Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on May 12, 2011 0:25:49 GMT -6
*We open on an establishing shot of a mansion in a quaint Los Angeles suburb. The scene cuts to inside where we see Curtis Kanyon sitting at a table. He tucks a towel into his shirt collar to act as a bib. He grabs a knife and fork.*
Curtis: Hot damn woman! I'm ready for some eats!
Esmerelda: Hold on my sexy hunk, your steak is on it's way!
Curtis: It was nice of your sister to take the kids, let us have some us time.
*Esmerelda drops the plate of one delicious looking meal in front of Curtis and then sits in her place with the same meal.*
Esmerelda: We never have any us time anymore my oso grande. Always so busy.
Curtis: Where does the time go? It feels like one day I go to sleep on a Thursday, then I wake up on a Monday.
*Esmerelda looks down and around.*
Esmerelda: ...yeah...crazy isn't it? Let's just...enjoy or time.
*Curtis is shoveling food in his mouth.*
Curtis: Voo foo ii lavvy!
*They eat there meals for a few seconds, when suddenly, the doorbell rings! Curtis looks at the door like a dog trying to keep his food from being taken away.*
Esmerelda: I'll handle it.
Curtis: NO! No one interrupts my dinner and gets away with it!
*Curtis stands and throws his chair, then stomps toward the door. He swings it wide open, ready to strike, when no one is there!*
Curtis: It was a damn ding-dong ditch!
*As he starts to close the door, he notices a note taped to the front. He rips it off and looks it over. He then walks back to the table.*
Curtis: Huh?
Esmerelda: What is it baby?
Curtis: It says, "Curtis, this isn't right. It needs to stop. No one around you will tell you the truth, because they think it will destroy you mentally, like waking a sleep-walker. Well I can't stand it anymore. You need to know the truth. I will be your alarm. I will set you free. When I can. Signed, D.S." What does this mean babe?
Esmerelda: It...uh...it must be some crazy fan trying to get you back into the ring or sumthin'. Probably a crazy stalker, no need to look into it, we'll beef up security.
Curtis: You know, I do feel like I'm still wrestling. Like phantom pain or something. I even get bruises I don't remember getting. Maybe it's a sign it is time to go back.
Esmerelda: No baby, not yet. Stay for me, and the kids. We still need you.
Curtis: Right. Have to be the man of the house. I'm telling you, being NCW CEO and giving myself a guaranteed salary for the next fifty years, smartest move I ever made! I'll go back soon though.
Emserelda: Of course sweety, I know it's your career. You'll go back. If you'll excuse me, I have to use the restroom.
*Esmerelda walks off as Curtis looks over the note. We cut to her in the bathroom with her cellphone to her ear.*
Esmerelda: What do you mean he's still in his coma! Someone is trying to tell Curtis what is wrong with him! The psychologist said that would be a very bad thing! We can't let this happen! Who is D.S.? ... No, not the toy! I know what that is! My son has that! ... Stop eating nachos and think! Aideos miho! Nevermind, just keep an eye on him when he comes to the arena!
*Esmerelda hangs up the phone in anger. She holds her hand to her forehead and shakes her head. The scene fades.*
Curtis: Hot damn woman! I'm ready for some eats!
Esmerelda: Hold on my sexy hunk, your steak is on it's way!
Curtis: It was nice of your sister to take the kids, let us have some us time.
*Esmerelda drops the plate of one delicious looking meal in front of Curtis and then sits in her place with the same meal.*
Esmerelda: We never have any us time anymore my oso grande. Always so busy.
Curtis: Where does the time go? It feels like one day I go to sleep on a Thursday, then I wake up on a Monday.
*Esmerelda looks down and around.*
Esmerelda: ...yeah...crazy isn't it? Let's just...enjoy or time.
*Curtis is shoveling food in his mouth.*
Curtis: Voo foo ii lavvy!
*They eat there meals for a few seconds, when suddenly, the doorbell rings! Curtis looks at the door like a dog trying to keep his food from being taken away.*
Esmerelda: I'll handle it.
Curtis: NO! No one interrupts my dinner and gets away with it!
*Curtis stands and throws his chair, then stomps toward the door. He swings it wide open, ready to strike, when no one is there!*
Curtis: It was a damn ding-dong ditch!
*As he starts to close the door, he notices a note taped to the front. He rips it off and looks it over. He then walks back to the table.*
Curtis: Huh?
Esmerelda: What is it baby?
Curtis: It says, "Curtis, this isn't right. It needs to stop. No one around you will tell you the truth, because they think it will destroy you mentally, like waking a sleep-walker. Well I can't stand it anymore. You need to know the truth. I will be your alarm. I will set you free. When I can. Signed, D.S." What does this mean babe?
Esmerelda: It...uh...it must be some crazy fan trying to get you back into the ring or sumthin'. Probably a crazy stalker, no need to look into it, we'll beef up security.
Curtis: You know, I do feel like I'm still wrestling. Like phantom pain or something. I even get bruises I don't remember getting. Maybe it's a sign it is time to go back.
Esmerelda: No baby, not yet. Stay for me, and the kids. We still need you.
Curtis: Right. Have to be the man of the house. I'm telling you, being NCW CEO and giving myself a guaranteed salary for the next fifty years, smartest move I ever made! I'll go back soon though.
Emserelda: Of course sweety, I know it's your career. You'll go back. If you'll excuse me, I have to use the restroom.
*Esmerelda walks off as Curtis looks over the note. We cut to her in the bathroom with her cellphone to her ear.*
Esmerelda: What do you mean he's still in his coma! Someone is trying to tell Curtis what is wrong with him! The psychologist said that would be a very bad thing! We can't let this happen! Who is D.S.? ... No, not the toy! I know what that is! My son has that! ... Stop eating nachos and think! Aideos miho! Nevermind, just keep an eye on him when he comes to the arena!
*Esmerelda hangs up the phone in anger. She holds her hand to her forehead and shakes her head. The scene fades.*