Chapter Two: Keeping Everyone Honest
Apr 2, 2018 2:09:25 GMT -5
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Post by Cramshaw on Apr 2, 2018 2:09:25 GMT -5
* The scene opens to AWA interviewer, Honest Al standing in a hallway during the first ever AWA Weekly Extravaganza Taping at some hellhole in the heart of California. The paint peeling off of the paint - smothered brick wall behind him.*
Camera Operator: Are we waiting on someone, or are you just going to stand there, Al?
*Suddenly, a large shadow can be seen from a distance in the spotlight centered on Honest Al.*
"Not just anyone, you are waiting on I."
*Al looks to his left, and moves the mic to his mouth as he begins to speak.*
Honest Al: "There he i - ....
*Magnus Cramshaw II grabs the microphone straight from the hand of Al, mid sentence. Cramshaw dressed in his signature navy blue robe, unwraps the tape from his right wrist before he begins, he picks up the two pieces of his broken waking stick.*
"Intellectual speaking here, Al."
Honest Al: "Well I was ju - ....
"INTELLECTUAL SPEAKING!"
*Cramshaw stares at Al, awaiting a sort of stupid response from Honest Al, nothing comes out of his mouth and Cramshaw continues; he abruptly takes the two pieces of the walking stick and gives them to Al aggressively, pushing them into his chest; Al scoops them up under pressure and holds them*
"Now, Jackie Ellsman ....
*Al looks at Cramshaw, with that kind of loom you get when someone butchers the name of another person.*
Honest Al: " I think his name is James Ellsworth ...
"INTELLECTUAL SPEAKING, ALLAN! SHUT IT!"
*Cramshaw swats Al on the head, Al quickly holds the part of his head that was struck, and Cramshaw grins.*
"You know, the only honest thing about you Allan, is that stupid sad look you always have on your face. What happened? Did that wife of yours finally leave?"
*Al's mouth drops, as if to emotionally show that Cramshaw was bang on, he drops the pieces of the walking stick and walks closer to Cramshaw.*
"Oh sure, drop my precious ol' walking stick. It already smells like stale beer and piss from knocking that idiot over the head."
Honest Al: "You have a lot of nerve, saying something like that to me you big buffoon!
*Al shakes his fist at Cramshaw, and he drops the mic.*
"Oh how silly must you be Al, we were just being Honest."
*Magnus grabs Al by the tie, hanging from his neck, and pulls him closer; putting them face to face.*
"Your interviews suck, you have no personality, and my wife is stronger than you. Now get out of here!"
*Honest Al runs off, leaving Cramshaw to hijack the production area, Cramshaw bends down to pick up the mic, he gets up and stares into the camera.*
"Daruun Michael, Nano - Tron. One week from today, I will have a new prestigious walking stick, and I'll bring one for Kid Cosmo; I might be on the opening slot with a bunch of losers, however, if any of you learned anything about me tonight. It is that I, Magnus Cramshaw the second understand the concept of creating and delivering an impact. At Weekly Extravaganza Two, you may call in for a vacation day, because if not, I will be sending you on a permanent one. I let Honest Al go, but be assured that you will not be going anywhere but to a hospital bed next week! Place your orders for a triple, extra - large hospital bed and a body bag; because if you do, indeed, show up to our match, the fat loser and his fifty pound sidekick will be leaving this arena in an ambulance, and a hearse. Myself, and Cosmo Kid will be the judges of that, rain or shine, we'll wash our hands of it over a glass of wine."
Tug! Tug!
*Just then, Magnus Cramshaw the second, looks down; a young child pulling on his long robe, a promotional picture of Cramshaw in his little hand.*
"UNHAND ME, IDIOT!"
*The mother of the young child walks over.*
Mother: "Stop that, Billy."
Billy: But mommy, he's my favorite!
*The mother and Cramshaw make direct eye contact, you can feel the anger of Cramshaw as he steps away from the child.*
Mother: "You really are his favorite, can he get an autograph?"
Billy: "PLEASEEEE MISTER CRAMSHAW."
*Cramshaw looks at the mother, and then little Billy, he grins sheepishly and bends down.*
"Why sure he can, miss."
*Billy is smiling ear to ear, a drip of drool lands on the promotional picture just as Cramshaw puts his hand on it, he looks at Billy, and then up at Billy's mother and stands up.*
"On that note ...
*Cramshaw rips the picture in half and tosses it to the feet of the young child, his mother's jaw drops in disbelief as Billy starts to cry. Cramshaw picks up his walking stick, and looks at the mother consoling her child.*
"Now if you will excuse me, I have to go clean the cheeto stains off my precious walking stick, before I add it to my display cases."
"Cramshaw begins down the hall, laughing evily."
"Magnus, one. World, zero."
*The scene fades."
Camera Operator: Are we waiting on someone, or are you just going to stand there, Al?
*Suddenly, a large shadow can be seen from a distance in the spotlight centered on Honest Al.*
"Not just anyone, you are waiting on I."
*Al looks to his left, and moves the mic to his mouth as he begins to speak.*
Honest Al: "There he i - ....
*Magnus Cramshaw II grabs the microphone straight from the hand of Al, mid sentence. Cramshaw dressed in his signature navy blue robe, unwraps the tape from his right wrist before he begins, he picks up the two pieces of his broken waking stick.*
"Intellectual speaking here, Al."
Honest Al: "Well I was ju - ....
"INTELLECTUAL SPEAKING!"
*Cramshaw stares at Al, awaiting a sort of stupid response from Honest Al, nothing comes out of his mouth and Cramshaw continues; he abruptly takes the two pieces of the walking stick and gives them to Al aggressively, pushing them into his chest; Al scoops them up under pressure and holds them*
"Now, Jackie Ellsman ....
*Al looks at Cramshaw, with that kind of loom you get when someone butchers the name of another person.*
Honest Al: " I think his name is James Ellsworth ...
"INTELLECTUAL SPEAKING, ALLAN! SHUT IT!"
*Cramshaw swats Al on the head, Al quickly holds the part of his head that was struck, and Cramshaw grins.*
"You know, the only honest thing about you Allan, is that stupid sad look you always have on your face. What happened? Did that wife of yours finally leave?"
*Al's mouth drops, as if to emotionally show that Cramshaw was bang on, he drops the pieces of the walking stick and walks closer to Cramshaw.*
"Oh sure, drop my precious ol' walking stick. It already smells like stale beer and piss from knocking that idiot over the head."
Honest Al: "You have a lot of nerve, saying something like that to me you big buffoon!
*Al shakes his fist at Cramshaw, and he drops the mic.*
"Oh how silly must you be Al, we were just being Honest."
*Magnus grabs Al by the tie, hanging from his neck, and pulls him closer; putting them face to face.*
"Your interviews suck, you have no personality, and my wife is stronger than you. Now get out of here!"
*Honest Al runs off, leaving Cramshaw to hijack the production area, Cramshaw bends down to pick up the mic, he gets up and stares into the camera.*
"Daruun Michael, Nano - Tron. One week from today, I will have a new prestigious walking stick, and I'll bring one for Kid Cosmo; I might be on the opening slot with a bunch of losers, however, if any of you learned anything about me tonight. It is that I, Magnus Cramshaw the second understand the concept of creating and delivering an impact. At Weekly Extravaganza Two, you may call in for a vacation day, because if not, I will be sending you on a permanent one. I let Honest Al go, but be assured that you will not be going anywhere but to a hospital bed next week! Place your orders for a triple, extra - large hospital bed and a body bag; because if you do, indeed, show up to our match, the fat loser and his fifty pound sidekick will be leaving this arena in an ambulance, and a hearse. Myself, and Cosmo Kid will be the judges of that, rain or shine, we'll wash our hands of it over a glass of wine."
Tug! Tug!
*Just then, Magnus Cramshaw the second, looks down; a young child pulling on his long robe, a promotional picture of Cramshaw in his little hand.*
"UNHAND ME, IDIOT!"
*The mother of the young child walks over.*
Mother: "Stop that, Billy."
Billy: But mommy, he's my favorite!
*The mother and Cramshaw make direct eye contact, you can feel the anger of Cramshaw as he steps away from the child.*
Mother: "You really are his favorite, can he get an autograph?"
Billy: "PLEASEEEE MISTER CRAMSHAW."
*Cramshaw looks at the mother, and then little Billy, he grins sheepishly and bends down.*
"Why sure he can, miss."
*Billy is smiling ear to ear, a drip of drool lands on the promotional picture just as Cramshaw puts his hand on it, he looks at Billy, and then up at Billy's mother and stands up.*
"On that note ...
*Cramshaw rips the picture in half and tosses it to the feet of the young child, his mother's jaw drops in disbelief as Billy starts to cry. Cramshaw picks up his walking stick, and looks at the mother consoling her child.*
"Now if you will excuse me, I have to go clean the cheeto stains off my precious walking stick, before I add it to my display cases."
"Cramshaw begins down the hall, laughing evily."
"Magnus, one. World, zero."
*The scene fades."
