Post by Harvey Marx on Sept 19, 2021 19:15:58 GMT -6
Emerald City Media Studios
Seattle
Harvey Marx sits in a makeup chair in a pastel blue suit. We are behind him and can see the palm tree beautifully embroidered on the back of the jacket. Leonora is not feeling the island serenity it evokes.
Leonora: You weren't in Mexico City because you were buying a car? Next time you need something, you let me make a call. That's what I do. I make things happen., instead you bailed. The next time you feel like screwing me, buy me dinner first.
Marx: Sorry, Miss Albright. I have to look the part…
Leo: That, and you were stupid enough to take your own car to Vegas…
Look, I’m serious about saving the show. You can get me anything? Anyone?
Leo: Try me.
Marx I want the dream interview. Get me Michael Bolton.
Leo: Bolton is the dream for you and everyone else. I can get him. I just won't get him for you….yet. The man is a legend. You have to up your game and your game show if you want to interview the very definition of sex appeal and superstardom. You do have one thing going for you…
Marx: Besides the best crew in the business? What’s that?
Leo grinned. It was something all at once disarming, mischievous, bright and commanding
Leo: …You've got me.
He looked at her thoughtfully
Marx: So why didn't you go on for me? You've got the look, you've got real presence, and you have a gift for public humiliation. Perfect for my show.
Leo: I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have as many knockouts to my name as you do.
Marx: But you have charisma! A taser could do the rest.
Leonora waited for The Big Ticket to start laughing. But he was serious.
Leo: You're adorable. People like me don't get in front of a camera in this world. Too many assholes and too little sense. I can't change that. There's too much in my way for me to get on the kind of stage I deserve. Backus was onto something before he got disappeared. The most I could hope for is to have a bunch of fat old men grade my looks and my art on a cripple curve, and I won't have that. It's a shame my marriage to your boss was uncredited. It was the greatest performance of my career.
I prefer to work behind the curtain. They never see me…and they never see me coming.
I'll be in the truck and be the little voice in your ear. I have big plans and big changes in mind for the show. Now, you have a commercial to shoot.
**
I'm Harvey Marx, host of Sucker Punch Live on the road with Black Pyramid Wrestling. This sexy southpaw invites you to join him this week in a place that's always hopping, a place that welcomes all sorts of shady characters, troublemakers, degenerates, and even your mom! A place where rules mean about as much as the script for this commercial!
It's Harvey's House of Hardcore!
I’ve made a career out of bringing you hundreds of dim-witted douchebags being pummeled by someone three times their size. That's why I’m proud to present a hardcore brawl between Lockhart and the Order of Chaos! What do I even need this for?!
*Marx tears up the script.*
It's an eight foot minotaur vs. Three spoiled nimrod and anything goes!
It's all part of an outstanding card supported as always by the talents of my ever-charming broadcast bro Simon Wexler!
Also starring that arrogant windbag Bruce Buffer!
Director: Cut! Take 2!
Marx: Featuring that insufferable asshat...
Director: Cut, take 3!
Marx: With that washed up idiot...
Director: No!
Marx: And that egomaniac...
The camera cuts out completely. Then Carter is in the shot, the chauffeur still dutifully holding Harvey's briefcase
Director: Take 47?
Mr. Shaw: With Bruce Buffer!
Marx: *mumbled*....traitor.
We'll see you all in San Salvador! Boris, do that thing I like!
**
We fade out to an epic mix of synth and sax that would leave even the greatest of sitcom theme composers humbled and horny
Seattle
Harvey Marx sits in a makeup chair in a pastel blue suit. We are behind him and can see the palm tree beautifully embroidered on the back of the jacket. Leonora is not feeling the island serenity it evokes.
Leonora: You weren't in Mexico City because you were buying a car? Next time you need something, you let me make a call. That's what I do. I make things happen., instead you bailed. The next time you feel like screwing me, buy me dinner first.
Marx: Sorry, Miss Albright. I have to look the part…
Leo: That, and you were stupid enough to take your own car to Vegas…
Look, I’m serious about saving the show. You can get me anything? Anyone?
Leo: Try me.
Marx I want the dream interview. Get me Michael Bolton.
Leo: Bolton is the dream for you and everyone else. I can get him. I just won't get him for you….yet. The man is a legend. You have to up your game and your game show if you want to interview the very definition of sex appeal and superstardom. You do have one thing going for you…
Marx: Besides the best crew in the business? What’s that?
Leo grinned. It was something all at once disarming, mischievous, bright and commanding
Leo: …You've got me.
He looked at her thoughtfully
Marx: So why didn't you go on for me? You've got the look, you've got real presence, and you have a gift for public humiliation. Perfect for my show.
Leo: I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have as many knockouts to my name as you do.
Marx: But you have charisma! A taser could do the rest.
Leonora waited for The Big Ticket to start laughing. But he was serious.
Leo: You're adorable. People like me don't get in front of a camera in this world. Too many assholes and too little sense. I can't change that. There's too much in my way for me to get on the kind of stage I deserve. Backus was onto something before he got disappeared. The most I could hope for is to have a bunch of fat old men grade my looks and my art on a cripple curve, and I won't have that. It's a shame my marriage to your boss was uncredited. It was the greatest performance of my career.
I prefer to work behind the curtain. They never see me…and they never see me coming.
I'll be in the truck and be the little voice in your ear. I have big plans and big changes in mind for the show. Now, you have a commercial to shoot.
**
I'm Harvey Marx, host of Sucker Punch Live on the road with Black Pyramid Wrestling. This sexy southpaw invites you to join him this week in a place that's always hopping, a place that welcomes all sorts of shady characters, troublemakers, degenerates, and even your mom! A place where rules mean about as much as the script for this commercial!
It's Harvey's House of Hardcore!
I’ve made a career out of bringing you hundreds of dim-witted douchebags being pummeled by someone three times their size. That's why I’m proud to present a hardcore brawl between Lockhart and the Order of Chaos! What do I even need this for?!
*Marx tears up the script.*
It's an eight foot minotaur vs. Three spoiled nimrod and anything goes!
It's all part of an outstanding card supported as always by the talents of my ever-charming broadcast bro Simon Wexler!
Also starring that arrogant windbag Bruce Buffer!
Director: Cut! Take 2!
Marx: Featuring that insufferable asshat...
Director: Cut, take 3!
Marx: With that washed up idiot...
Director: No!
Marx: And that egomaniac...
The camera cuts out completely. Then Carter is in the shot, the chauffeur still dutifully holding Harvey's briefcase
Director: Take 47?
Mr. Shaw: With Bruce Buffer!
Marx: *mumbled*....traitor.
We'll see you all in San Salvador! Boris, do that thing I like!
**
We fade out to an epic mix of synth and sax that would leave even the greatest of sitcom theme composers humbled and horny