SPL Production meeting / San Jose TV Spot
Oct 2, 2021 18:38:51 GMT -6
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Post by Harvey Marx on Oct 2, 2021 18:38:51 GMT -6
ECTV Studio
Seattle
Last week
Camera opens on Harvey and Leonora sitting at a table in the wing of the stage at the studio. Mr Osborne owns the network, but he is not at the table. He is pretending to be busy and avoiding his terrifying, captivating ex wife as she talks to the star of our show.
Leonora: We go live soon. Are you ready?
Harvey throws up his best showstopping smile
Marx; is Bruce Buffer an overpaid hack?
There was more to this story. Leonora thought back to her dossier. She had tried to learn more about whaf was described as "The Havana Incident. No one would talk. Not even the troll with the saxophone. Leo ignored the remark
Leo: This is a new stage for you…
Marx: Not really. This is not the first time I've been in a ring.
It will be the first time Harvey Marx has been in the ring without a fight on his hands. He thinks he is covering his disappointment well. Leonora lets him believe that (for now).
Give me bright lights in a few idiots. l know what to do. It is a different Crowd though. Audience volunteers are important here. It's easier to beat the crap out of someone if they think it was their idea. The Black Pyramids fans are a different breed than the local kids flocking to my show here.
They haven't been flocking for a while...
Leo; I've got your back. If there's one thing I know how to do it's how to spot a mark. Just ask Oz.
No one has to ask Osborne about Leo. After one drink and a good cry, he'll tell anyone.
Work the audience and handle the punching out there. I'll find a few suckers. I love the confidence but we need to talk about the economics of the show.
She gestures to a pile of notes on the table.
You gave away two cars just last month? No wonder we're in the red.. I suppose it wasn't much of a loss. Both of those things made his old taxi look like something that would give James Bond a boner.
Marx and Leo look over at Carter Shaw. He is on the floor in the center of the main stage. Harvey's driver is the picture of inner peace sitting in the Lotus position with Harvey's briefcase resting in his lap.
Marx: you can't blame me for that. Mr. Osbourne is so cheap.
Leo: The funny thing about criminals is they don't like to share whatever money they steal.
Osborne is still looking at Leo like a lost puppy. Most would find it hard to believe this man commanded considerable respect in the Underworld of the northwest.
Lucky for us, half his money is mine now! I'm having a new prize wheel built for us. One with a few extra…insurance mechanisms.
Marx: So you want to cheat?
Leo: it might be cheating on some other show. We're just taking steps to give our audience what they want. Now you're opening for a wrestling promotion. I suggest you leave the business of bringing hope and inspiration to millions to Michael Bolton. Do you think people watch racing to see a bunch of walking billboards turn left? No, it's all about the car crashes.
Mr. Shaw: AND CAN I GET AN “AMEN”?
Leonora had anticipated Harvey's objections. The show needed better prizes the contestants had no chance in hell to win. It was time to reveal her elegant solution.
Leo: OZ! LIGHTS!
As usual, Sheldon sprang to do the former Mrs. Osborne’s bidding. Lights went up on a left wing stage where something covered with a tarp was already rotating on a dais. Oz moved over to the dais and waited for Leonora to pull up next to the platform. Sheldon pulled the tarp away as Leo made a sweeping gesture with a smile. Bob Barker would be proud.
Marx was dumbfounded. He blinked away the shock that gave way to horror as the license plate on the 2022 Hummer EV spun into view
BIG TIX 2
Marx: That is literally my car.
Leonora grinned wickedly, unconsciously caressing the golden spider web charm around her neck.
Leo: Then I suggest you find a way to hang onto it when Sucker Punch goes live. There’s one more thing. Social media feedback suggests there is a man whose punchability rating is 9.7, and you haven't clocked him yet.
Every eye in the room instantly fell upon Boris. He's been tuning his horn obliviously throughout the meeting.
If numbers don't convince you, a demonstration will.
Carter Shaw calmly gets to his feet, briefcase in hand. He walks over to the daydreaming sax man and taps him on the shoulder. Boris Turns around and takes a swinging briefcase across his face. Shaw gently rescues the horn and lets Boris crumble to the ground.
Boris picked himself up off the ground, weaving a stream of Russian curses Leo found charming even though they were unintelligible. Marx frowned. That was no way to talk to a lady.
Leo was deep in thought. Privately she knew that he was not the most punchable person in BPW.
That honor went to Conrad dukes. The Son of a bitch deserved it for 3 reasons she knew (none she could prove, of course.) and countless others she could assume. But their arrangement was a good one. It would be until they were done using each other. Where she was on the little weasel's chess board didn't matter to her as long as she got what she came for. In this world, nothing was free.
Leo: That is great television people. Speaking of, it's Promo time, Big man….
**
Hello San Jose! Harvey Marx here. This week my House of Hardcore will host a tag team contest. In the blue corner, High Voltage and Lexi Sparkles
High Voltage has no idea who he is and will do anything Adelaide Ainsworth says! I could be talking about half the men planet, but the important thing is this one knows how to kick ass! And his high flying skills? Truly shocking! Do not try these puns at home, folks. I’m a professional.
His partner? She's young, she's hungry, and she's my producer's dream girl. She's said her smile is her best weapon, but she's pretty good with a golf club, too. But don't take my word for it, watch the match.
And in the Red corner, Krasnaya Sila! See what I did there? You're welcome!
You see folks, I'm bringing you a tag match this week because I feel bad about what happened in San Salvador. An unholy bullgod had to beat the snot out of three guys. This week things will fair, on the level two on two. The other 3 members of FTWO will sit on their hands and let things unfold like good boys and girls.
Harvey does his best to keep it together. He breaks and joins in when the cameraman is seized by hysterical laughter and the camera falls to the floor as Marx is on his back laughing. The camera is lifted up and steadied at a lower angle as Leo shoots from her wheelchair. Harvey composes himself.
Yeah sure….saying nobody should interfere in this one is like saying Boris won't interfere with this commercial!
You don't want fair. You don't want disqualifications. You want chaos in Harvey's House and you'll get it as always. The odds may be stacked against them…
Marx walks right up to the camera and grabs it. Boris Rockets into the shot from Below
But never underestimate a couple of pissed off Russians.
Boris winks. We fade out as he gives us a devine, dirty sax solo.
Seattle
Last week
Camera opens on Harvey and Leonora sitting at a table in the wing of the stage at the studio. Mr Osborne owns the network, but he is not at the table. He is pretending to be busy and avoiding his terrifying, captivating ex wife as she talks to the star of our show.
Leonora: We go live soon. Are you ready?
Harvey throws up his best showstopping smile
Marx; is Bruce Buffer an overpaid hack?
There was more to this story. Leonora thought back to her dossier. She had tried to learn more about whaf was described as "The Havana Incident. No one would talk. Not even the troll with the saxophone. Leo ignored the remark
Leo: This is a new stage for you…
Marx: Not really. This is not the first time I've been in a ring.
It will be the first time Harvey Marx has been in the ring without a fight on his hands. He thinks he is covering his disappointment well. Leonora lets him believe that (for now).
Give me bright lights in a few idiots. l know what to do. It is a different Crowd though. Audience volunteers are important here. It's easier to beat the crap out of someone if they think it was their idea. The Black Pyramids fans are a different breed than the local kids flocking to my show here.
They haven't been flocking for a while...
Leo; I've got your back. If there's one thing I know how to do it's how to spot a mark. Just ask Oz.
No one has to ask Osborne about Leo. After one drink and a good cry, he'll tell anyone.
Work the audience and handle the punching out there. I'll find a few suckers. I love the confidence but we need to talk about the economics of the show.
She gestures to a pile of notes on the table.
You gave away two cars just last month? No wonder we're in the red.. I suppose it wasn't much of a loss. Both of those things made his old taxi look like something that would give James Bond a boner.
Marx and Leo look over at Carter Shaw. He is on the floor in the center of the main stage. Harvey's driver is the picture of inner peace sitting in the Lotus position with Harvey's briefcase resting in his lap.
Marx: you can't blame me for that. Mr. Osbourne is so cheap.
Leo: The funny thing about criminals is they don't like to share whatever money they steal.
Osborne is still looking at Leo like a lost puppy. Most would find it hard to believe this man commanded considerable respect in the Underworld of the northwest.
Lucky for us, half his money is mine now! I'm having a new prize wheel built for us. One with a few extra…insurance mechanisms.
Marx: So you want to cheat?
Leo: it might be cheating on some other show. We're just taking steps to give our audience what they want. Now you're opening for a wrestling promotion. I suggest you leave the business of bringing hope and inspiration to millions to Michael Bolton. Do you think people watch racing to see a bunch of walking billboards turn left? No, it's all about the car crashes.
Mr. Shaw: AND CAN I GET AN “AMEN”?
Leonora had anticipated Harvey's objections. The show needed better prizes the contestants had no chance in hell to win. It was time to reveal her elegant solution.
Leo: OZ! LIGHTS!
As usual, Sheldon sprang to do the former Mrs. Osborne’s bidding. Lights went up on a left wing stage where something covered with a tarp was already rotating on a dais. Oz moved over to the dais and waited for Leonora to pull up next to the platform. Sheldon pulled the tarp away as Leo made a sweeping gesture with a smile. Bob Barker would be proud.
Marx was dumbfounded. He blinked away the shock that gave way to horror as the license plate on the 2022 Hummer EV spun into view
BIG TIX 2
Marx: That is literally my car.
Leonora grinned wickedly, unconsciously caressing the golden spider web charm around her neck.
Leo: Then I suggest you find a way to hang onto it when Sucker Punch goes live. There’s one more thing. Social media feedback suggests there is a man whose punchability rating is 9.7, and you haven't clocked him yet.
Every eye in the room instantly fell upon Boris. He's been tuning his horn obliviously throughout the meeting.
If numbers don't convince you, a demonstration will.
Carter Shaw calmly gets to his feet, briefcase in hand. He walks over to the daydreaming sax man and taps him on the shoulder. Boris Turns around and takes a swinging briefcase across his face. Shaw gently rescues the horn and lets Boris crumble to the ground.
Boris picked himself up off the ground, weaving a stream of Russian curses Leo found charming even though they were unintelligible. Marx frowned. That was no way to talk to a lady.
Leo was deep in thought. Privately she knew that he was not the most punchable person in BPW.
That honor went to Conrad dukes. The Son of a bitch deserved it for 3 reasons she knew (none she could prove, of course.) and countless others she could assume. But their arrangement was a good one. It would be until they were done using each other. Where she was on the little weasel's chess board didn't matter to her as long as she got what she came for. In this world, nothing was free.
Leo: That is great television people. Speaking of, it's Promo time, Big man….
**
Hello San Jose! Harvey Marx here. This week my House of Hardcore will host a tag team contest. In the blue corner, High Voltage and Lexi Sparkles
High Voltage has no idea who he is and will do anything Adelaide Ainsworth says! I could be talking about half the men planet, but the important thing is this one knows how to kick ass! And his high flying skills? Truly shocking! Do not try these puns at home, folks. I’m a professional.
His partner? She's young, she's hungry, and she's my producer's dream girl. She's said her smile is her best weapon, but she's pretty good with a golf club, too. But don't take my word for it, watch the match.
And in the Red corner, Krasnaya Sila! See what I did there? You're welcome!
You see folks, I'm bringing you a tag match this week because I feel bad about what happened in San Salvador. An unholy bullgod had to beat the snot out of three guys. This week things will fair, on the level two on two. The other 3 members of FTWO will sit on their hands and let things unfold like good boys and girls.
Harvey does his best to keep it together. He breaks and joins in when the cameraman is seized by hysterical laughter and the camera falls to the floor as Marx is on his back laughing. The camera is lifted up and steadied at a lower angle as Leo shoots from her wheelchair. Harvey composes himself.
Yeah sure….saying nobody should interfere in this one is like saying Boris won't interfere with this commercial!
You don't want fair. You don't want disqualifications. You want chaos in Harvey's House and you'll get it as always. The odds may be stacked against them…
Marx walks right up to the camera and grabs it. Boris Rockets into the shot from Below
But never underestimate a couple of pissed off Russians.
Boris winks. We fade out as he gives us a devine, dirty sax solo.