Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:55:42 GMT -5
--FRIDAY MARCH 20TH, 2009 14:29—
(Our scene opens in to what is clearly a hospital room. We pan from the solid light wood colored door with the long vertical window to the bare walls dotted with scenic prints made to calm and sooth the spirit. We continue to the dresser littered with condom trees, cases of Red Bull, and cards decorated by cartoon injured and bandaged wildlife. Further still we survey noting the large pained glass window with the surely burlap curtains drawn shut and failing to keep any of the afternoon sun’s glare from the small television. The sounds of five inch stiletto heels stabbing the linoleum floor draws us back to the doorway as they announce the arrival of Mary-Joanna Roberts.)
MJ; “Well, it is refreshing that perhaps you have taken to the advice of the medical staff and remained put. This could be a great moment of personal growth for you, Randall.”
(We follow her eye line to reveal the rest of the contents of this small bleached out hotel room to see Randy Boolzian laying peacefully in the bed with his arms to his sides and watching the glare on the television. As he turns his head to greet his visitor he simply lifts his arms the three inches that the restraints will allow, and raises an eyebrow.)
MJ; “Oh, well no matter. It is probably for the best anyway. So tell, Mary-Jo, how are you feeling?”
(MJ wastes little time pulling a chair up to the side of Randy’s bed. She reaches into her small fashionable handbag, produces a pack of Marlboro Blend 27s, a lighter, and a can of Red Bull. She packs the cigarettes against her hand as Randy speaks.)
Randy; “MJ, what are you doing here? Came to bask in my torment? Came to say ‘I told you so’? Or did you come to cum? Get the hell outta here!”
(Silently MJ opens the smokes, turns a lucky, then lights the first from the pack leaving the other 19 on the nightstand. She puts the cigarette in Randy’s lips, and opens the Red Bull while he takes a deep drag from the cancer stick. MJ with a smile now takes the cigarette from Randy, puts the can to his lips, and after his first sip replaces the can with the cigarette. She puts the can in his hand, and leaves her over his wrist in a compassionate supportive grip.)
MJ; “Oh come on, Randal. It is tradition. You do remember when you first had the pleasure of gazing upon Mary-Joanna in the flesh. It was San Diego International Airport. You were leaving for London. You had a match against Chinatsu Chen at Distant Whispers. You were so different that day. So full of, well, maybe not so different but you seemed more able to keep control. Then at Horizons, when two days before your big chance you promised the ‘TWiSTeD Heiress’ that you were going to take Travis Roberts to the limit, pin him, embarrass him, but you’d keep that control and not let things get to far out of hand. Remember when MJ came to see you in jail? Two days before Infinity, and Mary-Jo brought you a Red Bull and your smokes? It’s a tradition young Randal.”
(MJ takes the cigarette from Randy’s tightening lips, ashes the smoke, and takes a drag herself before again taking the can of Red Bull from Randy’s white knuckle grip, gives him another sip, and places the can back in his hand. Mary-Jo attempts to Randy his cigarette back, but the two lock eyes, and with a nostril flare a new sense of calm floods over his brow washing down to his feet. The pause from MJ was all the time needed for the Red Bull Icon to respond.)
BoolZ; “Tradition? So what do you need this time? You’ve already tried to use me, you’ve already been found out, you’ve already proven your lack of worth to RBI. I don’t think we need to relive our past. Especially since you’re whore ass was only trying to use me, and I was only trying to whore your ass when we met. As for the ‘promise’ at Horizons? We’ve covered that, and even if you don’t agree I’m still holding to what I said. About Infinity? If I can remember correctly you really only stopped by to ruin my perfectly relaxing mini-vacation. So what it is now? What do you want?”
MJ; “Randy, you are correct. MJ didn’t just stop by to relive the best times of your pathetic little life. In fact the fact of the matter is MJ does need you. She needs you to pull it in, and regain some sort of composer. You are making Mary-Jo’s job increasingly difficult, and with each phone call from a sponsor asking MJ who is BoolZ’s opponent at Affirmative Action, and if BoolZ isn’t going to be in Washington then can they have Gabrielle at an appearance instead. Every one of those calls is just one more nail in your coffin. Now MJ understands, she knows you, well enough to know that you’re going to do whatever you’re going to do, but Mary-Joanna is pleading with you to pull it in. Boss P will not tolerate much more as evident by your current surroundings. That greasy waddler has hopes that this will send you that message. No more backstage attacks, no more…”
BoolZ; “ME? Why am I the one being singled out? Help me out here, wasn’t it AHugAndKis who raised the level of violence? Wasn’t it his circus monkey who attacked me backstage? Wasn’t it…”
MJ; “Kiseragi and Marek are both in title matches, and cannot be punished this close to the pay-per-view which allows Boss P to focus on you while he hears from the higher ups about losing control and spiraling escalation in violence. Please, Mary-Jo is a very busy woman, and must go. But please, you have to, it is in your own best interest, it is for your own good, if you would just please start behaving.”
(She doesn’t wait for a response. Instead she forces the cigarette back into BoolZ’s mouth, stands, and walks out leaving RBI alone in his room. BoolZ watches as she leaves, puffing away at his smoke, and when she’s completely out of the room he raises the can of Red Bull to his lips. For a moment he looks at his hand, now free from the restraint, and then glances back at the doorway as the scene fades out.)
--SUNDAY MARCH 22ND, 2009 DURING AFFIRMATIVE ACTION—
(Our scene reopens to Boss P’s makeshift office in the Verizon Center. Boss P sits perched behind his desk as he and MJ watch the close of the tag team title match. As the bell rings and almost overwhelming sense of dread lifts, and reassured Boss P looks over to MJ who is seen with a distant and worried look.)
Boss P; “WHAT DA FUCK GOT YOU, NIGBITCH? DAT WAS SOME GOOD SHIT, AND ALL FO-A-DEM NIGGAS KEPT SHIT IN LINE.”
MJ; “No, no, that was certainly what the GIW needs. A simply hard fought contest, following the rules, and four highly talented competitors.”
Boss P; “DEN, WHAT DA FUCK AINT YO SMILIN’ FO BITCH!?! MAYBE YOU NEED’EN TO BE MAKIN’ MA SPONSORS SMILE!”
MJ; “Excuss…”
**FUCK THE POLICE AND I SAY IT WITH AUTHORITY**
Boss P; “NIGGERINA, HOLD DAT!”
(Boss P is seen answering his cell phone as MJ turns her attention back to the monitor.)
Boss P; “UH, YEAH DAT JUNKIE NIGGA WORK FO ME…”
(Fully in the scene now MJ can’t help but let a small smile crack across her face.)
Boss P; “WAIT, HOL’UP. WHO DA FUCK IS DIS?... JAPPY EMBASSADOR?... LINCOLN BEDROOM?... WHO’S NIGGA DAUGHTER!?!? WHAT!!!”
(MJ struggles to hide her now full grin as Boss P slams his phone against the far wall and starts to flail his appendages in protest.)
MJ; “Is there a problem?”
Boss P; “PROBLEM! PROBLEM! NOT FO LONG DARE AINT GON BE A PROBLEM! DAT DUMB FUCK MOTHAFUCKIN JUNKIE NIGGA DONE SOMEHOW MADE DA JAPPYNIGGA EMBASSADOR’S BITCH ASS SLUTNIGGERINA MOTHERFUCKIN SHIT ALL UP OVA DAT LINCOLN BEDROOM! I’MA KILL HIM. DAY’S TALKIN’ BOUT NOT LETTIN’ MA MOTHERFUCKING GI MOTHERFUCKING W HOLD MY NEXT SHOW IN DAY’S CUNT-TREE. IMA KILL DAT JUNKIE NIGGA! NO, NO, IMA MAKE HIM WRESTLE MY NEWS MUSCLE AND SHIT. YEAH, AND DEN, IMA MAKE HIM WRESTLE…”
MJ; “Oh, Boss P, please. Mary-Joanna believes your time would be best spent repairing the relationships young Randal has so seemingly severed. Please, allow MJ to handle this BoolZ situation.”
Boss P; “WHAT!?! YEAH, AIGHT! MAYBE’S YOU BE CORRECT, NIGBITCH. ‘SIDES IT HIGH TIME YO START PULLIN’ YO WEIGHT ANYWAY. YOU FIX HIM ‘DOE. YOU FIX HIM UP GOOD!”
MJ; “Oh, Mary-Joanna knows exactly how to get him.”
(Our scene ends as MJ proudly walks from Boss P’s office. Once in the hallway she pulls out her own small cell phone, and hits a few quick buttons.)
MJ; “eDwin… no Mary-Joanna doesn’t care where you are or what you’re doing. Listen, MJ needs you to set up an appointment with Randal early next week. Yes, yes, that’ll be fine.”
(As she continues down the hall, she hangs up with eD, and then types in a new number.)
MJ; “Hello? Yes, is this Tobias? Hello Tobias, this is Mary-Joanna Roberts with the GIW…”
(Our scene fades out as MJ now beaming from ear to ear continues her telephone conversation.)
--TUESDAY MARCH 24TH, 2009 06:20—
(We reopen to the GIW parking lot and a view of Mary-Joanna Roberts standing alone by the rear entrance. After a few seconds off in the distance we can see the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile lumbering through the morning fog. As it nears we can see that it is still missing the windshield, and Randy Boolzian has taken to wearing a pair of mirrored aviator style glasses.
Once the truck is at the back door, Randy opens the driver’s side door cueing the pre-recorded cheers to erupt. Randy steps out of the vehicle, Conni immediately follows, and between drinks of Red Bull and lung fulls of nicotine BoolZ addresses MJ.)
BoolZ; “Aight, well, we’re here. Now what do you want?”
MJ; “Nice glasses.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, they were cheap and keep the wind outta my eyes. Seriously what do you want?”
MJ; “Randal, did you really think there were not going to be any consequences?”
BoolZ; “No, Conni’s right here.”
MJ; “You know exactly what Mary-Jo is talking about. Did you know the next GIW pay-per-view was scheduled to take place in Japan, and due to your actions in the Lincoln bedroom with a certain Japanese Ambassador’s daughter you might have ruined our second overseas show?”
BoolZ; “Wow, I had no idea. And to think all I would have done if allowed into the Verizon Center was put Marek on the shelf. Boss P really screwed the pooch on that one huh?”
MJ; “Someone screwed to ‘pooch’. Walk with Mary-Jo, Randal.”
(The three of them, MJ, BoolZ, and Conni, enter the building as we follow. Once inside they begin weaving their way through the GIW mazelike backstage.)
MJ; “Have you any idea how much trouble you are in?”
BoolZ; “Do I care? Listen, really how much can I be in? Did you see, did you hear the building during Affirmative Action? It was like the fans were holding back that one huge pop for the Red Bull Icon, and then when it didn’t come they just kinda left.”
MJ; “If that’s how you see it, MJ will concede however that the sponsors were less than thrilled. However, like all things time heals. In this case, you have not been in the ring in two weeks already, and are not scheduled this week. Coupled with pretty little Chinatsu lugging around that Tag Team title, and now maybe you are not the commodity that you once were.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, if you say so. One match though, and everyone will be reminded that there’s only one Red Bull Icon.”
MJ; “Exactly, which brings us to your current problem.”
BoolZ; “Let me guess. No one is willing to go through losing to me. No one is willing to run head long into that wall known as RBI’s ability.”
MJ; “Not quite. Randal, Boss P is a very reactionary type of employer. He doesn’t think everything through, much like you. It was all MJ could do not to watch you get shipped overseas to compete for someone else. Mary-Jo reminded Boss P that a ‘talent exchange’ where as may provide a bit of excitement, we had to be careful with whom we allowed to represent the GIW. You were literally this close to wrestling in Uganda this week. You were also this close to being fired, thus no longer representing the GIW. So Mary-Jo then had to remind Boss P how much merchandise you move, and how lucrative the Red Bull endorsement has been.”
BoolZ; “What are you getting at Mary-Ho?”
MJ; “Randal, the hope was your one week suspension last week would open your eyes. Clearly it failed. You have been indefinitely suspended.”
(MJ doesn’t notice the sudden halt in BoolZ’s movement. She doesn’t notice the confidence draining from his face. She doesn’t notice his shoulders beginning to sag. She doesn’t see his jaw slowly drift open from the lack of strength to keep it shut. She does hear the half empty can of Red Bull hit the concrete floor, though. She turns now a few feet away to face Randy Boolzian.)
Randy; “What?”
MJ; “BoolZ, what exactly did you think was going to happen? Did you truly believe the GIW was going to sit by and allow you to wage one war to the next? Attempting to retire Travis Roberts, to weekly attacks on the number one contender, to god knows what you would have done to Marek Diasuke? Something had to be done, BoolZ. Now try to keep up.”
(Randy catches up to MJ leaving his Red Bull spilling on the floor.)
MJ; “Listen, BoolZ, Mary-Joanna is trying to help. The ‘TWiSTeD Princess’ has been doing everything possible, and she has been allowed to keep you on staff. MJ will continue to work to get you reinstated, but for now your days as an in ring competitor may be over.”
Randy; “So what now? What, I hang out and wait? There’s gotta be something I can do.”
MJ; “There is. Where as you are no longer permitted in the ring, you have been reassigned.”
Randy; “Reassigned?”
(They reach one of many unmarked doors in the GIW Arena. MJ breaths deep before pushing the door open revealing just another locker room. The solid wooden bench, the freshly painted blue lockers, the steam bellowing from the showers all indicate that it’s just another locker room. The only thing of any interest is the blonde haired six foot nine near three hundred pound young man standing with a nervous smile having just finished tying a pair of sneakers to his feet.)
MJ; “BoolZ, meet Tobias Erndhart.”
(The young man walks over to MJ, Randy, and Conni with his hand extended and a huge smile plastered across his face. Randy politely shakes the Tobias’ hand.)
MJ; “You are his new manager slash trainer.”
(Randy pulls his hand away as if being electrically shocked.)
Randy; “Excuse me?”
Tobias; “Pleasure to meet you, I’ve seen a lot of your matches.”
MJ; “BoolZ, we have to keep you out there. We have to keep you in the public eye, and you know as well as Mary-Jo that Boss P isn’t just going to let anyone into the building. Now you have a reason. You’re Tobias’s manager slash trainer.”
(Ignoring Tobias Erndhart.)
Randy; “MJ, seriously! Look at his hoss. He’s what like a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier? What am I supposed to teach him? Do you really think I wrestle the same kinda matches as your little project here? What even makes you think I want to train ‘slash’ manage anyone anyway!?!”
(Tobias moves back and forth from a look of gitty anticipation to gritty annoyance as Randy looks from Tobias to MJ and back to Tobias.)
MJ; “Listen, BoolZ this is what it is. Try to have fun with it, and know that it’s only temporary. MJ is working to get you reinstated, but until then you will have to play the cards you’re dealt. Now Mary-Jo has a meeting where she has to try to explain to a few sponsors why you won’t be wrestling. You will have to excuse the ‘TWiSTeD Matriarch’ Tobias listen to Randal, he’s been around for awhile now. We’re counting on your BoolZ, get him ready.”
(MJ quietly leaves the room leaving Randy and Tobias alone for the first time. After a bit of an awkward silence it is Tobias that breaks the ice.)
Tobias; “So what’s first, chief? You gonna show me how to fall on my head and live?”
Randy; “How many matches have you had?”
Tobias; “Oh, this’ll be a first.”
Randy; “Really first match?”
Tobias; “New experience and all, I’m really looking forward to it.”
Randy; “I bet you are.”
Tobias; “So what’s first, bud? Are you going to tell me how to fall off the roof of a Hell in the Cell?”
Randy; “Cardio. MJ’s Pet you’ll need strong cardio if you’re gonna compete in the GIW.”
Tobias; “Oh, yeah, I’m all about cardio, bro. You got a cigarette for me, let’s hit the treadmill!”
Randy; “Nah, dude. Street running’s where it’s at. There’s an AM/PM down the road about three miles. Why don’t you foot it down there, get a four pack of Red Bull, then sprint back. I’ll set up here.”
(You can tell by the look on his face that Tobias wants to say something, but for unknown reasons bites his tongue, and jogs out of the room. The scene fades out as Randy looks down to Conni, and shrugs his shoulders.)
--SUNDAY MARCH 29TH, ONE HOUR BEFORE SENTINEL—
(Our scene reopens to Tobias Erndhart sitting alone in the group dressing room. Again he finishes lacing up his boots before starting a series of stretches focusing mainly on his neck and lower back. After a few seconds the door opens and with Tobias we turn to see Mary-Joanna Roberts enter the room.
Tobias pulls himself up off the bench, extends a hand to MJ, who graciously greets her new employee.)
MJ; “Tobias, how are you feeling tonight?”
Tobias; “Like I’m ready to rip someone’s head off. I revel in the pre-match anticipation.”
MJ; “How is the training with Randal progressing?”
Tobias; “I haven’t seen that burnout since Tuesday, hun. What was that little flip monkey going to show me anyway?”
(Clearly disappointed we can see the wheels starting to spin in MJ’s head.)
MJ; “Where has he been?”
Tobias; “Yeah, don’t know, don’t care. It was just nice to get him out of my way. You know that boy had me run six miles to get him that poison. I don’t know if I can handle this.”
MJ; “Really? MJ doesn’t think she’s paying to know anything. Just follow your instructions. How do you feel? Are you still good to go out there tonight?”
Tobias; “Sugar Tits, Tomorrow’s Main Event is always ready. It’s not like I’ve never been in front of a few hundred people, and kicked ass. I thought that’s why you called me.”
MJ; “It’s a few thousand tonight, every night. Well tens of thousands actually.”
Tobias; “Six is one, half dozens the other. It don’t matter. Especially when you line me up to face some weird ass pedophile claiming to be over a hundred years old. Hell from all I can gather all he does is beat up punks, spy on fifteen year olds, and pester some New Yorker ass bag. I’m going to enjoy stretching him. But it gets better, because he’s not my only opponent, right.
No you all went and gave me the final product of what happens when you’re spied on as a fifteen year old. This Space Cadet kid. Living in a fantasy world with aliens and space ships and all that crap. I’m make that kid realize there’s no need to look to the stars when the worse fate imaginable is staring him right in the face dead center of that ring. No I’m going to break him, and it’s going to be lovely!”
MJ; “No, you’re going to remember what the ‘TWiSTeD Madam’ has laid out for you. You are going to play your part…”
(The door burst open cutting MJ off. We all turn to see Randy Boolzian standing in the doorway with Conni at his side, a Red Bull in his hand, and a cigarette in his lips.)
MJ; “… but we might have to alter our plan tonight.”
Randy; “MJ’s Project, you ready?”
(MJ and Tobias share a long look. The bicker back and forth without saying a word until Tobias exhales heavily, and looks to BoolZ.)
Randy; “MJ’s Pet, I said you ready? We’re about to open the show.”
Tobias; “Yeah, man, I’m ready. Been waiting for this for a long, long, time.”
(Tobias marches from the room with MJ in tow until she stops at BoolZ.)
MJ; “Tobias says he hasn’t seen you in five days, Randal.”
Randy; “It ain’t my fault hoss got lost. Am I reinstated yet?”
MJ; “Talk to Mary-Jo after Tobias wins. Better yet, prey he wins and wins often. And then talk to MJ about getting you reinstated.”
(The scene ends for the final time as MJ now storms off from BoolZ leaving RBI standing in the doorway of the locker room.)
(Our scene opens in to what is clearly a hospital room. We pan from the solid light wood colored door with the long vertical window to the bare walls dotted with scenic prints made to calm and sooth the spirit. We continue to the dresser littered with condom trees, cases of Red Bull, and cards decorated by cartoon injured and bandaged wildlife. Further still we survey noting the large pained glass window with the surely burlap curtains drawn shut and failing to keep any of the afternoon sun’s glare from the small television. The sounds of five inch stiletto heels stabbing the linoleum floor draws us back to the doorway as they announce the arrival of Mary-Joanna Roberts.)
MJ; “Well, it is refreshing that perhaps you have taken to the advice of the medical staff and remained put. This could be a great moment of personal growth for you, Randall.”
(We follow her eye line to reveal the rest of the contents of this small bleached out hotel room to see Randy Boolzian laying peacefully in the bed with his arms to his sides and watching the glare on the television. As he turns his head to greet his visitor he simply lifts his arms the three inches that the restraints will allow, and raises an eyebrow.)
MJ; “Oh, well no matter. It is probably for the best anyway. So tell, Mary-Jo, how are you feeling?”
(MJ wastes little time pulling a chair up to the side of Randy’s bed. She reaches into her small fashionable handbag, produces a pack of Marlboro Blend 27s, a lighter, and a can of Red Bull. She packs the cigarettes against her hand as Randy speaks.)
Randy; “MJ, what are you doing here? Came to bask in my torment? Came to say ‘I told you so’? Or did you come to cum? Get the hell outta here!”
(Silently MJ opens the smokes, turns a lucky, then lights the first from the pack leaving the other 19 on the nightstand. She puts the cigarette in Randy’s lips, and opens the Red Bull while he takes a deep drag from the cancer stick. MJ with a smile now takes the cigarette from Randy, puts the can to his lips, and after his first sip replaces the can with the cigarette. She puts the can in his hand, and leaves her over his wrist in a compassionate supportive grip.)
MJ; “Oh come on, Randal. It is tradition. You do remember when you first had the pleasure of gazing upon Mary-Joanna in the flesh. It was San Diego International Airport. You were leaving for London. You had a match against Chinatsu Chen at Distant Whispers. You were so different that day. So full of, well, maybe not so different but you seemed more able to keep control. Then at Horizons, when two days before your big chance you promised the ‘TWiSTeD Heiress’ that you were going to take Travis Roberts to the limit, pin him, embarrass him, but you’d keep that control and not let things get to far out of hand. Remember when MJ came to see you in jail? Two days before Infinity, and Mary-Jo brought you a Red Bull and your smokes? It’s a tradition young Randal.”
(MJ takes the cigarette from Randy’s tightening lips, ashes the smoke, and takes a drag herself before again taking the can of Red Bull from Randy’s white knuckle grip, gives him another sip, and places the can back in his hand. Mary-Jo attempts to Randy his cigarette back, but the two lock eyes, and with a nostril flare a new sense of calm floods over his brow washing down to his feet. The pause from MJ was all the time needed for the Red Bull Icon to respond.)
BoolZ; “Tradition? So what do you need this time? You’ve already tried to use me, you’ve already been found out, you’ve already proven your lack of worth to RBI. I don’t think we need to relive our past. Especially since you’re whore ass was only trying to use me, and I was only trying to whore your ass when we met. As for the ‘promise’ at Horizons? We’ve covered that, and even if you don’t agree I’m still holding to what I said. About Infinity? If I can remember correctly you really only stopped by to ruin my perfectly relaxing mini-vacation. So what it is now? What do you want?”
MJ; “Randy, you are correct. MJ didn’t just stop by to relive the best times of your pathetic little life. In fact the fact of the matter is MJ does need you. She needs you to pull it in, and regain some sort of composer. You are making Mary-Jo’s job increasingly difficult, and with each phone call from a sponsor asking MJ who is BoolZ’s opponent at Affirmative Action, and if BoolZ isn’t going to be in Washington then can they have Gabrielle at an appearance instead. Every one of those calls is just one more nail in your coffin. Now MJ understands, she knows you, well enough to know that you’re going to do whatever you’re going to do, but Mary-Joanna is pleading with you to pull it in. Boss P will not tolerate much more as evident by your current surroundings. That greasy waddler has hopes that this will send you that message. No more backstage attacks, no more…”
BoolZ; “ME? Why am I the one being singled out? Help me out here, wasn’t it AHugAndKis who raised the level of violence? Wasn’t it his circus monkey who attacked me backstage? Wasn’t it…”
MJ; “Kiseragi and Marek are both in title matches, and cannot be punished this close to the pay-per-view which allows Boss P to focus on you while he hears from the higher ups about losing control and spiraling escalation in violence. Please, Mary-Jo is a very busy woman, and must go. But please, you have to, it is in your own best interest, it is for your own good, if you would just please start behaving.”
(She doesn’t wait for a response. Instead she forces the cigarette back into BoolZ’s mouth, stands, and walks out leaving RBI alone in his room. BoolZ watches as she leaves, puffing away at his smoke, and when she’s completely out of the room he raises the can of Red Bull to his lips. For a moment he looks at his hand, now free from the restraint, and then glances back at the doorway as the scene fades out.)
--SUNDAY MARCH 22ND, 2009 DURING AFFIRMATIVE ACTION—
(Our scene reopens to Boss P’s makeshift office in the Verizon Center. Boss P sits perched behind his desk as he and MJ watch the close of the tag team title match. As the bell rings and almost overwhelming sense of dread lifts, and reassured Boss P looks over to MJ who is seen with a distant and worried look.)
Boss P; “WHAT DA FUCK GOT YOU, NIGBITCH? DAT WAS SOME GOOD SHIT, AND ALL FO-A-DEM NIGGAS KEPT SHIT IN LINE.”
MJ; “No, no, that was certainly what the GIW needs. A simply hard fought contest, following the rules, and four highly talented competitors.”
Boss P; “DEN, WHAT DA FUCK AINT YO SMILIN’ FO BITCH!?! MAYBE YOU NEED’EN TO BE MAKIN’ MA SPONSORS SMILE!”
MJ; “Excuss…”
**FUCK THE POLICE AND I SAY IT WITH AUTHORITY**
Boss P; “NIGGERINA, HOLD DAT!”
(Boss P is seen answering his cell phone as MJ turns her attention back to the monitor.)
Boss P; “UH, YEAH DAT JUNKIE NIGGA WORK FO ME…”
(Fully in the scene now MJ can’t help but let a small smile crack across her face.)
Boss P; “WAIT, HOL’UP. WHO DA FUCK IS DIS?... JAPPY EMBASSADOR?... LINCOLN BEDROOM?... WHO’S NIGGA DAUGHTER!?!? WHAT!!!”
(MJ struggles to hide her now full grin as Boss P slams his phone against the far wall and starts to flail his appendages in protest.)
MJ; “Is there a problem?”
Boss P; “PROBLEM! PROBLEM! NOT FO LONG DARE AINT GON BE A PROBLEM! DAT DUMB FUCK MOTHAFUCKIN JUNKIE NIGGA DONE SOMEHOW MADE DA JAPPYNIGGA EMBASSADOR’S BITCH ASS SLUTNIGGERINA MOTHERFUCKIN SHIT ALL UP OVA DAT LINCOLN BEDROOM! I’MA KILL HIM. DAY’S TALKIN’ BOUT NOT LETTIN’ MA MOTHERFUCKING GI MOTHERFUCKING W HOLD MY NEXT SHOW IN DAY’S CUNT-TREE. IMA KILL DAT JUNKIE NIGGA! NO, NO, IMA MAKE HIM WRESTLE MY NEWS MUSCLE AND SHIT. YEAH, AND DEN, IMA MAKE HIM WRESTLE…”
MJ; “Oh, Boss P, please. Mary-Joanna believes your time would be best spent repairing the relationships young Randal has so seemingly severed. Please, allow MJ to handle this BoolZ situation.”
Boss P; “WHAT!?! YEAH, AIGHT! MAYBE’S YOU BE CORRECT, NIGBITCH. ‘SIDES IT HIGH TIME YO START PULLIN’ YO WEIGHT ANYWAY. YOU FIX HIM ‘DOE. YOU FIX HIM UP GOOD!”
MJ; “Oh, Mary-Joanna knows exactly how to get him.”
(Our scene ends as MJ proudly walks from Boss P’s office. Once in the hallway she pulls out her own small cell phone, and hits a few quick buttons.)
MJ; “eDwin… no Mary-Joanna doesn’t care where you are or what you’re doing. Listen, MJ needs you to set up an appointment with Randal early next week. Yes, yes, that’ll be fine.”
(As she continues down the hall, she hangs up with eD, and then types in a new number.)
MJ; “Hello? Yes, is this Tobias? Hello Tobias, this is Mary-Joanna Roberts with the GIW…”
(Our scene fades out as MJ now beaming from ear to ear continues her telephone conversation.)
--TUESDAY MARCH 24TH, 2009 06:20—
(We reopen to the GIW parking lot and a view of Mary-Joanna Roberts standing alone by the rear entrance. After a few seconds off in the distance we can see the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile lumbering through the morning fog. As it nears we can see that it is still missing the windshield, and Randy Boolzian has taken to wearing a pair of mirrored aviator style glasses.
Once the truck is at the back door, Randy opens the driver’s side door cueing the pre-recorded cheers to erupt. Randy steps out of the vehicle, Conni immediately follows, and between drinks of Red Bull and lung fulls of nicotine BoolZ addresses MJ.)
BoolZ; “Aight, well, we’re here. Now what do you want?”
MJ; “Nice glasses.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, they were cheap and keep the wind outta my eyes. Seriously what do you want?”
MJ; “Randal, did you really think there were not going to be any consequences?”
BoolZ; “No, Conni’s right here.”
MJ; “You know exactly what Mary-Jo is talking about. Did you know the next GIW pay-per-view was scheduled to take place in Japan, and due to your actions in the Lincoln bedroom with a certain Japanese Ambassador’s daughter you might have ruined our second overseas show?”
BoolZ; “Wow, I had no idea. And to think all I would have done if allowed into the Verizon Center was put Marek on the shelf. Boss P really screwed the pooch on that one huh?”
MJ; “Someone screwed to ‘pooch’. Walk with Mary-Jo, Randal.”
(The three of them, MJ, BoolZ, and Conni, enter the building as we follow. Once inside they begin weaving their way through the GIW mazelike backstage.)
MJ; “Have you any idea how much trouble you are in?”
BoolZ; “Do I care? Listen, really how much can I be in? Did you see, did you hear the building during Affirmative Action? It was like the fans were holding back that one huge pop for the Red Bull Icon, and then when it didn’t come they just kinda left.”
MJ; “If that’s how you see it, MJ will concede however that the sponsors were less than thrilled. However, like all things time heals. In this case, you have not been in the ring in two weeks already, and are not scheduled this week. Coupled with pretty little Chinatsu lugging around that Tag Team title, and now maybe you are not the commodity that you once were.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, if you say so. One match though, and everyone will be reminded that there’s only one Red Bull Icon.”
MJ; “Exactly, which brings us to your current problem.”
BoolZ; “Let me guess. No one is willing to go through losing to me. No one is willing to run head long into that wall known as RBI’s ability.”
MJ; “Not quite. Randal, Boss P is a very reactionary type of employer. He doesn’t think everything through, much like you. It was all MJ could do not to watch you get shipped overseas to compete for someone else. Mary-Jo reminded Boss P that a ‘talent exchange’ where as may provide a bit of excitement, we had to be careful with whom we allowed to represent the GIW. You were literally this close to wrestling in Uganda this week. You were also this close to being fired, thus no longer representing the GIW. So Mary-Jo then had to remind Boss P how much merchandise you move, and how lucrative the Red Bull endorsement has been.”
BoolZ; “What are you getting at Mary-Ho?”
MJ; “Randal, the hope was your one week suspension last week would open your eyes. Clearly it failed. You have been indefinitely suspended.”
(MJ doesn’t notice the sudden halt in BoolZ’s movement. She doesn’t notice the confidence draining from his face. She doesn’t notice his shoulders beginning to sag. She doesn’t see his jaw slowly drift open from the lack of strength to keep it shut. She does hear the half empty can of Red Bull hit the concrete floor, though. She turns now a few feet away to face Randy Boolzian.)
Randy; “What?”
MJ; “BoolZ, what exactly did you think was going to happen? Did you truly believe the GIW was going to sit by and allow you to wage one war to the next? Attempting to retire Travis Roberts, to weekly attacks on the number one contender, to god knows what you would have done to Marek Diasuke? Something had to be done, BoolZ. Now try to keep up.”
(Randy catches up to MJ leaving his Red Bull spilling on the floor.)
MJ; “Listen, BoolZ, Mary-Joanna is trying to help. The ‘TWiSTeD Princess’ has been doing everything possible, and she has been allowed to keep you on staff. MJ will continue to work to get you reinstated, but for now your days as an in ring competitor may be over.”
Randy; “So what now? What, I hang out and wait? There’s gotta be something I can do.”
MJ; “There is. Where as you are no longer permitted in the ring, you have been reassigned.”
Randy; “Reassigned?”
(They reach one of many unmarked doors in the GIW Arena. MJ breaths deep before pushing the door open revealing just another locker room. The solid wooden bench, the freshly painted blue lockers, the steam bellowing from the showers all indicate that it’s just another locker room. The only thing of any interest is the blonde haired six foot nine near three hundred pound young man standing with a nervous smile having just finished tying a pair of sneakers to his feet.)
MJ; “BoolZ, meet Tobias Erndhart.”
(The young man walks over to MJ, Randy, and Conni with his hand extended and a huge smile plastered across his face. Randy politely shakes the Tobias’ hand.)
MJ; “You are his new manager slash trainer.”
(Randy pulls his hand away as if being electrically shocked.)
Randy; “Excuse me?”
Tobias; “Pleasure to meet you, I’ve seen a lot of your matches.”
MJ; “BoolZ, we have to keep you out there. We have to keep you in the public eye, and you know as well as Mary-Jo that Boss P isn’t just going to let anyone into the building. Now you have a reason. You’re Tobias’s manager slash trainer.”
(Ignoring Tobias Erndhart.)
Randy; “MJ, seriously! Look at his hoss. He’s what like a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier? What am I supposed to teach him? Do you really think I wrestle the same kinda matches as your little project here? What even makes you think I want to train ‘slash’ manage anyone anyway!?!”
(Tobias moves back and forth from a look of gitty anticipation to gritty annoyance as Randy looks from Tobias to MJ and back to Tobias.)
MJ; “Listen, BoolZ this is what it is. Try to have fun with it, and know that it’s only temporary. MJ is working to get you reinstated, but until then you will have to play the cards you’re dealt. Now Mary-Jo has a meeting where she has to try to explain to a few sponsors why you won’t be wrestling. You will have to excuse the ‘TWiSTeD Matriarch’ Tobias listen to Randal, he’s been around for awhile now. We’re counting on your BoolZ, get him ready.”
(MJ quietly leaves the room leaving Randy and Tobias alone for the first time. After a bit of an awkward silence it is Tobias that breaks the ice.)
Tobias; “So what’s first, chief? You gonna show me how to fall on my head and live?”
Randy; “How many matches have you had?”
Tobias; “Oh, this’ll be a first.”
Randy; “Really first match?”
Tobias; “New experience and all, I’m really looking forward to it.”
Randy; “I bet you are.”
Tobias; “So what’s first, bud? Are you going to tell me how to fall off the roof of a Hell in the Cell?”
Randy; “Cardio. MJ’s Pet you’ll need strong cardio if you’re gonna compete in the GIW.”
Tobias; “Oh, yeah, I’m all about cardio, bro. You got a cigarette for me, let’s hit the treadmill!”
Randy; “Nah, dude. Street running’s where it’s at. There’s an AM/PM down the road about three miles. Why don’t you foot it down there, get a four pack of Red Bull, then sprint back. I’ll set up here.”
(You can tell by the look on his face that Tobias wants to say something, but for unknown reasons bites his tongue, and jogs out of the room. The scene fades out as Randy looks down to Conni, and shrugs his shoulders.)
--SUNDAY MARCH 29TH, ONE HOUR BEFORE SENTINEL—
(Our scene reopens to Tobias Erndhart sitting alone in the group dressing room. Again he finishes lacing up his boots before starting a series of stretches focusing mainly on his neck and lower back. After a few seconds the door opens and with Tobias we turn to see Mary-Joanna Roberts enter the room.
Tobias pulls himself up off the bench, extends a hand to MJ, who graciously greets her new employee.)
MJ; “Tobias, how are you feeling tonight?”
Tobias; “Like I’m ready to rip someone’s head off. I revel in the pre-match anticipation.”
MJ; “How is the training with Randal progressing?”
Tobias; “I haven’t seen that burnout since Tuesday, hun. What was that little flip monkey going to show me anyway?”
(Clearly disappointed we can see the wheels starting to spin in MJ’s head.)
MJ; “Where has he been?”
Tobias; “Yeah, don’t know, don’t care. It was just nice to get him out of my way. You know that boy had me run six miles to get him that poison. I don’t know if I can handle this.”
MJ; “Really? MJ doesn’t think she’s paying to know anything. Just follow your instructions. How do you feel? Are you still good to go out there tonight?”
Tobias; “Sugar Tits, Tomorrow’s Main Event is always ready. It’s not like I’ve never been in front of a few hundred people, and kicked ass. I thought that’s why you called me.”
MJ; “It’s a few thousand tonight, every night. Well tens of thousands actually.”
Tobias; “Six is one, half dozens the other. It don’t matter. Especially when you line me up to face some weird ass pedophile claiming to be over a hundred years old. Hell from all I can gather all he does is beat up punks, spy on fifteen year olds, and pester some New Yorker ass bag. I’m going to enjoy stretching him. But it gets better, because he’s not my only opponent, right.
No you all went and gave me the final product of what happens when you’re spied on as a fifteen year old. This Space Cadet kid. Living in a fantasy world with aliens and space ships and all that crap. I’m make that kid realize there’s no need to look to the stars when the worse fate imaginable is staring him right in the face dead center of that ring. No I’m going to break him, and it’s going to be lovely!”
MJ; “No, you’re going to remember what the ‘TWiSTeD Madam’ has laid out for you. You are going to play your part…”
(The door burst open cutting MJ off. We all turn to see Randy Boolzian standing in the doorway with Conni at his side, a Red Bull in his hand, and a cigarette in his lips.)
MJ; “… but we might have to alter our plan tonight.”
Randy; “MJ’s Project, you ready?”
(MJ and Tobias share a long look. The bicker back and forth without saying a word until Tobias exhales heavily, and looks to BoolZ.)
Randy; “MJ’s Pet, I said you ready? We’re about to open the show.”
Tobias; “Yeah, man, I’m ready. Been waiting for this for a long, long, time.”
(Tobias marches from the room with MJ in tow until she stops at BoolZ.)
MJ; “Tobias says he hasn’t seen you in five days, Randal.”
Randy; “It ain’t my fault hoss got lost. Am I reinstated yet?”
MJ; “Talk to Mary-Jo after Tobias wins. Better yet, prey he wins and wins often. And then talk to MJ about getting you reinstated.”
(The scene ends for the final time as MJ now storms off from BoolZ leaving RBI standing in the doorway of the locker room.)
