AGGRESSION 60: SIX MAN TAG: Dopesmoker & The Colossal Connection vs. Team VIAGRA
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Re: AGGRESSION 60: SIX MAN TAG: Dopesmoker & The Colossal Connection vs. Team VIAGRA
HIGH FLYER(OS): NEXT!
(FADEIN: A Los Angeles based casting office. High Flyer and Tony Davis sit behind a foldaway table. Davis wears an oversized Nnamdi Eagles jersey while Flyer is wearing an EPW shirt. The camera pans over to the door where petite red head Mary-Lynn Mayweather lowers her glasses to the tip of her nose, starring at a clipboard.)
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: That's the last one.
HIGH FLYER: Really? Open casting call and we can't find one single guy worthy of tagging with us?
TONY DAVIS: I liked that guy who was 7 foot 3. He had a pirate costume on?
HIGH FLYER: Yeah, but his Jack Sparrow needed work.
TONY DAVIS: That's who he was doing? I thought he was going for a walking Stephen Hawking.
(Mayweather walks to the foldaway table and slams the clipboard down onto it.)
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: Listen, I know I'm deep into my studies for my doctorate, but if you need the help...
HIGH FLYER: No.
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: What do you mean no? You can't handicap this.
HIGH FLYER: You'd be a handicap. You think the Connection are push overs? They could flatten you like a pancake. Plus, who knows what strain the dopesmoker's gonna get. He could be high on PCP and we wouldn't even know it until he took a dump in the ring and took a knife out of his back pocket. I'm not putting you into that situation.
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: Awh. You really care about me.
HIGH FLYER: Well, you're damn smart. If anyone's gonna save the world, it'll be you.
(Mayweather smiles. She turns away.)
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: You don't have a choice Jack. I called Ryan. Fifteen minutes ago. He gave me the greenlight.
HIGH FLYER: HE GREENLIT YOU?! Oh God, you need a bodyguard! Dan Ryan wants you dead!
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: No, I mean, he gave the go ahead. I'm your partner, whether you like it or not.
(Mayweather leaves the makeshift office, slamming the door behind her. Davis turns to Flyer after a second's pause.)
TONY DAVIS: Should I get the chloroform? Lock her in a locker?
HIGH FLYER: Nah. Tiny Attorney wants to get her hands dirty, let's see what she's got. She hasn't been in the ring for about year Tony.
TONY DAVIS: Nah man. She's been wrestling Shimmer dark matches whenever she's gotten the chance. Apparently they're high on her, but studies come first and all that.
HIGH FLYER: Just... if we need to get DQ'd to protect her.
TONY DAVIS: I'll bust out the knife.
HIGH FLYER: I think we can do with just a chair.
TONY DAVIS: To the head?
HIGH FLYER: We're protecting Mary, not killing Black.
TONY DAVIS: Awh... Jip.
(There's a long pause as Tony crosses his arms across his chest.)
HIGH FLYER: You really wanna kill him?
TONY DAVIS: I wanna eat his SPLEEN.
HIGH FLYER: Then you're paying the fine for the chair shot.
(Tony smiles, a cheshire like grin as the camera zooms in on Davis' face.)
TONY DAVIS: Deal.
(A pause. The shot goes wide to the two of them.)
TONY DAVIS: Hey. Can I borrow twenty five hundred bucks?
(Flyer turns to Tony and narrows his eyes. A beat. CUT TO BLACK.)
HIGH FLYER(OS): NEXT!
(FADEIN: A Los Angeles based casting office. High Flyer and Tony Davis sit behind a foldaway table. Davis wears an oversized Nnamdi Eagles jersey while Flyer is wearing an EPW shirt. The camera pans over to the door where petite red head Mary-Lynn Mayweather lowers her glasses to the tip of her nose, starring at a clipboard.)
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: That's the last one.
HIGH FLYER: Really? Open casting call and we can't find one single guy worthy of tagging with us?
TONY DAVIS: I liked that guy who was 7 foot 3. He had a pirate costume on?
HIGH FLYER: Yeah, but his Jack Sparrow needed work.
TONY DAVIS: That's who he was doing? I thought he was going for a walking Stephen Hawking.
(Mayweather walks to the foldaway table and slams the clipboard down onto it.)
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: Listen, I know I'm deep into my studies for my doctorate, but if you need the help...
HIGH FLYER: No.
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: What do you mean no? You can't handicap this.
HIGH FLYER: You'd be a handicap. You think the Connection are push overs? They could flatten you like a pancake. Plus, who knows what strain the dopesmoker's gonna get. He could be high on PCP and we wouldn't even know it until he took a dump in the ring and took a knife out of his back pocket. I'm not putting you into that situation.
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: Awh. You really care about me.
HIGH FLYER: Well, you're damn smart. If anyone's gonna save the world, it'll be you.
(Mayweather smiles. She turns away.)
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: You don't have a choice Jack. I called Ryan. Fifteen minutes ago. He gave me the greenlight.
HIGH FLYER: HE GREENLIT YOU?! Oh God, you need a bodyguard! Dan Ryan wants you dead!
MARY-LYNN MAYWEATHER: No, I mean, he gave the go ahead. I'm your partner, whether you like it or not.
(Mayweather leaves the makeshift office, slamming the door behind her. Davis turns to Flyer after a second's pause.)
TONY DAVIS: Should I get the chloroform? Lock her in a locker?
HIGH FLYER: Nah. Tiny Attorney wants to get her hands dirty, let's see what she's got. She hasn't been in the ring for about year Tony.
TONY DAVIS: Nah man. She's been wrestling Shimmer dark matches whenever she's gotten the chance. Apparently they're high on her, but studies come first and all that.
HIGH FLYER: Just... if we need to get DQ'd to protect her.
TONY DAVIS: I'll bust out the knife.
HIGH FLYER: I think we can do with just a chair.
TONY DAVIS: To the head?
HIGH FLYER: We're protecting Mary, not killing Black.
TONY DAVIS: Awh... Jip.
(There's a long pause as Tony crosses his arms across his chest.)
HIGH FLYER: You really wanna kill him?
TONY DAVIS: I wanna eat his SPLEEN.
HIGH FLYER: Then you're paying the fine for the chair shot.
(Tony smiles, a cheshire like grin as the camera zooms in on Davis' face.)
TONY DAVIS: Deal.
(A pause. The shot goes wide to the two of them.)
TONY DAVIS: Hey. Can I borrow twenty five hundred bucks?
(Flyer turns to Tony and narrows his eyes. A beat. CUT TO BLACK.)