Andre THSB introduction

Backstage

Fade in to a slightly flabby looking man with hair slicked and parted on the right. On his face are a pair of black horn-rimmed glasses with a piece of duct tape in the middle. He's wearing a white dress shirt and black socks. No pants. (best look in the world) and you can just barely make out that he's wearing a pair of white trunks with a yellow smiley face in the front.

You see him psyching himself up whispering
"You are confident,You are successful. You are confident, you are
successful."

In his hands is a cheap briefcase with some faded letters on it. Most are gone, but you can barely make out ...A...M....W... the rest have disappeared a long time ago.

This man is standing in front of a dressing room door with a star on it, from this view it's not clear who it belongs to.

He straightens his tie, clears his throat and knocks on the door.

"Hello? Sir? Um...listen, It's Andre. Look I know you're in there
and I'd just like to take a minute of your time. If you give me just
five minutes I...no... I know I can change your life with the
products we offer. "

There's no response from inside. The man starts to get a disappointed look on his face. He opens his briefcase and gets out a small index card and reads as he speaks.


"Um, Sir? It's no secret that our products get out even the most
unsightly stains from a costume. From what everyone says, that
should be reason enough for you to want to buy from me."

Suddenly, the doors opens just a crack.

"Go Away!" they shout and immediately slam the door.

He cringes slightly away from the door and loosens his collar as his breathing increases slightly.

"I know you're probably embarassed, but there's no reason you
should be. I know what I'm talking about."

The camera zooms in on him putting his hand behind his back and crossing his fingers.

"I had some of the same problems. That's why I'm not just a
wrestler, I'm also a client. We've even corrected most of the
problems with our formula to eliminate 60% of the near fatal side
effects."

An long unintelligible mutter comes from inside of the door.

Andre steps back slightly in with a disgusted look on is face.

"Sir, I, uh, don't even know if that's physically possible for you
to do to me."

Starting to sweat even more now, he knocks one more time and looks his index cards before throwing them over his shoulder.

"Look. If you could help me out, I'd really appreciate it. I'd really
like to eat today, and unless I can sell something soon, I'll be
forced to cook up the rest of my ketchup packets...that is...unless
you'd actually be willing to step in the ring with me?"

A big crash comes from inside the dressing room. Suddenly, the door is kicked off it's hinges from the inside. It hits the flabby man and knocks him onto his back, flinging his glasses. The camera focuses on the enraged star.

"You disturb my peace and won't leave me alone? I can't stand for
this."

A disgusted look comes over the face of the angry wrestler as he spits and says

"Let me tell you what I'm going to do with you....Andre. "

To be continued...