LATE NIGHT MEETING
Our scene opens up backstage at the MGM Grand. Lindsay Troy and Melvin Beauregard are walking down the hallway, long after the fans and most of the wrestlers have left for the night.
Melvin Beauregard: Sorry about the late night meeting, but I just wanted to let you know…
Troy tilts her head down towards Melvin.
Melvin Beauregard: Well you know, it’s been great working together the last six months, and we’ve accomplished a lot. Remember when we talked about this residency and we were worried about ever getting out of the gate?
Lindsay Troy: Oh, we were getting out of the gate. That’s for sure.
Melvin Beauregard: Yeah, but nobody expected what we have now. What a fantastic restart this has been, the MGM is thrilled with attendance, and they are super excited about the uptick in streaming numbers on the ACE Network.
Melvin stops and looks up at Lindsay Troy.
Melvin Beauregard: It’s been fantastic working together these last six months. Absolutely amazing, even with the entire being threatened in my office thing…
Lindsay Troy: You got a free smoke machine, though.
Melvin Beauregard: HA! I did. I did get a free smoke machine out of it. But yeah, it’s been absolutely fantastic.
Lindsay Troy: Even the time King Blueberry stole that forklift?
Melvin Beauregard: Well you know… I had to be mad, it was my job.
Melvin and Troy laugh with each other for a moment.
Lindsay Troy: So what are you saying, Melvin? I could have heard all of this on an earnings call.
Melvin takes a deep breath and sighs, scratches his worn upper lip, then wipes the sweat off the top of his bald head.
Melvin Beauregard: Well, this’ll be my last night as the MGM Liaison for PRIME.
Lindsay Troy: Oh… really? Are they hiring someone else?
Troy holds up a hand after a moment of thought and continues.
Lindsay Troy: I’m sorry, that was awful of me. Congratulations Melvin, I’m very happy for you and your family. I wish you all the best.
Melvin smiles, and nods as the two start walking down the hallway again.
Melvin Beauregard: But no, I don’t think they’ll be hiring anyone else. Job is probably too high stress and too much of a liability.
Lindsay Troy: Who knew hanging out with forty to fifty wrestlers every couple weeks could be that bad.
Melvin Beauregard: You should see what happened to our insurance premiums.
The two smile, and share a laugh.
Lindsay Troy: So that’s it?
Melvin Beauregard: Well… not exactly…
The Queen’s brow furrows in confusion as a manila folder is handed to her. She flips the flap open, pulls out a stack of papers, and begins reading through the document. Melvin, in the meantime, has already gotten a head start walking down the hallway.
Lindsay Troy: SON OF A BITCH!
Melvin takes off, breaking into an outright sprint as fast as his little legs can carry him.
Melvin Beauregard: SEE YOU NEXT REVIVAL!
FADE.
TO.
BLACK.