Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:56:42 GMT -5
(Our scene opens in the mazelike surroundings of the GIW Arena during Sentinel from last weekend. Most are clearly struggling to continue working at their fullest racing the clock to get their assigned tasks completed before required. Pyro technicians hurry to reload their charges, sound guys cue up the next song set to invade the airwaves and announce the next contestant, and vendors strain under the weight of their product as they march out into the stands to re-supply those in attendance with hotdogs, cotton candy, and Red Bull.
In stark contrast to the two hours of ‘go time’ every week that most live for we see BoolZ calmly poke his head out from an unidentified door. He looks to his left before his right, only seeing the unnamed members of the GIW family, he steps back, and motions behind him before stepping clear of the doorway. Almost immediately he’s joined by three college aged young ladies. All wearing the red shameless face mixed with uncertainty that most sluts get while they try to figure out if their latest casual escapade meant more than it did. That or how to look their friends in the eye after baring witness to their more carnal actions.
The three singularly smile back at RBI before proceeding out of his life forever, he hopes, before he himself turns to leave the scene.)
BoolZ; “Get the hell outta here before Bones shows up.”
(As we makes his way through the back of the GIW Arena he reaches into this pocket, and struggles to produce his cigarettes and Zippo. Without breaking stride or consideration for the scene, he takes the three pairs of lacy thongs out freeing the room for his smokes. As he passes a nearby trash can he tosses the undergarments in, and then proceeds to light his Blend 27.
As he continues down the hall way his attention is pulled from the Red Bull vendor a few feet away to a victorious Moss Edwards gazing at his GIW.com Title making his way back from the entrance curtain. Moss looks perplexed or troubled, and doesn’t notice the Red Bull Icon. Instead the Tastemaker simply presses on with the pace of a man who has much to do.
BoolZ watches him leave before continuing himself with a kind of lost no where to be stroll towards the kid with the drink cart.)
BoolZ; “Let me get two cans please.”
(Having his Red Bull BoolZ continues to smoke, and now drink, as he turns a corner towards the dressing rooms. We pick up on the subtle smell of mixed sweat, blood, and drive that lingers in the air like a brick. RBI comes to another corner, turns, and almost instantly locks eyes with Alex Kiseragi. He thinks, maybe hopes.
Alex has nothing in his eyes except sheer unbridled focus as he marches towards BoolZ with Katie in tow. As the Dragon nears it clear to Randy that at least he has Katie’s attention as they share a sheepishly polite smile. Kiseragi makes no form of gesture to his one time adversary, pushes to the ring and away from Boolzian with a purpose.
As soon as it started it ends with AKis turning the corner. Katie looks back ever so briefly, but there are more important things right now as they head for opening bell. Randy finishes his Red Bull, stuffs his cigarette butt into the now empty can, and leaves them onto of a near by waste receptacle.)
Randy; “It’s his fault I’m, ah it doesn’t matter.”
(Randy starts back to wandering towards his destination occasionally looking into the rooms if their doors are open. The images flash before him. Diamond Jack and Gabrielle sitting close deep in some form of important conversation. Chinatsu listening to the insane ramblings of Aragato doing the best she can to keep the madman calm as he lugs around his Tag Team title. Lord-Chief NiggaDon demanding Owen re-read his introduction ‘proper’. And then his own doorway, and Mary-Joanna Roberts clearly of high spirits praising Tobias Erndhart for his first victory.)
Randy; “Damnit.”
MJ; “Aw, Randal! How good did young Tobias look tonight?”
Tobias; “Yeah, I friggin’ killed out there. That was amazing… I never knew how much you could pull from a hot crowd.”
Randy; “He was sloppy, and only got lucky. The same kinda luck being a mini giant grants. And speaking of bad form, what you think ‘cause MJ’s got me babysitting you that you can just steal my moveset?”
(The mood in the room instantly changes from celebration to altercation. Tobias sits on that same couch Quinn sat speechless. His smile gone, replaced with a look of restraint as he stays quite. MJ fights the simple smirk that forces it’s way to her lips.)
Randy; “Mary-Ho, you got me reinstated yet?”
MJ; “Oh, Mary-Jo is working on it Randal but this things will take time. Truthfully however you should be thanking young Tobias. For all accounts your ‘training’ was sub-par, but he pulled it out anyway. Perhaps Mary-Joanna can spin this with Boss P, showing him that you have in fact turned a new leaf, and are willing to be a team player. The TWiSTeD Heiress will need you to actually train Tomorrows Main Event however and actually help him when he asks your advice. You know, to keep up appearances if nothing else.”
Tobias; “Yeah, instead of crying about…”
MJ; “Tobias.”
(Tobias bites his lip with a snarl, but silent as MJ requested. Randy shakes his head, and calls for Conni.)
Randy; “Yeah, fine. I’ll call your pet tomorrow, MJ. Conni come one, let’s go.”
(Conni, Randy’s Red Nosed American Pit-Bull, trots from the corner with the now defunct GIW Hardcore belt in his mouth. Together the two of them walk out of the room leaving Tobias and MJ alone again.)
Tobias; “MJ, I’m not gonna take that bitches attitude. That wasn’t part of the…”
MJ; “Tobias, you will take what ever is necessary to succeed. Remember before we can rebuild we have to demolish. Everything is working perfectly.”
Tobias; “Perfectly? Listen up, I didn’t need that overdone fancy DDT of his. I should have Cataclysmed that boy with the weird hair as soon as he stepped into my ring instead of playing…”
MJ; “Tobias just do as you’re told. Mary-Jo is arranging Moss Edwards to defend against you next week, and you must trust the TWiSTeD Maddam or you will ruin her plans. If you spoil this for MJ, she will not hesitate to… well, let us not go into the gory details.”
Tobias; “Fine, but you had better hold up your end, or I will go into some very, VERY, gory details.”
(The scene fades as Tobias and MJ share a confident look of understanding. Then as the view eclipses to pitch black the still images of a week flash before us. We see Tobias groggy eyed answering his cell phone, awoken from a nights sleep in a five star hotel. We see BoolZ handing the Hardcore belt to Tobias, a confused look on the young students face, and then Conni in full sprint chasing Tobias while he holds the belt. Images of Tobias standing idly by public restrooms, broom and coat closets, and walk in refrigerators. Then Tobias in a beat up old wrestling ring with an unnamed student who has him in a tight head lock and BoolZ in the distance with his mentor Pall ‘SPARCX’ McCourt when the motion returns.)
Student; “Dude, is ya even really trying? You sure you… TAP TAP TAP!!!”
(We didn’t see what had happened as we shifted to BoolZ and SPARCX.)
Randy; “That makes no damn sense. You’re the one that was all about even if it costs your soul…”
SPARCX; “Kid, that’s considering what you’re fighting for is worth fighting for. Sometimes you have to see it just aint worth all the fuss, and just go with the flow. It’s just a move, that didn’t you steal from someone else in the first place.”
Randy; “Yeah, Dimitri Burrman. He was ducking me about a year into my stay in Japan. I stole his move to goad him into facing me, then I beat him with it, and renamed it.”
SPARCX; “So really it aint your move anyway.”
Randy; “It became mine.”
SPARCX; “You took it. Besides, as I understand it him winning is what’s gonna get ya back in the ring right? So get back in the ring, and then take it back.”
Randy; “Yeah, I guess.”
(The still images return of A blonde, a brunette, a red head, a short petite Asian, a round bottomed African American, the Tobias throwing his hands in the air as BoolZ walks away with a Latina. Tobias lifting an ungodly amount of weight while BoolZ smokes and looks through a real estate magazine. BoolZ receiving a small folded piece of paper from Grace Harding, and then handing a Slurpee to her look alike. Eventually Randy and Tobias in the GIW ring mid week, and then RBI, MJ’s Project, and the TWiSTeD Princess in the dressing room when the still turns to motion an hour before Sentinel this week.)
Randy; “… What, no this is ridiculous! Last of a dying breed my ass, I should be putting him out of his misery, not helping that overgrown doof.”
MJ; “Randal, think about it. Mary-Jo is trying everything possible to convince Boss P to reinstate you, and it’s all falling of deaf ears. He wants action not words. Imagine how far doing this for the office will improve your image as a team player. If MJ can bring you into the fold and show that flightless pigeon that he can trust you, why wouldn’t he gleefully accept your return. If you want, truly want, back in the ring Mary-Joanna believes this is the quickest way to make it so.”
(There is silence, and hate, and surrender in the air when Randy speaks.)
Randy; “Fine, but we do it my way.”
MJ; “Of course.”
Tobias; “Yeah, he’ll never forget name after this.”
Randy; “So Edwards tonight? Big match for your second week.”
Tobias; “Yeah. I don’t know what waiting for you to finish with your lady friends or running from your puppy was supposed to teach me, but I got that part down. He shouldn’t be much of a worry.”
Randy; “It’s called patience and being able to go from zero to sixty. Wait for your shot, and then pounce on it. But I don’t know, Edwards is quietly making a name for himself by beating kids in their second match.”
Tobias; “I’m not to worried about it. I’m huge, I’m young, stronger than all get up, and after this week I’m ready to really hurt someone. It’s like I told Travis Roberts, I’m ready to feed someone their kidneys through their nose. Plus that .com title will look so good on me.
It’s like what’s he got? Really? A string of lucky wins or cheated victories? Little artsy butterfly has nothing on Tomorrows Main Event. You can see it in his demeanor. He’s worried, he’s failing, and he doesn’t know how to stop it. He’s gone and cast himself in his very own tragic tale or broken dreams and untapped potential. In fact I’d go so far as to say if he wasn’t facing the Path this week he couldn’t write a better script for some kind of motivational feature film. He’s like the Mighty Ducks, everyone knows they’re just a bunch of losers but they have heart, and that’s enough. Everyone knows he’s a failure, and can’t win a match unless his opponents lose it or he cheats. Eventually he’s got to take that big win and prove to the world that he really is some kind of champion. Problem is SmashMouth isn’t a group of preppy junior high virgins, and he doesn’t have an ace up his sleeve. Tonight’s feature ends his Shakespearean tragedy by giving way to a worthy champion. The Editor Tobias Erndhart!”
Randy; “Dude, Tomorrows Main Event, the Path, SmashMouth, the Editor? Who comes up with your nicknames? Those are lamer than hell, MJ’s Pet.”
(Tobias looks up at his ‘mentor’ and is clearly choosing his next words carefully. That’s all the opening MJ needs.)
MJ; “Tobias don’t listen to Randal. He’s just bitter because his nether regions undoubtedly itch from a sub par conquest.”
Randy; “Still jealous?”
MJ; “Yes Randal, Mary-Jo wishes her womeness itched as well. Why don’t you be a dear and inform Boss P that you’re willing to cooperate. It will have a greater impact coming from you. Seem more voluntary.”
Randy; “What ever, Toby you coming?”
(Before he can answer.)
MJ; “Ah, MJ needs to have a few words with your charge, the Path.”
(With a chuckle and a shake of his head Randy leaves the dressing room. Once the door closes Tobias looks to MJ, but before he can say what’s on his mind.)
MJ; “What has the TWiSTeD Heiress told you! Play your part, and your part doesn’t use ‘The Path’ or ‘Tomorrows Main Event’ anymore! Now, about your match tonight. Here are your instructions…”
(The scene ends as MJ continues to discuss strategy with Tobias.)
In stark contrast to the two hours of ‘go time’ every week that most live for we see BoolZ calmly poke his head out from an unidentified door. He looks to his left before his right, only seeing the unnamed members of the GIW family, he steps back, and motions behind him before stepping clear of the doorway. Almost immediately he’s joined by three college aged young ladies. All wearing the red shameless face mixed with uncertainty that most sluts get while they try to figure out if their latest casual escapade meant more than it did. That or how to look their friends in the eye after baring witness to their more carnal actions.
The three singularly smile back at RBI before proceeding out of his life forever, he hopes, before he himself turns to leave the scene.)
BoolZ; “Get the hell outta here before Bones shows up.”
(As we makes his way through the back of the GIW Arena he reaches into this pocket, and struggles to produce his cigarettes and Zippo. Without breaking stride or consideration for the scene, he takes the three pairs of lacy thongs out freeing the room for his smokes. As he passes a nearby trash can he tosses the undergarments in, and then proceeds to light his Blend 27.
As he continues down the hall way his attention is pulled from the Red Bull vendor a few feet away to a victorious Moss Edwards gazing at his GIW.com Title making his way back from the entrance curtain. Moss looks perplexed or troubled, and doesn’t notice the Red Bull Icon. Instead the Tastemaker simply presses on with the pace of a man who has much to do.
BoolZ watches him leave before continuing himself with a kind of lost no where to be stroll towards the kid with the drink cart.)
BoolZ; “Let me get two cans please.”
(Having his Red Bull BoolZ continues to smoke, and now drink, as he turns a corner towards the dressing rooms. We pick up on the subtle smell of mixed sweat, blood, and drive that lingers in the air like a brick. RBI comes to another corner, turns, and almost instantly locks eyes with Alex Kiseragi. He thinks, maybe hopes.
Alex has nothing in his eyes except sheer unbridled focus as he marches towards BoolZ with Katie in tow. As the Dragon nears it clear to Randy that at least he has Katie’s attention as they share a sheepishly polite smile. Kiseragi makes no form of gesture to his one time adversary, pushes to the ring and away from Boolzian with a purpose.
As soon as it started it ends with AKis turning the corner. Katie looks back ever so briefly, but there are more important things right now as they head for opening bell. Randy finishes his Red Bull, stuffs his cigarette butt into the now empty can, and leaves them onto of a near by waste receptacle.)
Randy; “It’s his fault I’m, ah it doesn’t matter.”
(Randy starts back to wandering towards his destination occasionally looking into the rooms if their doors are open. The images flash before him. Diamond Jack and Gabrielle sitting close deep in some form of important conversation. Chinatsu listening to the insane ramblings of Aragato doing the best she can to keep the madman calm as he lugs around his Tag Team title. Lord-Chief NiggaDon demanding Owen re-read his introduction ‘proper’. And then his own doorway, and Mary-Joanna Roberts clearly of high spirits praising Tobias Erndhart for his first victory.)
Randy; “Damnit.”
MJ; “Aw, Randal! How good did young Tobias look tonight?”
Tobias; “Yeah, I friggin’ killed out there. That was amazing… I never knew how much you could pull from a hot crowd.”
Randy; “He was sloppy, and only got lucky. The same kinda luck being a mini giant grants. And speaking of bad form, what you think ‘cause MJ’s got me babysitting you that you can just steal my moveset?”
(The mood in the room instantly changes from celebration to altercation. Tobias sits on that same couch Quinn sat speechless. His smile gone, replaced with a look of restraint as he stays quite. MJ fights the simple smirk that forces it’s way to her lips.)
Randy; “Mary-Ho, you got me reinstated yet?”
MJ; “Oh, Mary-Jo is working on it Randal but this things will take time. Truthfully however you should be thanking young Tobias. For all accounts your ‘training’ was sub-par, but he pulled it out anyway. Perhaps Mary-Joanna can spin this with Boss P, showing him that you have in fact turned a new leaf, and are willing to be a team player. The TWiSTeD Heiress will need you to actually train Tomorrows Main Event however and actually help him when he asks your advice. You know, to keep up appearances if nothing else.”
Tobias; “Yeah, instead of crying about…”
MJ; “Tobias.”
(Tobias bites his lip with a snarl, but silent as MJ requested. Randy shakes his head, and calls for Conni.)
Randy; “Yeah, fine. I’ll call your pet tomorrow, MJ. Conni come one, let’s go.”
(Conni, Randy’s Red Nosed American Pit-Bull, trots from the corner with the now defunct GIW Hardcore belt in his mouth. Together the two of them walk out of the room leaving Tobias and MJ alone again.)
Tobias; “MJ, I’m not gonna take that bitches attitude. That wasn’t part of the…”
MJ; “Tobias, you will take what ever is necessary to succeed. Remember before we can rebuild we have to demolish. Everything is working perfectly.”
Tobias; “Perfectly? Listen up, I didn’t need that overdone fancy DDT of his. I should have Cataclysmed that boy with the weird hair as soon as he stepped into my ring instead of playing…”
MJ; “Tobias just do as you’re told. Mary-Jo is arranging Moss Edwards to defend against you next week, and you must trust the TWiSTeD Maddam or you will ruin her plans. If you spoil this for MJ, she will not hesitate to… well, let us not go into the gory details.”
Tobias; “Fine, but you had better hold up your end, or I will go into some very, VERY, gory details.”
(The scene fades as Tobias and MJ share a confident look of understanding. Then as the view eclipses to pitch black the still images of a week flash before us. We see Tobias groggy eyed answering his cell phone, awoken from a nights sleep in a five star hotel. We see BoolZ handing the Hardcore belt to Tobias, a confused look on the young students face, and then Conni in full sprint chasing Tobias while he holds the belt. Images of Tobias standing idly by public restrooms, broom and coat closets, and walk in refrigerators. Then Tobias in a beat up old wrestling ring with an unnamed student who has him in a tight head lock and BoolZ in the distance with his mentor Pall ‘SPARCX’ McCourt when the motion returns.)
Student; “Dude, is ya even really trying? You sure you… TAP TAP TAP!!!”
(We didn’t see what had happened as we shifted to BoolZ and SPARCX.)
Randy; “That makes no damn sense. You’re the one that was all about even if it costs your soul…”
SPARCX; “Kid, that’s considering what you’re fighting for is worth fighting for. Sometimes you have to see it just aint worth all the fuss, and just go with the flow. It’s just a move, that didn’t you steal from someone else in the first place.”
Randy; “Yeah, Dimitri Burrman. He was ducking me about a year into my stay in Japan. I stole his move to goad him into facing me, then I beat him with it, and renamed it.”
SPARCX; “So really it aint your move anyway.”
Randy; “It became mine.”
SPARCX; “You took it. Besides, as I understand it him winning is what’s gonna get ya back in the ring right? So get back in the ring, and then take it back.”
Randy; “Yeah, I guess.”
(The still images return of A blonde, a brunette, a red head, a short petite Asian, a round bottomed African American, the Tobias throwing his hands in the air as BoolZ walks away with a Latina. Tobias lifting an ungodly amount of weight while BoolZ smokes and looks through a real estate magazine. BoolZ receiving a small folded piece of paper from Grace Harding, and then handing a Slurpee to her look alike. Eventually Randy and Tobias in the GIW ring mid week, and then RBI, MJ’s Project, and the TWiSTeD Princess in the dressing room when the still turns to motion an hour before Sentinel this week.)
Randy; “… What, no this is ridiculous! Last of a dying breed my ass, I should be putting him out of his misery, not helping that overgrown doof.”
MJ; “Randal, think about it. Mary-Jo is trying everything possible to convince Boss P to reinstate you, and it’s all falling of deaf ears. He wants action not words. Imagine how far doing this for the office will improve your image as a team player. If MJ can bring you into the fold and show that flightless pigeon that he can trust you, why wouldn’t he gleefully accept your return. If you want, truly want, back in the ring Mary-Joanna believes this is the quickest way to make it so.”
(There is silence, and hate, and surrender in the air when Randy speaks.)
Randy; “Fine, but we do it my way.”
MJ; “Of course.”
Tobias; “Yeah, he’ll never forget name after this.”
Randy; “So Edwards tonight? Big match for your second week.”
Tobias; “Yeah. I don’t know what waiting for you to finish with your lady friends or running from your puppy was supposed to teach me, but I got that part down. He shouldn’t be much of a worry.”
Randy; “It’s called patience and being able to go from zero to sixty. Wait for your shot, and then pounce on it. But I don’t know, Edwards is quietly making a name for himself by beating kids in their second match.”
Tobias; “I’m not to worried about it. I’m huge, I’m young, stronger than all get up, and after this week I’m ready to really hurt someone. It’s like I told Travis Roberts, I’m ready to feed someone their kidneys through their nose. Plus that .com title will look so good on me.
It’s like what’s he got? Really? A string of lucky wins or cheated victories? Little artsy butterfly has nothing on Tomorrows Main Event. You can see it in his demeanor. He’s worried, he’s failing, and he doesn’t know how to stop it. He’s gone and cast himself in his very own tragic tale or broken dreams and untapped potential. In fact I’d go so far as to say if he wasn’t facing the Path this week he couldn’t write a better script for some kind of motivational feature film. He’s like the Mighty Ducks, everyone knows they’re just a bunch of losers but they have heart, and that’s enough. Everyone knows he’s a failure, and can’t win a match unless his opponents lose it or he cheats. Eventually he’s got to take that big win and prove to the world that he really is some kind of champion. Problem is SmashMouth isn’t a group of preppy junior high virgins, and he doesn’t have an ace up his sleeve. Tonight’s feature ends his Shakespearean tragedy by giving way to a worthy champion. The Editor Tobias Erndhart!”
Randy; “Dude, Tomorrows Main Event, the Path, SmashMouth, the Editor? Who comes up with your nicknames? Those are lamer than hell, MJ’s Pet.”
(Tobias looks up at his ‘mentor’ and is clearly choosing his next words carefully. That’s all the opening MJ needs.)
MJ; “Tobias don’t listen to Randal. He’s just bitter because his nether regions undoubtedly itch from a sub par conquest.”
Randy; “Still jealous?”
MJ; “Yes Randal, Mary-Jo wishes her womeness itched as well. Why don’t you be a dear and inform Boss P that you’re willing to cooperate. It will have a greater impact coming from you. Seem more voluntary.”
Randy; “What ever, Toby you coming?”
(Before he can answer.)
MJ; “Ah, MJ needs to have a few words with your charge, the Path.”
(With a chuckle and a shake of his head Randy leaves the dressing room. Once the door closes Tobias looks to MJ, but before he can say what’s on his mind.)
MJ; “What has the TWiSTeD Heiress told you! Play your part, and your part doesn’t use ‘The Path’ or ‘Tomorrows Main Event’ anymore! Now, about your match tonight. Here are your instructions…”
(The scene ends as MJ continues to discuss strategy with Tobias.)
