(FADEIN: The long stretch of highway that sits between Kentucky and Arkansas is warm resting under the July sun. Out here, not much but pickups and run-down beater-cars clutter these roads. Except on this day - of all days.)
(SFX: Champaigne bottle popping.)
(CUTTO: Knee-deep in sexy shenanigans in the back of this limousine obviously heading toward WFW:NE's first broadcast of RAUCoUS, we find the latest name to grace the mega-federation with his skills and smile. Otto Pearl sits in between two stunning females, raising a bottle of Dom Perignon that is spewing over in white, heavenly foam and holds glasses in the other hand.)
PEARL: Easy does it, hun! Everybody'll get their turn. After all... we've got thirty bottles!
JUICE: Aha! Did you hear that Cross!? Thirty bottles of this sh[BEEP]t. You ever get that many beers at once when you were jobbing in Canada?
(CUTTO: David Cross - Otto Pearl's right-hand-man - glares across at Juice. The pudgy man tries to fight back his laughter.)
CROSS: Shut the f[BEEP]uck up, Juice. And get it right. I used to job in Alaska. Not Canada. Way before you even had a clue what that term means.
JUICE: To who? Eskimos? Bwaaahaha!
(CUTTO: Pearl lets out a short chuckle but shakes his head, leaning up and slapping hands on his friend's knee.)
PEARL: Take it easy, Juice. I mean, he's right. If me and Dave never got together, I wouldn't have been able to perfect my skills and land this big time gig with World Finest Wrestling:New ERA.
CROSS: Goddaaa[BEEEEEEP]aaamn that's a mouthful.
JUICE: That's what she said. Aaaa-ZING!
"Without who??"
(CUTTO: Clearly agitated, a quite beautiful woman sits on the front-most bench with her back to the driver. She glares over her sunglasses at Otto.)
OTTO (OSV): Abby! you know I didn't mean it like--
ABBY: Like what? I get no credit because I like to blow guys?
JUICE: You want to g-
ABBY: Can it, Juice. I'd rather slay dragons in a mystical forrest than try and find that thing.
(CUTTO: Juice's face. Lone, falling tear.)
ABBY: Let's not forget what we're here for, girls. Otto's the one who wrestles, I'm the one who gets him work, and you two...
(CUTTO: Otto, Juice, and Cross all sitting at the opposite end of the limo, the girls oblivious to the conversation, watching on as Abernathe Chaplin takes a long, hard look at her life and the task that lies ahead.)
ABBY: You two keep him happy and keep my job easy.
(She chooses to be polite...this time.)
(CUTTO: Juice looks to Otto and Cross, all raising their hands, and high five one another in bromosexual unison.)
ABBY: Now Otto... you've got your first match against the vet they call Black Dragon. He's sharp, tough in the ring. A lot of people tell me he's got a real mean streak in him and you don't want to be the one to trigger it.
CROSS: Tenacious son of a b[BEEP]tch... I remember fighting some of those Asians in Korea. Real nasty bastards. They're quick, Otto. Too quick...
JUICE: So you don't think Otto can beat some Asians? What, are you two crazy!? Look at this guy! We're talkin' about the total package here!
CROSS: Just sayin'... f[BEEP]ckin' Asians.
(Awkward moment of silence. Resume relevence: now.)
ABBY: No, Justin--
JUICE: ABBY!!!
ABBY: --I'm simply telling our beloved superstar here that these girls may want to get out knowing that in oh, three hours, we'll be in Arkansas and who knows what will happen there.
(Otto looks to his right, receiving a glass of champaigne, and then glances to Juice who holds his own. He looks then to Cross with a smile spreading over his face.)
PEARL: (winking at Abby) You girlsever been to Arkansas?
(CUTTO: Three bangin' blondes and Otto Pearl standing out of the sunroof of the WFW:NE supplied limousine, passing a bottle of 'Dom' around. Juice and Cross enjoy their free goods, sipping on Budweisers and watching sattelite television on the plasma screen mounted on the cieling. Abby sits still in her angry state, with a look of disdain on her face. The 'Party Pooper' look. the one we all hate.)
ABBY: (whisper) ... I want to go to Arkansas...
To Be Continued...
