Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:59:50 GMT -5
(Our scene opens into what is obviously Mary-Joanna Roberts office. Wearing a charcoal striped pants suit she sits behind her mahogany desk leaning back in her leather executive’s chair relaxing as she finishes her telephone conversation.)
MJ; “No, no, that is fantastic. MJ is happy to hear everything going so well, but really Mary-Jo has got to be going. She just wanted to touch base with the GIW’s future Unified Global Champion.”
(Without warning her solid light stained oak door flings open with a puff a smoke and just the faintest hint of citrus. Calmly turning her attention to the doorway while keeping her focus on the telephone she leans forward as Randy Boolzian barges into the room.)
MJ; “Alright, well I’ll let you two get back to you two. Alright, bye bye now.”
BoolZ; “Where the fuck is he MJ?”
MJ; “Beg your pardon.”
BoolZ; “Tobias, where is he? How am I supposed to ‘mentor’ him if he’s never around?”
MJ; “Oh, MJ sees. Have you perhaps considered that young Mr. Erndhart is seemingly never around because you have been tutoring him? How easy is it to find you when needed?”
BoolZ; “MJ, don’t play with me. I know you know where he is, and if his win…”
(Standing from behind her desk, MJ walks to the front, and nudges her rear until she’s sitting on the corner.)
MJ; “Randal surely you know by now that the TWiSTeD Heiress does not play games, and if MJ knew the whereabouts of Tobias you would be the first person Mary-Jo would tell. But perhaps Tobias can wait for a second. How are you doing Randal?”
BoolZ; “What the hell kinda question is that? I’ve had my lively hood pinned to you pet’s ability, he seems more eager to play as a superstar than live as a competitor, and to top it off he keeps stumbling his way to the next win. He’s never gonna learn like this. He’s never going to know what it takes to go out there and win if all his matches go as they have. I mean Phantom and Space Cadet beating the hell out each other for him to pick up the scraps, Chassie getting Edwards DQ’ed, Hastings walking out, or Pax almost killing himself. He’s been the winner, but he hasn’t won a single match yet.”
MJ; “MJ is aware, but always believes that it might not be entirely Tobias’s doing. The simple fact that up until last week you have all but ignored your responsibilities has certainly assisted forming the current situation. Randal there are consequences to your actions, and at times they can be far reaching. You do not need to feel those consequences immediately, but as with Tobias and your suspension eventually they will come back to you.”
BoolZ; “Bullshit! How am I supposed to be responsible for some child playing in a mans world. And speaking of my suspension and Toby. He did win last Sunday, he punished Ezekiel, how much closer am I to being let back in that ring?”
(A small satisfied smile slips loose from MJ’s lips as she nods her head.)
MJ; “Randal, MJ is trying everything she knows to no avail. The TWiSTeD Princess understands you want back in the ring. Probably more than anything else right now. However, Mary-Joanna is uncertain how much longer this window will be open. Randal it might be time to realize that in all likelihood Boss P will never reinstate you.”
(For a second it doesn’t look like BoolZ knows how to react to MJ’s words. There is a flash of surrender, a flurry of hatred, and confidence colliding with concern playing out in his eyes.)
BoolZ; “What that goddamned flightless fish bird’s been fucking with me the last five damn weeks!?!”
(Mary-Joanna’s eye widen before she fights back into control before giving away to much, but still now for the first time it is clear she is holding back.)
MJ; “He might have been, but it is not over yet. Randal, MJ assures you she is exhausting every resource, she is searching every avenue, pursuing every potential angle. There has not been a formal decision made at this time, the TWiSTeD Matriarch was merely attempting to make you fully aware of what is at stake so you may come to terms with some reasonable expectations at to what you wish to gain from this.”
(BoolZ has started making his way to the door clearly unhappy as to how the conversation has unraveled. He turns to respond while standing in the doorway.)
BoolZ; “Gain from this? What can I gain if that oily whale bait’s already made his up his mind?”
(BoolZ turns to leave and begins shutting the door.)
MJ; “MJ still is a little uncertain about that. It would just be so much easier if Boss P wasn’t the one making that decision.”
(With a click the door is closed leaving MJ alone and proud.)
~*~*~
(Then are now routine still framed images begin to flash before us. They show us Tobias sitting alone in a very swank hotel room playing Little Big Planet on the PS3 with a numbed mind expression. A close up of his cell phone with the caller ID reading ‘mjsjackass’. Tobias peaking out through the velvet blackout curtains. Back to his phone. Then at a very posh steak house. Then Tobias checking his phone at a very posh steak house. The gym with Tobias on a treadmill. Tobias pressing an ungodly amount of weight. A smashed, shattered, and broken cell phone.
BoolZ in mid pace outside of the gym Tobias was supposed to train at. BoolZ and Conni walking in the park, neither seemingly approachable. BoolZ on dialing his cell phone. A series of blonde, Korean, African American, European, and Greek conquests. Another hotel room that looks like the last hotel room than looks like the next hotel room. One Red Bull can joining the dozen or so other empty shells. A smashed, shattered, and broken cell phone.)
~*~*~
(When the images stop we are back in MJ’s office looking over Tobias’s shoulder at MJ who seems to be absolutely beaming with glee as eD cASe hands her a small boarding pass sized envelope with a puzzled expression on his furry little face before scurrying off as he notices Tobias’s 6’9” frame towering over him.)
MJ; “So, Tobias how is the chest?”
Tobias; “It’s alright. Still hurts, but nothing like BoolZ slapping it after last weeks show. What was he thinking? It would be funny, like when you’re best friend growing up had a really bad sunburn? What is wrong with that kid?”
MJ; “Randal is just going through a difficult time right now. He is merely trying to reconnect with who he is.”
Tobias; “Whatever.”
MJ; “And how are you doing? Big show this week.”
Tobias; “Honestly, lady, I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up. When you called me back in February you told me the GIW was ripe for the taking. I could come in with my talent, and skyrocket to the top. Now though, for the second week in a row right after the closing bell of my match you’re telling me to go hide. Disappear, avoid you’re jackass trailer trash friend. Believe me that’s always my plan, but damn I should be on the Tonight Show or something. Getting my name and face out there for the people to love, and see I’m more than BoolZ’s lackey.”
MJ; “Has MJ, not fulfilled any of the promises she’s made to you? Have you not, starting in your second week, been put up against the top echelon here in the GIW? This week, far quicker than anyone else in your match, you are in the main event! When you’re in the ring tonight, if you have a chance, ask Hastings how long it took him to get a main event match. You will be wrestling tonight with the Unified Global Champion, the number one contender, the Chief Nigga, and the next number one contender. You will be wrestling with some of the best the GIW has to offer.”
Tobias; “NO, they’ll be wrestling the BEST the GIW has to offer. Because Tomorrow’s Main Event is quite literally tonight’s main event!”
MJ; “Very well, and the TWiSTeD Heiress is glad we’re talking about tonight’s match because she has some special instructions for you.”
Tobias; “No, no, damnit I am the Path! You contacted me for my ability in that ring, not because I’m some trainable monkey. What are you going to tell me to do? Huh, focus on hurting EzekethirteenL, stay out of Dredds way, but make sure he doesn’t get to beat up, and damn near cripple both that greasy penguin hater and the bitch pretender? Do you really think that needs explaining?”
MJ; “Actually apparently it does. Speaking with Randal, and MJ agrees, you’re best roll tonight is to target Donovan Hastings. Help clear the way for Dredd, and Boss P’s muscle can get a clearer shot at the Unified Global title. Someone like Gabrielle is more suited with her inherent speed to match with Ezekiel. That leaves Dredd to punish Boss P’s public enemy number one. Tonight you’re job is to break Donovan Hastings.
Secondarily though, but maybe more important is ensure Gabrielle’s safety in this match. We are to close to No Holds Barred: Rising Sun to jeopardize the pay-per-view main event, and after last week’s display by Dredd perhaps Boss P does not fully grasp the potential ramifications of his employee’s actions. That means tonight, you must fully grasp the potential disaster that would come with changing the main event this close to the show.”
Tobias; “Pfft. Special instructions. How about this. I walk down to the ring, and destroy that little masked freak in record time for lighting me on fire. That way precious little Gabby is safe. Does that work? Then mister angry clown can go back to blowing dragons and not looking himself in the mirror.”
MJ; “Mary-Joanna wants you to do everything possible to ensure that Donovan Hastings does not make the pay-per-view. Those are your instructions. Win or lose, Donovan loses, are you clear?”
Tobias; “Yeah, whatever. I’m not hiding all of next week though.”
MJ; “You won’t have to. We’ll put you on your flight to Tokyo, and Randal will soon find out the GIW only pays for essential staff to travel.”
Tobias; “Hastings. I should be Cataclysm’ing Roberts to prove I’m the best, then drilling pretty little Gabby between the eyes, and taking her spot in Tokyo.”
MJ; “MJ is certain that is how you see it. Now, Mary-Jo has to go check on Randal.”
(The scene fades out as she tucks the envelope into her blazer pocket leaving Tobias alone and frustrated in MJ’s office.)
MJ; “No, no, that is fantastic. MJ is happy to hear everything going so well, but really Mary-Jo has got to be going. She just wanted to touch base with the GIW’s future Unified Global Champion.”
(Without warning her solid light stained oak door flings open with a puff a smoke and just the faintest hint of citrus. Calmly turning her attention to the doorway while keeping her focus on the telephone she leans forward as Randy Boolzian barges into the room.)
MJ; “Alright, well I’ll let you two get back to you two. Alright, bye bye now.”
BoolZ; “Where the fuck is he MJ?”
MJ; “Beg your pardon.”
BoolZ; “Tobias, where is he? How am I supposed to ‘mentor’ him if he’s never around?”
MJ; “Oh, MJ sees. Have you perhaps considered that young Mr. Erndhart is seemingly never around because you have been tutoring him? How easy is it to find you when needed?”
BoolZ; “MJ, don’t play with me. I know you know where he is, and if his win…”
(Standing from behind her desk, MJ walks to the front, and nudges her rear until she’s sitting on the corner.)
MJ; “Randal surely you know by now that the TWiSTeD Heiress does not play games, and if MJ knew the whereabouts of Tobias you would be the first person Mary-Jo would tell. But perhaps Tobias can wait for a second. How are you doing Randal?”
BoolZ; “What the hell kinda question is that? I’ve had my lively hood pinned to you pet’s ability, he seems more eager to play as a superstar than live as a competitor, and to top it off he keeps stumbling his way to the next win. He’s never gonna learn like this. He’s never going to know what it takes to go out there and win if all his matches go as they have. I mean Phantom and Space Cadet beating the hell out each other for him to pick up the scraps, Chassie getting Edwards DQ’ed, Hastings walking out, or Pax almost killing himself. He’s been the winner, but he hasn’t won a single match yet.”
MJ; “MJ is aware, but always believes that it might not be entirely Tobias’s doing. The simple fact that up until last week you have all but ignored your responsibilities has certainly assisted forming the current situation. Randal there are consequences to your actions, and at times they can be far reaching. You do not need to feel those consequences immediately, but as with Tobias and your suspension eventually they will come back to you.”
BoolZ; “Bullshit! How am I supposed to be responsible for some child playing in a mans world. And speaking of my suspension and Toby. He did win last Sunday, he punished Ezekiel, how much closer am I to being let back in that ring?”
(A small satisfied smile slips loose from MJ’s lips as she nods her head.)
MJ; “Randal, MJ is trying everything she knows to no avail. The TWiSTeD Princess understands you want back in the ring. Probably more than anything else right now. However, Mary-Joanna is uncertain how much longer this window will be open. Randal it might be time to realize that in all likelihood Boss P will never reinstate you.”
(For a second it doesn’t look like BoolZ knows how to react to MJ’s words. There is a flash of surrender, a flurry of hatred, and confidence colliding with concern playing out in his eyes.)
BoolZ; “What that goddamned flightless fish bird’s been fucking with me the last five damn weeks!?!”
(Mary-Joanna’s eye widen before she fights back into control before giving away to much, but still now for the first time it is clear she is holding back.)
MJ; “He might have been, but it is not over yet. Randal, MJ assures you she is exhausting every resource, she is searching every avenue, pursuing every potential angle. There has not been a formal decision made at this time, the TWiSTeD Matriarch was merely attempting to make you fully aware of what is at stake so you may come to terms with some reasonable expectations at to what you wish to gain from this.”
(BoolZ has started making his way to the door clearly unhappy as to how the conversation has unraveled. He turns to respond while standing in the doorway.)
BoolZ; “Gain from this? What can I gain if that oily whale bait’s already made his up his mind?”
(BoolZ turns to leave and begins shutting the door.)
MJ; “MJ still is a little uncertain about that. It would just be so much easier if Boss P wasn’t the one making that decision.”
(With a click the door is closed leaving MJ alone and proud.)
~*~*~
(Then are now routine still framed images begin to flash before us. They show us Tobias sitting alone in a very swank hotel room playing Little Big Planet on the PS3 with a numbed mind expression. A close up of his cell phone with the caller ID reading ‘mjsjackass’. Tobias peaking out through the velvet blackout curtains. Back to his phone. Then at a very posh steak house. Then Tobias checking his phone at a very posh steak house. The gym with Tobias on a treadmill. Tobias pressing an ungodly amount of weight. A smashed, shattered, and broken cell phone.
BoolZ in mid pace outside of the gym Tobias was supposed to train at. BoolZ and Conni walking in the park, neither seemingly approachable. BoolZ on dialing his cell phone. A series of blonde, Korean, African American, European, and Greek conquests. Another hotel room that looks like the last hotel room than looks like the next hotel room. One Red Bull can joining the dozen or so other empty shells. A smashed, shattered, and broken cell phone.)
~*~*~
(When the images stop we are back in MJ’s office looking over Tobias’s shoulder at MJ who seems to be absolutely beaming with glee as eD cASe hands her a small boarding pass sized envelope with a puzzled expression on his furry little face before scurrying off as he notices Tobias’s 6’9” frame towering over him.)
MJ; “So, Tobias how is the chest?”
Tobias; “It’s alright. Still hurts, but nothing like BoolZ slapping it after last weeks show. What was he thinking? It would be funny, like when you’re best friend growing up had a really bad sunburn? What is wrong with that kid?”
MJ; “Randal is just going through a difficult time right now. He is merely trying to reconnect with who he is.”
Tobias; “Whatever.”
MJ; “And how are you doing? Big show this week.”
Tobias; “Honestly, lady, I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up. When you called me back in February you told me the GIW was ripe for the taking. I could come in with my talent, and skyrocket to the top. Now though, for the second week in a row right after the closing bell of my match you’re telling me to go hide. Disappear, avoid you’re jackass trailer trash friend. Believe me that’s always my plan, but damn I should be on the Tonight Show or something. Getting my name and face out there for the people to love, and see I’m more than BoolZ’s lackey.”
MJ; “Has MJ, not fulfilled any of the promises she’s made to you? Have you not, starting in your second week, been put up against the top echelon here in the GIW? This week, far quicker than anyone else in your match, you are in the main event! When you’re in the ring tonight, if you have a chance, ask Hastings how long it took him to get a main event match. You will be wrestling tonight with the Unified Global Champion, the number one contender, the Chief Nigga, and the next number one contender. You will be wrestling with some of the best the GIW has to offer.”
Tobias; “NO, they’ll be wrestling the BEST the GIW has to offer. Because Tomorrow’s Main Event is quite literally tonight’s main event!”
MJ; “Very well, and the TWiSTeD Heiress is glad we’re talking about tonight’s match because she has some special instructions for you.”
Tobias; “No, no, damnit I am the Path! You contacted me for my ability in that ring, not because I’m some trainable monkey. What are you going to tell me to do? Huh, focus on hurting EzekethirteenL, stay out of Dredds way, but make sure he doesn’t get to beat up, and damn near cripple both that greasy penguin hater and the bitch pretender? Do you really think that needs explaining?”
MJ; “Actually apparently it does. Speaking with Randal, and MJ agrees, you’re best roll tonight is to target Donovan Hastings. Help clear the way for Dredd, and Boss P’s muscle can get a clearer shot at the Unified Global title. Someone like Gabrielle is more suited with her inherent speed to match with Ezekiel. That leaves Dredd to punish Boss P’s public enemy number one. Tonight you’re job is to break Donovan Hastings.
Secondarily though, but maybe more important is ensure Gabrielle’s safety in this match. We are to close to No Holds Barred: Rising Sun to jeopardize the pay-per-view main event, and after last week’s display by Dredd perhaps Boss P does not fully grasp the potential ramifications of his employee’s actions. That means tonight, you must fully grasp the potential disaster that would come with changing the main event this close to the show.”
Tobias; “Pfft. Special instructions. How about this. I walk down to the ring, and destroy that little masked freak in record time for lighting me on fire. That way precious little Gabby is safe. Does that work? Then mister angry clown can go back to blowing dragons and not looking himself in the mirror.”
MJ; “Mary-Joanna wants you to do everything possible to ensure that Donovan Hastings does not make the pay-per-view. Those are your instructions. Win or lose, Donovan loses, are you clear?”
Tobias; “Yeah, whatever. I’m not hiding all of next week though.”
MJ; “You won’t have to. We’ll put you on your flight to Tokyo, and Randal will soon find out the GIW only pays for essential staff to travel.”
Tobias; “Hastings. I should be Cataclysm’ing Roberts to prove I’m the best, then drilling pretty little Gabby between the eyes, and taking her spot in Tokyo.”
MJ; “MJ is certain that is how you see it. Now, Mary-Jo has to go check on Randal.”
(The scene fades out as she tucks the envelope into her blazer pocket leaving Tobias alone and frustrated in MJ’s office.)
