Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:13:09 GMT -5
(Our scene opens into cold, brutal, reality shaping darkness. The sounds of hollow, twisted, warped emptiness tickle our ears. The very air we breathe taunts, teases, escapes our panicked grasp. That smell. The rotting, decaying, stench welcomingly razes our nostrils with its sweet, sweet, aroma. Jasmine.)
{{Ashton sits on the mat as his father hobbles from one turnbuckle to the next bellowing on about whatever. At his side is a young, scrawny, Randy Boolzian staring at his best friend. Ashton sweats by the bucket, but it seems every drop of perspiration stinks with the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume. Maddy.}}
SPARCX; “Randy, RANDY! You listening?”
Ran; “Huh, yeah, yeah every word sir.”
SPARCX; “What’d I say then?”
Ran; “Uhm, uh, fuck.”
SPARCX; “Kid, I don’t know what the fuck’s got into you, but ya better get yer head straight. Got your first match in a couple weeks with Kan’s federation, and ya better not embarrass me!”
Ran; “Yeah, sorry.”
Ash; “Dude, you ok? You’ve been kinda loopy these last couple days.”
Ran; “No, no, I’m fine. Just a bit nervous, and I haven’t really been able to sleep to well.”
SPARCX; “Well sleep later. Now I was saying…”
{{Leaning in}}
Ash; “Maybe if you put down the crack pipe, you’d be able to sleep.”
Ran; “Maybe if your sister would leave me the fuck alone I’d be able to get some sleep.”
Ash; “Again, right to sex with my family. What the hell, dude?”
{{Shouting}}
SPARCX; “GOD DAMNIT DID EITHER YOU LITTLE SHIT HEADS HEAR ME?”
Ash; “Dad, we heard this story a hundred times. We get it, you 4Alarmed Foxx off the semi, and he was never right again. Seriously though, c’mon, wasn’t that a bit much?”
SPARCX; “A bit much? No, it wasn’t a bit much. Listen the world is a tough place, and professional wrestlin’s worse. Kids you’ll come across promoters, rivals, ring rats and I swear as I’m standing here they live to take all you got. They’re only mission in life is using you, steeling from ya what’s most important, and it’s up to you and only you to stand up and fight. When you’re dealing out justice there is no a ‘bit much’.
Ash; “Yeah, but what cost is too much. You got released after that.”
SPARCX; “Yeah, I got released and two weeks later I was in another ring making more money. Listen guys, when you want something bad enough no cost is too much. In this life you get one shot at ‘it’. If you can’t live without ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ is, than even if it costs your soul it’s a bargain.”
(His eyelids tear open like wilted petals caught in a storm. Instantly the sights of a darkened hotel room fill his vision. The women, probably still Mary-Joanna, laying face down on the bed with only a blanket covering from her waist down. The sound of the heater kicking on and pumping stale re-circulated air into the room rumble in his ears. The smell of old marijuana and violent sex permeate every pore of his crawling skin.
Through the moonlight BoolZ checks his watch before picking up his open can of Red Bull, stands, and quietly heads for the sliding glass door and the balcony just on the other side.)
BoolZ; “Eleven minutes.”
(Sliding the glass down shut behind him RBI snaps open his Zippo and ignites his cigarette. Leaning against the railing he inhales deeply while gazing down at the empty street thirty stories below. His lungs burn as the icy first breeze of winter comforts and envelopes him. Slowly the white smoke pours out from his sinuses and is quickly whisked away, forgotten. Only the nauseating smell of jasmine and guilt remain.
Conni waits by the front door, as he’s done countless times before, while the Red Bull Icon creeps back into the room. BoolZ sees his faithful friend, sets his now empty aluminum can on the desk, and retakes his place in the most uncomfortable chair in the room.)
BoolZ; “Not yet, Conni. Go to sleep.”
Mary-Joanna; “BoolZ?”
(Her voice tired and worn.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, it’s late MJ you should sleep.”
Mary-Joanna; “Come to bed, BoolZ.”
BoolZ; “I can’t sleep.”
(His voice exhausted and battered. The light floods and fills one of the nicest suites in Hollywood as Mary-Joanna rolls to her back, and sits up allowing the blanket to fall in her lap. The very sight of her exquisite chest is enough to wake the weariest soul.)
Mary-Joanna; “What’s wrong?”
BoolZ; “Nothing, absolutely nothing I’m just thinking.”
Mary-Joanna; “You need a manager. They could do all your thinking for you. I know some people.”
BoolZ; “They better not be thinking what I’m thinking.”
(Her delicious lips part just enough for her perfect smile as she leans back onto her elbows. Her eyes peer into BoolZ, as he brings her feet up against the mattress allowing the blanket to hide the valley her bent knees form. Slowly the smile takes a wicked turn as she bites her top lip.)
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah?”
BoolZ; “Oh yeah.”
Mary-Joanna; “Emm, yeah!”
(The screen slowly fades out as BoolZ advances towards the bed. When we come back Mary-Joanna is garbed in a loosely tied silk robe, sitting on the plush micro suede couch, and finishing the last of her room service breakfast. The sun has just begun to creep over the horizon, the birds cackle like pigeons normally do, and the sounds of rush hour grid lock fill the previously empty street some thirty stories below. Mary-Joanna takes the last sip of her orange juice before finding a meticulously pre-rolled ‘roll up’ and her lighter.)
Mary-Joanna; “You don’t mind do you?”
BoolZ; “Who am I to judge. Go for it.”
(BoolZ leans back in his back wrecking chair with a look of satisfaction yet yearning for more scribbled across his face. He simply looks on as Mary-Joanna finishes her breakfast, lights her ‘roll up’, and then offers to pass it to RBI.)
BoolZ; “No, thanks, but it’s really not my thing.”
Mary-Joanna; “OK, so wow, did that clear your mind?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, a little. I might need your help again in twenty minutes or so though.”
Mary-Joanna; “Oh, yeah, you better. I might need another morning work out.”
(The two share a loving look from across the room. Mary-Joanna quietly enjoys her pre-roll as BoolZ simply gazes silent. After a few seconds Mary-Joanna exhales her smoke while looking puzzled. She lightly scratches her hairline, remoistens her lips, and then refocuses on BoolZ.)
Mary-Joanna; “So.”
BoolZ; “So?”
Mary-Joanna; “Really?”
BoolZ; “What is it?”
Mary-Joanna; “Wow.”
BoolZ; “What?”
Mary-Joanna; “Nothing, just wow. You know I’ve known a lot of guys from that ring, even married one of the them, and I think you’ve got to be one of the first that can go five minutes without talking about their career.”
BoolZ; “Aw, what’s to talk about?”
Mary-Joanna; “There’s a lot to talk about, like how you’re going to win me the TFC Title belt for starters.”
(BoolZ is quiet at first wearing a quizzical expression which slowly dissipates giving way to a confident kind of mask.)
BoolZ; “And you think I need a manager, but ok what do you want to know about me winning you the TWiSTeD Fight Club title belt?”
Mary-Joanna; “Well, I don’t know. Just want to say thanks.”
BoolZ; “You’re welcome?”
Mary-Joanna; “And we could talk about why you worried about speaking in front of all those people. You made it look easy, like you’ve done it before, and it wasn’t the best speech I’ve ever heard but it wasn’t that bad. I could tell you were more comfortable wrestling though. You made it look easy against that guy. Are all your matches that easy?”
BoolZ; “Wow, do I need make-up or something? Where’s the camera?”
Mary-Joanna; “Ha ha, so what you’re not going to talk about the GIW?”
BoolZ; “Seriously, why? It is what is. As far as the little bit at the end of Sentinel, well it was one of those things that had happen, and sometimes you just have to do what you have do. I might have exaggerated my opposition to public speaking, but I just don’t care for it. I’m a wrestler, I like wrestling.
As far as Severino goes. No not all my matches are that easy. In fact Severino isn’t that easy to beat. The guy’s got all the gifts, but he was beat before the introductions. I mean nothing I could have done could have hurt him more than what he’s doing to himself. A very smart man once told me that if you don’t think you can be beat your opponent, than you can’t. It’s that simple, DJS is going through something, his head aint in game like it should be, and deep down he’s convinced he can’t beat me. He’s convinced he’s second fiddle to Gabrielle. We could wrestle a hundred more times, and each time I win it just makes the next time that much easier.”
(Mary-Joanna does a masterful job at keeping interested. She’s fantastic as she plays her roll, and subtly hints at how the conversation will end. As BoolZ talks she pulls her hair back allowing it to settle over her shoulder and down her back. She raises an eye brow over her deep green eyes while keeping locked onto BoolZ. She leans forward with her hands clasped in her lap causing her arms to squeeze her chest creating just that little bit of extra cleavage as her robe parts just enough.)
Mary-Joanna; “Well, what about the Hell in the Cell? Sounds kind of tame after how you described Battlegrounds or what I saw at they London show.”
BoolZ; “Tame, yeah, alright I’ll give ya that one, but it sounds tame because you know what a Hell in the Cell match is. That’s the point. Everyone knows what a Hell in the Cell match is. Everyone knows what’s at risk, what it’ll do to you, what kinda sacrifice or penance you have to pay to walk out of a Hell in the Cell match the winner.
I mean Battlegrounds was brutal, but until the very end nobody knew what it was. The Triple Cage match was amazing, but so few of those have ever happen most don’t realize what it means. But Hell in a Cell. Now everyone knows what a Hell in the Cell is. Everyone can recall a Hell in a Cell, and everyone can remember the images of all those broken bodies. All those bloody heaps. All those shattered bones. You can’t think about Hell in the Cell, and not realize, not concede, that you will get hurt. The fact is after Hell in the Cell you will not simply wake up, eat your cereal, go to the arena, and wrestle next Saturday.
So unlike some fantastic mystery of a match like the last few main events everyone knows exactly what they’re in for. Five weeks out, everyone knows, and everyone is already thinking about it. Everyone knows those images, those facts. And they will invade our thoughts, they’ll fester, they’ll infect, and in the end the night before Horizons will not be as easy as the night before Battlegrounds or Distant Whispers."
Mary-Joanna; “So it’s a head game? Like that Prescott boy putting himself in the match. That wasn’t cool, just hi-jacking your match like that.”
(BoolZ shrugs his shoulders as his teeth can’t hide behind his thin lips anymore, and with a boyish grin.)
BoolZ; “Why not? What is it ‘Do unto others what you will, but always…’”
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah something like that. I see you really were a fan.”
BoolZ; “Of course. But seriously if Declan thinks I’m going to allow him to stand in my way, well he’s wrong. He didn’t hi-jack my match, he dove into my sights. It’s weird you know, I mean, of all the people in the GIW he’s one of the few that’s been here longer than myself that I’ve never beaten. I figure it just makes this match that much more valuable. I can rescue the TFC Title from a burnt fallen idol, secure my place at the top of the GIW by taking the Global belt, and check off one of only like three people that haven’t beat yet. You got anymore questions?”
Mary-Joanna; “You still dropping me off at the airport?”
BoolZ; “Absolutely. I’ll pick you up after your improv class.”
Mary-Joanna; “You’re really not going? I thought you had fun last week, and I think it helped. Admit it, it helped.”
BoolZ; “I’ll admit it. It helped, but they wouldn’t leave me alone. I could have gotten as much out of that class sitting in the back watching. I didn’t have to get on that stage and make a fool of myself.”
Mary-Joanna; “What you were good at it and it wasn’t that bad.”
BoolZ; “MJ, seriously I’m just not that comfortable as the center of attention.”
(Sitting back, sinking into, the massive plush suede couch Mary-Joanna has taken to fiddling with the belt on her robe. She lowers her head feigning sadness, but the intensity in her eyes betrays her motivation. She slowly starts to pull her robe up revealing more and more of her knee and thigh.)
Mary-Joanna; “Fine, whatever. Has it been twenty minutes yet?”
BoolZ; “Close enough.”
(Mary-Joanna sticks out and bites the tip of her tongue as the scene fades out. When we come back we’re standing by the ‘U-Suk’ mobile on a busy L.A. street. The sun is bright, but the air cool. We take in the surroundings and see Mary-Joanna talking to an older man outside of a small store front. We see BoolZ smoking with a Red Bull in his hand and Conni at his side standing on the other end of the truck. We see two young women just past Mary-Joanna. One of them keeps looking at BoolZ, and then they both begin looking towards the Red Bull Icon.
They’re to far away to hear the conversation but the blonde slyly shows the brunette just a hint of the top of her panties. The brunette smiles with approval, and motions with her hands first holding her index fingers apart, and then clinching her fist extends her forearm. The blonde can’t help the look of shock evaporating to give way to eager anticipation.
Mary-Joanna apparently finishes her conversation, negotiates crossing the busy street, and ecstatically gushes to BoolZ.)
Mary-Joanna; “Oh my god, BoolZy you’re not going to believe this! Mr. Huntington wants me to audition for a pilot!”
BoolZ; “Oh, that’s great. When?”
Mary-Joanna; “Well that’s the thing. It’s got to be right now. It shouldn’t take more than an hour. Can you pick me up then?”
BoolZ; “What where’s the audition?”
Mary-Joanna; “Oh his producer is here in the classroom.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, cool, break a leg!”
Mary-Joanna; “Woo! This is so great!”
(Mary-Joanna reaches in, her and BoolZ kiss, and then she turns to run along back into the class room. As soon as she’s out of sight BoolZ looks over to the brunette who with her friend return there attention from Mary-Joanna to BoolZ. All three exchange a smile, and as the two young women attempt to cross the street we shift to Mary-Joanna.
We watch as she knocks softly on an open door in the hallway. A short pudgy man with bad skin and yellow teeth looks up from his stack of papers.)
Mary-Joanna; “Mr. Fisher? Steve told me you said I could audition for a part in your new pilot.”
Fisher; “Please call me John, and yeah he’s quite high on you. He almost begged me to drop by. Uhm I got a script here, if you wouldn’t mind giving it a quick read we can get on with this. I have a pretty full day.”
(Mary-Joanna steps into the small room shutting and locking the door behind her. She turns to face John Fisher while biting her bottom lip.)
Mary-Joanna; “Of course, and Mary-Jo really wants to thank you for this chance. MJ really wants this part.”
(Mary-Joanna smiles nervously at John quickly catches on. He stands up from the desk, gives her a quick look, and nods his head.)
Fisher; “We’ll see how ‘bad’ you want this part.”
(The scene fades out with BoolZ greeting the brunette, and being introduced to the blonde. When we come back we are in the passenger loading area of LAX. The ‘U-Suk’ mobile is idling and BoolZ and Mary-Joanna are saying their good-byes.)
BoolZ; “No that’s great.”
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah it really is. I mean it’s just a small part, but John said depending on how I do on screen they can add to the character make it a reoccurring part of the series. Oh the best part Xelena is going to be the lead, so I’ll have someone from class there too.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, that’s just amazing. Just like that, huh?”
; “Alright you two. Loading and unloading, we need that truck to get moving.”
(Both look at the police office pointing at the ‘U-Suk’ mobile, then both shrug their shoulders, and lean in for a passionate looking kiss.)
BoolZ; “So you’ll be back on Saturday morning?”
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah, I’ll be at Sentinel. Front row! Woo!”
(They kiss again, BoolZ climbs back in his truck, and pulls away. Mary-Joanna watches and waves until the vehicle takes the curve and disappears from sight. She then turns, and hails a taxi. We return to BoolZ who solemnly takes the freeway on ramp, and continues to drive. After a few seconds he looks to the passenger seat, and sees Conni staring back at him.)
BoolZ; “What?”
(Conni lets out just a hint of a yelp, but the disapproval is clear.)
BoolZ; “I know! Don’t look at me like that.”
(His friend huffs and lays back down eyeing his master.)
BoolZ; “What do you want me to do? It’s not like I’m proud of what I’ve done, or doing, or going to do. Damn Conni, I’m to close, I’ve come too far, to blow it now.”
(The scene fades out as Conni buries his head in the passenger seat. BoolZ lights his cigarette, takes a Red Bull from a small cooler, and turns up the radio.)
{{Ashton sits on the mat as his father hobbles from one turnbuckle to the next bellowing on about whatever. At his side is a young, scrawny, Randy Boolzian staring at his best friend. Ashton sweats by the bucket, but it seems every drop of perspiration stinks with the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume. Maddy.}}
SPARCX; “Randy, RANDY! You listening?”
Ran; “Huh, yeah, yeah every word sir.”
SPARCX; “What’d I say then?”
Ran; “Uhm, uh, fuck.”
SPARCX; “Kid, I don’t know what the fuck’s got into you, but ya better get yer head straight. Got your first match in a couple weeks with Kan’s federation, and ya better not embarrass me!”
Ran; “Yeah, sorry.”
Ash; “Dude, you ok? You’ve been kinda loopy these last couple days.”
Ran; “No, no, I’m fine. Just a bit nervous, and I haven’t really been able to sleep to well.”
SPARCX; “Well sleep later. Now I was saying…”
{{Leaning in}}
Ash; “Maybe if you put down the crack pipe, you’d be able to sleep.”
Ran; “Maybe if your sister would leave me the fuck alone I’d be able to get some sleep.”
Ash; “Again, right to sex with my family. What the hell, dude?”
{{Shouting}}
SPARCX; “GOD DAMNIT DID EITHER YOU LITTLE SHIT HEADS HEAR ME?”
Ash; “Dad, we heard this story a hundred times. We get it, you 4Alarmed Foxx off the semi, and he was never right again. Seriously though, c’mon, wasn’t that a bit much?”
SPARCX; “A bit much? No, it wasn’t a bit much. Listen the world is a tough place, and professional wrestlin’s worse. Kids you’ll come across promoters, rivals, ring rats and I swear as I’m standing here they live to take all you got. They’re only mission in life is using you, steeling from ya what’s most important, and it’s up to you and only you to stand up and fight. When you’re dealing out justice there is no a ‘bit much’.
Ash; “Yeah, but what cost is too much. You got released after that.”
SPARCX; “Yeah, I got released and two weeks later I was in another ring making more money. Listen guys, when you want something bad enough no cost is too much. In this life you get one shot at ‘it’. If you can’t live without ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ is, than even if it costs your soul it’s a bargain.”
(His eyelids tear open like wilted petals caught in a storm. Instantly the sights of a darkened hotel room fill his vision. The women, probably still Mary-Joanna, laying face down on the bed with only a blanket covering from her waist down. The sound of the heater kicking on and pumping stale re-circulated air into the room rumble in his ears. The smell of old marijuana and violent sex permeate every pore of his crawling skin.
Through the moonlight BoolZ checks his watch before picking up his open can of Red Bull, stands, and quietly heads for the sliding glass door and the balcony just on the other side.)
BoolZ; “Eleven minutes.”
(Sliding the glass down shut behind him RBI snaps open his Zippo and ignites his cigarette. Leaning against the railing he inhales deeply while gazing down at the empty street thirty stories below. His lungs burn as the icy first breeze of winter comforts and envelopes him. Slowly the white smoke pours out from his sinuses and is quickly whisked away, forgotten. Only the nauseating smell of jasmine and guilt remain.
Conni waits by the front door, as he’s done countless times before, while the Red Bull Icon creeps back into the room. BoolZ sees his faithful friend, sets his now empty aluminum can on the desk, and retakes his place in the most uncomfortable chair in the room.)
BoolZ; “Not yet, Conni. Go to sleep.”
Mary-Joanna; “BoolZ?”
(Her voice tired and worn.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, it’s late MJ you should sleep.”
Mary-Joanna; “Come to bed, BoolZ.”
BoolZ; “I can’t sleep.”
(His voice exhausted and battered. The light floods and fills one of the nicest suites in Hollywood as Mary-Joanna rolls to her back, and sits up allowing the blanket to fall in her lap. The very sight of her exquisite chest is enough to wake the weariest soul.)
Mary-Joanna; “What’s wrong?”
BoolZ; “Nothing, absolutely nothing I’m just thinking.”
Mary-Joanna; “You need a manager. They could do all your thinking for you. I know some people.”
BoolZ; “They better not be thinking what I’m thinking.”
(Her delicious lips part just enough for her perfect smile as she leans back onto her elbows. Her eyes peer into BoolZ, as he brings her feet up against the mattress allowing the blanket to hide the valley her bent knees form. Slowly the smile takes a wicked turn as she bites her top lip.)
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah?”
BoolZ; “Oh yeah.”
Mary-Joanna; “Emm, yeah!”
(The screen slowly fades out as BoolZ advances towards the bed. When we come back Mary-Joanna is garbed in a loosely tied silk robe, sitting on the plush micro suede couch, and finishing the last of her room service breakfast. The sun has just begun to creep over the horizon, the birds cackle like pigeons normally do, and the sounds of rush hour grid lock fill the previously empty street some thirty stories below. Mary-Joanna takes the last sip of her orange juice before finding a meticulously pre-rolled ‘roll up’ and her lighter.)
Mary-Joanna; “You don’t mind do you?”
BoolZ; “Who am I to judge. Go for it.”
(BoolZ leans back in his back wrecking chair with a look of satisfaction yet yearning for more scribbled across his face. He simply looks on as Mary-Joanna finishes her breakfast, lights her ‘roll up’, and then offers to pass it to RBI.)
BoolZ; “No, thanks, but it’s really not my thing.”
Mary-Joanna; “OK, so wow, did that clear your mind?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, a little. I might need your help again in twenty minutes or so though.”
Mary-Joanna; “Oh, yeah, you better. I might need another morning work out.”
(The two share a loving look from across the room. Mary-Joanna quietly enjoys her pre-roll as BoolZ simply gazes silent. After a few seconds Mary-Joanna exhales her smoke while looking puzzled. She lightly scratches her hairline, remoistens her lips, and then refocuses on BoolZ.)
Mary-Joanna; “So.”
BoolZ; “So?”
Mary-Joanna; “Really?”
BoolZ; “What is it?”
Mary-Joanna; “Wow.”
BoolZ; “What?”
Mary-Joanna; “Nothing, just wow. You know I’ve known a lot of guys from that ring, even married one of the them, and I think you’ve got to be one of the first that can go five minutes without talking about their career.”
BoolZ; “Aw, what’s to talk about?”
Mary-Joanna; “There’s a lot to talk about, like how you’re going to win me the TFC Title belt for starters.”
(BoolZ is quiet at first wearing a quizzical expression which slowly dissipates giving way to a confident kind of mask.)
BoolZ; “And you think I need a manager, but ok what do you want to know about me winning you the TWiSTeD Fight Club title belt?”
Mary-Joanna; “Well, I don’t know. Just want to say thanks.”
BoolZ; “You’re welcome?”
Mary-Joanna; “And we could talk about why you worried about speaking in front of all those people. You made it look easy, like you’ve done it before, and it wasn’t the best speech I’ve ever heard but it wasn’t that bad. I could tell you were more comfortable wrestling though. You made it look easy against that guy. Are all your matches that easy?”
BoolZ; “Wow, do I need make-up or something? Where’s the camera?”
Mary-Joanna; “Ha ha, so what you’re not going to talk about the GIW?”
BoolZ; “Seriously, why? It is what is. As far as the little bit at the end of Sentinel, well it was one of those things that had happen, and sometimes you just have to do what you have do. I might have exaggerated my opposition to public speaking, but I just don’t care for it. I’m a wrestler, I like wrestling.
As far as Severino goes. No not all my matches are that easy. In fact Severino isn’t that easy to beat. The guy’s got all the gifts, but he was beat before the introductions. I mean nothing I could have done could have hurt him more than what he’s doing to himself. A very smart man once told me that if you don’t think you can be beat your opponent, than you can’t. It’s that simple, DJS is going through something, his head aint in game like it should be, and deep down he’s convinced he can’t beat me. He’s convinced he’s second fiddle to Gabrielle. We could wrestle a hundred more times, and each time I win it just makes the next time that much easier.”
(Mary-Joanna does a masterful job at keeping interested. She’s fantastic as she plays her roll, and subtly hints at how the conversation will end. As BoolZ talks she pulls her hair back allowing it to settle over her shoulder and down her back. She raises an eye brow over her deep green eyes while keeping locked onto BoolZ. She leans forward with her hands clasped in her lap causing her arms to squeeze her chest creating just that little bit of extra cleavage as her robe parts just enough.)
Mary-Joanna; “Well, what about the Hell in the Cell? Sounds kind of tame after how you described Battlegrounds or what I saw at they London show.”
BoolZ; “Tame, yeah, alright I’ll give ya that one, but it sounds tame because you know what a Hell in the Cell match is. That’s the point. Everyone knows what a Hell in the Cell match is. Everyone knows what’s at risk, what it’ll do to you, what kinda sacrifice or penance you have to pay to walk out of a Hell in the Cell match the winner.
I mean Battlegrounds was brutal, but until the very end nobody knew what it was. The Triple Cage match was amazing, but so few of those have ever happen most don’t realize what it means. But Hell in a Cell. Now everyone knows what a Hell in the Cell is. Everyone can recall a Hell in a Cell, and everyone can remember the images of all those broken bodies. All those bloody heaps. All those shattered bones. You can’t think about Hell in the Cell, and not realize, not concede, that you will get hurt. The fact is after Hell in the Cell you will not simply wake up, eat your cereal, go to the arena, and wrestle next Saturday.
So unlike some fantastic mystery of a match like the last few main events everyone knows exactly what they’re in for. Five weeks out, everyone knows, and everyone is already thinking about it. Everyone knows those images, those facts. And they will invade our thoughts, they’ll fester, they’ll infect, and in the end the night before Horizons will not be as easy as the night before Battlegrounds or Distant Whispers."
Mary-Joanna; “So it’s a head game? Like that Prescott boy putting himself in the match. That wasn’t cool, just hi-jacking your match like that.”
(BoolZ shrugs his shoulders as his teeth can’t hide behind his thin lips anymore, and with a boyish grin.)
BoolZ; “Why not? What is it ‘Do unto others what you will, but always…’”
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah something like that. I see you really were a fan.”
BoolZ; “Of course. But seriously if Declan thinks I’m going to allow him to stand in my way, well he’s wrong. He didn’t hi-jack my match, he dove into my sights. It’s weird you know, I mean, of all the people in the GIW he’s one of the few that’s been here longer than myself that I’ve never beaten. I figure it just makes this match that much more valuable. I can rescue the TFC Title from a burnt fallen idol, secure my place at the top of the GIW by taking the Global belt, and check off one of only like three people that haven’t beat yet. You got anymore questions?”
Mary-Joanna; “You still dropping me off at the airport?”
BoolZ; “Absolutely. I’ll pick you up after your improv class.”
Mary-Joanna; “You’re really not going? I thought you had fun last week, and I think it helped. Admit it, it helped.”
BoolZ; “I’ll admit it. It helped, but they wouldn’t leave me alone. I could have gotten as much out of that class sitting in the back watching. I didn’t have to get on that stage and make a fool of myself.”
Mary-Joanna; “What you were good at it and it wasn’t that bad.”
BoolZ; “MJ, seriously I’m just not that comfortable as the center of attention.”
(Sitting back, sinking into, the massive plush suede couch Mary-Joanna has taken to fiddling with the belt on her robe. She lowers her head feigning sadness, but the intensity in her eyes betrays her motivation. She slowly starts to pull her robe up revealing more and more of her knee and thigh.)
Mary-Joanna; “Fine, whatever. Has it been twenty minutes yet?”
BoolZ; “Close enough.”
(Mary-Joanna sticks out and bites the tip of her tongue as the scene fades out. When we come back we’re standing by the ‘U-Suk’ mobile on a busy L.A. street. The sun is bright, but the air cool. We take in the surroundings and see Mary-Joanna talking to an older man outside of a small store front. We see BoolZ smoking with a Red Bull in his hand and Conni at his side standing on the other end of the truck. We see two young women just past Mary-Joanna. One of them keeps looking at BoolZ, and then they both begin looking towards the Red Bull Icon.
They’re to far away to hear the conversation but the blonde slyly shows the brunette just a hint of the top of her panties. The brunette smiles with approval, and motions with her hands first holding her index fingers apart, and then clinching her fist extends her forearm. The blonde can’t help the look of shock evaporating to give way to eager anticipation.
Mary-Joanna apparently finishes her conversation, negotiates crossing the busy street, and ecstatically gushes to BoolZ.)
Mary-Joanna; “Oh my god, BoolZy you’re not going to believe this! Mr. Huntington wants me to audition for a pilot!”
BoolZ; “Oh, that’s great. When?”
Mary-Joanna; “Well that’s the thing. It’s got to be right now. It shouldn’t take more than an hour. Can you pick me up then?”
BoolZ; “What where’s the audition?”
Mary-Joanna; “Oh his producer is here in the classroom.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, cool, break a leg!”
Mary-Joanna; “Woo! This is so great!”
(Mary-Joanna reaches in, her and BoolZ kiss, and then she turns to run along back into the class room. As soon as she’s out of sight BoolZ looks over to the brunette who with her friend return there attention from Mary-Joanna to BoolZ. All three exchange a smile, and as the two young women attempt to cross the street we shift to Mary-Joanna.
We watch as she knocks softly on an open door in the hallway. A short pudgy man with bad skin and yellow teeth looks up from his stack of papers.)
Mary-Joanna; “Mr. Fisher? Steve told me you said I could audition for a part in your new pilot.”
Fisher; “Please call me John, and yeah he’s quite high on you. He almost begged me to drop by. Uhm I got a script here, if you wouldn’t mind giving it a quick read we can get on with this. I have a pretty full day.”
(Mary-Joanna steps into the small room shutting and locking the door behind her. She turns to face John Fisher while biting her bottom lip.)
Mary-Joanna; “Of course, and Mary-Jo really wants to thank you for this chance. MJ really wants this part.”
(Mary-Joanna smiles nervously at John quickly catches on. He stands up from the desk, gives her a quick look, and nods his head.)
Fisher; “We’ll see how ‘bad’ you want this part.”
(The scene fades out with BoolZ greeting the brunette, and being introduced to the blonde. When we come back we are in the passenger loading area of LAX. The ‘U-Suk’ mobile is idling and BoolZ and Mary-Joanna are saying their good-byes.)
BoolZ; “No that’s great.”
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah it really is. I mean it’s just a small part, but John said depending on how I do on screen they can add to the character make it a reoccurring part of the series. Oh the best part Xelena is going to be the lead, so I’ll have someone from class there too.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, that’s just amazing. Just like that, huh?”
; “Alright you two. Loading and unloading, we need that truck to get moving.”(Both look at the police office pointing at the ‘U-Suk’ mobile, then both shrug their shoulders, and lean in for a passionate looking kiss.)
BoolZ; “So you’ll be back on Saturday morning?”
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah, I’ll be at Sentinel. Front row! Woo!”
(They kiss again, BoolZ climbs back in his truck, and pulls away. Mary-Joanna watches and waves until the vehicle takes the curve and disappears from sight. She then turns, and hails a taxi. We return to BoolZ who solemnly takes the freeway on ramp, and continues to drive. After a few seconds he looks to the passenger seat, and sees Conni staring back at him.)
BoolZ; “What?”
(Conni lets out just a hint of a yelp, but the disapproval is clear.)
BoolZ; “I know! Don’t look at me like that.”
(His friend huffs and lays back down eyeing his master.)
BoolZ; “What do you want me to do? It’s not like I’m proud of what I’ve done, or doing, or going to do. Damn Conni, I’m to close, I’ve come too far, to blow it now.”
(The scene fades out as Conni buries his head in the passenger seat. BoolZ lights his cigarette, takes a Red Bull from a small cooler, and turns up the radio.)
