Post by MarcusC on Feb 15, 2007 23:08:18 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside the beach home of Marcus Chamberlain who is standing behind a bar table, and smoke emerging from below the countertop. Chamberlain’s hair is wet, he’s wearing an unbuttoned black Hawaiian shirt with white flower designs all over it, some hemp bracelets, and a hemp choker with a number of blue beads with a tribal flower design on each one of them.
“Want an omelet?”
“Who me?”
“Well I’m cooking. Don’t worry I can afford a few extra eggs.”
“Sure, thanks man.”
Marcus walks across the room to the black refrigerator, opens the door, and pulls out a carton of eggs. He walks back over to where he was, and cracks open about three egg shells, and drops the insides into the pan. He puts a plate down at the counter top.
“What about the camera?”
“Well I have a tri-pod if you want to use it.”
“But then I’ll be in the shot.”
“I don’t give a crap! This is my time.”
“Ok.”
The screen shuts off for a while, but you never notice cause of editing. When it returns the camera man is now in the shot wearing khaki shorts, and a black t-shirt with a black baseball cap eating an omelet.
“So how come we haven’t heard from ya the last like few weeks?”
“Me? I was filming in South Africa, I guess the road guy never sent out that letter to NAPW saying I couldn’t commit to do promo’s. I could only fly out for the committed wrestling shows.”
“Right.”
“Fortunately that movie was a high profile one so I made a huge bank on it. So I can spend more time focusing on wrestling for the next few months. I’m sure Jay O’Brien will get a stiffy from hearing that one.”
“Hahahaha”
“I heard I’m teaming with Maxx Xtreme this week against Team Kurtis. Apparently they beat like those DX guys? Apparently we’re just a road bump in their way to whatever it is their after. Like I give a crap.”
“I dunno I just film people I don’t really listen to what they say. This omelet rules man!”
“Yea’ some onions, salsa, and some Cajun seasoning to add some flavor. They say prunes loosen you stool, well this stuff will make it flow. Hahahaha.”
“Hahahaha”
“So yea’ I’m not too familiar with this Xtreme kid, but he seems to have some skill under his belt. He’s no slouch, does a mean frog splash. So we’ll see what he’s capable of soon enough, right?”
“Are you concerned about facing what’s their name?”
“Team Kurtis, and no. No one really scares me, I mean if you ask a UFC fighter if he fears a fight he’ll tell ya hell no. Not cause the guys he fights ain’t scary, but because he loves what he does. When you’re in a fighting promotion ya win some, ya lose some. That’s the natural order of stuff. So no I’m not concerned. If they win no biggie, I’ll go to the next match, and do what I do best. Don’t worry you can expect to see more wins out of me in the coming months.”
“Well thanks for the omelet’s man, do you wanna film some more stuff?”
“Nah, not today. Take the day off enjoy the beach.”
“Word.”
“Word.”
The two guys slap hands as the camera man walks over to the camera, and black.
“Want an omelet?”
“Who me?”
“Well I’m cooking. Don’t worry I can afford a few extra eggs.”
“Sure, thanks man.”
Marcus walks across the room to the black refrigerator, opens the door, and pulls out a carton of eggs. He walks back over to where he was, and cracks open about three egg shells, and drops the insides into the pan. He puts a plate down at the counter top.
“What about the camera?”
“Well I have a tri-pod if you want to use it.”
“But then I’ll be in the shot.”
“I don’t give a crap! This is my time.”
“Ok.”
The screen shuts off for a while, but you never notice cause of editing. When it returns the camera man is now in the shot wearing khaki shorts, and a black t-shirt with a black baseball cap eating an omelet.
“So how come we haven’t heard from ya the last like few weeks?”
“Me? I was filming in South Africa, I guess the road guy never sent out that letter to NAPW saying I couldn’t commit to do promo’s. I could only fly out for the committed wrestling shows.”
“Right.”
“Fortunately that movie was a high profile one so I made a huge bank on it. So I can spend more time focusing on wrestling for the next few months. I’m sure Jay O’Brien will get a stiffy from hearing that one.”
“Hahahaha”
“I heard I’m teaming with Maxx Xtreme this week against Team Kurtis. Apparently they beat like those DX guys? Apparently we’re just a road bump in their way to whatever it is their after. Like I give a crap.”
“I dunno I just film people I don’t really listen to what they say. This omelet rules man!”
“Yea’ some onions, salsa, and some Cajun seasoning to add some flavor. They say prunes loosen you stool, well this stuff will make it flow. Hahahaha.”
“Hahahaha”
“So yea’ I’m not too familiar with this Xtreme kid, but he seems to have some skill under his belt. He’s no slouch, does a mean frog splash. So we’ll see what he’s capable of soon enough, right?”
“Are you concerned about facing what’s their name?”
“Team Kurtis, and no. No one really scares me, I mean if you ask a UFC fighter if he fears a fight he’ll tell ya hell no. Not cause the guys he fights ain’t scary, but because he loves what he does. When you’re in a fighting promotion ya win some, ya lose some. That’s the natural order of stuff. So no I’m not concerned. If they win no biggie, I’ll go to the next match, and do what I do best. Don’t worry you can expect to see more wins out of me in the coming months.”
“Well thanks for the omelet’s man, do you wanna film some more stuff?”
“Nah, not today. Take the day off enjoy the beach.”
“Word.”
“Word.”
The two guys slap hands as the camera man walks over to the camera, and black.