[A scene opens with Masta Red standing in front of the entrance into a Gold's Gym. Suddeningly some skinny, snotty nose, suspender wearing, pocket protecter kid, with a notepad runs up to Masta Red. Masta Red just looks over at the kid as he wipes his nose and begins to talk.]
Kid: Excuse Masta Red sir, I am Chase Pulley. I am trying to become a top interviewer for GWA.
[Extends hand for Masta Red to shake.]
Masta Red: Look kid, go clean your nose or something. I don't have the time to deal with you.
[Masta Red walks up to the door and opens the door. He closes them behind him as Chase walks into the door and drops his notepad and cracks his glasses. He quickly recovers everything and pulls a out another pair of glasses out of his pocket and enters Gold's Gym.]
Chase Pulley: Masta Red wait please. I just want to ask you a few question.
[Masta Red goes over and talks to this guy who is very cut and tall. Chase walks up and runs into the guy and falls to the floor.]
Chase Pulley: Ohhh you are so big and strong. I am so sorry.
Man: Yeah, you better be sorry kid!
[Chase quickly slides back and gets up and dusts himself off. He quickly finds Masta Red over at the dumbell rack.]
Chase Pulley: Please Masta Red, just a couple of questions is all I am asking.
Masta Red: [Masta Red picks up a dumbell.] You see this?
Chase Pulley: Yes. But what does that..
Masta Red: Shut up! It you keep talking I am going to shove this down your throat and you are going to be crapping little dumbells for the rest of your worthless life. No leave me alone!
[Chase begins to slowing walk away from Masta Red. He seems to be very upset.]
Chase Pulley: All I wanted to do is ask you about Monday night.
[Masta Red looks over at Chase with a look of astonishment. Masta Red puts a smile on his face and tells Chase to sit on the bench.]
Masta Red: Face, if that is all you wanted you should have told someone. But you will have to work out with me, cause I have to stay in shape.
Chase Pulley: Uhh, I don't know..
Masta Red: Good Grace.
Chase Pulley: That is Chase.
Masta Red: So talk Jase. What is your first question.
[Masta Red goes over and puts two fourty-five pound weights on both sides of a bench bar as Chase prepares his questions.]
Chase Pulley: First question is how do you feel now that you are in GWA?
Masta Red: Same as I always feel Grace great. We have good competition here, many titles that need to be gotten and lots of ass that can be kicked.
Chase Pulley: There is some stiff competition in here.
Masta Red: In where? Here? Where? [Begins to look around.]
Chase Pulley: No I mean GWA.
Masta Red: Ohh yeah. Sure there is.
[Twenty second pause.]
Masta Red: Is there any more questions?
Chase Pulley: Well I thought you were going to say more about the competition in the federation.
Masta Red: Yeah there are some good ones out there, like me. Next question Jase.
Chase Pulley: It's Chase. Let's talk about the Battle Royal, no one has really came out and challenged you except Anton Bailey. What are your feelings about this?
Masta Red: Hell, the other six competitors are scared stupid. They refuse even to try and wrestle against me. But we have this character Anton Bailey. I mean what is with that Grace?
Chase Pulley: I have no idea.
Masta Red: Me either. We have seven pansies entering the ring with me. Six of them have seen their fate when they try to face the likes of me, but we have the defecter that ACTUALLY thinks he will beat me? I mean come on man. Some on like C-Rock is going C-Rock Slap you or something like that and it is going to be over for your before you can even get started. You know what I am saying Face?
Chase Pulley: Yeah.
Masta Red: So Anton thinks he is going to take me out. He thinks that he has a chance at beating me in a match that is made for me to dominate and jumpstart my career into stardom where it belongs. Not fighting guys that want to do sexual stuff with me.
Chase Pulley: I don't understand.
Masta Red: You saw the interview, he said his mouth waters when he thinks about me. I mean, that isn't to good for me. I mean, I like woman, ass and titties, not penises and anal sex. That doesn't turn me on guy. That kinda makes me not want to show up Monday for the match. I may need to get a lock put on my pants to keep the homos away. I think Anton Bailey has homosexual tendencies, but you didn't hear that from me.
Chase Pulley: I understand now Masta Red.
Masta Red: Good job Grace. Now we need to work out. I said you would have to work out with me if you were going to keep on asking question. Go ahead and do this about eight or nine times.
Chase Pulley: I am alittle rusty so you might have to spot me.
Masta Red: No problem.
[Chase lays back and begins to press up on the bar, but it doesn't seem to be moving anywhere.]
Masta Red: Why are you turning all red and purple. You haven't even taken it off the bar yet! Oh well. Stop before you die or something man.
[Chase breathes a sigh of relief and everyone in the gym looks over at Chase as he gets up from the bar. He looks around and grabs his notepad and continues to ask questions.]
Chase Pulley: Whew! [Takes a deep breath.] What about this one guy name Cam Campbell what do you think of him?
Masta Red: Grace, I am sure that you have followed my career alittle haven't you?
Chase Pulley: Yeah I am about ready to right a biography about you.
Masta Red: You know the calibar of competition I have faced before right?
Chase Pulley: Yes.
Masta Red: Then tell me why in the hell is this guy even mentioning my name in a interview of his?
Chase Pulley: I haven't the slightest idea.
Masta Red: Grace, you may be dumb, but this guy has to be a ignaramoose! What makes him think that I actually care how bad his momma is? I mean, my momma is one mean feller herself, but I don't care about his momma nor do I care about him.
Chase Pulley: What do you have against him mother Masta Red?
Masta Red: I don't know, but I don't like him so I don't like his momma either. It just bewilders me that this guy even tries to insult me. I mean who are you? I didn't even know the bus driver from the Campbell Soup commercials even wrestled. I mean this is completely MINDBLOWING!
Chase Pulley: Yes it is.
Masta Red: But as for him, I don't care about him. He sucks and I am great, that is all that matters.
Chase Pulley: After the battle royal. What is next?
Masta Red: Well after I get done kicking seven asses I plan on doing whatever the man that books all the matches wants me to do. But I wouldn't mind going after a title of some sorts.
Chase Pulley: But you would have only one match under your belt!
Masta Red: Yeah in GWA, but I have been wrestling like like eight years man. I am no rookie, I am not worried about the competition here. I am just as good as many and a lot better then a whole shznit load of them. So whatever happens, happens, I will get mine. We will just have to wait and see what is going on in this federation. Pass me that forty five pound dumbell man.
[Chase goes over to the dumbell rack and casually grabs the dumbell. The weight of the dumbell cause Chase to tumble lose his balance and crash head first into the rack. Masta Red and everyone in the gym quickly rush over to assist him.]
[Fifteen minutes and many bandages later.]
[Chase finally stands up from the ordeal still not completely recovered from the fall. Masta Red stands over him shaking his head as EMTs continue to help Chase.]
Masta Red: Hey Grace, you allright?
Chase Pulley: Yeah my head hurts alittle still though.
Masta Red: Well Chase looks like this interview is just about over huh?
Chase Pulley: I guess so. You got any final words? [Begins to rub his head.]
Masta Red: Yeah, the battle royal will be my time to shine. No Anton Bailey, not Renegade, not C-Rock, not any of the little biatches that think they will beat me. It is my time. You will have to find other way to get to the top. I am sure than Anton Bailey knows a couple of ways he is going to try to get to the top, but we aren't going to talk about that. As for Cam, you worry bout that title shot you got punk. I would kick your sorry ass back to the Campbell soup commercials you keep fuckin' with me son. I am greatness and in GWA I will keep the reign going!
[Masta Red grabs the forty-five pound dumbell and goes over to a mirror and begins to do one arm tricep pulls as the camera fade away.]
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