Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:09:20 GMT -5
(Our scene opens last week immediately following the BoolZ Chinatsu Chen match. We struggle to keep up the Red Bull Icon as he storms through one of the back hallways of GIW Arena. Skillfully he weaves his way past dozens of support staff taking their well deserved show length break. A small group of ring crew parts to allow RBI passage. The sound technicians halt their conversation as the Hardcore Champion whisks by. The stylists pause from their gossip, each of their dozen female eyes locked on BoolZ, and simply watch in awe at the spectacle that is the passion in his being.
Without breaking stride he forces open the door to his locker room, escapes the hallway, and slams the door shut. We watch as he tosses the Hardcore title belt onto a small sofa, plops down next to it, and begins unlacing his boots. Conni, his faithful companion, stands up from his doggy bed, slowly makes his way to Randy, and places his head on BoolZ’s knee.)
BoolZ; “Don’t look at me like that.”
(Conni’s eyebrows shift, but the look in his eyes remains constant and perceived as judgmental.)
BoolZ; “What? I tried to have a good clean match, Conni. I tried to end it quick, and she kicked me in the eye. She isn’t ready, and Ghost shoulda stopped her.”
(Having removed both his kick pads and boots BoolZ stands without warning, and catching Conni off guard. BoolZ wastes no time continuing his search for solace, and retreats to the bathroom. The sound of a shower being run floods into the room, and Conni simply returns to his bed as the scene fades out.
The next image is of BoolZ walking out of the steam filled bathroom, only a towel around his waist, his skin beat red, and Declan Prescott applauding from the small sofa. The unexpected visitor fails to elicit the desired response as BoolZ ignores the owner of the GIW, and begins to dress.)
“Hell of an almost match you had out there tonight.” Prodded Prescott, continuing his hunt.
(Pulling up a pair of loose fitting jeans, BoolZ lets the towel fall to the floor, and reaches for a shirt.)
BoolZ; “Almost match? I didn’t almost win, and it was a match. Happy now, she’s got not place in the ring with me. Why don’t you let Aragato take her place at Distant Whispers.”
“Win? I would hardly call that a win let alone proof that you can even beat Ms. Chen.” Determined Declan attempts to set his trap, “I almost reversed the decision, but how would that look?”
BoolZ; “How hard did Brandon hit you all those months ago? Last time I checked when you pin your opponent’s shoulders to the mat, and the referee counts to three you win.”
“Not if said opponent has broken the barrier of the ring ropes,” Ruthlessly retorted the promoter, “and I can assure you Chinatsu had a hold of the bottom rope. The decision stands however, you won, I guess. Either way though, really that’s not important, the match will still go on, and you get to pick the stipulation. What’s your poison?”
(RBI takes a moment to process the information. His shirt now on, he steps into a pair of sandals, and begins returning his belongs: wallet, cigarettes, Zippo, keys, etc. to his pockets before answering.)
BoolZ; “Ladder Match.”
“No.” Simply enough Prescott simply gets his point across.
BoolZ; “No? Wait tonight’s match, which I won, was supposed to let the winner pick the stipulation at Distant Whispers. Hell you just said it yourself!”
“Well yeah, you can pick the match, but I have to approve it.” Barely able to hold his smile, “Seriously did you think I was going to let you screw up another match? The fans, your fans, tonight paid to see you and Chinatsu fight. They paid to watch you fly, and instead you did all you could to rob them of their enjoyment. I’m not going to let you do that to a pay-per-view audience too. No you’ll have to fight at Distant Whispers, none of this just tire her out, run up the ladder, and win. I want blood. Hey, how about a scaffold match!”
(Taking his cigarettes from his pocket BoolZ lights one, examines his options, and exhales his answer.)
BoolZ; “You can’t make me compete. You’re the owner, you sign the checks, but you’re not the…”
“Yes I can.” Pulling the freshly signed renewal contract BoolZ turned in prior to the show going on air Prescott cuts off the Hardcore Champion. “See you should have read this a little closer. Addendum ‘A’ says basically as it relates to official GIW business you’ll do as you’re told. You’ll fight who you’re booked against, you’ll show up for publicity, you’ll do what is best of the GIW. So I can make you compete, or I can and will sue you for breach of contract. I want blood!”
BoolZ; “Where does that contract say that?”
“Well Cara and I were talking about,” feigning forgetfulness, “And we might have forgot to include the attachment, but you signed it anyway so I wouldn’t worry about it. It’s there though, trust me.”
BoolZ; “You want blood? I have to fight? Alright, what about a first blood match?”
“Hey as long as I get that video of you punching that poor little girl in the teeth, than I’m all for it!” Busting with joy the Significant Player replied.
(Making his way to the door.)
BoolZ; “Fine, see you next week.”
“Oh,” refusing to let the Red Bull Icon leave, “it’s you and Chen against Brown and Kiseragi next week.”
(Opening the door, BoolZ takes his first step through.)
BoolZ; “Whatever. Come on Conni.”
“Oh,” enjoying the power Prescott continues, “you’ve also got a publicity meeting in the morning. Just a little something Cara set up a couple of weeks ago to help make up for the boondoggle that was the Red Bull sponsorship. It’s in the board room, 9am, bring the Hardcore title, and try not to embarrass us again.”
(BoolZ kept walking, and the scene fades outs. When the picture comes back up we are in a well decorated board room. Pictures from the last Horizons pay-per-view adorn the walls as well as a grappling hook, nail gun, sledgehammer, and screwdriver. The table is long and solid, the chairs are wide and plush, and the auburn haired woman, hair worn in a bun, is small yet ample. She checks over a stack of papers, again, and then checks the clock on the wall. It is 9:24am.
The Oak door swings open, and a wave of cigarette smell washes over the room. Her light brown eyes wide with anticipation look up, and watch BoolZ enter still wearing his loose fitting jeans, t-shirt, sandals, the Hardcore title in one hand, and a Red Bull in the other. She stands up, and extends her hand.)
Brunette; “You must be BoolZ! It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
(BoolZ looks at his hands, the Hardcore title in his left, the Red Bull in his right, then to the woman’s. He places the title on the table, switches his Red Bull to his left hand, and greets the woman.)
BoolZ; “That’s what they tell me, and you are?”
Brunette; “Annette Lyman, and it really is good to meet you.”
BoolZ; “A fan I guess. Well Ms. Lyman, it’s always nice to meet a fan I’m told.”
Annette Lyman; “Oh please call me Anne, and yeah I guess I am a fan. It’s weird I used to watch all the time, used to have the biggest crush on Travis Roberts, and then when he disappeared I just kind of lost interest. Now that he’s back, I find I can’t get enough of the GIW.”
(Sitting down, BoolZ finishes his Red Bull, produces another from his back pocket, and leans back in the chair.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, Roberts used to be a hell of a competitor. What can I do to ya this morning Anne?”
(We’re not sure what part of that Annette took exception to, but her eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pouted just enough to be noticed. She takes her seat leaning forward resting against the table.)
Anne; “Well BoolZ, I’m the Head of Acquisitions and Creative Department at NBC, and we think with the recent popularity of the GIW there’s a lot of interest in some of it’s bigger names. NBC sent out feelers to the GIW, and as luck would have it Mrs. Prescott contacted my office a few weeks ago suggesting that you might be just the guy we’re looking for.”
BoolZ; “Did she? What are you going to let me play the killer on the next episode of CSI or something? Wait why would she give up the role she was born to play?”
Anne; “Did you have a rough night or something? You seem a bit stand offish.”
BoolZ; “No, I’m fine I just got a lot on my mind right now. I’m sorry Anne, what do you need from me?”
Anne; “Facing a woman really that bad?”
BoolZ; “You are a fan.”
Anne; “You have no idea. I find myself scouring over online reports of backstage happenings, and message boards of all the latest gossip. I love it.”
BoolZ; “Well it’s a shame to spend your nights in front of a computer screen, but who am I to judge? So you work for NBC?”
(Her eyes returned to their excited position as her lips begin to darken.)
Anne; “Yes, NBC. Well when the GIW contacted us about your possible participation in one of our projects we started brainstorming, and came up with a few ideas for a reality television show.”
(BoolZ cracks open the Red Bull, locks eyes with Anne, and leans forward joining her in leaning against the table.)
BoolZ; “I would love to see what you have.”
Anne; “Well, uhm, good, uh. First probably most logically we were thinking about just filming your day to day routine. Similar to that documentary from a few years ago.”
BoolZ; “Oh who wants to see my day to day routine? I mean really does anyone care how many video games I play, or how often I argue with my father? I’m a pretty boring guy. I mean it’s not like I just sleep all day eating cereal and moping around an apartment, but I’m hardly a jet setter. No I’d rather spend my nights with someone special, maybe a good light meal, candles, a fire place, some soft music…”
Anne; “WELL uh, ok maybe the fans get enough of everyone’s real life anyway. Have you ever seen Hells Kitchen?”
BoolZ; “No, I don’t get much of a chance to watch television regularly.”
Anne; “Well they have this chef, and he travels to different restaurants every, and helps them not close. Uhm, we were thinking maybe you could do something like that but with younger guys that haven’t made it to your level yet?”
(BoolZ keeping his focus on those light brown eyes begins gesturing with his hands as he speaks, small movements at first, but growing in masculine strength.)
BoolZ; “I don’t know. Sounds like I’d be saddled with some young pup who’s not quite ready, and expected to teach them all my tricks? I’m not sure one week would be enough time, and besides I have my own career to focus on. It just doesn’t make sense to train someone how to beat me unless I was already washed up, and looking for that last glimmer of the spotlight.”
(When he’s done speaking he drops his right hand almost outstretched towards Anne. The sight is enough to cause her a moment of contemplation before returning her attention to her stack of papers. She reads the next idea quietly, taps her index finger on the note pad, and then unties her bun before looking up at RBI.)
Anne; “Uh, well that was really the last wrestling related concept, and I don’t think you’d want to do this next one.”
BoolZ; “Come on, Anne, if you brought it I’d love to hear it.”
Anne; “Alright. One of my staff after reading a few reports of you living a somewhat promiscuous lifestyle had this idea. We take women who think their husbands are cheating on them, and help them get revenge. Namely you would either let the husbands catch you and their wives or girlfriends in intercourse. I know, it’s a bad idea, but Cara loved it.”
(BoolZ can’t help but join Anne in her embarrassed laugh.)
BoolZ; “You did say you worked for NBC, right? And, I wouldn’t say it’s a bad idea. I mean if you can’t keep your vows then what right do you think she has to? Really though it seems like it would devolve into just a series of random encounters most of which would end in a kick to the head. I’m just not sure I’m really the right guy for that. I’m flattered though that you’d want me as NBC’s man-whore.”
(She buries her face in her hand, rubbing her forehead, and then fanning herself. She nervously smiles, and continues.)
Anne; “Is it getting hot in here?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, maybe a little.”
Anne; “Well, I don’t suppose you’d want to do an elimination search for love type show? 30 girls, a mansion, 12 weeks, and a marriage proposal at the end?”
(Another shared nervous laugh.)
BoolZ; “Not unless you were one of the girls. But listen Anne. I trust you. I can trust you right? Anyway, I’m pretty much locked in, so what ever you think is best. Uhm, I’ve actually got quite a bit to get done today, and I’ll be spending most of next week in London, so maybe we should call it a day. You can head back to your office, iron out the details, and when I get back we can do an early dinner or something? How’s that sound?”
(Reaching into her purse she pulls out a business card, and begins to scribble something on the back.)
Anne; “Yeah, absolutely. Here’s my personal number call me when you’re back in L.A., and we can get humpin… moving, we can get started on this project.”
BoolZ; “Sounds great.”
(With a smile BoolZ takes the business card, stands, and leaves the room. Anne grows a perplexed look, huffs, and watches the door creep shut as the scene fades out.
When we come back we are once again in a hallway of GIW arena. The support staff are again taking a break. The fans again shout their lungs out. BoolZ again marches through the corridor again dressed in his ring gear, and carrying a Red Bull. BoolZ stomps his way to a door marked ‘Chinatsu Chen’, knocks forcefully, and awaits the answer. After a few moments the door opens, and Chinatsu stands in the door way garbed in her ring attire.)
BoolZ; “Sounds like your coaches match is about over. You ready?”
(Gone is the smile. Gone is the twinkle in her eyes. Gone is the characteristic carefree attitude. With distain in her eyes and hatred in her voice.)
Chinatsu; “I don’t know am I, Mr. You’re Not Ready?”
(BoolZ tilts his head back and to the side sizing up the firecracker.)
BoolZ; “The hell is your problem?”
Chinatsu; “My problem? My problem is you couldn’t even give me the respect of an actual match last week! You don’t think I’m a threat to you, you don’t think I’m not going to take that belt, you don’t think you gotta go full force against m…”
(Looking her dead in the eye.)
BoolZ; “I DON’T! Listen to me, Chen. I didn’t give you the respect of an actual match last week? Why, because I didn’t beat on you before trying to pin ya? That’s bullshit. I didn’t give you the match you were expecting, so I somehow disgraced you? Yeah, way to be ready. I’ll make sure to send you a list of all the spots I’ma do at Distant Whispers, so as not to dishonor ya.”
Chinatsu; “No you didn’t even try! Not like you did against Austin or Savana.”
BoolZ; “You’re right, and that’s why as far as you being a threat or taking my title. You’re not. You couldn’t beat me when you were convinced I wasn’t goin’ all out. What do you think would have happened if I did wrestle ya before pinning you?”
Chinatsu; “You didn’t pin me! I had the ro…”
BoolZ; “You didn’t kick out, you couldn’t kick out! You’ve been stewing over this all week, you’ve been telling everyone that’d listen that I didn’t give it my all, and yet I still gave you more than you could handle. Ask Kiseragi what it's like to get beat by me. Ask Brown what it’s like to have me dump you on your head, and not be able to answer a ten count. Ask them what it’s like to face me when I want to wrestle then win. And after they give you your answer consider yourself blessed that last week I just wanted to win.”
(She stands eye to chin with RBI. Her breathing heavy, her adrenaline rushing, and her heart racing.)
Chinatsu; “Yeah well what are you going to do at the pay-per-view? What are you going to do when you have to fight me?”
BoolZ; “Chen I’ma do what I always do. Win, but since you brought it up. Don’t think you earned this match at Distant Whispers. Don’t think you earn title shots by losing title matches. No you got this match because you’re a girl. Face it, you’re a girl, and you’ll be treated as such. I mean don’t think I gotta pull out all the stops next week either. Don’t get your hopes up.”
Chinatsu; “What! How are you not going to have to fight me next week? First blood! You gonna make me bleed by pinning… no ew.”
(BoolZ simply smirks as it dawns on her what she’s saying.)
BoolZ; “No, not like that. Though I could. But come on Chen are you serious? First blood. Think about that. The first drop, first speckle, the first trace, and the match is over before it gets out of hand.”
(His words, almost compassionate, cut deeper than any intended insult he could have said. For a fraction of a second the hurt is clear in her eyes, but only for a fraction of a second.)
BoolZ(In broken Japanese); “You’re not ready Chinatsu.”
Chinatsu(In perfect English); “Fuck you! What makes you know so much?”
BoolZ; “Because if you were ready you would worry more about winning, and less about me not beating you.”
Chinatsu; “You’re wrong.”
BoolZ; “Maybe, and maybe tonight’s the perfect opportunity to prove it. Maybe tonight if you can help me beat the only man in the GIW to lose two titles you’ll earn a little respect. Maybe tonight if you help me remind Kiseragi that no matter what happens at Distant Whispers he’s not the best in the GIW then you’ll earn some respect. Maybe tonight if you can show me that you aren’t that deer in the headlights when the Revolution storms ring, then maybe you’ll show me that I need to make you regret challenging for my title.”
(No sooner than he finishes his sentence a stage hand interrupts the conversation.)
Stage Hand; “You two, you’re up!”
(BoolZ steps to the side motioning for Chinatsu to proceed.)
BoolZ; “Ladies first.”
(She says nothing, just walks from her doorway, slams the door shut, and receives a swift swat to her backside. She whips around ready to lay into the Red Bull Icon who puts his hands up in a surrender pose.)
BoolZ; “Whoa, just wishing ya luck, bro. Treating you like you’re not a woman. Feel better?”
(Still silent she lets her hand go, and slaps the half full can of Red Bull from RBI’s hand.)
Chinatsu; “A little.”
(‘Warrior’s Code’ by Dropkick Murphys can be heard as the scene fades out with Chinatsu leading the way to the ring.)
Without breaking stride he forces open the door to his locker room, escapes the hallway, and slams the door shut. We watch as he tosses the Hardcore title belt onto a small sofa, plops down next to it, and begins unlacing his boots. Conni, his faithful companion, stands up from his doggy bed, slowly makes his way to Randy, and places his head on BoolZ’s knee.)
BoolZ; “Don’t look at me like that.”
(Conni’s eyebrows shift, but the look in his eyes remains constant and perceived as judgmental.)
BoolZ; “What? I tried to have a good clean match, Conni. I tried to end it quick, and she kicked me in the eye. She isn’t ready, and Ghost shoulda stopped her.”
(Having removed both his kick pads and boots BoolZ stands without warning, and catching Conni off guard. BoolZ wastes no time continuing his search for solace, and retreats to the bathroom. The sound of a shower being run floods into the room, and Conni simply returns to his bed as the scene fades out.
The next image is of BoolZ walking out of the steam filled bathroom, only a towel around his waist, his skin beat red, and Declan Prescott applauding from the small sofa. The unexpected visitor fails to elicit the desired response as BoolZ ignores the owner of the GIW, and begins to dress.)
“Hell of an almost match you had out there tonight.” Prodded Prescott, continuing his hunt.
(Pulling up a pair of loose fitting jeans, BoolZ lets the towel fall to the floor, and reaches for a shirt.)
BoolZ; “Almost match? I didn’t almost win, and it was a match. Happy now, she’s got not place in the ring with me. Why don’t you let Aragato take her place at Distant Whispers.”
“Win? I would hardly call that a win let alone proof that you can even beat Ms. Chen.” Determined Declan attempts to set his trap, “I almost reversed the decision, but how would that look?”
BoolZ; “How hard did Brandon hit you all those months ago? Last time I checked when you pin your opponent’s shoulders to the mat, and the referee counts to three you win.”
“Not if said opponent has broken the barrier of the ring ropes,” Ruthlessly retorted the promoter, “and I can assure you Chinatsu had a hold of the bottom rope. The decision stands however, you won, I guess. Either way though, really that’s not important, the match will still go on, and you get to pick the stipulation. What’s your poison?”
(RBI takes a moment to process the information. His shirt now on, he steps into a pair of sandals, and begins returning his belongs: wallet, cigarettes, Zippo, keys, etc. to his pockets before answering.)
BoolZ; “Ladder Match.”
“No.” Simply enough Prescott simply gets his point across.
BoolZ; “No? Wait tonight’s match, which I won, was supposed to let the winner pick the stipulation at Distant Whispers. Hell you just said it yourself!”
“Well yeah, you can pick the match, but I have to approve it.” Barely able to hold his smile, “Seriously did you think I was going to let you screw up another match? The fans, your fans, tonight paid to see you and Chinatsu fight. They paid to watch you fly, and instead you did all you could to rob them of their enjoyment. I’m not going to let you do that to a pay-per-view audience too. No you’ll have to fight at Distant Whispers, none of this just tire her out, run up the ladder, and win. I want blood. Hey, how about a scaffold match!”
(Taking his cigarettes from his pocket BoolZ lights one, examines his options, and exhales his answer.)
BoolZ; “You can’t make me compete. You’re the owner, you sign the checks, but you’re not the…”
“Yes I can.” Pulling the freshly signed renewal contract BoolZ turned in prior to the show going on air Prescott cuts off the Hardcore Champion. “See you should have read this a little closer. Addendum ‘A’ says basically as it relates to official GIW business you’ll do as you’re told. You’ll fight who you’re booked against, you’ll show up for publicity, you’ll do what is best of the GIW. So I can make you compete, or I can and will sue you for breach of contract. I want blood!”
BoolZ; “Where does that contract say that?”
“Well Cara and I were talking about,” feigning forgetfulness, “And we might have forgot to include the attachment, but you signed it anyway so I wouldn’t worry about it. It’s there though, trust me.”
BoolZ; “You want blood? I have to fight? Alright, what about a first blood match?”
“Hey as long as I get that video of you punching that poor little girl in the teeth, than I’m all for it!” Busting with joy the Significant Player replied.
(Making his way to the door.)
BoolZ; “Fine, see you next week.”
“Oh,” refusing to let the Red Bull Icon leave, “it’s you and Chen against Brown and Kiseragi next week.”
(Opening the door, BoolZ takes his first step through.)
BoolZ; “Whatever. Come on Conni.”
“Oh,” enjoying the power Prescott continues, “you’ve also got a publicity meeting in the morning. Just a little something Cara set up a couple of weeks ago to help make up for the boondoggle that was the Red Bull sponsorship. It’s in the board room, 9am, bring the Hardcore title, and try not to embarrass us again.”
(BoolZ kept walking, and the scene fades outs. When the picture comes back up we are in a well decorated board room. Pictures from the last Horizons pay-per-view adorn the walls as well as a grappling hook, nail gun, sledgehammer, and screwdriver. The table is long and solid, the chairs are wide and plush, and the auburn haired woman, hair worn in a bun, is small yet ample. She checks over a stack of papers, again, and then checks the clock on the wall. It is 9:24am.
The Oak door swings open, and a wave of cigarette smell washes over the room. Her light brown eyes wide with anticipation look up, and watch BoolZ enter still wearing his loose fitting jeans, t-shirt, sandals, the Hardcore title in one hand, and a Red Bull in the other. She stands up, and extends her hand.)
Brunette; “You must be BoolZ! It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
(BoolZ looks at his hands, the Hardcore title in his left, the Red Bull in his right, then to the woman’s. He places the title on the table, switches his Red Bull to his left hand, and greets the woman.)
BoolZ; “That’s what they tell me, and you are?”
Brunette; “Annette Lyman, and it really is good to meet you.”
BoolZ; “A fan I guess. Well Ms. Lyman, it’s always nice to meet a fan I’m told.”
Annette Lyman; “Oh please call me Anne, and yeah I guess I am a fan. It’s weird I used to watch all the time, used to have the biggest crush on Travis Roberts, and then when he disappeared I just kind of lost interest. Now that he’s back, I find I can’t get enough of the GIW.”
(Sitting down, BoolZ finishes his Red Bull, produces another from his back pocket, and leans back in the chair.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, Roberts used to be a hell of a competitor. What can I do to ya this morning Anne?”
(We’re not sure what part of that Annette took exception to, but her eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pouted just enough to be noticed. She takes her seat leaning forward resting against the table.)
Anne; “Well BoolZ, I’m the Head of Acquisitions and Creative Department at NBC, and we think with the recent popularity of the GIW there’s a lot of interest in some of it’s bigger names. NBC sent out feelers to the GIW, and as luck would have it Mrs. Prescott contacted my office a few weeks ago suggesting that you might be just the guy we’re looking for.”
BoolZ; “Did she? What are you going to let me play the killer on the next episode of CSI or something? Wait why would she give up the role she was born to play?”
Anne; “Did you have a rough night or something? You seem a bit stand offish.”
BoolZ; “No, I’m fine I just got a lot on my mind right now. I’m sorry Anne, what do you need from me?”
Anne; “Facing a woman really that bad?”
BoolZ; “You are a fan.”
Anne; “You have no idea. I find myself scouring over online reports of backstage happenings, and message boards of all the latest gossip. I love it.”
BoolZ; “Well it’s a shame to spend your nights in front of a computer screen, but who am I to judge? So you work for NBC?”
(Her eyes returned to their excited position as her lips begin to darken.)
Anne; “Yes, NBC. Well when the GIW contacted us about your possible participation in one of our projects we started brainstorming, and came up with a few ideas for a reality television show.”
(BoolZ cracks open the Red Bull, locks eyes with Anne, and leans forward joining her in leaning against the table.)
BoolZ; “I would love to see what you have.”
Anne; “Well, uhm, good, uh. First probably most logically we were thinking about just filming your day to day routine. Similar to that documentary from a few years ago.”
BoolZ; “Oh who wants to see my day to day routine? I mean really does anyone care how many video games I play, or how often I argue with my father? I’m a pretty boring guy. I mean it’s not like I just sleep all day eating cereal and moping around an apartment, but I’m hardly a jet setter. No I’d rather spend my nights with someone special, maybe a good light meal, candles, a fire place, some soft music…”
Anne; “WELL uh, ok maybe the fans get enough of everyone’s real life anyway. Have you ever seen Hells Kitchen?”
BoolZ; “No, I don’t get much of a chance to watch television regularly.”
Anne; “Well they have this chef, and he travels to different restaurants every, and helps them not close. Uhm, we were thinking maybe you could do something like that but with younger guys that haven’t made it to your level yet?”
(BoolZ keeping his focus on those light brown eyes begins gesturing with his hands as he speaks, small movements at first, but growing in masculine strength.)
BoolZ; “I don’t know. Sounds like I’d be saddled with some young pup who’s not quite ready, and expected to teach them all my tricks? I’m not sure one week would be enough time, and besides I have my own career to focus on. It just doesn’t make sense to train someone how to beat me unless I was already washed up, and looking for that last glimmer of the spotlight.”
(When he’s done speaking he drops his right hand almost outstretched towards Anne. The sight is enough to cause her a moment of contemplation before returning her attention to her stack of papers. She reads the next idea quietly, taps her index finger on the note pad, and then unties her bun before looking up at RBI.)
Anne; “Uh, well that was really the last wrestling related concept, and I don’t think you’d want to do this next one.”
BoolZ; “Come on, Anne, if you brought it I’d love to hear it.”
Anne; “Alright. One of my staff after reading a few reports of you living a somewhat promiscuous lifestyle had this idea. We take women who think their husbands are cheating on them, and help them get revenge. Namely you would either let the husbands catch you and their wives or girlfriends in intercourse. I know, it’s a bad idea, but Cara loved it.”
(BoolZ can’t help but join Anne in her embarrassed laugh.)
BoolZ; “You did say you worked for NBC, right? And, I wouldn’t say it’s a bad idea. I mean if you can’t keep your vows then what right do you think she has to? Really though it seems like it would devolve into just a series of random encounters most of which would end in a kick to the head. I’m just not sure I’m really the right guy for that. I’m flattered though that you’d want me as NBC’s man-whore.”
(She buries her face in her hand, rubbing her forehead, and then fanning herself. She nervously smiles, and continues.)
Anne; “Is it getting hot in here?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, maybe a little.”
Anne; “Well, I don’t suppose you’d want to do an elimination search for love type show? 30 girls, a mansion, 12 weeks, and a marriage proposal at the end?”
(Another shared nervous laugh.)
BoolZ; “Not unless you were one of the girls. But listen Anne. I trust you. I can trust you right? Anyway, I’m pretty much locked in, so what ever you think is best. Uhm, I’ve actually got quite a bit to get done today, and I’ll be spending most of next week in London, so maybe we should call it a day. You can head back to your office, iron out the details, and when I get back we can do an early dinner or something? How’s that sound?”
(Reaching into her purse she pulls out a business card, and begins to scribble something on the back.)
Anne; “Yeah, absolutely. Here’s my personal number call me when you’re back in L.A., and we can get humpin… moving, we can get started on this project.”
BoolZ; “Sounds great.”
(With a smile BoolZ takes the business card, stands, and leaves the room. Anne grows a perplexed look, huffs, and watches the door creep shut as the scene fades out.
When we come back we are once again in a hallway of GIW arena. The support staff are again taking a break. The fans again shout their lungs out. BoolZ again marches through the corridor again dressed in his ring gear, and carrying a Red Bull. BoolZ stomps his way to a door marked ‘Chinatsu Chen’, knocks forcefully, and awaits the answer. After a few moments the door opens, and Chinatsu stands in the door way garbed in her ring attire.)
BoolZ; “Sounds like your coaches match is about over. You ready?”
(Gone is the smile. Gone is the twinkle in her eyes. Gone is the characteristic carefree attitude. With distain in her eyes and hatred in her voice.)
Chinatsu; “I don’t know am I, Mr. You’re Not Ready?”
(BoolZ tilts his head back and to the side sizing up the firecracker.)
BoolZ; “The hell is your problem?”
Chinatsu; “My problem? My problem is you couldn’t even give me the respect of an actual match last week! You don’t think I’m a threat to you, you don’t think I’m not going to take that belt, you don’t think you gotta go full force against m…”
(Looking her dead in the eye.)
BoolZ; “I DON’T! Listen to me, Chen. I didn’t give you the respect of an actual match last week? Why, because I didn’t beat on you before trying to pin ya? That’s bullshit. I didn’t give you the match you were expecting, so I somehow disgraced you? Yeah, way to be ready. I’ll make sure to send you a list of all the spots I’ma do at Distant Whispers, so as not to dishonor ya.”
Chinatsu; “No you didn’t even try! Not like you did against Austin or Savana.”
BoolZ; “You’re right, and that’s why as far as you being a threat or taking my title. You’re not. You couldn’t beat me when you were convinced I wasn’t goin’ all out. What do you think would have happened if I did wrestle ya before pinning you?”
Chinatsu; “You didn’t pin me! I had the ro…”
BoolZ; “You didn’t kick out, you couldn’t kick out! You’ve been stewing over this all week, you’ve been telling everyone that’d listen that I didn’t give it my all, and yet I still gave you more than you could handle. Ask Kiseragi what it's like to get beat by me. Ask Brown what it’s like to have me dump you on your head, and not be able to answer a ten count. Ask them what it’s like to face me when I want to wrestle then win. And after they give you your answer consider yourself blessed that last week I just wanted to win.”
(She stands eye to chin with RBI. Her breathing heavy, her adrenaline rushing, and her heart racing.)
Chinatsu; “Yeah well what are you going to do at the pay-per-view? What are you going to do when you have to fight me?”
BoolZ; “Chen I’ma do what I always do. Win, but since you brought it up. Don’t think you earned this match at Distant Whispers. Don’t think you earn title shots by losing title matches. No you got this match because you’re a girl. Face it, you’re a girl, and you’ll be treated as such. I mean don’t think I gotta pull out all the stops next week either. Don’t get your hopes up.”
Chinatsu; “What! How are you not going to have to fight me next week? First blood! You gonna make me bleed by pinning… no ew.”
(BoolZ simply smirks as it dawns on her what she’s saying.)
BoolZ; “No, not like that. Though I could. But come on Chen are you serious? First blood. Think about that. The first drop, first speckle, the first trace, and the match is over before it gets out of hand.”
(His words, almost compassionate, cut deeper than any intended insult he could have said. For a fraction of a second the hurt is clear in her eyes, but only for a fraction of a second.)
BoolZ(In broken Japanese); “You’re not ready Chinatsu.”
Chinatsu(In perfect English); “Fuck you! What makes you know so much?”
BoolZ; “Because if you were ready you would worry more about winning, and less about me not beating you.”
Chinatsu; “You’re wrong.”
BoolZ; “Maybe, and maybe tonight’s the perfect opportunity to prove it. Maybe tonight if you can help me beat the only man in the GIW to lose two titles you’ll earn a little respect. Maybe tonight if you help me remind Kiseragi that no matter what happens at Distant Whispers he’s not the best in the GIW then you’ll earn some respect. Maybe tonight if you can show me that you aren’t that deer in the headlights when the Revolution storms ring, then maybe you’ll show me that I need to make you regret challenging for my title.”
(No sooner than he finishes his sentence a stage hand interrupts the conversation.)
Stage Hand; “You two, you’re up!”
(BoolZ steps to the side motioning for Chinatsu to proceed.)
BoolZ; “Ladies first.”
(She says nothing, just walks from her doorway, slams the door shut, and receives a swift swat to her backside. She whips around ready to lay into the Red Bull Icon who puts his hands up in a surrender pose.)
BoolZ; “Whoa, just wishing ya luck, bro. Treating you like you’re not a woman. Feel better?”
(Still silent she lets her hand go, and slaps the half full can of Red Bull from RBI’s hand.)
Chinatsu; “A little.”
(‘Warrior’s Code’ by Dropkick Murphys can be heard as the scene fades out with Chinatsu leading the way to the ring.)
