Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 21:18:41 GMT -5
(Our scene opens after the conclusion to this week’s Sentinel. It’s a warm night when we arrive at the back door of the arena to wait with the dozens of fans surrounding the door way waiting to get a glimpse of their favorite GIW superstars as they exit. A few have shirts or other memorabilia from other sources, more have the programs they purchased at the show, most have the signs they brought to the show to support their heroes, but all are seeking that autograph or momentary audience to justify their obsession. The new faction Global Domination is the topic of most conversations being held in the truck bay. Clearly the group is mostly young males with only two maybe three female fans waiting. One in particular catches our eye. She stands out from the denim clad clan wearing a red short dress. Her makeup and hair are done, and proudly display the time and effort she put into her look for the night. She stands towards the back of the pack with her arms folded clutching a matching red purse, tapping her red high heels in annoyance, and pouting her ruby red lips as they are highlighted by her milky white tone. She leans forward to the guy in front of her and whispers over his flannel shoulder.)
Women; “I thought you were taking me somewhere nice, Brian.”
(The man takes a break from rubbernecking the door.)
Brian; “Emily, this is nice. We saw history tonight! Sure we could have celebrated our two year anniversary at some fancy restaurant. We could have gotten a hotel room, so we didn’t have to worry about waking up my parents. We could have spent money I don’t have so you could feel special for a night. Instead though we saw history! Delcan never put together a group like that. We saw Cara showing the world just how much of a force she is in the GIW. I only hope we get to see more. I mean we saw history. Listen when we’re married and old and have grandkids you get to tell them you were there when Cara started her journey to Global Domination.”
Emily; “Yeah, I bet you hope you get to see more of that skank. What your porn isn’t enough of her? How much longer are we going to stand here? My feet hurt, that fat kid over there keeps staring at me, and I have to pee.”
(Showing a bit of frustration to the fact that his girlfriend just doesn’t get it.)
Brian; “Listen we’ll leave as soon as I get Cara’s autograph. That’s all I want.”
Emily; “I have to pee!”
Brian; “Well there’s a port-a-potty out that way in the parking lot. That’s the best I can do.”
(Emily shoots Brian an icy glare before turning around, and heading off into the parking lot alone. Brian with an air of relief turns back around in anticipation of the door opening and catches the kid staring at Emily’s round firm backside.)
Brian; “Hey fatty, she’s mine!”
(The kid, in his early teens, freezes for a second until the door clicks and opens. The crowd in unison perk up in eagerness and wonder as to who is coming out.)
Brian; “CARA!”
(Before the door is all the way open a puff of smoke escapes into the warm night air, and the sound of an 8.3 ounce aluminum can popping open can be heard. Out steps BoolZ with a black backpack on his shoulders and a disgruntled look on his face to the dismay of easily half the crowd. He is greeted with indifference by most of the rest, but both early teenage girls eagerly ask for autographs.)
Brian; “Whoa, whoa, watch out everyone. The little Red Bull Junky’s about to do a flip! Aint that right, pretty boy?”
(BoolZ can’t help but smile at the comment as the crowd starts laughing. BoolZ takes a swig of this Red Bull, finishes signing the first autograph, sets his bag on the ground, takes his cigarette from his mouth to flick the ash before returning it for another drag, and holds out his hands as if to back up the crowd. Looking at Brian.)
BoolZ; “Ready?”
(BoolZ clears his throat, adjusts his feet, and attempts to center himself. He hands one of the girls his Red Bull, slowly reaches out with his hands, and gives Brian the double bird.)
BoolZ; “Impressed?”
(Taking back his Red Bull, picking up his bag, and BoolZ begins to walk away as the crowd erupts with laughter at Brian’s expense.)
Brian; “Oh yeah very impressed. Hell not everyone can get smeared all over the mat, have tweens clamoring for their John Hancock, and still have to stuff to insult an group of real wrestling fans. I can’t wait for next week when Aragato and the rest of Global Domination rip you apart again.”
(Stopping BoolZ again can’t help but smile at the comment as he turns around, and takes the cigarette from his lips.)
BoolZ; “Really, Global Domination? You think they’ll be able to pull it off next week? ‘Cause I gotta tell ya, I have my doubts. No I think if they were gonna be some great force they wouldn’t have screwed it up this week. I mean this was their chance. They had the element of surprise on their side, they had all the power of the office, they had the numbers, and they still dropped the ball. I mean ‘The Headliner’ and myself weren’t even on the card, and we still beat Hastings and Savage. The only think saving Deathman from being squashed by Brandon Browns larger than life buddy was one of his cronies screwing it up, and getting him disqualified. Kumosube had everything in his favor in his match. Brown had no clue who he was facing, then he out weighted him by like a full car, he had Cara the acting HBIC in his corner, and he still needed someone to turn out the arena lights before Brown turned his out. They hardly looked like Global Domination, and I don’t see it getting any better for that bunch of cartoons.
I mean let’s for a second ignore their less than stellar debut, and instead look at the future. Sooner or later it’s going to sink in to that carriage riding jack-o-lantern that Savage cost him, the number one contender, a match against the champs’ boy. Sooner or later it’s gonna hit Misery that Calypso is the number one contender for her title. Sooner or later Delcan is gonna heal up, Cara’s gonna tell him what a force she put together, Delcan’s gonna watch it implode, and I wouldn’t be surprised if from the embarrassment he sent her packing. She can go back to her pimp if he’ll take her, she could make her triumphant return to the world of underground bondage videos, hell she could even just meet back up with Aragato and continue their philosophical debates. Either way after losing control of Delcan’s empire I don’t think he would care too much.
And speaking of Aragato, fµck man, you know I wrestled in Japan for two years. I went all over that tiny little island, wrestling whatever kinda match they’d put me in, and all I heard was Aragato. Takahashi, my translator, all he wanted to talk about was Aragato. All I heard was Mr. Deathmatch, King of the Deathmatch, デスマッチ氏, and how badass this guy was before he came stateside. So I’m plannin’ on a return to U.S. soil, I find out where Aragato calls home, I sign up, and what do I see? I see a joke of himself bringing shame and dishonor to his ancestors. No more is he the crazy brutal killer. No now he’s just some twerp riding around on the back of an ox sized bully tormenting reporters and representing Team Rocket. All I find is a frightened failure weeping into the breast of cowardice’s warm gentle embrace. You’ll have to trust me on this, I’ve done the research. And just like a little lamb he can’t help but to succumb to the urge and flock together into a herd with Cara and her curved stick. Her impossible promises, her used goods, her….son of a b¡tch!”
(BoolZ looks down at his burnt fingers as he drops cigarette.)
BoolZ; “You know what, dude. My back is killing me, and I don’t have time for this. Glad you enjoyed the show.”
(BoolZ turns to walk away again this time looking down at his fingers.)
Brian; “Yeah, well I hope you feel all 21 Deaths when Aragato’s done with you.”
(BoolZ turns around one more time to respond.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I tell ya what. If you’re gonna hang out and wait awhile you might see him. If you do I want you to tell him 土曜日に、あなたの自殺は、何と かして続きます.”
Brian; “What?”
BoolZ; “Tell him one way or the other this Saturday his suicide continues. I’ve done the foot work on this, you’re gonna have to trust me.”
Brian; “Yeah, whatever.”
BoolZ; “Another thing, dude, who still wears flannel?”
(Brian without anything to say stands there as BoolZ turns again to walk away.)
Fat Kid; “Ha Ha!”
(We follow BoolZ into the parking lot as he makes a straight line towards the ‘U-Suk’ mobile causing him to walk right in front of a port-a-potty as the door flings open, and almost smashes him in the face.)
BoolZ; “Been that kinda night I guess.”
(Emily with a disgusted look on her face exits with a wad of toilet paper on her hand as she tries not to touch anything.)
BoolZ; “A bit over dressed aren’t ya?”
(With an ‘It’s been that kind of night’ look.)
Emily; “You know what? Tonight was supposed to be special. It was supposed to save my relationship. We were supposed to get all dressed up, go have a nice meal, get out of his parents house for just one night, and relax. Instead he gets home from work, says he’s got a great surprise for me, whisks me away, sits me next to a bunch of sweaty drunk men, and ignores me the whole time. I try to play the good sport, and hold out hope that this is just the beginning. That it will get better as the night progresses, that he will change out of that stupid pot smelling flannel, and we’ll get some kind of romance for the night. What happens? I have to wander this darker than sh¡t parking lot to find a toilet while he waits for some blonde bimbo, so he can ogle her in person by the back door.”
(You can almost see the light turn on in RBI’s head. With a sympathetic look.)
BoolZ; “You know if he’s waiting for Costello it might be awhile still. Last I heard she was having some kinda group meeting with her boys… Maybe it won’t take that long after all. Anyway, I can tell you’ve had a rough night. Do you need a ride somewhere?”
(Cautiously Emily looks over BoolZ weighing out the fact she really wants to leave against the possibility of a crime scene ‘B’.)
Emily; “Yeah, I just want to leave.”
BoolZ; “Alright well my truck is just here.”
(Neither say a word as we follow them to the Red Bull Icon’s moving truck. The look on Emily’s face, a mix of concern and relief, tells a story of a beaten woman. She just doesn’t care anymore. BoolZ opens the sliding cargo door, and dumps his backpack on the floor. Briefly we get a glimpse of stacked tables, folded chairs, silver ladders, and fluorescent light tubes before BoolZ slams the door shut.)
Emily; “What’s all that stuff for?”
BoolZ; “Tools of the trade.”
Emily; “Sorry?”
BoolZ; “Well sometimes you need a few extra lights to show you the way. Sometimes you need a chair to hammer your point across. Sometimes you need a crowbar to pry the truth out of your opponent. I like to be prepared.”
(Getting in the truck.)
Emily; “Boy Scout, huh? So how long have you wanted to be a wrestler?”
BoolZ; “Since before the internet was raping my childhood heroes.”
(The scene fades out as the we watch the ‘U-Suk’ mobile pull out of the parking stall, and drive away.)
Women; “I thought you were taking me somewhere nice, Brian.”
(The man takes a break from rubbernecking the door.)
Brian; “Emily, this is nice. We saw history tonight! Sure we could have celebrated our two year anniversary at some fancy restaurant. We could have gotten a hotel room, so we didn’t have to worry about waking up my parents. We could have spent money I don’t have so you could feel special for a night. Instead though we saw history! Delcan never put together a group like that. We saw Cara showing the world just how much of a force she is in the GIW. I only hope we get to see more. I mean we saw history. Listen when we’re married and old and have grandkids you get to tell them you were there when Cara started her journey to Global Domination.”
Emily; “Yeah, I bet you hope you get to see more of that skank. What your porn isn’t enough of her? How much longer are we going to stand here? My feet hurt, that fat kid over there keeps staring at me, and I have to pee.”
(Showing a bit of frustration to the fact that his girlfriend just doesn’t get it.)
Brian; “Listen we’ll leave as soon as I get Cara’s autograph. That’s all I want.”
Emily; “I have to pee!”
Brian; “Well there’s a port-a-potty out that way in the parking lot. That’s the best I can do.”
(Emily shoots Brian an icy glare before turning around, and heading off into the parking lot alone. Brian with an air of relief turns back around in anticipation of the door opening and catches the kid staring at Emily’s round firm backside.)
Brian; “Hey fatty, she’s mine!”
(The kid, in his early teens, freezes for a second until the door clicks and opens. The crowd in unison perk up in eagerness and wonder as to who is coming out.)
Brian; “CARA!”
(Before the door is all the way open a puff of smoke escapes into the warm night air, and the sound of an 8.3 ounce aluminum can popping open can be heard. Out steps BoolZ with a black backpack on his shoulders and a disgruntled look on his face to the dismay of easily half the crowd. He is greeted with indifference by most of the rest, but both early teenage girls eagerly ask for autographs.)
Brian; “Whoa, whoa, watch out everyone. The little Red Bull Junky’s about to do a flip! Aint that right, pretty boy?”
(BoolZ can’t help but smile at the comment as the crowd starts laughing. BoolZ takes a swig of this Red Bull, finishes signing the first autograph, sets his bag on the ground, takes his cigarette from his mouth to flick the ash before returning it for another drag, and holds out his hands as if to back up the crowd. Looking at Brian.)
BoolZ; “Ready?”
(BoolZ clears his throat, adjusts his feet, and attempts to center himself. He hands one of the girls his Red Bull, slowly reaches out with his hands, and gives Brian the double bird.)
BoolZ; “Impressed?”
(Taking back his Red Bull, picking up his bag, and BoolZ begins to walk away as the crowd erupts with laughter at Brian’s expense.)
Brian; “Oh yeah very impressed. Hell not everyone can get smeared all over the mat, have tweens clamoring for their John Hancock, and still have to stuff to insult an group of real wrestling fans. I can’t wait for next week when Aragato and the rest of Global Domination rip you apart again.”
(Stopping BoolZ again can’t help but smile at the comment as he turns around, and takes the cigarette from his lips.)
BoolZ; “Really, Global Domination? You think they’ll be able to pull it off next week? ‘Cause I gotta tell ya, I have my doubts. No I think if they were gonna be some great force they wouldn’t have screwed it up this week. I mean this was their chance. They had the element of surprise on their side, they had all the power of the office, they had the numbers, and they still dropped the ball. I mean ‘The Headliner’ and myself weren’t even on the card, and we still beat Hastings and Savage. The only think saving Deathman from being squashed by Brandon Browns larger than life buddy was one of his cronies screwing it up, and getting him disqualified. Kumosube had everything in his favor in his match. Brown had no clue who he was facing, then he out weighted him by like a full car, he had Cara the acting HBIC in his corner, and he still needed someone to turn out the arena lights before Brown turned his out. They hardly looked like Global Domination, and I don’t see it getting any better for that bunch of cartoons.
I mean let’s for a second ignore their less than stellar debut, and instead look at the future. Sooner or later it’s going to sink in to that carriage riding jack-o-lantern that Savage cost him, the number one contender, a match against the champs’ boy. Sooner or later it’s gonna hit Misery that Calypso is the number one contender for her title. Sooner or later Delcan is gonna heal up, Cara’s gonna tell him what a force she put together, Delcan’s gonna watch it implode, and I wouldn’t be surprised if from the embarrassment he sent her packing. She can go back to her pimp if he’ll take her, she could make her triumphant return to the world of underground bondage videos, hell she could even just meet back up with Aragato and continue their philosophical debates. Either way after losing control of Delcan’s empire I don’t think he would care too much.
And speaking of Aragato, fµck man, you know I wrestled in Japan for two years. I went all over that tiny little island, wrestling whatever kinda match they’d put me in, and all I heard was Aragato. Takahashi, my translator, all he wanted to talk about was Aragato. All I heard was Mr. Deathmatch, King of the Deathmatch, デスマッチ氏, and how badass this guy was before he came stateside. So I’m plannin’ on a return to U.S. soil, I find out where Aragato calls home, I sign up, and what do I see? I see a joke of himself bringing shame and dishonor to his ancestors. No more is he the crazy brutal killer. No now he’s just some twerp riding around on the back of an ox sized bully tormenting reporters and representing Team Rocket. All I find is a frightened failure weeping into the breast of cowardice’s warm gentle embrace. You’ll have to trust me on this, I’ve done the research. And just like a little lamb he can’t help but to succumb to the urge and flock together into a herd with Cara and her curved stick. Her impossible promises, her used goods, her….son of a b¡tch!”
(BoolZ looks down at his burnt fingers as he drops cigarette.)
BoolZ; “You know what, dude. My back is killing me, and I don’t have time for this. Glad you enjoyed the show.”
(BoolZ turns to walk away again this time looking down at his fingers.)
Brian; “Yeah, well I hope you feel all 21 Deaths when Aragato’s done with you.”
(BoolZ turns around one more time to respond.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I tell ya what. If you’re gonna hang out and wait awhile you might see him. If you do I want you to tell him 土曜日に、あなたの自殺は、何と かして続きます.”
Brian; “What?”
BoolZ; “Tell him one way or the other this Saturday his suicide continues. I’ve done the foot work on this, you’re gonna have to trust me.”
Brian; “Yeah, whatever.”
BoolZ; “Another thing, dude, who still wears flannel?”
(Brian without anything to say stands there as BoolZ turns again to walk away.)
Fat Kid; “Ha Ha!”
(We follow BoolZ into the parking lot as he makes a straight line towards the ‘U-Suk’ mobile causing him to walk right in front of a port-a-potty as the door flings open, and almost smashes him in the face.)
BoolZ; “Been that kinda night I guess.”
(Emily with a disgusted look on her face exits with a wad of toilet paper on her hand as she tries not to touch anything.)
BoolZ; “A bit over dressed aren’t ya?”
(With an ‘It’s been that kind of night’ look.)
Emily; “You know what? Tonight was supposed to be special. It was supposed to save my relationship. We were supposed to get all dressed up, go have a nice meal, get out of his parents house for just one night, and relax. Instead he gets home from work, says he’s got a great surprise for me, whisks me away, sits me next to a bunch of sweaty drunk men, and ignores me the whole time. I try to play the good sport, and hold out hope that this is just the beginning. That it will get better as the night progresses, that he will change out of that stupid pot smelling flannel, and we’ll get some kind of romance for the night. What happens? I have to wander this darker than sh¡t parking lot to find a toilet while he waits for some blonde bimbo, so he can ogle her in person by the back door.”
(You can almost see the light turn on in RBI’s head. With a sympathetic look.)
BoolZ; “You know if he’s waiting for Costello it might be awhile still. Last I heard she was having some kinda group meeting with her boys… Maybe it won’t take that long after all. Anyway, I can tell you’ve had a rough night. Do you need a ride somewhere?”
(Cautiously Emily looks over BoolZ weighing out the fact she really wants to leave against the possibility of a crime scene ‘B’.)
Emily; “Yeah, I just want to leave.”
BoolZ; “Alright well my truck is just here.”
(Neither say a word as we follow them to the Red Bull Icon’s moving truck. The look on Emily’s face, a mix of concern and relief, tells a story of a beaten woman. She just doesn’t care anymore. BoolZ opens the sliding cargo door, and dumps his backpack on the floor. Briefly we get a glimpse of stacked tables, folded chairs, silver ladders, and fluorescent light tubes before BoolZ slams the door shut.)
Emily; “What’s all that stuff for?”
BoolZ; “Tools of the trade.”
Emily; “Sorry?”
BoolZ; “Well sometimes you need a few extra lights to show you the way. Sometimes you need a chair to hammer your point across. Sometimes you need a crowbar to pry the truth out of your opponent. I like to be prepared.”
(Getting in the truck.)
Emily; “Boy Scout, huh? So how long have you wanted to be a wrestler?”
BoolZ; “Since before the internet was raping my childhood heroes.”
(The scene fades out as the we watch the ‘U-Suk’ mobile pull out of the parking stall, and drive away.)
