Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:19:33 GMT -5
(Our scene opens with the brilliant flash of BoolZ and Mary-Joanna escaping the sight of the thousands in attendance at last weeks Sentinel. The ruckus crown voicing their disapproval is clear as the couple continues down the hallway. Eventually the sounds die down as RBI and the ‘TWiSTeD Heiress’ navigate to his dressing room. She grabs a towel as they pass a janitors cart, and hands it to BoolZ who had been rubbing his eyes the whole time. Without a word he takes the towel, and attempts to wipe the black goop from his face. MJ begins rubbing his chest as they walk.)
BoolZ; “Jesus, what’s in this crap?”
Mary-Joanna; “I’m sure nothing but disappointment, babe.”
BoolZ; “Disappointment?”
Mary-Joanna; “Absolutely. It’s like, I’ve seen a lot of wrestlers. I’ve seen masked wrestler, painted wrestlers, tattooed wrestlers, but never a wrestler who’s greatest weapon is throwing up on people after the match is over. How does that pathetic little critter still pull a check?”
(BoolZ looks at MJ as they enter his dressing room. He allows her to go first, and then follows shaking his head.)
BoolZ; “Don’t be fooled. Aragato is in fact a pathetic little critter, but he’s also a hell of an opponent.”
Mary-Joanna; “This about that little game of slap-ass you told me about earlier?”
BoolZ; “No, this about knowing each time I get in the ring with him it hurts. It’s never easy. He’s just a solid competitor.”
(With a huff she takes the Hardcore title from her shoulder, tosses it towards Conni in the corner, and the puppy instantly begins gnawing on the leather strap. She enters the bathroom for a moment, and reemerges as the water echoes from the shower.)
Mary-Joanna; “I guess you’re right. He did after all manage to somewhat get along with his tag team partner tonight.”
(BoolZ, skin still stained by the Scourge, looks up from his chair after tossing both kick- pads towards his bag.)
BoolZ; “What?”
Mary-Joanna; “Nothing. I’m sorry babe.”
BoolZ; “No, no, what you mean?”
Mary-Joanna; “Well c’mon BoolZy. It’s kinda late in the game to be jeopardizing matches now. You and Travis should have dominated tonight, but instead you went out there before the match, picked a fight, and your bickering almost cost us this match and any kind of edge you had over Kiseragi.”
(MJ realizes part way through her words that it’s to late to change them. She immediately turns her head away from the Red Bull Icon in an attempt to hide her look of shock and concern. BoolZ slowly stands from his seat, and walks towards the shower passing behind his woman.)
BoolZ; “Hmm? Yeah maybe you’re right. I should have just made that ‘TWiSTeD Joke’ wait for his punishment.”
(The look on her face as BoolZ leaves the room is clear. She’s scrambling for her next move. She can’t believe that after all these weeks, she might have just faltered for the first time. She can hear the shower curtain pull back then back in place. Removing her clothes she follows in BoolZ’s steps.)
Mary-Joanna; “You know I’m right. And for your folly I have decided that now I need to punish you, you dirty dirty boy.”
(The scene fades out as again the shower curtain can be heard being pulled back. When the view fades back in we are standing in front of an old worn down middle class house. The years of drunken neglect have taking their toll on the exterior. The years of abuse have forever tainted interior. This house is, and never will be, a home. But it is where Maddy has been staying since her father had finally made the world better with his death.
At the front door, on the porch, we join Maddy standing in the arms of Jeremy. The two giggle as they tease one another. Light playful pokes and tickles and pinches fail to off set the feelings of forsaken hope. As game reaches a lull Maddy pulls away from her coworker and companion for the last week, and turns the door. She unlocks the deadbolt before joyously turning back to Jeremy who had matched her step for step to the door.)
Maddy; “It’s getting late.”
Jeremy; “Yeah, it is. Should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day.”
Maddy; “So, I had a great time tonight.”
Jeremy; “It’s been one for the memory books, huh?”
Maddy; “So, you’re picking up breakfast on your way to the office tomorrow, right?
Jeremy; “Oh yeah, I got breakfast covered.”
Maddy: “Uhm, ok, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”
(She steps inside the foyer, and attempts to shut the door behind her, but a shocked looking Jeremy already has one foot in the entryway. With a coy smile.)
Maddy; “Good night Jeremy.”
Jeremy; “Oh come on, Maddy. This was number three. The guy is supposed to get some action after the third date.”
Maddy; “You wish. No I think you’re gonna have to work a little harder… if you wanna get a little harder.”
(Clearly his smile suggests he’s loving this game.)
Jeremy; “Fine, fourth date than?”
Maddy; “Ehm, maybe. If you’re lucky.”
Jeremy; “Oh I’m hoping to get lucky.”
Maddy; “Good night Jeremy.”
Jeremy; “Then I shall count the seconds until I may gaze upon thy beauty once more my princess.”
(She can’t help but laugh as the silly young man, and quietly find his light hearted humor refreshing.)
Maddy; “Now, peasant be gone from thy sight.”
(The two exchange a brief hint of what’s to come type of kiss before Jeremy turns back to his car with a smile, and Maddy slowly shuts the door relocking the deadbolt. With the clicking of the tumbler in the lock we are instantly shifted to the park on the other side of Oceanside California. It’s still late, it’s still a cold winters night, and the scene is still tainted by the past.
We can feel the acres of damp think grass all around us. We can hear the lonely footsteps traversing the mostly dirt, clay, and gravel walk way. We can smell the pine needles that litter the floor. But we cannot look away from the lone picnic table sitting at the edge of the park nearest the chain link fence. The lonely footsteps, slow but steady, are getting closer, and finally we can’t help but turn to address our visitor as his conversation is only too familiar.)
BoolZ; “This is getting old, Conni. I hope Yasotuki takes my advice, Conni.”
(The GIW Hardcore Champion walks with Conni down the path. The expression on his face alerts to the fact that his head is clearly somewhere else, and cautions that he’s not ready to realize where he is.)
BoolZ; “God, I hope he takes my warning seriously, cause once Yasotuki stops being a paying fan and thinks he can walk on my side of the guardrail is the day I don’t have a choice. Just like Chinatsu, just like Chris, just like DJS like six times I have to beat him. I have to hurt him. We’re too close Conni.”
(With each step the pair matches each others cadence. Side by side, unrealized but feared, they’re all they have.)
BoolZ; “Plus I mean shit, what kinda champion would that make Alex if he let his father fight his battles. I’m not a hundred percent sure what exactly an ‘Honor Duel’ is, but I know if I drop him on his head, Discumboolzalate him, then I win. Hell if I can get it done quick enough, I’ll probably have enough time to put that washed up hippy out of my misery if he starts forgetting about his officiating duties.
Goofy little ‘Kis-Kis’ I pray knows that, and I’m pretty damn sure his papa knows it. I mean really, Yasotuki Kiseragi? He’s the wrong Kiseragi in every essence of word, Conni. He’s not the champ, he’s not in the prime of his life, he’s not anything worth beating besides the fact that he’s my opponent.
I think I might have messed up Conni. I wanted under Alex’s skin. I wanted to throw him off his game. It’s not like I enjoy fighting women and old men. Alex’ll stop him. I mean what kinda son would let his father get in the ring with me. Yeah, Alex’ll stop him, or Roberts will screw the match over, and I won’t actually have to beat him. But what if doesn’t? What if those lunatics in the Revolution just get off on watching me beat senior citizens and little girls? That’s just fuc…”
(One step to many, and with that same hitch in his step that Randy Boolzian always gets when forced to confront his past, RBI passes in front of the sad tormented looking picnic table.
We can only watch as he freezes while Conni tries to pull him further down the path. We can only watch as the memories flood into his mind. We can only watch as painfully he is forced to relive the happiest moments of his life. He can’t help it. He can’t stop the thoughts from overwhelming him. He can’t forget who he was, he can’t forgive who he is, but he can’t forfeit what he needs to be.
Time stands still as we watch the helpless ‘TWiSTeD Protégé’ ignorant to his surrounds, and lost in his guilt. For him time ceases. For Conni excitement is all encompassing. The puppy pulls, and barks, and strains to break into a full run. Only the collar around his neck and the leash in BoolZ’s hand stops him. Then, again, the terrified screams from further down the trail ring out.
This time though the plea for help forces RBI back to present. This time they relieve him of his self imposed torture. For now. We look down the path to witness what is clearly a female silhouette running as fast as she can with her pants down around her knees. Following closely a fat man figure gives an unrelenting chase. Conni’s barks and jerks on his chain do little to encourage BoolZ. The Red Bull Icon simply watches before turning his back, and walking down the path away from the table.)
BoolZ; “Come on Conni. It’s almost over.”
(There’s another loud scream this time muffled and distant. We are suddenly a few blocks from the park, and following Mary-Joanna down a lavish apartment hallway. She stops in front of a solid Cherry door, and without hesitation or pause knocks repeatedly on the door. After a few moments, and a second knock on the door, the portal flings open to reveal her attorney still tying shut his robe.)
Stewart; “What in the… Mary-Joanna, how are you?”
Mary-Joanna; “Mary-Jo needs to talk Stewart.”
Stewart; “Well please come in. You know I’ll have to write this up for billable hours though.”
Mary-Joanna; “MJ will see you get paid.”
(Stewart steps aside allowing entry, and his robe to fall open as she passes by.)
Mary-Joanna; “Not tonight though Stew. We need to discuss the divorce. Has Travis signed the papers yet?”
(With only a slightly more disappointed than confused look Steward shuts the door and his robe. They both enter the living room, and take a seat on his extravagantly expensive couch.)
Stewart; “MJ you know I would have called you if he had. Don’t worry though, he’s been served, another few weeks if he doesn’t sign them, and we can go before the judge. We’ll tell him Travis has failed to dispute your claim, we’ll ask for a judgment as an uncontested divorce, and we will be awarded one half of all marital assets. You shouldn’t be worried about this.”
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah, but what if it doesn’t end the way it should?”
Stewart; “Excuse me?”
Mary-Joanna; “It’s hard to explain. MJ stood beside BoolZ last Saturday and listened to his words. She noticed the subtle little glances from Travis. She watched the match from ringside, she was right there when Travis and BoolZ starting attacking each other. They were supposed to be partners against a common enemy at Horizons, and those two couldn’t help but fight each other.”
(Puzzled Stewart shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.)
Stewart; “MJ, I’m sorry, but it sounds like everything is going as planned. I thought you wanted this BoolZ guy to distract your soon to be ex-husband enough for you to cash in on the settlement. It sounds like its perfect. Not only is he distracted, but we’re getting countless examples of how he puts material possessions like a sink over his wife. This is outstanding for your case.”
Mary-Joanna; “But what if it doesn’t end the way it should?”
Stewart; “See now you have to explain that to me. I thought it was supposed to end with you becoming filthy rich, and back smack dab in the center of what is quickly becoming one of the highest rated shows on television. That’s how it is going to end. Everything is coming along perfectly.”
(MJ huffs and with her hands in her lap leans forward allowing her dark hair to slide over his shoulder and down to her chest.)
Mary-Joanna; “But what if someone gets hurt? Like really hurt.”
Stewart; “Then you get the divorce, and we sue the GIW. You’re not a competitor, no one should be…”
Mary-Joanna; “The ‘TWiSTeD Matriarch’ can take care of herself.”
Stewart; “Then who are you worried about? Not this BoolZ guy I hope. What do you even know about the kid? I really hope you’re not falling for him.”
Mary-Joanna; “Don’t be ridiculous Stewart. He’s a tool, a prop, nothing more, but it’s strange. Mary-Jo figures she knows BoolZ pretty well. Spent a lot of time with him, and knows his habits. What this ‘Red Bull Icon’ is capable of.”
Stewart; “But?”
(Seemingly uncomfortable she shifts and squirms. She raises her shoulders to her ears as if she’s cold, and nervously bites at her lip.)
Mary-Joanna; “The fire in his eyes. The hate that seems to be just under the surface. MJ is pretty sure she knows BoolZ really well, but she doesn’t think she knows Randy at all.”
Stewart; “Hmm, oh fuck, don’t tell me you’re worried about Travis!”
Mary-Joanna; “Mary-Joanna Roberts is worried that this won’t end the way it should! Nothing else!
(After her sudden outburst MJ roars to her feet, and storms out of the palatial apartment slamming the door behind her. The scene ends with Stewart in shock scurrying towards his home office.)
BoolZ; “Jesus, what’s in this crap?”
Mary-Joanna; “I’m sure nothing but disappointment, babe.”
BoolZ; “Disappointment?”
Mary-Joanna; “Absolutely. It’s like, I’ve seen a lot of wrestlers. I’ve seen masked wrestler, painted wrestlers, tattooed wrestlers, but never a wrestler who’s greatest weapon is throwing up on people after the match is over. How does that pathetic little critter still pull a check?”
(BoolZ looks at MJ as they enter his dressing room. He allows her to go first, and then follows shaking his head.)
BoolZ; “Don’t be fooled. Aragato is in fact a pathetic little critter, but he’s also a hell of an opponent.”
Mary-Joanna; “This about that little game of slap-ass you told me about earlier?”
BoolZ; “No, this about knowing each time I get in the ring with him it hurts. It’s never easy. He’s just a solid competitor.”
(With a huff she takes the Hardcore title from her shoulder, tosses it towards Conni in the corner, and the puppy instantly begins gnawing on the leather strap. She enters the bathroom for a moment, and reemerges as the water echoes from the shower.)
Mary-Joanna; “I guess you’re right. He did after all manage to somewhat get along with his tag team partner tonight.”
(BoolZ, skin still stained by the Scourge, looks up from his chair after tossing both kick- pads towards his bag.)
BoolZ; “What?”
Mary-Joanna; “Nothing. I’m sorry babe.”
BoolZ; “No, no, what you mean?”
Mary-Joanna; “Well c’mon BoolZy. It’s kinda late in the game to be jeopardizing matches now. You and Travis should have dominated tonight, but instead you went out there before the match, picked a fight, and your bickering almost cost us this match and any kind of edge you had over Kiseragi.”
(MJ realizes part way through her words that it’s to late to change them. She immediately turns her head away from the Red Bull Icon in an attempt to hide her look of shock and concern. BoolZ slowly stands from his seat, and walks towards the shower passing behind his woman.)
BoolZ; “Hmm? Yeah maybe you’re right. I should have just made that ‘TWiSTeD Joke’ wait for his punishment.”
(The look on her face as BoolZ leaves the room is clear. She’s scrambling for her next move. She can’t believe that after all these weeks, she might have just faltered for the first time. She can hear the shower curtain pull back then back in place. Removing her clothes she follows in BoolZ’s steps.)
Mary-Joanna; “You know I’m right. And for your folly I have decided that now I need to punish you, you dirty dirty boy.”
(The scene fades out as again the shower curtain can be heard being pulled back. When the view fades back in we are standing in front of an old worn down middle class house. The years of drunken neglect have taking their toll on the exterior. The years of abuse have forever tainted interior. This house is, and never will be, a home. But it is where Maddy has been staying since her father had finally made the world better with his death.
At the front door, on the porch, we join Maddy standing in the arms of Jeremy. The two giggle as they tease one another. Light playful pokes and tickles and pinches fail to off set the feelings of forsaken hope. As game reaches a lull Maddy pulls away from her coworker and companion for the last week, and turns the door. She unlocks the deadbolt before joyously turning back to Jeremy who had matched her step for step to the door.)
Maddy; “It’s getting late.”
Jeremy; “Yeah, it is. Should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day.”
Maddy; “So, I had a great time tonight.”
Jeremy; “It’s been one for the memory books, huh?”
Maddy; “So, you’re picking up breakfast on your way to the office tomorrow, right?
Jeremy; “Oh yeah, I got breakfast covered.”
Maddy: “Uhm, ok, so I’ll see you tomorrow.”
(She steps inside the foyer, and attempts to shut the door behind her, but a shocked looking Jeremy already has one foot in the entryway. With a coy smile.)
Maddy; “Good night Jeremy.”
Jeremy; “Oh come on, Maddy. This was number three. The guy is supposed to get some action after the third date.”
Maddy; “You wish. No I think you’re gonna have to work a little harder… if you wanna get a little harder.”
(Clearly his smile suggests he’s loving this game.)
Jeremy; “Fine, fourth date than?”
Maddy; “Ehm, maybe. If you’re lucky.”
Jeremy; “Oh I’m hoping to get lucky.”
Maddy; “Good night Jeremy.”
Jeremy; “Then I shall count the seconds until I may gaze upon thy beauty once more my princess.”
(She can’t help but laugh as the silly young man, and quietly find his light hearted humor refreshing.)
Maddy; “Now, peasant be gone from thy sight.”
(The two exchange a brief hint of what’s to come type of kiss before Jeremy turns back to his car with a smile, and Maddy slowly shuts the door relocking the deadbolt. With the clicking of the tumbler in the lock we are instantly shifted to the park on the other side of Oceanside California. It’s still late, it’s still a cold winters night, and the scene is still tainted by the past.
We can feel the acres of damp think grass all around us. We can hear the lonely footsteps traversing the mostly dirt, clay, and gravel walk way. We can smell the pine needles that litter the floor. But we cannot look away from the lone picnic table sitting at the edge of the park nearest the chain link fence. The lonely footsteps, slow but steady, are getting closer, and finally we can’t help but turn to address our visitor as his conversation is only too familiar.)
BoolZ; “This is getting old, Conni. I hope Yasotuki takes my advice, Conni.”
(The GIW Hardcore Champion walks with Conni down the path. The expression on his face alerts to the fact that his head is clearly somewhere else, and cautions that he’s not ready to realize where he is.)
BoolZ; “God, I hope he takes my warning seriously, cause once Yasotuki stops being a paying fan and thinks he can walk on my side of the guardrail is the day I don’t have a choice. Just like Chinatsu, just like Chris, just like DJS like six times I have to beat him. I have to hurt him. We’re too close Conni.”
(With each step the pair matches each others cadence. Side by side, unrealized but feared, they’re all they have.)
BoolZ; “Plus I mean shit, what kinda champion would that make Alex if he let his father fight his battles. I’m not a hundred percent sure what exactly an ‘Honor Duel’ is, but I know if I drop him on his head, Discumboolzalate him, then I win. Hell if I can get it done quick enough, I’ll probably have enough time to put that washed up hippy out of my misery if he starts forgetting about his officiating duties.
Goofy little ‘Kis-Kis’ I pray knows that, and I’m pretty damn sure his papa knows it. I mean really, Yasotuki Kiseragi? He’s the wrong Kiseragi in every essence of word, Conni. He’s not the champ, he’s not in the prime of his life, he’s not anything worth beating besides the fact that he’s my opponent.
I think I might have messed up Conni. I wanted under Alex’s skin. I wanted to throw him off his game. It’s not like I enjoy fighting women and old men. Alex’ll stop him. I mean what kinda son would let his father get in the ring with me. Yeah, Alex’ll stop him, or Roberts will screw the match over, and I won’t actually have to beat him. But what if doesn’t? What if those lunatics in the Revolution just get off on watching me beat senior citizens and little girls? That’s just fuc…”
(One step to many, and with that same hitch in his step that Randy Boolzian always gets when forced to confront his past, RBI passes in front of the sad tormented looking picnic table.
We can only watch as he freezes while Conni tries to pull him further down the path. We can only watch as the memories flood into his mind. We can only watch as painfully he is forced to relive the happiest moments of his life. He can’t help it. He can’t stop the thoughts from overwhelming him. He can’t forget who he was, he can’t forgive who he is, but he can’t forfeit what he needs to be.
Time stands still as we watch the helpless ‘TWiSTeD Protégé’ ignorant to his surrounds, and lost in his guilt. For him time ceases. For Conni excitement is all encompassing. The puppy pulls, and barks, and strains to break into a full run. Only the collar around his neck and the leash in BoolZ’s hand stops him. Then, again, the terrified screams from further down the trail ring out.
This time though the plea for help forces RBI back to present. This time they relieve him of his self imposed torture. For now. We look down the path to witness what is clearly a female silhouette running as fast as she can with her pants down around her knees. Following closely a fat man figure gives an unrelenting chase. Conni’s barks and jerks on his chain do little to encourage BoolZ. The Red Bull Icon simply watches before turning his back, and walking down the path away from the table.)
BoolZ; “Come on Conni. It’s almost over.”
(There’s another loud scream this time muffled and distant. We are suddenly a few blocks from the park, and following Mary-Joanna down a lavish apartment hallway. She stops in front of a solid Cherry door, and without hesitation or pause knocks repeatedly on the door. After a few moments, and a second knock on the door, the portal flings open to reveal her attorney still tying shut his robe.)
Stewart; “What in the… Mary-Joanna, how are you?”
Mary-Joanna; “Mary-Jo needs to talk Stewart.”
Stewart; “Well please come in. You know I’ll have to write this up for billable hours though.”
Mary-Joanna; “MJ will see you get paid.”
(Stewart steps aside allowing entry, and his robe to fall open as she passes by.)
Mary-Joanna; “Not tonight though Stew. We need to discuss the divorce. Has Travis signed the papers yet?”
(With only a slightly more disappointed than confused look Steward shuts the door and his robe. They both enter the living room, and take a seat on his extravagantly expensive couch.)
Stewart; “MJ you know I would have called you if he had. Don’t worry though, he’s been served, another few weeks if he doesn’t sign them, and we can go before the judge. We’ll tell him Travis has failed to dispute your claim, we’ll ask for a judgment as an uncontested divorce, and we will be awarded one half of all marital assets. You shouldn’t be worried about this.”
Mary-Joanna; “Yeah, but what if it doesn’t end the way it should?”
Stewart; “Excuse me?”
Mary-Joanna; “It’s hard to explain. MJ stood beside BoolZ last Saturday and listened to his words. She noticed the subtle little glances from Travis. She watched the match from ringside, she was right there when Travis and BoolZ starting attacking each other. They were supposed to be partners against a common enemy at Horizons, and those two couldn’t help but fight each other.”
(Puzzled Stewart shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.)
Stewart; “MJ, I’m sorry, but it sounds like everything is going as planned. I thought you wanted this BoolZ guy to distract your soon to be ex-husband enough for you to cash in on the settlement. It sounds like its perfect. Not only is he distracted, but we’re getting countless examples of how he puts material possessions like a sink over his wife. This is outstanding for your case.”
Mary-Joanna; “But what if it doesn’t end the way it should?”
Stewart; “See now you have to explain that to me. I thought it was supposed to end with you becoming filthy rich, and back smack dab in the center of what is quickly becoming one of the highest rated shows on television. That’s how it is going to end. Everything is coming along perfectly.”
(MJ huffs and with her hands in her lap leans forward allowing her dark hair to slide over his shoulder and down to her chest.)
Mary-Joanna; “But what if someone gets hurt? Like really hurt.”
Stewart; “Then you get the divorce, and we sue the GIW. You’re not a competitor, no one should be…”
Mary-Joanna; “The ‘TWiSTeD Matriarch’ can take care of herself.”
Stewart; “Then who are you worried about? Not this BoolZ guy I hope. What do you even know about the kid? I really hope you’re not falling for him.”
Mary-Joanna; “Don’t be ridiculous Stewart. He’s a tool, a prop, nothing more, but it’s strange. Mary-Jo figures she knows BoolZ pretty well. Spent a lot of time with him, and knows his habits. What this ‘Red Bull Icon’ is capable of.”
Stewart; “But?”
(Seemingly uncomfortable she shifts and squirms. She raises her shoulders to her ears as if she’s cold, and nervously bites at her lip.)
Mary-Joanna; “The fire in his eyes. The hate that seems to be just under the surface. MJ is pretty sure she knows BoolZ really well, but she doesn’t think she knows Randy at all.”
Stewart; “Hmm, oh fuck, don’t tell me you’re worried about Travis!”
Mary-Joanna; “Mary-Joanna Roberts is worried that this won’t end the way it should! Nothing else!
(After her sudden outburst MJ roars to her feet, and storms out of the palatial apartment slamming the door behind her. The scene ends with Stewart in shock scurrying towards his home office.)
