King Bear
League Member
(FADE IN: Bill “the Zestwich” Zestewicz sat at his desk, typing away at his keyboard. It was late at night, so he was listening to the iPod his son got him for Christmas. As he jammed away to his Crosby, Stills, & Nash classics, he began to fade out. As he did, his head slumped down a bit.)
(CUT TO: The elevator dinging, and sliding open to reveal a pair of white and black wing tips. Suddenly, the sound of flutes and a really fun and jazzy beat fills the air.)
DAVID BYRNE: Home…It’s where I want to be, pick me up and turn me ‘round. I feel numb - burn with a weak heart, (so i) guess i must be having fun…
(CUT TO: Zestewicz jolted back, looking around in caution. He rubbed his eyes, it was late. He looked at the computer screen, then at his watch, then to his coffe cup. Empty. Then, he perked his ears up to hear the Talking Heads playing throughout the office. Where was it coming from? Maybe that small group of people headed toward his office. Wait, who?)
ZESTY: What in the-
TUI: ZESTY! It’s been a while!
ZESTY: -HELL!?
(SCENE: The Fijian Phenomenon strolled into Zestewicz’s office, flanked by three brutish looking fellows that could only serve as his lackeys. He was dressed to the nines, black shades and all. He removed the shades, smiling brightly toward his agent.)
TUI: I think we need to talk, my man.
(SCENE: Zestewicz ran his eyes over the three goons, all dressed in similar uniform. He sets his elbow on the armrest of his chair, waving his finger toward them.)
ZESTY: Who’re these guys? Fiji’s self esteem complex?
TUI: Oh, Bill! You are always so witty. Very humorous, certainly. And I apologize for my rudeness. These are the Fatsoa brothers – Kua, Tua, and Steve. They’re here in case too many people come after the castle, ya know?
ZESTY: Of course. So what’s up? What brings you by my Las Vegas office at, oh, what time is it?
STEVE: 3:21 a.m.
ZESTY: Thanks, Steve.
TUI: It’s quite simple really. The Open Challenge rules that NFW has implemented.
ZESTY: …
TUI: I want to make a challenge.
ZESTY: Against who?
TUI: …
(SCENE: Tui stops in his tracks, staring at Zestewicz, palefaced. He looks to his crew for support.)
TUA: Dan Ryan-
KUA: Steve.
STEVE: Lindsay Troy.
(SCENE: Zestewicz scanned the Tui Squad after their responses.)
ZESTY: No offence, but, Ryan and Troy are uber huge names right now, so that’s an unlikely story. And, even though I like you’re response, Kua, Steve isn’t on the roster. Let’s think logically here, alright boys?
STEVE: Like Bhudda.
TUI: You pick then, Mr. Knowitall.
(SCENE: Zestewicz opens up the NFW roster. He skims it quickly.)
ZESTY: Let’s see here… Jacob McKail. Is that good or should I pick something else?
TUI: Oh, Yes! I hate that bastard! He’s going down!
ZESTY: So you do want to challenge McKail?
TUI: You heard me, we have bad blood!
TUA: You do?
TUI: Yes, we… well, he... he used to live where my ex-grandmother’s uncle lived. Funny thing, really. That they’re both scum!
ZESTY: Right…
(SCENE: Tui looks around the room, hoping somebody believd him. No dice. He shifts to Zestewicz.)
TUI: Make it happen, Bill.
(SCENE: The trio of Hawaiians and King Tui exit the office, chatting about grabbing a bite but not knowing where to go. Zestewicz wrote himself a post-it. ‘MAKE TUI A CHAMP’ it read.)
(FADE TO BLACK)
(CUT TO: The elevator dinging, and sliding open to reveal a pair of white and black wing tips. Suddenly, the sound of flutes and a really fun and jazzy beat fills the air.)
DAVID BYRNE: Home…It’s where I want to be, pick me up and turn me ‘round. I feel numb - burn with a weak heart, (so i) guess i must be having fun…
(CUT TO: Zestewicz jolted back, looking around in caution. He rubbed his eyes, it was late. He looked at the computer screen, then at his watch, then to his coffe cup. Empty. Then, he perked his ears up to hear the Talking Heads playing throughout the office. Where was it coming from? Maybe that small group of people headed toward his office. Wait, who?)
ZESTY: What in the-
TUI: ZESTY! It’s been a while!
ZESTY: -HELL!?
(SCENE: The Fijian Phenomenon strolled into Zestewicz’s office, flanked by three brutish looking fellows that could only serve as his lackeys. He was dressed to the nines, black shades and all. He removed the shades, smiling brightly toward his agent.)
TUI: I think we need to talk, my man.
(SCENE: Zestewicz ran his eyes over the three goons, all dressed in similar uniform. He sets his elbow on the armrest of his chair, waving his finger toward them.)
ZESTY: Who’re these guys? Fiji’s self esteem complex?
TUI: Oh, Bill! You are always so witty. Very humorous, certainly. And I apologize for my rudeness. These are the Fatsoa brothers – Kua, Tua, and Steve. They’re here in case too many people come after the castle, ya know?
ZESTY: Of course. So what’s up? What brings you by my Las Vegas office at, oh, what time is it?
STEVE: 3:21 a.m.
ZESTY: Thanks, Steve.
TUI: It’s quite simple really. The Open Challenge rules that NFW has implemented.
ZESTY: …
TUI: I want to make a challenge.
ZESTY: Against who?
TUI: …
(SCENE: Tui stops in his tracks, staring at Zestewicz, palefaced. He looks to his crew for support.)
TUA: Dan Ryan-
KUA: Steve.
STEVE: Lindsay Troy.
(SCENE: Zestewicz scanned the Tui Squad after their responses.)
ZESTY: No offence, but, Ryan and Troy are uber huge names right now, so that’s an unlikely story. And, even though I like you’re response, Kua, Steve isn’t on the roster. Let’s think logically here, alright boys?
STEVE: Like Bhudda.
TUI: You pick then, Mr. Knowitall.
(SCENE: Zestewicz opens up the NFW roster. He skims it quickly.)
ZESTY: Let’s see here… Jacob McKail. Is that good or should I pick something else?
TUI: Oh, Yes! I hate that bastard! He’s going down!
ZESTY: So you do want to challenge McKail?
TUI: You heard me, we have bad blood!
TUA: You do?
TUI: Yes, we… well, he... he used to live where my ex-grandmother’s uncle lived. Funny thing, really. That they’re both scum!
ZESTY: Right…
(SCENE: Tui looks around the room, hoping somebody believd him. No dice. He shifts to Zestewicz.)
TUI: Make it happen, Bill.
(SCENE: The trio of Hawaiians and King Tui exit the office, chatting about grabbing a bite but not knowing where to go. Zestewicz wrote himself a post-it. ‘MAKE TUI A CHAMP’ it read.)
(FADE TO BLACK)
