Post by Lora Shaw on Nov 19, 2014 1:21:18 GMT
“Get in the hole, you little bitch!”
The scene opens with the aggressive command, being barked at by a tall, slim gentlemen in his late 30's. He's shouting at his golf ball, having just made an unsuccessful putting attempt on his indoor green. There's a blue-tooth ear-piece hanging from his head.
“No, not you, Doug. I'm talking to my balls. Yes, I know – that's what he said. Very good.”
The man on screen is Jeff Kettle; founder of Kettle Productions and established business friend of Marty Sunshine. Jeff adorns a figure-hugging tailored suit, complete with pinstripe waistcoat to match the jacket and pants. This is a man who takes good care of his appearance.
Jeff: “Again, Doug – I'm flattered, but I'm not gay... No... No, you won't get me... Okay, okay, we'll see.”
At that moment, Lora and Warren Shaw appear in the background – visible through the glass panelling of Jeff's office – sauntering down the corridor. Kettle spots them and adjusts his tie.
Jeff: “Hey, Doug. I'm going to have to wrap this up; my three o'clo... Yes, that's what he said. We'll talk soon, sister. Toodles.”
Mr & Mrs Shaw give a courteous knock on the door but don't wait for a response before entering. Jeff greets them both with a warm smile and open arms.
Jeff: “Well, well! If it isn't the best looking couple in New York City! Come, come. Take a seat.”
Kettle hugs Lora and indulges in the nauseating continental double air kiss; before shaking Warren's hand as firmly as good business form dictates. The couple take a seat in front of Kettle's desk, with Jeff across from them, also seated.
Lora: “Thank you so much for inviting us down here, Mr Kettle. We appreciate the opportunity.”
Jeff: “Don't mention it, sweetheart. Can I get either of you a drink? Water? Coffee? Something stiff? Oh! Now there's an offer.”
Lora shakes her head and refrains, while Warren raises his sports drink up and reveals that he's covered.
Warren: “I'm good with this. Gotta keep topping up those electrolytes, right?”
Cue the fake laughter. Jeff nods and carries the joke forward.
Jeff: “I hear that. Looking at that big smile on her face, I know where you're spending all of yours!”
From fake laughter to an awkward silence and a clearing of the throat from Warren. The pretty blonde fires her husband a lingering glare.
Lora: “He means sexual intercourse, dear. Married couples still have that, you know.”
Warren shifts uncomfortably in his seat, prompting Kettle to move things along swiftly.
Jeff: “Right. So, yeah! Thanks for coming down here today. Marty told me all about you both and I just had to meet you. I've been approached by a friend of mine who's in the reality television business about a project he's keen on kick starting. Quite honestly, I think you two could be perfect for it.”
The excitement and enthusiasm that builds from within both Shaws is palpable, as they nod along with every word. Lora suddenly finds herself back in the room and reels it in somewhat.
Lora: “... Interesting. Tell us more.”
Jeff: “Well, I mean before I get in to it, is this the kind of thing that would interest you both?”
The body language – no matter how hard they try and hide it – screams yes, although she tries her best to play it cool.
Lora: “... Possibly.”
Kettle grins, having read them both like open books.
Jeff: “Okay, great. So basically the show is called “Wrestling with Fame”. It follows a series of wrestlers from different places across America and films their lives as they aim to make it big. Some of them are at different stages of their career than others, so there'd be a ton of variety for the viewers. You two would be great subjects to include on the show – giving the audience unrestricted access into your personal and professional lives as you both try and make a name for yourselves.”
Following a momentary pause, Lora and Warren turn towards each other and flash toothy grins. They nod together, signalling their approval.
Lora: “So, we'd let film crews into our home, into our locker room and into our lives? They'd just follow us around and record everything we do? His dancing? My singing?”
Kettle nods.
Jeff: “Every second, baby. You'd both be an instant hit with America – I know it. This could be the beginning of something huge.”
Lora can't contain her excitement anymore and throws her arms out, tilting her head back. The men can only watch as she bursts into song.
Lora: “What a feeling! Being's believing! I can have it all, now I'm singing for my liiiiife!”
Jeff winces but quickly masks his disdain with a coy smile.
Jeff: “Wow! Irene Cara, eat your heart out. You're going places, Lora. Believe me.”
Something is clearly not right about this entire set up but neither Shaw has picked up on it. Warren, however, does have a question.
Warren: “So wait. What network is this airing on?”
Kettle reclines in his leather office chair and presses his index fingers together.
Jeff: “See, that's the beautiful thing, Warren. There's a few networks who are interested in taking this show on, so we're currently negotiating the best price. What that means is more money for you and a bigger audience. E Entertainment have expressed an interest, as have TLC.”
Lora claps her hands together with excitement, having heard all she needs to hear.
Lora: “This is amazing! We're going to be stars!”
Jeff: “That's right, you are. Now, the director would want to meet you and he'll want to do it soon because filming starts next week.”
Warren: “Next week?!”
Jeff: “I know. I know it's sudden but we've been sitting on this for awhile now, just waiting for the right people to come along. Call it fate, baby. If you want to push forward with this, I'll make some calls, set up a meeting between you guys and the director, then we can take care of the contracts and everything else. What do you say?”
The enthusiastic singer leaps up from her seat.
Lora: “What do we say?! Deal! Deal, deal, deal!”
Warren looks a little flustered by it all but he's not afforded an opportunity to interject with his own opinion. Lora extends her hand and shakes with Jeff, agreeing to proceed.
Warren: “Lora, hold on. Next week is rea-”
She interrupts him with more singing.
Lora: “- Take your passion! Make it happen! Pictures come alive, you can sing right through your liiiife!”
Kettle rubs his hands together and grins from ear to ear, having just got them on board.
Jeff: “Guys, you're going to be stars. Let me get Marty on the phone and break the good news.”
He tinkers around with his blue-tooth ear piece, as Lora continues to sing her heart out. Warren smiles, although there are definitely some underlying reservations.
End scene.
The scene opens with the aggressive command, being barked at by a tall, slim gentlemen in his late 30's. He's shouting at his golf ball, having just made an unsuccessful putting attempt on his indoor green. There's a blue-tooth ear-piece hanging from his head.
“No, not you, Doug. I'm talking to my balls. Yes, I know – that's what he said. Very good.”
The man on screen is Jeff Kettle; founder of Kettle Productions and established business friend of Marty Sunshine. Jeff adorns a figure-hugging tailored suit, complete with pinstripe waistcoat to match the jacket and pants. This is a man who takes good care of his appearance.
Jeff: “Again, Doug – I'm flattered, but I'm not gay... No... No, you won't get me... Okay, okay, we'll see.”
At that moment, Lora and Warren Shaw appear in the background – visible through the glass panelling of Jeff's office – sauntering down the corridor. Kettle spots them and adjusts his tie.
Jeff: “Hey, Doug. I'm going to have to wrap this up; my three o'clo... Yes, that's what he said. We'll talk soon, sister. Toodles.”
Mr & Mrs Shaw give a courteous knock on the door but don't wait for a response before entering. Jeff greets them both with a warm smile and open arms.
Jeff: “Well, well! If it isn't the best looking couple in New York City! Come, come. Take a seat.”
Kettle hugs Lora and indulges in the nauseating continental double air kiss; before shaking Warren's hand as firmly as good business form dictates. The couple take a seat in front of Kettle's desk, with Jeff across from them, also seated.
Lora: “Thank you so much for inviting us down here, Mr Kettle. We appreciate the opportunity.”
Jeff: “Don't mention it, sweetheart. Can I get either of you a drink? Water? Coffee? Something stiff? Oh! Now there's an offer.”
Lora shakes her head and refrains, while Warren raises his sports drink up and reveals that he's covered.
Warren: “I'm good with this. Gotta keep topping up those electrolytes, right?”
Cue the fake laughter. Jeff nods and carries the joke forward.
Jeff: “I hear that. Looking at that big smile on her face, I know where you're spending all of yours!”
From fake laughter to an awkward silence and a clearing of the throat from Warren. The pretty blonde fires her husband a lingering glare.
Lora: “He means sexual intercourse, dear. Married couples still have that, you know.”
Warren shifts uncomfortably in his seat, prompting Kettle to move things along swiftly.
Jeff: “Right. So, yeah! Thanks for coming down here today. Marty told me all about you both and I just had to meet you. I've been approached by a friend of mine who's in the reality television business about a project he's keen on kick starting. Quite honestly, I think you two could be perfect for it.”
The excitement and enthusiasm that builds from within both Shaws is palpable, as they nod along with every word. Lora suddenly finds herself back in the room and reels it in somewhat.
Lora: “... Interesting. Tell us more.”
Jeff: “Well, I mean before I get in to it, is this the kind of thing that would interest you both?”
The body language – no matter how hard they try and hide it – screams yes, although she tries her best to play it cool.
Lora: “... Possibly.”
Kettle grins, having read them both like open books.
Jeff: “Okay, great. So basically the show is called “Wrestling with Fame”. It follows a series of wrestlers from different places across America and films their lives as they aim to make it big. Some of them are at different stages of their career than others, so there'd be a ton of variety for the viewers. You two would be great subjects to include on the show – giving the audience unrestricted access into your personal and professional lives as you both try and make a name for yourselves.”
Following a momentary pause, Lora and Warren turn towards each other and flash toothy grins. They nod together, signalling their approval.
Lora: “So, we'd let film crews into our home, into our locker room and into our lives? They'd just follow us around and record everything we do? His dancing? My singing?”
Kettle nods.
Jeff: “Every second, baby. You'd both be an instant hit with America – I know it. This could be the beginning of something huge.”
Lora can't contain her excitement anymore and throws her arms out, tilting her head back. The men can only watch as she bursts into song.
Lora: “What a feeling! Being's believing! I can have it all, now I'm singing for my liiiiife!”
Jeff winces but quickly masks his disdain with a coy smile.
Jeff: “Wow! Irene Cara, eat your heart out. You're going places, Lora. Believe me.”
Something is clearly not right about this entire set up but neither Shaw has picked up on it. Warren, however, does have a question.
Warren: “So wait. What network is this airing on?”
Kettle reclines in his leather office chair and presses his index fingers together.
Jeff: “See, that's the beautiful thing, Warren. There's a few networks who are interested in taking this show on, so we're currently negotiating the best price. What that means is more money for you and a bigger audience. E Entertainment have expressed an interest, as have TLC.”
Lora claps her hands together with excitement, having heard all she needs to hear.
Lora: “This is amazing! We're going to be stars!”
Jeff: “That's right, you are. Now, the director would want to meet you and he'll want to do it soon because filming starts next week.”
Warren: “Next week?!”
Jeff: “I know. I know it's sudden but we've been sitting on this for awhile now, just waiting for the right people to come along. Call it fate, baby. If you want to push forward with this, I'll make some calls, set up a meeting between you guys and the director, then we can take care of the contracts and everything else. What do you say?”
The enthusiastic singer leaps up from her seat.
Lora: “What do we say?! Deal! Deal, deal, deal!”
Warren looks a little flustered by it all but he's not afforded an opportunity to interject with his own opinion. Lora extends her hand and shakes with Jeff, agreeing to proceed.
Warren: “Lora, hold on. Next week is rea-”
She interrupts him with more singing.
Lora: “- Take your passion! Make it happen! Pictures come alive, you can sing right through your liiiife!”
Kettle rubs his hands together and grins from ear to ear, having just got them on board.
Jeff: “Guys, you're going to be stars. Let me get Marty on the phone and break the good news.”
He tinkers around with his blue-tooth ear piece, as Lora continues to sing her heart out. Warren smiles, although there are definitely some underlying reservations.
End scene.
