If You Can Dodge A Wrench...

Let me set the scene for you…

INT. GYM – NIGHT

The place is packed with 20 to 30 somethings trying to recapture a bit of their childhood by playing dodgeball. It’s hot, sweaty, and bursting with a shared enthusiasm like none other.

O’Neill stands on the sidelines watching the current game.

STAIRMASTER (O.S.)

Is this a league?

O’Neill turns around to find—

STAIRMASTER. Fit, toned, and decked out head to toe in Nike Swoohes. She’s the epitome of a gym rat.

O’NEILL
Yup. We play here every Monday night.

STAIRMASTER

(skeptical)

Competitive dodgeball? Really?

INNER O’NEILL

No. Actually we’re an anger management group.

O’NEILL

Yeah I know. Most people find it hard to believe.

STAIRMASTER

So it’s like the movie?

INNER O’NEILL

Oh totally. The wrench round is next.

O’NEILL

Kinda. Minus Ben Stiller and the spandex.

(pause)

You should give it a try.

Stairmaster chuckles and surveys the game.

STAIRMASTER

I dunno. Looks pretty intense.

O’NEILL

Nah, it’s not that bad.

STAIRMASTER

I guess getting hit in the body wouldn’t hurt. But a ball to the face?

INNER O’NEILL

So many jokes…

O’NEILL

Well head shots are very few and far—

WHACK! O’Neill gets blindsided in the face by a rouge dodgeball.

INNER O’NEILL

Irony. Party of one...