Valhalla Productions 002 - Norsemen Like It Hound-Doggie Style
SCENE BEGINS
(We open on a finely suited man with his back to the camera, making his way down a luxuriously furnished hotel hallway, the luxury suite section. His destination, at the end of the hall, is a set of double doors with two golden spears crossed above. As he nears them, a rhythmetic bumping sound can be heard getting louder with every step. The man in the suit stops at the door, where the sound is now accompanied by the pleasured moans, groans, and pants of more than one woman inside the room. The man looks over his shoulder, briefly exposing his face and reveal himself as LVW's talent rep Erik Black, and after a moment's hesitation, knocks.)
VALHALLA PRODUCTION COMPANY
Presents
(The bumping sound ends at once, followed by an irritated and deep-pitched grumble. The sound of quick and heavy footsteps can be heard on the other side, and all at once the doors swing open. Black yelps and cringes in terror as Olvir Arsvinnar, clothed only in a royal blue robe--thankfully tied at the waist--and his trademark helmet, stands with a sneer, intense eyes, and a battle axe held over his head.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
Who dares disturb the mighty festivities of Olvir the Great!?
OLVIR ARSVINNAR
In
(Upon recognizing the suited man, Olvir's rage quickly melts away, and a broad smile comes upon his face.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
Erik the Miniscule! How good of you to visit me at my home!
(Olvir tosses the battle axe aside, and something that sounds expensive breaks off screen. He steps forward and draws Erik into a suffocating bearhug. The talent rep's eyes can be seen bulging over Olvir's mighty bicep as his face is buried into his rippling pectorals. He scrambles wildly like a dog with its head trapped in an electric window, until finally the Viking releases him. Erik steps back panting heavily, hair messed up, his suit in disorder.)
Erik Black
Jesus, Olvir...
Olvir Arsvinnar
You have come to partake in my celebrating then, yes?
Erik Black
A victory celebration?
Olvir Arsvinnar
Of course, puny-pecker!! A celebration for my victory!! My victory... in showing the world that I am the greatest warrior alive!! HA HA HA HA!!
(He throws his head back as he laughs triumphantly, and the camera zooms on this defining pose.)
"NORSEMEN LIKE IT HOUND-DOGGIE STYLE"
(Camera zooms out to fit Black into the frame, who looks puzzled.)
Erik Black
Greatest warrior alive? But Olvir, all you did was beat one guy! I mean, we've still got the finals, and--
Olvir Arsvinnar
Enough talk! Please come in and engage in my celebrating!
Erik Black
Engage in your...? Ah, no thanks, Olvir, but thanks for the offer. I was hoping I could just talk to you man to man, cause you see, I didn't think you'd have any company over. Has to do with business at LVW.
Olvir Arsvinnar
Las Vegas Wrestling, you say? Very well then! I believe I have done enough violating of the buttocks for the past week! Wait here just a moment while I empty my mead hall...
(Olvir disappears within his room again, and his great voice can be hear bellowing from within.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
The Great Olvir no longer desires your company! Begone, all of you, until I summon you again!
(Thus begins the train of people exiting Olvir's suite...)
(A stunning brunette in red lingerie...)
(A stunning blonde in black lingerie...)
(A petite Asian in an schoolgirl outfit...)
(Two redhead twins, one dressed in leather bondage apparel and the other dressed like Raquel Welch in that one movie with Harvey Keitel where they were all ambulance drivers only they ran their place like a competitive business instead of a hospital... that was a cool movie, whatever it was...)
(Two Siamese twins, connected at the cheekbone...)
(A plumber...)
(Three rodeo clowns, one fat, one thin, one short...)
(A pint-sized furry purple elephant. As he passes by Erik, costume-wearer pulls off the headpiece, revealing a sweat-drenched dwarf inside. He waves his hand in front of his face as though smelling something rank.)
Dwarf Dressed as Purple Elephant
Whew, buddy... you might want to give it a few minutes before you go in there. I've been farting all night.
(With another flatulent squeak, the dwarf moves on. One final person meekly pokes her head out of the doorway, wearing only a sheet. Black's eyes widen immediately: it's the secretary from LVW's offices, plucked away at the conclusion of Olvir's last film.)
Erik Black
J-Judy?!
Judy the Secretary
OH! Mr. Black! Uh... didn't expect YOU to be here!
Erik Black
The same. What the hell was going on in there?
Judy the Secretary
In there? Oh, uh... nothing much.
(Judy quickly tip-toes out of the frame, and Erik enters the room.)
(Olvir's place is furnished as one would expect a Viking to decorate his mead hall. Walls have been fashioned to look like gray stone bricks, light source comes from a series of torches, furs, hides, and heads of felled beasts hanging proudly on display, and of course we can't overlook the great banquet table in the center of the room. Erik passes by an open doorway, and he looks in to see Olvir's bedchamber, a pit lined with furs. Black winces as though he caught a drift of something unpleasant.)
Erik Black
Oh, God, that midgit wasn't kidding!
(He moves on to the other side of the table, where Olvir fills his horn with another healthy pint of mead. In one corner resides a bigscreen TV.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
So, Erik the Short... what is it you have to discuss with ME, the greatest warrior to have ever raised the mighty steel!
Erik Black
Well, I was just hoping to see if you were preparing for you next match.
Olvir Arsvinnar
Next match? What match!? I have beaten Shorty, have I not?!
Erik Black
But Olvir, that was only the first round of the tournament! There are still two matches to go before you get the World Title!
Olvir Arsvinnar
The Great Olvir cares not for any tournament!! I have proven myself! The lords of Las Vegas should hand me that title NOW!!
(To emphasize his anger, he slams his fist into the table. Erik looks slightly worried, but stands his ground.)
Erik Black
Nobody's denying to had a good match against Shorty, Olvir. Hell, you practically tore him a new asshole. The problem, however, is that the executives have only seen you in one match. You gotta go the full nine yards to earn that title, and that includes the Spades Finals and the four corners match for the strap.
Olvir Arsvinnar
I believe I'm beginning to understand, tiny man! Yes, beating only one man, especially as small and weak as Shorty, proves nothing to the lords and the people. Two matches, you say? Very well, I shall face these challenges and conquer my opponents, and THEN they will understand who the greatest warrior truly is!
Erik Black
Exactly.
Olvir Arsvinnar
Who is my next opponent?
Erik Black
Elvis Aaron Presley. Well, not the REAL Elvis Aaron Presley... this guy's just an impersonator, you see...
Olvir Arsvinnar
No, I do not see. Who is this "Elvis"? Another puny man?
Erik Black
Well, not quite. You see, Elvis was an important staple a while back... before you were... well, found frozen in ice, or whatever. He was a musician, an actor, and an overall entertainer. Many called him the "King of Rock and Roll".
Olvir Arsvinnar
A king! Such news... then he is truly worthy to wage war against the great viking, Olvir Arsvinnar!
Erik Black
He truly made his mark here in Las Vegas and inspired the lives of people across the world. But that was years ago. You see, the real Elvis died a while back.
Olvir Arsvinnar
Ah! And his spirit has returned from the Land of the Gloomy to wage war against the living!
Erik Black
Well, no... uh, how can I explain this to you... okay, think if you died.
Olvir Arsvinnar
But I am invincible!
Erik Black
Yeah, but just pretend for a moment. Once you're gone, the people would be without a great warrior such as yourself in their presence. They would feel empty, exposed, and vulnerable. So, to help the situation, a few brave souls decide to make themselves look like you, and dress like you, and act like you, and fight like you. They IMPERSONATE you, to make people feel like the real thing is still there.
Olvir Arsvinnar
..............................................................what an ABHORRED notion!! There is only ONE Great Olvir, and no man could EVER live to the level of greatness I've achieved! Any such man who dares TRY should be beheaded for such heresy!!
Erik Black
Ah, well...
Olvir Arsvinnar
So, by your words, this "Elvis" is not the TRUE "King" he claims to be? He is an imposter of royalty, an offense that in my culture is punishable by death!! I shall SMITE him in that glorious ring for this insult!!
Erik Black
Hang on a sec... did you even see his promo?
Olvir Arsvinnar
Promo? What do you speak of?
(Erik opens his jacket and pulls out a disc, which he brings to the TV.)
Erik Black
Elvis had a few words to say about you and the upcoming match... you see, it's a standard practice in professional wrestling: two guys wage war with words to build hype for the match, then they meet in the ring to settle the score with their fists. Elvis made the first move with this...
(Erik turns on the TV, inserts the disc, and the antics of LVW's Elvis Aaron Presley escaping a train of ugly women appear on the screen. Olvir watches intent, eyes never blinking as he watches the promo in its entirity. Finally, it ends. Erik looks to the Viking.)
Erik Black
Well, Olvir... what do you think?
Olvir Arsvinnar
Well, Erik the Wee, I shall tell you of the thoughts on my mind...
The man who just appeared on my magic box... his words... his actions...
That...
Was...
MOST...
ENTERTAINING!!
(Hands clutching his sides, Olvir falls into his throne with bellowing, tearful laughter that fills the entire room. Even the talent rep takes a step back, possibly unsure if the great man will explode.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
This Elvis is quite a jester! Running from his ugly wenches... his bold claims to defeat me... what was it he said, Erik? "Duty on his booty"? HA HA HA HA!!
Does he truly think he can defeat me? Does he think he can fully dominate the arse of the greatest living warrior? THIS arse?
(Olvir comes out of his throne, turns his back to the camera, and hikes up his robe to reveal his certifiably chiseled buttocks. Erik, eyes clenched shut, tears his face away.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
This mighty arse?! No many can align their foot with this strong buttocks? How many?! Tell me, Erik the Feeble! Feast your eyes upon my great buttocks!!
Erik Black
No, Olvir, that's okay, I don't want to see your butt.
(In one swipe of his arm, Olvir grabs his talent rep by the head and brings his nose within inches of his rump. Erik's expression morphs within seconds from shock to disgust to impressed to panicky.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
Feast, FEEEAAASST!! Know what a true man's arse is!
Erik Black
Yes, yes, Olvir, you're ass is great, just please, for the love of God, LET ME GO!!
(Olvir releases the smaller man who quickly finds his distance. Olvir, dropping the robe over his lower half, throws his head back and laughs.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
HA HA HA HA!!
Erik Black
Jesus... in any case, Olvir, in spite of however amusing you may find it, Elvis Aaron Presley is going into that ring, and he means business to beat you there in front of everybody. Don't take him lightly.
(With a devlish grin, Olvir draws a great warhammer.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
Certainly not. There is nothing to fear, wimpy-willy! I will meet this Elvis in the ring... and while he comes with intent to defeat me, I will show him what a TRUE king is made of! I am no imposter of a great, invincible man: I am the real thing!
And perhaps when I am done, as he suggests, I will show him that a woman's true beauty lies not in her face...
It lies in her arse! HA HA HA HA!!
I am Olvir Arsvinnar, the greatest warrior in the world, and I will prove it to HIM when it comes time to trade mighty blows!!
(In one mighty swing, Olvir plunges the blunt side of the hammer into the bigscreen TV, directly into the face of Elvis Aaron Presley on screen. The broken screen goes to static, and the Viking laughs again.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
Come! Let us find this imposter and do away with him before he has a chance to find the ring!
Erik Black
What are you--hey, where you going?
(Bounding like a berserker, Olvir disappears into his bed chamber. A moment later, he reappears in his traditional battle gear, battle axe clutched tightly in his hands. Laughing widly, he disappears through the double doors to his suite. Erik Black, not certain of what is going on, runs after him.)
(We cut to the streets of Las Vegas, where Olvir Arsvinnar makes an aimless beeline down the sidewalk, taking out random pedestrians who aren't quick enough to get out of his way. Running behind him trying to keep up is a panicked Erik Black, passing off half-assed apologies to those who were unfortunately cast to the ground.)
(Suddenly, Olvir's eyes widen, and he laughs triumphantly. The camera spins to his POV, where an Elvis impersonator stands at a street corner, striking a pose for a pair of tourists who take a picture.)
(A warrior's grin plastered over his face, Olvir runs to the impersonator.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
Elvis Aaron Presley, I am Olvir Arsvinnar, the greatest warrior in the world!
Elvis Impersonator
Well thank ya... thank ya very--
(He is cut off as Olvir's mighty fist smashes into his face. The tourists gasp in shock, and the Viking laughs triumphantly. A voice off screen suddenly catches his attention.)
Second Elvis Impersonator
What the sam hell? Oh, it's go time, baby!
(Olvir looks across the street, where he finds not just one but MANY Elvis Impersonators gathered outside of a casion lobby. The marquee above reads, '40th Annual Elvis Homage Convention.' All of them, seeing what just went down, raise their fists ready to fight.)
Olvir Arsvinnar
Ah! Impersonators! I shall smite you all!
Third Elvis Impersonator
Oh, it's time to take care o' biznus...
(The Viking drops his battle axe at his feet and goes into the street fists waving. The Elvises meet him halfway through and a brawl ensues. The horns of the Viking helmet can be seen standing tall over the sea of studded white suits and slick, swooped black hair.)
(Erik Black turns the corner to witness this riot. He tears at his hair in anxiety. In the distance, police sirens are heard approaching...)
SCENE ENDS