The brave knight Sir Everhone, leader of the palace guard, charged at his opponent. He took a mighty swing with the remains of his battle scarred sword, forcing his opponent to his knees. He looked his enemy in the eye, for what would be the last time. Thoughts of his intended, the fair maiden Abbilyne, being hideously tortured raced though his mind. These unthinkable thoughts gave him the strength he needed, and the skill he needed, to drive his small stubby weapon into the tiny eye slot of his advisory's helmet. Sir Everhone let go of the sword, the body of the man he just killed fell back in way that would have been very painful if he were alive. Sir Everhone sank to his knees exhausted.

The brave Sir Everhone helped his victim-fellow actor up onto his feet. The losing knight took off his helmet with the dummy sword attached and handed it to a stage hand. The set came alive with crew members picking up props, putting out fires, and actors picking themselves up off the dirt covered concrete floor of sound stage number ten. Sir Everhone walked over to his dressing trailer, which identified him as Jonathan Calhoon. Previously the second most sought after actor in the business. The first most sought after actor was actually so busy, he was dead for two days before he realized it.

John had no problem with being too busy he was never too busy. He only worked on one film at a time and the amount of time between his films varied from approximately six months to six years. Lately he had been feeling depressed, he just turned Forty-five and was starting to loose his hair, which was a premature white. Sources close to John say that he started going gray at about twenty-one, but he of course denies that and claims his graying started less than five years ago.

His depression was brought on by the fact that it was the second anniversary of his divorce from his third wife, the sexy actress Joan Rumplemeyer, best known for her topless T.V. Commercials for Sex Starved Magazine. She has a body that just won't quit, according to all the critics and the public relations people of all the major entertainment magazines. Her talent, however, quit several years ago, if she ever had any.

John sat down on his tiny trailer sized Comfy Sofa, with a plastic bottle of spring water in one hand, and the latest issue of the Star's Tabloyd magazine in the other. He never believed anything that was written in that rag, even the things that were true facts about himself. The latest cover looked like the five previous issues, with the cover's head line that read "President has secret meeting with Outer Space Alien! We have exclusive photos".

The photo was a cut and paste, airbrushed masterpiece of the president shaking the six fingered hand of an albino Space Alien. In actuality the Alien was an actor with latex covered head and hands, in a white body suit, reminiscent of the character Dan Pickett in the popular Sci Fi drama Astral Jump second in popularity only to the Cult Classic Space Trip: The New Generation. Some "Jumpheads" would argue this point with their "Tripper" counterparts, at all the "Trip and Jump" Conventions.

After a brief two minutes of scanning the newsmagazine, John tossed on the small wooden bench in front of the couch and guzzled the last half liter of his spring water. He rubbed his eyes and kicked his boots off, he had just enough time to review his lines for scene 42. A highly dramatic scene between him, his current off screen lover and on screen romantic lead Suzy Strongfellow, and Steve Whatsziznim, the actor whom he had fought only a few minutes ago, and the third angle of this medieval lust triangle.

Meanwhile, in his own trailer, Max was casting on his couch, for the lead in his next movie. The lovely Clairisa Fairfax was auditioning with her oral interpretation of the role, this pleased Max very much. In fact Max was so pleased that he insisted that Clairisa repeat her interpretation, so he could feel the full effect of her performance.

It was no big surprise that Max, was ten minutes late in returning to the set for the extremely mushy, some would say sappy, scene forty-two. His script girl, Judy, curiously noted a rather large, bulging wet spot on Max's tight fitting jeans. Then out of the corner of her aqua-blue eyes she saw a cheery Clairisa fix her smudged lip gloss and pop a breath-mint. Judy didn't need to be the recent graduate that she was, from UCLA's film school, to put two and two together. Mr. Max would have some explaining to do during the two-hour dinner break this evening.