GreggG
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(CUT TO: The exterior of Valhalla. Calvin Carlton stands impatiently, tapping his foot as he checks his Blackberry, then his iPhone, then his Rolex for the time. Finally, a red convertible Jaguar -- brand new, scratch free -- pulls up. Dorchester Stratton, wearing The Dorchester Satin Jos. A. Bank collection, is driving and slowly gets out. Riding shotgun is Veronica Abrams Rumsfeld, pink hat tilted, wearing his Sunday's finest despite it being a weekday. They slowly get out of the car and both take a defensive stance)
CALVIN: "You're late."
RUMSFELD: "Well, sorry about that, Calvin. We were having a champagne brunch at the Bel Aire Country Club and apparently the new staff hasn't been TRAINED adequately in serving life's superiors."
DORCHESTER: "What's this about, anyways? Why the emergency voice mails, texts and e-mails with the 'receipt required' option clicked?"
CALVIN: "What's with not picking up the cell phones I gave both of you AND pay for?"
RUMSFELD: "We were in Jacksonville. It's not like that place gets 7G service."
CALVIN: "Well, now that you're here, I have a question for the two of you. JUST WHAT EXACTLY THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?"
DORCHESTER: "Excuse me?"
CALVIN: "You damn near KILLED Jack Bryant in Jacksonville. The same Jack Bryant I'm interested in... scouting... for The Dynasty--"
RUMSFELD: "The same Jack Bryant who has the TV Title that Dorchester desperately needs?"
DORCHESTER: "I do?"
CALVIN: "Yes, that Jack Bryant. He still hasn't gotten back to me about the exotic elk hunting ranch I just BUILT for him. You see, running him over with a car isn't exactly the greatest strategy in terms of courting professional wrestling's hottest commodity."
(Dorchester steams, with his fists balled. Rumsfeld looks at him, and he takes a step back.)
RUMSFELD: "No, Calvin. Dorchester is professional wrestling's hottest commodity. He has been since he joined The Dynasty --"
CALVIN: "He's been professional wrestling's BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT." (Dorchester shoots a look.) "How many titles do you have, Dorchester? NONE. And, on top of that, by being SELFISH you allowed The Windham Clan to take control here. WE SHOULD RUN THIS PLACE. But instead, now we have to all deal with JJ DeVille--"
RUMSFELD: "Who has done NOTHING to us --"
(Calvin and Rumsfeld stand off, with Dorchester in the background.)
CALVIN: "Just keep this in mind. I was hoping to have Jack Bryant join US. Dorchester just had to shrink his ego a bit, maybe concentrate on that lesser title, and we'd be SET. Now that won't happen and we won't have the TV Title in our ranks... unless someone makes a DRAMATIC move here."
(Calvin stares at the two of them.)
CALVIN: "Now you may see yourselves off."
(Calvin turns away and stomps off. Rumsfeld smirks as does Dorchester.)
DORCHESTER: "Maybe... just maybe... someone SHOULD make a movie."
RUMSFELD: "It's definitely something we should consider."
(Rumsfeld picks up her blackberry and starts writing a message. FTB.)
CALVIN: "You're late."
RUMSFELD: "Well, sorry about that, Calvin. We were having a champagne brunch at the Bel Aire Country Club and apparently the new staff hasn't been TRAINED adequately in serving life's superiors."
DORCHESTER: "What's this about, anyways? Why the emergency voice mails, texts and e-mails with the 'receipt required' option clicked?"
CALVIN: "What's with not picking up the cell phones I gave both of you AND pay for?"
RUMSFELD: "We were in Jacksonville. It's not like that place gets 7G service."
CALVIN: "Well, now that you're here, I have a question for the two of you. JUST WHAT EXACTLY THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?"
DORCHESTER: "Excuse me?"
CALVIN: "You damn near KILLED Jack Bryant in Jacksonville. The same Jack Bryant I'm interested in... scouting... for The Dynasty--"
RUMSFELD: "The same Jack Bryant who has the TV Title that Dorchester desperately needs?"
DORCHESTER: "I do?"
CALVIN: "Yes, that Jack Bryant. He still hasn't gotten back to me about the exotic elk hunting ranch I just BUILT for him. You see, running him over with a car isn't exactly the greatest strategy in terms of courting professional wrestling's hottest commodity."
(Dorchester steams, with his fists balled. Rumsfeld looks at him, and he takes a step back.)
RUMSFELD: "No, Calvin. Dorchester is professional wrestling's hottest commodity. He has been since he joined The Dynasty --"
CALVIN: "He's been professional wrestling's BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT." (Dorchester shoots a look.) "How many titles do you have, Dorchester? NONE. And, on top of that, by being SELFISH you allowed The Windham Clan to take control here. WE SHOULD RUN THIS PLACE. But instead, now we have to all deal with JJ DeVille--"
RUMSFELD: "Who has done NOTHING to us --"
(Calvin and Rumsfeld stand off, with Dorchester in the background.)
CALVIN: "Just keep this in mind. I was hoping to have Jack Bryant join US. Dorchester just had to shrink his ego a bit, maybe concentrate on that lesser title, and we'd be SET. Now that won't happen and we won't have the TV Title in our ranks... unless someone makes a DRAMATIC move here."
(Calvin stares at the two of them.)
CALVIN: "Now you may see yourselves off."
(Calvin turns away and stomps off. Rumsfeld smirks as does Dorchester.)
DORCHESTER: "Maybe... just maybe... someone SHOULD make a movie."
RUMSFELD: "It's definitely something we should consider."
(Rumsfeld picks up her blackberry and starts writing a message. FTB.)