Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:59:05 GMT -5
(Our scene opens, again, during last weeks Sentinel in what appears to be a very plush and comfortable office. The mat finish cherry oak cabinets, the vertical lined pattern of the high gloss hard wood floor, and the huge bay window all focus attention directly to the center of the far wall. Everything in the room leads towards Mary-Joanna Roberts sitting at a heavy executive’s desk as she watches the monitor set up on her left with Boss P sitting on her right. The monitor shows Tobias Erndhart storming up the ramp after his count-out victory over Donovan Hastings.)
Boss P; “BUH, DAT DARE FAKE ASS PRETENDA NIGGA JUS’ WALKED OUTTA MA MATCH WIT’ YO BOY! WHERE WAS DAT JUNKIE NIGGA, AN’ WHY DINT HE STOP DAT BITCH ASS FAKE NIGGA!?! YOU SAID HE BE A TEAM PLAYA BITCH, WHAT DA MOTHERFUCK JUS’ HAPPENED? I’MA PUT HIM IN DAT RING ‘GAINST MA MONSTA AND YO POOLBOI NESS WEEK IN DA HANDICAPPIN’ MATCH! YEAH, YO DAT OUTTA TEACH HIM YO DON’T JUS’ LET MOTHERFUCKIN’ BOSS P’S SHOW CRUMPLE!”
(MJ casually turns from the tiny screen to her tiny boss before standing up and walking towards her office door. Before she can exit however she turns back to Boss P.)
MJ; “Boss P, MJ asks that you continue to allow Mary-Jo to be solely responsible for young Randal. The TWiSTeD Heiress understands how it might look on the surface, but Randal is slowly coming around and everything is working out just as Mary-Joanna envisioned. To change our strategy now would only serve to push BoolZ further in the opposite direction, and completely invalidate all MJ has succeeded thus far. Please, it is clear that Boolzian is slowly starting to see the errors of his past, and Mary-Joanna would speculate that at this rate in another three to four weeks Randal will clearly be a god send to the GIW that you have strived to produce. Now is not the time to change our strategy, but to stay the course. Now if you’ll excuse the TWiSTeD Matriarch she must find out exactly what happened out there.”
(Before Boss P can respond MJ has stepped out of her office leaving the penguin in slightly unfamiliar surroundings.)
Boss P; “BITCH WALK ‘WAY FROM DA BOSS!? WHERE BE MA MUSCLE. MAYBE HE CAN EXPLAIN TA DA BOSS WHY QUITTING NIGGAS AND CAMERA SCREWBALL NIGGAS AND PYRO MASK WEARIN’ NIGGAS IS DA G-I-DUBYA DAT I BE STRIVIN’ TO PRODUCE. I’M HOT IN HERE, AND I’M HUNGERY, AND IT BETTA’ BE A BOMB ASS MAINEVENT WIT’ MJ’S GIRLFRIEND OUT DARE OR I’M MAKE HER GIB DAT CONTRACT BACK TA DA DIAMOND NIGGA. AND…”
(Boss P had slowly been waddling towards the door as he rambled to himself, opened the door, and left before we could hear the rest of his verbalized thought process. The screen slowly fades out as the door shuts, and when we come back another door is slowly pushed open just far enough for MJ to poke her head around into the room. As the sound returns we can here Tobias Erndhart’s voice expressing his displeasure over his match, and then a moment of silence as Tobias and Mary-Jo meet eye to eye.)
Tobias; “And what the hell was that! Is this the kinda crap I can expect from the GIW’s big names? Is it just common practice to take your ball and go home when it becomes clear you can’t win? I want Hastings next week, and I’m not slowing down for that match! He’s getting the full ‘Path’ treatment. I am going to show him and all those idiot ‘fans’ just exactly why I am ‘Tomorrow’s Main Event’!”
(Now fully into the room, MJ shuts the door behind her.)
MJ; “No, Tobias you’re not facing Donovan next week. Ezekiel Pax apparently made his return earlier tonight by burning out one of the locker rooms. With all the bad press the GIW has been receiving for excessive violence and minors pretending to be grown ups who fail to realize or grasp the concept of birth control the last thing Global Impact Wrestling needs now is trouble with the fire marshal. You are to punish our little fire fly friend while Dredd takes care of Hastings.”
Tobias; “This is bull crap MJ! They’re making a laughing stock out of me out there. What I’m just supposed to accept that some little bitch can ruin my chance at the dot come title, and my opponents don’t have to stay for the whole match? Jesus, MJ I don’t even have my own music yet! This is not what you promised me.”
MJ; “Mary-Joanna never promised you a thing. What the TWiSTeD Madam said was that you have all the tools, and if you listen to Mary-Jo she can make you the biggest name in the industry. Now Tobias you have to understand that that is a long process. If you were to instantly start main eventing shows you would suffer an extreme backlash from the fans, and be ruined. As it is currently playing out now however you have had exceptional showings against Moss Edwards, and in truth are walking these halls the uncrowned GIW.com Champion. You have also proven that at least one of the potential next number one contenders simply cannot beat you. Next week you will punish Ezekiel for his actions, and gain the claim that you were the first to pin him in singles competition. It is a slow process, but few can doubt your claims if you were to continue on your current path. Just stay the course, and listen to Mary-Joanna.”
(Tobias’s angry exterior begins to soften as MJ speaks, and he clearly becomes more agreeable.)
Tobias; “Yeah, that’s right. I’ve been topping some of the GIW’s best, but that only makes it worse. I’m killing out there, but I’m still looked at as BoolZ’s lackey. Randy Lite was what Moss said. Damnit did you hear those moron fans before ‘Headshots’? As soon as BoolZ’s music hit they were all on their feet, and then they see just me, and boom! Silence. Same as my match with Hastings. That damn Zippo and Red Bull open, but this time nothing. Not for the music, not for me, and then boom! BoolZ steps out and suddenly everyone remembers they’re supposed to cheer. I’m always going to be playing second fiddle to that flippy junkie until I can be myself, and that requires my own music. For crying out loud it seems half the damn roster has two entrance themes like Moss. And like Moss maybe if they had just settled for the one song, and paid more attention to their matches first then their six different music’s for their entrance they would be able to give the ‘Path’ a decent run for his money.”
(MJ clenches her eye brows listening to Tobias ramble on clearly agreeing with some and accepting her confusion to other points of his rambling.)
MJ; “So you want your own music because you think your opponents should focus on their wrestling more?”
Tobias; “Yeah! Something, anything. It’s hard enough having to listen to that jackass about looking at houses or his mutt dog or all his stupid little remarks, but then have thousands of fans look at you as inferior to a man who couldn’t and shouldn’t be allowed to lace my boots is just bull crap. It’s bull crap!”
(As MJ formulates here response the door opens again giving way to Randy Boolzian who calmly enters the locker room with a Red Bull in one hand and a hot dog in the other. Conni jaunts happily behind his master while finishing the second and last chew of his own hot dog. MJ and Tobias both take the pause in conversation to turn to the Red Bull Icon.)
BoolZ; “What?”
MJ; “Do you have anything at all to say about what happened out there?”
BoolZ; “I didn’t know the GIW vendors sold such delicious hot dogs? I mean I’ve had Dodger Dogs, and chili dogs, and Chicago dogs with everything, but damnit this is just bar none simply the best standard hot dog I’ve ever had. Just a little mustard, a tad of ketchup, and it’s phenomenal.”
Tobias; “BULL CRAP!!!”
MJ; “Allow MJ, to rephrase. Do you have anything at all to say about the match out there.”
(BoolZ takes moment to take another bite of his hot dog and a swig of his Red Bull as he ponders the nights happenings while he chews. Seemingly not coming up with anything fast he looks down to Conni for inspiration only to notice his canine eyes locked on the remaining portion of the hot dog. BoolZ holds the hot dog down for his puppy who enthusiastically snatches the frank, and gobbles it down in record time.)
BoolZ; “Oh, yeah that weird little clothesline thing where you put Hastings in the air before the clothesline. Yeah, that was neat. What was that, was that that, uh, road to victory what ever you were talking about?”
Tobias; “PATH! Path to Greatness, damnit. Trash trucks drive on roads legends walk paths.”
BoolZ; “What ever. Either way, it was kinda neat.”
Tobias; “Neat? Let me…”
MJ; “Tobias hun, perhaps you should hop in the shower. You have a big match to get ready for, and means a busy day training this week if we’re to keep you moving in the right direction.”
BoolZ; “HA HA HA, Toby’s got a bed time!”
MJ; “Randal!”
(Tobias takes a long deep breath before exhaling, and walking away. Once he’s out of ear shot MJ turns back to BoolZ with a look of disappointment.)
MJ; “Specifically what do you have to say about the end of tonight’s match. About Hastings walk away. What did he say to you, and what did you say back?”
BoolZ; “Nothing really. He said it should’a been me in the ring, and then asked if I liked the painting. I told him it was really my thing, but didn’t look to bad. Really it is an incredible likeness. And since you brought it up, kinda. Am I reinstated yet?”
MJ; “Are you serious? After allowing Dredd’s No Holds Barred opponent to simply walk away without being softened up by Tobias, Mary-Jo had to explain to Boss P what a mistake it would be to send you to Britain next week for the services of a kid with a comic book geek gimmick. He was on the phone Randal. You have to start taking this more serious.”
(There is an awkward pause as BoolZ looks back down to Conni and shuts his eyes. His arms now hang at his sides a half empty can of Red Bull in one hand and nothing but empty in the other. His shoulders begin to droop as he seemingly loose two inches of height when he exhales before nodding.)
Randy; “Alright, what do want me to do? I mean there’s only so much I can tell this kid but I can’t make people wrestle him. I can’t make people not interfere. I can’t make him something he’s not.”
(Randy opens his now vacant eyes before lifting his head. MJ turns her hunter’s eyes before being noticed.)
MJ; “No, but you can help Tobias to better prepared. He’s facing Ezekiel Pax next week, and he’s never faced someone as quick as Pax before. MJ wants you to spar with Tobias this week. Perhaps it will remind you what we’re fighting for, and provide Tobias some real experience in facing an opponent that much faster than he is. Remember Tobias winning, Tobias becoming the weapon Boss P wants him to be, is what will eventually get you back in that ring so remember it’s sparring. Keep him healthy!”
Randy; “Alright.”
(The scene fades out as Randy slowly turns to leave Tobias’s locker room. Then a flash of black and white still framed images hit the screen of Tobias standing in an airport. Tobias walking up to a high gloss white painted front door of what can only be described as a mansion. A stunningly beautiful and petite blonde in her early twenties finishing up a load of dishes. The women seeing Tobias, and then their embrace. Tobias and the woman peacefully sleeping in a massive bed held tight by one another. The two of them sitting in a beauty salon getting pedicures. Both sitting at a kitchen table with a stack of compact disks in front of them. Then the image of her sitting at a table on the back porch while Tobias carries a plate of steaks from the enormous grill to the table slowly comes to color and life.)
Tobias; “You know, Kel I had my doubts when MJ said I should take a few days off and fly up to see you, but she was right. You always know just what to say to me to get me back on the right track, and I’ve never felt better. I had no idea how much that stupid little piss ant was grating on me.”
Kelly Erndhart; “A wife always knows what to say, Toby. I just wish I could fly back to L.A. with you on Sunday.”
Tobias; “Me too, but MJ knows what she’s doing. If she says we keep you here for now, I think it’s probably for the best.”
Kelly; “Yeah, I guess. I just don’t know what the harm would be if I came with you.”
Tobias; “Ah, MJ was saying something about a ‘trophy’ or BoolZ wouldn’t like it or something.”
Kelly; “Eh, so once you’ve used him up she’s still gonna let you put him out of the GIW right? Then I can fly down.”
Tobias; “Yeah, I can’t wait babe.”
(The image stills and fades back to black and white as new images begin to flash onto the screen. Images of BoolZ standing in the training gym alone and clearly upset. BoolZ throwing his cell phone through a window. A tall buxom blonde, a short petite brunette, an athletic Asian, curvy Latina, and a ginger red head. One can, two can, then thirty cans of empty Red Bull discarded into the corner. Another hotel room. Another exhausted conquest. Another smoke on the patio of a high rise. Another hotel room. A third hotel room. Then another image of BoolZ in the gym this time with Conni as the still frame fades into color and life.)
BoolZ; “WHAT THE FUCK, OVER!”
(The image stills and fades, and then new images flash. Images of MJ sitting in board meetings pointing to a graph and then herself. Images of Boss P sitting in the same board rooms clearly not a hundred percent what MJ’s graphs mean. Images of Tobias kissing Kelly good bye. Images of BoolZ leaving another hotel room with another ‘trophy’. Images of a dumpy looking red head, an overly skinny blonde, a fatty with a green Mohawk, and a freakishly tall man in khaki shorts waiting outside the GIW Arena. Boss P waddling into the GIW building. MJ sitting behind her desk. Tobias putting a cd into a small stereo. And the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile pulling into the parking lot still missing it’s windshield. Then the MJ listen to Tobias’s cd with him looking on and the door to his locker room slight ajar fades back to color and comes to life. When it does the opening to ‘Sound of Madness’ by Shinedown is heard as BoolZ steps through the doorway.)
BoolZ; “What the hell is that, crap?”
MJ; “Randal, that’s Tobias’s new entrance music.”
BoolZ; “It sucks.”
Tobias; “So do you, jack hole.”
BoolZ; “Is this what you did all week? You picked out music instead of training?”
Tobias; “Please, like I’m even going to need to break a sweat to beat Ezek’thirteen’L. I’ve seen all I need to see of him, and I’m not impressed. What he thinks he can run away for a month, come back with a little mask, and suddenly people will forget he was the weaker half of a pathetic tag team. He’s all like I was the first tag team champions when he was like the only tag team. That supposed to scare me? Or showing me his scar where he got kicked in the head? How about his speech about how he’s like some kind of tree. Hell if you ask me after tonight the only thing he’ll have in common with a tree is that I can’t be beaten by a plant.
Or how about how he thinks I should be nervous for this match. While he was home licking his wounds, painting up cheap masks, and watching to many bad movies I was the man showing that GIW’s champions aren’t at my level, and their supposed number one contenders can’t do a thing to beat me. Now this week I get to be the one that makes it so P@x can’t claim to be undefeated. He even thinks our match has its spot on the card because of him. The kid’s delusional, probably from that kick that let his partner down and lost their titles, he’ll be easy pickings.”
(MJ slowly sinks into the background as Tobias speaks. She watches as BoolZ takes special interest in listening.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, well you better hope so. I need you to win tonight, and clearly win. I need you to put this into the upper deck. Which means you need to keep ‘Zeke grounded and close. Don’t let him create any space, you keep on him…”
(The sound slowly drowns out as we focus on the smile slowly stretching across her face while BoolZ finally it seems is teaching. Then just as the sound the image slowly fades away.)
Boss P; “BUH, DAT DARE FAKE ASS PRETENDA NIGGA JUS’ WALKED OUTTA MA MATCH WIT’ YO BOY! WHERE WAS DAT JUNKIE NIGGA, AN’ WHY DINT HE STOP DAT BITCH ASS FAKE NIGGA!?! YOU SAID HE BE A TEAM PLAYA BITCH, WHAT DA MOTHERFUCK JUS’ HAPPENED? I’MA PUT HIM IN DAT RING ‘GAINST MA MONSTA AND YO POOLBOI NESS WEEK IN DA HANDICAPPIN’ MATCH! YEAH, YO DAT OUTTA TEACH HIM YO DON’T JUS’ LET MOTHERFUCKIN’ BOSS P’S SHOW CRUMPLE!”
(MJ casually turns from the tiny screen to her tiny boss before standing up and walking towards her office door. Before she can exit however she turns back to Boss P.)
MJ; “Boss P, MJ asks that you continue to allow Mary-Jo to be solely responsible for young Randal. The TWiSTeD Heiress understands how it might look on the surface, but Randal is slowly coming around and everything is working out just as Mary-Joanna envisioned. To change our strategy now would only serve to push BoolZ further in the opposite direction, and completely invalidate all MJ has succeeded thus far. Please, it is clear that Boolzian is slowly starting to see the errors of his past, and Mary-Joanna would speculate that at this rate in another three to four weeks Randal will clearly be a god send to the GIW that you have strived to produce. Now is not the time to change our strategy, but to stay the course. Now if you’ll excuse the TWiSTeD Matriarch she must find out exactly what happened out there.”
(Before Boss P can respond MJ has stepped out of her office leaving the penguin in slightly unfamiliar surroundings.)
Boss P; “BITCH WALK ‘WAY FROM DA BOSS!? WHERE BE MA MUSCLE. MAYBE HE CAN EXPLAIN TA DA BOSS WHY QUITTING NIGGAS AND CAMERA SCREWBALL NIGGAS AND PYRO MASK WEARIN’ NIGGAS IS DA G-I-DUBYA DAT I BE STRIVIN’ TO PRODUCE. I’M HOT IN HERE, AND I’M HUNGERY, AND IT BETTA’ BE A BOMB ASS MAINEVENT WIT’ MJ’S GIRLFRIEND OUT DARE OR I’M MAKE HER GIB DAT CONTRACT BACK TA DA DIAMOND NIGGA. AND…”
(Boss P had slowly been waddling towards the door as he rambled to himself, opened the door, and left before we could hear the rest of his verbalized thought process. The screen slowly fades out as the door shuts, and when we come back another door is slowly pushed open just far enough for MJ to poke her head around into the room. As the sound returns we can here Tobias Erndhart’s voice expressing his displeasure over his match, and then a moment of silence as Tobias and Mary-Jo meet eye to eye.)
Tobias; “And what the hell was that! Is this the kinda crap I can expect from the GIW’s big names? Is it just common practice to take your ball and go home when it becomes clear you can’t win? I want Hastings next week, and I’m not slowing down for that match! He’s getting the full ‘Path’ treatment. I am going to show him and all those idiot ‘fans’ just exactly why I am ‘Tomorrow’s Main Event’!”
(Now fully into the room, MJ shuts the door behind her.)
MJ; “No, Tobias you’re not facing Donovan next week. Ezekiel Pax apparently made his return earlier tonight by burning out one of the locker rooms. With all the bad press the GIW has been receiving for excessive violence and minors pretending to be grown ups who fail to realize or grasp the concept of birth control the last thing Global Impact Wrestling needs now is trouble with the fire marshal. You are to punish our little fire fly friend while Dredd takes care of Hastings.”
Tobias; “This is bull crap MJ! They’re making a laughing stock out of me out there. What I’m just supposed to accept that some little bitch can ruin my chance at the dot come title, and my opponents don’t have to stay for the whole match? Jesus, MJ I don’t even have my own music yet! This is not what you promised me.”
MJ; “Mary-Joanna never promised you a thing. What the TWiSTeD Madam said was that you have all the tools, and if you listen to Mary-Jo she can make you the biggest name in the industry. Now Tobias you have to understand that that is a long process. If you were to instantly start main eventing shows you would suffer an extreme backlash from the fans, and be ruined. As it is currently playing out now however you have had exceptional showings against Moss Edwards, and in truth are walking these halls the uncrowned GIW.com Champion. You have also proven that at least one of the potential next number one contenders simply cannot beat you. Next week you will punish Ezekiel for his actions, and gain the claim that you were the first to pin him in singles competition. It is a slow process, but few can doubt your claims if you were to continue on your current path. Just stay the course, and listen to Mary-Joanna.”
(Tobias’s angry exterior begins to soften as MJ speaks, and he clearly becomes more agreeable.)
Tobias; “Yeah, that’s right. I’ve been topping some of the GIW’s best, but that only makes it worse. I’m killing out there, but I’m still looked at as BoolZ’s lackey. Randy Lite was what Moss said. Damnit did you hear those moron fans before ‘Headshots’? As soon as BoolZ’s music hit they were all on their feet, and then they see just me, and boom! Silence. Same as my match with Hastings. That damn Zippo and Red Bull open, but this time nothing. Not for the music, not for me, and then boom! BoolZ steps out and suddenly everyone remembers they’re supposed to cheer. I’m always going to be playing second fiddle to that flippy junkie until I can be myself, and that requires my own music. For crying out loud it seems half the damn roster has two entrance themes like Moss. And like Moss maybe if they had just settled for the one song, and paid more attention to their matches first then their six different music’s for their entrance they would be able to give the ‘Path’ a decent run for his money.”
(MJ clenches her eye brows listening to Tobias ramble on clearly agreeing with some and accepting her confusion to other points of his rambling.)
MJ; “So you want your own music because you think your opponents should focus on their wrestling more?”
Tobias; “Yeah! Something, anything. It’s hard enough having to listen to that jackass about looking at houses or his mutt dog or all his stupid little remarks, but then have thousands of fans look at you as inferior to a man who couldn’t and shouldn’t be allowed to lace my boots is just bull crap. It’s bull crap!”
(As MJ formulates here response the door opens again giving way to Randy Boolzian who calmly enters the locker room with a Red Bull in one hand and a hot dog in the other. Conni jaunts happily behind his master while finishing the second and last chew of his own hot dog. MJ and Tobias both take the pause in conversation to turn to the Red Bull Icon.)
BoolZ; “What?”
MJ; “Do you have anything at all to say about what happened out there?”
BoolZ; “I didn’t know the GIW vendors sold such delicious hot dogs? I mean I’ve had Dodger Dogs, and chili dogs, and Chicago dogs with everything, but damnit this is just bar none simply the best standard hot dog I’ve ever had. Just a little mustard, a tad of ketchup, and it’s phenomenal.”
Tobias; “BULL CRAP!!!”
MJ; “Allow MJ, to rephrase. Do you have anything at all to say about the match out there.”
(BoolZ takes moment to take another bite of his hot dog and a swig of his Red Bull as he ponders the nights happenings while he chews. Seemingly not coming up with anything fast he looks down to Conni for inspiration only to notice his canine eyes locked on the remaining portion of the hot dog. BoolZ holds the hot dog down for his puppy who enthusiastically snatches the frank, and gobbles it down in record time.)
BoolZ; “Oh, yeah that weird little clothesline thing where you put Hastings in the air before the clothesline. Yeah, that was neat. What was that, was that that, uh, road to victory what ever you were talking about?”
Tobias; “PATH! Path to Greatness, damnit. Trash trucks drive on roads legends walk paths.”
BoolZ; “What ever. Either way, it was kinda neat.”
Tobias; “Neat? Let me…”
MJ; “Tobias hun, perhaps you should hop in the shower. You have a big match to get ready for, and means a busy day training this week if we’re to keep you moving in the right direction.”
BoolZ; “HA HA HA, Toby’s got a bed time!”
MJ; “Randal!”
(Tobias takes a long deep breath before exhaling, and walking away. Once he’s out of ear shot MJ turns back to BoolZ with a look of disappointment.)
MJ; “Specifically what do you have to say about the end of tonight’s match. About Hastings walk away. What did he say to you, and what did you say back?”
BoolZ; “Nothing really. He said it should’a been me in the ring, and then asked if I liked the painting. I told him it was really my thing, but didn’t look to bad. Really it is an incredible likeness. And since you brought it up, kinda. Am I reinstated yet?”
MJ; “Are you serious? After allowing Dredd’s No Holds Barred opponent to simply walk away without being softened up by Tobias, Mary-Jo had to explain to Boss P what a mistake it would be to send you to Britain next week for the services of a kid with a comic book geek gimmick. He was on the phone Randal. You have to start taking this more serious.”
(There is an awkward pause as BoolZ looks back down to Conni and shuts his eyes. His arms now hang at his sides a half empty can of Red Bull in one hand and nothing but empty in the other. His shoulders begin to droop as he seemingly loose two inches of height when he exhales before nodding.)
Randy; “Alright, what do want me to do? I mean there’s only so much I can tell this kid but I can’t make people wrestle him. I can’t make people not interfere. I can’t make him something he’s not.”
(Randy opens his now vacant eyes before lifting his head. MJ turns her hunter’s eyes before being noticed.)
MJ; “No, but you can help Tobias to better prepared. He’s facing Ezekiel Pax next week, and he’s never faced someone as quick as Pax before. MJ wants you to spar with Tobias this week. Perhaps it will remind you what we’re fighting for, and provide Tobias some real experience in facing an opponent that much faster than he is. Remember Tobias winning, Tobias becoming the weapon Boss P wants him to be, is what will eventually get you back in that ring so remember it’s sparring. Keep him healthy!”
Randy; “Alright.”
(The scene fades out as Randy slowly turns to leave Tobias’s locker room. Then a flash of black and white still framed images hit the screen of Tobias standing in an airport. Tobias walking up to a high gloss white painted front door of what can only be described as a mansion. A stunningly beautiful and petite blonde in her early twenties finishing up a load of dishes. The women seeing Tobias, and then their embrace. Tobias and the woman peacefully sleeping in a massive bed held tight by one another. The two of them sitting in a beauty salon getting pedicures. Both sitting at a kitchen table with a stack of compact disks in front of them. Then the image of her sitting at a table on the back porch while Tobias carries a plate of steaks from the enormous grill to the table slowly comes to color and life.)
Tobias; “You know, Kel I had my doubts when MJ said I should take a few days off and fly up to see you, but she was right. You always know just what to say to me to get me back on the right track, and I’ve never felt better. I had no idea how much that stupid little piss ant was grating on me.”
Kelly Erndhart; “A wife always knows what to say, Toby. I just wish I could fly back to L.A. with you on Sunday.”
Tobias; “Me too, but MJ knows what she’s doing. If she says we keep you here for now, I think it’s probably for the best.”
Kelly; “Yeah, I guess. I just don’t know what the harm would be if I came with you.”
Tobias; “Ah, MJ was saying something about a ‘trophy’ or BoolZ wouldn’t like it or something.”
Kelly; “Eh, so once you’ve used him up she’s still gonna let you put him out of the GIW right? Then I can fly down.”
Tobias; “Yeah, I can’t wait babe.”
(The image stills and fades back to black and white as new images begin to flash onto the screen. Images of BoolZ standing in the training gym alone and clearly upset. BoolZ throwing his cell phone through a window. A tall buxom blonde, a short petite brunette, an athletic Asian, curvy Latina, and a ginger red head. One can, two can, then thirty cans of empty Red Bull discarded into the corner. Another hotel room. Another exhausted conquest. Another smoke on the patio of a high rise. Another hotel room. A third hotel room. Then another image of BoolZ in the gym this time with Conni as the still frame fades into color and life.)
BoolZ; “WHAT THE FUCK, OVER!”
(The image stills and fades, and then new images flash. Images of MJ sitting in board meetings pointing to a graph and then herself. Images of Boss P sitting in the same board rooms clearly not a hundred percent what MJ’s graphs mean. Images of Tobias kissing Kelly good bye. Images of BoolZ leaving another hotel room with another ‘trophy’. Images of a dumpy looking red head, an overly skinny blonde, a fatty with a green Mohawk, and a freakishly tall man in khaki shorts waiting outside the GIW Arena. Boss P waddling into the GIW building. MJ sitting behind her desk. Tobias putting a cd into a small stereo. And the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile pulling into the parking lot still missing it’s windshield. Then the MJ listen to Tobias’s cd with him looking on and the door to his locker room slight ajar fades back to color and comes to life. When it does the opening to ‘Sound of Madness’ by Shinedown is heard as BoolZ steps through the doorway.)
BoolZ; “What the hell is that, crap?”
MJ; “Randal, that’s Tobias’s new entrance music.”
BoolZ; “It sucks.”
Tobias; “So do you, jack hole.”
BoolZ; “Is this what you did all week? You picked out music instead of training?”
Tobias; “Please, like I’m even going to need to break a sweat to beat Ezek’thirteen’L. I’ve seen all I need to see of him, and I’m not impressed. What he thinks he can run away for a month, come back with a little mask, and suddenly people will forget he was the weaker half of a pathetic tag team. He’s all like I was the first tag team champions when he was like the only tag team. That supposed to scare me? Or showing me his scar where he got kicked in the head? How about his speech about how he’s like some kind of tree. Hell if you ask me after tonight the only thing he’ll have in common with a tree is that I can’t be beaten by a plant.
Or how about how he thinks I should be nervous for this match. While he was home licking his wounds, painting up cheap masks, and watching to many bad movies I was the man showing that GIW’s champions aren’t at my level, and their supposed number one contenders can’t do a thing to beat me. Now this week I get to be the one that makes it so P@x can’t claim to be undefeated. He even thinks our match has its spot on the card because of him. The kid’s delusional, probably from that kick that let his partner down and lost their titles, he’ll be easy pickings.”
(MJ slowly sinks into the background as Tobias speaks. She watches as BoolZ takes special interest in listening.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, well you better hope so. I need you to win tonight, and clearly win. I need you to put this into the upper deck. Which means you need to keep ‘Zeke grounded and close. Don’t let him create any space, you keep on him…”
(The sound slowly drowns out as we focus on the smile slowly stretching across her face while BoolZ finally it seems is teaching. Then just as the sound the image slowly fades away.)
