Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 22:30:37 GMT -5
(Our scene opens right outside the door of Austin....all of a sudden "Fucking in the Bushes" by Oasis begins to play inside as BoolZ comes walking in with Conni. He sees Austin, but we don't.)
BoolZ; “Well... looks like Battleground just got a lot tougher for everyone else.”
Austin; “Yeah, everyone.”
(We still can’t see Chris Austin, but based by the look on BoolZ’s face we can tell something is different.)
BoolZ; “Alright. So Kiseragi said you were looking for me. I guess you got my message about the Bring Your Own Kitchen Sink match against Severino this week. I think I got it figured out already though. I was filling up the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile in Chula Vista yesterday, started talking with this chic, Vicky, and before I knew it I had pounded her into the sink in the crapper so hard the damn thing broke. Anyway, I got it in the truck, and I figure I’ll just use that to bash Diamond Jack.”
(Conni making a strange snarling sound causes our attention, and most of RBI’s to drift down to the Red Nosed Pit Bull. We see the young puppy chewing on the left leg of the Owen Peterson Fhwoom Doll. Keeping one eye on Austin, BoolZ bends over, and takes the toy from his companion. Conni begins yelping and begging for its return as Austin is heard sniffling, and responding with a grumbled voice.)
Austin; “Oh yeah, you’re going to bring a gas station bathroom sink to your match. Your Bring Your Own KITCHEN Sink match. Good, that’s real good, but your match wasn’t what I was looking for ya for. In fact, never mind. I’m good.”
BoolZ; “What you don’t think it’ll fly?”
Austin; “Play what you’ve been dealt, bro. Seems kind of cheesy though.”
BoolZ; “Yeah I guess you’re probably right. I figured it’d be good in a kinda welcome to my world idea though. I mean all we ever see is DJS fawning over Gabby in posh hotel penthouses, decked out in Armani suits, throwing money around preaching about investments. Figured I’d show him what real life is like when he gets in the ring with the Hardcore Champion. I can see your point though, I mean kitchens are kitchens, but sinks aren’t always sinks. Guess I’ll head over to Home Depot or something a little later.”
Austin; “Home Depot, huh? Let me ask you something Hardcore Champion. Are you hardcore?”
(The look on the Red Bull Icon’s face clearly shows bewilderment. If Austin’s words or unseen actions are the cause we’re not sure.)
BoolZ; “Hardcore? Yeah, this belt says I’m plenty hardcore.”
Austin; “Really, that belt says quite a bit, but are you sure you’re hardcore?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. What are you getting at?”
Austin; “Oohhhh, yeah, huh?”
BoolZ; “What are you getting at with the am I hardcore stuff?”
Austin; “Dude, nothing. Don’t worry about it. Seriously though you drive a moving truck full of weapons around, the show doesn’t tour, and I’ve only seen you use the stuff a couple of times. Are you sure you’re hardcore, and remember when Brandon Brown needed help manning up I was the guy he came to.”
BoolZ; “Why do I drive around with all that plunder? Why don’t I use all those solid forms of bad intentions? Simple. They’re not for me, and yeah I’m feeling pretty friggin’ hardcore right about now.”
(The muffled sounds of gagging and gasping for air fill the room right up until Austin is heard letting out a loud sigh, and as our view stays fixated on BoolZ he raises an eyebrow, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a pack on Marlboro Blend 27 cigarettes.)
Austin; “Alright yeah, babe you were right. That was a royal blowjob.”
(Finally entering the screen we see a perfectly tanned, long haired, blonde woman no older than 19 walking past BoolZ to the door. He politely offers her a cigarette as she wipes her mouth with the back on her hand, she waves him off, and we all watch her perfect rear end walk away.)
Austin; “Oh shit, BoolZ, you’re still here? Figured you would have found a much more imaginative way of securing a sink by now. If you’re so hardcore, anyway. Now if you’ll excuse me, that was a good warm up, but I’m ready for the main course. I got some pussy to hunt.”
(The scene fades out as Austin walks into and then out of frame only stopping shortly to pat Conni on the head.
We fade back in an hour or so later, and are just in time to see BoolZ enter the cafeteria at GIW Arena. As usual the place in empty except for the few members of the production staff who can’t afford to eat anywhere else. As we follow BoolZ and Conni past the rows of empty seats getting closer and closer to the kitchen the sound of a table saw or power drill, or maybe it’s a sanding belt begins screeching through the air. BoolZ makes a straight path to the kitchen door, looking down to Conni with a concerned look.
BoolZ pushes open the double doors leading into the kitchen and we see Obese Tony frantically working on his new recipe. His back is to us but by his flailing arms, constant checking and double checking his stained cook book, and every so often tasting his finger it is clear he is working extremely hard. BoolZ after a moment of being unnoticed, looks down to Conni again, and taps Tony on the shoulder. Tony jumps as high as his girth will allow, turns, and comes to close to stabbing the Hardcore Champion.)
BoolZ; “Oh, what the hell!”
Obese Tony; “Oh goody, my Tang and Ox snout has arrived I take it!”
(BoolZ gets a look of uncertainty as he shifts his eyes around the room.)
BoolZ; “Uh, yeah. Skinny’s out front with it. He asked if I’d come get you. I guess the delivery guy was new or something and just unloaded the stuff at the front door. Skinny needs a hand helping you out.”
Obese Tony; “McSkinny? I didn’t know he was back. I don’t recall seeing him lately. Oh goody, finally someone to eat the leftovers!”
(BoolZ stands aside as Obese Tony puts down the screwdriver down, and waddles out of the kitchen covered in some poor creations blood. BoolZ looks down at Conni again, and then the two of them head to the sink.)
BoolZ; “Can never be too careful, buddy. I mean when was the last time you chased a stray cat anywhere near the building?”
(As BoolZ and Conni arrive at the sink they are instantly greeted by the most horrific smell imaginable. Both scrunch their noses, both look at each other and both look back to the door as if to wonder if it’s worth it.)
BoolZ; “God it smells like Jack got into Gabrielle’s special drawer of ‘remote controls’. When was the last time they did the dishes around this place?”
(BoolZ looks around, then double checks to make sure his puppy is still safe, and then pulls the sink off the wall. The sink measuring no less than five feet in length, at least 20 inches deep and wide, and filled to its industrial sized capacity was no easy task to make budge. With a loud thud, crash, and bang the steel sink crashes to the floor once the legs were forced to sustain the weight by themselves. Conni leaps out the way as RBI’s feet get covered to his ankles in rotting vegetation, rancid meat, and grease covered plastic plates.)
BoolZ; “Oh this is just… it’s just… I don’t know what it is, but Jack’s gonna have it coming to him after this.”
(BoolZ frozen in place, afraid to move, afraid to disturb the mountain of filth, and afraid of what weird bacteria might be scouring his feet at the moment looks around for Conni. Conni a good 8 feet away, and just barely out of the radius of rubbish, looks back at the Red Bull Icon.)
BoolZ; “Alright good, can never be too careful. What, don’t look at me like that. It becomes mine. Besides, what better kitchen sink to use than GIW’s kitchen sink. Come on let’s get the hell outta here.”
(BoolZ reaches down for one more pull attempting to drag the sink behind, but it doesn’t give. BoolZ pulls harder, reaches up with his second hand to pull, and then finally a third time this time ensuring his feet are set and planted.)
BoolZ; “Oh you gotta be kidding me!”
(Frustrated, BoolZ stands upright looking down at the sink on the floor in amazement.)
BoolZ; “The damn thing is as hollow as Papa Severino’s wedding vows would be empty if Gabrielle would just give him to nod. Or he had more money.”
(A flick, pop, and snap later BoolZ puts his Zippo away, inhales deeply, and ponders the current predicament.)
BoolZ; “Aw, the pipes! Damnit, come on Conni!”
(Taking high long steps BoolZ negotiates his way through the mess, and with Conni in tow leaves the kitchen.)
BoolZ; “Damn thing wouldn’t have worked anyway. ‘A’ it was flimsier than Gabby’s lingerie, ‘B’ it was too big and awkward like Jack, and ‘C’ it was just plain dirty. I got a better idea anyway.”
(The scene fades out as the kitchen doors shut.)
*****
I heard they had returned from where ever it was they had run off to. They, it had to be they, that murderous jezebel and poor misguided Declan. Knowing that they had reportedly returned to the city of angels I once again took up my lookout. If Declan wouldn’t watch out for himself, I would make sure I watched twice as hard. With McGuire not seen in weeks, most likely met the same fate at the beast’s hands, it seems the investigation had vanished, but the truth is still ugly no matter how many people aren’t looking for it. That strumpet killed a man. Cold blooded, hate filled, and completely unremorseful that monster viciously struck down another human being. It will not take my best friend.
I had been in this apartment for a few days now, but haven’t seen a thing. Good thing I had that run as ManChamp as the champions pay for even just the one month would be enough to secure my keep for as long as it would take to ensure Declan was out of harm’s way. I don’t even have any furniture yet, just the steel chair that lummox ‘Diamond’ Jack Severino tried to cripple me with. I wasn’t sure why I kept the chair, but part of me almost thinks taking that beating meant I was really a true wrestler. Silly I’m sure, but at least no one died.
And I sat, I sat on my steel chair, I looked through my cracked binoculars, and I ate my stale pizza. Not seeing Declan, or worse yet not seeing the murderer was starting to wear on me. I sat from morning, through the afternoon, and well into the night. I sat, watched, and ate for days. Nothing, not even a flutter of the curtains or a light on at night to indicate they were home. I started to wonder if perhaps the rumors of the GIW doing better than expected were true, and the ‘happy’ ‘couple’ had purchased a new home to god forbid raise a family in. I started to wonder if maybe that angel garbed devil had discovered my concerns, and planted the bug in Declan’s ear to stay out of sight. Then I remembered people had seen him, with her unfortunately, but alive none the less. I started to wonde...
*****
(When our scene fades back in it is clear some time had passed. We are in a small apartment somewhere in downtown L.A. The only furniture being a steel chair near the window, and safely under a sleeping Brandon McSkinny. We look through the window he must have fallen asleep looking through hoping to find whatever nice piece of tail the young pervert was looking at, but instantly recognize the balcony across the way as the Prescott’s.
The blinds pulled shut, but not completely closed. We can see glimpses of a figure walking through what must be the living room, and being followed by what looks like a puppy. The lights are on, but the distance and blinds to much of an impedance. We fade out briefly.
When the images return we are in the living room Declan and Cara call home. Everything is neat and tidy with only the faintest aroma reminding us of the partnership between Prescott and Roberts. The apartment full of stale air and void of life except the kitchen. When we turn the corner we are greeted with the sight of Conni sitting next the fridge, BoolZ on his back under the sink, cigarette smoke billowing up from the drain, and the sounds of a wrench had at work.)
BoolZ; “See Conni, I told you this was a better idea. I mean Obese Tony’s sink was all nasty and huge. Sure it was GIW’s actual kitchen sink, but this is Prescott’s. Let’s see Severino or Montgomery prove they’ve got what it takes to actually take something from the boss. Yeah this is a much better idea.”
(The metal on metal clanking sounds have stopped. BoolZ pulls himself from under the sink, stands up, and cracks open a fresh Red Bull. He looks down at Conni who patiently waits next to the refrigerator. After a swig BoolZ places the can next to a large brown duffle bag, dumps his wrench into to the sack, and pulls out a circular saw.)
BoolZ; “See I even remembered the proper tools this time. See you have to be properly prepared. Like right now I bet Jack is sitting on a sofa in some swanky hotel room, Gabby’s there teasing him with her caramel toned skin, and he’s yapping with his momma about how he loves her, and he knows she loves him because she wanted to sleep with Raiana so she let him join in. Well, I’ll give him his credit both were smoking hot, but if the Diamond Princess needs a double doing with a remote control of all things ‘cause Jack’s just not up to task apparently than what makes him think Raiana was his gift. Hell I’d put money on the fact that she was probably a present from Gabs to Gabs. She probably figured it’d be at least one night without that sweaty goliath on top of her.”
(Plugging the circular saw into the wall outlet over the dishwasher, BoolZ puts on a pair of safety goggles, and nonchalantly proceeds to cut the countertop around the sink in two straight lines. The sink dips being supported only by the wall. Having done its job BoolZ unplugs the saw, neatly wraps the cord, and places it back in the bag before tossing in the safety goggles. He zips up the bag, and then kicks the sink causing it to come loose from the wall and fall to into the cupboard.)
BoolZ; “Oh, that didn’t sound good.”
(BoolZ picks up the sink with one hand while flicking his cigarette ash on the tile floor with the other hand. He places the sink on the countertop, and flicks the basin with his finger before turning back to Conni.)
BoolZ; “Yeah I was afraid of that. All the money I bet Declan is paying for this apartment, and they stick him with a crappy sink. I mean it is light, it’s thin, and hell I don’t even think is steel. Aluminum is a more likely guess. All show no substance. Just like Mr. Diamond in the Rough. Nice and shiny, sparkles from a distance, but up close you see it’s just a childish piece of glass that ‘oohhhs’ and ‘gaws’ at that first glimpse of a woman.”
(BoolZ picks up his bag, takes a final gulp from his Red Bull before tossing the empty can into the trash can, and begins to walk away leaving the sink behind.)
BoolZ; “Come on Conni, I got another idea.”
(Again the scene fades out from the Prescott’s apartment, and then back in. This time however it is completely obvious where we are. The perfectly manicured lawn, the Romanesque pillars that line the front porch, the huge double doors leading into the mansion, and the barrage of automobiles in the driveway all indicate we can only be at the home of Travis Roberts. As usual he is having a party.
The light from his grand hall tries to shine through the windows, but the dense smoke filters all but the strongest rays. There is laughter, but it more resembles barking or howling. There are shapeless forms that pass in front of the windows from time to time, but they are far from walking. More like gracefully stumbling from one place to another without rhyme or reason. We join BoolZ with Conni at his side one more time as they approach the front door.)
BoolZ; “We gotta make this one quick Conni. I got the wrench a sledge hammer. We get in, grab the sink, and we get out. I know Roberts probably spent thousands on this sink. I mean he was living it up. Probably wasting the TWiSTeD Fight Clubs money right up until GWAR put his two faced ass out of action and M.J. left him. Now just remember, be quiet.”
(As if he belonged there BoolZ and Consequences walks straight to the door, opened it, and entered unannounced. The scene, one straight from Sodom and Gomorra, consisting of nothing but self indulgence and debauchery would almost be troubling if it weren’t for the obvious good times being had. BoolZ can’t help the hitch in his step he always gets when confronted by his past or forced to face his future, but pushes on turning away from the party while seeking the kitchen.
The noise though is too much for Conni who begins to bark at the depravity. In a panic BoolZ pivots to have his companion trying to silence the animal. Finally he gives in, reaches into his back pocket, produces the Owen Peterson Fhwoom doll from earlier in the afternoon, and gives it to his friend. Conni quickly returns to gnawing on the left leg as the two continue their search.)
\\In a flash we’re in a very nicely decorated bedroom. The alarm clock reads 3:37am, the snoring is coming from the women lying in bed, and the television has switched to the solid white noise that so many televisions used to switch to before infomercials. The man springs forward pulling the comforter off his wife in the process, and lets out a blood curdling scream. The woman startled sits up in a panic.//
{Woman; Owen, honey, what’s wrong?}
{Owen Peterson; Shit it’s like something is eating me alive! It’s that damn Hastings, I know it!}
{Woman; One of the wrestlers is eating you? Are you sure it wasn’t just a nightmare?}
{Peterson; No it wasn’t a nightmare, I can still feel it! It’s Hastings, and that psycho he travels with I know it. He’s convinced I’m out to get him, but damnit after this he hasn’t seen anything yet!}
\\Owen Peterson stands up out of bed holding his leg as best he can as he stumbles from the bedroom. Mrs. Peterson rolls her eyes at the absurdity of what she just heard, and lays back down.//
(When we rejoin BoolZ and Conni they have already found the kitchen, and BoolZ is standing in the rubble that was a few minutes ago Travis Roberts solid marble countertop. He places the sledge hammer on the ground, picks up the sink with both hands, and gives it a good once over.)
BoolZ; “Yeah this’ll do. Heavy too! Must be ceramic or tile or something. Real old world craftsmanship here, Conni. This’ll do nicely. Ok, let’s go!”
(BoolZ hoists the sink over his head, turns to leave as Conni continues working over his new chew toy, and is greeted by a red eyed Travis Roberts standing in the doorway. His jaw open, his face blank, his eyes blinking rapidly. BoolZ freezes as Conni pays no attention to anything but the voodoo doll. ‘The Headliner’ is clearly trying to make out the words as he looks back at the pile where his counter used to be, then to BoolZ, then to Conni, and finally back to the counter. BoolZ stiff legged begins to waddle his way towards Roberts still with the sink over his head.)
BoolZ; “Wah, wah, wah, wah, wahhhh!!”
(The best penguin impression BoolZ could muster without laughing takes Travis Roberts by complete surprise as he shakes his head in disbelief. He watches as BoolZ and Conni with his sink walk from the kitchen and out of sight. He looks back at the hole in his kitchen, and then looks down at the rollup in his hand.)
Roberts; “The Blessed One is going to kill that penguin!”
(We catch back up to BoolZ and Conni just as he’s sliding shut the cargo roll door of the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile. He looks at Conni as he opens the driver’s side door. As the pre-recorded sounds of thousands of fans cheering begins to play, and Conni hops into the cab.)
BoolZ; “Yeah that’s right. That’s the sink. Well I guess I could use the sink from my place that burnt down last week. I mean hell the friggin' thing made it through a fire, I'd bet it's tougher than anything Severino could come up with. Either way, more fun than shopping at Home Depot.”
(The scene ends as BoolZ shuts the door, and pulls out of the driveway.)
BoolZ; “Well... looks like Battleground just got a lot tougher for everyone else.”
Austin; “Yeah, everyone.”
(We still can’t see Chris Austin, but based by the look on BoolZ’s face we can tell something is different.)
BoolZ; “Alright. So Kiseragi said you were looking for me. I guess you got my message about the Bring Your Own Kitchen Sink match against Severino this week. I think I got it figured out already though. I was filling up the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile in Chula Vista yesterday, started talking with this chic, Vicky, and before I knew it I had pounded her into the sink in the crapper so hard the damn thing broke. Anyway, I got it in the truck, and I figure I’ll just use that to bash Diamond Jack.”
(Conni making a strange snarling sound causes our attention, and most of RBI’s to drift down to the Red Nosed Pit Bull. We see the young puppy chewing on the left leg of the Owen Peterson Fhwoom Doll. Keeping one eye on Austin, BoolZ bends over, and takes the toy from his companion. Conni begins yelping and begging for its return as Austin is heard sniffling, and responding with a grumbled voice.)
Austin; “Oh yeah, you’re going to bring a gas station bathroom sink to your match. Your Bring Your Own KITCHEN Sink match. Good, that’s real good, but your match wasn’t what I was looking for ya for. In fact, never mind. I’m good.”
BoolZ; “What you don’t think it’ll fly?”
Austin; “Play what you’ve been dealt, bro. Seems kind of cheesy though.”
BoolZ; “Yeah I guess you’re probably right. I figured it’d be good in a kinda welcome to my world idea though. I mean all we ever see is DJS fawning over Gabby in posh hotel penthouses, decked out in Armani suits, throwing money around preaching about investments. Figured I’d show him what real life is like when he gets in the ring with the Hardcore Champion. I can see your point though, I mean kitchens are kitchens, but sinks aren’t always sinks. Guess I’ll head over to Home Depot or something a little later.”
Austin; “Home Depot, huh? Let me ask you something Hardcore Champion. Are you hardcore?”
(The look on the Red Bull Icon’s face clearly shows bewilderment. If Austin’s words or unseen actions are the cause we’re not sure.)
BoolZ; “Hardcore? Yeah, this belt says I’m plenty hardcore.”
Austin; “Really, that belt says quite a bit, but are you sure you’re hardcore?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. What are you getting at?”
Austin; “Oohhhh, yeah, huh?”
BoolZ; “What are you getting at with the am I hardcore stuff?”
Austin; “Dude, nothing. Don’t worry about it. Seriously though you drive a moving truck full of weapons around, the show doesn’t tour, and I’ve only seen you use the stuff a couple of times. Are you sure you’re hardcore, and remember when Brandon Brown needed help manning up I was the guy he came to.”
BoolZ; “Why do I drive around with all that plunder? Why don’t I use all those solid forms of bad intentions? Simple. They’re not for me, and yeah I’m feeling pretty friggin’ hardcore right about now.”
(The muffled sounds of gagging and gasping for air fill the room right up until Austin is heard letting out a loud sigh, and as our view stays fixated on BoolZ he raises an eyebrow, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a pack on Marlboro Blend 27 cigarettes.)
Austin; “Alright yeah, babe you were right. That was a royal blowjob.”
(Finally entering the screen we see a perfectly tanned, long haired, blonde woman no older than 19 walking past BoolZ to the door. He politely offers her a cigarette as she wipes her mouth with the back on her hand, she waves him off, and we all watch her perfect rear end walk away.)
Austin; “Oh shit, BoolZ, you’re still here? Figured you would have found a much more imaginative way of securing a sink by now. If you’re so hardcore, anyway. Now if you’ll excuse me, that was a good warm up, but I’m ready for the main course. I got some pussy to hunt.”
(The scene fades out as Austin walks into and then out of frame only stopping shortly to pat Conni on the head.
We fade back in an hour or so later, and are just in time to see BoolZ enter the cafeteria at GIW Arena. As usual the place in empty except for the few members of the production staff who can’t afford to eat anywhere else. As we follow BoolZ and Conni past the rows of empty seats getting closer and closer to the kitchen the sound of a table saw or power drill, or maybe it’s a sanding belt begins screeching through the air. BoolZ makes a straight path to the kitchen door, looking down to Conni with a concerned look.
BoolZ pushes open the double doors leading into the kitchen and we see Obese Tony frantically working on his new recipe. His back is to us but by his flailing arms, constant checking and double checking his stained cook book, and every so often tasting his finger it is clear he is working extremely hard. BoolZ after a moment of being unnoticed, looks down to Conni again, and taps Tony on the shoulder. Tony jumps as high as his girth will allow, turns, and comes to close to stabbing the Hardcore Champion.)
BoolZ; “Oh, what the hell!”
Obese Tony; “Oh goody, my Tang and Ox snout has arrived I take it!”
(BoolZ gets a look of uncertainty as he shifts his eyes around the room.)
BoolZ; “Uh, yeah. Skinny’s out front with it. He asked if I’d come get you. I guess the delivery guy was new or something and just unloaded the stuff at the front door. Skinny needs a hand helping you out.”
Obese Tony; “McSkinny? I didn’t know he was back. I don’t recall seeing him lately. Oh goody, finally someone to eat the leftovers!”
(BoolZ stands aside as Obese Tony puts down the screwdriver down, and waddles out of the kitchen covered in some poor creations blood. BoolZ looks down at Conni again, and then the two of them head to the sink.)
BoolZ; “Can never be too careful, buddy. I mean when was the last time you chased a stray cat anywhere near the building?”
(As BoolZ and Conni arrive at the sink they are instantly greeted by the most horrific smell imaginable. Both scrunch their noses, both look at each other and both look back to the door as if to wonder if it’s worth it.)
BoolZ; “God it smells like Jack got into Gabrielle’s special drawer of ‘remote controls’. When was the last time they did the dishes around this place?”
(BoolZ looks around, then double checks to make sure his puppy is still safe, and then pulls the sink off the wall. The sink measuring no less than five feet in length, at least 20 inches deep and wide, and filled to its industrial sized capacity was no easy task to make budge. With a loud thud, crash, and bang the steel sink crashes to the floor once the legs were forced to sustain the weight by themselves. Conni leaps out the way as RBI’s feet get covered to his ankles in rotting vegetation, rancid meat, and grease covered plastic plates.)
BoolZ; “Oh this is just… it’s just… I don’t know what it is, but Jack’s gonna have it coming to him after this.”
(BoolZ frozen in place, afraid to move, afraid to disturb the mountain of filth, and afraid of what weird bacteria might be scouring his feet at the moment looks around for Conni. Conni a good 8 feet away, and just barely out of the radius of rubbish, looks back at the Red Bull Icon.)
BoolZ; “Alright good, can never be too careful. What, don’t look at me like that. It becomes mine. Besides, what better kitchen sink to use than GIW’s kitchen sink. Come on let’s get the hell outta here.”
(BoolZ reaches down for one more pull attempting to drag the sink behind, but it doesn’t give. BoolZ pulls harder, reaches up with his second hand to pull, and then finally a third time this time ensuring his feet are set and planted.)
BoolZ; “Oh you gotta be kidding me!”
(Frustrated, BoolZ stands upright looking down at the sink on the floor in amazement.)
BoolZ; “The damn thing is as hollow as Papa Severino’s wedding vows would be empty if Gabrielle would just give him to nod. Or he had more money.”
(A flick, pop, and snap later BoolZ puts his Zippo away, inhales deeply, and ponders the current predicament.)
BoolZ; “Aw, the pipes! Damnit, come on Conni!”
(Taking high long steps BoolZ negotiates his way through the mess, and with Conni in tow leaves the kitchen.)
BoolZ; “Damn thing wouldn’t have worked anyway. ‘A’ it was flimsier than Gabby’s lingerie, ‘B’ it was too big and awkward like Jack, and ‘C’ it was just plain dirty. I got a better idea anyway.”
(The scene fades out as the kitchen doors shut.)
*****
I heard they had returned from where ever it was they had run off to. They, it had to be they, that murderous jezebel and poor misguided Declan. Knowing that they had reportedly returned to the city of angels I once again took up my lookout. If Declan wouldn’t watch out for himself, I would make sure I watched twice as hard. With McGuire not seen in weeks, most likely met the same fate at the beast’s hands, it seems the investigation had vanished, but the truth is still ugly no matter how many people aren’t looking for it. That strumpet killed a man. Cold blooded, hate filled, and completely unremorseful that monster viciously struck down another human being. It will not take my best friend.
I had been in this apartment for a few days now, but haven’t seen a thing. Good thing I had that run as ManChamp as the champions pay for even just the one month would be enough to secure my keep for as long as it would take to ensure Declan was out of harm’s way. I don’t even have any furniture yet, just the steel chair that lummox ‘Diamond’ Jack Severino tried to cripple me with. I wasn’t sure why I kept the chair, but part of me almost thinks taking that beating meant I was really a true wrestler. Silly I’m sure, but at least no one died.
And I sat, I sat on my steel chair, I looked through my cracked binoculars, and I ate my stale pizza. Not seeing Declan, or worse yet not seeing the murderer was starting to wear on me. I sat from morning, through the afternoon, and well into the night. I sat, watched, and ate for days. Nothing, not even a flutter of the curtains or a light on at night to indicate they were home. I started to wonder if perhaps the rumors of the GIW doing better than expected were true, and the ‘happy’ ‘couple’ had purchased a new home to god forbid raise a family in. I started to wonder if maybe that angel garbed devil had discovered my concerns, and planted the bug in Declan’s ear to stay out of sight. Then I remembered people had seen him, with her unfortunately, but alive none the less. I started to wonde...
*****
(When our scene fades back in it is clear some time had passed. We are in a small apartment somewhere in downtown L.A. The only furniture being a steel chair near the window, and safely under a sleeping Brandon McSkinny. We look through the window he must have fallen asleep looking through hoping to find whatever nice piece of tail the young pervert was looking at, but instantly recognize the balcony across the way as the Prescott’s.
The blinds pulled shut, but not completely closed. We can see glimpses of a figure walking through what must be the living room, and being followed by what looks like a puppy. The lights are on, but the distance and blinds to much of an impedance. We fade out briefly.
When the images return we are in the living room Declan and Cara call home. Everything is neat and tidy with only the faintest aroma reminding us of the partnership between Prescott and Roberts. The apartment full of stale air and void of life except the kitchen. When we turn the corner we are greeted with the sight of Conni sitting next the fridge, BoolZ on his back under the sink, cigarette smoke billowing up from the drain, and the sounds of a wrench had at work.)
BoolZ; “See Conni, I told you this was a better idea. I mean Obese Tony’s sink was all nasty and huge. Sure it was GIW’s actual kitchen sink, but this is Prescott’s. Let’s see Severino or Montgomery prove they’ve got what it takes to actually take something from the boss. Yeah this is a much better idea.”
(The metal on metal clanking sounds have stopped. BoolZ pulls himself from under the sink, stands up, and cracks open a fresh Red Bull. He looks down at Conni who patiently waits next to the refrigerator. After a swig BoolZ places the can next to a large brown duffle bag, dumps his wrench into to the sack, and pulls out a circular saw.)
BoolZ; “See I even remembered the proper tools this time. See you have to be properly prepared. Like right now I bet Jack is sitting on a sofa in some swanky hotel room, Gabby’s there teasing him with her caramel toned skin, and he’s yapping with his momma about how he loves her, and he knows she loves him because she wanted to sleep with Raiana so she let him join in. Well, I’ll give him his credit both were smoking hot, but if the Diamond Princess needs a double doing with a remote control of all things ‘cause Jack’s just not up to task apparently than what makes him think Raiana was his gift. Hell I’d put money on the fact that she was probably a present from Gabs to Gabs. She probably figured it’d be at least one night without that sweaty goliath on top of her.”
(Plugging the circular saw into the wall outlet over the dishwasher, BoolZ puts on a pair of safety goggles, and nonchalantly proceeds to cut the countertop around the sink in two straight lines. The sink dips being supported only by the wall. Having done its job BoolZ unplugs the saw, neatly wraps the cord, and places it back in the bag before tossing in the safety goggles. He zips up the bag, and then kicks the sink causing it to come loose from the wall and fall to into the cupboard.)
BoolZ; “Oh, that didn’t sound good.”
(BoolZ picks up the sink with one hand while flicking his cigarette ash on the tile floor with the other hand. He places the sink on the countertop, and flicks the basin with his finger before turning back to Conni.)
BoolZ; “Yeah I was afraid of that. All the money I bet Declan is paying for this apartment, and they stick him with a crappy sink. I mean it is light, it’s thin, and hell I don’t even think is steel. Aluminum is a more likely guess. All show no substance. Just like Mr. Diamond in the Rough. Nice and shiny, sparkles from a distance, but up close you see it’s just a childish piece of glass that ‘oohhhs’ and ‘gaws’ at that first glimpse of a woman.”
(BoolZ picks up his bag, takes a final gulp from his Red Bull before tossing the empty can into the trash can, and begins to walk away leaving the sink behind.)
BoolZ; “Come on Conni, I got another idea.”
(Again the scene fades out from the Prescott’s apartment, and then back in. This time however it is completely obvious where we are. The perfectly manicured lawn, the Romanesque pillars that line the front porch, the huge double doors leading into the mansion, and the barrage of automobiles in the driveway all indicate we can only be at the home of Travis Roberts. As usual he is having a party.
The light from his grand hall tries to shine through the windows, but the dense smoke filters all but the strongest rays. There is laughter, but it more resembles barking or howling. There are shapeless forms that pass in front of the windows from time to time, but they are far from walking. More like gracefully stumbling from one place to another without rhyme or reason. We join BoolZ with Conni at his side one more time as they approach the front door.)
BoolZ; “We gotta make this one quick Conni. I got the wrench a sledge hammer. We get in, grab the sink, and we get out. I know Roberts probably spent thousands on this sink. I mean he was living it up. Probably wasting the TWiSTeD Fight Clubs money right up until GWAR put his two faced ass out of action and M.J. left him. Now just remember, be quiet.”
(As if he belonged there BoolZ and Consequences walks straight to the door, opened it, and entered unannounced. The scene, one straight from Sodom and Gomorra, consisting of nothing but self indulgence and debauchery would almost be troubling if it weren’t for the obvious good times being had. BoolZ can’t help the hitch in his step he always gets when confronted by his past or forced to face his future, but pushes on turning away from the party while seeking the kitchen.
The noise though is too much for Conni who begins to bark at the depravity. In a panic BoolZ pivots to have his companion trying to silence the animal. Finally he gives in, reaches into his back pocket, produces the Owen Peterson Fhwoom doll from earlier in the afternoon, and gives it to his friend. Conni quickly returns to gnawing on the left leg as the two continue their search.)
\\In a flash we’re in a very nicely decorated bedroom. The alarm clock reads 3:37am, the snoring is coming from the women lying in bed, and the television has switched to the solid white noise that so many televisions used to switch to before infomercials. The man springs forward pulling the comforter off his wife in the process, and lets out a blood curdling scream. The woman startled sits up in a panic.//
{Woman; Owen, honey, what’s wrong?}
{Owen Peterson; Shit it’s like something is eating me alive! It’s that damn Hastings, I know it!}
{Woman; One of the wrestlers is eating you? Are you sure it wasn’t just a nightmare?}
{Peterson; No it wasn’t a nightmare, I can still feel it! It’s Hastings, and that psycho he travels with I know it. He’s convinced I’m out to get him, but damnit after this he hasn’t seen anything yet!}
\\Owen Peterson stands up out of bed holding his leg as best he can as he stumbles from the bedroom. Mrs. Peterson rolls her eyes at the absurdity of what she just heard, and lays back down.//
(When we rejoin BoolZ and Conni they have already found the kitchen, and BoolZ is standing in the rubble that was a few minutes ago Travis Roberts solid marble countertop. He places the sledge hammer on the ground, picks up the sink with both hands, and gives it a good once over.)
BoolZ; “Yeah this’ll do. Heavy too! Must be ceramic or tile or something. Real old world craftsmanship here, Conni. This’ll do nicely. Ok, let’s go!”
(BoolZ hoists the sink over his head, turns to leave as Conni continues working over his new chew toy, and is greeted by a red eyed Travis Roberts standing in the doorway. His jaw open, his face blank, his eyes blinking rapidly. BoolZ freezes as Conni pays no attention to anything but the voodoo doll. ‘The Headliner’ is clearly trying to make out the words as he looks back at the pile where his counter used to be, then to BoolZ, then to Conni, and finally back to the counter. BoolZ stiff legged begins to waddle his way towards Roberts still with the sink over his head.)
BoolZ; “Wah, wah, wah, wah, wahhhh!!”
(The best penguin impression BoolZ could muster without laughing takes Travis Roberts by complete surprise as he shakes his head in disbelief. He watches as BoolZ and Conni with his sink walk from the kitchen and out of sight. He looks back at the hole in his kitchen, and then looks down at the rollup in his hand.)
Roberts; “The Blessed One is going to kill that penguin!”
(We catch back up to BoolZ and Conni just as he’s sliding shut the cargo roll door of the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile. He looks at Conni as he opens the driver’s side door. As the pre-recorded sounds of thousands of fans cheering begins to play, and Conni hops into the cab.)
BoolZ; “Yeah that’s right. That’s the sink. Well I guess I could use the sink from my place that burnt down last week. I mean hell the friggin' thing made it through a fire, I'd bet it's tougher than anything Severino could come up with. Either way, more fun than shopping at Home Depot.”
(The scene ends as BoolZ shuts the door, and pulls out of the driveway.)
