Post by V.I.P Eddie Zam on Apr 2, 2021 9:30:00 GMT
::: A car screeches to a halt as Larry Fishburg with cameraman in tow hurriedly exit a black SUV, and head pass a couple of window shoppers on the footpath, avoiding the old ladies gathered by the bakery to enter a local Gym. A small place, only 4 or so metres wide yet fairly long- resembling an old barber shop. Larry signals the cameraman to begin rolling and reaches out to open the door - nervous as always- he accidentally bumps into one of the ladies and blushes - with joy. The camera pans on the Front Window of the Gym which reads- Evasion, Escalation & Eradication - beneath in smaller font it reads - Become your true self- Larry eventually enters and ushers the cameraman forwards; the gym has a dusty, seedy vibe and smell, unwelcoming and barely fit for clientele - or TV. :::
Random Voice: Welcum frend! jou a hear to do it conmercial? (a man mumbles in broken English)
:::Larry Fishburg hesitates, blushes and directs the cameraman to focus. The random voice/man is perhaps 5'5" or 165 cm or there about, a small unruly hispanic man wearing a white singlet - the type wife beaters wear- and red boxing shorts. He is sweating and looking nervous , just like Larry:::
Larry: I'm here to speak with (hesitating) Mister Edwardo Zam.
Little Hispanic Man: Aaaa Señor Muy Importante!! Bee I Peee!!! Hear!! There!! (pointing and directing them to follow him)
:::As they pass a couple of decade old bench press machines, some rusted rowing machines, treadmill's and bicycles, we finally see activity among the pull up bars towards the back end of the establishment. An overweight bbw in her late 20's at minimum is barely lifting her body weight an inch. A man - which must be V.I.P Eddie Zam by the sheer glow- his golden aura permeating - like a an autumn afternoon. His kind heart enthusiastically motivating the woman to achieve greater; He has a white towel draped over his left shoulder and is decking black leotards with two yellow knee pads and a yellow right elbow pad. He wears mid ankle height black boots with the initials EZ on both of them written in yellow. His hair greasy, slick. He broods - smoothness & arrogance:::
(yelling)Eddie Zam: Vamos!! MOVE! - STOP!!! STOP!! La Virgin Maria could do better!!! (shaking his head). Look listen, here's the deal I'm here to help you and motivate you and I will be honest with you woman, you need to stop eating!! Now MOVE!
:::The woman feeling apprehensive starts exerting her self to the limit, letting out a grunt as she struggles with a rep:::
Eddie Zam: Are you here just wasting my time!!?? Don't you have any dignity for yourself? What would your father say? Of course you don't care - i betcha you would rather be out buying shoes or messaging your fat friends!!! Right!! OR else you wouldn't look like that!! You Disgust me .....
::pointing at her up and down as she stares at him dumbfounded- he continues::
EZ: You have to pay the price , you have to burn those calories!!! NOW MOVE!! (She struggles one more time) How dare you enter this place in that physical condition. LOOK!!! You got some nerve!!!
Woman: Eddie?? (straining)
EZ: DON'T ARGUE WITH ME!! Alright I'm done, grab your gear , I'm done !! Finito la musica!!!! CLASS OVER!
:::VIP Eddie Zam, grabs his towel to wipe his sweat off his face as he catches a glimpse of Larry Fishburg for the first time, startled and perplexed he eyes the camera with the look of a wise guy:::
EZ: And who might you be little man, and what da...??
:::Larry taken aback, begins to sweat and interrupts:::
LF: I'm.............................
EZ: Are you here for the lawsuit?? IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE HERE FOR, YOU LITTLE MAGGOT!!!!??
:::Larry totally shaken , steps back a few steps bumping the cameraman causing him to shake and almost drop 'it'-- At the the same time the young overweight woman, has gotten to her feet and begins marching towards Eddie Zam in admiration - reaching out for his right arm::::
Eddie Zam: GET YOUR DIRTY SUGAR RIDDEN HANDS OFF ME YOU FAT PIG!!! DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN WITHOUT EXPRESS PERMISSION YOU STINKING HOG!!!! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU HERE AGAIN!!! NO HEART!! NO PASSION!! OUT!!! (pausing) RICO!!! RICO , WHERE ARE YOU!!??
:::The woman red faced , stunned and in shock is almost in tears - while the short hispanic man who greeted Larry- reluctantly comes about to his commands:::
Rico: siii?? Señor??
Eddie Zam: GET THIS GARBAGE OUTTA HERE!!!! MAKE SURE SHE PAYS!! (shoving the young lady towards Rico)
:::Rico like a well trained puppy , complies without arguing or hesitation as they disappear off scene::::
Eddie Zam: SO LITTLE MAN!! you here about the lawsuit!!
Larry (sweating bullets) : No Sir, I'm here on behalf of Intense International Wrestling and my name is .......................................
EZ: Well why didn't you say so little man!!!!!! Welcome , BIENVENIDO!!! Osh must have sent you, Indeed, thats right!!! I believe i'm having an official sit down with him when I attend one of the coming Combat shows! But enough about that....... Did you see that little man?? Did you see what just occurred?
LF: Yeah......................
EZ: Well I can't stand to be around people like that. I'm not even sure she was really serious about being here, as matter of fact I think she was just here to be close to me. You know like that Maxi Priest Song. I tell you what little man (grabbing him by the shoulder and bring him closer towards him) I'm gonna clean up, because as much as I'd liked too I cannot go to dinner in my leotards!!! I shall have a shower, and we shall go to dinner and talk about IIW, talk about the roster, talk about the fabulous things Osh is doing, talk about morals, dogma and much much more. Are you IN???
::::Larry turns around and looks directly at the camera; sweat dripping from his hand and forehead- microphone slumped in a 45 degree angle::::
Larry: That sounds.......................................
EZ: JUST HOW I LIKE IT!!!! A Good sport! I think we are gonna do ok you and me ... Now come with me little man! And bring that camera with you!!!!!
:::::Eddie Zam leads them to a beaten up door, barely connected at the hinges he pushes it open and presents them his office. The place is a mess, full of VHS tapes and an old tube TV , he has some books and a Chess board set up.... On the stained wall, over table, above the tv and collection of vhs tapes there is 4 belts displayed. Two read Missouri Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight Champion and the other two read National Wrestling Council World Tag Team Champions::::
Eddie Zam: Look and learn little man, this is what knowledge looks like- I present you a treasure, The Holy See of professional wrestling, my VHS collection, every interview , promo, every match , every beating , every victory- of my entire career!!! Watch a few tapes relax - STOP being so nervous!!! Ask Rico if you need something- that boy is here to serve!!! LEARN!!! And write notes , write what you see, soak it up Little Man...
:::Zam reaches out for one of his tapes, goes to insert it into the Panasonic sp/lp/ep vhs player ... yet inside is another tape, which he frustratingly ejects and we catch a glimpse of it on the camera as it zooms - it reads - VHS Head Cleaner- Zam turns to the camera without missing a beat and pleads::::
Eddie Zam: Can you edit that out !!?? Now listen, watch carefully and over dinner feel free to direct some questions towards me about what you see , if you have sensitive vision be sure - that its not the TV or your vision playing tricks on you- it really is ME on those tapes ... And as I say , O mamacita, its good to be ME!! Now give me fifteen minutes!! I shall be with you pronto- we will eat , drink , you will ask questions little man, and I will answer them as I sip a cup of shiraz- we will celebrate the future, Intense International Wrestling and what's around the corner for the entire roster.
:::Blessing himself - signum crucis - Zam then proceeds to pat Larry on the head and invites him to get comfortable and watch some footage, exiting the room - to shower.:::::
To be Continued later that day.......
Random Voice: Welcum frend! jou a hear to do it conmercial? (a man mumbles in broken English)
:::Larry Fishburg hesitates, blushes and directs the cameraman to focus. The random voice/man is perhaps 5'5" or 165 cm or there about, a small unruly hispanic man wearing a white singlet - the type wife beaters wear- and red boxing shorts. He is sweating and looking nervous , just like Larry:::
Larry: I'm here to speak with (hesitating) Mister Edwardo Zam.
Little Hispanic Man: Aaaa Señor Muy Importante!! Bee I Peee!!! Hear!! There!! (pointing and directing them to follow him)
:::As they pass a couple of decade old bench press machines, some rusted rowing machines, treadmill's and bicycles, we finally see activity among the pull up bars towards the back end of the establishment. An overweight bbw in her late 20's at minimum is barely lifting her body weight an inch. A man - which must be V.I.P Eddie Zam by the sheer glow- his golden aura permeating - like a an autumn afternoon. His kind heart enthusiastically motivating the woman to achieve greater; He has a white towel draped over his left shoulder and is decking black leotards with two yellow knee pads and a yellow right elbow pad. He wears mid ankle height black boots with the initials EZ on both of them written in yellow. His hair greasy, slick. He broods - smoothness & arrogance:::
(yelling)Eddie Zam: Vamos!! MOVE! - STOP!!! STOP!! La Virgin Maria could do better!!! (shaking his head). Look listen, here's the deal I'm here to help you and motivate you and I will be honest with you woman, you need to stop eating!! Now MOVE!
:::The woman feeling apprehensive starts exerting her self to the limit, letting out a grunt as she struggles with a rep:::
Eddie Zam: Are you here just wasting my time!!?? Don't you have any dignity for yourself? What would your father say? Of course you don't care - i betcha you would rather be out buying shoes or messaging your fat friends!!! Right!! OR else you wouldn't look like that!! You Disgust me .....
::pointing at her up and down as she stares at him dumbfounded- he continues::
EZ: You have to pay the price , you have to burn those calories!!! NOW MOVE!! (She struggles one more time) How dare you enter this place in that physical condition. LOOK!!! You got some nerve!!!
Woman: Eddie?? (straining)
EZ: DON'T ARGUE WITH ME!! Alright I'm done, grab your gear , I'm done !! Finito la musica!!!! CLASS OVER!
:::VIP Eddie Zam, grabs his towel to wipe his sweat off his face as he catches a glimpse of Larry Fishburg for the first time, startled and perplexed he eyes the camera with the look of a wise guy:::
EZ: And who might you be little man, and what da...??
:::Larry taken aback, begins to sweat and interrupts:::
LF: I'm.............................
EZ: Are you here for the lawsuit?? IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE HERE FOR, YOU LITTLE MAGGOT!!!!??
:::Larry totally shaken , steps back a few steps bumping the cameraman causing him to shake and almost drop 'it'-- At the the same time the young overweight woman, has gotten to her feet and begins marching towards Eddie Zam in admiration - reaching out for his right arm::::
Eddie Zam: GET YOUR DIRTY SUGAR RIDDEN HANDS OFF ME YOU FAT PIG!!! DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN WITHOUT EXPRESS PERMISSION YOU STINKING HOG!!!! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU HERE AGAIN!!! NO HEART!! NO PASSION!! OUT!!! (pausing) RICO!!! RICO , WHERE ARE YOU!!??
:::The woman red faced , stunned and in shock is almost in tears - while the short hispanic man who greeted Larry- reluctantly comes about to his commands:::
Rico: siii?? Señor??
Eddie Zam: GET THIS GARBAGE OUTTA HERE!!!! MAKE SURE SHE PAYS!! (shoving the young lady towards Rico)
:::Rico like a well trained puppy , complies without arguing or hesitation as they disappear off scene::::
Eddie Zam: SO LITTLE MAN!! you here about the lawsuit!!
Larry (sweating bullets) : No Sir, I'm here on behalf of Intense International Wrestling and my name is .......................................
EZ: Well why didn't you say so little man!!!!!! Welcome , BIENVENIDO!!! Osh must have sent you, Indeed, thats right!!! I believe i'm having an official sit down with him when I attend one of the coming Combat shows! But enough about that....... Did you see that little man?? Did you see what just occurred?
LF: Yeah......................
EZ: Well I can't stand to be around people like that. I'm not even sure she was really serious about being here, as matter of fact I think she was just here to be close to me. You know like that Maxi Priest Song. I tell you what little man (grabbing him by the shoulder and bring him closer towards him) I'm gonna clean up, because as much as I'd liked too I cannot go to dinner in my leotards!!! I shall have a shower, and we shall go to dinner and talk about IIW, talk about the roster, talk about the fabulous things Osh is doing, talk about morals, dogma and much much more. Are you IN???
::::Larry turns around and looks directly at the camera; sweat dripping from his hand and forehead- microphone slumped in a 45 degree angle::::
Larry: That sounds.......................................
EZ: JUST HOW I LIKE IT!!!! A Good sport! I think we are gonna do ok you and me ... Now come with me little man! And bring that camera with you!!!!!
:::::Eddie Zam leads them to a beaten up door, barely connected at the hinges he pushes it open and presents them his office. The place is a mess, full of VHS tapes and an old tube TV , he has some books and a Chess board set up.... On the stained wall, over table, above the tv and collection of vhs tapes there is 4 belts displayed. Two read Missouri Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight Champion and the other two read National Wrestling Council World Tag Team Champions::::
Eddie Zam: Look and learn little man, this is what knowledge looks like- I present you a treasure, The Holy See of professional wrestling, my VHS collection, every interview , promo, every match , every beating , every victory- of my entire career!!! Watch a few tapes relax - STOP being so nervous!!! Ask Rico if you need something- that boy is here to serve!!! LEARN!!! And write notes , write what you see, soak it up Little Man...
:::Zam reaches out for one of his tapes, goes to insert it into the Panasonic sp/lp/ep vhs player ... yet inside is another tape, which he frustratingly ejects and we catch a glimpse of it on the camera as it zooms - it reads - VHS Head Cleaner- Zam turns to the camera without missing a beat and pleads::::
Eddie Zam: Can you edit that out !!?? Now listen, watch carefully and over dinner feel free to direct some questions towards me about what you see , if you have sensitive vision be sure - that its not the TV or your vision playing tricks on you- it really is ME on those tapes ... And as I say , O mamacita, its good to be ME!! Now give me fifteen minutes!! I shall be with you pronto- we will eat , drink , you will ask questions little man, and I will answer them as I sip a cup of shiraz- we will celebrate the future, Intense International Wrestling and what's around the corner for the entire roster.
:::Blessing himself - signum crucis - Zam then proceeds to pat Larry on the head and invites him to get comfortable and watch some footage, exiting the room - to shower.:::::
To be Continued later that day.......