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Post by Mike 'Money' O'Malley on Jun 19, 2014 10:10:44 GMT -5
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Post by ianwright on Jun 21, 2014 16:56:04 GMT -5
INT. SUMMERLIN, NEVADA MEDICAL CLINIC - AFTERNOON
"RIGHTEOUS"IAN WRIGHT stands on a doctor scale in one of the patient rooms,waiting for the arrival of his primary care physician. He's frustrated-- frustrated with the scale. It's wrong. It's always wrong.
Entering the room is DR. PRAKASH KURRA-- and like every other single person on the planet-- he is not happy to see this particular local patient.
IAN WRIGHT: Doc, your scale's off again.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: Ian, we're not going through this again, there is nothing wrong with the scale.
IAN WRIGHT: But I'm a 203.8 pounds and this scale says I'm 204 pou--
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: Ian, I'm quite busy today, and I agreed to fit you inbecause you said it was an emergency, so what can I do for you?
IAN WRIGHT: I need a penicillin shot, doc-- or maybe it's a vaccine shot, I don't know, you're the doctor.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA:Why on earth do you think you need penicillin? You're perfectlyhealthy.
Ian steps off the scale, hops up on the checkup table. The doctor checks his heartbeat.
IAN WRIGHT: I understand, doc, but I've got a scrap coming up in a week and I need something that will protect me from mist?
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: Mist?
IAN WRIGHT: That's right mist-- and mucus.
DR. PRAKASHKURRA: Mist and mucus? Open your mouth.
IAN WRIGHT: Doc, you live around here, don't you?
Dr. Kurra uses a flashlight to examine the insude of Ian's mouth.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: Ian, you know I can't disclose where I live-- that's confidential.
IAN WRIGHT: Well I'll tell you something that isn't confidential. The great City of Summerlin, Nevada is at risk of being a casualtyin the war that is taking place in Nevada. And I have been drafted to eradicate the undesirables from our great state. So I need to arm myself with some penecillin because the enemy is not fighting a fair fight.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: Ian, like prettly much every time you come in here, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Dr. Kurra taps Ian's knee to check his reflexes.
IAN WRIGHT: What I'm talking about is Mr. Mike O'Malley, the president of No Limit Wrestling, is bringing me in to get rid of the scum in his organization so that he has some wholesome programming for our community. He's heard my anthem loud and clear. So this week, I get to step in the ring against three undesirables,after which I will step in the ring the second time to take theNevada State Championship.
Dr. Kurra's eyes light up.
DR PRAKASH KURRA: You're wrestling for No Limit Wrestling now? My kids love it! They love it, man!
IAN WRIGHT: Love it? Please tell meyou are joking, doc. Please tell me you do not expose your children to that filth? You should be ashamed of yourself. I think hearing that has made me lose a little bit of confidence in you--in your judgment. I may have to find myself a new primary care physician.
Dr. Kurra thinks about his threat for a split moment-- a moment he's been waiting for a long time.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: My whole family LOVES No Limit Wrestling. Absolutely love it! They love Charles Oswald, say he reminds them of me-- he's a doctor, you know?
IAN WRIGHT: Doc, I am quite disturbed right now by this revelation that you watch that garbage. Don't you know it'll rot your brain? You're a doctor-- you should know better. As for Dr. Oswald, he's one of the men I am facing in my opening match, and like all doctors-- no offense intended-- the man's head and heart is simply not in his profession anymore. You never hear from him. I don't know if he is spending all of histimeon a golf course or something, but the man is missing in actionmore than a Chuck Norris movie. I'm not concerned about him-- what concerns me is mucus.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: Again withthe mucus?.
IAN WRIGHT: Doc, in addition to going against theabsentee doctor, I have to face of with...
Ian takes a breath. He can barely bring himself to utter his name.
IAN WRIGHT: SnotBooger McGee. He's gonna sweat on me and breath on me, and unload who knows what other kinds of fluid on me. Now I understand, that is the price one has to pay to secure liberty for this great state, and need to send a clear message to our childrenthat fat and stupid is no way to go through life.
The doctor checks his watch. He's growing impatient.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: Alright Ian, I have other patients waiting, so let me walk you out.
Dr. Kurra leads Ian out of the checkup room and into the hallway.
IAN WRIGHT: But wait, there's more. I have a third competitorin the match, Darius Green, but I'm not too concerned about him. No work ethic whatsoever. I watched him last week on the eliptical as the guy interviewing him kept pace on the machine next to him during the interview. Where's the intensity? Where's the heart of a champ? No, he's not why I'm here. I'm here because of the mist.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: The mist, that's right.What is it about the mist again?
IAN WRIGHT: Doc, have you not been listening to a word I've been saying?
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: So let me see if I get t his straight? Mr. Fisher has put you in the Extremist Division-- the most brutal, deadly, dangerousdivision in Force One Wrestling?
IAN WRIGHT: That's right.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: Not really.
IAN WRIGHT: Once I finish off the three stooges, I will be facing Defecto for the Nevada State title. This man really grinds my gears. He wears a mask. You know who wears masks?
Dr. Kurra is drawing a blank. The two arrive at thereception desk, where Ian stands in line behind a woman holdinga young child: the child has a sippy cup in his hands.
IANWRIGHT: Superheroes! Superheroes wear masks. Batman. Spiderman.And, of course, the greatest of them all, Captain America. You know who loves superheroes?
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: No,but I'm pretty sure you're gonna tell me.
IAN WRIGHT: H-E-Double Hockey Sticks I'm gonna tell you. Children love superheroes.Children emulate superheroes. Children look up to superheroes. When this man elected to wear a mask, he took an unspoken oath to be a role model for the children, and yet look at him: sinister, vile, andhe spits mist.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: That's it. That's what you've been talking about! Of course.
Dr. Kurra appears self-satisfied that he has finally been able to get to the bottom of Ian's rhetoric, only his self-satisfaction is quickly replaced by an ominous cringe.
IAN WRIGHT: What was that look for?
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: What look. I didn't make a look.
IAN WRIGHT: Well tell me, what can I do to counter the effects of the mist.
Dr. Kurra chuckles.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: There's nothing you can do to counter the effects of the mist.
IAN WRIGHT: What!? Of course there is. Doc, are you sure you paid attention in medical school? There must be something you can give me, or some advice you can give about the mist.
DR. PRAKASH KURRA: There is-- don't inhale it--and don't get it in your eyes.
IAN WRIGHT: That's it? That's your medical advice? Doc, I'm not sure I should pay this bill. Here I am, trying to ridthis organization of a spitter. Do you know what a nasty habit spitting is? The longer he remains in possession o our State's title, the longer children are going to look to him for guidance.Pretty soon, we are going to have a nation of young spitters.
DR. PRAKASHKURRA: I have to go Ian. Good luck next week.
Dr. Kurra walks off, leaving Ian alone, behind the woman in line at the reception.
Ian looks at the young child she is holding. So cute.Ian smiles.
IAN WRIGHT: What's your name, little guy?
The little child takes a sip from his sippy cup, and spits it directly into Ian's face. Ian immediately brings his fists to his eyes, rubbing profusely.
IAN WRIGHT: I'm blind!
FADE TO BLACK
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