Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:57:41 GMT -5
??; “NAH GIT DA MOTHAFUCK OUTTA MA MOTHAFUCKIN’ OFFICE!!”
(Our scene immediately following last weeks Sentinel. The fans have departed. The custodial staff rush to get the arena back to a respectable state before having to be looked at, stared at, by Bones. The television crew is just wrapping up securing their equipment for another week, and locking their precious cables and wires in well beat up rolling cases.
It’s one of these cases parked just outside of the icy realm that is the Office of Boss P. With the outburst the large hardwood industrial strength and well insulated door swings open allowing eD cASe to follow, his other client, Mary-Joanna Roberts as she exits the ice box like office and almost shuts eD in the doorway.
Once outside MJ leans against the camera case and looks down at eD. eD silently almost painfully looks back at MJ. MJ turns her attention to the hallway as eD begins to nervously shuffle his feet under his tiny yellow fur covered frame. As eD’s mouth seemingly hinges open to speak MJ turns to him with a tired look of frustration.)
MJ; “What is on your mind, eDison?”
eD; “Oh, uh, well… I mean why not let Boss P, uh, well punish BoolZ? You had to have known he wouldn’t just do as he was told. I think…”
MJ; “The TWiSTeD Heiress does not pay you to think, but to answer your question. Perhaps Mary-Jo was counting on the fact that Randal wouldn’t just simply walk to the ring, and hand MJ’s can’t be soon enough ex-husband a beating because he was told to. Does that seem at all possible with your seemingly newly discovered powers of reasoning?”
(MJ returns her gaze to the length of the hallway looking away from her manager who shoves his hands in his pockets perhaps hoping to find the courage to delve deeper. Instead all he finds when he pulls his soft plush hands from the wool fabric are the pair of sunglasses he was given at the conclusion of that night. That night where he and Crimson Ghost returned to the ‘Street’.)
eD; “So you were counting on BoolZ to not assist Dredd in the match? Then why push Boss P to allow him to interfere? Ms. Roberts, as your manager I have to advise you of what I think the best course of action is, and in this case it would be allowing Boss P to put BoolZ in that match to be punished before you move on and distance yourself from Randy.”
(MJ turns back to her diminutive agent as a single well rehearsed tear rolls down her left cheek.)
MJ; “Randal will wrestle when MJ says Randal can wrestle. Until then Boss P will just have to wait to ‘punish’ the young man. If he still can when it’s all said and done. Mary-Jo is not done with that Red Bull addled heap of misused potential just yet.”
(eD surprisingly not taken back to the visible sign of emotion from his employer, at first. He pushes on as he fiddles with the sun glasses.)
eD; “MJ, why are you putting yourself in between BoolZ and the boss? I really wish you would stop and consider the future. From a strictly legal stand point gainful employment can’t be good for your upcoming divorce as you have a steady stream on income. You will get a smaller judgment. And then what happens if you put yourself as BoolZ’s shield once to many, and are fired? I’m starting to get a lot of heat from Boss P about you. Think about the future.”
(MJ leans against the camera case seemingly pondering the advice from her agent as a steady torrent of liquefied regret plummets from her eyes.)
MJ; “You don’t think MJ is looking at the future. eDison, I don’t want to be the women known for what Travis says, and worse I don’t want to be the bitch that ruined BoolZ. Before I came into the picture Randal was the untouchable Red Bull Icon. He didn’t care about anything, he just took each day as they came, and he simply thrilled the audience. Never before had I seen someone so able to captivate the audience with only his actions, and I manipulated and twisted him until he was no longer recognizable. I have to fix what I did to him. I have to bring him back.”
(It was a gamble, but odds were in her favor. eD reaches up with his tiny childlike hand to reassure the shoulder of the tortured crying woman before him.)
eD; “Ah, uh, OK. MJ, I’m… ah, I’m sorry. I’ll help however I can.”
MJ; “Please, eDison I just need to be alone. Please, leave me be.”
eD; “OK, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
MJ; “Yes, please.”
(eD leaves the once cold bitch to her solitary self, turning, and putting on his glasses. The normal slightly cartoonish bounce missing from his step.)
MJ; “Oh, and eDison! Do call Gabrielle, The TWiSTeD Princess would like to have lunch with the next Unified Global Champion tomorrow.”
eD; “OK, of course. Two O’Clock?”
MJ; “That will be fine.”
(As eD continues his departure the tears on MJ’s cheeks dry, the rosy overwhelmed blush in her cheeks fade, and the icy stare returns to her cold and calculating eyes. It was a gamble she was sure to win after all the time eD spent with Travis.)
MJ; “eDison, you make it too easy for Mary-Jo.”
~*~*~
Jeremy; “Just cry Maddy, and I’ll stop. You have to learn.”
(The still images of a quiet dinner served cold. A husband returning home drunk and stinking of bar maid. A wife to used to the feelings of abandonment. A clinched fist, a bruised cheek, and a stoic stare into space to her happy place.)
Jeremy; “C’mon bitch, just cry so I know you’ve learned, and then I can stop.”
~*~*~
MJ; “Where’s Randal, Tobias?”
(MJ steps through Tobias’s dressing room next Sunday just before Sentinel is set to begin airing. Tobias stands immediately turning to face his real reason for being in the GIW. He looks upset, frustrated, and annoyed.)
Tobias; “Honestly I hope he’s sucking on a tailpipe. You didn’t tell me he’d be translating for my interview with that Japanese newspaper. I couldn’t begin to tell you what he ‘said’ my answers were, but I got slapped by a five foot nothing skin and bones bitch because I said I’d never been to Tokyo.
This is getting out of hand. How long I’m I supposed to take it on the chin from this asshole. He’s had that mutt of his chase me, he’s had me run errands for him, he tried to make me wash his ‘trophies’, and now he’s attempting to tarnish my good name internationally!
And to make it all worse, I have that old woman slash practice bag costing me titles! Then do I get either a rematch for what should be my .com title, no. Do I get the opportunity to drag that bitch by her hair all over the arena so she can tell people to stay out of my way? NO! What do I get? I get slapped, ignored, and then told to go make sure Donovan Hastings doesn’t make it to No Holds Barred so Dredd has an easy march to the title.
Dredd if he really is as mean and tough as he wants everyone to believe doesn’t need my help. Donovan will probably get abused by his burly men that he insists move his seat, and wont make it anyway. What are we doing her, chicy? I thought you wanted the title off of Roberts, and if that’s true then why dance around the issue. Book Dredd, or Me, or you, or even that bird in a match or handicap match, or special guest referee match, or seriously just don’t book him then strip him for inactivity.
Notice I left BoolZ’s name off that list because you can’t honestly tell me you trust him. You know, I know, I saw it! BoolZ put Roberts on Dredd, and it’s only because Dredd kicked out that that match didn’t end right there. You know BoolZ is playing you, and you’d be better off really suspending that flippy midget.”
MJ; “Are you quite finished Tobias?”
(Nonchalantly MJ saunters across the room, and sits with a royal sense of delicacy.)
MJ; “Honestly, do you really believe yourself capable of questioning the methods MJ has deemed most effective. Young Randal is reacting exactly as Mary-Jo thought he would, and to date everything is falling exactly where we need them to fall. Well everyone but one, Tobias. The TWiSTeD Madam would suggest that you continue to play your part, or your part will be recast.”
Tobias; “Fine. Fine, but don’t think the Path is…”
(The door quickly opens with a pop and a flick, and a puff of white smoke accompanies Randy into the dressing room. The smile quickly falls from his face as he picks up on the atmosphere of the room. It doesn’t last long though, as Tobias quickly takes his leave knocking into Randy on his way out.)
Randy; “What’s his problem?”
MJ; “Oh, Mr. Erndhart is simply upset that he was not granted a return match with Moss Edwards. So, Randal, Tobias was telling me about your interview.”
Randy; “Oh, yeah, thanks for telling me I’d be translating by the way. I thought that cutie was gonna haul off and deck me after I told her Toby thinks all Japanese women are sluts and all Japanese men are needle…”
MJ; “You know that MJ knows that is not what he said.”
Randy; “Alright fine, I was entertaining myself. What do you seriously expect me to do, MJ? I was bored. When am I going to be reinstated?”
(After a brief giggle.)
MJ; “Reinstated? Do you believe failing to properly assist Dredd last week is worth reinstatement? Do you honestly feel standing by and allowing Chassie Fear to cost Tobias the Dot Com Title has earned you reinstatement? Do you, could you possibly, be under the impression that further embarrassing the GIW in the Japanese media is how to get reinstated? Randal, you make Mary-Joanna laugh and she loves you for that. There are consequences for your actions Randal.”
(Randy stands quiet. His face solemn, his stance defeated, and his head hung low.)
Randy; “Then what do I have to do? Give me something. Give me something I can measure, something I can see, or hold. Something real!”
MJ; “Real? Now there is an interesting idea. You want something real to get you back in the ring…”
(MJ politely stands from her seat, and glides across the floor towards the door.)
MJ; “You want something real. Tell MJ, Randal. To get back in the ring, to be reinstated, would you be willing to cry?”
(She doesn’t wait for an answer, and he doesn’t have time to tell her off before she’s already out the door and the scene fades out.)
(Our scene immediately following last weeks Sentinel. The fans have departed. The custodial staff rush to get the arena back to a respectable state before having to be looked at, stared at, by Bones. The television crew is just wrapping up securing their equipment for another week, and locking their precious cables and wires in well beat up rolling cases.
It’s one of these cases parked just outside of the icy realm that is the Office of Boss P. With the outburst the large hardwood industrial strength and well insulated door swings open allowing eD cASe to follow, his other client, Mary-Joanna Roberts as she exits the ice box like office and almost shuts eD in the doorway.
Once outside MJ leans against the camera case and looks down at eD. eD silently almost painfully looks back at MJ. MJ turns her attention to the hallway as eD begins to nervously shuffle his feet under his tiny yellow fur covered frame. As eD’s mouth seemingly hinges open to speak MJ turns to him with a tired look of frustration.)
MJ; “What is on your mind, eDison?”
eD; “Oh, uh, well… I mean why not let Boss P, uh, well punish BoolZ? You had to have known he wouldn’t just do as he was told. I think…”
MJ; “The TWiSTeD Heiress does not pay you to think, but to answer your question. Perhaps Mary-Jo was counting on the fact that Randal wouldn’t just simply walk to the ring, and hand MJ’s can’t be soon enough ex-husband a beating because he was told to. Does that seem at all possible with your seemingly newly discovered powers of reasoning?”
(MJ returns her gaze to the length of the hallway looking away from her manager who shoves his hands in his pockets perhaps hoping to find the courage to delve deeper. Instead all he finds when he pulls his soft plush hands from the wool fabric are the pair of sunglasses he was given at the conclusion of that night. That night where he and Crimson Ghost returned to the ‘Street’.)
eD; “So you were counting on BoolZ to not assist Dredd in the match? Then why push Boss P to allow him to interfere? Ms. Roberts, as your manager I have to advise you of what I think the best course of action is, and in this case it would be allowing Boss P to put BoolZ in that match to be punished before you move on and distance yourself from Randy.”
(MJ turns back to her diminutive agent as a single well rehearsed tear rolls down her left cheek.)
MJ; “Randal will wrestle when MJ says Randal can wrestle. Until then Boss P will just have to wait to ‘punish’ the young man. If he still can when it’s all said and done. Mary-Jo is not done with that Red Bull addled heap of misused potential just yet.”
(eD surprisingly not taken back to the visible sign of emotion from his employer, at first. He pushes on as he fiddles with the sun glasses.)
eD; “MJ, why are you putting yourself in between BoolZ and the boss? I really wish you would stop and consider the future. From a strictly legal stand point gainful employment can’t be good for your upcoming divorce as you have a steady stream on income. You will get a smaller judgment. And then what happens if you put yourself as BoolZ’s shield once to many, and are fired? I’m starting to get a lot of heat from Boss P about you. Think about the future.”
(MJ leans against the camera case seemingly pondering the advice from her agent as a steady torrent of liquefied regret plummets from her eyes.)
MJ; “You don’t think MJ is looking at the future. eDison, I don’t want to be the women known for what Travis says, and worse I don’t want to be the bitch that ruined BoolZ. Before I came into the picture Randal was the untouchable Red Bull Icon. He didn’t care about anything, he just took each day as they came, and he simply thrilled the audience. Never before had I seen someone so able to captivate the audience with only his actions, and I manipulated and twisted him until he was no longer recognizable. I have to fix what I did to him. I have to bring him back.”
(It was a gamble, but odds were in her favor. eD reaches up with his tiny childlike hand to reassure the shoulder of the tortured crying woman before him.)
eD; “Ah, uh, OK. MJ, I’m… ah, I’m sorry. I’ll help however I can.”
MJ; “Please, eDison I just need to be alone. Please, leave me be.”
eD; “OK, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
MJ; “Yes, please.”
(eD leaves the once cold bitch to her solitary self, turning, and putting on his glasses. The normal slightly cartoonish bounce missing from his step.)
MJ; “Oh, and eDison! Do call Gabrielle, The TWiSTeD Princess would like to have lunch with the next Unified Global Champion tomorrow.”
eD; “OK, of course. Two O’Clock?”
MJ; “That will be fine.”
(As eD continues his departure the tears on MJ’s cheeks dry, the rosy overwhelmed blush in her cheeks fade, and the icy stare returns to her cold and calculating eyes. It was a gamble she was sure to win after all the time eD spent with Travis.)
MJ; “eDison, you make it too easy for Mary-Jo.”
~*~*~
Jeremy; “Just cry Maddy, and I’ll stop. You have to learn.”
(The still images of a quiet dinner served cold. A husband returning home drunk and stinking of bar maid. A wife to used to the feelings of abandonment. A clinched fist, a bruised cheek, and a stoic stare into space to her happy place.)
Jeremy; “C’mon bitch, just cry so I know you’ve learned, and then I can stop.”
~*~*~
MJ; “Where’s Randal, Tobias?”
(MJ steps through Tobias’s dressing room next Sunday just before Sentinel is set to begin airing. Tobias stands immediately turning to face his real reason for being in the GIW. He looks upset, frustrated, and annoyed.)
Tobias; “Honestly I hope he’s sucking on a tailpipe. You didn’t tell me he’d be translating for my interview with that Japanese newspaper. I couldn’t begin to tell you what he ‘said’ my answers were, but I got slapped by a five foot nothing skin and bones bitch because I said I’d never been to Tokyo.
This is getting out of hand. How long I’m I supposed to take it on the chin from this asshole. He’s had that mutt of his chase me, he’s had me run errands for him, he tried to make me wash his ‘trophies’, and now he’s attempting to tarnish my good name internationally!
And to make it all worse, I have that old woman slash practice bag costing me titles! Then do I get either a rematch for what should be my .com title, no. Do I get the opportunity to drag that bitch by her hair all over the arena so she can tell people to stay out of my way? NO! What do I get? I get slapped, ignored, and then told to go make sure Donovan Hastings doesn’t make it to No Holds Barred so Dredd has an easy march to the title.
Dredd if he really is as mean and tough as he wants everyone to believe doesn’t need my help. Donovan will probably get abused by his burly men that he insists move his seat, and wont make it anyway. What are we doing her, chicy? I thought you wanted the title off of Roberts, and if that’s true then why dance around the issue. Book Dredd, or Me, or you, or even that bird in a match or handicap match, or special guest referee match, or seriously just don’t book him then strip him for inactivity.
Notice I left BoolZ’s name off that list because you can’t honestly tell me you trust him. You know, I know, I saw it! BoolZ put Roberts on Dredd, and it’s only because Dredd kicked out that that match didn’t end right there. You know BoolZ is playing you, and you’d be better off really suspending that flippy midget.”
MJ; “Are you quite finished Tobias?”
(Nonchalantly MJ saunters across the room, and sits with a royal sense of delicacy.)
MJ; “Honestly, do you really believe yourself capable of questioning the methods MJ has deemed most effective. Young Randal is reacting exactly as Mary-Jo thought he would, and to date everything is falling exactly where we need them to fall. Well everyone but one, Tobias. The TWiSTeD Madam would suggest that you continue to play your part, or your part will be recast.”
Tobias; “Fine. Fine, but don’t think the Path is…”
(The door quickly opens with a pop and a flick, and a puff of white smoke accompanies Randy into the dressing room. The smile quickly falls from his face as he picks up on the atmosphere of the room. It doesn’t last long though, as Tobias quickly takes his leave knocking into Randy on his way out.)
Randy; “What’s his problem?”
MJ; “Oh, Mr. Erndhart is simply upset that he was not granted a return match with Moss Edwards. So, Randal, Tobias was telling me about your interview.”
Randy; “Oh, yeah, thanks for telling me I’d be translating by the way. I thought that cutie was gonna haul off and deck me after I told her Toby thinks all Japanese women are sluts and all Japanese men are needle…”
MJ; “You know that MJ knows that is not what he said.”
Randy; “Alright fine, I was entertaining myself. What do you seriously expect me to do, MJ? I was bored. When am I going to be reinstated?”
(After a brief giggle.)
MJ; “Reinstated? Do you believe failing to properly assist Dredd last week is worth reinstatement? Do you honestly feel standing by and allowing Chassie Fear to cost Tobias the Dot Com Title has earned you reinstatement? Do you, could you possibly, be under the impression that further embarrassing the GIW in the Japanese media is how to get reinstated? Randal, you make Mary-Joanna laugh and she loves you for that. There are consequences for your actions Randal.”
(Randy stands quiet. His face solemn, his stance defeated, and his head hung low.)
Randy; “Then what do I have to do? Give me something. Give me something I can measure, something I can see, or hold. Something real!”
MJ; “Real? Now there is an interesting idea. You want something real to get you back in the ring…”
(MJ politely stands from her seat, and glides across the floor towards the door.)
MJ; “You want something real. Tell MJ, Randal. To get back in the ring, to be reinstated, would you be willing to cry?”
(She doesn’t wait for an answer, and he doesn’t have time to tell her off before she’s already out the door and the scene fades out.)
