Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 22:37:06 GMT -5
(Our scene opens immediately following the triple threat tag match of last Sentinel. The sounds of the fans still roaring, cheering, and chanting for the victorious team of Chris Austin and Randy Boolzian echo through the arena back hallways. The smells of spilt Red Bull, stale nachos, and cheap beer bought at the concession stands fill our nose. The sight of the production staff scrambling to insure the live broadcast goes off without a hitch gives way to BoolZ bursting through the curtain leaving the entrance ramp behind with Chris Austin closely following.
BoolZ finally clear from the prying eyes of the crowd takes the chance to lean against an equipment box, and holds his back still feeling the effects of the superplex to the outside by Diamond Jack Severino. Austin uncharacteristically doesn’t break his stride as he continues from the entrance way, past a couple of make-up girls, and out of sight. BoolZ looks up in confusion as his friend ventures down the hallway, and as a still healthy Jason Reeves approaches the Red Bull Icon his face contorts to a look of disgust.)
BoolZ; “Not now, Jason. Maybe Double G’s got something for ya.”
Reeves; “Nah, I’m supposed to meet up with him in a couple of days. Besides Declan is calling for you.”
BoolZ; “Prescott? What does he want?”
Reeves; “I do not know. He just told me to find you, and have you go to his office.”
BoolZ; “Alright.”
Reeves; “But hey, while we’re here. What do you think about this Battle Grou…”
(BoolZ doesn’t wait for Reeves to finish his sentence. BoolZ doesn’t hear most of the sentence. BoolZ had already started down the hallway towards Prescott’s office. The scene quickly fades out then back in, and the next shot we see is Declan Prescott sitting behind a new regal looking desk with Cara Costello sitting on his lap filing her nails. Two leather seats sit facing the desk as the back wall is covered with bookcases brimming with what looks more like documentation than literature. The scene is interrupted by a knock at the door.
With out a word Cara gets up from Declan’s lap still filing her nails, and begins towards the door. Declan adjusts a few papers on his desk before looking up at Cara making her way to the door. “I’ll look into it.” She nervously said back to her husband. As she turns back to the door the portal flings open, and BoolZ strides into the office.
Cara and BoolZ both halt their movements. Cara and BoolZ share a wide eyed look of shock as they both jump back startled. Cara and BoolZ simultaneously slowly look down. BoolZ to his untouched stomach. Cara to her nail file.)
BoolZ; “What the hell! That’s the second time one of your staff’s come within millimeters of gutting me Prescott. First Obese Tony with what I was pretty sure was just a sharp piece of rust, and now your little whor…onable wife.”
“Maybe we should try that again.” Her eyes narrowed to slits as she hissed hatred at RBI.
“BoolZ take a seat.” The owner Prescott barked clearly out of what little patience he had.
(Cara attempts to exit as BoolZ attempts to enter the office fully. Almost as if on purpose BoolZ keeps getting in her way until finally letting her by as she grips that nail file tighter and tighter. BoolZ enters the office, walks to a chair, and is stopped.)
“Oh you know what that’s a brand new seat, and you’re all sweaty. Why don’t you stand.” Prescott almost seemed entertained as he spoke.
BoolZ; “What ever. So what’s up?”
“Well first things first.” Declan began. “Congratulations on that impressive win out there tonight. I guess you showed Kiseragi, huh. Yeah, in fact I guess you showed the world you could actually carry Austin to victory. With style too. I loved it. You know I’ve always appreciated how you nearly destroyed Austin leading up to the Gauntlet match, and just like tonight you did it all while convincing him you’re his buddy. Good stuff, and that pin attempt I’m sure sent that message loud and clear. Beautiful.”
(Disinterested BoolZ, still standing, looks off almost ignoring the owner.)
BoolZ; “Yeah whatever. If that’s all then.”
“Well actually no, we’ve got some actual business here.” Prescott continued. “You know you’ve been around the GIW for awhile now, and your contracts just about up. Before we offer your extension to your agent, I wanted to touch base with you. Find out where you stand on a few things. You know make sure we’re on the same page, and working for the same goal. So do you know why Travis Roberts is going to make the perfect Global Champion?”
BoolZ; “What?”
“Global Champion. After Roberts beats that puppet champion Komosube he will be the Global Champion.” Declan explained. “So do you know why he’ll make the perfect champion?”
(Confusion giving way to annoyance.)
BoolZ; “Yeah you know I think I do. I mean unlike Brandon Brown and Komosube you can actually beat Roberts. So when ever your ego gets dented you can just take the belt with little to no resistance.”
(Prescott keeping his attention now on a stack of papers on his desk pretending to not listen to BoolZ.)
BoolZ; “No? Ok well is it because since you know he’s so consumed by his ego you know he’s easy to control? I mean unlike Komosube you know if you tell Travis to take a dive he’ll do it as long as you throw in how much better he’ll look after the return match.”
(Prescott still almost ignoring BoolZ, looks up, but looks up past BoolZ.)
BoolZ; “What that’s not it either? Alright, how about…”
“How about I just tell you?” The Boss interrupted with a growl. “How about I just let you know, because I’m starting to think you’ll never get it. Travis is the perfect champion because he will put a face to the GIW. He’ll get out there and he’ll get us exposure. He’s larger than life. He associates with celebrities, and turns down T.V. shows. He holds press conferences, gives interviews, lives up to the ‘Headliner’ moniker. Let me ask you something, Randy. Are you the Hardcore champion?”
BoolZ; “Yeah.”
“Yeah, you are?” Prescott now seemingly interrogating BoolZ. “Then where’s the belt?”
BoolZ; “I have it.”
“Where?” Demanded the Significant Player.
BoolZ; “It’s in my possession.”
“Where? You haven’t even worn it to the ring the last few weeks.” Declan now shouting. “Come on BoolZ what have you done with the belt? What have you done to increase interest in the GIW? You know it’s like you’re under the impression that you can just show up, wrestle, and leave. Do you really think that’s enough?”
BoolZ; “No, but I think showing up, wrestling, and winning is.”
“Well you’re wrong!” Prescott’s voice deep and angry, but calm. “You’re wrong. You know Kiseragi seems to give an interview every week. Rumor has it Hastings practices press conferences. Brown runs around on wacky little adventures with movie stars. Severino, well Gabrielle anyway, holds photo shoots for magazines. Hell even Austin that little cretin, does his little porno promos for the camera or sulks for the pity. At most you’re seen in the background for a few frames of something. Hell I bet we can go to the supermarket, and half the people wont even recognize you.”
BoolZ; “And?”
(Almost baffled Declan just shakes his head.)
BoolZ; “Listen you’re probably right. Most people won’t know me. But the fans, the people in the stands, the people watching the promos, the people Hastings apparently feels the need to practice for, the people Kiseragi keeps trying to convince he’s worth a damn too. Well those people stand and cheer for me. You’re right. I don’t do interviews, I don’t hang out looking for a camera lens, and I don’t hold audiences because I don’t have to. Listen to the people, they pop for me louder every night. They cheer for me because I show up, I give them a show, and I win. Every night.
Seriously do you think those fans that chant my name give a damn about Nic Cage, or Fred Savage, or Scooby Do? Are either of those going to be champion? Then what’s the point? Do you think those fans care about Gabrielle being half naked at the newsstand when then can just pony up a couple extra bucks and get a Playboy or Hustler. Do you think they believe Kiseragi when he starts trying to sell them on the idea that he’s actually not a dork looking for acceptance but an actual challenge? And then I pin him after Discumboolzalating his partner. I mean this is the guy who seemed like he did all he could to simply fit in at first. Think McSkinny with out the speech impediment.
Seriously do you really think any more people are going to order the show if I stand infront of a camera and exclaim to the world that the only man in this match I havn't already pinned is Brandon Brown? Do you think it matters to anyone that I'm the reason DJS hasn't won a match in the last three weeks? Do you think it matters to anyone that I'm not underestimating Hastings, and that's why I'ma do everything I can to beat him again. Do you think people really care that Austin and I will be enemies this week, and then back to friends next? Do you think anyone cares about what I think about that two faced little bastard Kiseragi? Besides if talking to a camera, or hanging out with movie stars, or playing make believe counted for anything then you wouldn’t be asking me where the Hardcore title belt was. Is there anything else?”
(A grin from one ear to the other slowly leaves Declans face, and he simply nods his head. BoolZ turns, and begins to make his way out of the office.)
“Oh one more thing!” Prescott exclaimed pulling a sink out from behind his desk. He places the fixture in view, and takes the empty Red Bull can out of the sink as BoolZ turns to finish the conversation. “Do you have any idea how this can of Red Bull got into the trash can of my apartment, and why my kitchen was destroyed?”
BoolZ; “Uhm, Red Bull gods?”
(Prescott sits in his chair staring at the Hardcore Champion.)
BoolZ; “Alright, take it outta my paycheck.”
“No” The owner responds, “You’re going to get a bill. If I simply deduct it from your pay you wont even see it. It wont mean anything. You are going to get a bill, you are going to pay it, and you are going to pay for the GIW Arena kitchen sink too. See Obese Tony when you get a chance.”
BoolZ; “Fine whatever. What about Roberts, am paying for that too?”
“I’m cruel, but why would I make you pay for that penguin?” Inquired the owner.
BoolZ; “Alright, nevermind.”
(BoolZ turns, opens the door, and attempts to leave.)
“Oh one more thing!” Toyed Declan. “You know Battlegrounds really kicks off the road to Horizons. We’ve set up an autograph session in New York next Monday. We’re doing it up real nice with a bunch of cameras, and media, and Roxy and Jason will both be there. And so will you.”
(The look on RBIs face is priceless. The subtle mix of humor and frustration is classic.)
BoolZ; “Alright, whatever.”
(Again BoolZ turns, leaves the office, and attempts to close the door.)
“Oh one more thing!” Shouted Prescott.
BoolZ; “What?”
“Get the hell out of my office!” Laughed Declan.
(BoolZ stands there of a second still in his wrestling gear. He looks down the hall from the doorway, and then down the opposite hall before turning back into the office.)
BoolZ; “You know Declan, I think we’ve both been in this business long enough to know it’s not a fantasy or a dream. It’s not a perfect little game or some kinda poetic playground of the immortals or anything like that. It’s a job, it’s an obsession, it’s real. And I know you want Roberts to bring the title home to the Revolution, but really we both know nothing ever ends the way it should.”
(The scene fades out as BoolZ finally out of the office pulls the door shut, and limps down the hall.)
BoolZ finally clear from the prying eyes of the crowd takes the chance to lean against an equipment box, and holds his back still feeling the effects of the superplex to the outside by Diamond Jack Severino. Austin uncharacteristically doesn’t break his stride as he continues from the entrance way, past a couple of make-up girls, and out of sight. BoolZ looks up in confusion as his friend ventures down the hallway, and as a still healthy Jason Reeves approaches the Red Bull Icon his face contorts to a look of disgust.)
BoolZ; “Not now, Jason. Maybe Double G’s got something for ya.”
Reeves; “Nah, I’m supposed to meet up with him in a couple of days. Besides Declan is calling for you.”
BoolZ; “Prescott? What does he want?”
Reeves; “I do not know. He just told me to find you, and have you go to his office.”
BoolZ; “Alright.”
Reeves; “But hey, while we’re here. What do you think about this Battle Grou…”
(BoolZ doesn’t wait for Reeves to finish his sentence. BoolZ doesn’t hear most of the sentence. BoolZ had already started down the hallway towards Prescott’s office. The scene quickly fades out then back in, and the next shot we see is Declan Prescott sitting behind a new regal looking desk with Cara Costello sitting on his lap filing her nails. Two leather seats sit facing the desk as the back wall is covered with bookcases brimming with what looks more like documentation than literature. The scene is interrupted by a knock at the door.
With out a word Cara gets up from Declan’s lap still filing her nails, and begins towards the door. Declan adjusts a few papers on his desk before looking up at Cara making her way to the door. “I’ll look into it.” She nervously said back to her husband. As she turns back to the door the portal flings open, and BoolZ strides into the office.
Cara and BoolZ both halt their movements. Cara and BoolZ share a wide eyed look of shock as they both jump back startled. Cara and BoolZ simultaneously slowly look down. BoolZ to his untouched stomach. Cara to her nail file.)
BoolZ; “What the hell! That’s the second time one of your staff’s come within millimeters of gutting me Prescott. First Obese Tony with what I was pretty sure was just a sharp piece of rust, and now your little whor…onable wife.”
“Maybe we should try that again.” Her eyes narrowed to slits as she hissed hatred at RBI.
“BoolZ take a seat.” The owner Prescott barked clearly out of what little patience he had.
(Cara attempts to exit as BoolZ attempts to enter the office fully. Almost as if on purpose BoolZ keeps getting in her way until finally letting her by as she grips that nail file tighter and tighter. BoolZ enters the office, walks to a chair, and is stopped.)
“Oh you know what that’s a brand new seat, and you’re all sweaty. Why don’t you stand.” Prescott almost seemed entertained as he spoke.
BoolZ; “What ever. So what’s up?”
“Well first things first.” Declan began. “Congratulations on that impressive win out there tonight. I guess you showed Kiseragi, huh. Yeah, in fact I guess you showed the world you could actually carry Austin to victory. With style too. I loved it. You know I’ve always appreciated how you nearly destroyed Austin leading up to the Gauntlet match, and just like tonight you did it all while convincing him you’re his buddy. Good stuff, and that pin attempt I’m sure sent that message loud and clear. Beautiful.”
(Disinterested BoolZ, still standing, looks off almost ignoring the owner.)
BoolZ; “Yeah whatever. If that’s all then.”
“Well actually no, we’ve got some actual business here.” Prescott continued. “You know you’ve been around the GIW for awhile now, and your contracts just about up. Before we offer your extension to your agent, I wanted to touch base with you. Find out where you stand on a few things. You know make sure we’re on the same page, and working for the same goal. So do you know why Travis Roberts is going to make the perfect Global Champion?”
BoolZ; “What?”
“Global Champion. After Roberts beats that puppet champion Komosube he will be the Global Champion.” Declan explained. “So do you know why he’ll make the perfect champion?”
(Confusion giving way to annoyance.)
BoolZ; “Yeah you know I think I do. I mean unlike Brandon Brown and Komosube you can actually beat Roberts. So when ever your ego gets dented you can just take the belt with little to no resistance.”
(Prescott keeping his attention now on a stack of papers on his desk pretending to not listen to BoolZ.)
BoolZ; “No? Ok well is it because since you know he’s so consumed by his ego you know he’s easy to control? I mean unlike Komosube you know if you tell Travis to take a dive he’ll do it as long as you throw in how much better he’ll look after the return match.”
(Prescott still almost ignoring BoolZ, looks up, but looks up past BoolZ.)
BoolZ; “What that’s not it either? Alright, how about…”
“How about I just tell you?” The Boss interrupted with a growl. “How about I just let you know, because I’m starting to think you’ll never get it. Travis is the perfect champion because he will put a face to the GIW. He’ll get out there and he’ll get us exposure. He’s larger than life. He associates with celebrities, and turns down T.V. shows. He holds press conferences, gives interviews, lives up to the ‘Headliner’ moniker. Let me ask you something, Randy. Are you the Hardcore champion?”
BoolZ; “Yeah.”
“Yeah, you are?” Prescott now seemingly interrogating BoolZ. “Then where’s the belt?”
BoolZ; “I have it.”
“Where?” Demanded the Significant Player.
BoolZ; “It’s in my possession.”
“Where? You haven’t even worn it to the ring the last few weeks.” Declan now shouting. “Come on BoolZ what have you done with the belt? What have you done to increase interest in the GIW? You know it’s like you’re under the impression that you can just show up, wrestle, and leave. Do you really think that’s enough?”
BoolZ; “No, but I think showing up, wrestling, and winning is.”
“Well you’re wrong!” Prescott’s voice deep and angry, but calm. “You’re wrong. You know Kiseragi seems to give an interview every week. Rumor has it Hastings practices press conferences. Brown runs around on wacky little adventures with movie stars. Severino, well Gabrielle anyway, holds photo shoots for magazines. Hell even Austin that little cretin, does his little porno promos for the camera or sulks for the pity. At most you’re seen in the background for a few frames of something. Hell I bet we can go to the supermarket, and half the people wont even recognize you.”
BoolZ; “And?”
(Almost baffled Declan just shakes his head.)
BoolZ; “Listen you’re probably right. Most people won’t know me. But the fans, the people in the stands, the people watching the promos, the people Hastings apparently feels the need to practice for, the people Kiseragi keeps trying to convince he’s worth a damn too. Well those people stand and cheer for me. You’re right. I don’t do interviews, I don’t hang out looking for a camera lens, and I don’t hold audiences because I don’t have to. Listen to the people, they pop for me louder every night. They cheer for me because I show up, I give them a show, and I win. Every night.
Seriously do you think those fans that chant my name give a damn about Nic Cage, or Fred Savage, or Scooby Do? Are either of those going to be champion? Then what’s the point? Do you think those fans care about Gabrielle being half naked at the newsstand when then can just pony up a couple extra bucks and get a Playboy or Hustler. Do you think they believe Kiseragi when he starts trying to sell them on the idea that he’s actually not a dork looking for acceptance but an actual challenge? And then I pin him after Discumboolzalating his partner. I mean this is the guy who seemed like he did all he could to simply fit in at first. Think McSkinny with out the speech impediment.
Seriously do you really think any more people are going to order the show if I stand infront of a camera and exclaim to the world that the only man in this match I havn't already pinned is Brandon Brown? Do you think it matters to anyone that I'm the reason DJS hasn't won a match in the last three weeks? Do you think it matters to anyone that I'm not underestimating Hastings, and that's why I'ma do everything I can to beat him again. Do you think people really care that Austin and I will be enemies this week, and then back to friends next? Do you think anyone cares about what I think about that two faced little bastard Kiseragi? Besides if talking to a camera, or hanging out with movie stars, or playing make believe counted for anything then you wouldn’t be asking me where the Hardcore title belt was. Is there anything else?”
(A grin from one ear to the other slowly leaves Declans face, and he simply nods his head. BoolZ turns, and begins to make his way out of the office.)
“Oh one more thing!” Prescott exclaimed pulling a sink out from behind his desk. He places the fixture in view, and takes the empty Red Bull can out of the sink as BoolZ turns to finish the conversation. “Do you have any idea how this can of Red Bull got into the trash can of my apartment, and why my kitchen was destroyed?”
BoolZ; “Uhm, Red Bull gods?”
(Prescott sits in his chair staring at the Hardcore Champion.)
BoolZ; “Alright, take it outta my paycheck.”
“No” The owner responds, “You’re going to get a bill. If I simply deduct it from your pay you wont even see it. It wont mean anything. You are going to get a bill, you are going to pay it, and you are going to pay for the GIW Arena kitchen sink too. See Obese Tony when you get a chance.”
BoolZ; “Fine whatever. What about Roberts, am paying for that too?”
“I’m cruel, but why would I make you pay for that penguin?” Inquired the owner.
BoolZ; “Alright, nevermind.”
(BoolZ turns, opens the door, and attempts to leave.)
“Oh one more thing!” Toyed Declan. “You know Battlegrounds really kicks off the road to Horizons. We’ve set up an autograph session in New York next Monday. We’re doing it up real nice with a bunch of cameras, and media, and Roxy and Jason will both be there. And so will you.”
(The look on RBIs face is priceless. The subtle mix of humor and frustration is classic.)
BoolZ; “Alright, whatever.”
(Again BoolZ turns, leaves the office, and attempts to close the door.)
“Oh one more thing!” Shouted Prescott.
BoolZ; “What?”
“Get the hell out of my office!” Laughed Declan.
(BoolZ stands there of a second still in his wrestling gear. He looks down the hall from the doorway, and then down the opposite hall before turning back into the office.)
BoolZ; “You know Declan, I think we’ve both been in this business long enough to know it’s not a fantasy or a dream. It’s not a perfect little game or some kinda poetic playground of the immortals or anything like that. It’s a job, it’s an obsession, it’s real. And I know you want Roberts to bring the title home to the Revolution, but really we both know nothing ever ends the way it should.”
(The scene fades out as BoolZ finally out of the office pulls the door shut, and limps down the hall.)
