Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:15:11 GMT -5
(Our scene opens during the late evening hours of a quiet Thursday. We look out over a huge well kept lawn ending with a wall of various bushes and trees. The crickets sing in the distance, and only entice Conni to further chase. We watch as the American Red Nosed Pit-Bull runs from one side of the field to the next barking the whole time. He’s loving it.
The sound of a gruff tar laden cough demands our attention, and as we turn to see the disruption we are greeted by the sight of Randy Boolzian and Pall McCourt standing on an elaborate and massive wooden deck. Both men stand leaning against the handrail, both men a cigarette in their hand, both men their respective favorite beverage in their other hand.
BoolZ swigs from his Red Bull as he shuffles in his Converse All-Stars to free the cuff of his Dickies pants. His ‘Chris Austin Productions’ black t-shirt barely providing enough shelter from the early November night air. SPARCX rests one of his old leather boots on the bottom wrung of the guardrail, his soft aged denim jean pocket bulging with the unmistakable form of a pack of cigarettes and Zippo lighter. SPARCX uses his flannel sleeve to wipe away the remainder of his cough before looking back to boy who grew to be the Red Bull Icon.)
Pall; “So, this is nice.”
BoolZ; “Very. Thanks for inviting me. I can’t tell you the last time I had a meal like that.”
Pall; “Well, Bree and I were thinking we havn’t seen you enough. We figured with you fed not touring all over the country we’d get the chance to catch up a bit more.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, my mom had the same thought.”
Pall; “How’s she doin?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, you know honestly I don’t know.”
Pall; “She’s your mother. How do you not know?”
(Taking a drag from his Marlboro Blend 27, BoolZ looks out at Conni diving into the tomato plants.)
BoolZ; “Well, you know you tried talking me into knocking up Tina, right?”
(The plume of white smoke that entered the world from RBI’s lungs meets the surprised, grinning, expression of SPARCX.)
Pall; “Bullshit! Kinda old for ya, but motherfucker, I’d lay it on her.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, and the Redd would castrate you. Besides, really, I mean my mother tried to get me to knock up her girlfriend. How is that a healthy mother son relationship? I haven’t really talked with her since.”
Pall; “Yeah well, I think ya should have done it, but I guess it just aint right.”
<<His words shift our focus. No longer are well looking out over the vast lawn SPARCX and Redd bled for all those years on the road to secure. The meticulous green grass replaced with shinning white tile. The wall of bushes and trees overcome by the linoleum counter and cash register. The crickets song and dog barking drowned out by the juke box and expected diner chatter.>>
Diner Guest; “No bitch, it just aint right! I don’t want ya’ll diseased hands making me a new omelet, so I can eat what’eva nasty concoction ya’ll cook up for me after my girl done already ate! Just take it back, and take it off the check, bitch! And get rid of these plates, huh!”
<<We pan up from the young man with his shaved head to see the waitress. She stands with disgust in her eyes and shame filling her body. Her pitch black hair pulled tightly into a bun, her magnificent green eyes masked behind a pair of cheap drug store glasses, and her perfect bottom lip trembles with rage or hopelessness. Mary-Joanna slowly reaches out to take the check and the credit card from the young man before storming or slinking back to the counter.>>
Mary-Joanna; “Sure, that wont be a problem, sir.”
Diner Guest; “Damn right it aint no problem, bitch. You don’t want no problem!”
Diner Girl; “Lenny, that’s enough! Every time.”
Diner Guest; “Shut the fuck up Tara!”
<<We follow MJ to the cash register. She punches in some keys, prints a new receipt, and then swipes the card. As the transaction is being processed we watch as she looks around, produced a pencil from her hair, and jots down the credit cards information on a small note pad. The sound of heavy foot steps approaching and the credit slip printing prompts her to quickly tear the sheet of paper and stuff it in her pocket.>>
Mary-Joanna; “Carl, table four is sending back his omelet.”
Carl; “Yeah, I heard. The whole god-damned diner heard MJ. After you finish with them, Liz is gonna finish your tables, and I want to see you in my office.”
Mary-Joanna; “Carl, this isn’t Mary-Joanna’s fault. He’s just some little prick…”
Carl; “Do you want to keep this job or not? There are plenty of waitresses with more experience, and experienced less if you follow, who’d love for this job. And take out that damn bun. Your hair looks much better down.”
<<Her eyes are full of hurt and un-cried tears as she marches to the table, and the scene fades out. When it fades back in Mary-Joanna is seen marching down a posh hallway to a solid Cherry wood door at the end. She knocks, and fixes her tussled appearance while waiting for the answer. After a few seconds a older man with dyed hair opens the door in his silk bath robe.>>
Man; “Mary-Jo? What’s going on?”
Mary-Joanna; “Stewart, MJ just wants to talk about the case.”
Stewart; “Well, you know this has to go under billable hours.”
Mary-Joanna; “You’re the TWiSTeD Whores’ lawyer, Stew. Of course I know you’re charging.”
<<Stewart steps to the side allowing entry to his elegant downtown L.A. apartment, and Mary-Joanna wastes no time sliding in to the less than humble abode.>>
Stewart; “So, you’re meeting this Boosh character again tomorrow right? What’s the plan this week?”
Mary-Joanna; “BoolZ, his name is BoolZ, and the plan is the same as it’s always been. Get him to fall deeper and deeper for ‘his’ TWiSTeD Princess. Get him to do whatever it takes to destroy Travis.”
Stewart; “You know, I’m not still completely sold on this. It’s kind of strange. We could have this suit over within a couple more weeks, why drag it out? Are you that sure it’ll work?”
Mary-Joanna; “Mary-Jo is positive it’ll work. Randy has already lined up how to get that TFC title away from Travis, and it’s not just about money. The Blessed One has to pay for what MJ’s had to endure.”
Stewart; “So that’s it. You’re putting all your hopes on this Randy kid. That’s the plan?”
(Stewart takes a seat on the caramel leather couch next to Mary-Joanna, and his words send us back to the backyard or Pall and Bree McCourt.)
Pall; “That’s it? That’s the plan?”
BoolZ; “What yeah, you asked the plan was, and I told you. Don’t knock it, it’s a good plan.”
Pall; “Good plan? You said win. That’s your plan? Your plan is to win?”
BoolZ; “What you want me to plan to lose?”
Pall; “No, and you know damn well what I mean. But why not play along. How, how do you ‘plan’ to win.”
(SPARCX finishes his beer, dumps the cigarette butt into the empty bottle, and tosses it over the edge. BoolZ does the same with his can of Red Bull.)
BoolZ; “Same way I always do. Go head long into the opposition and beat’em.”
Pall; “That easy?”
BoolZ; “Oh I didn’t say it was going to be easy. I mean it’ll be easier than other matches, but not easy. I mean I’m teaming up with Kiseragi again. It’s hard to complain about teaming up with the Global Champion. Now he’s got it in his head that I don’t like him, but I’m pretty sure that’s just motivation for him. Besides I’m not Brown. I’m not gonna kick him in the head to cost us the match. Neither of us wants to lose, and misguided personal beliefs aside we’re both professional enough to co-exist until the match.”
(Almost choreographed two separate flips of two separate Zippos. A hiss of a bottle being opened. A crack of the aluminum seal of a Red Bull. Two clouds of white smoke. Teacher and student.)
BoolZ; “So then there’s are opponents. I mean Hastings? Seriously? Don’t get me wrong the guy has talent, and he could be as good as he wants to be. The problem is he either doesn’t want to be very good, or he doesn’t want it bad enough. The goofy bastard is more concerned with referees, and fictitious tag teams. I give him, maybe, three years, Calypso will ditch him, and he’ll be just like his partner this week. A goofy washed up never was.
I mean he’s teaming with Mickey B. Badd, for crying out loud. The guys’ big claim to fame was he was almost somebody. Coupled with the fact that his old school slow moves don’t help the fact that he’s old and slow, and there’s no way he keeps pace me and Kiseragi. Then to top it off he goes and apparently pisses off Aragato.
Now Aragato is one of those guys that is just unpleasant to wrestle. I mean I’ve beat him every time we get in the same ring, but I never look forward to the next time we get in the ring. You know that crazy little hermit pulled a Samurai sword out in our last match? A Samurai sword! Now alright it was a hardcore match, but damn. If that kinda behavior was alright, then why doesn’t everyone just bring a gun to their hardcore matches. Seriously his big moves are pulling out a sword and spitting on his opponent. I swear facing him is like getting in the ring with Crouching Dip-Shit Hidden Moron. I almost feel bad for his partner.
This Reanius guy. I mean here he is, probably burnt by acid or just plain ugly enough to have a mask. Or he’s hiding from something. Either way rumor has it he’s got some big plan brewing, and to pull it off he brings in Mickey Dragon. Mickey was the guy that knocked himself out in his first or second match. Seriously is that the kinda guy you’d trust in a fight. Get all geared up, then he pulls some stupid crap, and takes himself out of the action. But this is Reanius and not Dragon, I don’t think Reanius will be that clumsy. In fact he’ll probably be the toughest of the opponents, and he works that whole mind game thing pretty well. I mean with stalking down the aisle on his entrance trying to portray some kinda animalistic hate and throwing his opponents off with that silly actors mask. No, he’ll be the toughest, and he’ll be the one I’ll go straight after. Head long right into Reanius, and dare him to be the first in the GIW to beat me.”
(SPARCX flicks his burnt cigarette out into the darkness, takes another swig of his beer, and turns to his former student.)
Pall; “Sounds like you got a grasp on your match. Now you wanna answer the real question?”
BoolZ; “Love to. What was it?”
Pall; “You know damn well what I was getting at. You really bangin’ Mary-Joanna Roberts before facing Travis Roberts?”
(BoolZ almost loses his cigarette as his lips part with a grin. He catches it, takes a drink of his Red Bull, and simply nods. SPARCX shakes his head as he looks down to the porch.)
Pall; “So tell me about her.”
<<We’re back in Stewart’s apartment. Mary-Joanna still sits on the caramel couch now inhaling a hand rolled delicacy. Stewart walks back into the living room with two short tumbler full of a brown liquid and ice.>>
Stewart; “So he’s such a big part of your plan, why don’t you tell me about him?”
Mary-Joanna; “Who, BoolZ? What’s to tell? He’s simple, he’s in over head, he’s a tool for the TWiSTeD Heiress’s revenge, he’s in over his head, he’s a child playing a game he’s not ready for. He actually believes your office is in Florida, and every week we meet in Florida because you’re afraid to fly. There’s nothing to tell. He’s there, and the best man for his purpose. That purpose off course is to be used, and then thrown away. He doesn’t deserve any more or any less.”
Stewart; “That easy? Is he really that slow? Doesn’t he at least have an inkling?”
Mary-Joanna; “Mary-Jo doubts it. He’s to wrapped up with his turmoil. It’s almost intimidating though. The TWiSTeD Matriarch hasn’t ever been around anyone with that much hate before. Particularly someone that troubled that doesn’t lash out. He’s always just calm. It’s surreal. When Declan forced himself into the match at Horizons BoolZ almost seemed happy. Here that worm Prescott was invading the match, our chance at revenge, and BoolZ was almost happy?”
Stewart; “Wait so this kid will have to beat three people for this plan?”
Mary-Joanna; “It started to look like it, but Prescott lost his power, and was promptly removed from the match. Even that was weird though, because that actually seemed to disturb BoolZ.”
Stewart; “This kid sounds weird, are you sure he’s going to be able to pull out your plan without knowing what exactly he’s doing?”
Mary-Joanna; “Listen to MJ here. He’ll get his part done, and then some. The kid is a predator, but he either doesn’t know it, or he lies to himself. He’s driven by something. The plan was to humiliate and bankrupt Travis, but it seems like he’s moving to destroy Travis. All it’s taking are slight little nudges in the right direction, and this TWiSTeD Handler is steering him right where we need him to go.”
Stewart; “Beautiful.”
(We’re back on the porch. Conni has given up on his chase, SPARCX has a row of empty beer bottles along the ledge, and BoolZ is packing another pack of cigarettes.)
Pall; “Yeah, she sounds beautiful.”
BoolZ; “Oh yeah, and the weirdest thing is. I haven’t been able to chilidog her, yet. I mean I keep trying, but it just doesn’t happen.”
Pall; “Yeah, sounds beautiful. Kid you know damn well that aint what I was asking. You know damn well I know what she looks like. You know damn well women are more holes and tits. Tell me about her. Do you love her?”
(BoolZ, grinning from ear to ear, simply shakes his head.)
BoolZ; “Love her? Fuck no. She’s a parasite. She’s only out for herself, and she can’t be loved until she can love. I doubt that whore has a single genuine emotion left. I mean…”
Pall; “WHY! Then why go though this. You know nailing another guys wife is dirty. Why do it if you don’t love her. What about Maddy?”
(The grin makes a hasty retreat from his lips. Instantly the relaxing feeling of home and belonging flee his body. His body tenses as his defenses rise.)
BoolZ; “I’m not stopping Maddy from doing whatever she…”
Pall; “Oh the fuck you aint, and don’t you dare play up some detached soul bit with me. I know you to fucking well, and I know you know what you’re doing to that girl.”
BoolZ; “Oh this is bullshit. I don’t have to stand here and listen to some lecture from a cripple about morality. CONNI LETS GO!”
(BoolZ calls out to his companion who joyfully rushes to his side. Together they march from the deck into the kitchen, past the family room with last picture of BoolZ, Ash, and Maddy sitting over the fireplace with Ash’s ashes on the mantle, that same hitch in BoolZ’s step roars to the forefront as he almost loses his footing, and they both march to the front door with SPARCX close behind them. BoolZ pulls open the solid Oak door, steps through, and is stopped by Pall’s heavy hand on Randy’s shoulder. BoolZ doesn’t turn around.)
Pall; “Kid I you know what you’re doing, and I know you know it’s wrong, and I know you know you’ll never find your peace this way.”
BoolZ; “What if I told you I might prefer the war?”
Pall; “If that’s what you would say. It’d break my heart.”
{{A young Randy Boolzian and Ashton McCourt sit on the mat of SPARCX’s training ring. The retired wrestler paces back and forth lecturing his students as they both sweat, Ashton listening intently to every word, and Ran zoning off in a chemical induced state.}}
SPARCX; “…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.”
(BoolZ rips his shoulder from his teachers grip, and the scene fades as BoolZ and Conni enter the ‘U-Suk’ mobile. When we come back we’re at the passenger loading area on a Friday morning at L.A.X. We watch as a silver colored BMW pulls up to the Southwest Airlines gate, and Mary-Joanna exits Stewart’s car. She devilishly smiles back to her attorney before he drives off prompting her to enter the airport, and wait for her ride.
In a flash we’re in the ‘U-Suk’ mobile. BoolZ and Conni both quiet with only the whistle of the wind through the cracked window and Seether’s ‘Fake It’ over the radio battling for supremacy. BoolZ seems lost in thought. His eyes heavy, his face long, the cigarette in his hand put out by the wind. We watch as his brows scrunch, and he leans forward to look up through the windshield. We all see a giant CK Jeans billboard with a massive shirtless Alex Kiseragi proudly maintaining his ambiguousness.)
BoolZ: “HAHAHAHAHHA! What a fucking chode!”
(As the time passes we arrive at the passenger loading area of L.A.X. BoolZ pulls the ‘U-Suk’ mobile up to the curb at the Southwest Airlines gate, steps out of the truck, and looks around. Out of no where Mary-Joanna lunges at BoolZ, wraps her arms around him, and places her head on the back on his shoulder.)
Mary-Joanna; “Oh fuck, I missed you!”
(BoolZ struggles until MJ lets her grip loose. BoolZ turns around to face her, and this time catchers her as she leaps into his arms.)
BoolZ; “I thought this week would never end. It was so strange without you.”
(The two kiss deeply, before a security guard reminds them they can’t park there. BoolZ quickly grabs Mary-Joanna’s bags, throws them in the back, and then opens the door pinching her rear as she steps inside. The scene ends as the ‘U-Suk’ mobile drives off.)
The sound of a gruff tar laden cough demands our attention, and as we turn to see the disruption we are greeted by the sight of Randy Boolzian and Pall McCourt standing on an elaborate and massive wooden deck. Both men stand leaning against the handrail, both men a cigarette in their hand, both men their respective favorite beverage in their other hand.
BoolZ swigs from his Red Bull as he shuffles in his Converse All-Stars to free the cuff of his Dickies pants. His ‘Chris Austin Productions’ black t-shirt barely providing enough shelter from the early November night air. SPARCX rests one of his old leather boots on the bottom wrung of the guardrail, his soft aged denim jean pocket bulging with the unmistakable form of a pack of cigarettes and Zippo lighter. SPARCX uses his flannel sleeve to wipe away the remainder of his cough before looking back to boy who grew to be the Red Bull Icon.)
Pall; “So, this is nice.”
BoolZ; “Very. Thanks for inviting me. I can’t tell you the last time I had a meal like that.”
Pall; “Well, Bree and I were thinking we havn’t seen you enough. We figured with you fed not touring all over the country we’d get the chance to catch up a bit more.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, my mom had the same thought.”
Pall; “How’s she doin?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, you know honestly I don’t know.”
Pall; “She’s your mother. How do you not know?”
(Taking a drag from his Marlboro Blend 27, BoolZ looks out at Conni diving into the tomato plants.)
BoolZ; “Well, you know you tried talking me into knocking up Tina, right?”
(The plume of white smoke that entered the world from RBI’s lungs meets the surprised, grinning, expression of SPARCX.)
Pall; “Bullshit! Kinda old for ya, but motherfucker, I’d lay it on her.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, and the Redd would castrate you. Besides, really, I mean my mother tried to get me to knock up her girlfriend. How is that a healthy mother son relationship? I haven’t really talked with her since.”
Pall; “Yeah well, I think ya should have done it, but I guess it just aint right.”
<<His words shift our focus. No longer are well looking out over the vast lawn SPARCX and Redd bled for all those years on the road to secure. The meticulous green grass replaced with shinning white tile. The wall of bushes and trees overcome by the linoleum counter and cash register. The crickets song and dog barking drowned out by the juke box and expected diner chatter.>>
Diner Guest; “No bitch, it just aint right! I don’t want ya’ll diseased hands making me a new omelet, so I can eat what’eva nasty concoction ya’ll cook up for me after my girl done already ate! Just take it back, and take it off the check, bitch! And get rid of these plates, huh!”
<<We pan up from the young man with his shaved head to see the waitress. She stands with disgust in her eyes and shame filling her body. Her pitch black hair pulled tightly into a bun, her magnificent green eyes masked behind a pair of cheap drug store glasses, and her perfect bottom lip trembles with rage or hopelessness. Mary-Joanna slowly reaches out to take the check and the credit card from the young man before storming or slinking back to the counter.>>
Mary-Joanna; “Sure, that wont be a problem, sir.”
Diner Guest; “Damn right it aint no problem, bitch. You don’t want no problem!”
Diner Girl; “Lenny, that’s enough! Every time.”
Diner Guest; “Shut the fuck up Tara!”
<<We follow MJ to the cash register. She punches in some keys, prints a new receipt, and then swipes the card. As the transaction is being processed we watch as she looks around, produced a pencil from her hair, and jots down the credit cards information on a small note pad. The sound of heavy foot steps approaching and the credit slip printing prompts her to quickly tear the sheet of paper and stuff it in her pocket.>>
Mary-Joanna; “Carl, table four is sending back his omelet.”
Carl; “Yeah, I heard. The whole god-damned diner heard MJ. After you finish with them, Liz is gonna finish your tables, and I want to see you in my office.”
Mary-Joanna; “Carl, this isn’t Mary-Joanna’s fault. He’s just some little prick…”
Carl; “Do you want to keep this job or not? There are plenty of waitresses with more experience, and experienced less if you follow, who’d love for this job. And take out that damn bun. Your hair looks much better down.”
<<Her eyes are full of hurt and un-cried tears as she marches to the table, and the scene fades out. When it fades back in Mary-Joanna is seen marching down a posh hallway to a solid Cherry wood door at the end. She knocks, and fixes her tussled appearance while waiting for the answer. After a few seconds a older man with dyed hair opens the door in his silk bath robe.>>
Man; “Mary-Jo? What’s going on?”
Mary-Joanna; “Stewart, MJ just wants to talk about the case.”
Stewart; “Well, you know this has to go under billable hours.”
Mary-Joanna; “You’re the TWiSTeD Whores’ lawyer, Stew. Of course I know you’re charging.”
<<Stewart steps to the side allowing entry to his elegant downtown L.A. apartment, and Mary-Joanna wastes no time sliding in to the less than humble abode.>>
Stewart; “So, you’re meeting this Boosh character again tomorrow right? What’s the plan this week?”
Mary-Joanna; “BoolZ, his name is BoolZ, and the plan is the same as it’s always been. Get him to fall deeper and deeper for ‘his’ TWiSTeD Princess. Get him to do whatever it takes to destroy Travis.”
Stewart; “You know, I’m not still completely sold on this. It’s kind of strange. We could have this suit over within a couple more weeks, why drag it out? Are you that sure it’ll work?”
Mary-Joanna; “Mary-Jo is positive it’ll work. Randy has already lined up how to get that TFC title away from Travis, and it’s not just about money. The Blessed One has to pay for what MJ’s had to endure.”
Stewart; “So that’s it. You’re putting all your hopes on this Randy kid. That’s the plan?”
(Stewart takes a seat on the caramel leather couch next to Mary-Joanna, and his words send us back to the backyard or Pall and Bree McCourt.)
Pall; “That’s it? That’s the plan?”
BoolZ; “What yeah, you asked the plan was, and I told you. Don’t knock it, it’s a good plan.”
Pall; “Good plan? You said win. That’s your plan? Your plan is to win?”
BoolZ; “What you want me to plan to lose?”
Pall; “No, and you know damn well what I mean. But why not play along. How, how do you ‘plan’ to win.”
(SPARCX finishes his beer, dumps the cigarette butt into the empty bottle, and tosses it over the edge. BoolZ does the same with his can of Red Bull.)
BoolZ; “Same way I always do. Go head long into the opposition and beat’em.”
Pall; “That easy?”
BoolZ; “Oh I didn’t say it was going to be easy. I mean it’ll be easier than other matches, but not easy. I mean I’m teaming up with Kiseragi again. It’s hard to complain about teaming up with the Global Champion. Now he’s got it in his head that I don’t like him, but I’m pretty sure that’s just motivation for him. Besides I’m not Brown. I’m not gonna kick him in the head to cost us the match. Neither of us wants to lose, and misguided personal beliefs aside we’re both professional enough to co-exist until the match.”
(Almost choreographed two separate flips of two separate Zippos. A hiss of a bottle being opened. A crack of the aluminum seal of a Red Bull. Two clouds of white smoke. Teacher and student.)
BoolZ; “So then there’s are opponents. I mean Hastings? Seriously? Don’t get me wrong the guy has talent, and he could be as good as he wants to be. The problem is he either doesn’t want to be very good, or he doesn’t want it bad enough. The goofy bastard is more concerned with referees, and fictitious tag teams. I give him, maybe, three years, Calypso will ditch him, and he’ll be just like his partner this week. A goofy washed up never was.
I mean he’s teaming with Mickey B. Badd, for crying out loud. The guys’ big claim to fame was he was almost somebody. Coupled with the fact that his old school slow moves don’t help the fact that he’s old and slow, and there’s no way he keeps pace me and Kiseragi. Then to top it off he goes and apparently pisses off Aragato.
Now Aragato is one of those guys that is just unpleasant to wrestle. I mean I’ve beat him every time we get in the same ring, but I never look forward to the next time we get in the ring. You know that crazy little hermit pulled a Samurai sword out in our last match? A Samurai sword! Now alright it was a hardcore match, but damn. If that kinda behavior was alright, then why doesn’t everyone just bring a gun to their hardcore matches. Seriously his big moves are pulling out a sword and spitting on his opponent. I swear facing him is like getting in the ring with Crouching Dip-Shit Hidden Moron. I almost feel bad for his partner.
This Reanius guy. I mean here he is, probably burnt by acid or just plain ugly enough to have a mask. Or he’s hiding from something. Either way rumor has it he’s got some big plan brewing, and to pull it off he brings in Mickey Dragon. Mickey was the guy that knocked himself out in his first or second match. Seriously is that the kinda guy you’d trust in a fight. Get all geared up, then he pulls some stupid crap, and takes himself out of the action. But this is Reanius and not Dragon, I don’t think Reanius will be that clumsy. In fact he’ll probably be the toughest of the opponents, and he works that whole mind game thing pretty well. I mean with stalking down the aisle on his entrance trying to portray some kinda animalistic hate and throwing his opponents off with that silly actors mask. No, he’ll be the toughest, and he’ll be the one I’ll go straight after. Head long right into Reanius, and dare him to be the first in the GIW to beat me.”
(SPARCX flicks his burnt cigarette out into the darkness, takes another swig of his beer, and turns to his former student.)
Pall; “Sounds like you got a grasp on your match. Now you wanna answer the real question?”
BoolZ; “Love to. What was it?”
Pall; “You know damn well what I was getting at. You really bangin’ Mary-Joanna Roberts before facing Travis Roberts?”
(BoolZ almost loses his cigarette as his lips part with a grin. He catches it, takes a drink of his Red Bull, and simply nods. SPARCX shakes his head as he looks down to the porch.)
Pall; “So tell me about her.”
<<We’re back in Stewart’s apartment. Mary-Joanna still sits on the caramel couch now inhaling a hand rolled delicacy. Stewart walks back into the living room with two short tumbler full of a brown liquid and ice.>>
Stewart; “So he’s such a big part of your plan, why don’t you tell me about him?”
Mary-Joanna; “Who, BoolZ? What’s to tell? He’s simple, he’s in over head, he’s a tool for the TWiSTeD Heiress’s revenge, he’s in over his head, he’s a child playing a game he’s not ready for. He actually believes your office is in Florida, and every week we meet in Florida because you’re afraid to fly. There’s nothing to tell. He’s there, and the best man for his purpose. That purpose off course is to be used, and then thrown away. He doesn’t deserve any more or any less.”
Stewart; “That easy? Is he really that slow? Doesn’t he at least have an inkling?”
Mary-Joanna; “Mary-Jo doubts it. He’s to wrapped up with his turmoil. It’s almost intimidating though. The TWiSTeD Matriarch hasn’t ever been around anyone with that much hate before. Particularly someone that troubled that doesn’t lash out. He’s always just calm. It’s surreal. When Declan forced himself into the match at Horizons BoolZ almost seemed happy. Here that worm Prescott was invading the match, our chance at revenge, and BoolZ was almost happy?”
Stewart; “Wait so this kid will have to beat three people for this plan?”
Mary-Joanna; “It started to look like it, but Prescott lost his power, and was promptly removed from the match. Even that was weird though, because that actually seemed to disturb BoolZ.”
Stewart; “This kid sounds weird, are you sure he’s going to be able to pull out your plan without knowing what exactly he’s doing?”
Mary-Joanna; “Listen to MJ here. He’ll get his part done, and then some. The kid is a predator, but he either doesn’t know it, or he lies to himself. He’s driven by something. The plan was to humiliate and bankrupt Travis, but it seems like he’s moving to destroy Travis. All it’s taking are slight little nudges in the right direction, and this TWiSTeD Handler is steering him right where we need him to go.”
Stewart; “Beautiful.”
(We’re back on the porch. Conni has given up on his chase, SPARCX has a row of empty beer bottles along the ledge, and BoolZ is packing another pack of cigarettes.)
Pall; “Yeah, she sounds beautiful.”
BoolZ; “Oh yeah, and the weirdest thing is. I haven’t been able to chilidog her, yet. I mean I keep trying, but it just doesn’t happen.”
Pall; “Yeah, sounds beautiful. Kid you know damn well that aint what I was asking. You know damn well I know what she looks like. You know damn well women are more holes and tits. Tell me about her. Do you love her?”
(BoolZ, grinning from ear to ear, simply shakes his head.)
BoolZ; “Love her? Fuck no. She’s a parasite. She’s only out for herself, and she can’t be loved until she can love. I doubt that whore has a single genuine emotion left. I mean…”
Pall; “WHY! Then why go though this. You know nailing another guys wife is dirty. Why do it if you don’t love her. What about Maddy?”
(The grin makes a hasty retreat from his lips. Instantly the relaxing feeling of home and belonging flee his body. His body tenses as his defenses rise.)
BoolZ; “I’m not stopping Maddy from doing whatever she…”
Pall; “Oh the fuck you aint, and don’t you dare play up some detached soul bit with me. I know you to fucking well, and I know you know what you’re doing to that girl.”
BoolZ; “Oh this is bullshit. I don’t have to stand here and listen to some lecture from a cripple about morality. CONNI LETS GO!”
(BoolZ calls out to his companion who joyfully rushes to his side. Together they march from the deck into the kitchen, past the family room with last picture of BoolZ, Ash, and Maddy sitting over the fireplace with Ash’s ashes on the mantle, that same hitch in BoolZ’s step roars to the forefront as he almost loses his footing, and they both march to the front door with SPARCX close behind them. BoolZ pulls open the solid Oak door, steps through, and is stopped by Pall’s heavy hand on Randy’s shoulder. BoolZ doesn’t turn around.)
Pall; “Kid I you know what you’re doing, and I know you know it’s wrong, and I know you know you’ll never find your peace this way.”
BoolZ; “What if I told you I might prefer the war?”
Pall; “If that’s what you would say. It’d break my heart.”
{{A young Randy Boolzian and Ashton McCourt sit on the mat of SPARCX’s training ring. The retired wrestler paces back and forth lecturing his students as they both sweat, Ashton listening intently to every word, and Ran zoning off in a chemical induced state.}}
SPARCX; “…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.”
(BoolZ rips his shoulder from his teachers grip, and the scene fades as BoolZ and Conni enter the ‘U-Suk’ mobile. When we come back we’re at the passenger loading area on a Friday morning at L.A.X. We watch as a silver colored BMW pulls up to the Southwest Airlines gate, and Mary-Joanna exits Stewart’s car. She devilishly smiles back to her attorney before he drives off prompting her to enter the airport, and wait for her ride.
In a flash we’re in the ‘U-Suk’ mobile. BoolZ and Conni both quiet with only the whistle of the wind through the cracked window and Seether’s ‘Fake It’ over the radio battling for supremacy. BoolZ seems lost in thought. His eyes heavy, his face long, the cigarette in his hand put out by the wind. We watch as his brows scrunch, and he leans forward to look up through the windshield. We all see a giant CK Jeans billboard with a massive shirtless Alex Kiseragi proudly maintaining his ambiguousness.)
BoolZ: “HAHAHAHAHHA! What a fucking chode!”
(As the time passes we arrive at the passenger loading area of L.A.X. BoolZ pulls the ‘U-Suk’ mobile up to the curb at the Southwest Airlines gate, steps out of the truck, and looks around. Out of no where Mary-Joanna lunges at BoolZ, wraps her arms around him, and places her head on the back on his shoulder.)
Mary-Joanna; “Oh fuck, I missed you!”
(BoolZ struggles until MJ lets her grip loose. BoolZ turns around to face her, and this time catchers her as she leaps into his arms.)
BoolZ; “I thought this week would never end. It was so strange without you.”
(The two kiss deeply, before a security guard reminds them they can’t park there. BoolZ quickly grabs Mary-Joanna’s bags, throws them in the back, and then opens the door pinching her rear as she steps inside. The scene ends as the ‘U-Suk’ mobile drives off.)
