Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 22:26:48 GMT -5
-Last Sunday 15:42-
(Our scene opens inside BoolZ's locker room, BoolZ simply leaning back in a modest steel chair smoking a cigarette. Crimson Ghost is merely sitting on a table, feet dangling off the floor with a laser pointer. Conni is chasing the light eagerly, breathing extremely harsh, tongue going all over the place, tail wagging back and forth, and occasionally barking as he continues his pursuit. Crimson Ghost is talking, and from the look of BoolZ has been for some time.)
Ghost: So yeah, you so eager to ditch the broad? I mean, what if you two were in a plane, and it went down? And, y'know, the pillow was lumpy? She could save your life! That's right, mutt, chase the thing that will never reward you! Just pretend it's a share in EnRon! Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk....Yo, BoolZy. It Miller Time yet?"
(BoolZ looks up distracted, lost in thought, or dreaming of quiet. He checks his watch, and responds.)
BoolZ: Hmm? Oh, go on, man. I'm still listening. But while we're at it, there is a lot more to this thing then just her tits. There's also the fact that she's a psycho to consider, I mean somehow she made it into my dressing room after last Sentinel and talking with Chris probably had every intention of ambushing me.
(Crimson chuckles, and nods, turning off the laser clicker. Conni continues chasing after his own tail.)
Ghost: EXACTLY! I mean, she's nuts, right?? She's the kind of chick that would carve your name into anything from her pillows to her skin! I mean, shit, talk about advertising! Anyone sneaking a peek at her house is going to remember the name 'BoolZ' for a looong time, for better or for worse. Look at this way, anyone silly enough to enter her abode would surly see nothing but your mug plastered all over her plastered walls. Plus, you could probably get her to catfight, really easily. Useful when Bonanza isn't on, let me tell you.
(BoolZ chuckles, and reaches for a Red Bull. While he's looking down momentarily, Crimson looks to the camera and raises his eyebrows suggestively. From out of nowhere, he holds up a sign. It reads, "We know something he don't!". Before BoolZ looks back up, Ghost throws it off camera. BoolZ doesn't seem to notice.)
BoolZ: That's probably the most perverse argument I've ever come across. No actually the last time I was in Canada… never mind. But the scary thing is you might not be exaggerating with this girl. I mean I ‘chili cheese burgered’ this girl right, and the rest of the night she was talking about having the outlines tattooed. But, Ghost-
Ghost: Ahem, and that’s not like a chili dog is it? You know I can’t eat those anymore because of your nasty cakes habit.
BoolZ: Hm? Oh, sorry and kinda. Crimson Ghost, it’s basically the same thing but right before she loses control you pull out, squeeze her buns together, and when the chili begins to ooze you add the cheese sauce. I mean come on, you’d think she’d get the hint, and realize I’m not thinking relationship.
(At the description of RBI’s antics we see what can only be interpreted as a gag type reflex from Crimson Ghost.)
Ghost: That’s disgusting, and maybe you two belong in a relationship, no? BoolZ, were you thinking about a relationship when you were drilling her for oil?? No! Was she thinking about marriage and lots’a lots’a little red bulled babies when you were committing crimes against humanity with her tushy? NO, well probably Scotty. So, she's psycho, right? Which means her delusions are going to overpower her common sense roughly 500% of the time! You just gotta tell her that this is how you express your "love," that you have problems with distance, and just yack a bunch of junk to her. BOOM. Now you have your cake and get it to swallow, too. You just have to rough out any occasional stabbings, and you are home free!
BoolZ; “Wait what? Were you even listening? I’m not breaking up with her because we were never together. Hell I even told her she was just a cheap romp. No I don’t need break up advice from ya, or honestly need words of wisdom from a cartoon character about how to play the field. Shit man, I just figured you were both a little off, and was wondering if you’d take her off my hands.
(BoolZ is chuckling, shaking his head, and pops the top from the ‘Red Bull’. As usual he takes a deep smell closing his eyes. In an instant his eyes explode open, and is greeted by the masked face of Crimson Ghost leaning in to watch the spectacle.)
BoolZ: What the hell?! Dude did you do something with my Red Bull?
(BoolZ with perhaps the most serious look we’ve seen from the Red Bull Icon examines the can, pours the contents on the floor, and continues his analysis until he finds a taped up small hole drilled into the bottom of the can. Crimson Ghost is laughing very hard right now.)
BoolZ: Jesus, what is this...
Crimson Ghost(between fits of laughter, holding his sides now.): It's Rockstar! HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!!! You've just been Haunted, old buddy, old pal! How's it feel?!
BoolZ; “ROCKSTAR? Do I look like the kinda guy that would be sucking on a c0ckstar? This is bullsh¡t Ghost! Do you know what the put in here? Milkweed! Goddamned milkweed! Milkweed, hell I don’t even know what that is, but it doesn’t sound like something I should be drinking! It sounds like a cheap knockoff of the true nectar of the heavens. Damnit Crimson may you be trampled by 24 little house cat sized red bulls!
(BoolZ looks horrified, and is about to continue his rant after failing to recover his perspective, maybe even resort to violence, when his cell phone rings. Reluctantly, he takes his eyes off The Ghost, and answers.)
BoolZ: Hello?
Other Line: WHA! WHA! WHAMP WHOMP WHAMP!
BoolZ: What the hell? How did you get this number?
Other Line: WHA! WHA! WHAMP WHOMP WHAMP!
BoolZ; “Yeah I’m still in Canada. Wait our house? Bitch you mean my house! How the hell did you… no never mind! I’ll be there in three days, and you better be gone.”
(Crimson Ghost stands up and salutes as BoolZ hangs up the phone and hurls it at the wall. Conni momentarily stops chasing his tail just long enough to see the commotion is over.)
Ghost: Wait, what’s that sound? Oh it sounds like my cue! Aye-aye, Skipper! Let me just check my Palm Pilot!
(Crimson Ghost reaches off camera, and pulls into focus a tiny wooden figure holding on to an old fashioned ship's wheel. He placed the figurine on the tip of his palm, and spins the wheel, so that it looks like the figurine is steering. He walks out, and calls over his shoulder to nobody.)
Ghost: India's this way, men! I can feel it!
(Ghost leaves the locker room as BoolZ just chuckles and shakes his head, clearly very amazed at the enigmatic figure as he rips open his duffel bag and begins throwing things inside. From out in the hallway, we can hear:)
Ghost(distant, muffled.): Hello, good Indian! Can you tell me where Bangladesh is?
Bold Angry voice, sounds like Komosube(Japanese, subtitled): GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!!!
(Finished hastily packing BoolZ makes a quick move to the door.)
BoolZ; “C’mon Conni!”
(He doesn’t get to far as the massive Komosube takes up most of the hallway BoolZ needs to get out of the building. The two champions bump in BoolZ’s rush, Komosube doesn’t budge, and instead only glares at the Hardcore Champion.)
BoolZ; “How’d he do?”
Komosube; “He’ll do.”
(Pleasantries aside BoolZ finds a gap and squeezes by the GHW Champion. Komosube turns and shouts something in Japanese with BoolZ no more than a few feet down the hall. BoolZ stops dead in his tracks, turns to face the champion, and for the first time can see Komosubes translator.)
Translator; “Ah, the great Komo...”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I know what he said.”
(Champion versus Champion the two engage in a quick stare down before BoolZ remembers the task at hand. The scene fades as BoolZ is the first to look away, turns, and storms from the building.)
-Last Sunday 16:00-
(We fade back in this time we recognize the kitchen at BoolZ’s house. Everything is still in its place, but somewhat disturbed. The trash can now brimming with empty cans of Red Bull and discarded Marlboro Blend 27 packs. The sounds of a bare foot tapping on the Spanish tile floor, a cordless phone dialing, and a message center picking up on the other end are all that interrupt the silence. Quickly we here the beep of the phone hanging up, and turn to see Quinn sitting at the kitchen table BoolZ bought when he purchased the home.
Clothed only in what looks like might be the only white dress shirt in BoolZ’s closet, her long hair now cut to just over her shoulders, her 34DD breasts threaten to pop the top buttoned button on her shirt. Standing out on her once perfected tanned skin is a large white bandage wrapped around her forehead. The faintest bit of red seeping through.)
Quinn; “Well, I damn near kill myself in Toronto to provide this nice home for us, and now he can’t even be bothered to pick up a phone? Well, that just won’t do. C’mon Conni.”
(She slides the phone to the end of the table and beyond. She stands up the shirt just covering low enough to be considered covered. She walks from the kitchen pulling an extension cord tied at the end around a couch cushion behind her.)
-Last Monday 23:00-
(We see BoolZ quietly sitting alone in a diner. He sits in the back booth with a scowl on his face under the cuts and bruises resulting from being thrown through the glass of a small Red Bull refrigerator. Anxious he taps his foot on the wood floor as he stares at his Red Bull. A soft voice rings out from behind him. Lost in thought he pays it no attention.
Walking into the frame we see a young waitress wearing her mandatory baby blue uniform. She walks to the side of the table, and repeats herself with a strong Pacific North West accent looking down at RBI over her ample chest.)
Waitress; “Can I get you something to drink while you look… oh god dude what happened to your face?”
(BoolZ shakes his head as if coming out of a trance, and looks up at the waitress. First he notices her slightly thick waist, then her sizable breasts, her name tag reading ‘Tammy’, and finally her soft innocent face.)
BoolZ; “What happened to your face?”
Tammy; “Oh, I’m so sorry I bet that musta came out real bad huh? Seriously though what happened? You get in a fight with a lawn mower or what?”
BoolZ; “Lawn Mower? No, I’m a professional wrestler. My last match was a hardcore bout for the Hardcore title. I went face first into a sheet of glass. Really it looks worse than it is.”
(It’s a slow night and late. BoolZ is one of only two customers in the diner, and the other is sitting at the counter. Tammy looking to pass some time takes a seat across the table.)
Tammy; “Professional wrestler, huh? That must be so exciting. I bet you getta see all over the country, right?”
BoolZ; “Well, not really. The GIW pretty much stays in Los Angeles, save for the monthly pay-per-views.”
Tammy; “Oh, well hell I guess at least you get to sleep in your own bed then. I guess it would probably get tired traveling all the time, anyway. Besides, it’s gotta be rough, isn’t there an easier way to make a living then getting beat up?”
BoolZ; “You know, actually I own a home, and really can’t remember staying there for more than a day or two at a stretch. There’s just something about the open road that I love. I don’t know if it’s meeting fun new people, or not knowing what to expect in the next town, or what. And yeah there’s probably an easier way pay the bills, but maybe I deserve to be beat up from time to time.”
(The diner door opens causing the bells over the frame to ding as a young couple walk in with tired looks on their faces. Tammy starts to get up, and notices BoolZ give her chest a quick glance. She, they both, catches her blushing for a moment.)
Tammy; “Uhm, hey let me take care them right quick, and I’ll be right back.”
BoolZ; “Well, would you like to take my order before you leave me?”
(Clumsily falling over her words.)
Tammy; “Oh god, where’s my head tonight? What’ll have, dear.”
BoolZ; “Hmm.. how are the chili burgers?”
-Last Monday 23:10-
(We’re back in BoolZ’s house. This time probably one of the upstairs bedrooms. The room though used mostly for storage as there is no furniture to be seen. Just large moving boxes stacked on large moving boxes. We see Quinn still wearing only the white button up dress shirt now dotted with red dots, and her bandage looks worse than before. She stands in the door jamb looking into the room with her ‘conni’ in tow. A cigarette hangs in her plush full lips, she finishes a can of Red Bull, tosses it down the hall way, and walks into the room. She walks to the first box, pulls it down, and opens it letting out a loud belch in the process.)
Quinn; “Aw, presents! NO WHORES! Yes, they’re gifts for Quinn. NO THEY’RE DIRTY FUCKING REMINDERS FROM BEFORE I MET QUINN!”
(Quinn reaches into the box to pull out a handful of various pairs of women’s undergarments neatly separated into individual plastic baggies. She begins sorting them into three piles as she sits down on the floor pulling ‘conni’ closer.)
Quinn; “Oh she’ll like these. Oh I’ll like her in these. God, I’d love to see her in these but she probably won’t wear them… Oh hold on, those are nice.”
(Quinn letting go of the leash stands up to walk over to the wall. She gazes deeply into a picture frame housing the simplest pair of white cotton panties. There is a picture inside the frame as well of a young women, couldn’t be more than just barely shy of legal, her hair dark pitch black, her skin white as a fresh dusting of snow, her eyes the deepest fullest shade of blue, and her lips a devilish shade of red. She’s the same girl from the picture Quinn took off the wall as EI8HT was hitting the airwaves. Quinn takes the frame off the wall, turns it over, and sees the date 10/16/1998 written in magic marker.)
{Instantly we’re not still in the room. Instead it’s as if the picture has come to life, and we’re watching the sun set over a huge old oak tree. We’re sitting on a picnic table watching Maddy pull her jeans back on, look up and smile at us, and then the smile vanishes.
Maddy; “Wow, you sure you’ve never done that before? Oh, I know. We can’t tell him, Ran.”
Randy; “I know. We shouldn’t have done it.”
Maddy; “You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago.”
Randy; “I probably should have.”
Maddy; “No, you wouldn’t have. Here.”
She reaches out to us holding a pair of solid white cotton panties. We see our hand reach out, confused, and take them.
Randy; “What am I supposed to do with these?”
Maddy; “Keep them. Call’em a souvenir, something to remember me by. Either way, you stopped thinking about Ashton didn’t ya?”
Randy; “Yeah.”
Maddy; “Listen, my moms gonna start to worry. I’ll see you in school tomorrow?”
Randy; “Alright.”
We watch as she walks off. She doesn’t look back. She doesn’t say good-bye. She doesn’t see as we pull a small glass pipe from our pocket.}
(We’re back in the room, back watching Quinn, back left with only the feeling that nothing ever ends as it should.)
Quinn; “Oh I love her. SHE’S THE WHORE!”
-Wednesday 04:57-
(It’s dark in this room. The air conditioning is roaring pumping the icy air into the already cool surroundings. Thin slivers of light struggle past the vinyl blinds, and only barely allow us to make out what looks like a hotel room. A formless mass lays huddled on the bed wrapped up in the cheap scratchy blanket. The room is still until a silhouette stands from an uncomfortable chair in the corner, and slowly quietly walks to the door. A click is heard of the deadbolt, the scratch of the chain sliding from the housing, and the whispered voice of a friend calling out is what did it.)
BoolZ; “Conni, let’s go.”
(The mess stirs giving form as what looks like a head leans up from the foot of the bed. Conni can almost be seen jumping from the floor to the bed, running across the bed, and leaping down to catch up to BoolZ. She speaks.)
Woman’s voice; “BoolZ? Are you leaving?”
BoolZ; “Umi, go back to sleep. It’s very early, princess.”
Umi; “Come back to bed, cuddle me.”
BoolZ; “Umi, I got a bunch of driving still if I’m going to make it home today.”
Umi; “What time is it?”
BoolZ; “It’s almost 5 am. Go back to sleep, I’ll call ya next time I’m in town.”
Umi; “No you won’t, but you shouldn’t drive when you’re sleepy. Come back to bed.”
BoolZ; “I gotta go sweetness.”
Umi; “You gotta sleep.”
BoolZ; “No, I don’t sleep.”
(Putting her head back on the bed.)
Umi; “Everyone sleeps.”
BoolZ; “No one has my nightmares.”
Umi; “Then just come back, and keep me awake,,, BoolZ?”
(The head looks back up and only finds the door shut and RBI gone. We see some tossing, hear an agonized groan as the figure stands from the bed, and are greeted with the perfect example of Japanese beauty when she turns the light on. She wraps the blanket around her, walks to the window, and just catches the ‘U Suk’ Mobile pull out from the parking lot.)
Umi; “Where are my panties?”
-Wednesday 23:29-
(We’re looking into a mirror and seeing the close up reflection of Quinn’s face. She stands, pain etched on her face, and picking at a laceration over her right eye. As it bleeds and begins to drip over her eye we follow the slow trickle of blood in the mirror down her cheek, to her collar bone, past her fading tanned naked breast, to her not quite six pack abs, to an unnamed championship belt from a federation long since dead, and to her kick pad covered feet. As the blood starts to pool on the beige carpet we watch a sadistic grin creep across her lips. She picks up two cans of Red Bull from the night stand next to her one on top of the other, and holds them under the belt between her legs.)
Quinn; “Oh, yes thank you I am rather huge. I’m a stud after all don’t ya know. Oh no I would love to take you back to my hotel room and fuck the shit outta your tight little twat, but my heart belongs to Quinn... Quinn? Oh she’s my world. I don’t think I could take another breath without her by my side. Yeah she really completes me, makes me feel so good, I mean like so much better than you ever did little cotton panty WHORE!!! Oh no, no, I wouldn’t worry. I mean it’s like I always say you gotta play the cards you’re holding right? So what if you will DIE IF I EVER SEE YOU WITH RANDY! I mean so what if Quinn will kill you if she sees you. You did after all get to have me, and I’m sure it was worth it… Protect you? Oh know I’m just here to tell you to get the fuck outta my life. Quinn is all I need, and I’m going to ask her to marry me. Then we’ll start a family, live in our home, and nothing bad will ever happen again…”
(Her head snaps to the window as the sounds of a pre-record crowd cheering their hearts out comes from drive way. Quickly she runs to the window, looks down, and we see BoolZ shutting the door of the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile.)
BoolZ; “Conni, stay here.”
(Back in the room we see Quinn’s face glow with utter glee before she turns, and runs from the room.)
Quinn; “Daddy’s home!”
(From the entry way the solid wooden door opens, and BoolZ steps through. He takes a quick look around, cautiously surveying the surroundings, and then makes his way to the kitchen. We follow him, and are quickly joined by Quinn as BoolZ shuts the refrigerator door after grabbing a Red Bull. She runs into what she thought would be his waiting arms only to find air as he gracefully stepped from her path.
With a look of disgust he takes in the sight of Quinn still bleeding from the head, an old worthless title belt covering her most private of parts, and now kneeling on the floor.)
BoolZ; “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Quinn; “Nothing now. Go ahead ask me how my match went?”
(She taps the gold plate of her belt.)
BoolZ; “There hasn’t been an aW Light Heavyweight match in four years. Why are you here?”
(She stands up, smile gone, and unappreciative of his tone.)
Quinn; “Excuse me? I live here, and there too was a match. I won, look at my cut, that bastard cold clocked me with a vase when I wasn’t looking. So how was your business trip? Did you get the big account?”
(BoolZ searches for the words, and can only muster a look of shock followed by simple mumbles.)
BoolZ; “What?”
Quinn; “Oh yeah, and tell your whore I say hi, and that I’m going to kill her.”
(He can’t even find the mumble anymore.)
Quinn; “It’s ok though, it is. I forgive you. I know it must be hard being on the road all the time and you get lonely. It’s ok I’ve come up with a solution. Yeah, see when I find your little whore girlfriend I’m going to cut out her cunt. You can take it with you since you like fucking her so much, and that way it’s just like masturbation, and you don’t have to cheat on me anymore. So since that’s settled, I was thinking a May wedding, so hopefully Randy Jr. can be born on Valentines Day.”
(Even the look of shock on the Red Bull Icons face seems lost. BoolZ holding his still sealed can of Red Bull turns, and slowly begins walking to the front door.)
BoolZ; “Uhm... I’m uh… I’m going to be back in one hour. If you’re still here, then I’m going to call the cops.”
(Quinn’s face fills the rage. She knows where he’s going.)
Quinn; “Fine, go to your whore! Run into her whore arms, and kiss her whore lips, and fuck her whore pussy, and know I’m going to destroy her whore life!”
(At the front door BoolZ turns to face Quinn. A confused hurt look on his face.)
BoolZ; “Who is this whore you keep talking about? You were the whore you crazy bitch! I used you, and threw you away. You were just a disposable fuck, a good time, and honestly it wasn’t even that good. Now who do you think I’m running off to?”
(Reaching between the gold plate and the leather strap of the belt Quinn pulls out the folded piece of the picture she tore last week. She unfolds in, and holds it up for BoolZ to see.)
Quinn; “I’m not stupid, Randy! I know she’s your little whore, and you can try to lie to me and hurt me, but I know you love me! That’s why you never put my panties in a frame, because I was special, and she was the trophy. She was the cheap fuck, but I forgive you. I’m even wearing her panties now, the fat bitch whore.”
(Quinn putting her hand down unfastens the belt letting it fall the floor. She stands there smiling at BoolZ wearing only Maddy’s underwear from BoolZ’s first time and his black and blue kick pads.)
Quinn; “See I’ll be your whore, just say you love me.”
(BoolZ again struggles with his words. This time it’s not in search of the right words, but a battle between what he wants to say and what he can’t help doing.)
BoolZ; “Those were all I had left.”
(BoolZ shuts the door not taking his eyes off the girl still in his kitchen. BoolZ places his still sealed Red Bull on a small table near the front door. BoolZ slowly begins walking into the kitchen with the same hitch in his step he gets when ever he faces his past or runs from his future as we fade out.)
Quinn; “Randy, what is this, you’re scaring me Randy!”
-Thursday 06:27-
(The sun is rising on the quiet suburban street in BoolZ’s neighborhood. The trees that line the road and provide shade during the summer are slowly turning various shades of orange, yellow, and brown. The sprinklers of his neighbors lawn finally shut off after the morning soaking of his fresh laid sod. The paper boy running rather late finally begins delivering down this street. He must have been up studying all night, and over slept. The Oceanside City Coroners office vehicle pulls away from the smoldering rubble that was once BoolZ’s home, and off in the distance a mocking bird mimics the sounds of a car alarm.
As we take in the full scope of the total and complete damage we see BoolZ standing in the middle of a pile of charred timber. He sifts through the ash with his foot oblivious to his surroundings. He had already spoken with arson and homicide, and was re-assured the cause of the fire appeared to be an accident sometime after one in the morning.
As if the smoke and fumes from the paint and plastic weren’t enough we watch as he takes out a cigarette, a pop and a flick later uses his Zippo to light it, and inhales deeply. An all to familiar voice is heard behind him. He doesn’t need to look. He knows who it is. He knows that sweet subtle scent of jasmine, he knows the raven colored hair that was surely there, he remembers the blue eyes where he would lose all hope and concern for hours while gazing deeply into her abyss. She was home.)
Maddy; “You know those things will kill ya.”
(He can’t look at her. Not now.)
BoolZ; “If I’m lucky. How ya been?”
Maddy; “Better than you I guess. What happened?”
BoolZ; “Fire department thinks last night around one someone knocked over a candle, and it lit a curtain or something on fire.”
Maddy; “Someone?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I had a guest.”
Maddy; “Oh. So was she clumsy or were he legs shaky?”
(Picking up the kitchen sink as that’s one of the only things still recognizable.)
BoolZ; “Yeah I don’t really know. I was upstairs asleep.”
Maddy; “That’s a real shame. So you’re over your nightmares?”
BoolZ; “No.”
Maddy; “You gonna look at me?”
BoolZ; “Not today.”
Maddy; “C’mon Ran, how long are we gonna play these games? Let’s go. We can be in Guadalupe by nightfall, easy. Just the two of us, alone, together, finally. When are you going to let me in?”
BoolZ; “I got promises to keep.”
(BoolZ with his head hung low begins back to his truck kitchen sink still in hand.)
Maddy; “You know you can’t keep chasing his dream. You can’t keep living for a ghost, Ran. I can’t keep waiting.”
(BoolZ slides open the cargo compartment of his truck, looks down at the sink in disbelief, and tosses it in before pulling the roll door shut. He tilts his head just slightly back at Maddy.)
BoolZ; “I wont make you.”
(BoolZ gets into the truck, pulls a pair of white cotton panties from his pocket, tosses them into the glove box, and sticks Maddy’s torn picture between the dash and an air vent.
Maddy stands in the ruined broken former home of BoolZ as the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile pulls out of the driveway, out of her life again, and down the street.)
(Our scene opens inside BoolZ's locker room, BoolZ simply leaning back in a modest steel chair smoking a cigarette. Crimson Ghost is merely sitting on a table, feet dangling off the floor with a laser pointer. Conni is chasing the light eagerly, breathing extremely harsh, tongue going all over the place, tail wagging back and forth, and occasionally barking as he continues his pursuit. Crimson Ghost is talking, and from the look of BoolZ has been for some time.)
Ghost: So yeah, you so eager to ditch the broad? I mean, what if you two were in a plane, and it went down? And, y'know, the pillow was lumpy? She could save your life! That's right, mutt, chase the thing that will never reward you! Just pretend it's a share in EnRon! Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk....Yo, BoolZy. It Miller Time yet?"
(BoolZ looks up distracted, lost in thought, or dreaming of quiet. He checks his watch, and responds.)
BoolZ: Hmm? Oh, go on, man. I'm still listening. But while we're at it, there is a lot more to this thing then just her tits. There's also the fact that she's a psycho to consider, I mean somehow she made it into my dressing room after last Sentinel and talking with Chris probably had every intention of ambushing me.
(Crimson chuckles, and nods, turning off the laser clicker. Conni continues chasing after his own tail.)
Ghost: EXACTLY! I mean, she's nuts, right?? She's the kind of chick that would carve your name into anything from her pillows to her skin! I mean, shit, talk about advertising! Anyone sneaking a peek at her house is going to remember the name 'BoolZ' for a looong time, for better or for worse. Look at this way, anyone silly enough to enter her abode would surly see nothing but your mug plastered all over her plastered walls. Plus, you could probably get her to catfight, really easily. Useful when Bonanza isn't on, let me tell you.
(BoolZ chuckles, and reaches for a Red Bull. While he's looking down momentarily, Crimson looks to the camera and raises his eyebrows suggestively. From out of nowhere, he holds up a sign. It reads, "We know something he don't!". Before BoolZ looks back up, Ghost throws it off camera. BoolZ doesn't seem to notice.)
BoolZ: That's probably the most perverse argument I've ever come across. No actually the last time I was in Canada… never mind. But the scary thing is you might not be exaggerating with this girl. I mean I ‘chili cheese burgered’ this girl right, and the rest of the night she was talking about having the outlines tattooed. But, Ghost-
Ghost: Ahem, and that’s not like a chili dog is it? You know I can’t eat those anymore because of your nasty cakes habit.
BoolZ: Hm? Oh, sorry and kinda. Crimson Ghost, it’s basically the same thing but right before she loses control you pull out, squeeze her buns together, and when the chili begins to ooze you add the cheese sauce. I mean come on, you’d think she’d get the hint, and realize I’m not thinking relationship.
(At the description of RBI’s antics we see what can only be interpreted as a gag type reflex from Crimson Ghost.)
Ghost: That’s disgusting, and maybe you two belong in a relationship, no? BoolZ, were you thinking about a relationship when you were drilling her for oil?? No! Was she thinking about marriage and lots’a lots’a little red bulled babies when you were committing crimes against humanity with her tushy? NO, well probably Scotty. So, she's psycho, right? Which means her delusions are going to overpower her common sense roughly 500% of the time! You just gotta tell her that this is how you express your "love," that you have problems with distance, and just yack a bunch of junk to her. BOOM. Now you have your cake and get it to swallow, too. You just have to rough out any occasional stabbings, and you are home free!
BoolZ; “Wait what? Were you even listening? I’m not breaking up with her because we were never together. Hell I even told her she was just a cheap romp. No I don’t need break up advice from ya, or honestly need words of wisdom from a cartoon character about how to play the field. Shit man, I just figured you were both a little off, and was wondering if you’d take her off my hands.
(BoolZ is chuckling, shaking his head, and pops the top from the ‘Red Bull’. As usual he takes a deep smell closing his eyes. In an instant his eyes explode open, and is greeted by the masked face of Crimson Ghost leaning in to watch the spectacle.)
BoolZ: What the hell?! Dude did you do something with my Red Bull?
(BoolZ with perhaps the most serious look we’ve seen from the Red Bull Icon examines the can, pours the contents on the floor, and continues his analysis until he finds a taped up small hole drilled into the bottom of the can. Crimson Ghost is laughing very hard right now.)
BoolZ: Jesus, what is this...
Crimson Ghost(between fits of laughter, holding his sides now.): It's Rockstar! HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA!!!! You've just been Haunted, old buddy, old pal! How's it feel?!
BoolZ; “ROCKSTAR? Do I look like the kinda guy that would be sucking on a c0ckstar? This is bullsh¡t Ghost! Do you know what the put in here? Milkweed! Goddamned milkweed! Milkweed, hell I don’t even know what that is, but it doesn’t sound like something I should be drinking! It sounds like a cheap knockoff of the true nectar of the heavens. Damnit Crimson may you be trampled by 24 little house cat sized red bulls!
(BoolZ looks horrified, and is about to continue his rant after failing to recover his perspective, maybe even resort to violence, when his cell phone rings. Reluctantly, he takes his eyes off The Ghost, and answers.)
BoolZ: Hello?
Other Line: WHA! WHA! WHAMP WHOMP WHAMP!
BoolZ: What the hell? How did you get this number?
Other Line: WHA! WHA! WHAMP WHOMP WHAMP!
BoolZ; “Yeah I’m still in Canada. Wait our house? Bitch you mean my house! How the hell did you… no never mind! I’ll be there in three days, and you better be gone.”
(Crimson Ghost stands up and salutes as BoolZ hangs up the phone and hurls it at the wall. Conni momentarily stops chasing his tail just long enough to see the commotion is over.)
Ghost: Wait, what’s that sound? Oh it sounds like my cue! Aye-aye, Skipper! Let me just check my Palm Pilot!
(Crimson Ghost reaches off camera, and pulls into focus a tiny wooden figure holding on to an old fashioned ship's wheel. He placed the figurine on the tip of his palm, and spins the wheel, so that it looks like the figurine is steering. He walks out, and calls over his shoulder to nobody.)
Ghost: India's this way, men! I can feel it!
(Ghost leaves the locker room as BoolZ just chuckles and shakes his head, clearly very amazed at the enigmatic figure as he rips open his duffel bag and begins throwing things inside. From out in the hallway, we can hear:)
Ghost(distant, muffled.): Hello, good Indian! Can you tell me where Bangladesh is?
Bold Angry voice, sounds like Komosube(Japanese, subtitled): GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!!!!!
(Finished hastily packing BoolZ makes a quick move to the door.)
BoolZ; “C’mon Conni!”
(He doesn’t get to far as the massive Komosube takes up most of the hallway BoolZ needs to get out of the building. The two champions bump in BoolZ’s rush, Komosube doesn’t budge, and instead only glares at the Hardcore Champion.)
BoolZ; “How’d he do?”
Komosube; “He’ll do.”
(Pleasantries aside BoolZ finds a gap and squeezes by the GHW Champion. Komosube turns and shouts something in Japanese with BoolZ no more than a few feet down the hall. BoolZ stops dead in his tracks, turns to face the champion, and for the first time can see Komosubes translator.)
Translator; “Ah, the great Komo...”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I know what he said.”
(Champion versus Champion the two engage in a quick stare down before BoolZ remembers the task at hand. The scene fades as BoolZ is the first to look away, turns, and storms from the building.)
-Last Sunday 16:00-
(We fade back in this time we recognize the kitchen at BoolZ’s house. Everything is still in its place, but somewhat disturbed. The trash can now brimming with empty cans of Red Bull and discarded Marlboro Blend 27 packs. The sounds of a bare foot tapping on the Spanish tile floor, a cordless phone dialing, and a message center picking up on the other end are all that interrupt the silence. Quickly we here the beep of the phone hanging up, and turn to see Quinn sitting at the kitchen table BoolZ bought when he purchased the home.
Clothed only in what looks like might be the only white dress shirt in BoolZ’s closet, her long hair now cut to just over her shoulders, her 34DD breasts threaten to pop the top buttoned button on her shirt. Standing out on her once perfected tanned skin is a large white bandage wrapped around her forehead. The faintest bit of red seeping through.)
Quinn; “Well, I damn near kill myself in Toronto to provide this nice home for us, and now he can’t even be bothered to pick up a phone? Well, that just won’t do. C’mon Conni.”
(She slides the phone to the end of the table and beyond. She stands up the shirt just covering low enough to be considered covered. She walks from the kitchen pulling an extension cord tied at the end around a couch cushion behind her.)
-Last Monday 23:00-
(We see BoolZ quietly sitting alone in a diner. He sits in the back booth with a scowl on his face under the cuts and bruises resulting from being thrown through the glass of a small Red Bull refrigerator. Anxious he taps his foot on the wood floor as he stares at his Red Bull. A soft voice rings out from behind him. Lost in thought he pays it no attention.
Walking into the frame we see a young waitress wearing her mandatory baby blue uniform. She walks to the side of the table, and repeats herself with a strong Pacific North West accent looking down at RBI over her ample chest.)
Waitress; “Can I get you something to drink while you look… oh god dude what happened to your face?”
(BoolZ shakes his head as if coming out of a trance, and looks up at the waitress. First he notices her slightly thick waist, then her sizable breasts, her name tag reading ‘Tammy’, and finally her soft innocent face.)
BoolZ; “What happened to your face?”
Tammy; “Oh, I’m so sorry I bet that musta came out real bad huh? Seriously though what happened? You get in a fight with a lawn mower or what?”
BoolZ; “Lawn Mower? No, I’m a professional wrestler. My last match was a hardcore bout for the Hardcore title. I went face first into a sheet of glass. Really it looks worse than it is.”
(It’s a slow night and late. BoolZ is one of only two customers in the diner, and the other is sitting at the counter. Tammy looking to pass some time takes a seat across the table.)
Tammy; “Professional wrestler, huh? That must be so exciting. I bet you getta see all over the country, right?”
BoolZ; “Well, not really. The GIW pretty much stays in Los Angeles, save for the monthly pay-per-views.”
Tammy; “Oh, well hell I guess at least you get to sleep in your own bed then. I guess it would probably get tired traveling all the time, anyway. Besides, it’s gotta be rough, isn’t there an easier way to make a living then getting beat up?”
BoolZ; “You know, actually I own a home, and really can’t remember staying there for more than a day or two at a stretch. There’s just something about the open road that I love. I don’t know if it’s meeting fun new people, or not knowing what to expect in the next town, or what. And yeah there’s probably an easier way pay the bills, but maybe I deserve to be beat up from time to time.”
(The diner door opens causing the bells over the frame to ding as a young couple walk in with tired looks on their faces. Tammy starts to get up, and notices BoolZ give her chest a quick glance. She, they both, catches her blushing for a moment.)
Tammy; “Uhm, hey let me take care them right quick, and I’ll be right back.”
BoolZ; “Well, would you like to take my order before you leave me?”
(Clumsily falling over her words.)
Tammy; “Oh god, where’s my head tonight? What’ll have, dear.”
BoolZ; “Hmm.. how are the chili burgers?”
-Last Monday 23:10-
(We’re back in BoolZ’s house. This time probably one of the upstairs bedrooms. The room though used mostly for storage as there is no furniture to be seen. Just large moving boxes stacked on large moving boxes. We see Quinn still wearing only the white button up dress shirt now dotted with red dots, and her bandage looks worse than before. She stands in the door jamb looking into the room with her ‘conni’ in tow. A cigarette hangs in her plush full lips, she finishes a can of Red Bull, tosses it down the hall way, and walks into the room. She walks to the first box, pulls it down, and opens it letting out a loud belch in the process.)
Quinn; “Aw, presents! NO WHORES! Yes, they’re gifts for Quinn. NO THEY’RE DIRTY FUCKING REMINDERS FROM BEFORE I MET QUINN!”
(Quinn reaches into the box to pull out a handful of various pairs of women’s undergarments neatly separated into individual plastic baggies. She begins sorting them into three piles as she sits down on the floor pulling ‘conni’ closer.)
Quinn; “Oh she’ll like these. Oh I’ll like her in these. God, I’d love to see her in these but she probably won’t wear them… Oh hold on, those are nice.”
(Quinn letting go of the leash stands up to walk over to the wall. She gazes deeply into a picture frame housing the simplest pair of white cotton panties. There is a picture inside the frame as well of a young women, couldn’t be more than just barely shy of legal, her hair dark pitch black, her skin white as a fresh dusting of snow, her eyes the deepest fullest shade of blue, and her lips a devilish shade of red. She’s the same girl from the picture Quinn took off the wall as EI8HT was hitting the airwaves. Quinn takes the frame off the wall, turns it over, and sees the date 10/16/1998 written in magic marker.)
{Instantly we’re not still in the room. Instead it’s as if the picture has come to life, and we’re watching the sun set over a huge old oak tree. We’re sitting on a picnic table watching Maddy pull her jeans back on, look up and smile at us, and then the smile vanishes.
Maddy; “Wow, you sure you’ve never done that before? Oh, I know. We can’t tell him, Ran.”
Randy; “I know. We shouldn’t have done it.”
Maddy; “You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago.”
Randy; “I probably should have.”
Maddy; “No, you wouldn’t have. Here.”
She reaches out to us holding a pair of solid white cotton panties. We see our hand reach out, confused, and take them.
Randy; “What am I supposed to do with these?”
Maddy; “Keep them. Call’em a souvenir, something to remember me by. Either way, you stopped thinking about Ashton didn’t ya?”
Randy; “Yeah.”
Maddy; “Listen, my moms gonna start to worry. I’ll see you in school tomorrow?”
Randy; “Alright.”
We watch as she walks off. She doesn’t look back. She doesn’t say good-bye. She doesn’t see as we pull a small glass pipe from our pocket.}
(We’re back in the room, back watching Quinn, back left with only the feeling that nothing ever ends as it should.)
Quinn; “Oh I love her. SHE’S THE WHORE!”
-Wednesday 04:57-
(It’s dark in this room. The air conditioning is roaring pumping the icy air into the already cool surroundings. Thin slivers of light struggle past the vinyl blinds, and only barely allow us to make out what looks like a hotel room. A formless mass lays huddled on the bed wrapped up in the cheap scratchy blanket. The room is still until a silhouette stands from an uncomfortable chair in the corner, and slowly quietly walks to the door. A click is heard of the deadbolt, the scratch of the chain sliding from the housing, and the whispered voice of a friend calling out is what did it.)
BoolZ; “Conni, let’s go.”
(The mess stirs giving form as what looks like a head leans up from the foot of the bed. Conni can almost be seen jumping from the floor to the bed, running across the bed, and leaping down to catch up to BoolZ. She speaks.)
Woman’s voice; “BoolZ? Are you leaving?”
BoolZ; “Umi, go back to sleep. It’s very early, princess.”
Umi; “Come back to bed, cuddle me.”
BoolZ; “Umi, I got a bunch of driving still if I’m going to make it home today.”
Umi; “What time is it?”
BoolZ; “It’s almost 5 am. Go back to sleep, I’ll call ya next time I’m in town.”
Umi; “No you won’t, but you shouldn’t drive when you’re sleepy. Come back to bed.”
BoolZ; “I gotta go sweetness.”
Umi; “You gotta sleep.”
BoolZ; “No, I don’t sleep.”
(Putting her head back on the bed.)
Umi; “Everyone sleeps.”
BoolZ; “No one has my nightmares.”
Umi; “Then just come back, and keep me awake,,, BoolZ?”
(The head looks back up and only finds the door shut and RBI gone. We see some tossing, hear an agonized groan as the figure stands from the bed, and are greeted with the perfect example of Japanese beauty when she turns the light on. She wraps the blanket around her, walks to the window, and just catches the ‘U Suk’ Mobile pull out from the parking lot.)
Umi; “Where are my panties?”
-Wednesday 23:29-
(We’re looking into a mirror and seeing the close up reflection of Quinn’s face. She stands, pain etched on her face, and picking at a laceration over her right eye. As it bleeds and begins to drip over her eye we follow the slow trickle of blood in the mirror down her cheek, to her collar bone, past her fading tanned naked breast, to her not quite six pack abs, to an unnamed championship belt from a federation long since dead, and to her kick pad covered feet. As the blood starts to pool on the beige carpet we watch a sadistic grin creep across her lips. She picks up two cans of Red Bull from the night stand next to her one on top of the other, and holds them under the belt between her legs.)
Quinn; “Oh, yes thank you I am rather huge. I’m a stud after all don’t ya know. Oh no I would love to take you back to my hotel room and fuck the shit outta your tight little twat, but my heart belongs to Quinn... Quinn? Oh she’s my world. I don’t think I could take another breath without her by my side. Yeah she really completes me, makes me feel so good, I mean like so much better than you ever did little cotton panty WHORE!!! Oh no, no, I wouldn’t worry. I mean it’s like I always say you gotta play the cards you’re holding right? So what if you will DIE IF I EVER SEE YOU WITH RANDY! I mean so what if Quinn will kill you if she sees you. You did after all get to have me, and I’m sure it was worth it… Protect you? Oh know I’m just here to tell you to get the fuck outta my life. Quinn is all I need, and I’m going to ask her to marry me. Then we’ll start a family, live in our home, and nothing bad will ever happen again…”
(Her head snaps to the window as the sounds of a pre-record crowd cheering their hearts out comes from drive way. Quickly she runs to the window, looks down, and we see BoolZ shutting the door of the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile.)
BoolZ; “Conni, stay here.”
(Back in the room we see Quinn’s face glow with utter glee before she turns, and runs from the room.)
Quinn; “Daddy’s home!”
(From the entry way the solid wooden door opens, and BoolZ steps through. He takes a quick look around, cautiously surveying the surroundings, and then makes his way to the kitchen. We follow him, and are quickly joined by Quinn as BoolZ shuts the refrigerator door after grabbing a Red Bull. She runs into what she thought would be his waiting arms only to find air as he gracefully stepped from her path.
With a look of disgust he takes in the sight of Quinn still bleeding from the head, an old worthless title belt covering her most private of parts, and now kneeling on the floor.)
BoolZ; “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Quinn; “Nothing now. Go ahead ask me how my match went?”
(She taps the gold plate of her belt.)
BoolZ; “There hasn’t been an aW Light Heavyweight match in four years. Why are you here?”
(She stands up, smile gone, and unappreciative of his tone.)
Quinn; “Excuse me? I live here, and there too was a match. I won, look at my cut, that bastard cold clocked me with a vase when I wasn’t looking. So how was your business trip? Did you get the big account?”
(BoolZ searches for the words, and can only muster a look of shock followed by simple mumbles.)
BoolZ; “What?”
Quinn; “Oh yeah, and tell your whore I say hi, and that I’m going to kill her.”
(He can’t even find the mumble anymore.)
Quinn; “It’s ok though, it is. I forgive you. I know it must be hard being on the road all the time and you get lonely. It’s ok I’ve come up with a solution. Yeah, see when I find your little whore girlfriend I’m going to cut out her cunt. You can take it with you since you like fucking her so much, and that way it’s just like masturbation, and you don’t have to cheat on me anymore. So since that’s settled, I was thinking a May wedding, so hopefully Randy Jr. can be born on Valentines Day.”
(Even the look of shock on the Red Bull Icons face seems lost. BoolZ holding his still sealed can of Red Bull turns, and slowly begins walking to the front door.)
BoolZ; “Uhm... I’m uh… I’m going to be back in one hour. If you’re still here, then I’m going to call the cops.”
(Quinn’s face fills the rage. She knows where he’s going.)
Quinn; “Fine, go to your whore! Run into her whore arms, and kiss her whore lips, and fuck her whore pussy, and know I’m going to destroy her whore life!”
(At the front door BoolZ turns to face Quinn. A confused hurt look on his face.)
BoolZ; “Who is this whore you keep talking about? You were the whore you crazy bitch! I used you, and threw you away. You were just a disposable fuck, a good time, and honestly it wasn’t even that good. Now who do you think I’m running off to?”
(Reaching between the gold plate and the leather strap of the belt Quinn pulls out the folded piece of the picture she tore last week. She unfolds in, and holds it up for BoolZ to see.)
Quinn; “I’m not stupid, Randy! I know she’s your little whore, and you can try to lie to me and hurt me, but I know you love me! That’s why you never put my panties in a frame, because I was special, and she was the trophy. She was the cheap fuck, but I forgive you. I’m even wearing her panties now, the fat bitch whore.”
(Quinn putting her hand down unfastens the belt letting it fall the floor. She stands there smiling at BoolZ wearing only Maddy’s underwear from BoolZ’s first time and his black and blue kick pads.)
Quinn; “See I’ll be your whore, just say you love me.”
(BoolZ again struggles with his words. This time it’s not in search of the right words, but a battle between what he wants to say and what he can’t help doing.)
BoolZ; “Those were all I had left.”
(BoolZ shuts the door not taking his eyes off the girl still in his kitchen. BoolZ places his still sealed Red Bull on a small table near the front door. BoolZ slowly begins walking into the kitchen with the same hitch in his step he gets when ever he faces his past or runs from his future as we fade out.)
Quinn; “Randy, what is this, you’re scaring me Randy!”
-Thursday 06:27-
(The sun is rising on the quiet suburban street in BoolZ’s neighborhood. The trees that line the road and provide shade during the summer are slowly turning various shades of orange, yellow, and brown. The sprinklers of his neighbors lawn finally shut off after the morning soaking of his fresh laid sod. The paper boy running rather late finally begins delivering down this street. He must have been up studying all night, and over slept. The Oceanside City Coroners office vehicle pulls away from the smoldering rubble that was once BoolZ’s home, and off in the distance a mocking bird mimics the sounds of a car alarm.
As we take in the full scope of the total and complete damage we see BoolZ standing in the middle of a pile of charred timber. He sifts through the ash with his foot oblivious to his surroundings. He had already spoken with arson and homicide, and was re-assured the cause of the fire appeared to be an accident sometime after one in the morning.
As if the smoke and fumes from the paint and plastic weren’t enough we watch as he takes out a cigarette, a pop and a flick later uses his Zippo to light it, and inhales deeply. An all to familiar voice is heard behind him. He doesn’t need to look. He knows who it is. He knows that sweet subtle scent of jasmine, he knows the raven colored hair that was surely there, he remembers the blue eyes where he would lose all hope and concern for hours while gazing deeply into her abyss. She was home.)
Maddy; “You know those things will kill ya.”
(He can’t look at her. Not now.)
BoolZ; “If I’m lucky. How ya been?”
Maddy; “Better than you I guess. What happened?”
BoolZ; “Fire department thinks last night around one someone knocked over a candle, and it lit a curtain or something on fire.”
Maddy; “Someone?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I had a guest.”
Maddy; “Oh. So was she clumsy or were he legs shaky?”
(Picking up the kitchen sink as that’s one of the only things still recognizable.)
BoolZ; “Yeah I don’t really know. I was upstairs asleep.”
Maddy; “That’s a real shame. So you’re over your nightmares?”
BoolZ; “No.”
Maddy; “You gonna look at me?”
BoolZ; “Not today.”
Maddy; “C’mon Ran, how long are we gonna play these games? Let’s go. We can be in Guadalupe by nightfall, easy. Just the two of us, alone, together, finally. When are you going to let me in?”
BoolZ; “I got promises to keep.”
(BoolZ with his head hung low begins back to his truck kitchen sink still in hand.)
Maddy; “You know you can’t keep chasing his dream. You can’t keep living for a ghost, Ran. I can’t keep waiting.”
(BoolZ slides open the cargo compartment of his truck, looks down at the sink in disbelief, and tosses it in before pulling the roll door shut. He tilts his head just slightly back at Maddy.)
BoolZ; “I wont make you.”
(BoolZ gets into the truck, pulls a pair of white cotton panties from his pocket, tosses them into the glove box, and sticks Maddy’s torn picture between the dash and an air vent.
Maddy stands in the ruined broken former home of BoolZ as the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile pulls out of the driveway, out of her life again, and down the street.)
