Post by AWX Wrestling on Apr 28, 2007 14:50:41 GMT -5
(Start. Establishing shot of a two-storey house in a sleepy, tree-lined neighbourhood. It's morning, and rays of sunlight stretch across the screen.
CUT. In the middle of a yellow-and-black-striped bedroom, a tiny figure shuffles under a big, woolen blanket on a bed. The room brightens with daybreak, and on cue, a bald midget pokes his head and torso out from under the covers, stretching his tiny arms with a yawn.)
NARRATOR: The Bee wakes up every day with the sun.
(CUT. In a bathroom festooned with bumblebee prints, the midget stands in front of the bathtub. He holds a small towel wrapped around his naked frame, and stares passively at the camera.)
NARRATOR: He takes his bath.
(CUT. The midget, still wearing his towel, stands tippy-toe on a miniature stepladder, leaning into the bathroom mirror and dragging a toothbrush in and out of his mouth.)
NARRATOR: He brushes his teeth.
(CUT. Still at the mirror, our midget starts applying large amounts of shaving cream to his smooth jawline.)
NARRATOR: He gives himself a shaving cream beard...
(He starts flexing and growling at the mirror.)
NARRATOR: ... and pretends that he is a biker.
(CUT. The camera is behind him now. Clad in little black boxers, he stands before a regular-sized dresser, stocked with perhaps two-dozen identical bee costumes.)
NARRATOR: He picks out his clothes.
(CUT. Close-up of a hook on a pole removing a clotheshanger hook from the dresser's rod.
CUT. The Bee, wearing his jumper but not his headgear, bounces on his bed, giggling.)
NARRATOR: He practices his flying.
(CUT. He stands in front of dressing mirror, wearing his springy-antennae headgear. A bristle-less brush paddle in hand, he drags it lengthwise across his left antenna.)
NARRATOR: He brushes each antenna fifty times...
(CUT. The Bee negotiates a step on a staircase by lying on his belly and lowering himself down. He goes to repeat this with the next step.)
NARRATOR: ... then heads downstairs.
(CUT. He ambles into a well-stocked modern kitchen, where a lanky young man with long, jet black hair is fixing himself some coffee.)
NARRATOR: He says "Hello" to his housemate, Nenji.
(CUT. Shot from a high angle, The Bee walks into frame and looks up, waving and smiling.
CUT. Shot from a low angle, Nenji waves and smiles back.
CUT. The Bee, with the help of several large books, sits at the breakfast table. Impatiently, he starts banging his plastic plate on the tabletop.)
NARRATOR: Many people believe that The Bee eats honey, but this is not true.
(Nenji settles the plate down with his hand, then quickly removes it to drop a waffle onto it.)
NARRATOR: The Bee eats Eggos...
(The Bee picks up his knife and fork, cutting off a chunk of waffle before cramming it into his mouth and chewing.)
NARRATOR: ... which he later turns into honey.
(CUT. The camera is on the backyard lawn. Nenji runs a gas-powered mower by and past the camera.)
NARRATOR: Saturday means it's time to look after the garden.
(CUT. The Bee, armed with a bucket, toddles through a row of plants.)
NARRATOR: The Bee's job is to look for caterpillars.
(Something catches his eye. CUT. Close-up of a squirrel, sprinting-and-stopping through the garden. CUT. The Bee strikes a monster pose.)
THE BEE: FEEL MY STING!
(CUT. The squirrel dashes off.)
NARRATOR: He finds no worthy opponent here.
(CUT. In the living room, The Bee and Nenji sit on their leather couch, sipping sodas and looking past the camera to te glow of a TV.)
NARRATOR: Later, The Bee catches Crusher's press conference.
CRUSHER: (off) Well, you know what? It's KILL OR BE CRUSHED!
NARRATOR: The Bee is captivated by every word.
(CUT. Close-up on The Bee. His face is rapt, absent-mindedly slurping his soda through a straw.)
NARRATOR: He has never seen Crusher so fired up. And for the first time, he sees The Crusher's potential.
CRUSHER: (off) AAARGH! KILL!
NARRATOR: The Crusher needs a partner for the new Tagstravaganza contest. But the Bee knows not a lot of wrestlers respect The Crusher.
CRUSHER: (off) OR--BE CRUSHED!!!
NARRATOR: He doesn't want The Crusher to get beat up.
(CUT. The Bee's back in the kitchen, standing by the counter with a phone handset. Three strident "cannot connect" notes sound off.)
NARRATOR: He doesn't know The Crusher's number.
(CUT. The Bee and Nenji sit in front of a computer screen, The Bee on Nenji's lap as his big friend types.)
NARRATOR: They search for him on the internet...
(Nenji keeps typing, then stops.)
NARRATOR: ... but find pornography.
(Pause. Nenji covers up The Bee's eyes with his hand.
CUT. The Bee and Nenji stand on the front lawn of their house, looking into the camera.)
NARRATOR: So they hire a documentary crew to deliver their message.
(CUT. Close-up of a smiling Bee.)
NARRATOR: This has been Ian Griffin-Stewart, your narrator.
(Black.)
CUT. In the middle of a yellow-and-black-striped bedroom, a tiny figure shuffles under a big, woolen blanket on a bed. The room brightens with daybreak, and on cue, a bald midget pokes his head and torso out from under the covers, stretching his tiny arms with a yawn.)
NARRATOR: The Bee wakes up every day with the sun.
(CUT. In a bathroom festooned with bumblebee prints, the midget stands in front of the bathtub. He holds a small towel wrapped around his naked frame, and stares passively at the camera.)
NARRATOR: He takes his bath.
(CUT. The midget, still wearing his towel, stands tippy-toe on a miniature stepladder, leaning into the bathroom mirror and dragging a toothbrush in and out of his mouth.)
NARRATOR: He brushes his teeth.
(CUT. Still at the mirror, our midget starts applying large amounts of shaving cream to his smooth jawline.)
NARRATOR: He gives himself a shaving cream beard...
(He starts flexing and growling at the mirror.)
NARRATOR: ... and pretends that he is a biker.
(CUT. The camera is behind him now. Clad in little black boxers, he stands before a regular-sized dresser, stocked with perhaps two-dozen identical bee costumes.)
NARRATOR: He picks out his clothes.
(CUT. Close-up of a hook on a pole removing a clotheshanger hook from the dresser's rod.
CUT. The Bee, wearing his jumper but not his headgear, bounces on his bed, giggling.)
NARRATOR: He practices his flying.
(CUT. He stands in front of dressing mirror, wearing his springy-antennae headgear. A bristle-less brush paddle in hand, he drags it lengthwise across his left antenna.)
NARRATOR: He brushes each antenna fifty times...
(CUT. The Bee negotiates a step on a staircase by lying on his belly and lowering himself down. He goes to repeat this with the next step.)
NARRATOR: ... then heads downstairs.
(CUT. He ambles into a well-stocked modern kitchen, where a lanky young man with long, jet black hair is fixing himself some coffee.)
NARRATOR: He says "Hello" to his housemate, Nenji.
(CUT. Shot from a high angle, The Bee walks into frame and looks up, waving and smiling.
CUT. Shot from a low angle, Nenji waves and smiles back.
CUT. The Bee, with the help of several large books, sits at the breakfast table. Impatiently, he starts banging his plastic plate on the tabletop.)
NARRATOR: Many people believe that The Bee eats honey, but this is not true.
(Nenji settles the plate down with his hand, then quickly removes it to drop a waffle onto it.)
NARRATOR: The Bee eats Eggos...
(The Bee picks up his knife and fork, cutting off a chunk of waffle before cramming it into his mouth and chewing.)
NARRATOR: ... which he later turns into honey.
(CUT. The camera is on the backyard lawn. Nenji runs a gas-powered mower by and past the camera.)
NARRATOR: Saturday means it's time to look after the garden.
(CUT. The Bee, armed with a bucket, toddles through a row of plants.)
NARRATOR: The Bee's job is to look for caterpillars.
(Something catches his eye. CUT. Close-up of a squirrel, sprinting-and-stopping through the garden. CUT. The Bee strikes a monster pose.)
THE BEE: FEEL MY STING!
(CUT. The squirrel dashes off.)
NARRATOR: He finds no worthy opponent here.
(CUT. In the living room, The Bee and Nenji sit on their leather couch, sipping sodas and looking past the camera to te glow of a TV.)
NARRATOR: Later, The Bee catches Crusher's press conference.
CRUSHER: (off) Well, you know what? It's KILL OR BE CRUSHED!
NARRATOR: The Bee is captivated by every word.
(CUT. Close-up on The Bee. His face is rapt, absent-mindedly slurping his soda through a straw.)
NARRATOR: He has never seen Crusher so fired up. And for the first time, he sees The Crusher's potential.
CRUSHER: (off) AAARGH! KILL!
NARRATOR: The Crusher needs a partner for the new Tagstravaganza contest. But the Bee knows not a lot of wrestlers respect The Crusher.
CRUSHER: (off) OR--BE CRUSHED!!!
NARRATOR: He doesn't want The Crusher to get beat up.
(CUT. The Bee's back in the kitchen, standing by the counter with a phone handset. Three strident "cannot connect" notes sound off.)
NARRATOR: He doesn't know The Crusher's number.
(CUT. The Bee and Nenji sit in front of a computer screen, The Bee on Nenji's lap as his big friend types.)
NARRATOR: They search for him on the internet...
(Nenji keeps typing, then stops.)
NARRATOR: ... but find pornography.
(Pause. Nenji covers up The Bee's eyes with his hand.
CUT. The Bee and Nenji stand on the front lawn of their house, looking into the camera.)
NARRATOR: So they hire a documentary crew to deliver their message.
(CUT. Close-up of a smiling Bee.)
NARRATOR: This has been Ian Griffin-Stewart, your narrator.
(Black.)