Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 26, 2009 0:03:20 GMT -5
(Our scene opens to the very first post Sentinel moments in Sydney Australia. The limited skeletal crew of support staff ready themselves for the breakdown of the ring and cleaning of the Acer Arena as a palpable air of unease wafts from the back half of the entrance curtain as we join Mary-Joanna Roberts and Boss P still engaged in their verbal confrontation. Neither let on that they see BoolZ step through and out of public sight. RBI shoots a look of annoyance at both before limping off.)
MJ; “Bird, that was the last straw! The TWiSTeD Princess sat by performing her duties to the only acceptable degree while you squandered and jeopardized the livelihood of every one associated with the GIW with your blatant incompetence! Those days are over you oily should be endangered species. When the dust settles MJ wants you to remember that it was you, your paranoia, that fired the shot and started this war! Mary-Joanna is going to make you wish your life turned out as you fulfilling your only potential on this planet, and that being of an omelet!”
Boss P; “WAR!?! BITCH YO WANNA A WAR DEN BOSS P’IZZLE GON GIB YO ASS A WAR, AN RIGHT NAW! BITCH DON’T MOVE, I’S GON GIT MA GAT, AN’ WHEN I GET’S BACK, I’MA FILL DAT ALWAYS FILLED ASS OF YUR’S WIT MA CAPS BITCHASSTWAT!”
(The curtain gives way again as Travis Roberts with the Unified Global Title slung heavily over his shoulder forces his way to the back ignoring or un-registering the scene before him. Roberts drudges on as Boss P waddles frantically to his office leaving Mary-Joanna to almost break character as now alone she can’t help a satisfied smirk from escaping her lips as the scene fades out.)
~*~*~
(When the scene fades back in we are instantly almost blinded by the raging sun. Through the glare bouncing back at us from the cards we can almost make out a jack of hearts and a three of clubs, but must shield them with our hand to make sure. We pull back to take in more of the scene to reveal Randy Boolzian standing around what we hope is an empty munitions crate surrounded by a group of young Marines all trying to make out their hold cards.)
BoolZ; “No, no, I just told him this gorgeous young woman is the Japanese Ambassadors daughter, she’s very sick, and needs some privacy. If he doesn’t let us into the Lincoln Bedroom that he’d be responsible for an international incident. Well the dummy bought it, and I had that petite little thing begging for mercy and ruining the sheets by the time I was done with her. That guard musta been Navy, huh?”
(From the distance Alex Kiseragi can be seen looking over the horizon while wallowing in his own self pity. Or possibly pride. Neither BoolZ or the Marines notice the Dragon.)
BoolZ and Marines; “hahahahahah.”
(The flop comes queen of spades, seven of diamonds, and jack of clubs.)
Marine; “How does that even happen? I’m out.”
Marine; “I raise, but still don’t know how that happens. You just meet this girl, and inside an hour you’re sticking it in her ass? I don’t think I believe it.”
Marine; “Dude, this is fucking BoolZ! It’s a fact. I call.”
BoolZ; “No, no, don’t believe it. She knows she didn’t walk out of that bedroom, and I know I was empty afterwards. That’s all that matters. And it’s not really that hard. Most women are just looking for a reason and a little convincing. I seem to be more than enough reason for most, and apparently can be very convincing. Just ask your sister. And I call.”
(There’s another round of laughter as the chips start to pile up in the center of the crate. The turn comes with a three of diamonds.)
Marine; “What you mean his four hundred pound pig farming sister or his rainbow brother sister?”
Marine; “She’s got a thyroid problem Andy. I call. And fuck at least she’s finally getting some!”
Marine; “I’ll raise and think I’ll spend the rest of my days trying not to picture that squealing swine sister of yours getting porked.”
BoolZ; “I call, but I never called your fat ass sister. I just couldn’t ever get that ‘sue-ey’ thing really going. Plus I was afraid she’d come… again.”
(A jack of diamonds comes on the river as the men seem in almost to good of a mood considering their surroundings.)
Marine; “Thyroid problem? Is that what they call a box of Twinkies for breakfast now?”
Marine; “No, but yo momma calls her box of Twonkies her only needed companion. I’m all in.”
Marines; “Twonkies? What the fuck are Twonkies? I fold.”
BoolZ; “A desperate made up word? I fold.”
(BoolZ mucks his hand, full house jacks over threes, as the four continue their banter and the cards are picked up to be reshuffled. BoolZ takes this opportunity to gesture he needs into the munitions case, and the Marines joyfully lift their drinks and chips allowing BoolZ to open the case, and produce a Red Bull from the icy confines. He motions to see if anyone else wants one, they all decline and the scene fades out as a new hand is dealt as the scene fades out.)
~*~*~
(When we come back we are clearly, unfortunately, in the mess tent. BoolZ tries his best to keep a good spirit, but can’t help his puzzled inquisitive scowl as he gazes at his ‘food’ while seated at a table with half a dozen Marines. Oddly enough they’re the only people in the tent save for the cook who watches intently.)
Marine; “Oh, come on BoolZy, eat up!”
BoolZ; “What is it?”
Marine; “Fuck if we know, but it tastes better than it looks.”
BoolZ; “Damn. I never thought I’d find anything that made Obese Tony’s crap look any less than… shit.”
Marine; “It aint that bad.”
BoolZ; “That bad, is kinda up for interpretation, right?”
Female Officer; “Oh, is the superstar to good for our food boys?”
BoolZ; “Hell you’re all to good for this food, my dogs to good for this food, fuck I doubt that fat load of a house boy Roberts has would eat this.”
Marine; “Hey, if you don’t want it can I have your cake?”
BoolZ; “Cake! Where’s the cake?”
Marine; “Maybe if you were here on time you’d know.”
BoolZ; “It’s not my fault I had to, uh…”
(BoolZ glances at the female officer before looking back at this ‘food’)
BoolZ; “uh… I got lost. I had to find the damn tent. The latrine smell made this the last one I checked.”
Marine; “You wish this smelled as good as the latrine.”
BoolZ; “I do! Hell right about now I think I’d rather be in the ring with Savana again.”
(One of the Marines throws his palm down on the table. He lifts his hand to reveal a crisp twenty dollar bill.)
Marine; “Aight, enough bullshit. I got twenty bucks says he pusses out, throws up, and runs crying to momma.”
(There is a round of general chaos as three more bills hit the table and two Marines hold on to their money having apparently sided with BoolZ. The Red Bull Icon looks at the men and woman, then produces his own bill fold before tossing it to the ‘won’t eat’ pile.)
BoolZ; “Man, I willingly get in the ring with Alex Kiseragi while knowing about his lifestyle. It takes a lot more than this stuff to make me sick.”
(Without hesitation he dives in and begins shoveling spoonful after spoonful into his mouth to the audible groans of each and every person in the tent. When he’s finished he looks up at the officer who attempts to hand him his bill fold back.)
BoolZ; “Nope, I lost. Keep it, and run with me in the morning.”
Female Officer; “Deal, we’ll all run.”
BoolZ; “Jeez, what was this stuff.”
Marine; “You don’t want to know dude, it’s just something we cook up for Day Ones in the base, but you will probably be sick.”
(The scene fades out as BoolZ gets a worried look and plays along to the joy of his hosts.)
~*~*~
(When the scene reopens we are standing on the dust covered tan unnamed streets of Baghdad. Amidst the strong military presence some life goes on like normal. The streets are busy for what is in reality a war zone, but business carries on. We focus in on BoolZ leaning against one such dusty wall smoking, drinking a Red Bull, and simply watching the people as they walk up and down the street.
Before to long a dirty Hummer pulls up with a screeching halt, the door swings open, and out steps Grace Harding with a genuinely concerned look. Once she sets her eyes on RBI, however, her mode instantly relaxes. She calmly walks to his left hand side, and takes a place against the wall in the shade.)
Grace; “Found you.”
BoolZ; “Finally. You almost seemed surprised I called you.”
(Noticing the wind was blowing his smoke in her direction he tries and fails to direct it away from Ms. Harding before snuffing it out under his shoe.)
Grace; “I was surprised I got a signal out there. I was surprised you made it off the base. I was surprised they hadn’t posted a clip of your torture yet, maybe. What are you doing out here?”
BoolZ; “Oh, you know. Just going for a stroll. I ran out of Red Bull, figured there had to be a store in town. I was right!”
(He says just before swigging from his can notices that do to the heat or happenstance her perspiration was helping the outline of her bra become visible through her white blouse.)
Grace; “Good. So you’ve seen the card?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I’ve seen it. Don’t want to talk it about it though.”
(He pauses to watch another women in full Burkha walks past. Their eyes lock, again, and she continues on.)
Grace; “This must be really hard for you.”
BoolZ; “Hard?”
Grace; “You know that’s not what I mean. Being surrounded by all these women fully clothed and of high moral standard.”
(Playfully.)
BoolZ; “Eh, what can you do?”
Grace; “I would try a barrel roll.”
(Finding it hard not to stare at this point.)
BoolZ; “Is that an offer?”
Grace; “I’ll divide by zero. Don’t think I won’t.”
BoolZ; “Ay, interweb huh?”
Grace; “What can you do?”
BoolZ; “Look for porn and demotivational posters?”
Grace; “I don’t think sir will pay a ransom for me.”
BoolZ; “I’m sure he would if given the choice. You’d probably be drugged up and introduced to the sex trade though.”
(He squints and takes an investigative posture towards Grace.)
BoolZ; “That would be bad right? I mean I’ve got… never mind. I’d be bad.”
Grace; “And who’d pay your ransom?”
BoolZ; “Oh, I’m sure I’d be introduced to the sex trade.”
Grace; “Looking forward to the drugged up spinster lovin’?”
BoolZ; “Who says they’d have to drug me?”
Grace; “I want to go back to base.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, that’s probably best.”
Grace; “Plus who knows. Maybe one of the nurses could help you out until we leave.”
BoolZ; “Eh, I made a deal with the commanding office. He lets me off base, and I don’t touch the enlisted. Officers were fare game though.”
(The two push off the wall, walk to the vehicle, and as BoolZ holds open the door for Grace.)
BoolZ; “Besides. The theory was true. The more repressed women are socially the wilder they are in bed.”
(The scene ends with BoolZ climbing into the Hummer and closing the door behind him.)
~*~*~
(When we come back BoolZ is alone in a tent. He takes his Converse All Stars off revealing the ointment covered bandages wrapped around his burnt feet while sitting on an almost comfortable but seemingly forbidden cot as the flap of the tent is pulled open. We look up to witness Mary-Joanna Roberts decked out in khaki skin tight short shorts and matching top stroll in on her high heels.)
BoolZ; “How the fuck do you keep finding me!? What is it? You have some kinda radar where you just hone in on a man’s potential?”
MJ; “Come now, Randal. MJ thought you’d be happy to see your commander and chief a few short days before we go to war.”
BoolZ; “War? MJ, I don’t want anything to do with your war. I wanted back in the ring, and I got it. That’s it. You got a chance to get your pet over, sorry that didn’t work out for ya, but we’re done.”
(MJ stands silent. If not for the obvious despicable streak that courses through her soul one might think she was speechless.)
BoolZ; “What? Surprised? Good, now get out.”
MJ; “No, Randal. Mary-Joanna is not surprised. Well she is, but for perhaps a different reason.”
BoolZ; “Really. Seriously, you’re still here.”
MJ; “See Randal, MJ is taken a back by the fact that perhaps the TWiSTeD Heiress was wrong. Mary-Jo, all this time, figured Travis pointed out your poor decision making as a way to cope with his inability to truly demonstrate his superiority to the Red Bull Icon. However it seems he may indeed be correct, and have you pegged.”
BoolZ; “Is that so? Well why don’t you go find him, and share this revelation?”
(She paused for effect not for BoolZ to speak, so she probably wasn’t really listening.)
MJ; “See, the TWiSTeD Matriarch was under the impression that even you could see the repercussions you would endure if Boss P were to win. You speak of your reinstatement, but apparently fail to connect that it was Boss P who first had you suspended. Do you think he’d keep you in the ring if MJ wasn’t encouraging the board of directors that your abilities can be best utilized in competition?”
BoolZ; “I’ll take that risk.”
MJ; “As long as you’re aware of the potential detrimental effect a Boss P victory could entail. Are you though, Randy? But perhaps you need more positive reinforcement. Because Mary-Joanna is positive that even if you were allowed to compete, Boss P would never make the mistake of giving you a chance at Travis Roberts again.”
BoolZ; “Like he could stop me.”
MJ; “But he can Randal! You know how this business works. Number One Contenderships are won, but number one contender matches are given. Surely who ever wins MJ’s war, this Power Struggle, will be the one to decide who gets what matches.”
(This time it’s RBI who seems speechless. He very well may be as he runs through different outcomes in his sleep deprived over sexed mind.)
MJ; “The choice is yours Randal. Lines are being drawn and forces assembled. There is a shift in the GIW power structure coming. You can either stand on the sidelines, watch the future of the GIW unfold, and accept what may or may not come. Or you can stand front and center, and take the spoils of wars.”
(Still silent BoolZ lights another cigarette as MJ turns to leave.)
BoolZ; “Fine! Don’t think for a minute I’m not doing this just for me. And don’t get confused. I’ll fight for you, but I’m not working for you.”
MJ; “Of course Randal.”
(Turning back to BoolZ.)
MJ; “Now, Alex Kiseragi this week. That web footed misogynist wants you two to put on a show, or so he’s said. In truth the TWiSTeD Matriarch believes he’s hoping the Dragon from No Holds Barred shows up, and tries to finish what he did to you leading into Affirmative Action. Instead MJ feels…”
BoolZ; “Like I said, MJ. You’re not my boss, yet. I’ll wrestle Kiseragi how I see fit, and that’s it. I mean he and I have a bit of a storied past, and he’s fun to beat. I mean he insults my friend so I beat him. I apparently offend his papa, so I beat him. He hands me the Hardcore belt, so I beat him, beat him again, and take the TFC belt. He kicks me out of a three story window, so I… oh shit I still owe him for that.”
MJ; “Randal, you should know Kiseragi is not at a hundred percent. Rumor has it he even attempted to beg that oily flightless mistake of evolution into giving him an extra week to heal. The TWiSTeD Princess understands your differences, but preys you realize what a valuable ally the Dragon could be.”
BoolZ; “He really tried to get out of this match? Well it’s still on, so I guess penguins really don’t eat worms. And potential ally or not, after taking liberties with another one of my friends three weeks ago I’m going to make him wish he’d stayed at poor little Katie’s bed in the hospital for the last month. Because now, I’m going to make her stay at his.”
(The scene fades to black as it ends leaving BoolZ and MJ to further discuss strategy.)
MJ; “Bird, that was the last straw! The TWiSTeD Princess sat by performing her duties to the only acceptable degree while you squandered and jeopardized the livelihood of every one associated with the GIW with your blatant incompetence! Those days are over you oily should be endangered species. When the dust settles MJ wants you to remember that it was you, your paranoia, that fired the shot and started this war! Mary-Joanna is going to make you wish your life turned out as you fulfilling your only potential on this planet, and that being of an omelet!”
Boss P; “WAR!?! BITCH YO WANNA A WAR DEN BOSS P’IZZLE GON GIB YO ASS A WAR, AN RIGHT NAW! BITCH DON’T MOVE, I’S GON GIT MA GAT, AN’ WHEN I GET’S BACK, I’MA FILL DAT ALWAYS FILLED ASS OF YUR’S WIT MA CAPS BITCHASSTWAT!”
(The curtain gives way again as Travis Roberts with the Unified Global Title slung heavily over his shoulder forces his way to the back ignoring or un-registering the scene before him. Roberts drudges on as Boss P waddles frantically to his office leaving Mary-Joanna to almost break character as now alone she can’t help a satisfied smirk from escaping her lips as the scene fades out.)
~*~*~
(When the scene fades back in we are instantly almost blinded by the raging sun. Through the glare bouncing back at us from the cards we can almost make out a jack of hearts and a three of clubs, but must shield them with our hand to make sure. We pull back to take in more of the scene to reveal Randy Boolzian standing around what we hope is an empty munitions crate surrounded by a group of young Marines all trying to make out their hold cards.)
BoolZ; “No, no, I just told him this gorgeous young woman is the Japanese Ambassadors daughter, she’s very sick, and needs some privacy. If he doesn’t let us into the Lincoln Bedroom that he’d be responsible for an international incident. Well the dummy bought it, and I had that petite little thing begging for mercy and ruining the sheets by the time I was done with her. That guard musta been Navy, huh?”
(From the distance Alex Kiseragi can be seen looking over the horizon while wallowing in his own self pity. Or possibly pride. Neither BoolZ or the Marines notice the Dragon.)
BoolZ and Marines; “hahahahahah.”
(The flop comes queen of spades, seven of diamonds, and jack of clubs.)
Marine; “How does that even happen? I’m out.”
Marine; “I raise, but still don’t know how that happens. You just meet this girl, and inside an hour you’re sticking it in her ass? I don’t think I believe it.”
Marine; “Dude, this is fucking BoolZ! It’s a fact. I call.”
BoolZ; “No, no, don’t believe it. She knows she didn’t walk out of that bedroom, and I know I was empty afterwards. That’s all that matters. And it’s not really that hard. Most women are just looking for a reason and a little convincing. I seem to be more than enough reason for most, and apparently can be very convincing. Just ask your sister. And I call.”
(There’s another round of laughter as the chips start to pile up in the center of the crate. The turn comes with a three of diamonds.)
Marine; “What you mean his four hundred pound pig farming sister or his rainbow brother sister?”
Marine; “She’s got a thyroid problem Andy. I call. And fuck at least she’s finally getting some!”
Marine; “I’ll raise and think I’ll spend the rest of my days trying not to picture that squealing swine sister of yours getting porked.”
BoolZ; “I call, but I never called your fat ass sister. I just couldn’t ever get that ‘sue-ey’ thing really going. Plus I was afraid she’d come… again.”
(A jack of diamonds comes on the river as the men seem in almost to good of a mood considering their surroundings.)
Marine; “Thyroid problem? Is that what they call a box of Twinkies for breakfast now?”
Marine; “No, but yo momma calls her box of Twonkies her only needed companion. I’m all in.”
Marines; “Twonkies? What the fuck are Twonkies? I fold.”
BoolZ; “A desperate made up word? I fold.”
(BoolZ mucks his hand, full house jacks over threes, as the four continue their banter and the cards are picked up to be reshuffled. BoolZ takes this opportunity to gesture he needs into the munitions case, and the Marines joyfully lift their drinks and chips allowing BoolZ to open the case, and produce a Red Bull from the icy confines. He motions to see if anyone else wants one, they all decline and the scene fades out as a new hand is dealt as the scene fades out.)
~*~*~
(When we come back we are clearly, unfortunately, in the mess tent. BoolZ tries his best to keep a good spirit, but can’t help his puzzled inquisitive scowl as he gazes at his ‘food’ while seated at a table with half a dozen Marines. Oddly enough they’re the only people in the tent save for the cook who watches intently.)
Marine; “Oh, come on BoolZy, eat up!”
BoolZ; “What is it?”
Marine; “Fuck if we know, but it tastes better than it looks.”
BoolZ; “Damn. I never thought I’d find anything that made Obese Tony’s crap look any less than… shit.”
Marine; “It aint that bad.”
BoolZ; “That bad, is kinda up for interpretation, right?”
Female Officer; “Oh, is the superstar to good for our food boys?”
BoolZ; “Hell you’re all to good for this food, my dogs to good for this food, fuck I doubt that fat load of a house boy Roberts has would eat this.”
Marine; “Hey, if you don’t want it can I have your cake?”
BoolZ; “Cake! Where’s the cake?”
Marine; “Maybe if you were here on time you’d know.”
BoolZ; “It’s not my fault I had to, uh…”
(BoolZ glances at the female officer before looking back at this ‘food’)
BoolZ; “uh… I got lost. I had to find the damn tent. The latrine smell made this the last one I checked.”
Marine; “You wish this smelled as good as the latrine.”
BoolZ; “I do! Hell right about now I think I’d rather be in the ring with Savana again.”
(One of the Marines throws his palm down on the table. He lifts his hand to reveal a crisp twenty dollar bill.)
Marine; “Aight, enough bullshit. I got twenty bucks says he pusses out, throws up, and runs crying to momma.”
(There is a round of general chaos as three more bills hit the table and two Marines hold on to their money having apparently sided with BoolZ. The Red Bull Icon looks at the men and woman, then produces his own bill fold before tossing it to the ‘won’t eat’ pile.)
BoolZ; “Man, I willingly get in the ring with Alex Kiseragi while knowing about his lifestyle. It takes a lot more than this stuff to make me sick.”
(Without hesitation he dives in and begins shoveling spoonful after spoonful into his mouth to the audible groans of each and every person in the tent. When he’s finished he looks up at the officer who attempts to hand him his bill fold back.)
BoolZ; “Nope, I lost. Keep it, and run with me in the morning.”
Female Officer; “Deal, we’ll all run.”
BoolZ; “Jeez, what was this stuff.”
Marine; “You don’t want to know dude, it’s just something we cook up for Day Ones in the base, but you will probably be sick.”
(The scene fades out as BoolZ gets a worried look and plays along to the joy of his hosts.)
~*~*~
(When the scene reopens we are standing on the dust covered tan unnamed streets of Baghdad. Amidst the strong military presence some life goes on like normal. The streets are busy for what is in reality a war zone, but business carries on. We focus in on BoolZ leaning against one such dusty wall smoking, drinking a Red Bull, and simply watching the people as they walk up and down the street.
Before to long a dirty Hummer pulls up with a screeching halt, the door swings open, and out steps Grace Harding with a genuinely concerned look. Once she sets her eyes on RBI, however, her mode instantly relaxes. She calmly walks to his left hand side, and takes a place against the wall in the shade.)
Grace; “Found you.”
BoolZ; “Finally. You almost seemed surprised I called you.”
(Noticing the wind was blowing his smoke in her direction he tries and fails to direct it away from Ms. Harding before snuffing it out under his shoe.)
Grace; “I was surprised I got a signal out there. I was surprised you made it off the base. I was surprised they hadn’t posted a clip of your torture yet, maybe. What are you doing out here?”
BoolZ; “Oh, you know. Just going for a stroll. I ran out of Red Bull, figured there had to be a store in town. I was right!”
(He says just before swigging from his can notices that do to the heat or happenstance her perspiration was helping the outline of her bra become visible through her white blouse.)
Grace; “Good. So you’ve seen the card?”
BoolZ; “Yeah, I’ve seen it. Don’t want to talk it about it though.”
(He pauses to watch another women in full Burkha walks past. Their eyes lock, again, and she continues on.)
Grace; “This must be really hard for you.”
BoolZ; “Hard?”
Grace; “You know that’s not what I mean. Being surrounded by all these women fully clothed and of high moral standard.”
(Playfully.)
BoolZ; “Eh, what can you do?”
Grace; “I would try a barrel roll.”
(Finding it hard not to stare at this point.)
BoolZ; “Is that an offer?”
Grace; “I’ll divide by zero. Don’t think I won’t.”
BoolZ; “Ay, interweb huh?”
Grace; “What can you do?”
BoolZ; “Look for porn and demotivational posters?”
Grace; “I don’t think sir will pay a ransom for me.”
BoolZ; “I’m sure he would if given the choice. You’d probably be drugged up and introduced to the sex trade though.”
(He squints and takes an investigative posture towards Grace.)
BoolZ; “That would be bad right? I mean I’ve got… never mind. I’d be bad.”
Grace; “And who’d pay your ransom?”
BoolZ; “Oh, I’m sure I’d be introduced to the sex trade.”
Grace; “Looking forward to the drugged up spinster lovin’?”
BoolZ; “Who says they’d have to drug me?”
Grace; “I want to go back to base.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, that’s probably best.”
Grace; “Plus who knows. Maybe one of the nurses could help you out until we leave.”
BoolZ; “Eh, I made a deal with the commanding office. He lets me off base, and I don’t touch the enlisted. Officers were fare game though.”
(The two push off the wall, walk to the vehicle, and as BoolZ holds open the door for Grace.)
BoolZ; “Besides. The theory was true. The more repressed women are socially the wilder they are in bed.”
(The scene ends with BoolZ climbing into the Hummer and closing the door behind him.)
~*~*~
(When we come back BoolZ is alone in a tent. He takes his Converse All Stars off revealing the ointment covered bandages wrapped around his burnt feet while sitting on an almost comfortable but seemingly forbidden cot as the flap of the tent is pulled open. We look up to witness Mary-Joanna Roberts decked out in khaki skin tight short shorts and matching top stroll in on her high heels.)
BoolZ; “How the fuck do you keep finding me!? What is it? You have some kinda radar where you just hone in on a man’s potential?”
MJ; “Come now, Randal. MJ thought you’d be happy to see your commander and chief a few short days before we go to war.”
BoolZ; “War? MJ, I don’t want anything to do with your war. I wanted back in the ring, and I got it. That’s it. You got a chance to get your pet over, sorry that didn’t work out for ya, but we’re done.”
(MJ stands silent. If not for the obvious despicable streak that courses through her soul one might think she was speechless.)
BoolZ; “What? Surprised? Good, now get out.”
MJ; “No, Randal. Mary-Joanna is not surprised. Well she is, but for perhaps a different reason.”
BoolZ; “Really. Seriously, you’re still here.”
MJ; “See Randal, MJ is taken a back by the fact that perhaps the TWiSTeD Heiress was wrong. Mary-Jo, all this time, figured Travis pointed out your poor decision making as a way to cope with his inability to truly demonstrate his superiority to the Red Bull Icon. However it seems he may indeed be correct, and have you pegged.”
BoolZ; “Is that so? Well why don’t you go find him, and share this revelation?”
(She paused for effect not for BoolZ to speak, so she probably wasn’t really listening.)
MJ; “See, the TWiSTeD Matriarch was under the impression that even you could see the repercussions you would endure if Boss P were to win. You speak of your reinstatement, but apparently fail to connect that it was Boss P who first had you suspended. Do you think he’d keep you in the ring if MJ wasn’t encouraging the board of directors that your abilities can be best utilized in competition?”
BoolZ; “I’ll take that risk.”
MJ; “As long as you’re aware of the potential detrimental effect a Boss P victory could entail. Are you though, Randy? But perhaps you need more positive reinforcement. Because Mary-Joanna is positive that even if you were allowed to compete, Boss P would never make the mistake of giving you a chance at Travis Roberts again.”
BoolZ; “Like he could stop me.”
MJ; “But he can Randal! You know how this business works. Number One Contenderships are won, but number one contender matches are given. Surely who ever wins MJ’s war, this Power Struggle, will be the one to decide who gets what matches.”
(This time it’s RBI who seems speechless. He very well may be as he runs through different outcomes in his sleep deprived over sexed mind.)
MJ; “The choice is yours Randal. Lines are being drawn and forces assembled. There is a shift in the GIW power structure coming. You can either stand on the sidelines, watch the future of the GIW unfold, and accept what may or may not come. Or you can stand front and center, and take the spoils of wars.”
(Still silent BoolZ lights another cigarette as MJ turns to leave.)
BoolZ; “Fine! Don’t think for a minute I’m not doing this just for me. And don’t get confused. I’ll fight for you, but I’m not working for you.”
MJ; “Of course Randal.”
(Turning back to BoolZ.)
MJ; “Now, Alex Kiseragi this week. That web footed misogynist wants you two to put on a show, or so he’s said. In truth the TWiSTeD Matriarch believes he’s hoping the Dragon from No Holds Barred shows up, and tries to finish what he did to you leading into Affirmative Action. Instead MJ feels…”
BoolZ; “Like I said, MJ. You’re not my boss, yet. I’ll wrestle Kiseragi how I see fit, and that’s it. I mean he and I have a bit of a storied past, and he’s fun to beat. I mean he insults my friend so I beat him. I apparently offend his papa, so I beat him. He hands me the Hardcore belt, so I beat him, beat him again, and take the TFC belt. He kicks me out of a three story window, so I… oh shit I still owe him for that.”
MJ; “Randal, you should know Kiseragi is not at a hundred percent. Rumor has it he even attempted to beg that oily flightless mistake of evolution into giving him an extra week to heal. The TWiSTeD Princess understands your differences, but preys you realize what a valuable ally the Dragon could be.”
BoolZ; “He really tried to get out of this match? Well it’s still on, so I guess penguins really don’t eat worms. And potential ally or not, after taking liberties with another one of my friends three weeks ago I’m going to make him wish he’d stayed at poor little Katie’s bed in the hospital for the last month. Because now, I’m going to make her stay at his.”
(The scene fades to black as it ends leaving BoolZ and MJ to further discuss strategy.)
