Post by Kendra Watterson on Feb 20, 2018 21:23:29 GMT -5
-Mission .01-
We see police chief Donald Jackson sitting in his beat up Ford Escort eating a meatball sub sandwich. By the wrappers sitting in the passenger seat he's had about 12 sandwiches. Jessica taps on his side window which frightens the chief. Donald points to her to come around to the passenger seat. Opening the passenger door she sighs with disgust at the mess it's in. She wipes the wrappers off the seat on to the outside pavement and gets in.
Donald- You could be arrested for littering. Do you know that?
Jessica- You SHOULD be arrested for being a pig, sir.
Donald(nodding)- Touche.
Jessica- Mr. Jackson, we need to talk about the mission. I got my first match for next week in AW.
Donald- I am aware, Cannon. Which is why we are staying overnight in this Las Vegas Bed and Breakfast undercover as a Newlywed Couple.
Jessica- Really? Why?
Donald- Because your opponent, MosCow is known to stay her when he comes to Vegas. And under that costume could be our connection to the Pablo Gang and the drugs being sold within Action Wrestling. Plus... I hear this place has a scrambled egg to die for... I said a scrambled egg to die for, Jess.
Jessica- Yes... I heard you. I'm sitting right next to you. But someone in like a stuffed Barney costume? It's a joke. I think someone got hint of our job here in AW and is booking us deep in the lower card. It's embarrassing. I have been working my butt off to become a pro-wrestler. To be given a fair opportunity here in AW. And being treated like a joke is kind of an insult to me, you and our department. They don't want us to discover the truth. Gravedigger's connection to the Drug Cartels. The money being used for AW. Me wrestling MosCow does not further the mission...
Donald(zoning out)- Um. I says a scrambled egg to die for, Jessica!
Jessica rolls her eyes.
- ENTERING -
We see the exterior of the Vegas All In Motel/Bed and Breakfast entrance. We see Donald walking in wearing a white cowboy suit and hat. Behind him is Cannon wearing a floral mini dress and carrying all of the luggage. The elder man at the counter greets them.
Elder Man- How can I help you two?
Donald- Hi, my name is Bruce Jenner and this is my wife Kim Kar-dash-onion. We would like one room for the night, and pah-lenty of breakfast tomorrow... please and thank you.
Elder Man- Of course. That will be 80 for the night. Thanks. That makes you our second guest for the night... Also would you like a cold glass of milk. There's no shortage of milk here...
Donald- If you have some chocolate covered butter i'd love that.
Jessica- No shortage of milk? Like from a cow... a MosCow in so many words?
Elder Man- No my wife and i are not from Germany...
Jessica(looking suspicious at him) - Right. Of course not. Who is the other guest if you don't mind me asking?
Elder Man- Well I not suppose to say. I not suppose to say. (laughs) I not suppose to say.
Donald(joins in the laughing)- Haha. He not suppose to say, get it Jess? -Um- Er, Kimmy Kar-Onion... Um... whatever your name is. Sweetie why don't you go see the room and get the bed ready while I discuss more with Mr... didn't get your name, sorry.
Elder Man- Mr. Nimrod.
Donald begins cracking up as he pulls some beef jerky from his pocket and munches on it as Jessica sneaks out the back door.
-Surveillance -
We a close up on a Glock 9mm as it zooms out to see it being held by Jessica Cannon. As she puts on a police jacket over her dress, she is seen checking out the back of the motel/bed and breakfast rooms. Behind the building is a shit ton of car frames and cardboard boxes. She quietly and cautiously puts her back to the building and slowly approaches the window where it is believed her opponent for AW CLASH and possible drug trafficker 'MosCow' is staying for the night.
Jessica(into her radio)- Okay, I believe I have spotted MosCow's location. Even though he is not even worthy of stepping into the ring with me on a major stage like CLASH. I mean, if given the opportunity i could be the biggest star there. I mean... yes... I get it... I am new. I am green. I am also working on a job and not trying to be the best pro wrestler i know i can be. But... I do deserve better than a stuffy creature. Ugh... I mean...
-CUTS TO-
Donald Jackson listening to the radio in bed wearing a bed coat robe and eating what appears to be a brick size of chocolate butter. He turns off the radio.
Jessica(to her radio)- Sir? Sir? Sir??
She angrily turns off her radio and looks into what she thought was MosCows motel room. As she looks her reaction is appalled. She sees a overweight naked man wearing a HORSE mask blasting TWO OF HEARTS by Stacy Q. He is pounding back Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and in constant dry heaves.
Jessica (to her radio)- Sir. We got the wrong guy. I guess Plan B will have to do. Where I get the information from MosCow during the match. Beat him. And make a deal with him or throw him in the slammer for good. And continue embarking on this wrestling mission of ours. Sir? Sir???
It cuts to Jackson now with just a empty chocolate butter wrapper laying on his unconscious body. The scene fades to 'Two Of Hearts' playing.
We see police chief Donald Jackson sitting in his beat up Ford Escort eating a meatball sub sandwich. By the wrappers sitting in the passenger seat he's had about 12 sandwiches. Jessica taps on his side window which frightens the chief. Donald points to her to come around to the passenger seat. Opening the passenger door she sighs with disgust at the mess it's in. She wipes the wrappers off the seat on to the outside pavement and gets in.
Donald- You could be arrested for littering. Do you know that?
Jessica- You SHOULD be arrested for being a pig, sir.
Donald(nodding)- Touche.
Jessica- Mr. Jackson, we need to talk about the mission. I got my first match for next week in AW.
Donald- I am aware, Cannon. Which is why we are staying overnight in this Las Vegas Bed and Breakfast undercover as a Newlywed Couple.
Jessica- Really? Why?
Donald- Because your opponent, MosCow is known to stay her when he comes to Vegas. And under that costume could be our connection to the Pablo Gang and the drugs being sold within Action Wrestling. Plus... I hear this place has a scrambled egg to die for... I said a scrambled egg to die for, Jess.
Jessica- Yes... I heard you. I'm sitting right next to you. But someone in like a stuffed Barney costume? It's a joke. I think someone got hint of our job here in AW and is booking us deep in the lower card. It's embarrassing. I have been working my butt off to become a pro-wrestler. To be given a fair opportunity here in AW. And being treated like a joke is kind of an insult to me, you and our department. They don't want us to discover the truth. Gravedigger's connection to the Drug Cartels. The money being used for AW. Me wrestling MosCow does not further the mission...
Donald(zoning out)- Um. I says a scrambled egg to die for, Jessica!
Jessica rolls her eyes.
- ENTERING -
We see the exterior of the Vegas All In Motel/Bed and Breakfast entrance. We see Donald walking in wearing a white cowboy suit and hat. Behind him is Cannon wearing a floral mini dress and carrying all of the luggage. The elder man at the counter greets them.
Elder Man- How can I help you two?
Donald- Hi, my name is Bruce Jenner and this is my wife Kim Kar-dash-onion. We would like one room for the night, and pah-lenty of breakfast tomorrow... please and thank you.
Elder Man- Of course. That will be 80 for the night. Thanks. That makes you our second guest for the night... Also would you like a cold glass of milk. There's no shortage of milk here...
Donald- If you have some chocolate covered butter i'd love that.
Jessica- No shortage of milk? Like from a cow... a MosCow in so many words?
Elder Man- No my wife and i are not from Germany...
Jessica(looking suspicious at him) - Right. Of course not. Who is the other guest if you don't mind me asking?
Elder Man- Well I not suppose to say. I not suppose to say. (laughs) I not suppose to say.
Donald(joins in the laughing)- Haha. He not suppose to say, get it Jess? -Um- Er, Kimmy Kar-Onion... Um... whatever your name is. Sweetie why don't you go see the room and get the bed ready while I discuss more with Mr... didn't get your name, sorry.
Elder Man- Mr. Nimrod.
Donald begins cracking up as he pulls some beef jerky from his pocket and munches on it as Jessica sneaks out the back door.
-Surveillance -
We a close up on a Glock 9mm as it zooms out to see it being held by Jessica Cannon. As she puts on a police jacket over her dress, she is seen checking out the back of the motel/bed and breakfast rooms. Behind the building is a shit ton of car frames and cardboard boxes. She quietly and cautiously puts her back to the building and slowly approaches the window where it is believed her opponent for AW CLASH and possible drug trafficker 'MosCow' is staying for the night.
Jessica(into her radio)- Okay, I believe I have spotted MosCow's location. Even though he is not even worthy of stepping into the ring with me on a major stage like CLASH. I mean, if given the opportunity i could be the biggest star there. I mean... yes... I get it... I am new. I am green. I am also working on a job and not trying to be the best pro wrestler i know i can be. But... I do deserve better than a stuffy creature. Ugh... I mean...
-CUTS TO-
Donald Jackson listening to the radio in bed wearing a bed coat robe and eating what appears to be a brick size of chocolate butter. He turns off the radio.
Jessica(to her radio)- Sir? Sir? Sir??
She angrily turns off her radio and looks into what she thought was MosCows motel room. As she looks her reaction is appalled. She sees a overweight naked man wearing a HORSE mask blasting TWO OF HEARTS by Stacy Q. He is pounding back Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and in constant dry heaves.
Jessica (to her radio)- Sir. We got the wrong guy. I guess Plan B will have to do. Where I get the information from MosCow during the match. Beat him. And make a deal with him or throw him in the slammer for good. And continue embarking on this wrestling mission of ours. Sir? Sir???
It cuts to Jackson now with just a empty chocolate butter wrapper laying on his unconscious body. The scene fades to 'Two Of Hearts' playing.