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Jimi Sinister
Guest
(Our scene opens up in front of a LARGE domed building. It seems to be in the middle of nowhere. The sun blazes in the background, and cacti and sand are the landscape of choice.)
Hangar 18, New Mexico
(A car pulls up to the massive hangar. A Ford Mustang. A man opens the car door, and steps out. The man, graying with middle age, fully wears the blue and black Hangar 18 uniform, with the large patch on his shoulder which reads "KORSO" on it. The man snorts, and walks to the guarded door into the hangar...)
Hangar 18, R&D Department...
(Professor Wilson wipes some sweat off of his forehead with a towel as he goes back to typing on the computer inside one of the static-free rooms inside the hangar. Next to him lays an inanimate person, laying there, as if dead. Well, he practically is. Wilson types rapidly on the computer, and stops his tired hands.)
PROFESSOR WILSON: Man, I didn't think it would be so tough. I thought the final day of the experimentation would be the easiest. Well, it's done now. Let's save this file, and we're done. You hear that Tommy? You're complete.
(The body still lays there, unmoving. Wilson wipes his glasses off and puts them on his head. He shrugs. He's only about 26, and it shows in his young, vibrant face. You can tell he's a "mad" scientist...his face is that of a kid who watched Star Wars one too many times, and his hair is wild and undone. Wilson turns around, only to bump into the man with the camo uniform.)
PROFESSOR WILSON: Hey, Korso, what're you doing here?
SGT. KORSO: Wilson, you know damn well why I'm here. Is it done?
PROFESSOR WILSON : You bet it is. Watch! AWAKEN!
(Like the birth of the messiah himself, the unmoving body sits up. It's a massive man, and we fully see this as he stands on the floor. With bulging muscles, a flat top haircut, and an expressionless face, this seems to be the ultimate athlete. Korso smiles as Wilson fills him in on the details.)
PROFESSOR WILSON: There he is, Korso. Tommy 18. The most lethal, loyal, destructive, powerful, and enhanced genetically altered warrior in the universe. We even used computers to program his brain. He knows EVERYTHING about people. He can pinpoint an injured body part and tear them to pieces, and he can even play mind games with his subjects before he kills them. This is a-
(Korso's hand covers Wilson's mouth. Korso looks to the muscle man.)\
SGT. KORSO: SOLDIER! STATE YOUR NAME AND DUTY!
(The thing looks at Korso, piercing him with his cold eyes. The thing speaks with a monotone voice, yet the voice is powerful and even youthful.)
TOMMY 18: I am Tommy 18, ID CODE 896655. My duties are clear: SEEK AND DESTROY.
SGT. KORSO: What are you to destroy, Tommy?
TOMMY 18: The world's greatest warriors. Must destroy them, and be the only one surviving.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Um, Korso, there is one slight glitch with Tommy.
SGT. KORSO: What is it, pea brain?
PROFESSOR WILSON: Tommy has the intelligence of a supercomputer in his head. The only problem with him is that he is incapable of feeling, or understanding, human emotion.
SGT. KORSO: That's good! I want a killer, not a softie pussy! Tommy, who is your creator?
TOMMY 18: Sgt. Donovan Korso and Professor Dan Wilson. I am only to listen to those two.
SGT. KORSO: Well, that's who we are. So don't worry. We're the ones to listen to.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Um, Korso, what're your plans with Tommy? He's not supposed to be used until next year. He's not-
SGT. KORSO: He's fine. I already got a task for him. Tommy, at ease.
(Tommy 18 sits on the bed, as Sgt. Korso and Professor Wilson talk amongst each other.)
SGT. KORSO: I have a plan for him. He already has a mission in his brain already, so we might as well get to work.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Where are you going to dispatch THAT THING?
SGT. KORSO: The greatest warriors in the world...pro wrestlers.
PROFESSOR WILSON: You're going to let THAT THING go into pro wrestling? He'll kill everyone!
SGT. KORSO: That's my point. Government don't trust wrestling. Hell, some of them wrestlers on TV look they got something to hide. If we eliminate them all, then they can't resist us.
PROFESSOR WILSON: But have you SEEN those wrestlers?
SGT. KORSO: You watch that stuff too?
PROFESSOR WILSON: Yeah. It's entertaining.
SGT. KORSO: Just imagine if we could take EVERY pro wrestler and either kill it or make it into a Mega Soldier. Well, Tommy's going to unleash some hell arlight.
PROFESSOR WILSON: He's got the knowledge of an Einstein. He knows when to eat, when to sleep, when to talk, when to do ANYTHING. The only thing he can't do is have sex. Like I said, he's incapable of showing ANY emotions whatsoever.
SGT. KORSO: Well, I'm not dissappointed. I know the target too. Global Xtreme Wrestling. Best wrestlin' on the planet. We nail some of those guys, the world is ours, Wilson.
PROFESSOR WILSON: But Tommy doesn't even have wrestling knowledge.
SGT. KORSO: Well, that's another suprise I have for ya. During the programming of his mind I slipped in a disc full of wrestling maneuvers and ring psychology to help him out. If what you say is true, he'll be able to cut promos that'll damn near scare the piss out of ANYONE.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Yeah, but I thought that we'd use Tommy for peace. Your going to use him to kill innocent Americans!
SGT. KORSO: Wilson, life ain't fair. Deal with it. TOMMY!
(Tommy 18 stands up.)
SGT. KORSO: You have orders.
TOMMY 18: I am to accept ANY and ALL orders from my creators.
SGT. KORSO: Tell me something Tommy, do you FEAR dying for your creators?
TOMMY 18: FEAR? What is fear? Are you referring to when I am intimidate my enemies to destroy their minds before I break them?
SGT. KORSO: Nevermind. Listen, Tommy, we're ready for you to go to war. We're going to take you to the GXW HQ. You're going to start wrestling. Do you understand?
TOMMY 18: Yes.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Korso, be careful with him. He's only a prototype.
SGT. KORSO: Listen you ##### mongrol, you're going to stay here and keep your mouth shut. Tommy, get your supplies, we're leaving.
(Wilson tries to stand up to Korso, but it fails. Korso pushes him back on the chair Wilson was sitting at, and Tommy 18 gathers his things. Clothes, knives, even what seems to be anabolic steroids, are placed inside of a bag. Tommy 18 walks off, stopping slightly in front of Wilson. Wilson looks at his creation, hoping to get something positive...)
TOMMY 18: Goodbye, ##### Mongrol.
(The robotic man walks off with Korso, as Wilson sits there in his chair, rubbing his head. He hears the massive doors to the hangar open and close, and he buries his hands in his face.)
PROFESSOR WILSON: We're F*cked.
(FADE TO BLACK)
Hangar 18, New Mexico
(A car pulls up to the massive hangar. A Ford Mustang. A man opens the car door, and steps out. The man, graying with middle age, fully wears the blue and black Hangar 18 uniform, with the large patch on his shoulder which reads "KORSO" on it. The man snorts, and walks to the guarded door into the hangar...)
Hangar 18, R&D Department...
(Professor Wilson wipes some sweat off of his forehead with a towel as he goes back to typing on the computer inside one of the static-free rooms inside the hangar. Next to him lays an inanimate person, laying there, as if dead. Well, he practically is. Wilson types rapidly on the computer, and stops his tired hands.)
PROFESSOR WILSON: Man, I didn't think it would be so tough. I thought the final day of the experimentation would be the easiest. Well, it's done now. Let's save this file, and we're done. You hear that Tommy? You're complete.
(The body still lays there, unmoving. Wilson wipes his glasses off and puts them on his head. He shrugs. He's only about 26, and it shows in his young, vibrant face. You can tell he's a "mad" scientist...his face is that of a kid who watched Star Wars one too many times, and his hair is wild and undone. Wilson turns around, only to bump into the man with the camo uniform.)
PROFESSOR WILSON: Hey, Korso, what're you doing here?
SGT. KORSO: Wilson, you know damn well why I'm here. Is it done?
PROFESSOR WILSON : You bet it is. Watch! AWAKEN!
(Like the birth of the messiah himself, the unmoving body sits up. It's a massive man, and we fully see this as he stands on the floor. With bulging muscles, a flat top haircut, and an expressionless face, this seems to be the ultimate athlete. Korso smiles as Wilson fills him in on the details.)
PROFESSOR WILSON: There he is, Korso. Tommy 18. The most lethal, loyal, destructive, powerful, and enhanced genetically altered warrior in the universe. We even used computers to program his brain. He knows EVERYTHING about people. He can pinpoint an injured body part and tear them to pieces, and he can even play mind games with his subjects before he kills them. This is a-
(Korso's hand covers Wilson's mouth. Korso looks to the muscle man.)\
SGT. KORSO: SOLDIER! STATE YOUR NAME AND DUTY!
(The thing looks at Korso, piercing him with his cold eyes. The thing speaks with a monotone voice, yet the voice is powerful and even youthful.)
TOMMY 18: I am Tommy 18, ID CODE 896655. My duties are clear: SEEK AND DESTROY.
SGT. KORSO: What are you to destroy, Tommy?
TOMMY 18: The world's greatest warriors. Must destroy them, and be the only one surviving.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Um, Korso, there is one slight glitch with Tommy.
SGT. KORSO: What is it, pea brain?
PROFESSOR WILSON: Tommy has the intelligence of a supercomputer in his head. The only problem with him is that he is incapable of feeling, or understanding, human emotion.
SGT. KORSO: That's good! I want a killer, not a softie pussy! Tommy, who is your creator?
TOMMY 18: Sgt. Donovan Korso and Professor Dan Wilson. I am only to listen to those two.
SGT. KORSO: Well, that's who we are. So don't worry. We're the ones to listen to.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Um, Korso, what're your plans with Tommy? He's not supposed to be used until next year. He's not-
SGT. KORSO: He's fine. I already got a task for him. Tommy, at ease.
(Tommy 18 sits on the bed, as Sgt. Korso and Professor Wilson talk amongst each other.)
SGT. KORSO: I have a plan for him. He already has a mission in his brain already, so we might as well get to work.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Where are you going to dispatch THAT THING?
SGT. KORSO: The greatest warriors in the world...pro wrestlers.
PROFESSOR WILSON: You're going to let THAT THING go into pro wrestling? He'll kill everyone!
SGT. KORSO: That's my point. Government don't trust wrestling. Hell, some of them wrestlers on TV look they got something to hide. If we eliminate them all, then they can't resist us.
PROFESSOR WILSON: But have you SEEN those wrestlers?
SGT. KORSO: You watch that stuff too?
PROFESSOR WILSON: Yeah. It's entertaining.
SGT. KORSO: Just imagine if we could take EVERY pro wrestler and either kill it or make it into a Mega Soldier. Well, Tommy's going to unleash some hell arlight.
PROFESSOR WILSON: He's got the knowledge of an Einstein. He knows when to eat, when to sleep, when to talk, when to do ANYTHING. The only thing he can't do is have sex. Like I said, he's incapable of showing ANY emotions whatsoever.
SGT. KORSO: Well, I'm not dissappointed. I know the target too. Global Xtreme Wrestling. Best wrestlin' on the planet. We nail some of those guys, the world is ours, Wilson.
PROFESSOR WILSON: But Tommy doesn't even have wrestling knowledge.
SGT. KORSO: Well, that's another suprise I have for ya. During the programming of his mind I slipped in a disc full of wrestling maneuvers and ring psychology to help him out. If what you say is true, he'll be able to cut promos that'll damn near scare the piss out of ANYONE.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Yeah, but I thought that we'd use Tommy for peace. Your going to use him to kill innocent Americans!
SGT. KORSO: Wilson, life ain't fair. Deal with it. TOMMY!
(Tommy 18 stands up.)
SGT. KORSO: You have orders.
TOMMY 18: I am to accept ANY and ALL orders from my creators.
SGT. KORSO: Tell me something Tommy, do you FEAR dying for your creators?
TOMMY 18: FEAR? What is fear? Are you referring to when I am intimidate my enemies to destroy their minds before I break them?
SGT. KORSO: Nevermind. Listen, Tommy, we're ready for you to go to war. We're going to take you to the GXW HQ. You're going to start wrestling. Do you understand?
TOMMY 18: Yes.
PROFESSOR WILSON: Korso, be careful with him. He's only a prototype.
SGT. KORSO: Listen you ##### mongrol, you're going to stay here and keep your mouth shut. Tommy, get your supplies, we're leaving.
(Wilson tries to stand up to Korso, but it fails. Korso pushes him back on the chair Wilson was sitting at, and Tommy 18 gathers his things. Clothes, knives, even what seems to be anabolic steroids, are placed inside of a bag. Tommy 18 walks off, stopping slightly in front of Wilson. Wilson looks at his creation, hoping to get something positive...)
TOMMY 18: Goodbye, ##### Mongrol.
(The robotic man walks off with Korso, as Wilson sits there in his chair, rubbing his head. He hears the massive doors to the hangar open and close, and he buries his hands in his face.)
PROFESSOR WILSON: We're F*cked.
(FADE TO BLACK)