<^> Down To Earth <^>

["Super" Benny Starr]

MR. HOLLYWOOD presents an FWF GENESIS VIII production
“SUPER BENNY STARR ‘DOWN TO EARTH’ CERISE STARR and MARK BRIGGS
written by DANIEL TAYLOR produced by FANTASY WRESTLING FEDERATION

The scene opens to Paris’ finest cafe, where Benny sits on one of the wicker seats outside. There is a red and green striped parasol above the glass table and sat across from him is a beautiful girl with long, flowing brown hair. The two gaze into each other’s eyes and Benny grabs her by the hand.

“Ever since I first laid my eyes on you, I knew you were the girl for me. We may not have much, but we have something that they’ll never have. We have love. I know we’ve grown apart over the last few years, but I’ve finally got you back. I don’t ever want to lose you again. I guess what I’m trying to say is...”

Benny slowly rises from his chair and gets down on one knee. The woman forces her hand over her mouth as a single tear of joy runs down her face. Benny reaches into the pocket of his white canvas pants and pulls out a black box. He opens it to reveal a diamond ring which he holds out in front of her.

“Baby, I will never stop loving you. Will you marry me?[/color]”

She begins to well up. As she in unable to speak, she frantically nods her head in replace of her answer. Benny smiles with great joy and stands. The woman leaps out of her chair and throws her arms around him and the other customers begin to clap.

“CUT!”

Yells the director. The camera zooms out to show that the cafe is part of a movie set. Men with tall lights sweep past and Benny’s agent, Mark Briggs heads towards him with a pink blazer. Benny pushes the woman away from him.

“Get the hell away from me, skank. You may have slept with the producer to get this part, but Benny Starr doesn’t sleep with anyone. I mean... with you people. I sleep with lots of people.[/color]”

Briggs wraps the jacket around him and the two begin to walk off set. Benny snatches a coffee off a member of the film crew and takes a sip before immediately spitting it out. He then tosses the cardboard cup to one side and exits the studio.

“Great scene, Benny.[/color]”

“Well of course it was. Update me.[/color]”

“Well, your limo will be here in just a moment, your jet’s waiting at the airport, December called and said that WBL wants to make his own way there and will meet you at the arena...[/color]”

“And my wife?[/color]”

“She’s in the limo.[/color]”

Benny’s face drops as a pink limousine pulls up. Benny is reluctant to get in as he can anticipate everything that Cerise Starr has to say, but Briggs has already opened the door. He gestures towards it with his hand and grumbling, Benny climbs in.

“Hi, honey. How are you...?[/color]”

He falsely shows interest as the vehicle begins to drive away. Cerise stares intently at his face.

“What?[/color]”

“Lipstick...[/color]”

“I’ll get you some from the airport, sweetie.[/color]”

“No, it’s all over your face. Who is she? Turn this car around!”

She begins to attack Benny with her hot pink handbag. He retreats, trying to cover his face but to no avail.

“It was no one.[/color]”

“Liar![/color]”

She repeatedly hits him again until Benny snatches the bag off of her and tosses it to Briggs. Briggs looks down at his lap in disgust as an old brush with ten years worth of hair stares back at him. He shudders.

“Will you calm down! It was for the movie! I don’t need this when I have one of the most important matches of my wrestling career coming up![/color]”

He snaps at her. For once, Cerise listens to what he says and complies, moulding into the black, leather seat with her arms folded like a disobedient child in time out. He then turns towards Briggs.

“Who am I facing again?[/color]”

“James Stall and Marcus Thomas Brody.[/color]”

“Ah, yes. The most pathetic excuse for a tag team since The Meds. What these two fail to realise is that me and William Legend are a natural team. The two highest paid Warriors in FWF and the greatest tag team this company has ever seen or will ever see.[/color]”

“Didn’t you say last week that you were a single’s star?[/color]”

“Do you mind? I was talking to Briggs.[/color]”

He barks.

“Didn’t MTB beat WBL on Live-Wire?[/color]”

“He was cheated! He’d been going through a lot of stress that week after what had happened with his company and daddy’s little princess capitalised on that. If it was a fair fight, then Wild Bill Legend would’ve annihilated him.[/color]”

Benny explains. The limousine then pulls up outside the terminal of the airport. Briggs gets out and holds the door open for Benny, who pushes him out of the way to hold it open for Cerise. She crawls across the seat and latches on to Benny’s arm. They both struggle, but eventually, she manages to get out of the vehicle.

“I want ice-cream.[/color]”

“Can’t you wait until we get on the plane?[/color]”

“No. I want ice-cream now![/color]”

She demands. Benny sighs and turns towards Briggs who is digging out an unnecessary amount of suit cases and bags from the boot.

“Briggs![/color]”

He bellows, forcing Briggs to drop the cases. In an attempt not to displease his client, Briggs scurries up to him.

“Will you take her to get some ice-cream? I’m gonna go check if the jet’s ready.[/color]”

Briggs nods and Benny steps through the automatic door. Inside, there are a variety of queues of people lining up to get through. Thinking he is too important, Benny struts passed them all until he reaches the front. He shoulders the first person out of the way until he comes face-to-face with the woman stood there checking tickets and passports.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Of course you can help me. Tell me where my plane is?[/color]”

“Name?”

“It’s the Pink Plane. You can recognise it as it’s the only one that’s pink![/color]”

“No, I mean, what’s your name, sir?”

“Oh, come on. Everybody in Los Angeles knows who I am.[/color]”

He smiles, showing off his snow white teeth. The woman stares blankly at him.

“Benny Starr. That’s ‘S’, ‘T’, ‘A’, ‘Double-R’ and the extra ‘R’ is for...[/color]

“I’m sorry, sir, the Pink Plane broke down upon arrival. There is another plane travelling to Manchester, England in about thirty minutes.”

She interrupts to inform him. Benny becomes clearly irritated as he looks around for a solution. He eventually calms down and looks back towards her.

“I suppose I could try it. Besides, if people can afford to travel first class, then they can’t be that bad. Give me three tickets.[/color]”

“I’m sorry, sir, but First Class is not available.”

“What!? I am Benny Starr. FWF’s only Superstarr and soon to be one half of the FWF Elite Tag Team Champions. There must be something you can do.[/color]”

The scene then cuts to the interior of a coach standard plane. The horrific sound of snoring can be heard coming from Benny’s right as squashes up against him is Cerise, wearing an eye mask. Benny turns to Briggs, who is also asleep with her arm draped over Benny’s chest. Benny sighs in disbelief. The indistinguishable scent of lobster catches Benny’s nose. He throws Briggs’ arm off him and stands up before sidestepping down the narrow aisles towards the front of the plane. He is then stopped by the thin, over-tanned arm of one of the air stewardesses.

“Excuse me sir, it’s first class only beyond this point.”

“I just wanted to get something to eat. I haven’t had anything to eat all day. I had ice-cream, but the way my wife was devouring hers’d put anyone off.[/color]”

“Please return to your seat. Your meals will be coming round momentarily.”

“Do you know who I am!?[/color]”

“Of course I do, Mr. Venis. Now, please take a seat.”

“Fine, but if you think I’m going to... wait, what did you call me?[/color]”

“Mr. Venis. You are Val Venis aren’t you?”

“How dare you accuse me of being that no talent waste of space. I am “Super” Benny Starr. I put the ‘S’, the ‘E’, and the...[/color]”

“Okay, Mr. Starr, could you please take your seat.”

She interrupts and Benny freezes, not used to being talked to in such a manner. He spins on his heel and makes his way back down the aisle. As he drops himself down onto his seat, Briggs wakes up in a daze.

“I don’t wanna go to school today...[/color]”

“What?[/color]”

“Eugh, what? Who? Sorry, I must’ve dozed off there for a minute.[/color]”

“This is the worst day of my life.[/color]”

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be worth it when you and Wild Bill Legend become the FWF Elite Tag Team Champions.[/color]”

“Ah, yes. Genesis VIII, the biggest night that Fantasy Wrestling Federation has ever seen. And that’s all down to me, the feature attraction. James Stall and MTB might have family connections, but that’s all they have. They just don’t have the talent that me and WBL have. They don’t have the money that me and WBL have. And pretty soon, they won’t have the titles that me and WBL will have. FWF will never be the same again.[/color]”

A toothy grin stretches from ear to ear on Benny’s face, which Briggs joins in with. The food is then delivered, plopped down onto the fold out tables from the chairs in front. Benny looks down at what could very well be half a dirty cat with a repulsed expression.

“I’m not eating that.[/color]”

He states as he slumps down, ashamed of his surroundings. The scene then fades out to black with the FWF logo printed on screen.[/color]