Post by BIG MCLARGEHUGE on Jul 18, 2016 20:27:34 GMT -5
“WHO the HELL ARE YOU?”
A wisp of a man is startled and steps back from the screen door that looks inside the dark portal of the aluminum trailer he was sent to.
“I’m uh, Todd.”
“TODD?!”
As if making sure to see if he is who he says he is, he looks at his name tag sticker plastered over the right breast pocket of his black WFWF production crew t-shirt.
“I’m with, um, the company you just started with. I just started with. I’m an intern and they uh, sent me to film some b-roll and maybe get some words about your debut. You know, they love content.”
There’s a long period of silence as Todd just stands there. He looks down as the camera and equipment at his feet. He shuffles his feet. Another moment passes and he takes off his black rimmed glasses and wipes the perspiration off the lenses with the collar of his shirt. Todd, just Todd, is a junior at Full Sail university and he has just been accepted into an internship to help film and produce content for the WFWF. His mentor and boss has conveniently allows Todd to spread his wings and fly for this assignment. He drove from his home in Orlando to the repugnant cesspool of Dover, Ohio -- home to scumbags and losers alike.
The screen door creaks open and out steps a hulking mass of a man. He ducks under the door frame and still manages to bash his forehead right into the steel. He shakes it off and looms over the young Todd.
“Why are you in your underwear, sir?”
“YOU GOTTA BE READY ANY TIME,” the large man points at his black trunks, “and this AIN’T underwear,” and at this point he starts to whisper real quietly, “I ain’t wearing no underwear, boy.”
“Oh, you’re, uh a real go-getter,” Todd stammers a little as he tries to get back on track, “well, let's get started.”
The intern turns his attention to getting his equipment ready to film. He hands the man, who still hasn’t introduced himself, a mic pack. The behemoth sniffs and looks at the device blankly.
“Just uh, clip that microphone onto your vest,” Todd tries to be nice and not bring attention to that the man is incredibly sweaty and his black leather vest is lathered in sweat, too.
The giant of a man complies and then just continues stare blankly at Todd. Todd is pretty sure he’ll be the focus of one of those murder porn shows.
“I’m gonna turn the camera on and you, uh, just talk about your match. I heard a rumor that, uh, management loves when people generically talk to other people about their match. Talk about you, why you’re here, you know your motivations. You’re debuting at the next show Defiance and you’re facing Trevor Wolf. You’ve got a lot of buzz. Cool?”
The man nods and licks his lips.
“R-r-right,” he adjusts the HD camera on his shoulder, “Start in three, two, one …”
===
The shot opens with a mammoth of a man. The ambience of the hot and humid day surrounds the man as he looks as in the distance with a stoic expression.
And then he opens his mouth.
“LISTEN TO ME, LITTLE PEOPLE of the EARTH! EVER since I’ve JOINED THIS PLACE, I AM UNDEFEATED!!!”
The camera zooms in closer on his face as spittle lands all over the lense.
“I AM 55-0! FIFTY WINS AND ZERO LOSSES. BIG MCLARGEHUGE CANNOT NOT BE DEFEATED.”
“Hold on, cut, you haven’t even had--”
“Don’t INTERRUPT ME, BOY!! My nipples are erect -- that means I CANNOT BE STOPPED! IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO I FACE, TODD! I heard … HEARD,” Big grabs the camera by both hands inviting the viewers to look inside his mouth, “LISTEN TO ME!!! They want me to fight a real life WOLF.”
“No, no, it’s a ring name -- like yours…”
“I WAS born BIG and they want to make me fight a WOLF. A REAL LIFE WOLF LIKE THE OLDEN DAYS. The emperor of Rome looks to me and tells BIG -- YOU ARE THE GREATEST CHAMPION but now I hang the SWORD OF HERCULES OVER YOU LIKE IMPENDING DANGER…”
“Uh…”
BIG shoves Todd, and his camera, away and starts laughing maniacally.
“DANGER!! It’s A METAPHOR, KID, KEEP UP! WELL, WOLF, I’m not as DUMB AS I LOOK. I’M COMING TO DEFECATION AND I WILL BE PROVE WHY I am the biggest MAN ALIVE and no puppy dog can PROVE ME WRONG.”
Big stands there a moment and Todd thinks that he’s done so the last thing we hear…
“ALSO--”
A wisp of a man is startled and steps back from the screen door that looks inside the dark portal of the aluminum trailer he was sent to.
“I’m uh, Todd.”
“TODD?!”
As if making sure to see if he is who he says he is, he looks at his name tag sticker plastered over the right breast pocket of his black WFWF production crew t-shirt.
“I’m with, um, the company you just started with. I just started with. I’m an intern and they uh, sent me to film some b-roll and maybe get some words about your debut. You know, they love content.”
There’s a long period of silence as Todd just stands there. He looks down as the camera and equipment at his feet. He shuffles his feet. Another moment passes and he takes off his black rimmed glasses and wipes the perspiration off the lenses with the collar of his shirt. Todd, just Todd, is a junior at Full Sail university and he has just been accepted into an internship to help film and produce content for the WFWF. His mentor and boss has conveniently allows Todd to spread his wings and fly for this assignment. He drove from his home in Orlando to the repugnant cesspool of Dover, Ohio -- home to scumbags and losers alike.
The screen door creaks open and out steps a hulking mass of a man. He ducks under the door frame and still manages to bash his forehead right into the steel. He shakes it off and looms over the young Todd.
“Why are you in your underwear, sir?”
“YOU GOTTA BE READY ANY TIME,” the large man points at his black trunks, “and this AIN’T underwear,” and at this point he starts to whisper real quietly, “I ain’t wearing no underwear, boy.”
“Oh, you’re, uh a real go-getter,” Todd stammers a little as he tries to get back on track, “well, let's get started.”
The intern turns his attention to getting his equipment ready to film. He hands the man, who still hasn’t introduced himself, a mic pack. The behemoth sniffs and looks at the device blankly.
“Just uh, clip that microphone onto your vest,” Todd tries to be nice and not bring attention to that the man is incredibly sweaty and his black leather vest is lathered in sweat, too.
The giant of a man complies and then just continues stare blankly at Todd. Todd is pretty sure he’ll be the focus of one of those murder porn shows.
“I’m gonna turn the camera on and you, uh, just talk about your match. I heard a rumor that, uh, management loves when people generically talk to other people about their match. Talk about you, why you’re here, you know your motivations. You’re debuting at the next show Defiance and you’re facing Trevor Wolf. You’ve got a lot of buzz. Cool?”
The man nods and licks his lips.
“R-r-right,” he adjusts the HD camera on his shoulder, “Start in three, two, one …”
===
The shot opens with a mammoth of a man. The ambience of the hot and humid day surrounds the man as he looks as in the distance with a stoic expression.
And then he opens his mouth.
“LISTEN TO ME, LITTLE PEOPLE of the EARTH! EVER since I’ve JOINED THIS PLACE, I AM UNDEFEATED!!!”
The camera zooms in closer on his face as spittle lands all over the lense.
“I AM 55-0! FIFTY WINS AND ZERO LOSSES. BIG MCLARGEHUGE CANNOT NOT BE DEFEATED.”
“Hold on, cut, you haven’t even had--”
“Don’t INTERRUPT ME, BOY!! My nipples are erect -- that means I CANNOT BE STOPPED! IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO I FACE, TODD! I heard … HEARD,” Big grabs the camera by both hands inviting the viewers to look inside his mouth, “LISTEN TO ME!!! They want me to fight a real life WOLF.”
“No, no, it’s a ring name -- like yours…”
“I WAS born BIG and they want to make me fight a WOLF. A REAL LIFE WOLF LIKE THE OLDEN DAYS. The emperor of Rome looks to me and tells BIG -- YOU ARE THE GREATEST CHAMPION but now I hang the SWORD OF HERCULES OVER YOU LIKE IMPENDING DANGER…”
“Uh…”
BIG shoves Todd, and his camera, away and starts laughing maniacally.
“DANGER!! It’s A METAPHOR, KID, KEEP UP! WELL, WOLF, I’m not as DUMB AS I LOOK. I’M COMING TO DEFECATION AND I WILL BE PROVE WHY I am the biggest MAN ALIVE and no puppy dog can PROVE ME WRONG.”
Big stands there a moment and Todd thinks that he’s done so the last thing we hear…
“ALSO--”
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