an accident. The twist is Dopey set a trap. He's a sick freak who's been playing dumb all these years, so he can get his hands on the diamonds. Just picture the moment of the big reveal, when the look on his face changes from a dopey grin to a sadistic smile. This role was just made for Gary Oldman.
Phil: He has experience from Tiptoes!
Marty: Exactly! People are so critical these days that we have to make sure that we get every detail right. This project will honor the past, while still shaping a bold new future for the character.
(Marty turns and addresses someone off camera.)
Marty: That is why it is important that we get her blessing. When is the next opening for our elevator pitch?
(The shot zooms out further and we see a completely confused waitress.Clearly, this woman had walked over to take their order and been trapped for the rambling. The camera continues zooming out and we see that the room is filled with parents and little girls. A banner reads DISNEY PRINCESS BREAKFAST ADVENTURES . The waitress looks at the camera, awkwardly, before turning to Marty.)
Waitress: I’m sorry, who are you looking for?
Marty: Snow White! If this pilot is going to get off the ground then we need her seal of approval.
Waitress: Oh! Well, they have different princesses show up each day. I can go check if she’s here for you.
Marty: What do you mean IF she’s here? I shelled out 250 bucks! You’re saying I might have to meet some curtain jerker like Raya?
(Phil shakes his head in disgust before removing his shades and turning towards the waitress.)
Phil: Look, I hate playing the celebrity card. Does the great Tijuana river flood ring any bells? I was the only reporter with the balls to experience a swift water rescue first hand. No doubt you recognize me. Now go fetch Snow White and some extra cheese danishes.
Waitress: I will be right back!
(The waitress runs out of frame as fast as humanly possible. Marty just then notices the camera crew.)
Marty: Oh, I didn’t see you guys there. Hey, are you going to cut out that big plot twist I mentioned? We can’t have Costa Pacifica spoiled before it even airs.
(The crew doesn’t respond and instead hands Marty a sheet of paper. A big grin appears on his face.)
Marty: Oh, this must be the card for LA. Bet you wanted to catch old Marty's reaction when he learned of his first world title shot in 14 years. Okay, I will try to look shocked.
(Marty takes a moment to get in character before reading the card. The smile on his face is replaced with confusion.)
Marty: Wait, is this the Coachella house show?
(The camera shakes to indicate no.)
Marty: But this has me in a normal tag match.
(The camera shakes to indicate yes.)
Marty: But that would mean I’m not getting a world title shot.
( We jump cut to Marty and Phil sitting outside of the restaurant on the curb. In the background, through a large window, we can see the staff desperately cleaning up the orange juice and pastry stained table where someone had a breakfast tantrum.)
Phil: You took that well.
Marty: I’ve never been so disrespected before, Phil. I can’t stomach anymore of Evan’s bullshit. I swear he better not show up to Los Angeles. If I see him backstage I am going to slap the taste out of his mouth. I promise you.
Phil: Gillman claimed you were wrong last show. He said Johnnie is still running things.
Marty: There is no way Johnnie would treat me like this. I know he had a drug problem, but we were friends for years. I made him a lot of money. If he’s still alive then he’s not with it anymore. Johnnie must be drooling in the corner while greedy Valentines split up the social security checks. This reeks of entitled children, that don’t know the first thing about the business, milking dad’s good name for all it is worth.
Phil: These days it is hard to know what to believe with deep fakes and Tupac holograms. Johnnie seemed real enough when he was screaming in my face yesterday, but something was just off. He said that the Chinese accent I did during Cyan’s interview wasn’t funny. Me!?! Not funny!?!
Marty: I think this conspiracy runs deeper than anyone even knows. Have you ever got a good look at Richie Richardson? He has Valentine ears. I refuse to wrestle any more matches with that snake involved.
Phil: I will go back in there and see if I can smooth things over. Snow White has the day off, but maybe we could pitch to Belle. She is well read.
(Marty hands Phil a wad of cash.)
Marty: Give a nice tip to that busboy I called a Mexican Andy Dick.
Phil: Which one was he again?
Marty: The one who looks like a Mexican Andy Dick.
Phil: Oh, that one!
(Phil swaggers back inside the restaurants, cash in hand. Marty sighs and looks up at the camera.)
Marty: Alexander Von Blankenship. Don’t take any of this personally, kid. You have potential. I have no problem teaming in some six man tag at a house show or comic-con. We’re talking about the red light though. I didn’t go through a grueling Reedy Creek Rules match to just stand on the apron and clap while you lock in an armbar.
(Marty shakes his head in frustration.)
Marty: You’re good, but not as good as you think you are. Nobody cared about your tiny violin press conference. You're a liability in a match that is personal to me. Yeah, I said it. I'll address the elephant in the room. I've never defeated Syberus.
(Marty holds up a finger.)
Marty: The first match was in Japan and I had Soutter in my ear talking about how this was more of an exhibition than anything else. The aussie had me believing that Johnnie wouldn't let the title switch hands overseas, especially to some unknown at the time. I figured the bell ringer would be out to get me, so I didn't care enough. We drank fosters until the sun rose.
(Marty holds up another finger.)
Marty: The next match was after I won Hardkore Helloween. This time Fierce was in my ear about how I needed special strategies and weapons. The game plan got too complicated and the nerves grew. That time I cared too much.
(Marty holds up a third finger.)
Marty: The third match…never happened. Couldn’t risk it. It never happened because nobody can beat me 3 times. Alex, you should know that this place has a history of protecting Syberus. I get it. That exotic accent and flowing golden locks. He’s a cash cow. You can’t risk him taking losses. I’ve had a great career and won titles all over the world, but I’ve always had to unfairly deal with a Mancunian glass ceiling.
(Marty stands up and adjusts his tie.)
Marty: The cherry on top is getting to cripple Kilroy too. That clout chasing clown is always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. He tried to make me look like the villain just because I tormented a bloody woman in a claustrophobic, pitch black cage. Get a grip, buddy.
(Marty ponders something for a moment before looking back at the camera.)
Marty: Alex, my young boy, you’re not allowed to tag into the match. I can’t trust you to do much more than bring me towels. However, I will grant you permission to brawl at ringside with Kilroy. That will be a great learning experience. Don’t worry about his deathmatch reputation. You brought a new fast food meal into existence. Kilroy is more likely to kiss than kill you. Heck, you might want to stash a couple of those combo meals under the apron as distractions.
(Marty crosses his arms and smirks.)
Marty: Get your tickets now, folks. In LA I shatter the glass ceiling and stake my claim to wrestling’s top prize.
(Phil excitedly runs out of the restaurant with a young woman dressed as Ariel who is clutching the wad of cash.)
Phil: Marty! Marty! Belle was in the middle of a story time, but I was able to pitch to Gina here. You have got to hear this.
Gina: You should do like the Pearl Harbor thing and have everyone think Happy died in the mining accident. He was dating Snow White, but she is now with his brother. Happy shows back up and neither of them have the heart to tell him.
(Marty’s jaw drops and he starts fist pumping.)
Marty: Yes! This is why you need women in the writers’ room.
(The three of them run off screen as they continue to pitch ideas.)