Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 26, 2009 0:00:43 GMT -5
(Our scene opens to the inside of Doctor Professor’s medical office located somewhere in the inner mazelike corridors of the GIW Arena. The muffled mumbled sounds of the fans still cheering and chanting lead us to believe we’re right in the middle of a Sentinel televised event. Doctor Professor is shown sliding a glob of butter into his fresh piping hot coffee before giving it a stir and taking a sip.
Our focus though is on Chinatsu Chen sitting on the steel examination table. She doesn’t look to worse for wear considering what Alex Kiseragi tried doing in the ring. Her wounds it would appear are harsher on the inside. Doctor Professor might be able to see her new forming bruises, or check for a possible concussion, but one would think that at least on some level the worst of it has to be knowing that a man once thought of as honorable would stoop to such selfish levels.
She doesn’t see us standing in the background. Deep in thought, and that’s probably for the best. Last time they were in this close proximity she went off about how he’d changed. She was right. Besides she seems just a bit concerned and lost in thought, but in much better shape than one should be expected after a Dragon Tail and two Yari Kicks.
Without a word Randy Boolzian steps from the shadows unseen, nods quickly to the gibbering Aragato on the opposite wall, and exits the room as the good doctor finishes his exam. Once in the hallway Randy stops to light his cigarette, produces a can of Red Bull from his back pocket, and with his current two greatest joys in life he begins a slow stroll away from the office. He doesn’t get far before he’s stopped by The Crimson Ghost walking back towards the medical office.)
The Crimson Ghost; “Stop me if you heard this one. A bull, a virgin, and a bottle of Viagra walk into a china shop, the senior prom, and a pharmacy. The bull looks around and say…”
Randy; “Ghost if this ends with either Gabrielle or Hanson you’re gonna lose a fan.”
The Crimson Ghost; “Well, then, ah, never mind.”
Randy; “Yeah, so I was talking with MJ during her match. She’s putting you and Tobias together next week against Kiseragi and Pax.”
The Crimson Ghost(in an over the top Irish accent.); “T’will be a nay unstoppable beast this Tobias Ghost creation shall form then. Still one must wonder how exactly it will fit in me costume, know what ay mean?”
Randy; “Never do, and I wish I was your partner.”
The Crimson Ghost(in an over the top Southern accent); “My dear sir, I do declare.”
Randy; “Listen I got get to the ring. Make sure MJ’s Pet ain’t making to big a fool of him self. I’ll see ya, and you know what I mean.”
(Randy and The Crimson Ghost part ways. BoolZ heading to the ring and The Crimson Ghost beginning back to the medical office.)
Never do.
~*~*~
(The now potentially over done still frame montage begins flashing into view. They show BoolZ on the apron distracting Donovan Hastings. The Cataclysm in mid execution. Tobias’s hand raised high in victory. A smiling victorious Tobias backstage with a smiling confident MJ and a serious contemplative BoolZ.
The images show us Tobias leaving the GIW Arena only to find BoolZ sitting in the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile waiting on him. A shot of Tobias’s hotel room from last week with his wife Kelly Erndhart anxiously awaiting her husbands return. The next shot is daylight in the gym Tobias was to use for primary work outs. Kel is sound asleep in the massive California King sized mattress of the hotel room. Tobias is watching tapes of Alex Kiseragi as BoolZ lectures. Kel is awake with a look of panic as the fact that her husband hadn’t returned. Tobias is sore with a look of woe on his face as BoolZ’s ‘lesson’ continues. BoolZ is smoking with a pair of extremely thick kick pads on his feet as a look of frustration stains his gaze while his ‘lesson’ continues to kick the hell out of Tobias. And Mary-Jo standing the background with a satisfied over confident grin plastered across his lips.)
~*~*~
(And in a flash we’re standing behind BoolZ as the door to his locker room shuts cutting off the outside world once again. He picks up a can of Red Bull out of the Red Bull labeled mini-fridge, pops the top, and down the beverage with a somewhat vacant or lost in thought look.)
Angelic Female Voice; “Oh, so BoolZy’s in on some kind of plan?”
(We shift of view from RBI to the small round coffee table. Sitting in three quarters of a circle are three women who looks suspiciously like Grace Harding, an emo looking early twenty something with pink hair, and the standard Snow White on crack looker who bares a striking resemblance to Maddy all in various stages of undress.)
BoolZ; “Honey, the only thing I’m planning right now is to deal the next hand and get you out of those clothes.”
Slow Southern Draw Female Voice; “So what was all that about then?”
BoolZ; “Ah Travis just can’t get over the fact that for all he’s supposedly great at I don’t even have to wrestle to be one of the most talked about members of the roster.”
Grace Look Alike; “Besides, Roberts said this MJ’s got a plan. Not your plan, but MJ’s.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, yeah, see. What am I Prescott? Always angling for the advantage. Now come on ladies, I think we’ve given Travis Roberts far more attention than he deserves at this particular moment. Let’s see them titties!”
(BoolZ deals out four five carded hands, checks his cards, but seems to look through them as his mind races.)
~*~*~
(Another series of still framed images begin a rapid fire barrage of our view. They show the pink haired emo girl shutting off the locker room lights before rejoining the party. BoolZ turning the lights back on. Conni laying in the corner with his paws trying to cover his eyes.
Tobias showing Kel his deep purple, black, and yellow bruised ribs. Mrs. Erndhart seemingly desperately trying to explain something to Tobias. Tobias answering the door for a candle lit room service dinner. Kelly walking out of the restroom with a stack of tourist pamphlets. Leaving the next morning while his wife sits on the hotel industrial strength furniture alone.
They show Mary-Joanna in a meeting with no less than a dozen Japanese business types. Boss P walking in mid presentation. MJ pointing out slides depicting various prototype GIW t-shirts with the last one showing a new Red Bull Icon design. Then MJ standing with BoolZ both wearing an adversarial expression until she hands him the small boarding pass sized envelope eD cASe handed her last week. Finally Tobias standing before MJ with his arms in the air, and an exasperated aura about him.)
~*~*~
(When the images slow to a stop we’re in the middle of a conversation between MJ and Tobias. MJ does her best to remain collected as Tobias is red in the face and clearly furious.)
Tobias; “… Alright! No, I getting pretty sick of all this bullshit MJ. Your has been wants me to go after that Bruce Lee wannabe, and now you want me waste more time with people who aren’t even in my match! What about Ezekiel? That’s who I want. Let me tell you I’m going to get him in the ring and snap him in half. Week after week like some annoying little gnat he’s buzzing around my face.
You heard him, you heard what he’s had to say. Three moves? Like I need more than three moves! What he thinks he’s better than the Path because he needs a laundry list of copied moves to lose? Hell I think we’d all take three moves that win over a dozen moves that lose.
Or when he talks about how I’m still undefeated but like everyone else we all lose. Well no duh! That’s exactly why being undefeated doesn’t matter. All that matters is who you beat and the titles you take. And it pisses me off when he starts about me walking around all confident and trying to hide bruises or what ever. Hell yeah I’m confident. Like he said I’ve used three moves to beat the GIW dot com champion, him, Phantom and that Space Cadet kid, and everyone in the title hunt and him again. Damn right I’m confident, I’m Tomorrows Main Event. I’m the Path damnit!
And what people don’t understand about that is it’s a fact. Whether you beat me and continue your path to greatness, or you get beaten down by me and fall further down the path to ruin, no matter where you’re headed once you start that journey you go through me.
Never faced anyone like him before my ass. What he thinks because he can somehow take the same level of satisfaction from a victory or a cheap shot fire ball that he’s something special? Retard in a helmet for recess special maybe, but definitely not someone I should be wasting time with for like the third week in a row. Dredd didn’t get the win last week, Roberts or Gabrielle didn’t get the win, Hastings took the pin, and Ezekiel was a non-factor. I should be headlining the No Holds Barred, not fighting in some jacked up bad movie gimmick match that you just told me about.
So tonight when I get in that match with Ezekiel and Kiseragi, I’m gonna snap that mask wearing fire fly, and make sure my dance card for the Tokyo Dome is clear. Then when we get there, I just might have to find a new opponent. One who’s at my level. At the championship level!”
(MJ as straight faced as her manipulative demeanor demands simple acknowledges Tobias’s rant, and moves on.)
MJ; “Very well. Mary-Joanna apologizes. She had no idea Ezekiel had gotten under your skin to the degree that he clearly has. When you go out there do what you will to Ezekiel, but remember what MJ told you. She expects you to comply with the TWiSTeD Heiress’s request, and you will or else.”
(No sooner does she finisher her sentence does the door open and BoolZ eating another fantastic GIW Arena hot dog enters the room with Conni in tow.)
BoolZ; “Oh, chic fight! Or else what?”
(Tobias turns to face the Red Bull Icon, and immediately breaks into a full stride pushing RBI out of his way.)
Tobias; “Outta my way, runt.”
BoolZ; “Sure, sure, hey just remember if you’re doubled over and aint getting kicked then AKis is going for that Dragon Tail. He’s a sitting duck until he connects. Oh and I think The Crimson Ghost is looking for ya.”
(Turning back to MJ.)
BoolZ; “What’s he problem?”
MJ; “Pressure of all those bright stage lights.”
BoolZ; “They can’t be that bright. Hell no one even knows Tony’s name.”
MJ; “That too. Plus, the TWiSTeD Princess just informed him of his No Holds Barred match.”
BoolZ; “Oh yeah, what’s he got?”
MJ; “Well MJ had to think of something that would limit Ezekiel’s big asset. His speed. But she also had to come up with something that at first glance would appeal to the Red Eyed Wonder, and right now that means fire.”
BoolZ; “Alright, and that means?”
MJ; “Wow, Randal the TWiSTeD Matriarch admits she is surprised you haven’t pieced it together yet. Allow MJ to describe the match, this could be fun. Think of a cage. Twenty seven feet long, nine feet deep, nine feet tall, and segmented into three nine by nine by nine cells. With a door on one end and a ladder at the other leading to the second story. Another identical cage sitting right on top of the first, with an opening on one end, and a ladder on the other…”
(BoolZ knows exactly what she is talking about, and instantly loses any jocularity he might have entered the conversation with. He offers what’s left of his hot dog to Conni who wastes no time finishing the scrumptious treat, and then RBI lights his cigarette while MJ continues.)
MJ; “… leading to the third and final cage. That cage has a ladder at the end leading to the roof. Now each one of those nine by nine by nine chambers are equipped with propane pipes and every minute and a half starting at the door and ending at the ladder to the roof they ignite filling the cage with fire. Mary-Joanna believes you are familiar with the concept? She got if from watching your mentor, SPARCX, in fact the TWiSTeD Bitch vaguely recalls it being his trademarked match, no?”
BoolZ; “Towering Inferno match. Nice standard pin fall, submission, or light your opponent on fire being the ways to win?”
MJ; “MJ knew you were familiar with the match.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, so you gonna have the ambulance and a scissor lift on stand by right?”
MJ; “Perhaps, but that’s not for another week or so. Tonight however given Toby’s state of mind, MJ wants you to keep an extra close eye on the young man. Mary-Jo is begging to fear that he’s growing too big for his britches.”
(BoolZ ashes his cigarette before opening a can of Red Bull.)
BoolZ; “Yeah I bet. Hey not to change the subject, but when was the last time you talked to that hippy almost ex husband of yours?”
MJ; “Not that it’s really any of your business, but MJ has been trying to get in touch with Travis for the last few weeks. It seems every time however she is intercepted by a chunky little funster or his prudish hag of a granny. Why? What have you done?”
BoolZ; “Oh, no, no, nothing. I haven’t seen him sense last week when Tobias was living up the main event scene. I was just curious. Rumor had it he was into some kinda cult or charity or something.”
(The scene ends with BoolZ and MJ sharing another adversarial yet understanding look.)
Our focus though is on Chinatsu Chen sitting on the steel examination table. She doesn’t look to worse for wear considering what Alex Kiseragi tried doing in the ring. Her wounds it would appear are harsher on the inside. Doctor Professor might be able to see her new forming bruises, or check for a possible concussion, but one would think that at least on some level the worst of it has to be knowing that a man once thought of as honorable would stoop to such selfish levels.
She doesn’t see us standing in the background. Deep in thought, and that’s probably for the best. Last time they were in this close proximity she went off about how he’d changed. She was right. Besides she seems just a bit concerned and lost in thought, but in much better shape than one should be expected after a Dragon Tail and two Yari Kicks.
Without a word Randy Boolzian steps from the shadows unseen, nods quickly to the gibbering Aragato on the opposite wall, and exits the room as the good doctor finishes his exam. Once in the hallway Randy stops to light his cigarette, produces a can of Red Bull from his back pocket, and with his current two greatest joys in life he begins a slow stroll away from the office. He doesn’t get far before he’s stopped by The Crimson Ghost walking back towards the medical office.)
The Crimson Ghost; “Stop me if you heard this one. A bull, a virgin, and a bottle of Viagra walk into a china shop, the senior prom, and a pharmacy. The bull looks around and say…”
Randy; “Ghost if this ends with either Gabrielle or Hanson you’re gonna lose a fan.”
The Crimson Ghost; “Well, then, ah, never mind.”
Randy; “Yeah, so I was talking with MJ during her match. She’s putting you and Tobias together next week against Kiseragi and Pax.”
The Crimson Ghost(in an over the top Irish accent.); “T’will be a nay unstoppable beast this Tobias Ghost creation shall form then. Still one must wonder how exactly it will fit in me costume, know what ay mean?”
Randy; “Never do, and I wish I was your partner.”
The Crimson Ghost(in an over the top Southern accent); “My dear sir, I do declare.”
Randy; “Listen I got get to the ring. Make sure MJ’s Pet ain’t making to big a fool of him self. I’ll see ya, and you know what I mean.”
(Randy and The Crimson Ghost part ways. BoolZ heading to the ring and The Crimson Ghost beginning back to the medical office.)
Never do.
~*~*~
(The now potentially over done still frame montage begins flashing into view. They show BoolZ on the apron distracting Donovan Hastings. The Cataclysm in mid execution. Tobias’s hand raised high in victory. A smiling victorious Tobias backstage with a smiling confident MJ and a serious contemplative BoolZ.
The images show us Tobias leaving the GIW Arena only to find BoolZ sitting in the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile waiting on him. A shot of Tobias’s hotel room from last week with his wife Kelly Erndhart anxiously awaiting her husbands return. The next shot is daylight in the gym Tobias was to use for primary work outs. Kel is sound asleep in the massive California King sized mattress of the hotel room. Tobias is watching tapes of Alex Kiseragi as BoolZ lectures. Kel is awake with a look of panic as the fact that her husband hadn’t returned. Tobias is sore with a look of woe on his face as BoolZ’s ‘lesson’ continues. BoolZ is smoking with a pair of extremely thick kick pads on his feet as a look of frustration stains his gaze while his ‘lesson’ continues to kick the hell out of Tobias. And Mary-Jo standing the background with a satisfied over confident grin plastered across his lips.)
~*~*~
(And in a flash we’re standing behind BoolZ as the door to his locker room shuts cutting off the outside world once again. He picks up a can of Red Bull out of the Red Bull labeled mini-fridge, pops the top, and down the beverage with a somewhat vacant or lost in thought look.)
Angelic Female Voice; “Oh, so BoolZy’s in on some kind of plan?”
(We shift of view from RBI to the small round coffee table. Sitting in three quarters of a circle are three women who looks suspiciously like Grace Harding, an emo looking early twenty something with pink hair, and the standard Snow White on crack looker who bares a striking resemblance to Maddy all in various stages of undress.)
BoolZ; “Honey, the only thing I’m planning right now is to deal the next hand and get you out of those clothes.”
Slow Southern Draw Female Voice; “So what was all that about then?”
BoolZ; “Ah Travis just can’t get over the fact that for all he’s supposedly great at I don’t even have to wrestle to be one of the most talked about members of the roster.”
Grace Look Alike; “Besides, Roberts said this MJ’s got a plan. Not your plan, but MJ’s.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, yeah, see. What am I Prescott? Always angling for the advantage. Now come on ladies, I think we’ve given Travis Roberts far more attention than he deserves at this particular moment. Let’s see them titties!”
(BoolZ deals out four five carded hands, checks his cards, but seems to look through them as his mind races.)
~*~*~
(Another series of still framed images begin a rapid fire barrage of our view. They show the pink haired emo girl shutting off the locker room lights before rejoining the party. BoolZ turning the lights back on. Conni laying in the corner with his paws trying to cover his eyes.
Tobias showing Kel his deep purple, black, and yellow bruised ribs. Mrs. Erndhart seemingly desperately trying to explain something to Tobias. Tobias answering the door for a candle lit room service dinner. Kelly walking out of the restroom with a stack of tourist pamphlets. Leaving the next morning while his wife sits on the hotel industrial strength furniture alone.
They show Mary-Joanna in a meeting with no less than a dozen Japanese business types. Boss P walking in mid presentation. MJ pointing out slides depicting various prototype GIW t-shirts with the last one showing a new Red Bull Icon design. Then MJ standing with BoolZ both wearing an adversarial expression until she hands him the small boarding pass sized envelope eD cASe handed her last week. Finally Tobias standing before MJ with his arms in the air, and an exasperated aura about him.)
~*~*~
(When the images slow to a stop we’re in the middle of a conversation between MJ and Tobias. MJ does her best to remain collected as Tobias is red in the face and clearly furious.)
Tobias; “… Alright! No, I getting pretty sick of all this bullshit MJ. Your has been wants me to go after that Bruce Lee wannabe, and now you want me waste more time with people who aren’t even in my match! What about Ezekiel? That’s who I want. Let me tell you I’m going to get him in the ring and snap him in half. Week after week like some annoying little gnat he’s buzzing around my face.
You heard him, you heard what he’s had to say. Three moves? Like I need more than three moves! What he thinks he’s better than the Path because he needs a laundry list of copied moves to lose? Hell I think we’d all take three moves that win over a dozen moves that lose.
Or when he talks about how I’m still undefeated but like everyone else we all lose. Well no duh! That’s exactly why being undefeated doesn’t matter. All that matters is who you beat and the titles you take. And it pisses me off when he starts about me walking around all confident and trying to hide bruises or what ever. Hell yeah I’m confident. Like he said I’ve used three moves to beat the GIW dot com champion, him, Phantom and that Space Cadet kid, and everyone in the title hunt and him again. Damn right I’m confident, I’m Tomorrows Main Event. I’m the Path damnit!
And what people don’t understand about that is it’s a fact. Whether you beat me and continue your path to greatness, or you get beaten down by me and fall further down the path to ruin, no matter where you’re headed once you start that journey you go through me.
Never faced anyone like him before my ass. What he thinks because he can somehow take the same level of satisfaction from a victory or a cheap shot fire ball that he’s something special? Retard in a helmet for recess special maybe, but definitely not someone I should be wasting time with for like the third week in a row. Dredd didn’t get the win last week, Roberts or Gabrielle didn’t get the win, Hastings took the pin, and Ezekiel was a non-factor. I should be headlining the No Holds Barred, not fighting in some jacked up bad movie gimmick match that you just told me about.
So tonight when I get in that match with Ezekiel and Kiseragi, I’m gonna snap that mask wearing fire fly, and make sure my dance card for the Tokyo Dome is clear. Then when we get there, I just might have to find a new opponent. One who’s at my level. At the championship level!”
(MJ as straight faced as her manipulative demeanor demands simple acknowledges Tobias’s rant, and moves on.)
MJ; “Very well. Mary-Joanna apologizes. She had no idea Ezekiel had gotten under your skin to the degree that he clearly has. When you go out there do what you will to Ezekiel, but remember what MJ told you. She expects you to comply with the TWiSTeD Heiress’s request, and you will or else.”
(No sooner does she finisher her sentence does the door open and BoolZ eating another fantastic GIW Arena hot dog enters the room with Conni in tow.)
BoolZ; “Oh, chic fight! Or else what?”
(Tobias turns to face the Red Bull Icon, and immediately breaks into a full stride pushing RBI out of his way.)
Tobias; “Outta my way, runt.”
BoolZ; “Sure, sure, hey just remember if you’re doubled over and aint getting kicked then AKis is going for that Dragon Tail. He’s a sitting duck until he connects. Oh and I think The Crimson Ghost is looking for ya.”
(Turning back to MJ.)
BoolZ; “What’s he problem?”
MJ; “Pressure of all those bright stage lights.”
BoolZ; “They can’t be that bright. Hell no one even knows Tony’s name.”
MJ; “That too. Plus, the TWiSTeD Princess just informed him of his No Holds Barred match.”
BoolZ; “Oh yeah, what’s he got?”
MJ; “Well MJ had to think of something that would limit Ezekiel’s big asset. His speed. But she also had to come up with something that at first glance would appeal to the Red Eyed Wonder, and right now that means fire.”
BoolZ; “Alright, and that means?”
MJ; “Wow, Randal the TWiSTeD Matriarch admits she is surprised you haven’t pieced it together yet. Allow MJ to describe the match, this could be fun. Think of a cage. Twenty seven feet long, nine feet deep, nine feet tall, and segmented into three nine by nine by nine cells. With a door on one end and a ladder at the other leading to the second story. Another identical cage sitting right on top of the first, with an opening on one end, and a ladder on the other…”
(BoolZ knows exactly what she is talking about, and instantly loses any jocularity he might have entered the conversation with. He offers what’s left of his hot dog to Conni who wastes no time finishing the scrumptious treat, and then RBI lights his cigarette while MJ continues.)
MJ; “… leading to the third and final cage. That cage has a ladder at the end leading to the roof. Now each one of those nine by nine by nine chambers are equipped with propane pipes and every minute and a half starting at the door and ending at the ladder to the roof they ignite filling the cage with fire. Mary-Joanna believes you are familiar with the concept? She got if from watching your mentor, SPARCX, in fact the TWiSTeD Bitch vaguely recalls it being his trademarked match, no?”
BoolZ; “Towering Inferno match. Nice standard pin fall, submission, or light your opponent on fire being the ways to win?”
MJ; “MJ knew you were familiar with the match.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, so you gonna have the ambulance and a scissor lift on stand by right?”
MJ; “Perhaps, but that’s not for another week or so. Tonight however given Toby’s state of mind, MJ wants you to keep an extra close eye on the young man. Mary-Jo is begging to fear that he’s growing too big for his britches.”
(BoolZ ashes his cigarette before opening a can of Red Bull.)
BoolZ; “Yeah I bet. Hey not to change the subject, but when was the last time you talked to that hippy almost ex husband of yours?”
MJ; “Not that it’s really any of your business, but MJ has been trying to get in touch with Travis for the last few weeks. It seems every time however she is intercepted by a chunky little funster or his prudish hag of a granny. Why? What have you done?”
BoolZ; “Oh, no, no, nothing. I haven’t seen him sense last week when Tobias was living up the main event scene. I was just curious. Rumor had it he was into some kinda cult or charity or something.”
(The scene ends with BoolZ and MJ sharing another adversarial yet understanding look.)
