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| Alex Ross | Jun 23 2008, 04:30 PM Post #1 |
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The Perfect 10
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There are various ways of addressing your opponent in the wrestling world. Some directly shoot on their rivals, insulting them and talking themselves above them. Others pick on their opponents discreetly and through situational ironies in pre-planned skits. Then you have your reality superstars, the ones who live through enough drama in their lives that they have no need for scripts or blatant attacks. They thrive on the day-by-day action that they take part in. What happens, though, when that action slows down to just... a regular life? What happens when you go from an ambitious young talent to a top star. There's nothing left to do, there's no reason for a fight anymore. Your life goes dry. The cameras stop following you around because you're fun to watch, but just because you're the World Champion. This is where Alex Ross seeks justice. Week after week, we watch Psyko Stevo and his little raisinette Jamal eat Trix and talk about what happened in school yesterday. Meanwhile, we have superstars being spoken to by voices from the dark, a man with a crush on the general manager, and so many other exciting stories to follow. But no, the spotlight remains the same, on the same set, on the same person. Now we open up to Alex Ross' on-air demonstration of a dialog heavy, meaningless promo. In this dramatization, you can expect only the highest quality in boring one-liners and every-day errands. Enjoy. We open to a well-lit room, but the light isn't artificial. In fact, it's morning! The sun beams through the abundance of windows surrounding the kitchen table placed center in the room. At the head of the table sits former International Champion, Alex Ross. He's wearing a lime green polo-shirt tightly tucked into a short pair of khaki shorts. In front of him is a bowl of Reese's Puffs, with the box placed in the center of the table. Ross is holding a newspaper as he shovels his sugary breakfast down. A small Indian boy walks into the room from a stairwell and sits down across from Ross. The boy pours himself a glass of milk from the gallon jug and sips on it. Boy: *in a heavy Indian accent* What are you eating? Ross: It's Reese's. Boy: Reese's for breakfast?! Ross: No, it's Reese's Puffs cereal! Boy: May I have a bowl? Ross: Of course, you live in America now, Hadji. There is never a time when you can not eat here! The boy shines with happiness. He dashes to the cupboard for a bowl and pours himself some cereal. He fills the bowl with milk and starts eating without hestiation. Out of nowhere, Alex Ross spits out a mouthful of milk and cereal all over his newspaper. Boy: Daddy Ross, what is wrong? Ross: George Carlin is dead! Boy: Who is George Carlin? Ross: George Carlin was a comedian. Boy: What is a comdimian? Ross: No, a comedian. Comedians are people who stand in front of other people and tell jokes. You know jokes, right? Boy: Yes, yes! I know that one about the rooster and the goat! Ross: Oh, I have not heard that one, Hadji. Please share it with me! Hadji: Oh, but it is much too long! I would not want to waste your on-screen dialog time, Daddy Ross! Ross: Please, we have all of the dialog time in the world! I'm in the main event now, remember? Hadji: Okay well there is this little Goat named Billy. Get it, because he is a billy goat? Well anyway, this little goat named Billy came across a rooster who's name was Hamlet. Oh wait no, it is not a rooster at all, I have messed up the joke already! It was a pig that Billy the goat comes across, named Hamlet! Get it? Like ham, a pig? So they meet each other in the woods. Ross: In the woods? But they are farm animals. Hadji: Oh yes, you are correct. I have messed up the joke once again! Ross: That's okay, Hadji. I still love you. I am so glad that I adopted you! Hadji: I am glad that you adopted me too, Daddy Ross. Otherwise I would still be sucking an American soldier's dick at gun point. Ross and Hadji both laugh in time with each other, almost like that of a '50's television show. Ross: Forget the farm animals, now that was a funny joke! Hadji: That was not a joke. Ross: *awkward pause* ... ... ... Well... Say, that painting that you did in art class, the one on the refrigerator, that is super, Hadji. Hadji: Thank you, I felt it necessary to pay attention to the details in my strokes on the face of the elephant. I did not want anyone thinking that it was an AFRICAN elephant! Ross: That's understandable. Hadji: Say, Daddy Ross, could you bring me to school today? I do not like riding the school bus. Ross: Hadji, it's the last day of school, don't you want to be with your friends? Hadji: They are not my friends. They make fun of me because I am different. Ross: Well, I've taught you differently then that. Hadji: Yes, I know this. That is why I would rather not face them. I would just like to go with you. You are my best friend in the whole world, Daddy Ross. Ross: You're my best friend in the whole world too, Hadji. In the window within camera sight, places just to the right of Alex Ross, Talon appears. He's staring at Alex Ross, angrily. The jealousy is unbearable. Talon storms off. Ross: Okay, you've talked me into it, I'll drive you to school, Hadji. Hadji: Thank you so much! Ross: Don't mention it! Hadji: I will not! Ross: Good! Hadji: Good! Ross: Get your backpack then, we should get going. Hadji runs off into another room and Alex Ross gets out of his chair. He pushes it back in, like a gentleman. He then takes both cereal bowls and places them in the sink. From there, he gets out a sponge and dish soap. 'The Perfect Ten' Alex Ross turns the faucet on and goes to town on washing the dishes. The action is crazy! He takes the sponge and SCRUBS! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD KING! OH MY GOD! He hits the bowl with a blast of Dawn! That bowl is down for the count! That thing is clean! As these everyday activities grow more and more exciting, Hadji comes back to make it even better! Hadji: I am ready, Daddy Ross! Ross: Get in the car, I'll be right there. Hadji runs out the door, leaving it wide open upon exit. Ross leaves the dishes on a drying rack next to the sink and he runs over to the door. As he gets his shoes on, he feels a brisk breeze from the open door. He decides to get his favorite zip up hoodie on to keep him warm, so he grabs it from the coat rack and puts it on. The hoodie reads "Numbe" on one side of the zipper and "r 1 Dad!" on the other side. When he zips it up, yes, it is revealed to say "Number 1 Dad!". He heads out, locking and closing the door on his way out. He walks down a set of stairs and from there enters the limo parked in front of his house. Holding the door open for him is a man in an all black tuxedo and absolutely no hair on his head, completely "Schick" smooth. Ross nods to him and crawls in next to little Indian Hadji. The tuxedoed man gets into the driver's seat. Ross: Good morning, Reeves. Reeves: Good morning, Master Ross. Are we taking young Hadji to school today? Ross: Yes, it's his last day, Reeves. Reeves: Wouldn't young Hadji prefer to ride the bus with his friends? Ross: That's what I thought, Reeves, but Hadji insisted. Reeves: Very well. To school we go! As the car pulls out from the curb, Alex Ross' cell phone rings. He answers it. The voice on the other side is loud enough to hear. Ross: Alex Ross speaking. Talon: Hey Ross, how did I do? Ross: Whatya mean? Talon: You told me to look into your kitchen window angrily. I don't really know if I captured the anger like you wanted me to. Ross: Ohhh, Talon, man... I'm sure you did fine. Talon: Well how did the promo go? Ross: Actually, I'm still doing it. Talon: Oh, I'm sorry. Ross: No, it's okay. This is adding in more dialog, so I guess it couldn't hurt, right? Talon: True. Where are you in the script? Ross: Oh, we're just now taking Hadji to school. Talon: Damn. You guys are really stretching this out. Ross: We've ad libbed. You should have heard the one that this kid came up with, something about sucking an American soldier's dick. This kid is classic! He's an amazing actor. Talon: So how do you think Stevo will react to this? Ross: Talon, Stevo doesn't react to anything. Stevo lives his life on screen. He acknowledges nothing but what is in his own little world. Do you think he'll even see this promo? Probably not. Talon: True. Though he will hear about it. Ross: Good, then he'll know I mean business. Maybe he'll grow some balls and actually address me. I'm not going to give him all of the attention he doesn't deserve so that I can just be another match in his auto-biography. I'm going to make myself a chapter. The chapter can be titled "The One Who Won When It Counted" and sub-titled "Two Stolen Championships". It'll make it a best-seller. Talon: Alright, well I'm glad I could add on to your dialog time, but I gotta go now. Bye. Ross: Okay, thanks. Bye. As Alex Ross hangs up his phone, they are at the school. Hadji steps out of the door to which Reeves has opened. The door closes and Reeves gets back in the driver's seat. Reeves: Back home, Master Ross? Ross: Actually, I still have to go to the movie theater. I really wan to see The Hulk. Would you like to watch it with me, Reeves? There should be a matinée pretty soon here. Reeves: I would love to, sir. The scene cuts black and fades back with Reeves and Alex Ross laughing and walking out of a movie theater with tubs of popcorn. Ross: I can't believe The Hulk used my nickname! I am 'Incredible'! I'm 'The Perfect Ten'! Oh well, no one will ever be more incredible than me, right Reeves? Reeves: That's right, sir. Soon you're going to be World Champion! Ross: Ohoho, Reeves, let's pretend to be modest. We wouldn't want to lose any supporters of our side in the main event match. Reeves: Right-o, sir! As the two men joke with each other, mocking Psyko Stevo, the person behind the counter calls Alex Ross over. Guy: Hey, Mr. Ross! Ross: A fan, Reeves! Can you believe it? Reeves: No, sir! They walk over to the desk. Ross: Who am I signing this to? Guy: Your face. I don't want an autograph. My manager wants you to know that he never wants to see you around here again. Ross: And why is that? Guy: He's a Psyko Stevo fan. Ross: Figures. Sorry, kid. Guy: Don't apologize to me. Ross: I don't think you really understand, I'm sorry. Guy: Why are you saying sorry to me? Alex Ross and Reeves look over to one another and both wink. The kid grows nervous, and rightfully so. Both men, simultaneously crash their popcorn tubs over the desk-persons head and he hits the ground with a bang, catching his head on the soda fountain on the way down. Ross and Reeves crack up, but realize that they have to get out of there fast. They run out of the building and make their way to the limo. They get in and speed away as we fade to black. |
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