Manson
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((FADEIN: A Japanese hospice. 2 Japanese doctors are arguing.))
DOCTOR#1: What have you done?
DOCTOR#2: He's on so many painkillers right now, we confused the prescriptions.
DOC#1: But the dosage was too strong...and he's still taking it!
DOC#2: Apparently, he's no stranger to pills.
DOC#1: All the time, this will be trouble for us. We have altered a man! He will not be the same as long as he takes those meds. This will cost him...and us..money.
((CUTTO: RAYNE, her hair dyed blue and wearing a red business suit pinstriped black, walks in with a briefcase.))
DOC#1(checks clipboard): Ahh....Mrs.....Rayne..I believe?
RAYNE: No, just Rayne.
DOC#1: Ah, well, you were the name Mister Manson wished us to contact if a problem arose.
RAYNE: Yes, I have his pez.
((She opens the briefcase to show the whole interior lined with pez dispenser after pez dispenser, the heads varying from Dracula to Batman to Darth Vader to finally Michael Manson himself.))
DOC#2: I...I mean..we..we don't believe he'll be requiring that.
RAYNE: Obviously, you have't spoken with him for more than five minutes.
DOC#2: On the contrary, he tried to talk my wife into suicide, but that isn't our concern.
RAYNE: I know he's been injured a lot lately, but he's always injured.
DOC#1: This is..somewhat different....perhaps it is best if we show you.
((CUTTO: The two doctors and Rayne throwing open two large doors onto a guest room with a large bed and two larger windows that open out onto the Pacific ocean and a mountain range. Standing up, watching a Chicago Cubs baseball game on the TV before him, is MICHAEL MANSON. He is wearing a white Abercrombie and Fitch sweatshirt over white khaki shorts. His hair is parted neatly down the middle and he seems to have.....a tan.))
MANSON(shaking his head): They have the best ball park in the world, but their pitching is never great.
((Rayne drops the briefcase and the pez dispenser spill all over the floor. She clutched at her heart.))
MANSON: Hey, let me help you pick those up.
((Manson kneels down and Rayne grabs a pez dispenser with Manson's head and tries to force it to his mouth.))
RAYNE(desperately): Here...here....PLEASE!!!
((Manson slaps the dispenser away.))
MANSON: Pez isn't good for you.
((Rayne grabs Manson and shakes him violently.))
RAYNE(teary-eyed): NONONONO!!!
MANSON: He--eyy!!! ((Manson brushes her off.)) That hurts.
((Manson looks up at the doctors.))
MANSON: Doc, that new prescription is great. Great as lemon drops!
((Rayne leaps up and rushes at the doctors.))
RAYNE: Your fault!! Your fault!! I'll kill you!
((Manson grabs her and pulls her, kicking and screaming, over to the bed. He points his finger at her.))
MANSON: Now you just calm down, missy!
((He shakes his head disappointedly as Rayne bows her head, defeated, in astonishment.))
MANSON: What's on deck next, doc?
((The first doctor looks at something on his clipboard.))
DOC#1: Well, the NFW offices called. Apparently, you're going to be scheduled for this interconference match and you'll be facing someone from the Western conference.
MANSON: The western conference? Wow! Those guys are supposed to be really good. Isn't Troy Windham the CSWA World Champion?
((The doctors looks at each other confusedly.))
DOC#2: What is a 'CSWA'?
MANSON: Gosh! You guys have never heard of the CSWA? It's the greatest, bestest wrestling promotion ever!! So many legends like Hornet, Joey Melton, and a never-ending struggle for power that keeps the fans coming back again and again!! And so much of that great talent is now in the NFW West which is its neck-in-neck with the NFW East, but that Susano-O-No-Mikoto is a great promoter and has a few tricks up his sleeve!
((The doctors look at each other again. Rayne vomits violently.))
MANSON: I better help clean that up. Then, it's off to the gym to prepare for my match with whatever great opponent I'll have, gosh darn it!! Then maybe if I work hard enough, I'll reward myself with a milkshake. How's vanilla sound to you guys? But first...((Manson sniffs his armpits.)) I better shower.
((SFX: Glass shattering as Rayne throws herself out the windows.))
MANSON: Golly, I'm glad she's a good swimmer.
DOCTOR#1: What have you done?
DOCTOR#2: He's on so many painkillers right now, we confused the prescriptions.
DOC#1: But the dosage was too strong...and he's still taking it!
DOC#2: Apparently, he's no stranger to pills.
DOC#1: All the time, this will be trouble for us. We have altered a man! He will not be the same as long as he takes those meds. This will cost him...and us..money.
((CUTTO: RAYNE, her hair dyed blue and wearing a red business suit pinstriped black, walks in with a briefcase.))
DOC#1(checks clipboard): Ahh....Mrs.....Rayne..I believe?
RAYNE: No, just Rayne.
DOC#1: Ah, well, you were the name Mister Manson wished us to contact if a problem arose.
RAYNE: Yes, I have his pez.
((She opens the briefcase to show the whole interior lined with pez dispenser after pez dispenser, the heads varying from Dracula to Batman to Darth Vader to finally Michael Manson himself.))
DOC#2: I...I mean..we..we don't believe he'll be requiring that.
RAYNE: Obviously, you have't spoken with him for more than five minutes.
DOC#2: On the contrary, he tried to talk my wife into suicide, but that isn't our concern.
RAYNE: I know he's been injured a lot lately, but he's always injured.
DOC#1: This is..somewhat different....perhaps it is best if we show you.
((CUTTO: The two doctors and Rayne throwing open two large doors onto a guest room with a large bed and two larger windows that open out onto the Pacific ocean and a mountain range. Standing up, watching a Chicago Cubs baseball game on the TV before him, is MICHAEL MANSON. He is wearing a white Abercrombie and Fitch sweatshirt over white khaki shorts. His hair is parted neatly down the middle and he seems to have.....a tan.))
MANSON(shaking his head): They have the best ball park in the world, but their pitching is never great.
((Rayne drops the briefcase and the pez dispenser spill all over the floor. She clutched at her heart.))
MANSON: Hey, let me help you pick those up.
((Manson kneels down and Rayne grabs a pez dispenser with Manson's head and tries to force it to his mouth.))
RAYNE(desperately): Here...here....PLEASE!!!
((Manson slaps the dispenser away.))
MANSON: Pez isn't good for you.
((Rayne grabs Manson and shakes him violently.))
RAYNE(teary-eyed): NONONONO!!!
MANSON: He--eyy!!! ((Manson brushes her off.)) That hurts.
((Manson looks up at the doctors.))
MANSON: Doc, that new prescription is great. Great as lemon drops!
((Rayne leaps up and rushes at the doctors.))
RAYNE: Your fault!! Your fault!! I'll kill you!
((Manson grabs her and pulls her, kicking and screaming, over to the bed. He points his finger at her.))
MANSON: Now you just calm down, missy!
((He shakes his head disappointedly as Rayne bows her head, defeated, in astonishment.))
MANSON: What's on deck next, doc?
((The first doctor looks at something on his clipboard.))
DOC#1: Well, the NFW offices called. Apparently, you're going to be scheduled for this interconference match and you'll be facing someone from the Western conference.
MANSON: The western conference? Wow! Those guys are supposed to be really good. Isn't Troy Windham the CSWA World Champion?
((The doctors looks at each other confusedly.))
DOC#2: What is a 'CSWA'?
MANSON: Gosh! You guys have never heard of the CSWA? It's the greatest, bestest wrestling promotion ever!! So many legends like Hornet, Joey Melton, and a never-ending struggle for power that keeps the fans coming back again and again!! And so much of that great talent is now in the NFW West which is its neck-in-neck with the NFW East, but that Susano-O-No-Mikoto is a great promoter and has a few tricks up his sleeve!
((The doctors look at each other again. Rayne vomits violently.))
MANSON: I better help clean that up. Then, it's off to the gym to prepare for my match with whatever great opponent I'll have, gosh darn it!! Then maybe if I work hard enough, I'll reward myself with a milkshake. How's vanilla sound to you guys? But first...((Manson sniffs his armpits.)) I better shower.
((SFX: Glass shattering as Rayne throws herself out the windows.))
MANSON: Golly, I'm glad she's a good swimmer.