Post by chase on Jan 10, 2021 21:42:58 GMT -5
[The scene opens on a crowded red eye flight on the tarmac of Los Angeles International airport where masked patrons attempt to tolerate having their six feet of personal space violated in the midst of a pandemic whilst boarding the red eye flight. The light from the bay door which is opening off-screen begins to flood the scene with harsh daylight, revealing the inside of a jet-liner. Silhouetted against the bright light of the door entrance is a group of waiting airline stewardesses. Their hands are raised in applause as a greeting to their customers. The distinct sound of four roaring jet engines firing up simultaneously is heard next as light begins to spill onto the face of Bryan Chase through the small bubble window revealing his face, lost in thought. A surgical dressing is pulled over both ears covering half his face.]The scene opens on a crowded red eye flight on the tarmac of Los Angeles International airport where masked patrons attempt to tolerate having their six feet of personal space violated in the midst of a pandemic whilst boarding the red eye flight. The light from the bay door which is opening off-screen begins to flood the scene with harsh daylight, revealing the inside of a jet-liner. Silhouetted against the bright light of the door entrance is a group of waiting airline stewardesses. Their hands are raised in applause as a greeting to their customers. The distinct sound of four roaring jet engines firing up simultaneously is heard next as light begins to spill onto the face of Bryan Chase through the small bubble window revealing his face, lost in thought. A surgical dressing is pulled over both ears covering half his face.]
-Chase-
“C’mon people! Can we please get this bucket of bolts and scrap metal into the friendly skies already?! I’m running late for my date with Jeffrey Daniels at the Powerade Centre in the Mississippi of Ontario, better known as Mississauga! Northern Pro Wrestling is giving us twenty minutes of that oh so sweet and precious television time to showcase our skillset to the Canadian Commonwealth and I’m beyond ready to leave this shit hole State A.S.A.P.”
[The one allowable carry-on bag, a light blue suitcase, is stowed in the overhead bin above the assigned ticket seating. Sweat glands secrete and discharge a colorless transparent acidic fluid through the body pores, leaving armpit stains under the upper limbs as Chase undoes the top button on his polyester satin maroon dress shirt and tugs on the collar, readjusting the bright pink pocket square on outer breast pocket of his one thousand dollar plaid burgundy colored sports coat.]
-Chase-
“Starting to feel a bit Closter phobic here..”
(Pilot intercom) “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard. We are set to take off soon so brace yourself for a bit of turbulence upon takeoff.”
[Bryan Chase grits his teeth and digs his nails into the arm rests as the airplane ascension survives a shaky lift off from the runway soaring into the darkness of night.]
-Chase- “Okay, alright. The worst part is over, besides the landing. Hopefully we don’t crash and burn into flames much like I did in my last match.”
[Bryan Chase glances out the small bubble window and blinks against the sunlight, takes out a pair of sunglasses and slips them on over sore eyes.]
(Pilot intercom) “We are presently flying at thirty-nine thousand feet on our flight from Los Angeles, California to Toronto, Ontario. We are expecting a smooth flight and anticipate an on-time arrival in Toronto at 10:05 AM GMT. We hope you enjoy your flight.”
Hello, this is your co-pilot speaking. It appears we are now going to be a bit late; one of our passengers, a fourth grade teacher from Nashville, thought it would be a great educational experience for us all to see the snow on the Rockies; so we took a little diversion-well, actually a rather significant diversion. You might not have noticed the Rockies or the snow since the entire area was covered in clouds, but we would all agree that she is a very nice lady and was quite well intentioned. But we are now headed east, the weather is looking fine, and again, we’re sorry for the delay and will get back to you as soon as we figure out our new arrival time.”
-Chase-
“You got to be kidding me. Unbelievable! This is why I prefer private jets. Carbon footprint my eye!”
(Pilot intercom) Uh, hello, it’s me again–your captain. We’re sorry but we lost a bit more time coming back from out west. The passenger in 5C thought it would be a good idea to turn on his phone without airplane mode turned on which resulted in a decrease in speed and causing us to fly at a lower altitude. I think we might have given the Donald a little scare when we almost knocked the top of Trump Tower in Chicago, though.”
[Bryan Chase breathes out an irritated sigh as he pulls out an iphone and places a call.]
-Chase- “Hello. The name’s Chase. Bryan Chase. I need a room. Any vacancies? Mr. Boss man made a reservation in my name? Well, well, well.. you don’t say. In that case. Make sure there's a box of Montecristo Cubans in the room and a bottle of Cristal on ice. For post celebration, of course.”
(To be continued? Possibly.)
-Chase-
“C’mon people! Can we please get this bucket of bolts and scrap metal into the friendly skies already?! I’m running late for my date with Jeffrey Daniels at the Powerade Centre in the Mississippi of Ontario, better known as Mississauga! Northern Pro Wrestling is giving us twenty minutes of that oh so sweet and precious television time to showcase our skillset to the Canadian Commonwealth and I’m beyond ready to leave this shit hole State A.S.A.P.”
[The one allowable carry-on bag, a light blue suitcase, is stowed in the overhead bin above the assigned ticket seating. Sweat glands secrete and discharge a colorless transparent acidic fluid through the body pores, leaving armpit stains under the upper limbs as Chase undoes the top button on his polyester satin maroon dress shirt and tugs on the collar, readjusting the bright pink pocket square on outer breast pocket of his one thousand dollar plaid burgundy colored sports coat.]
-Chase-
“Starting to feel a bit Closter phobic here..”
(Pilot intercom) “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard. We are set to take off soon so brace yourself for a bit of turbulence upon takeoff.”
[Bryan Chase grits his teeth and digs his nails into the arm rests as the airplane ascension survives a shaky lift off from the runway soaring into the darkness of night.]
-Chase- “Okay, alright. The worst part is over, besides the landing. Hopefully we don’t crash and burn into flames much like I did in my last match.”
[Bryan Chase glances out the small bubble window and blinks against the sunlight, takes out a pair of sunglasses and slips them on over sore eyes.]
(Pilot intercom) “We are presently flying at thirty-nine thousand feet on our flight from Los Angeles, California to Toronto, Ontario. We are expecting a smooth flight and anticipate an on-time arrival in Toronto at 10:05 AM GMT. We hope you enjoy your flight.”
Hello, this is your co-pilot speaking. It appears we are now going to be a bit late; one of our passengers, a fourth grade teacher from Nashville, thought it would be a great educational experience for us all to see the snow on the Rockies; so we took a little diversion-well, actually a rather significant diversion. You might not have noticed the Rockies or the snow since the entire area was covered in clouds, but we would all agree that she is a very nice lady and was quite well intentioned. But we are now headed east, the weather is looking fine, and again, we’re sorry for the delay and will get back to you as soon as we figure out our new arrival time.”
-Chase-
“You got to be kidding me. Unbelievable! This is why I prefer private jets. Carbon footprint my eye!”
(Pilot intercom) Uh, hello, it’s me again–your captain. We’re sorry but we lost a bit more time coming back from out west. The passenger in 5C thought it would be a good idea to turn on his phone without airplane mode turned on which resulted in a decrease in speed and causing us to fly at a lower altitude. I think we might have given the Donald a little scare when we almost knocked the top of Trump Tower in Chicago, though.”
[Bryan Chase breathes out an irritated sigh as he pulls out an iphone and places a call.]
-Chase- “Hello. The name’s Chase. Bryan Chase. I need a room. Any vacancies? Mr. Boss man made a reservation in my name? Well, well, well.. you don’t say. In that case. Make sure there's a box of Montecristo Cubans in the room and a bottle of Cristal on ice. For post celebration, of course.”
(To be continued? Possibly.)