Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 21:28:47 GMT -5
(Our scene opens to the inside of an off highway Waffle House all night diner in the dead of night. The tables are mostly empty as a brutish female cook cleans her grill. The smells of burnt waffles, freshly opened canned fruit, and bleach fill the air as we survey our surroundings. By the sight of a large group of just out of high school kids, most very happily tipsy, occupying three tables towards the back alerts us that this must be the after party hangout in whatever small town we’re in. Our attention is quickly captured by a maybe 18 year old girl. She brushes her jet black hair off her face as she giggles and grins with huge pouty ruby red lips. Her satin smooth slightly tanned skin gives way to the stark contrast of her very pale spaghetti strap tan lines on her shoulders. Mesmerized we can’t help but follow the path of her un-tanned skin to the very top of her tube top which barely holds back the almost too big breasts being restrained just a thin piece of cotton away. She continues joking and talking with her friends occasionally adjusting her top much to our chagrin while watch and enjoy the show. She reaches up with her six ringed hand, her silver hooped bracelets glitter in the fluorescent lighting, and she picks up her sweet tea no lemon. Sipping from the straw, teasing a few of the boys at her table, and looking through us the smile vanishes quickly replaced with revulsion.)
Young Lady; “Eww, what the fuck are you two needle dicks staring at?”
(Two? We turn to see who she’s yelling at, and see the only other table with anyone there. We see two red faced, shaggy haired, foul smelling teen aged boys quickly turn their heads back to the hash browns on the plates in front of them. One of the boys breaths deeply as he bites his lip before blurting out.)
Teen Boy; “I love you Val! Please just one date?”
(We look back to the young lady, and witness a look of horror fall over Valery’s face. She quickly says something to man wearing a high school lettermen’s jacket before standing up, and storming out of the diner. Her apple shaped bottom swaying back and forth in a hypnotic inducing rhythm. Both boys as well as our own eyes can’t help but follow her every move. Suddenly we’re brought back to reality as the sounds of two very heavy hands come crashing down on the table nearly causing a glass of chocolate milk to topple over. We watch as the owner of the milk looks at the letterman, fear seeping from every pore.)
Lettermen; “If I catch either one of you little bitches so much as looking at my girl again I’m gonna fuck your shit up! We clear?”
(The two kids sit silent, frozen, afraid.)
Lettermen; “John, Daniel, either one of you two little virgins don’t understand? I will fuck your shit up this is your only warning.”
(The young boy wearing a faded ROH shirt looks up with saucer sized eyes behind his glasses.)
Kid; “She isn’t even yours, Cory. She only hangs out with you ‘cause you can get her drunk. Hell John and I could do same. She isn’t yours.”
(John, clearly the other kid, never takes his eyes off his covered, smothered, topped, chopped, and diced plate. Cory the lettermen smirks before plunging his index finger deep into his left nostril. He closes his eyes, curls his lips, and raises his eyebrows as he pulls a long, gooey, slimy booger from his nose. He looks at Daniel while letting the inch long green piece of nose candy hang off his finger. Slowly, testing this bullies victims resolve, he presses his finger into the ketchup soaked shredded potatoes that sit in front of Daniel.)
Cory; “Yeah, well that ain’t mine now either, but my fingers still all slick. Wanna smell it? Wanna eat it? Only warning dipcrap. I catch you looking at her again, and I’ll fuck your shit up.”
(Cory slowly removes his finger, wipes the ketchup off on Daniels favorite shirt, and leaves the Waffle House. We see through the pane glass window as he walks up to Val and tries to comfort, or bang, her. Back inside with Daniel and John, John finally looks up from his late night meal.)
John; “Dude, you just got owned. No, no, like pwned!”
Daniel; “Dude whatever. He’s lucky he left. I was just almost ready to get all crazy on him. Get all Sean Jensen on him, and curb stomp that booger digger into next week. That’s as real as it gets!”
John; “Yeah I’m sure. Dude, you’re such a mark.”
(Finally pushing his plate to the side.)
Daniel; “Whatever. Shit he’s just lucky he didn’t spill my chocolate milk, that’s all I can say. And where’s that damned waitress?”
John; “Yeah, well what about your obsession with Sean Jensen?”
Daniel; “Dude, it’s not an obsession. I just think he’s the best thing in wrestling today, and come Guerilla Warfare he’s gonna end Austin’s title reign. Check it out, who’s gonna be able to knock the Real Innovator out of this tourney?”
John; “What about BoolZ? The kid’s undefeated. He’s down nothing but pick up wins over Global Domination since he started. All your boyfriends done is pick up new followers to his band of merry men, and almost get another chic wrecked by Austin.”
(In shock at the mere mention. In denial about what just happened.)
Daniel; “BoolZ? Yeah right, he ain’t even gonna make it past Aragato this week. He’s out in the first round.”
John; “Dan, does your markdom know no bounds. He’s already beat Aragato. He beat Aragato with Komosube and Cara at ringside.”
Daniel; “Yeah but this match is Hardcore. Come on he’s facing Mr. Deathmatch in a Hardcore match. I’ll bet you even money Komo, Savage, Hastings, or Deathman come down to the ring, probably all of them, and make sure BoolZ doesn’t leave in one piece.”
John; “What? Are you crazy? The only name you just listed that BoolZ doesn’t have a win against is Komosube. Check it out. Savage and Hastings got beat their first night as a team by BoolZ and Roberts. Deathman, Hastings, and Aragato all lost to BoolZ, Brown, and Austin just last week, so really BoolZ has two wins over Aragato already. How exactly is Aragato supposed to win?”
Daniel; “Because this is Hardcore. Come on, 21 Deaths is legal, hell everything’s legal. How is Aragato supposed to lose?”
John; “Hardcore? Hardcore? You still havn’t watched those tapes I gave you, huh? I mean BoolZ drives a U-Haul moving truck full of plunder, panties, and Red Bull. I think he knows a thing or three about Hardcore.”
Daniel; “Yeah he knows a thing or five about getting beat up. Hell there’s been what like two Sentinels that he wasn’t left lying on the mat by the end of the match?”
John; “Yeah left lying and victorious… after the match. He’s won every match he’s been in. Despite Global Domination trying to beat him. Hell Cara went looking for someone to beat him, and Roberts failed to get the job done.”
Daniel; “Yeah he lost, then kicked the shit outta that Red Bull Junkie.”
John; “Yeah, he LOST! Everyone’s lost against him because he finds a way to win. That jock wannabe in his first match was bigger, Aragato might even be faster, Roberts just may be better, but they all lost.”
Daniel; “Yeah cause of some fluke. Cause they took pity on him. Cause they wore themselves out kicking the hell out him. Please Aragato’s gonna hurt him, and if he doesn’t then this will be the night Global Domination finally puts out BoolZ.”
John; “What? No, I bet you that ain’t even the real Aragato. I bet in a ploy to boost ratings Declan hired some Chinamen, threw some paint on him, and told him to play along.”
Daniel; “Wait did you just say that wasn’t even the real Aragato? Are you still high? That’s ridiculous. Hey, John, John.”
(John started to stare off to the far wall as Daniel started talking. Daniel noticing Johns distraction turns, as do we, and look towards the bathrooms. To our surprise we see BoolZ with a cigarette in his mouth, and a pair of light pink panties in his hand, walk out of the mens room following a young fit woman wearing a pair of tight jeans, Waffle House yellow shirt, a white apron, and the contented look of afterglow. BoolZ gives a swift swat to the firm rear of the waitress, notices the attention on his way out of the restaurant, nods, and walks out the front door. We follow his movements with Daniel and John, looking through the pane glass window, as RBI walks past Val and Cory. Val her eyes locked on BoolZ pulls Cory from her neck, and clearly says something to the Red Bull Icon. Cory frustrated begins waving his hands and shouting something. Too far behind the window to hear the conversation we see BoolZ stop, size up the raven haired piece of jailbait, shake his head, and wave her off before flicking his almost finished cigarette at Cory. We watch as BoolZ steps into the ‘U-Suk’ mobile, and pulls out of the parking lot.)
Daniel; “Dude did you see that! That was awesome!”
John; “Now you’re a fan?”
Waitress; “Hey, sorry about the wait. How’s everything? Can I get you a new milk?”
(From the counter.)
Cook; “Heidi! Girl get over here. How was it?”
(Our scene ends as the waitress, Heidi, walks gingerly from the table leaving the two kids in awe.)
Young Lady; “Eww, what the fuck are you two needle dicks staring at?”
(Two? We turn to see who she’s yelling at, and see the only other table with anyone there. We see two red faced, shaggy haired, foul smelling teen aged boys quickly turn their heads back to the hash browns on the plates in front of them. One of the boys breaths deeply as he bites his lip before blurting out.)
Teen Boy; “I love you Val! Please just one date?”
(We look back to the young lady, and witness a look of horror fall over Valery’s face. She quickly says something to man wearing a high school lettermen’s jacket before standing up, and storming out of the diner. Her apple shaped bottom swaying back and forth in a hypnotic inducing rhythm. Both boys as well as our own eyes can’t help but follow her every move. Suddenly we’re brought back to reality as the sounds of two very heavy hands come crashing down on the table nearly causing a glass of chocolate milk to topple over. We watch as the owner of the milk looks at the letterman, fear seeping from every pore.)
Lettermen; “If I catch either one of you little bitches so much as looking at my girl again I’m gonna fuck your shit up! We clear?”
(The two kids sit silent, frozen, afraid.)
Lettermen; “John, Daniel, either one of you two little virgins don’t understand? I will fuck your shit up this is your only warning.”
(The young boy wearing a faded ROH shirt looks up with saucer sized eyes behind his glasses.)
Kid; “She isn’t even yours, Cory. She only hangs out with you ‘cause you can get her drunk. Hell John and I could do same. She isn’t yours.”
(John, clearly the other kid, never takes his eyes off his covered, smothered, topped, chopped, and diced plate. Cory the lettermen smirks before plunging his index finger deep into his left nostril. He closes his eyes, curls his lips, and raises his eyebrows as he pulls a long, gooey, slimy booger from his nose. He looks at Daniel while letting the inch long green piece of nose candy hang off his finger. Slowly, testing this bullies victims resolve, he presses his finger into the ketchup soaked shredded potatoes that sit in front of Daniel.)
Cory; “Yeah, well that ain’t mine now either, but my fingers still all slick. Wanna smell it? Wanna eat it? Only warning dipcrap. I catch you looking at her again, and I’ll fuck your shit up.”
(Cory slowly removes his finger, wipes the ketchup off on Daniels favorite shirt, and leaves the Waffle House. We see through the pane glass window as he walks up to Val and tries to comfort, or bang, her. Back inside with Daniel and John, John finally looks up from his late night meal.)
John; “Dude, you just got owned. No, no, like pwned!”
Daniel; “Dude whatever. He’s lucky he left. I was just almost ready to get all crazy on him. Get all Sean Jensen on him, and curb stomp that booger digger into next week. That’s as real as it gets!”
John; “Yeah I’m sure. Dude, you’re such a mark.”
(Finally pushing his plate to the side.)
Daniel; “Whatever. Shit he’s just lucky he didn’t spill my chocolate milk, that’s all I can say. And where’s that damned waitress?”
John; “Yeah, well what about your obsession with Sean Jensen?”
Daniel; “Dude, it’s not an obsession. I just think he’s the best thing in wrestling today, and come Guerilla Warfare he’s gonna end Austin’s title reign. Check it out, who’s gonna be able to knock the Real Innovator out of this tourney?”
John; “What about BoolZ? The kid’s undefeated. He’s down nothing but pick up wins over Global Domination since he started. All your boyfriends done is pick up new followers to his band of merry men, and almost get another chic wrecked by Austin.”
(In shock at the mere mention. In denial about what just happened.)
Daniel; “BoolZ? Yeah right, he ain’t even gonna make it past Aragato this week. He’s out in the first round.”
John; “Dan, does your markdom know no bounds. He’s already beat Aragato. He beat Aragato with Komosube and Cara at ringside.”
Daniel; “Yeah but this match is Hardcore. Come on he’s facing Mr. Deathmatch in a Hardcore match. I’ll bet you even money Komo, Savage, Hastings, or Deathman come down to the ring, probably all of them, and make sure BoolZ doesn’t leave in one piece.”
John; “What? Are you crazy? The only name you just listed that BoolZ doesn’t have a win against is Komosube. Check it out. Savage and Hastings got beat their first night as a team by BoolZ and Roberts. Deathman, Hastings, and Aragato all lost to BoolZ, Brown, and Austin just last week, so really BoolZ has two wins over Aragato already. How exactly is Aragato supposed to win?”
Daniel; “Because this is Hardcore. Come on, 21 Deaths is legal, hell everything’s legal. How is Aragato supposed to lose?”
John; “Hardcore? Hardcore? You still havn’t watched those tapes I gave you, huh? I mean BoolZ drives a U-Haul moving truck full of plunder, panties, and Red Bull. I think he knows a thing or three about Hardcore.”
Daniel; “Yeah he knows a thing or five about getting beat up. Hell there’s been what like two Sentinels that he wasn’t left lying on the mat by the end of the match?”
John; “Yeah left lying and victorious… after the match. He’s won every match he’s been in. Despite Global Domination trying to beat him. Hell Cara went looking for someone to beat him, and Roberts failed to get the job done.”
Daniel; “Yeah he lost, then kicked the shit outta that Red Bull Junkie.”
John; “Yeah, he LOST! Everyone’s lost against him because he finds a way to win. That jock wannabe in his first match was bigger, Aragato might even be faster, Roberts just may be better, but they all lost.”
Daniel; “Yeah cause of some fluke. Cause they took pity on him. Cause they wore themselves out kicking the hell out him. Please Aragato’s gonna hurt him, and if he doesn’t then this will be the night Global Domination finally puts out BoolZ.”
John; “What? No, I bet you that ain’t even the real Aragato. I bet in a ploy to boost ratings Declan hired some Chinamen, threw some paint on him, and told him to play along.”
Daniel; “Wait did you just say that wasn’t even the real Aragato? Are you still high? That’s ridiculous. Hey, John, John.”
(John started to stare off to the far wall as Daniel started talking. Daniel noticing Johns distraction turns, as do we, and look towards the bathrooms. To our surprise we see BoolZ with a cigarette in his mouth, and a pair of light pink panties in his hand, walk out of the mens room following a young fit woman wearing a pair of tight jeans, Waffle House yellow shirt, a white apron, and the contented look of afterglow. BoolZ gives a swift swat to the firm rear of the waitress, notices the attention on his way out of the restaurant, nods, and walks out the front door. We follow his movements with Daniel and John, looking through the pane glass window, as RBI walks past Val and Cory. Val her eyes locked on BoolZ pulls Cory from her neck, and clearly says something to the Red Bull Icon. Cory frustrated begins waving his hands and shouting something. Too far behind the window to hear the conversation we see BoolZ stop, size up the raven haired piece of jailbait, shake his head, and wave her off before flicking his almost finished cigarette at Cory. We watch as BoolZ steps into the ‘U-Suk’ mobile, and pulls out of the parking lot.)
Daniel; “Dude did you see that! That was awesome!”
John; “Now you’re a fan?”
Waitress; “Hey, sorry about the wait. How’s everything? Can I get you a new milk?”
(From the counter.)
Cook; “Heidi! Girl get over here. How was it?”
(Our scene ends as the waitress, Heidi, walks gingerly from the table leaving the two kids in awe.)
