Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:53:23 GMT -5
(Our scene opens only minutes after Sentinel in a long narrow hallway that tries to hard to be comforting. The bleached white vinyl tiled floor seemingly stretches for miles as scenic woodland paintings fill the gaps between the light oak finished doorways on both light blue painted walls. There is a smell, intoxicating and revolting, of sterilizer, orange, and death that fill the air. We notice that we are standing in front of the brass covered, no doubt left over from the remodel, elevator when we hear the clicking sounds of high heels mingling with what can only be described as ‘flap flap’ behind us.
*DING*
Before we can turn our attention behind us the elevator opens, and out stumbles a male nurse supporting an orderly. The tallest one, blonde and well built, leans against the only slightly shorter dark haired man with a glasses vacant look in his eyes.)
Blonde Orderly; “Damn, Jason, I’m telling you that was wild MAN!”
Jason; “Joey, they should of had him restrained. C’mon we’ll put you in the locker room. You can sleep off the Morphine in there.”
Joey; “I never seen anyone move like that, hey this is some good stuff. Why didn’t he let us, hey I’m sleepy.”
Jason; “I bet you are, buddy. Fucking wrestlers, and their silly world of make believe. Figure it like it’s his own stupid decision. If he wants to hurt, I say we let him hurt.”
Joey; “Yeah, my hand hurts.”
Jason; “Well you did get that needle jammed in there pretty good. You shouldn’t be feeling it for to much longer though.”
Joey; “Hey, Jay, who names their kid ‘BoolZ’ anyway?”
Jason; “Dumbasses, that’s who.”
(Jason, the shorter dark haired male nurse, labors to assist Joey, the taller blonde orderly, down the hall. As the two slowly make their way away they pass the high heels and flapping feet.
Boss P is seen walking with McZygmunt Cubed, Mary-Joanna, and eD cASe directly behind him. As the think cigar smoke bellows from the beak of the small pudgy flightless bird and envelopes the three associates Boss P breaks the silence.)
Boss P; “DIS IS SOME UM DAT OL’ BULLSHIT RIGHT NE-HEAR! WE GONE BE TAKIN’ ALL KINDA FLAK OVA DIS. ALREADY BITCHES BE BLOWIN’ ME UP BITCHIN’ ‘BOUT LEASHES AN’ CONTRO!”
MJ; “Clearly, however the TWiSTeD Heiress cannot help but ponder whether it is true what they say about ‘bad press’. Certainly tonight’s actions should only serve to increase the buy-rates for Affirmative Action.”
eD; “Uhm, yeah, yes, yes, no most eleven o’clock news broadcasts in the area will be showing the clip of Kiseragi and BoolZ falling three stories, and the GIW server has been down off and on since the spot and the subsequent flooding of the message boards. People are talking.”
Boss P; “NO PEEPZ IS BITCHIN’! BITCHIN’ AT DA BOSS PENGUIN, AN’ SAYIN’ I’S CAN’T KEEP MA GUYS IN LINE! MOTHAFUCKIN’ JUNKIE NIGGA GONE GET DIS BIRD CLIPPED! I’S WANT YOUS TWO TA FIGGA SOM’TIN OUT! HOW TA KEEP DAT CAFFIENE JUNKY UNDA CONTRO!”
MJ; “Boss P, in all fairness it did seem to the TWiSTeD Matriarch that it was Alex Kiseragi whom kicked BoolZ out of that window.”
Boss P; “YEAH, AN’ IT WAS DAT RED BULL NIGGA DAT WOULD’NT GET IN DA RING!”
(The four make their way to the waiting elevator, board, and McZygmunt presses an unseen button. The scene continues as the sliding door shut, and with a slight jerk the lift begins its way to an unnamed floor.)
Boss P; “SO YO’S JOB IS’TA FIGGA OUT SOM’WAY TA KEEP BOOLZ MAKIN’ ME DAT MONEYS WHILE NOT MAKIN’ ME LOOK LIKE’DA SILLY LITTLE PUNK. I’D SHOOT DA FUCKA, BUT TOO MANY PEOPLE’S TUNE IN EVERY WEEK.”
eD; “Maybe we could send him on the road? A talent exchange of sorts. I am certain…”
MJ; “Silence eDwin! Boss Penguin, given the current state of the GIW’s Unified Championship Mary-Jo is absolutely floored at the idea of trying to stifle young Randal’s actions. Allow MJ to point out that the present champion seems more concerned with where he’ll eat or what his rotund new pet will eat than promoting Affirmative Action. Coupled with the glaring fact that my soon to be ex-husbands quote unquote number one contender seems incapable of even winning a match since he stole the Unified Global Title at Infinity, and you have a completely forgettable main event for the next pay-per-view. It appears to MJ that the only reason most would tune in, is to see if Alex Kiseragi actually makes it to Washington or will BoolZ continue to cut his swatch of destruction.”
(eD shut down stood beside his employer while she spoke. It didn’t take long however before now confined within the small metal box he begins to feel the penetrating stare of the almost seven foot Polish bodybuilder standing next to him. eD slowly looks up, straight up, at McZygmunt who is looking straight down to eD. eD quickly adverts his eyes, but cannot resist looking back up at McZygmunt Cubed. When he does McZ Cubed flashes a simpleton’s smile causing eD to again shift his focus in an attempt for refuge. He’s compelled however to return his gave to the massive McZygmunt, who this time lifts a text book sized hand and waves at the small strange creature. eD nudges a little closer to MJ’s leg making sure not to make physical contact as he attempts a nervous swallow and wishes to himself they were only going to the second floor. He looks up at the elevator floor indicator light reading 6, with the next lit bulb behind the 12.)
Boss P; “WAT!?! NIGGETTE PLEASE, KICKY NIGGA HAD DAT MATCH WON! HE WAS ROLLING OVER FOR DA COVA WHEN DEM EMT’S SHOWED UP.”
MJ; “Well, perhaps Mary-Jo has over estimated your knowledge of the sport. Attempting a cover and having a referee count to three after a cover are two completely different things. Much like attempting to climb a sheer wall of a mountain and reaching the top victorious is completely different than attempting to scale that same sheer wall and falling to your death. Without a referee to count the pin, it might as well have never happened as there would be no need to kick out.
Besides, your faith in Kiseragi’s ‘victory’ only serves to further illustrate MJ’s point. If, and it is a rather big if, Alex could have won tonight the simple fact of the matter is all it took was a three story fall through a glass window. It would also highlight the fact that not only would he not be able to go to such lengths at Affirmative Action, but that he would need to nearly commit suicide to finally relieve himself of a simply better competitor.”
Boss P; “WAT’EVA. DA END RESULT IS FAT MODEL NIGGA LOOKIN’ LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TA WIN.”
MJ; “And that in of itself poses an interesting question. How long of a hospital stay is worth looking like one is about to pin Randy Boolzian?”
(Ignoring the conversation eD is deep in panic as McZygmunt slowly bends at the waist to arrive at eye level with the diminutive agent of both Mary-Joanna and Boss P.)
McZygmunt Cubed; “Shoo luuke a cudd-lee.”
(As the elevator finally comes to a rest allowing the large hospital doors to slide open eD almost doesn’t squeeze through as he takes off from a dead stop to full sprint away from McZygmunt Cubed, Mary-Joanna Roberts, and Boss P. The small yellow fur covered scream racing down the hall and past the nurses station raises a great deal of concerned looks, but little action from the people in the hall way.
Mary-Jo exits the elevator just after Boss P and both being followed by McZygmunt, and the now three personalities follow eD at an increasing distance.)
Boss P; “BITCH, I GUESS DAT WOULD BE JUS’ A LITTLE BIT SHORTER DEN BOOLZ’S STAY NOW WOOD’NIT! AND IT DON’T ANSWER WAT WE GONE DO BOUT DAT BOI!”
(Boss P’s normal outburst speech patterns draw much more attention then eD’s panicked egress, particularly from the innocent looking yet worried female college student at the nurses’ station pleading her case. As the three official members of the GIW workforce pass her location we can hear her trump card lie flow on a river of fear laden words.)
Katie; “No, he’s my boyfriend and I’m not leaving!”
Nurse; “Fine honey, suit yourself, but just so you know he’s going to be pretty doped up and isn’t going to…”
Katie; “I don’t care! I’m not leaving!”
Nurse; “Alright, alright. Down the hall and to the left. We’ll see if we can’t bring you a pillow and blanket after rounds.”
Katie; “OK, ok, thank you.”
(We rejoin Boss P and MJ after the brief distraction at the end of the hall as they turn right. From outside the room.)
Boss P; “MOTHERFUCKA!! MOTHER FUCKA MOTHER FUCKIN MOTHER FUCKA!!! WHERE DA MOTHERFUCK IS JUNKIE NIGGA!?!?!”
(Once inside just another hotel room we are greeted by the television set hanging on a support in the top corner of the far wall. The linoleum floors freshly bleached proudly displaying an empty syringe with a bent needle. The bed outfitted with unused restraints and supporting the massive muscular frame of a large chested blonde female nurse.
We know this woman as Vanessa. The giant nurse tasked with keeping BoolZ in the hospital in the days following the Battle Ground pay-per-view. BoolZ knows her as he knows one in three women. She looks up at the strange sight of a penguin launching into a tirade of obscenities standing in front of a woman of classic evil beauty and a man almost matching her build. With an aura of afterglow.)
Vanessa; “I’un jus’unt knew mi’ne z’ittle streusel vould veturn’unt to’sh me.”
Subtitled- I just knew my little streusel would return to me.
Boss P; “ZYGMUNT GET DAT MOTHERFUCKA DOCTOR NIGGA ON DA PHONE! TELL HIM JUNKIE NIGGA DON’T GET IN DAT MOTHERFUCKIN’ RING TIL HE’S CLEARED! DEN GET HOLD OF DAT RENT-A-PIG NIGGA AND TELLS HIM TO FIND DAT MOTHERFUCKA JUNKIE NIGGA!”
MJ; “So this hospital stay wasn’t worth almost looking like Kiseragi almost pinned BoolZ?”
Boss P; “BITCH, FINE. YOU LOVE DAT CAFFIENE NIGGA SO MUCH, HE CAN KEEP HIS LITTLE TEMPER TANTRUM. NEXT WEEK IT BE CIRCUS ANGRY FLIPPY NIGGA AND FAT MODEL KICKY NIGGA AGAINST PISSED OFF DUMB FUCK NIGGA…”
MJ; “A handicap match?”
Boss P; “…AND HIS PARTNER DAT STONED BURNT OUT GANGLE CHAMPION NIGGA!”
MJ; “A three on one handicapped match? This should be a good lead into Affirmative Action. Well played, sir.”
(Our scene fades out as we glance through the doorway into the room across the hall to see Katie seated at the foot of Alex Kiseragi’s hospital bed with a worried look etched into her face.
When the view fades back in we have a full view of where the 'U-Suk' Mobile broke the fall of both Randy Boolzian and Alex Kiseragi. There are only signs however. Broken glass, discarded Red Bull cans, and extinguished cigarette butts. The truck is gone, left behind only a bloody hospital gown and hospital bracelet.)
*DING*
Before we can turn our attention behind us the elevator opens, and out stumbles a male nurse supporting an orderly. The tallest one, blonde and well built, leans against the only slightly shorter dark haired man with a glasses vacant look in his eyes.)
Blonde Orderly; “Damn, Jason, I’m telling you that was wild MAN!”
Jason; “Joey, they should of had him restrained. C’mon we’ll put you in the locker room. You can sleep off the Morphine in there.”
Joey; “I never seen anyone move like that, hey this is some good stuff. Why didn’t he let us, hey I’m sleepy.”
Jason; “I bet you are, buddy. Fucking wrestlers, and their silly world of make believe. Figure it like it’s his own stupid decision. If he wants to hurt, I say we let him hurt.”
Joey; “Yeah, my hand hurts.”
Jason; “Well you did get that needle jammed in there pretty good. You shouldn’t be feeling it for to much longer though.”
Joey; “Hey, Jay, who names their kid ‘BoolZ’ anyway?”
Jason; “Dumbasses, that’s who.”
(Jason, the shorter dark haired male nurse, labors to assist Joey, the taller blonde orderly, down the hall. As the two slowly make their way away they pass the high heels and flapping feet.
Boss P is seen walking with McZygmunt Cubed, Mary-Joanna, and eD cASe directly behind him. As the think cigar smoke bellows from the beak of the small pudgy flightless bird and envelopes the three associates Boss P breaks the silence.)
Boss P; “DIS IS SOME UM DAT OL’ BULLSHIT RIGHT NE-HEAR! WE GONE BE TAKIN’ ALL KINDA FLAK OVA DIS. ALREADY BITCHES BE BLOWIN’ ME UP BITCHIN’ ‘BOUT LEASHES AN’ CONTRO!”
MJ; “Clearly, however the TWiSTeD Heiress cannot help but ponder whether it is true what they say about ‘bad press’. Certainly tonight’s actions should only serve to increase the buy-rates for Affirmative Action.”
eD; “Uhm, yeah, yes, yes, no most eleven o’clock news broadcasts in the area will be showing the clip of Kiseragi and BoolZ falling three stories, and the GIW server has been down off and on since the spot and the subsequent flooding of the message boards. People are talking.”
Boss P; “NO PEEPZ IS BITCHIN’! BITCHIN’ AT DA BOSS PENGUIN, AN’ SAYIN’ I’S CAN’T KEEP MA GUYS IN LINE! MOTHAFUCKIN’ JUNKIE NIGGA GONE GET DIS BIRD CLIPPED! I’S WANT YOUS TWO TA FIGGA SOM’TIN OUT! HOW TA KEEP DAT CAFFIENE JUNKY UNDA CONTRO!”
MJ; “Boss P, in all fairness it did seem to the TWiSTeD Matriarch that it was Alex Kiseragi whom kicked BoolZ out of that window.”
Boss P; “YEAH, AN’ IT WAS DAT RED BULL NIGGA DAT WOULD’NT GET IN DA RING!”
(The four make their way to the waiting elevator, board, and McZygmunt presses an unseen button. The scene continues as the sliding door shut, and with a slight jerk the lift begins its way to an unnamed floor.)
Boss P; “SO YO’S JOB IS’TA FIGGA OUT SOM’WAY TA KEEP BOOLZ MAKIN’ ME DAT MONEYS WHILE NOT MAKIN’ ME LOOK LIKE’DA SILLY LITTLE PUNK. I’D SHOOT DA FUCKA, BUT TOO MANY PEOPLE’S TUNE IN EVERY WEEK.”
eD; “Maybe we could send him on the road? A talent exchange of sorts. I am certain…”
MJ; “Silence eDwin! Boss Penguin, given the current state of the GIW’s Unified Championship Mary-Jo is absolutely floored at the idea of trying to stifle young Randal’s actions. Allow MJ to point out that the present champion seems more concerned with where he’ll eat or what his rotund new pet will eat than promoting Affirmative Action. Coupled with the glaring fact that my soon to be ex-husbands quote unquote number one contender seems incapable of even winning a match since he stole the Unified Global Title at Infinity, and you have a completely forgettable main event for the next pay-per-view. It appears to MJ that the only reason most would tune in, is to see if Alex Kiseragi actually makes it to Washington or will BoolZ continue to cut his swatch of destruction.”
(eD shut down stood beside his employer while she spoke. It didn’t take long however before now confined within the small metal box he begins to feel the penetrating stare of the almost seven foot Polish bodybuilder standing next to him. eD slowly looks up, straight up, at McZygmunt who is looking straight down to eD. eD quickly adverts his eyes, but cannot resist looking back up at McZygmunt Cubed. When he does McZ Cubed flashes a simpleton’s smile causing eD to again shift his focus in an attempt for refuge. He’s compelled however to return his gave to the massive McZygmunt, who this time lifts a text book sized hand and waves at the small strange creature. eD nudges a little closer to MJ’s leg making sure not to make physical contact as he attempts a nervous swallow and wishes to himself they were only going to the second floor. He looks up at the elevator floor indicator light reading 6, with the next lit bulb behind the 12.)
Boss P; “WAT!?! NIGGETTE PLEASE, KICKY NIGGA HAD DAT MATCH WON! HE WAS ROLLING OVER FOR DA COVA WHEN DEM EMT’S SHOWED UP.”
MJ; “Well, perhaps Mary-Jo has over estimated your knowledge of the sport. Attempting a cover and having a referee count to three after a cover are two completely different things. Much like attempting to climb a sheer wall of a mountain and reaching the top victorious is completely different than attempting to scale that same sheer wall and falling to your death. Without a referee to count the pin, it might as well have never happened as there would be no need to kick out.
Besides, your faith in Kiseragi’s ‘victory’ only serves to further illustrate MJ’s point. If, and it is a rather big if, Alex could have won tonight the simple fact of the matter is all it took was a three story fall through a glass window. It would also highlight the fact that not only would he not be able to go to such lengths at Affirmative Action, but that he would need to nearly commit suicide to finally relieve himself of a simply better competitor.”
Boss P; “WAT’EVA. DA END RESULT IS FAT MODEL NIGGA LOOKIN’ LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TA WIN.”
MJ; “And that in of itself poses an interesting question. How long of a hospital stay is worth looking like one is about to pin Randy Boolzian?”
(Ignoring the conversation eD is deep in panic as McZygmunt slowly bends at the waist to arrive at eye level with the diminutive agent of both Mary-Joanna and Boss P.)
McZygmunt Cubed; “Shoo luuke a cudd-lee.”
(As the elevator finally comes to a rest allowing the large hospital doors to slide open eD almost doesn’t squeeze through as he takes off from a dead stop to full sprint away from McZygmunt Cubed, Mary-Joanna Roberts, and Boss P. The small yellow fur covered scream racing down the hall and past the nurses station raises a great deal of concerned looks, but little action from the people in the hall way.
Mary-Jo exits the elevator just after Boss P and both being followed by McZygmunt, and the now three personalities follow eD at an increasing distance.)
Boss P; “BITCH, I GUESS DAT WOULD BE JUS’ A LITTLE BIT SHORTER DEN BOOLZ’S STAY NOW WOOD’NIT! AND IT DON’T ANSWER WAT WE GONE DO BOUT DAT BOI!”
(Boss P’s normal outburst speech patterns draw much more attention then eD’s panicked egress, particularly from the innocent looking yet worried female college student at the nurses’ station pleading her case. As the three official members of the GIW workforce pass her location we can hear her trump card lie flow on a river of fear laden words.)
Katie; “No, he’s my boyfriend and I’m not leaving!”
Nurse; “Fine honey, suit yourself, but just so you know he’s going to be pretty doped up and isn’t going to…”
Katie; “I don’t care! I’m not leaving!”
Nurse; “Alright, alright. Down the hall and to the left. We’ll see if we can’t bring you a pillow and blanket after rounds.”
Katie; “OK, ok, thank you.”
(We rejoin Boss P and MJ after the brief distraction at the end of the hall as they turn right. From outside the room.)
Boss P; “MOTHERFUCKA!! MOTHER FUCKA MOTHER FUCKIN MOTHER FUCKA!!! WHERE DA MOTHERFUCK IS JUNKIE NIGGA!?!?!”
(Once inside just another hotel room we are greeted by the television set hanging on a support in the top corner of the far wall. The linoleum floors freshly bleached proudly displaying an empty syringe with a bent needle. The bed outfitted with unused restraints and supporting the massive muscular frame of a large chested blonde female nurse.
We know this woman as Vanessa. The giant nurse tasked with keeping BoolZ in the hospital in the days following the Battle Ground pay-per-view. BoolZ knows her as he knows one in three women. She looks up at the strange sight of a penguin launching into a tirade of obscenities standing in front of a woman of classic evil beauty and a man almost matching her build. With an aura of afterglow.)
Vanessa; “I’un jus’unt knew mi’ne z’ittle streusel vould veturn’unt to’sh me.”
Subtitled- I just knew my little streusel would return to me.
Boss P; “ZYGMUNT GET DAT MOTHERFUCKA DOCTOR NIGGA ON DA PHONE! TELL HIM JUNKIE NIGGA DON’T GET IN DAT MOTHERFUCKIN’ RING TIL HE’S CLEARED! DEN GET HOLD OF DAT RENT-A-PIG NIGGA AND TELLS HIM TO FIND DAT MOTHERFUCKA JUNKIE NIGGA!”
MJ; “So this hospital stay wasn’t worth almost looking like Kiseragi almost pinned BoolZ?”
Boss P; “BITCH, FINE. YOU LOVE DAT CAFFIENE NIGGA SO MUCH, HE CAN KEEP HIS LITTLE TEMPER TANTRUM. NEXT WEEK IT BE CIRCUS ANGRY FLIPPY NIGGA AND FAT MODEL KICKY NIGGA AGAINST PISSED OFF DUMB FUCK NIGGA…”
MJ; “A handicap match?”
Boss P; “…AND HIS PARTNER DAT STONED BURNT OUT GANGLE CHAMPION NIGGA!”
MJ; “A three on one handicapped match? This should be a good lead into Affirmative Action. Well played, sir.”
(Our scene fades out as we glance through the doorway into the room across the hall to see Katie seated at the foot of Alex Kiseragi’s hospital bed with a worried look etched into her face.
When the view fades back in we have a full view of where the 'U-Suk' Mobile broke the fall of both Randy Boolzian and Alex Kiseragi. There are only signs however. Broken glass, discarded Red Bull cans, and extinguished cigarette butts. The truck is gone, left behind only a bloody hospital gown and hospital bracelet.)
