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| "Proteges"; An insight into how 'The Entourage' live | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 5 2010, 01:20 PM (94 Views) | |
| The Blue Scorpion | Feb 5 2010, 01:20 PM Post #1 |
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The Ruthless Patriarch
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The scene opens on a quiet suburban street, with the camera clearly picking up three distinctive individuals walking in very different manners. As the camera draws closer to the three men, we first see The Blue Scorpion, who is somewhat ridiculously attired in an expensive-looking suit. Hair slicked back, walking with a pronounced swagger and carrying a gold foil belt which looks as if a 5 year old had made it, Scorpio is clearly supposed to be Jarvis King. However, it is clear that the parody doesn’t end there, as the camera observes the other two men, who flank “Jarvis”; one, wearing an odd ensemble of bow tie and sailor’s hat, seems to be imitating Mark Carlton, whilst the other, with a huge Hollywood star on the front of his t-shirt, is a Colton Mace impersonator. Apart from these few details, however, there are very little similarities to draw between the impersonators and the people that they are attempting to send up. Both members of “The Entourage” flank Scorpio as he walks, giving him regular mock looks of reverence and giving each other dark, scowling looks. The three men continue walking in the same ridiculously exaggerated manner, until they reach a swanky, 4-star hotel. In an instant, both members of “The Entourage” dive forward towards the hotel’s front door. “Colton”: Here let me get that for you Mr King!!! “Carlton”: No, no, it’s OK Mace… I’ll get the door for the Champ! “Colton”: Get out of the way, I’ve got it…! “Carlton”: No… stop it… oww! That’s my hair! The two, in their haste to help their boss, begin a childish scuffle as they continue to approach the door. “Mace” has a handful of “Mark Carlton”’s hair, whilst “The Not-So-Fearless Atlantic Gentleman” is raining weak looking slaps down on “Colton”’s body. The two continue their scuffle, which only comes to an end when they both crash headfirst into the very door that they were attempting to open in the first place. The two men both fall in a heap, either side of “Jarvis King”, who continues to walk as if nothing had happened. Opening the door serenely, he turned his head slowly to each member of his “Entourage”, “Jarvis”(in a very patronizing manner): Honestly boys… *tut tut*… I’m perfectly capable of working a door you know. You don’t get to be World Champ without knowing how to open doors. Because I am World Champion you know? Did I tell you that? Have I mentioned it? Did I tell you that I was the CWF World Champion? Did I? Did I? *ahem* Anyway, up you get, come on! “Colton”(leaping up to his feet): It’s OK boss, I used to be a Hollywood stuntman don’t cha know? I can handle it! “Carlton”(proudly and pompously): Yes… well I used to be in The Royal Navy, serving Queen and Country! “Colton” makes a series of childish mocking noises, which causes “Carlton” to retaliate with a devastating sticking out of the tongue. The pair look to be heading for a mini-scrap again, before: “Jarvis”(turning and facing “The Entourage”): BOYS!!! The two men rush quickly to be the first one beside “The World Champion”; too quickly, it would seem, as one-by-one they topple to the ground, “Colton Mace” tripping on the step into the hotel, whilst “Mark Carlton” collides with a member of the public, taking them down with him as he falls ungracefully to the carpeted floor. “Jarvis”(turning away from “The Entourage” and muttering to himself): Honestly… how do I cope…? “Jarvis” continues muttering unintelligibly as he approaches the reception desk, whilst a small commotion builds behind him, as the two members of his “Entourage” scramble unceremoniously to their feet. “Jarvis”, however, chooses to ignore this, and instead addresses the reception-worker who stands before him. Reception Worker: Hello and welcome to the Denver Marriott Hotel, how may I help you this evening? “Jarvis” (speaking in what is clearly meant to be a powerful and enigmatic tone, but just sounds camp and exaggerated): Yes… I am “The Internet Icon”! I am “The Web’s Wet Dream”! I am…… hang on…… what ARE my other nicknames? I’ve given myself so many it’s hard to keep track… By this time, “The Entourage” has once again appeared either side of “The World Champ”, both men eager to help out their boss. “Colton” (shouting, despite the fact he is right next to "Jarvis"): “The Regal Ruler of In-Ring Radness”!!! “Carlton” (also shouting): “THE World Champion” Almost in tandem, and looking like a comedy double act, “Jarvis” and the Reception Worker turn their heads to look at both members of “The Entourage”, throwing them their best disgusted look, before “Jarvis” turns back to the desk. “Jarvis”: Yes… well… apologies for that. Anyway, I’m Jarvis King, and I’ve made a reservation. Reception Worker (his hands working furiously on the keyboard in front of him): King… King… King… ah yes! Room for three. The Penthouse Suite. “Jarvis”: But of course. Reception Worker: Excellent. Here is your key. Please follow Juan up the stairs to your left, where he will direct you to your room. (clicking his fingers) JUAN! In an instant, a member of staff dressed in a deep blue jacket and expensive uniform appears before the three men gathered around the reception desk. In a flash, he has whipped up “Jarvis”’ bags and, with a quick “Please follow me Mr. King”, proceeds promptly towards a grand staircase to the right of the reception desk. “Jarvis” follows almost instantly, but his “Entourage” seem to be paralyzed with shock. Slowly, they turn their heads to face each other, their faces showing a mixture of complete shock and disgust. “Colton” (mouthing): He… took… the… bags! “Carlton” (also mouthing): That’s OUR job! Now united in their quest to help their boss, “Colton Mace” and “Mark Carlton” hurry past the reception worker, who is once again wearing a look of deep dissatisfaction, towards the stairs, up which “Jarvis” and the hotel porter had just disappeared. “The Entourage” catch up with the other two men about halfway up the staircase, but instead of flanking their boss, they choose instead to position themselves either side of the porter, each looking menacingly at the member of staff who is clearly trying to ignore them and get on with his job. “Colton” (muttering): So… thought you’d carry his bags did you…? “Carlton” (also muttering in a menacing fashion): Are you completely out of your mind? What do you think we are here for? “Colton”: Mr. King likes to have people he can trust to look after his important personal belongings. For all you know, his livelihood could be packed up inside that bag! “Carlton” (attempting to sound menacing but just sounding like a bad actor, which is of course, what he actually is): If ANYTHING at all inside either of those bags is damaged even slightly, we are holding YOU personally responsible. And you will have US to deal with. Understand? “Jarvis”: BOYS!!! Leave the man to do his damn job will you? In an instant, “Colton” and “Carlton” are back at the side of “The World Champ”. “Colton”: Sorry boss, just doing our job! “Carlton”: This was a matter of national security Mr. King, and I implore you… “Jarvis”: Shut it, the pair of you. You’re beginning to get on the World Champ’s nerves… “Colton” and “Carlton”: Yes boss. Sorry boss. The four men finally reach the penthouse suite in silence. The porter opens the door and dumps the bags pretty unceremoniously down on the floor, eliciting another look of shock from both members of “The Entourage”, before hurriedly leaving these three larger-than-life individuals to their room. The three men amble into their room, prodding and poking at the various luxuries in the hotel room; “Mark Carlton” immediately heads for the tea/coffee tray. “Carlton” (in a strong, overly-exagerrated English accent): Ahhhh… time for a cup of tea I think. “Jarvis”: Errr… no thanks Mark. “Colton”: Yeah, me neither. I don’t touch that crap. “Carlton” (looking shocked and almost hurt): What?! No tea? Have you no respect for your Queen and Country? “Colton”: Errrr… Carlton… I’m from California. “Jarvis”: Yeah… and I’m Canadian. We couldn’t give a shit about Old Liz over in England. “Carlton” hangs his head despondently, dropping the tea bags and cups that he held sadly back down onto the tray. “Jarvis”: Anyway, forget the tea, I need to talk to you. “Carlton” and “Colton” both bound towards their boss with almost childlike enthusiasm, once again sitting either side of “Jarvis”. “The World Champ” rolls his eyes, before continuing. “Jarvis”: Now, this week’s Tuesday Night Massacre may well be the biggest match of your careers so far. The main event – a CWF Tag Team Title match against The Demons of Death, Anubis and The Blue Scorpion. And let’s be honest guys, you have nothing to fear. Colton, you already hold a pinfall victory over The Blue Scorpion this year. And Mark, I’m sure with your technical expertise you can find a way around the massive size and raw power of Anubis. You’ve already proven your worth as a team when you beat Xtreme and Anderson last week, and I have no doubt that you can do it again this week, and bring the CWF Tag Team Titles home! Both members of “The Entourage” glow with obvious and exaggerated pride, looking up at their boss with complete and utter reverence s he continues to praise them. “Jarvis” gives an affirmative nod. “Jarvis”: Now, go off and play... I mean… train... for your big match, boys! “Colton” and “Carlton” retreat immediately to a space in the lavish hotel room, proceeding to hit some of the worst looking offensive wrestling maneuvers on each other, and blocking each others’ weak attempts with equally girly defensive moves. “Jarvis” sits and watches them for a moment, before shaking his head slightly, sighing, and turning to the address the camera. “Jarvis”: I really do worry about those two sometimes… don’t get me wrong, they can work their ass off when they want to, and they’re always so damn enthusiastic… sometimes too enthusiastic. But there’s no simple way around it – they are complete and utter buffoons, with just a thimbleful of talent and potential between them. God knows what I must’ve been thinking when I put this group together… I just hope next Tuesday’s main event isn’t a complete and utter embarrassment... Massacre may well be the operative word. Scorpio, still in “Jarvis”-mode, flashes a look of mock concern at the camera, before running his hand through his hair in his trademark way, and continuing speaking, still feigning concern for “The Entourage” and their chances this week. “Jarvis”: Although it’s true that Colton does have a victory over Scorpio, he still needed me to intervene in that one to make sure he didn’t fuck that up… and knowing Scorpio as I do (a ghost of a smile passes over Scorpio’s lips as he notes the irony of his comment), that loss will only serve to make him more focused and more intense than ever. And as much as I hate to admit it, The Demons have the makings of a hell of a dominant team, a great mixture of brains, brawn and a nasty mean streak running right through the group make them a hell of a proposition for any team here in the CWF… And they work as a team; which, if last week is anything to go on, is more than can be said for my protégés over there… I dunno if I could face it if they got ripped to shreds next week, but I fear that may well be their destiny, and they could well end up simply as two more names on the “Eliminated” list. Hmmmm… maybe if I promised them a pair of my old wrestling trunks if they won next week, they might be a little more motivated to impress… The camera follows Scorpio’s eyes to the two actors who are still very much in role as “The Entourage”. “Colton Mace” and “Mark Carlton” have continued to ‘train’, and are now hitting each other with weak kicks to the ass and very fake-looking karate chops, complete with loud “HIIIIYAAA!” The camera moves slowly back to “Jarvis” who is wearing a look of deep despair as he regards his “protégés”. “Jarvis”: Or maybe it’ll take a minor miracle for “The Entourage” to take those titles from The Demons’ grasp… The camera comes to rest on “Jarvis’” face, the camera showing his pensively worried expression, before Scorpio ruffles his hair free of it's slicked back restraints, and turns dramatically to the camera once more, now clearly impersonating no-one. Scorpio: Because let's face it - Colton. Carlton. You are just two more standing in the path of the unstoppable force that is the Demons of Death. Just as a force of nature, such as a tornado, sweeps aside anything and everything, regardless of size or value, The Demons care not for what or who we destroy. At Genesis it was two Hall-of-Famers. And this week? Two excuses for human beings who get on just about as well as Adolf Hitler and Winston Churchill, teaming for just the second time in their *cough* illustrious careers. So save your prayers guys. Because a miracle is what it will take. But this is the real world. And in the real world, miracles simply do not happen. |
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