Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 22:09:01 GMT -5
-Last Saturday as the Main event is beginning-
(Our scene opens as the main event entrances are being conducted in the GIW Arena. We are following a sweaty and tired BoolZ as he staggers down the hallway leaning on equipment cases for support. The GIW Hardcore title on his shoulder, his hand on the back of his head, and his record finally blemished.
The looks on the faces of the people he passes tells the story. They look of uneasy uncertainty. They look of cautious condolences. They look of simple smugness. BoolZ has the same look of quiet confidence muddled with pain that he’s had since first signing with the GIW all those weeks ago.
Finally arriving at his now private locker room, he has to pass a small group of ring crew on his way to the door, he greats them, and one of them speaks up.)
BoolZ; “Larry, Joe, D, Steve, sup guys? Christian how’re the kids?”
Christian; “They’re good thanks for asking.”
Larry; “Hey man, sorry about your match.”
(With Larry’s words the other four men turn their attention to the floor, the rafters, down the other hallway, the make-up girl leaving Chris Austins locker room down the hall, any where but BoolZ. BoolZ, himself staring at the make-up girl, but clearly taken aback by comment.)
BoolZ; “Thanks. I guess. Can’t win them all, right?”
Joe; “Guess not. We were pulling for you though.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, thanks. Hey I’ll see you guys next week.”
Steve; “Yeah, later BoolZ.”
BoolZ; “Take care guys.”
(As BoolZ enters his room and shuts the door behind him four of the group glare at Larry as they start to walk off.)
Larry; “What?”
(Back in the locker room we see BoolZ enter, oblivious to his surroundings. Conni looks up from a small leopard pint pet bed in the corner before putting his head back down. BoolZ tosses the Hardcore title on a small couch set up in front of a television showing the match, and continues his way towards the shower while untying the draw strings on his tights.
Out of view the sounds of a shower being run can be heard, steams quickly begins to bellow from the doorway, and a pair of tall black and blue kick pads lazily fly towards a bag across from the bathroom. The sound of a shower curtain screeching as it’s pulled back then forward can be heard as the water now has a target. On the couch staring at the freshly shinned Hardcore title belt sits Quinn.
We met the 34DD fitness enthusiast last week at the gym. We met again a few hours earlier outside of the GIW Arena. The look on her face now hints at disapproval for not being met before BoolZ got in the shower. She stands up, looks towards the bathroom, then back at the belt, and finally back towards the shower. She picks up the title kicking off her sandals, and follows RBI’s path while pulling her tank top off with her back to the camera. After a few moments a pair of faded jeans soar through the air landing on the kick pads, the sound of the shower curtain being yanked back, and then the meeting.)
BoolZ; “What the fuc…”
*THUD!*
(Quinn’s giggling, BoolZ’s sighing, and the water running are our only sounds.)
Quinn; “Surprised?”
BoolZ; “Oh Quinn, I didn’t know you were gonna wait back here. I thought security had shown you to one of the skyboxes.”
Quinn; “Well they were gonna, but I told them I would just wait for you. Surprise.”
BoolZ; “Wow, that belt looks really good you. Now take it off.”
Quinn; “Oh yeah? Are you hardcore enough to make me?”
(We shift our focus to Conni who pays no attention to the scene as we fade out.)
-Sunday 16:47-
(Our scene reopens inside the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile. BoolZ is speeding down the highway with Conni comfortably laying in the passenger seat. A cigarette hangs between the RBI’s lips, a fresh can of Red Bull sits in the cup holder, and a small cell phone pressed in his ear. The 14 foot former U-Haul truck weaves through light traffic as BoolZ momentarily lets go of the wheel to flick his ashes out of the window while talking into the phone.)
BoolZ; “You weren’t even at ringside, you’re not even a competitor, why are you sorry?”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “People lose matches, Leo it happens. Hell I’m not even worried about, but everyone keeps apologizing. There’s no need to comfort me. Besides that’s not even why I called.”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “Well you remember that girl I was with yesterday?”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “Yeah, Quinn. Hey man listen do me a favor, and don’t let her in the arena anymore. I think she might have some issues.”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “Excuse me? Yeah I know you and your guys aren’t bouncers, but you are security damnit. Listen just what ever she tells you she is not going to be my guest. I mean this broad shows up in the parking lot, I’ve got no idea how long she was there waiting for me, but then boom there she is. I mean hours before show time. Leo, you know me. The only people that show up before me to the arena are Declan and Cara.
I mean let’s think about this. It’s like six hours before the gates open, and she’s hanging out in the parking lot. How long would she have waited? Something doesn’t sit right with that.”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “Alright thanks, and stop saying you’re sorry. It was one friggin’ match.”
(BoolZ hangs up the phone, dumps it into the other cup holder, takes a final drag of his cigarette before tossing it out of the window, and then finishes his Red Bull. He continues speeding through slightly heavier traffic as he looks down to Conni while the scene fades out.)
-Tuesday 11:32-
(We rejoin the Red Bull Icon as he walks into a small convenience store with Conni following close behind. A small Japanese man stands behind the cash register almost hidden behind a wall of cigarettes and Lotto scratch off tickets. An inquisitive look falls on the skinny man as he peers at BoolZ almost analyzing his every step.
BoolZ makes a b-line to the back wall which is covered by glass fronted refrigerator units. Finding his prize BoolZ swings open the brass handled door, pulls out a two cans of Red Bull, and makes his way to check out. By now the Japanese man is shouting in his native tongue to the back, and RBI and an extremely old man arrive at the desk at the same time. BoolZ places the Red Bull on the counter and reaches for his wallet as the old man squints and struggles to take in all of BoolZ.)
BoolZ; “And can I get two packs of Marlboro Blend 27s.”
(The original cashier looks over to the elder who now wide eyed mumbles something in Japanese.)
BoolZ; “Wait what was that?”
Cashier; “No, nothing, you leave.”
BoolZ; “No, what was saying?”
Cashier; “Nothing, leave, you get out of my store.”
BoolZ; “You’re not going to ring me up?”
(Hurriedly the cashier reaches over his head, pulls down the cigarettes, slides to BoolZ with the Red Bull, and almost in a panic responds.)
Cashier; “No! On the house, you just leave. YOU LEAVE NOW!”
(BoolZ looks back to the old man, his face matching in color to his pearl white hair, and mumbles something back in Japanese. The old mans jaw opens as he fights for his words, and loses. BoolZ looks at he two men, picks up the Red Bull and smokes, and marches out of the store Conni in tow.
Out side he stops at a trash can, packs and opens the first pack of cigarettes, puts the other in his cargo pocket, puts a Red Bull in his back pocket, lights a cigarette, pops open a Red Bull, and looks down to Conni.)
BoolZ; “Cursed? It was one friggin’ match. If I’m so cursed then why did I just get my Red Bull free.”
(Conni looks back to BoolZ, panting in the late summer sun, and puzzled.)
BoolZ; “Don’t look at me like that Conni. It was one match, if you want to feel sorry for someone feel sorry for Brandon Brown. I mean it wasn’t to long ago our great planner of a leader Declan was ‘forcing’ Komo to lay down so he could be the one to advance to In Your Hands.
Our great planner, we’re led to believe, didn’t think Komo would object. Boom Hiroshima’s out of G.D. conveniently right before it implodes, and shortly before Declan spontaneously decides to hang’em up. The fans loving Komo now vote him into the title match, but all that was covered already by Prescott right?
He even walked us through the birth of his alliance with Roberts, why they picked Komo to be the next champ, and how they made him champion. What they didn’t explain was why Roberts is now in a three on one handicap match against Brown, Declans hand picked champion, and the former big man of Global Domination. Are we to believe they slipped up, and really think Roberts can beat the damn near everyone who’s ever held the Global Heavy Weight Championship? Or maybe there’s something else working here. Maybe Komo was in on the plan all along, maybe Global Domination isn’t as dead as everyone thinks and Deathman is on it, and maybe Roberts isn’t the guy facing three opponents this week. Declan hates Brown, and I wouldn’t put it past him to orchestrate this whole thing to make Brown hang’em up too. I mean really Declan couldn’t get the job done alone, Deathman couldn’t do it, as big as he is I don’t think ox head can do it, but with Roberts helping maybe the four of them can finally beat Brandon Brown.
It was one match Conni, and if you gotta feel bad for someone because of one match then feel bad for Brandon after he walks into an ambush.
Come on.”
(Our scene ends as BoolZ and Conni walk off. Through the window we see the cashier watching closing as they leave while the older man is lighting some incense and appears to be preying.)
-Friday 05:30-
(We are on a high school football field. The orange clay track surrounding the field has just begun picking up the first rays of the morning sun. The grass still damp from the morning dew encourages Conni to run and play. BoolZ and Chris Austin are seen stretching before a morning run silently mostly until BoolZ breaks the moment.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, well thanks.”
Austin; “For what?”
BoolZ; “The quiet. It’s been a weird week.”
Austin; “Yeah, ok. So what’s going on? Why didn’t you want to work out at the gym?”
BoolZ; “Ah, it’s a long story. And what’s with all the working out anyway? You’ve always been in great shape, but I’ve never known you to exercise so much.”
Austin; “Oh I was working out. It was just with different partners.”
BoolZ; “Got it.”
(It appears their warm ups are complete as both men walk out onto the track. Conni quickly joins them.)
Austin; “Hey I got a favor to ask you.”
BoolZ; “Alright, what do you got?
Austin; “Well I was wondering if it’s not too much trouble. Can you try not to lose this week?”
(With that Austin takes off down the track with a steady but easy pace. BoolZ with an exhausted look glances down at Conni before trying to catch up.)
BoolZ; “Come on Conni.”
(We zoom out as BoolZ and Conni begin following Austin. We zoom out until we are in the parking lot of the high school. We zoom out until Quinn can be seen wearing BoolZ’s black and blue kick pads overlooking the track.)
Quinn; “Why don’t you ever call, Randy?”
(We zoom out until there is nothing else to see.)
(Our scene opens as the main event entrances are being conducted in the GIW Arena. We are following a sweaty and tired BoolZ as he staggers down the hallway leaning on equipment cases for support. The GIW Hardcore title on his shoulder, his hand on the back of his head, and his record finally blemished.
The looks on the faces of the people he passes tells the story. They look of uneasy uncertainty. They look of cautious condolences. They look of simple smugness. BoolZ has the same look of quiet confidence muddled with pain that he’s had since first signing with the GIW all those weeks ago.
Finally arriving at his now private locker room, he has to pass a small group of ring crew on his way to the door, he greats them, and one of them speaks up.)
BoolZ; “Larry, Joe, D, Steve, sup guys? Christian how’re the kids?”
Christian; “They’re good thanks for asking.”
Larry; “Hey man, sorry about your match.”
(With Larry’s words the other four men turn their attention to the floor, the rafters, down the other hallway, the make-up girl leaving Chris Austins locker room down the hall, any where but BoolZ. BoolZ, himself staring at the make-up girl, but clearly taken aback by comment.)
BoolZ; “Thanks. I guess. Can’t win them all, right?”
Joe; “Guess not. We were pulling for you though.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, thanks. Hey I’ll see you guys next week.”
Steve; “Yeah, later BoolZ.”
BoolZ; “Take care guys.”
(As BoolZ enters his room and shuts the door behind him four of the group glare at Larry as they start to walk off.)
Larry; “What?”
(Back in the locker room we see BoolZ enter, oblivious to his surroundings. Conni looks up from a small leopard pint pet bed in the corner before putting his head back down. BoolZ tosses the Hardcore title on a small couch set up in front of a television showing the match, and continues his way towards the shower while untying the draw strings on his tights.
Out of view the sounds of a shower being run can be heard, steams quickly begins to bellow from the doorway, and a pair of tall black and blue kick pads lazily fly towards a bag across from the bathroom. The sound of a shower curtain screeching as it’s pulled back then forward can be heard as the water now has a target. On the couch staring at the freshly shinned Hardcore title belt sits Quinn.
We met the 34DD fitness enthusiast last week at the gym. We met again a few hours earlier outside of the GIW Arena. The look on her face now hints at disapproval for not being met before BoolZ got in the shower. She stands up, looks towards the bathroom, then back at the belt, and finally back towards the shower. She picks up the title kicking off her sandals, and follows RBI’s path while pulling her tank top off with her back to the camera. After a few moments a pair of faded jeans soar through the air landing on the kick pads, the sound of the shower curtain being yanked back, and then the meeting.)
BoolZ; “What the fuc…”
*THUD!*
(Quinn’s giggling, BoolZ’s sighing, and the water running are our only sounds.)
Quinn; “Surprised?”
BoolZ; “Oh Quinn, I didn’t know you were gonna wait back here. I thought security had shown you to one of the skyboxes.”
Quinn; “Well they were gonna, but I told them I would just wait for you. Surprise.”
BoolZ; “Wow, that belt looks really good you. Now take it off.”
Quinn; “Oh yeah? Are you hardcore enough to make me?”
(We shift our focus to Conni who pays no attention to the scene as we fade out.)
-Sunday 16:47-
(Our scene reopens inside the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile. BoolZ is speeding down the highway with Conni comfortably laying in the passenger seat. A cigarette hangs between the RBI’s lips, a fresh can of Red Bull sits in the cup holder, and a small cell phone pressed in his ear. The 14 foot former U-Haul truck weaves through light traffic as BoolZ momentarily lets go of the wheel to flick his ashes out of the window while talking into the phone.)
BoolZ; “You weren’t even at ringside, you’re not even a competitor, why are you sorry?”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “People lose matches, Leo it happens. Hell I’m not even worried about, but everyone keeps apologizing. There’s no need to comfort me. Besides that’s not even why I called.”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “Well you remember that girl I was with yesterday?”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “Yeah, Quinn. Hey man listen do me a favor, and don’t let her in the arena anymore. I think she might have some issues.”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “Excuse me? Yeah I know you and your guys aren’t bouncers, but you are security damnit. Listen just what ever she tells you she is not going to be my guest. I mean this broad shows up in the parking lot, I’ve got no idea how long she was there waiting for me, but then boom there she is. I mean hours before show time. Leo, you know me. The only people that show up before me to the arena are Declan and Cara.
I mean let’s think about this. It’s like six hours before the gates open, and she’s hanging out in the parking lot. How long would she have waited? Something doesn’t sit right with that.”
…Phone…
BoolZ; “Alright thanks, and stop saying you’re sorry. It was one friggin’ match.”
(BoolZ hangs up the phone, dumps it into the other cup holder, takes a final drag of his cigarette before tossing it out of the window, and then finishes his Red Bull. He continues speeding through slightly heavier traffic as he looks down to Conni while the scene fades out.)
-Tuesday 11:32-
(We rejoin the Red Bull Icon as he walks into a small convenience store with Conni following close behind. A small Japanese man stands behind the cash register almost hidden behind a wall of cigarettes and Lotto scratch off tickets. An inquisitive look falls on the skinny man as he peers at BoolZ almost analyzing his every step.
BoolZ makes a b-line to the back wall which is covered by glass fronted refrigerator units. Finding his prize BoolZ swings open the brass handled door, pulls out a two cans of Red Bull, and makes his way to check out. By now the Japanese man is shouting in his native tongue to the back, and RBI and an extremely old man arrive at the desk at the same time. BoolZ places the Red Bull on the counter and reaches for his wallet as the old man squints and struggles to take in all of BoolZ.)
BoolZ; “And can I get two packs of Marlboro Blend 27s.”
(The original cashier looks over to the elder who now wide eyed mumbles something in Japanese.)
BoolZ; “Wait what was that?”
Cashier; “No, nothing, you leave.”
BoolZ; “No, what was saying?”
Cashier; “Nothing, leave, you get out of my store.”
BoolZ; “You’re not going to ring me up?”
(Hurriedly the cashier reaches over his head, pulls down the cigarettes, slides to BoolZ with the Red Bull, and almost in a panic responds.)
Cashier; “No! On the house, you just leave. YOU LEAVE NOW!”
(BoolZ looks back to the old man, his face matching in color to his pearl white hair, and mumbles something back in Japanese. The old mans jaw opens as he fights for his words, and loses. BoolZ looks at he two men, picks up the Red Bull and smokes, and marches out of the store Conni in tow.
Out side he stops at a trash can, packs and opens the first pack of cigarettes, puts the other in his cargo pocket, puts a Red Bull in his back pocket, lights a cigarette, pops open a Red Bull, and looks down to Conni.)
BoolZ; “Cursed? It was one friggin’ match. If I’m so cursed then why did I just get my Red Bull free.”
(Conni looks back to BoolZ, panting in the late summer sun, and puzzled.)
BoolZ; “Don’t look at me like that Conni. It was one match, if you want to feel sorry for someone feel sorry for Brandon Brown. I mean it wasn’t to long ago our great planner of a leader Declan was ‘forcing’ Komo to lay down so he could be the one to advance to In Your Hands.
Our great planner, we’re led to believe, didn’t think Komo would object. Boom Hiroshima’s out of G.D. conveniently right before it implodes, and shortly before Declan spontaneously decides to hang’em up. The fans loving Komo now vote him into the title match, but all that was covered already by Prescott right?
He even walked us through the birth of his alliance with Roberts, why they picked Komo to be the next champ, and how they made him champion. What they didn’t explain was why Roberts is now in a three on one handicap match against Brown, Declans hand picked champion, and the former big man of Global Domination. Are we to believe they slipped up, and really think Roberts can beat the damn near everyone who’s ever held the Global Heavy Weight Championship? Or maybe there’s something else working here. Maybe Komo was in on the plan all along, maybe Global Domination isn’t as dead as everyone thinks and Deathman is on it, and maybe Roberts isn’t the guy facing three opponents this week. Declan hates Brown, and I wouldn’t put it past him to orchestrate this whole thing to make Brown hang’em up too. I mean really Declan couldn’t get the job done alone, Deathman couldn’t do it, as big as he is I don’t think ox head can do it, but with Roberts helping maybe the four of them can finally beat Brandon Brown.
It was one match Conni, and if you gotta feel bad for someone because of one match then feel bad for Brandon after he walks into an ambush.
Come on.”
(Our scene ends as BoolZ and Conni walk off. Through the window we see the cashier watching closing as they leave while the older man is lighting some incense and appears to be preying.)
-Friday 05:30-
(We are on a high school football field. The orange clay track surrounding the field has just begun picking up the first rays of the morning sun. The grass still damp from the morning dew encourages Conni to run and play. BoolZ and Chris Austin are seen stretching before a morning run silently mostly until BoolZ breaks the moment.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, well thanks.”
Austin; “For what?”
BoolZ; “The quiet. It’s been a weird week.”
Austin; “Yeah, ok. So what’s going on? Why didn’t you want to work out at the gym?”
BoolZ; “Ah, it’s a long story. And what’s with all the working out anyway? You’ve always been in great shape, but I’ve never known you to exercise so much.”
Austin; “Oh I was working out. It was just with different partners.”
BoolZ; “Got it.”
(It appears their warm ups are complete as both men walk out onto the track. Conni quickly joins them.)
Austin; “Hey I got a favor to ask you.”
BoolZ; “Alright, what do you got?
Austin; “Well I was wondering if it’s not too much trouble. Can you try not to lose this week?”
(With that Austin takes off down the track with a steady but easy pace. BoolZ with an exhausted look glances down at Conni before trying to catch up.)
BoolZ; “Come on Conni.”
(We zoom out as BoolZ and Conni begin following Austin. We zoom out until we are in the parking lot of the high school. We zoom out until Quinn can be seen wearing BoolZ’s black and blue kick pads overlooking the track.)
Quinn; “Why don’t you ever call, Randy?”
(We zoom out until there is nothing else to see.)
