Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 15, 2017 15:18:36 GMT
Scene opens up with Bester fresh off his victory over Quik Fix standing in his kitchen of his apartment in San Francisco. On this bright and sunny morning Bester has a puzzled look on his face.
Bester picks up his phone and checks his texts, most of which are little funny and cute cat gifs that he gets from a “fan” from twitter. No doubt this “fan” lives with...50? Cats. hmmmm let that soak in for a second. Let that attack your nostrils for a second. Nostrils….when was the last time that word has been spoken?
Bester though on this fine morning in the Bay area as the Giants and A’s highlights play on his TV in the background, is not looking at cat gifs, but at a text from Nanook, his agent, his manager, mentor and friend and that is a lot of hats. His text reads:
Bester sets his phone down on the counter top. He looks like he is about to speak.
“I…?” Bester begins with. Is that a question or a statement, not sure.
Bester shakes his head.
Bester runs his hand over his big bald dome.
Bester sucks in his bottom lip.
Bester is deep in thought.
Bester looks to his left.
Bester walks off in that direction.
Two minutes later Bester returns.
Bester has in his hand a Nestle Quik chocolate rabbit cup.
Bester sets that down on the counter top and off camera he picks up a container of Nestle Quik chocolate milk mix.
And a spoon.
Two big spoon full of chocolate milk mix later Bester is stirring his mix.
On his phone, he swipes a couple of times and opens up Itunes.
He presses on Artist: Primus.
My Name is mud begins to play.
Bester picks up his cup with both hands by the ears and takes a sip of his chocolate milk.
“A leg?” Bester asks sounding not real sure about this.
“Just a leg?” Again not sounding sure of this either.
“Let me see if I have this right?” Just to make sure.
Bester takes another sip of chocolate milk and is now sporting a milk mustache.
A brown milk mustache.
“I’m fighting a leg? I don’t understand. Jan Van Der Roost I understand. I know how to fight him. That is simple. I will kick him.”
Sip
“Punch him.”
Sip
“Spear him.”
Sip
“Body Slam him.”
Sip
“And beat him.”
Last sip. Cup is empty now.
“But can I do this against, against Golden Robo leg? Like is there a whole body there? Is his name just Robo leg?”
Bester looks into his empty cup. He looks up at the camera.
“I do not understand.”
Bester looks down into his empty rabbit ear cup.
“Hmmmm”
Bester wanders off to the left.
Bester does not return
Fade out.
Bester picks up his phone and checks his texts, most of which are little funny and cute cat gifs that he gets from a “fan” from twitter. No doubt this “fan” lives with...50? Cats. hmmmm let that soak in for a second. Let that attack your nostrils for a second. Nostrils….when was the last time that word has been spoken?
Bester though on this fine morning in the Bay area as the Giants and A’s highlights play on his TV in the background, is not looking at cat gifs, but at a text from Nanook, his agent, his manager, mentor and friend and that is a lot of hats. His text reads:
Bes, got you a match next week.
You face Jan Van Der Roost and Roboleg.
Golden Roboleg, excuse me.
Good luck.
Bester sets his phone down on the counter top. He looks like he is about to speak.
“I…?” Bester begins with. Is that a question or a statement, not sure.
Bester shakes his head.
Bester runs his hand over his big bald dome.
Bester sucks in his bottom lip.
Bester is deep in thought.
Bester looks to his left.
Bester walks off in that direction.
Two minutes later Bester returns.
Bester has in his hand a Nestle Quik chocolate rabbit cup.
Bester sets that down on the counter top and off camera he picks up a container of Nestle Quik chocolate milk mix.
And a spoon.
Two big spoon full of chocolate milk mix later Bester is stirring his mix.
On his phone, he swipes a couple of times and opens up Itunes.
He presses on Artist: Primus.
My Name is mud begins to play.
Bester picks up his cup with both hands by the ears and takes a sip of his chocolate milk.
“A leg?” Bester asks sounding not real sure about this.
“Just a leg?” Again not sounding sure of this either.
“Let me see if I have this right?” Just to make sure.
Bester takes another sip of chocolate milk and is now sporting a milk mustache.
A brown milk mustache.
“I’m fighting a leg? I don’t understand. Jan Van Der Roost I understand. I know how to fight him. That is simple. I will kick him.”
Sip
“Punch him.”
Sip
“Spear him.”
Sip
“Body Slam him.”
Sip
“And beat him.”
Last sip. Cup is empty now.
“But can I do this against, against Golden Robo leg? Like is there a whole body there? Is his name just Robo leg?”
Bester looks into his empty cup. He looks up at the camera.
“I do not understand.”
Bester looks down into his empty rabbit ear cup.
“Hmmmm”
Bester wanders off to the left.
Bester does not return
Fade out.
