[Act 1, Scene 2: The ChuckSTARR]

(The Chuckster walks in the doors and past another man in a red uniform and cap standing near the front.)

Man: Hi! And welcome to the Las Vegas Dirty Dice Hotel! The biggest hotel just outside of Vegas!
Chuckster: Thanks! Where is the front desk?
Man: Right this way sir!
Chuckster: You can call me… STARR……. ChuckSTARR!

(The Chuckster starts to follow the man to the front counter. The hotel seems very large and spacious. Marble and other fine material lavish the inside of the building. The seats and couches are made of leather, and the finest wood. He walks strait up to a counter, and taps on a bell.)

Man: Well here we are Star Chuckstar!
Chuckster: No… no… it’s ChuckSTARR!
Man: By the way… nice shoes!
Chuckster: Oh thanks… you know… they’re alligator skin!
Man: Really?

(Suddenly a salt and pepper haired fat man in a blue suit, comes out from the back. He walks strait up to the front of the counter and looks right at the Chuckster.)

Fat man: Welcome to The Las Vegas Dirty Dice Hotel… the biggest hotel just outside of Vegas!
Chuckster: Thanks… Uh…
Fat Man: Mr. Anderson!

(Mr. Anderson shows a smile.)

Chuckster: Well… Mr. Anderson I’m here looking for a friend.
Mr. Anderson: Well… this isn’t Las Vegas you know… those type of women ar…
Chuckster: No… No… no! A wrestler! I’m passing by… I’m on my way to California to wrestle a man! My friend… also a wrestler… is here… I’m looking for him!

(A slight smile comes across his face.)

Mr. Anderson: Wrestle? … Oh… wrestler… right!

(The smile disappears and a look of question comes across the man’s face.)

Mr. Anderson: You’re a professional wrestler?
Chuckster: Yes!
Mr. Anderson: Who do you wrestle for?
Chuckster: The WWA!

(The smile appears on the man’s face again.)

Mr. Anderson: Oh the WWA… I watch them all the time!
Chuckster: Really?
Mr. Anderson: You ever wrestle someone like… you know… Enigma… Ian Tense… Joey K… Dave Harley… or even Kash?
Chuckster: Well… No I…
Mr. Anderson: Because man Kash’ll put you in that Kashmission… and you’re gone!
Chuckster: Well I…
Mr. Anderson: Or… or That Harley Bomb! Man… no one gets up after that!

(A sneer comes over the Chuckster’s face.)

Chuckster: WHAT? MY 56 SPECIAL WOULD PUT ANYONE DOWN FOR THE COUNT… BETTER THAN A POWER BOMB THAT ANYONE ELSE COULD PERFORM!
Mr. Anderson: What? Who are you any way?

(The Chuckster looks on in shock after hearing this comment. He calmly replies.)

Chuckster: I’m… the… ChuckSTARR! The WWA Heavyweight European Champion… well former that is! The Sage of Technicality… The…
Mr. Anderson: the ChuckSTARR?

(Mr. Anderson looks confused again.)

Chuckster: Yeah the ChuckSTARR! You know I wrestled in the EWA… I’m The WWA Heavyweight European Champion!
Mr. Anderson: Former!
Chuckster: Right… The former WWA Heavyweight European Champion!

(The smile returns to his face again.)

Mr. Anderson: Right! Well sir we…
Chuckster: You still have no idea who I am… do you?
Mr. Anderson: Nope… haven’t the faintest…
Chuckster: Well have you at least heard of The Psycho…

(His smile gets huge again and cuts the Chuckster off.)

Mr. Anderson: Steven Murphy? Yeah sure… one of the best damned wrestlers to ever get into the ring! A wonderful up and comer he is!

(The Chuckster gets that annoyed and frustrated look on his face again.)

Chuckster: Well I’m going to wrestle him next Monday! Not the upcoming one… but the next Monday! Along with someone named Thomas Actor!
Mr. Anderson: Really? Well good luck… you’re going to need it!
Chuckster: What’s that supposed to mean?

(The smile disappears and he leans forward on the desk. He motions for the Chuckster to come closer, with his pointing finger. He does, and the man says in a low whisper…)

Mr. Anderson: Well he’s absolutely brutal! I saw him in this one match… put a man threw a table from the top ropes with the Psychosis… to become the first ever European Champion! And then later on… I saw him beat the same loser up a couple matches later… he gave him The Greetings From Liverpool… WITH… a fist full of barbed wire!
Chuckster: THAT LOSER… WAS ME!

(He jolts back to a standing position, after the sudden outburst. The comment took the man’s breath away and he stood there shocked for a while before he dared to speak. He looks on in horror as if the Chuckster might strike him.)

Mr. Anderson: Oh…
Chuckster: Just tell me what room Shaman’s in?
Mr. Anderson: Room 666… Donny will show you the way.

(The Chuckster turns around, and starts to head away from the desk, fury in his eyes. With his face drawn stern, he speaks, back turned from Mr. Anderson.)

Chuckster: AND AFTER MY MATCH WITH PSYCHO… YOU WILL SEE… HEAR… AND KNOW WHO I AM! HE WILL… NOT… ESCAPE… NO… NOT THIS TIME!

(The Chuckster continues to walk away from the counter, with Donny by his side.)

Mr. Anderson: Oh and ah… like the shoes… where can I get a pair?
Chuckster: CAN’T THEY’RE FOR KHUL PEOPLE ONLY! (turns to Donny) Now Danny…
Donny: Donny! The name is Donny!
Chuckster: Oh… Ok… sorry Dorry! Now… Show me to room 666!


(They continue walking away and out of view from the camera.)