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Date Posted: 05:17:36 02/19/03 Wed
Author: Hardcore Khan
Subject: HCK fans are hard to come by (PART 1)

The scene opens up in Wall Street, New York City. It's around about 3:00pm in the heart of the world's financial center, booming with the busy movement and noise so characteristic of it. The scene pans across and down the street from above, and stops to zoom in towards The Regent Wall Street, a lavish, elegant and grand landmark five star hotel.

The scene cuts to the inside of the hotel, at the lobby. A porter dressed in uniform is seen carrying a suitcase towards the recpetion area and stops, as if waiting for someone, the camera pans across the lobby and stops at Hardcore Khan dressed in a dark greyish suit with a white shirt, walking towards the porter in a slow manner on the phone, his conversation is heard by few people around him.

HCK: Yeah, ok, dinner at Wall Terrace? Ok great! Bye.

Khan finishes his phone call and as he puts his phone inside his pocket, a bald stubby man dressed in smart casual attire in his mid 40's approaches Khan.

Bald Man: Excuse me, I'd like to say something.

HCK: Ok.

Bald Man: Everywhere I go, I see people like you on trains and busses in this city who yammer on and on into their cell phones. I'm really glad to hear about what your having for dinner in your English accent! What we should do, is herd them up, and put them on an island.

HCK: What? Who are you?

Bald Man: I am the President of a group called Citizens Raging Against Phones.

HCK: CRAP?!?

CRAP President: Exactly!

HCK: Your organization's called 'crap,'...wh...what kind of moron are you...you wanna round people up for using a phone?!? I...I mean, how many people are there in this 'crap'?"

CRAP President: Citizens are raging against phones, you dumb English moron!!

Khan raises his voice at the CRAP President.

HCK: That's no way to talk to me! I'll just tell that guy your harrassing me and you'll get thrown out of here like a pile of trash? How many of you crap people are there?

CRAP President: There are three of us. It's hard organizing meetings without the phones though. We've had to resort to carrier pigeons, and they keep disappearing.

HCK: What? Stop being a problem and go away you loser!

CRAP President: I am not the problem! You are! And you're perpetuating the downfall of mankind! New York City was great before phones ruined everything.

HCK: New York City was a church, a cow pasture and 3 houses when the telephone was invented!

CRAP President: Liar!!

HCK: You're the liar!

CRAP President: Liar, liar, pants on fire!

Khan, startled by the childish behaviour of the president of CRAP, smiles in confusion, but still annoyed retorts in frustration.

HCK: What are...are you three years old?!?

CRAP President: You're a liar! You're a liar!

HCK: Shut up!!

CRAP President: You shut up!!

HCK: Stupid!

CRAP President: Nanny nanny boo-boo, stick your head in doo-doo!

HCK: I don't have time for this.

Khan absolutely infuriated, walks off towards the porter, at the reception desk. Khan is seen making a reservation for a hotel room and the porter proceeds to take the suit case to Khan's newly resevred room as Khan continues to go through the formal procedures. Khan then walks to the elevator, where the bell boy is waiting, he looks at Khan in a disgruntled confused way.

Bell Boy: Hey you that wrestler?

Khan is sent aback by the strong texan accent, but the language barrier is broken after a few micro seconds of interpretation in Khan's head. Khan seems pleased, finally someone recognises him as a wrestler. Khan smiles and happily replies.

HCK: Yes! Are you a fan?

Bell Boy: Nah! It's the way you talk, you sound like a wuss.

Dissapointment drains the smile away from Khan's face and he lets out a sigh.

Bell Boy: Why do you speak like you're from England anyway? Room number?

HCK: That's because I'm from England. And room 103.

The bell boy pushed a button to get the elevator to the required floor.

Bell Boy: Oh really? How do you like it? I mean, is it hard to get used to the language? Y-you speak English pretty good. I'm from texas!

HCK: Taxes? As in the tax you pay?

Bell Boy: Texas!!! Lone star state. So what brings you to the states?

HCK: I've been doing a radio show.

The elevator reaches the floor and the doors open. Khan rolls his eyes in dissapointment and starts walking out of the elevator towards the room where the same porter who took Khan's luggage is waiting for him outside room 103 with the keys to the room in his hand.

Porter: These are your keys Mr Khan, and your luggage is inside. Enjoy your stay.

Before the porter leaves, Khan gives the porter a tip and walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. As he shuts the door, Khan can be heard questioning himself.

HCK: God! Why don't wrestling fans like me?

The scene cuts to an end.

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HCK fans are hard to come by (PART 2) -- Hardcore Khan, 07:47:08 02/21/03 Fri