Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:12:19 GMT -5
(Our scene opens in the early hours of an early fall, eerily cold, LA evening. We are standing under a large green vinyl canopy. We look out to the small valet parking staff hurriedly taking car after car, and collecting tip after tip as couple after couple enter the establishment.)
Young Women; “They other stuff right? It’s not going to be three snails and some fucked up radish crap is it?”
Older Man; “Honey, this is the best steak place in Hollywood.”
(She’s young, 19 maybe, with large fake breasts and bleached hair to match her bleached teeth. He’s older, much older, with a pot belly and horseshoe hairline. They walk together, he showing off his trophy, and she showing off the ring he bought her with. As they converse they pass a much more interesting couple, a much more significant couple.)
“You seem tense.” Declan broke the awkward silence. He could feel Cara in his arms, but couldn’t realize where she was. “Do I have to ask what’s wrong?”
“You shouldn’t,” Cara sheepishly responded as she enjoyed hiding from the world in his arms trying to not relive that moment all those months ago in the GIW parking lot. “You said I had nothing to worry about.”
“And you don’t. You know, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Declan spoke firmly yet softly as he squeezed just a little tighter.
“You said he wouldn’t wake up.” Cara squeaked as she buries her head in his chest.
(Before he can answer the sounds of Seether ripping into the opening chords of ‘Gasoline’ shatter the icy moment. Declan and Cara both look out from just outside the front door, and are greeted by the sight of the ‘U-Suk’ mobile roaring into the car port only to come to a screeching halt just short of the small podium by the sidewalk. The driver’s side door flies open cueing the recording of thousands of GIW fans cheering their hearts out as a young man in a red vest rushes to the old ‘U-Haul’ moving truck. BoolZ steps from the vehicle cigarette in his lips, offers the keys, which the young man takes, and walks off as the young man attempts to enter the truck.
RBI doesn’t get far until the sounds of Conni objecting to the visitor calls him back. We see as BoolZ offers the valet a hand, and pulls him up off the asphalt. Apparently Conni startled the car parker.)
Valet; “Dude, man, that’s not cool. I can’t park this thing with that dog in there.”
BoolZ; “No don’t worry, he’s just not used to the special treatment.”
(BoolZ reaches into the truck, shuffles a few things behind the drivers seat, and then offers Conni the GIW Hardcore title belt. Conni gleefully excepts the bribe, and immediately begins chewing on the leather and gold plates.)
BoolZ; “Conni, play nice. There ya go dude, he’ll be fine just remember to leave the windows up. It’s kinda cold tonight.”
(The valet cautiously re-enters the truck without so much of a hint of interest from Conni, and pulls away leaving BoolZ to make his way into the restaurant. BoolZ dressed simply in a pair of baggy ‘Dickie’ pants, an old pair of Converse shell tops, and a black t-shirt. He walks past, maybe not noticing maybe choosing to ignore, the Prescotts as he cracks open a Red Bull and takes the first sip.)
“Hey!” Barked the Significant Player.
(Catching, seemingly, by surprise BoolZ jumps, turns, and exhales a large plume of white smoke through a fake smile. Cara, in a perfectly flattering little black dress, pulls away from Declan, wearing a tailor made charcoal suit, to face the Red Bull Icon.)
“You have got to be joking.” The words sent with sheer frustration mixed with hate float from her soft pink lips.
BoolZ; “What are you two doing out here in the cold? Did Skinny forget to make the reservations? Did this joint discriminate against Cara’s pussy for cash past? Declan did you forget what it was like, and had a sudden urge to deliver that Significant Impact to a poor little bus boy? I mean who cares right, I’m sure you could shut up some elderly bathroom attendant if you had to. You’re rich.”
(His words met only by a two sets of glaring eyes and a chilling breeze.)
“Do you have any idea how important tonight is?” Declan’s words demanded.
BoolZ; “No, oh wait are you going to let me in on what Severino did to ya? C’mon it’s freezing out here.”
“Just let us do the talking,” Cara pleaded through her scowl, “and don’t fuck this up.”
BoolZ; “Whatever you say, princess.”
(BoolZ flicks his cigarette into the bushes, opens the one of the double doors the one not being manned, and takes a step towards the entrance. Declan extends his hand halting the Hardcore champion, and allowing Cara to enter first before following leaving BoolZ out in the cold for a few more seconds. The three of them walk to the mid-aged well manicured front attendant.)
Seater; “May I help you? Do you need directions to the Burger King?”
“We are meeting the rest of our party.” Declan choosing to not make a deal over Keith’s attitude as he takes a good look at the seaters name tag. “We are meeting the rest of our party, the reservation should be under Lyman.”
Keith; “Oh, yes, I see it here. Your party is already been seated. Shall I tell them you couldn’t make it?”
(Looking down across his upturned nose, Keith glares at BoolZ.)
BoolZ; “Can I help you with something, chief?”
Keith; “Keith, my name is Keith. And I doubt you would have anything of interest. Sir, we do adhere to a rather loose dress code, and expect our guests to do the same. Collared shirt, jacket, no sneakers.”
(Declan putting away his wallet, steps in before BoolZ can reply.)
“Of course,” Mr. Prescott extends his hand palm down to Keith, “You’ll have to excuse my friend here. He didn’t know we were going out, and was working on his car I believe all evening. Maybe we can work something out?”
(Keith pulls his hand back, and straight into his pocket.)
Keith; “Of course, Sir, perhaps I can find something in the lost and found.”
(Keith standing very tall and proud saunters away.)
“That’s coming out of your check!” Declan shot his words at BoolZ. “Tell me, please, beyond all the animosity that you know how important this is.”
BoolZ; “So you are going to tell me what Severino did. I mean he lost at Battlegrounds, he lost to me the week before Battlegrounds, he lost to me the week before the week before Battlegrounds, hell he lost to me…”
“We get it!” Quipped Mrs. Prescott.
“Listen,” Declan trying now to simply talk hoping perhaps a bit of honesty will work, “We’re moving straight into Horizons. This is it, the biggest show in GIW history. The second Horizons, and everything since the first Horizons until now has been to build for this years Horizons. Tell me you know what major promotion on NBC would do for the buy-rates.”
(Puzzled BoolZ looks around the interior. He scans the Hollywood elite, he takes in the soft live classical music, and he notices the one waiter per two table ratio.)
BoolZ; “What you hired gun couldn’t make it? Chip Masters I think would have been a better fit. Or how about that new champion of yours Kiseragi? Don’t tell me they got an anti-rainbow rule in here too. Oh hey maybe Brandon shoulda taken my place, he’s used to hob-snobin’ with the movie stars.”
(Before they can answer Keith re-enters the scene carrying a generic black sports coat.)
Keith; “You may put this on, and follow me to your table.”
(Keith doesn’t break stride as he tosses the jacket at BoolZ. All three follow Keith to a round table towards the back, and are greeted by an older gentlemen with a full head of light brown hair sitting over his well toned for his age body. What we assume is his middle aged wife looking like she hadn’t eaten for days, but her hollow eyes happy none the less. And Annette Lyman, the Head of Acquisitions and Creative Department at NBC, whom we met two weeks ago. Keith quickly departs, as Annette and company stand to greet the GIW visitors.)
Anne; “Randy, it’s so good to see you again. Cara, Declan, how have you been? Grant this is Declan and Cara Prescott, the owners of the GIW. This is Randy Boolzian, one of their title holders. Randy, Cara, Declan this is Grant and Elizabeth Tinker. Grant is the Chairman of NBC.”
(The introductions out of the way all six seem to take forever shaking hands before they take their seat.)
Grant; “I have to suggest the Rib-Eye. It’s absolutely fantastic!”
(BoolZ shrugs his shoulders, closes, and places his menu on the table nodding with his mouth closed.)
Grant; “So Mr. Boolzian, Annette tells me you two have worked up some pretty nice reality based ideas for a new series.”
BoolZ; “Oh yeah, we…”
“Randy, unfortunately had to call their meeting short.” Interrupted the Head of the GIW, “We had to get him to London before anything was set in stone, so at this time if there are changes you’d like to make we can still adjust.”
(Annette gives a quizzical glance at BoolZ as Cara non-verbally reminds RBI to let them do the talking.)
Grant; “Yes well let me just say we at NBC are looking forward to working with the GIW. I admit to not knowing much about your company, but I was talking with Jay the other day, Leno sorry, and he was telling me about his wrestling a couple of matches for that Time-Warner promotion awhile back. That got me thinking about possible cross promotion, and I must say the possibilities seem limitless.”
Anne; “Oh yes, Mr. Tinker. The GIW is growing by leaps and bounds, and have a solid hold on the male 18-34 demographic. Coupled with our plans for the new season the network should see a sizeable increase in ratings with the proper promotion during their weekly show.”
“And I can assure you Mr. Tinker,” Cara begins, “The GIW and it’s superstars are equally excited with the opportunities presented by a joint NBC GIW venture.”
(Clearly out of place BoolZ spends the majority of his time ‘people watching’ until his phone rings. He checks the screen, but doesn’t answer as the conversation has already been interrupted enough.)
BoolZ; “I’m sorry, I have to take this. Excuse me.”
(BoolZ stands up and walks away as he begins the conversation.)
Grant; “Yes well, Declan where were we? Cross promotion, right? We were thinking about a possible special airing of some of your product on a couple of Friday nights, I know Jay Leno had commented he might want to try wrestling again, and of course if the GIW fan base can see a couple of NBC’s actors in the front row they might want to tune in to their show.”
“It all sounds really good, Grant.” Pleasantly, Declan tries to reassure the Head of NBC. “One concern however, is Mr. Leno getting in a GIW ring.”
Grant; “Why would that be a concern, he’s a big wrestling fan.”
“Well, you see we’re kind of an alternative to what professional wrestling was.” Declan attempts to choose his words carefully. “We have been as successful as we have because we are real. Because we don’t sugar coat the action, or attempt to fool our fans.”
Anne; “Wait, so when Travis Roberts fell off the cage last week, that wasn’t planned?”
Grant; “Cage?”
“Travis knew the risks,” Cara steps in to minimize the reality of life in a GIW ring. “and in an uncharacteristic moment fell victim to the circumstances.”
(Mrs. Tinker looks at her husband who in turn glances to Annette for clarification.)
Anne; “Wow, I guess your roster really is full of some incredible talents then. Also back on the cross promotion, the Creative Department has been working on not just getting NBC on Sentinel, but getting the GIW on NBC. We were thinking some of the ladies on your roster could step in, and help open cases on ‘Deal of No Deal’, we were looking at the possibility of having a few of your superstars make guest appearances on ‘ER’, ’30 Rock’, the re-launch of ‘Knight Rider’, the ‘Office’, or ‘My Name is Earl’. Of course having access to ‘LAW & ORDER: SVU’ and ‘The Tonight Show’ or ‘Late Night’ isn’t out of the question. We would probably want the first few appearances to be on ‘Last Call with Carson Daly’ though. Just to make sure everything goes smooth.”
Grant; “Why wouldn’t it go smooth?”
“I just think,” Declan steps in understanding Grant has never seen the GIW. “Ms. Lyman is suggesting, rightfully so I might add, that a few of the GIW mainstays might be less than mainstream. However I don’t foresee any problems, and…”
(Declan is cut off by a rather noticeable commotion. We watch as the majority of the kitchen staff flood through the dinning hall, and rush to the front door. A weird silence falls over the room, and for the first time the sound of a car alarm blaring can be picked up. The table looks around as now other guests begin shuffling towards the door. Keith walks over to the confused Declan, leans in, and says something in his ear before swishing away.)
Keith; “Perhaps if he were properly dressed, he would be more behaved.”
(Declan’s panicked look meets the concerned glare in Cara’s eyes as they stand, and push their way to the front of the mess of people gathered under the outside canopy. Mortified at the image of BoolZ, his pants around his ankles, on top of a red haired beauty with her legs in the air sprawled across the hood of a cherry red Corvette are the cause of the commotion. The car tilts and bounces off the pavement with each thrust, the women writhing in ecstasy screams with each pounding, and the shade of Declans, Caras, Annes, Grants, and Elizabeths face gets deeper and deeper red as BoolZ forces deeper and deeper into his latest trophy.)
“Oh, fuck me.” All Declan can think to say as this meeting is forced to its untimely end.
“Somebody get a hose!” Demanded Cara.
(The outburst causes RBI to look up from his prize, and straight at the crowd.)
BoolZ; “Oh hey boss! Meeting going well? Hey, how’re ya doing all the talking if you’re out here?”
Red Head; “Oh don’t stop donkey! Hit it! Hit it hard!”
BoolZ; “Hey, Declan it’s not a crowbar but I think I’m busting her up pretty good, huh?”
(Mrs. Tinker stands by Annette in shock their jaws open, their eyes wide, their lips bright red.)
Grant; “Annette, this is the kind of shit you want to put on prime-time on my network!”
(The scene fades out as BoolZ returns to his work and the Tinkers, embarrassed, rush to flee the scene. When we come back in gone is the red head, gone are the Prescotts, gone is the Corvette, and we are in a decent if unimpressive hotel room. BoolZ still in his pants and shirt from earlier this evening sits at a small round table with Conni at his feet. The bed is a mess, and a woman steps from the bathroom door as the steam billows from her shower.)
BoolZ; “And I thought you were just going to give me back my 20 bucks.”
(Her gorgeous smile deceives the hollow coldness of her fantastically deep green eyes. Her raven color hair, wet, simply amazingly falls just past her shoulders. We watch mournfully as she finishes buttoning the shirt that now hides her perfect breasts. Looking at his ex-wife, once the divorce is finalized, we can’t help but think Travis Roberts has truly lost it all.)
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah, well, so did I. But wow.”
BoolZ; “Thanks, how was Florida?”
Mary-Joanna; “Florida? Right, Florida, it was disappointing.”
BoolZ; “Meeting didn’t go to well huh?”
Mary-Joanna; “No, not exactly. My attorney told me that he doesn’t think I can get the thing I want most in the divorce.”
BoolZ; “So take all his money, and replace it.”
Mary-Joanna; “It’s not that easy. It’s one of a kind, besides if it was just his money I was after I’d just stay married to Travis.”
(She takes a seat on the edge of the bed facing the Red Bull Icon.)
BoolZ; “That’s to bad. What is it?”
Mary-Joanna; “It’s going to sound strange, but I really want the TWiSTeD Fight Club world title.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, that is strange. Why do you want the title belt of a dead promotion.”
Mary-Joanna; “You see that’s just it. I had a lot of really good times in the TFC. Made a lot of really fond memories of a better time. Besides that title is as much mine as it is his. I lead him to that belt, and to think he’s the last one to hold it makes me sad.”
BoolZ; “You don’t think he would have won that title with out you? Besides I would have thought after GWAR nearly killed Roberts, then the divorce that’s indirectly coming to head because of his injuries you’d want nothing to remember the TFC by.
(She tilts her head as her eyes dance behind her long lashes.)
Mary-Joanna; “Well speaking of not winning title matches, I tuned into Distant Whispers, and do you know what I saw?”
(BoolZ shares the small smile on her face, and basks in the attention.)
BoolZ; “Let me guess.”
Mary-Joanna; “That’s right, I saw you. Why didn’t you tell me you were a professional wrestler?”
BoolZ; “It never came up I guess.”
Mary-Joanna; “Never came up, huh? Alright, so how is it working for you?”
BoolZ; “Pretty good I guess. This week I should beat this guy Severino again for the like 5th or 6th straight time. I mean this guy, you gotta see this guy. He’s like eight feet of nothing but his woman’s second fiddle. I wouldn’t be surprised if Prescott offered Gabby a contract, and she told him she’d only sign if Jack got to hang out at the arena. Dude’s a joke. Hell I was half wondering what he did to Declan to get punished, again, by facing me. You know every match leading up to Gorilla Warfare I had to face him, and I won everyone one of them. I tell you though, I’m a little nervous about this week.”
Mary-Joanna; “What? What I saw from Distant Whispers, you don’t have anything to be nervous about. Is it true you’ve never been pinned or gave up?”
(BoolZ leans forward in his chair resting his elbows on the table.)
BoolZ; “In the GIW, it’s true so far. But that’s not it. I mean I can wrestle anyone, and feel right at home. Hell God knows beating Severino is like second nature to me by now. In fact I have wrestled just about everyone in the GIW, and beat’em save a few of the guys that havn’t been around that long and Prescott cause he hardly gets in the ring…”
Mary-Joanna; “What about Travis? You wrestle him, yet?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, my first pay-per-view in the GIW. Beat him, center of the ring. It was incredible, that was what I live to do.”
Mary-Joanna; “So no one has beaten you in the GIW, and you’re facing a guy you said you beat a bunch of times before, so what about this week makes you nervous?”
BoolZ; “That’s just it. I’m fine wrestling in front of all those people, but this week I also gotta talk. See at Gorilla Warfare I won the opportunity to make my match at Horizons, and this is the first show leading to Horizons, and I have to grab that microphone, walk to the ring, and talk to millions of people.”
Mary-Joanna; “So.”
BoolZ; “So it’s intimidating. I’ve never been to good at this stuff. I mean what do I say?”
Mary-Joanna; “Say that.”
BoolZ; “Say what?”
Mary-Joanna; “What you just said. You can wrestle anyone, you’ve beaten everyone, and you’ve never been beaten. Then say what match you want. Do you know what match you want.?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I know what I want for Horizons. And it’s just that simple. Just say that? What if I just all tongue tied?”
(Mary-Joanna leaves the bed to straddle RBI as she pushes him back in the chair and rests her arms over his shoulders.)
Mary-Joanna; “It’s just that simple. Here we’ll practice. I’ll help. And maybe tomorrow you can join me in my improv class. Hey maybe I can be there this Saturday. You know front row for moral support.”
(The scene fades out as MJ lights a cigarette for BoolZ, and rests her head against his shoulder and neck.)
Young Women; “They other stuff right? It’s not going to be three snails and some fucked up radish crap is it?”
Older Man; “Honey, this is the best steak place in Hollywood.”
(She’s young, 19 maybe, with large fake breasts and bleached hair to match her bleached teeth. He’s older, much older, with a pot belly and horseshoe hairline. They walk together, he showing off his trophy, and she showing off the ring he bought her with. As they converse they pass a much more interesting couple, a much more significant couple.)
“You seem tense.” Declan broke the awkward silence. He could feel Cara in his arms, but couldn’t realize where she was. “Do I have to ask what’s wrong?”
“You shouldn’t,” Cara sheepishly responded as she enjoyed hiding from the world in his arms trying to not relive that moment all those months ago in the GIW parking lot. “You said I had nothing to worry about.”
“And you don’t. You know, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Declan spoke firmly yet softly as he squeezed just a little tighter.
“You said he wouldn’t wake up.” Cara squeaked as she buries her head in his chest.
(Before he can answer the sounds of Seether ripping into the opening chords of ‘Gasoline’ shatter the icy moment. Declan and Cara both look out from just outside the front door, and are greeted by the sight of the ‘U-Suk’ mobile roaring into the car port only to come to a screeching halt just short of the small podium by the sidewalk. The driver’s side door flies open cueing the recording of thousands of GIW fans cheering their hearts out as a young man in a red vest rushes to the old ‘U-Haul’ moving truck. BoolZ steps from the vehicle cigarette in his lips, offers the keys, which the young man takes, and walks off as the young man attempts to enter the truck.
RBI doesn’t get far until the sounds of Conni objecting to the visitor calls him back. We see as BoolZ offers the valet a hand, and pulls him up off the asphalt. Apparently Conni startled the car parker.)
Valet; “Dude, man, that’s not cool. I can’t park this thing with that dog in there.”
BoolZ; “No don’t worry, he’s just not used to the special treatment.”
(BoolZ reaches into the truck, shuffles a few things behind the drivers seat, and then offers Conni the GIW Hardcore title belt. Conni gleefully excepts the bribe, and immediately begins chewing on the leather and gold plates.)
BoolZ; “Conni, play nice. There ya go dude, he’ll be fine just remember to leave the windows up. It’s kinda cold tonight.”
(The valet cautiously re-enters the truck without so much of a hint of interest from Conni, and pulls away leaving BoolZ to make his way into the restaurant. BoolZ dressed simply in a pair of baggy ‘Dickie’ pants, an old pair of Converse shell tops, and a black t-shirt. He walks past, maybe not noticing maybe choosing to ignore, the Prescotts as he cracks open a Red Bull and takes the first sip.)
“Hey!” Barked the Significant Player.
(Catching, seemingly, by surprise BoolZ jumps, turns, and exhales a large plume of white smoke through a fake smile. Cara, in a perfectly flattering little black dress, pulls away from Declan, wearing a tailor made charcoal suit, to face the Red Bull Icon.)
“You have got to be joking.” The words sent with sheer frustration mixed with hate float from her soft pink lips.
BoolZ; “What are you two doing out here in the cold? Did Skinny forget to make the reservations? Did this joint discriminate against Cara’s pussy for cash past? Declan did you forget what it was like, and had a sudden urge to deliver that Significant Impact to a poor little bus boy? I mean who cares right, I’m sure you could shut up some elderly bathroom attendant if you had to. You’re rich.”
(His words met only by a two sets of glaring eyes and a chilling breeze.)
“Do you have any idea how important tonight is?” Declan’s words demanded.
BoolZ; “No, oh wait are you going to let me in on what Severino did to ya? C’mon it’s freezing out here.”
“Just let us do the talking,” Cara pleaded through her scowl, “and don’t fuck this up.”
BoolZ; “Whatever you say, princess.”
(BoolZ flicks his cigarette into the bushes, opens the one of the double doors the one not being manned, and takes a step towards the entrance. Declan extends his hand halting the Hardcore champion, and allowing Cara to enter first before following leaving BoolZ out in the cold for a few more seconds. The three of them walk to the mid-aged well manicured front attendant.)
Seater; “May I help you? Do you need directions to the Burger King?”
“We are meeting the rest of our party.” Declan choosing to not make a deal over Keith’s attitude as he takes a good look at the seaters name tag. “We are meeting the rest of our party, the reservation should be under Lyman.”
Keith; “Oh, yes, I see it here. Your party is already been seated. Shall I tell them you couldn’t make it?”
(Looking down across his upturned nose, Keith glares at BoolZ.)
BoolZ; “Can I help you with something, chief?”
Keith; “Keith, my name is Keith. And I doubt you would have anything of interest. Sir, we do adhere to a rather loose dress code, and expect our guests to do the same. Collared shirt, jacket, no sneakers.”
(Declan putting away his wallet, steps in before BoolZ can reply.)
“Of course,” Mr. Prescott extends his hand palm down to Keith, “You’ll have to excuse my friend here. He didn’t know we were going out, and was working on his car I believe all evening. Maybe we can work something out?”
(Keith pulls his hand back, and straight into his pocket.)
Keith; “Of course, Sir, perhaps I can find something in the lost and found.”
(Keith standing very tall and proud saunters away.)
“That’s coming out of your check!” Declan shot his words at BoolZ. “Tell me, please, beyond all the animosity that you know how important this is.”
BoolZ; “So you are going to tell me what Severino did. I mean he lost at Battlegrounds, he lost to me the week before Battlegrounds, he lost to me the week before the week before Battlegrounds, hell he lost to me…”
“We get it!” Quipped Mrs. Prescott.
“Listen,” Declan trying now to simply talk hoping perhaps a bit of honesty will work, “We’re moving straight into Horizons. This is it, the biggest show in GIW history. The second Horizons, and everything since the first Horizons until now has been to build for this years Horizons. Tell me you know what major promotion on NBC would do for the buy-rates.”
(Puzzled BoolZ looks around the interior. He scans the Hollywood elite, he takes in the soft live classical music, and he notices the one waiter per two table ratio.)
BoolZ; “What you hired gun couldn’t make it? Chip Masters I think would have been a better fit. Or how about that new champion of yours Kiseragi? Don’t tell me they got an anti-rainbow rule in here too. Oh hey maybe Brandon shoulda taken my place, he’s used to hob-snobin’ with the movie stars.”
(Before they can answer Keith re-enters the scene carrying a generic black sports coat.)
Keith; “You may put this on, and follow me to your table.”
(Keith doesn’t break stride as he tosses the jacket at BoolZ. All three follow Keith to a round table towards the back, and are greeted by an older gentlemen with a full head of light brown hair sitting over his well toned for his age body. What we assume is his middle aged wife looking like she hadn’t eaten for days, but her hollow eyes happy none the less. And Annette Lyman, the Head of Acquisitions and Creative Department at NBC, whom we met two weeks ago. Keith quickly departs, as Annette and company stand to greet the GIW visitors.)
Anne; “Randy, it’s so good to see you again. Cara, Declan, how have you been? Grant this is Declan and Cara Prescott, the owners of the GIW. This is Randy Boolzian, one of their title holders. Randy, Cara, Declan this is Grant and Elizabeth Tinker. Grant is the Chairman of NBC.”
(The introductions out of the way all six seem to take forever shaking hands before they take their seat.)
Grant; “I have to suggest the Rib-Eye. It’s absolutely fantastic!”
(BoolZ shrugs his shoulders, closes, and places his menu on the table nodding with his mouth closed.)
Grant; “So Mr. Boolzian, Annette tells me you two have worked up some pretty nice reality based ideas for a new series.”
BoolZ; “Oh yeah, we…”
“Randy, unfortunately had to call their meeting short.” Interrupted the Head of the GIW, “We had to get him to London before anything was set in stone, so at this time if there are changes you’d like to make we can still adjust.”
(Annette gives a quizzical glance at BoolZ as Cara non-verbally reminds RBI to let them do the talking.)
Grant; “Yes well let me just say we at NBC are looking forward to working with the GIW. I admit to not knowing much about your company, but I was talking with Jay the other day, Leno sorry, and he was telling me about his wrestling a couple of matches for that Time-Warner promotion awhile back. That got me thinking about possible cross promotion, and I must say the possibilities seem limitless.”
Anne; “Oh yes, Mr. Tinker. The GIW is growing by leaps and bounds, and have a solid hold on the male 18-34 demographic. Coupled with our plans for the new season the network should see a sizeable increase in ratings with the proper promotion during their weekly show.”
“And I can assure you Mr. Tinker,” Cara begins, “The GIW and it’s superstars are equally excited with the opportunities presented by a joint NBC GIW venture.”
(Clearly out of place BoolZ spends the majority of his time ‘people watching’ until his phone rings. He checks the screen, but doesn’t answer as the conversation has already been interrupted enough.)
BoolZ; “I’m sorry, I have to take this. Excuse me.”
(BoolZ stands up and walks away as he begins the conversation.)
Grant; “Yes well, Declan where were we? Cross promotion, right? We were thinking about a possible special airing of some of your product on a couple of Friday nights, I know Jay Leno had commented he might want to try wrestling again, and of course if the GIW fan base can see a couple of NBC’s actors in the front row they might want to tune in to their show.”
“It all sounds really good, Grant.” Pleasantly, Declan tries to reassure the Head of NBC. “One concern however, is Mr. Leno getting in a GIW ring.”
Grant; “Why would that be a concern, he’s a big wrestling fan.”
“Well, you see we’re kind of an alternative to what professional wrestling was.” Declan attempts to choose his words carefully. “We have been as successful as we have because we are real. Because we don’t sugar coat the action, or attempt to fool our fans.”
Anne; “Wait, so when Travis Roberts fell off the cage last week, that wasn’t planned?”
Grant; “Cage?”
“Travis knew the risks,” Cara steps in to minimize the reality of life in a GIW ring. “and in an uncharacteristic moment fell victim to the circumstances.”
(Mrs. Tinker looks at her husband who in turn glances to Annette for clarification.)
Anne; “Wow, I guess your roster really is full of some incredible talents then. Also back on the cross promotion, the Creative Department has been working on not just getting NBC on Sentinel, but getting the GIW on NBC. We were thinking some of the ladies on your roster could step in, and help open cases on ‘Deal of No Deal’, we were looking at the possibility of having a few of your superstars make guest appearances on ‘ER’, ’30 Rock’, the re-launch of ‘Knight Rider’, the ‘Office’, or ‘My Name is Earl’. Of course having access to ‘LAW & ORDER: SVU’ and ‘The Tonight Show’ or ‘Late Night’ isn’t out of the question. We would probably want the first few appearances to be on ‘Last Call with Carson Daly’ though. Just to make sure everything goes smooth.”
Grant; “Why wouldn’t it go smooth?”
“I just think,” Declan steps in understanding Grant has never seen the GIW. “Ms. Lyman is suggesting, rightfully so I might add, that a few of the GIW mainstays might be less than mainstream. However I don’t foresee any problems, and…”
(Declan is cut off by a rather noticeable commotion. We watch as the majority of the kitchen staff flood through the dinning hall, and rush to the front door. A weird silence falls over the room, and for the first time the sound of a car alarm blaring can be picked up. The table looks around as now other guests begin shuffling towards the door. Keith walks over to the confused Declan, leans in, and says something in his ear before swishing away.)
Keith; “Perhaps if he were properly dressed, he would be more behaved.”
(Declan’s panicked look meets the concerned glare in Cara’s eyes as they stand, and push their way to the front of the mess of people gathered under the outside canopy. Mortified at the image of BoolZ, his pants around his ankles, on top of a red haired beauty with her legs in the air sprawled across the hood of a cherry red Corvette are the cause of the commotion. The car tilts and bounces off the pavement with each thrust, the women writhing in ecstasy screams with each pounding, and the shade of Declans, Caras, Annes, Grants, and Elizabeths face gets deeper and deeper red as BoolZ forces deeper and deeper into his latest trophy.)
“Oh, fuck me.” All Declan can think to say as this meeting is forced to its untimely end.
“Somebody get a hose!” Demanded Cara.
(The outburst causes RBI to look up from his prize, and straight at the crowd.)
BoolZ; “Oh hey boss! Meeting going well? Hey, how’re ya doing all the talking if you’re out here?”
Red Head; “Oh don’t stop donkey! Hit it! Hit it hard!”
BoolZ; “Hey, Declan it’s not a crowbar but I think I’m busting her up pretty good, huh?”
(Mrs. Tinker stands by Annette in shock their jaws open, their eyes wide, their lips bright red.)
Grant; “Annette, this is the kind of shit you want to put on prime-time on my network!”
(The scene fades out as BoolZ returns to his work and the Tinkers, embarrassed, rush to flee the scene. When we come back in gone is the red head, gone are the Prescotts, gone is the Corvette, and we are in a decent if unimpressive hotel room. BoolZ still in his pants and shirt from earlier this evening sits at a small round table with Conni at his feet. The bed is a mess, and a woman steps from the bathroom door as the steam billows from her shower.)
BoolZ; “And I thought you were just going to give me back my 20 bucks.”
(Her gorgeous smile deceives the hollow coldness of her fantastically deep green eyes. Her raven color hair, wet, simply amazingly falls just past her shoulders. We watch mournfully as she finishes buttoning the shirt that now hides her perfect breasts. Looking at his ex-wife, once the divorce is finalized, we can’t help but think Travis Roberts has truly lost it all.)
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah, well, so did I. But wow.”
BoolZ; “Thanks, how was Florida?”
Mary-Joanna; “Florida? Right, Florida, it was disappointing.”
BoolZ; “Meeting didn’t go to well huh?”
Mary-Joanna; “No, not exactly. My attorney told me that he doesn’t think I can get the thing I want most in the divorce.”
BoolZ; “So take all his money, and replace it.”
Mary-Joanna; “It’s not that easy. It’s one of a kind, besides if it was just his money I was after I’d just stay married to Travis.”
(She takes a seat on the edge of the bed facing the Red Bull Icon.)
BoolZ; “That’s to bad. What is it?”
Mary-Joanna; “It’s going to sound strange, but I really want the TWiSTeD Fight Club world title.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, that is strange. Why do you want the title belt of a dead promotion.”
Mary-Joanna; “You see that’s just it. I had a lot of really good times in the TFC. Made a lot of really fond memories of a better time. Besides that title is as much mine as it is his. I lead him to that belt, and to think he’s the last one to hold it makes me sad.”
BoolZ; “You don’t think he would have won that title with out you? Besides I would have thought after GWAR nearly killed Roberts, then the divorce that’s indirectly coming to head because of his injuries you’d want nothing to remember the TFC by.
(She tilts her head as her eyes dance behind her long lashes.)
Mary-Joanna; “Well speaking of not winning title matches, I tuned into Distant Whispers, and do you know what I saw?”
(BoolZ shares the small smile on her face, and basks in the attention.)
BoolZ; “Let me guess.”
Mary-Joanna; “That’s right, I saw you. Why didn’t you tell me you were a professional wrestler?”
BoolZ; “It never came up I guess.”
Mary-Joanna; “Never came up, huh? Alright, so how is it working for you?”
BoolZ; “Pretty good I guess. This week I should beat this guy Severino again for the like 5th or 6th straight time. I mean this guy, you gotta see this guy. He’s like eight feet of nothing but his woman’s second fiddle. I wouldn’t be surprised if Prescott offered Gabby a contract, and she told him she’d only sign if Jack got to hang out at the arena. Dude’s a joke. Hell I was half wondering what he did to Declan to get punished, again, by facing me. You know every match leading up to Gorilla Warfare I had to face him, and I won everyone one of them. I tell you though, I’m a little nervous about this week.”
Mary-Joanna; “What? What I saw from Distant Whispers, you don’t have anything to be nervous about. Is it true you’ve never been pinned or gave up?”
(BoolZ leans forward in his chair resting his elbows on the table.)
BoolZ; “In the GIW, it’s true so far. But that’s not it. I mean I can wrestle anyone, and feel right at home. Hell God knows beating Severino is like second nature to me by now. In fact I have wrestled just about everyone in the GIW, and beat’em save a few of the guys that havn’t been around that long and Prescott cause he hardly gets in the ring…”
Mary-Joanna; “What about Travis? You wrestle him, yet?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, my first pay-per-view in the GIW. Beat him, center of the ring. It was incredible, that was what I live to do.”
Mary-Joanna; “So no one has beaten you in the GIW, and you’re facing a guy you said you beat a bunch of times before, so what about this week makes you nervous?”
BoolZ; “That’s just it. I’m fine wrestling in front of all those people, but this week I also gotta talk. See at Gorilla Warfare I won the opportunity to make my match at Horizons, and this is the first show leading to Horizons, and I have to grab that microphone, walk to the ring, and talk to millions of people.”
Mary-Joanna; “So.”
BoolZ; “So it’s intimidating. I’ve never been to good at this stuff. I mean what do I say?”
Mary-Joanna; “Say that.”
BoolZ; “Say what?”
Mary-Joanna; “What you just said. You can wrestle anyone, you’ve beaten everyone, and you’ve never been beaten. Then say what match you want. Do you know what match you want.?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I know what I want for Horizons. And it’s just that simple. Just say that? What if I just all tongue tied?”
(Mary-Joanna leaves the bed to straddle RBI as she pushes him back in the chair and rests her arms over his shoulders.)
Mary-Joanna; “It’s just that simple. Here we’ll practice. I’ll help. And maybe tomorrow you can join me in my improv class. Hey maybe I can be there this Saturday. You know front row for moral support.”
(The scene fades out as MJ lights a cigarette for BoolZ, and rests her head against his shoulder and neck.)
