Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 26, 2009 0:04:07 GMT -5
(Our scene opens into the inside of a hotel room. The décor is nice but not extravagant. There are all the comforts of a temporary home. The bed is big and presumably plush. The couch is scotch guarded yet possibly stained. The carpeting is multicolored Berber, but hopefully clean. The door solid, heavy, and open.)
??; “Abra kadabra.”
(We now get a glimpse of BoolZ standing in the hallway looking to his left with a small room key held up for persuasion. We can’t here his words but his eyes tell an epic of the magnificence that they view, and then the subtle mix of disappointment overwhelmed by giddy satisfaction. He enters the room closing the door behind him, and wastes no time heading for the small mini-fridge held under the tiny kitchenette sink. Producing a Red Bull, he pops the top, flicks his Zippo, and surveys his surroundings while enjoying his smoke and drink as finally a frustrated glimmer of abandonment seeps into his gaze.)
BoolZ; “Screw this. Night’s still young.”
(With that RBI takes another two cans of Red Bull from the ice box, puts them both in the back pocket of his Dickies pants, takes the last cigarette from his pack, places it behind his ear, and then grabs a fresh count of twenty on his way out of the room. With that the Red Bull Icon leaves another hotel room and the scene fades out.
When we come back we’re following a few feet behind BoolZ as he exits the hotel lobby tossing his can of Red Bull into the proper receptacle. The clatter of empty aluminum in the all steel can draws the attention of one of the young ladies waiting for a cab with her friends. BoolZ doesn’t notice the group, but is quickly alerted to there presence.)
Blonde Haired Girl; “Oh, my BoolZy! I knew you’d come for us.”
(Now that everyone is aware of everyone’s whereabouts BoolZ can’t help the sly look of impending relief that’s spattered across his face.)
BoolZ; “Now what kinda performer would I be if I let down my biggest fans? It’s not like we’re filming an Auteur docu-mentia tonight right?”
Petite Brunette Lady; “Huh?”
BoolZ; “Forget about it. You girls coming?”
Busty Red Head; “Not yet! Who the hell was that bitch anyway? She almost got her ass beat!”
(As the three painfully fight to dance their way back to the BoolZ they are oblivious to the look disappointment and inescapable reaction. The girls giggle and bounce their way to Randy engulfing him in a sea of arms and tits as a taxi finally pulls up. Randy struggles free, opens the door, and then enters first.)
Randy; “You know. I didn’t fly across the world to fuck three whores from soho.”
(Speechless the whores have no option but watch as Randy shuts the door and the cab pulls off. Shocked they glance from one to the other to the third then down the street in both directions. The scene fades out as the realization that BoolZ took the only cab at this hour of night.
When we come back BoolZ is seen strolling into a very posh looking eatery. The doorman holds open the door stunned at BoolZ’s general trashy look as the Red Bull Icon pays the small man absolutely no attention. Quickly the matride cuts off the skuzzy looking RBI. The two share a silent moment both waiting for the other to start. BoolZ in response produces one of the Red Bulls from his back pocket, takes the cigarette from his ear, and starts both his habits again.)
Matride; “May I help you, sir?”
BoolZ; “I’m looking for a money grubbing leaky gutter probably here with her cosplaying midget sex slave.”
(Nothing. His words are met with a look of simply nothingness.)
Matride; “Right this way.”
(Before BoolZ can be shown another five feet they are intercepted by Mary-Joanna Roberts and eD cASe heading in the opposite direction. BoolZ stops causing the matride to look on confused.)
MJ; “Ah Randal, MJ had begun to think eDison hear failed to reach you. You’re late.”
BoolZ; “Yeah well, I had a lot of other stuff I’d rather do. What do you want?”
MJ; “Walk with us Randal.”
(MJ leads eD and BoolZ from the restaurant as the matride scans the floor. With a look of relief we see his target. A cartoonishly large breasted blond woman with massive orange peel sized lips sits waited on hand and foot by a midget in a cowboy costume.
Back to BoolZ and MJ now standing outside without eD. BoolZ puts out is cigarette, takes another drink from his can, and waits.)
BoolZ; “So?”
MJ; “Randal, how dedicated to this impending movement are you?”
BoolZ; “Not really. I just wanna stay in the ring and punish Dredd. And what happens? You put me in a match with Travis Roberts as my partner.”
MJ; “You’ll need help.”
BoolZ; “Probably… maybe… yeah I’m not so sure. I mean is Moss Edwards and Diamond Jack. Moss Edwards is the guy who needed help holding onto that .com title against you pet Toby. He’s made him very impressive title reign by avoiding people like me. And DJS! DJfriggin’S! Seriously. He won’t admit it, but facts is facts. And the fact is Gabby hadn’t neutered him until after I spent like straight month pummeling him leading into Battlegrounds last year. It’s been all down hill for the man after I got board beating him.
Plus hell look at that team, and then look at their match last week. I think they might actually not get along as me and your worst half. Your worst half, now that’s saying something. I mean Edwards is on a mission to prove he’s something worth watching, and Severino’s slowly proving that dot com title is just a repainted Womens belt. Glad it’s not being referred to as the new hardcore title though. Hell that belt actually did mean something.
Then again maybe I’m underestimating them. I mean they do have a lot in common. Being neither can beat me, and they’re both second fiddle to their women.”
MJ; “Wow. Does your new girlfriend know you think so little of her cousin?”
BoolZ; “I’m sure the feeling’s mutual, and don’t get me wrong. Moss is a champion, knows what he’s doing, and unquestionably one to beat in the GIW. Problem is though he still can’t beat RBI, and I’ve only not beat him… yet.”
MJ; “Fascinating. Back on topic you wouldn’t accept the help from another two time former champion?”
BoolZ; “Former? Brandon Brown coming back? I helped him make Global Domination look like the worthless jackasses they were. This could be fun. I get to work with Brandon again?”
(Slight annoyance on MJ’s face has become the norm as of late, and BoolZ loves it.)
MJ; “Someone who actually managed to keep up with the evolution of my GIW.”
BoolZ; “The only other former two time champion is Kiseragi… no. No I would not.”
MJ; “He did manage to beat you last week. That alone puts him a league with only Travis Roberts, and makes him someone the TWiSTeD Princess needs on her side.”
BoolZ; “No. Dredd managed to attack me, and let KisKis pick up the scraps. Rumor has it Dredd realized he was in for the kinda beating that Hastings and Chinatsu and Marek and Pax just simply cant match, and ran back to his little shit hole town to play bar wench for the rest of his days instead of getting in the ring with me straight up and receiving his whooping.”
MJ; “Regardless. Hastings is officially sided with that bird. Alex is on the fence having turned the penguin down, but failing to align with the TWiSTeD Mistress, which means we cannot lose the Dragon to an overzealous henchmen. Mary-Joanna wants you to ensure the Alex Kiseragi makes it through his match with Boss P’s new muscle safely. A showing of support now, and Kiseragi will fall in line.”
(MJ clears her throat causing BoolZ to turn his attention from the tall dark skinned woman from across the street back to MJ.)
BoolZ; “Huh, what, hey how could you team me up with Travis?”
(MJ knows BoolZ well enough, she knows Randy well enough, to know he heard her. She also knows what the end result will more than likely be.)
MJ; “Travis is clearly the bird’s biggest target. It only makes sense for the Blessed One to align with the TWiSTeD Goddess in this coming turmoil. You two need to arrive on the same page, and the soon that happens the better off we’ll all be. Think of this as a team building exercise.”
BoolZ; “I’m going to think of it as a pity lay. He’s not in any shape to get in the ring. It might as well be a handicap match.”
MJ; “Do not allow the impression from No Holds Barred cloud your judgment Randal. Travis is sore yes, beat up yes, parading around in a hilarious state of self delusion if he thinks everyone can’t see he can hardly breath with all that tape on his ribs yes, but he is still the Unified Global Champion. For a reason.”
(A small very Americanized stereotype foreign looking automobile pulls up to the two. eD quickly scurries from the drivers seat around to the back passenger side door, and opens it for MJ.)
BoolZ; “Who’s talking about No Holds Barred?”
(MJ rolls her eyes as she leans into the tiny car, and eD shuts the door behind her. She rolls down the window as the diminutive furry creature re-enters the drivers side.)
MJ; “Same page Randal!”
(With that the auto pulls off leaving BoolZ to finish his Red Bull as the scene fades out. When we come back BoolZ is seen leaning against the side of a fancy looking hotel. The doorman stares at the Red Bull Icon who puffs away at his cigarette. Before to long the rolling clickity clackity of what is now the familiar sounds of a skateboard cruising down a sidewalk is heard. Then the more familiar sound of Tate Levene’s panicked pre-fall outcry.)
Tate; “AHH!”
(Without warning Tate flies into view flinging a large take out order into the air, and takes out the doorman after being launched from his board. Instinctually BoolZ catches the bag housing the three white Styrofoam containers.)
Doorman; “Ah, get the hell off me fat ass! Fuck my liver!”
(BoolZ carrying the food in one hand and a cigarette in his lips strolls over to the carnage at the bottom of the hotel stairs, and pulls Tate off the doorman but not up. He then extends a hand to the doorman, and helps him to his feet.)
Tate; “Oh… ah… thank… thank the heavens… you saved my dinner.”
BoolZ; “Dinner? It’s like two in the morning. You’re really telling me you haven’t eaten at least one dinner yet?”
Tate; “I wasn’t done. Gran said I was done, but I was still hungry. And this is my fourth-ies”
(By now the odor from the bag is seeping into the air, and causing BoolZ’s nostrils to recoil in agony.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I gotta stop asking questions if I don’t really want the answer. What the hell’s in hear?”
(Tate now using the steps the get back to his portly feet reaches out to take back his food.)
Tate; “German sausage. I got an extra link for you if you want.”
BoolZ; “No, I don’t want. Where’s Travis? … DAMNIT ALL!”
(Still exasperated from the struggle against gravity Tate gestures for BoolZ to follow him, and the two enter the hotel. BoolZ slows himself down allowing the Travis’ chubby little funster to lead the way to the elevator. Once inside Tate reaches out with a tater tot like finger and mashes a button. As the doors start to close the rapid fire clicking of a high heels running on marble floors causes BoolZ to, again, instinctively hold open the doors.
An average height woman in her early twenties slides into the elevator, and almost immediately her head pulls back from the invasion of aroma from Tate’s dinner. The look of revolution quickly dissipates however as she then locks eyes with RBI. The doors slide shut, and instantly we’re standing in a hallway watching the elevator doors open. Tate to the right, the woman in the center against the wall, and BoolZ to the left still with locked eyes with the young perky lady.
Tate motions for BoolZ to exit the elevator. BoolZ insists Tate go first. Tate tries again to allow RBI to lead the way. BoolZ snatches the ‘food’ bag and tosses it into the hallway cause Tate to almost scramble after it. We see the woman reach up and across BoolZ to press a button on the elevator, and the doors slide closed ending our scene.)
??; “Abra kadabra.”
(We now get a glimpse of BoolZ standing in the hallway looking to his left with a small room key held up for persuasion. We can’t here his words but his eyes tell an epic of the magnificence that they view, and then the subtle mix of disappointment overwhelmed by giddy satisfaction. He enters the room closing the door behind him, and wastes no time heading for the small mini-fridge held under the tiny kitchenette sink. Producing a Red Bull, he pops the top, flicks his Zippo, and surveys his surroundings while enjoying his smoke and drink as finally a frustrated glimmer of abandonment seeps into his gaze.)
BoolZ; “Screw this. Night’s still young.”
(With that RBI takes another two cans of Red Bull from the ice box, puts them both in the back pocket of his Dickies pants, takes the last cigarette from his pack, places it behind his ear, and then grabs a fresh count of twenty on his way out of the room. With that the Red Bull Icon leaves another hotel room and the scene fades out.
When we come back we’re following a few feet behind BoolZ as he exits the hotel lobby tossing his can of Red Bull into the proper receptacle. The clatter of empty aluminum in the all steel can draws the attention of one of the young ladies waiting for a cab with her friends. BoolZ doesn’t notice the group, but is quickly alerted to there presence.)
Blonde Haired Girl; “Oh, my BoolZy! I knew you’d come for us.”
(Now that everyone is aware of everyone’s whereabouts BoolZ can’t help the sly look of impending relief that’s spattered across his face.)
BoolZ; “Now what kinda performer would I be if I let down my biggest fans? It’s not like we’re filming an Auteur docu-mentia tonight right?”
Petite Brunette Lady; “Huh?”
BoolZ; “Forget about it. You girls coming?”
Busty Red Head; “Not yet! Who the hell was that bitch anyway? She almost got her ass beat!”
(As the three painfully fight to dance their way back to the BoolZ they are oblivious to the look disappointment and inescapable reaction. The girls giggle and bounce their way to Randy engulfing him in a sea of arms and tits as a taxi finally pulls up. Randy struggles free, opens the door, and then enters first.)
Randy; “You know. I didn’t fly across the world to fuck three whores from soho.”
(Speechless the whores have no option but watch as Randy shuts the door and the cab pulls off. Shocked they glance from one to the other to the third then down the street in both directions. The scene fades out as the realization that BoolZ took the only cab at this hour of night.
When we come back BoolZ is seen strolling into a very posh looking eatery. The doorman holds open the door stunned at BoolZ’s general trashy look as the Red Bull Icon pays the small man absolutely no attention. Quickly the matride cuts off the skuzzy looking RBI. The two share a silent moment both waiting for the other to start. BoolZ in response produces one of the Red Bulls from his back pocket, takes the cigarette from his ear, and starts both his habits again.)
Matride; “May I help you, sir?”
BoolZ; “I’m looking for a money grubbing leaky gutter probably here with her cosplaying midget sex slave.”
(Nothing. His words are met with a look of simply nothingness.)
Matride; “Right this way.”
(Before BoolZ can be shown another five feet they are intercepted by Mary-Joanna Roberts and eD cASe heading in the opposite direction. BoolZ stops causing the matride to look on confused.)
MJ; “Ah Randal, MJ had begun to think eDison hear failed to reach you. You’re late.”
BoolZ; “Yeah well, I had a lot of other stuff I’d rather do. What do you want?”
MJ; “Walk with us Randal.”
(MJ leads eD and BoolZ from the restaurant as the matride scans the floor. With a look of relief we see his target. A cartoonishly large breasted blond woman with massive orange peel sized lips sits waited on hand and foot by a midget in a cowboy costume.
Back to BoolZ and MJ now standing outside without eD. BoolZ puts out is cigarette, takes another drink from his can, and waits.)
BoolZ; “So?”
MJ; “Randal, how dedicated to this impending movement are you?”
BoolZ; “Not really. I just wanna stay in the ring and punish Dredd. And what happens? You put me in a match with Travis Roberts as my partner.”
MJ; “You’ll need help.”
BoolZ; “Probably… maybe… yeah I’m not so sure. I mean is Moss Edwards and Diamond Jack. Moss Edwards is the guy who needed help holding onto that .com title against you pet Toby. He’s made him very impressive title reign by avoiding people like me. And DJS! DJfriggin’S! Seriously. He won’t admit it, but facts is facts. And the fact is Gabby hadn’t neutered him until after I spent like straight month pummeling him leading into Battlegrounds last year. It’s been all down hill for the man after I got board beating him.
Plus hell look at that team, and then look at their match last week. I think they might actually not get along as me and your worst half. Your worst half, now that’s saying something. I mean Edwards is on a mission to prove he’s something worth watching, and Severino’s slowly proving that dot com title is just a repainted Womens belt. Glad it’s not being referred to as the new hardcore title though. Hell that belt actually did mean something.
Then again maybe I’m underestimating them. I mean they do have a lot in common. Being neither can beat me, and they’re both second fiddle to their women.”
MJ; “Wow. Does your new girlfriend know you think so little of her cousin?”
BoolZ; “I’m sure the feeling’s mutual, and don’t get me wrong. Moss is a champion, knows what he’s doing, and unquestionably one to beat in the GIW. Problem is though he still can’t beat RBI, and I’ve only not beat him… yet.”
MJ; “Fascinating. Back on topic you wouldn’t accept the help from another two time former champion?”
BoolZ; “Former? Brandon Brown coming back? I helped him make Global Domination look like the worthless jackasses they were. This could be fun. I get to work with Brandon again?”
(Slight annoyance on MJ’s face has become the norm as of late, and BoolZ loves it.)
MJ; “Someone who actually managed to keep up with the evolution of my GIW.”
BoolZ; “The only other former two time champion is Kiseragi… no. No I would not.”
MJ; “He did manage to beat you last week. That alone puts him a league with only Travis Roberts, and makes him someone the TWiSTeD Princess needs on her side.”
BoolZ; “No. Dredd managed to attack me, and let KisKis pick up the scraps. Rumor has it Dredd realized he was in for the kinda beating that Hastings and Chinatsu and Marek and Pax just simply cant match, and ran back to his little shit hole town to play bar wench for the rest of his days instead of getting in the ring with me straight up and receiving his whooping.”
MJ; “Regardless. Hastings is officially sided with that bird. Alex is on the fence having turned the penguin down, but failing to align with the TWiSTeD Mistress, which means we cannot lose the Dragon to an overzealous henchmen. Mary-Joanna wants you to ensure the Alex Kiseragi makes it through his match with Boss P’s new muscle safely. A showing of support now, and Kiseragi will fall in line.”
(MJ clears her throat causing BoolZ to turn his attention from the tall dark skinned woman from across the street back to MJ.)
BoolZ; “Huh, what, hey how could you team me up with Travis?”
(MJ knows BoolZ well enough, she knows Randy well enough, to know he heard her. She also knows what the end result will more than likely be.)
MJ; “Travis is clearly the bird’s biggest target. It only makes sense for the Blessed One to align with the TWiSTeD Goddess in this coming turmoil. You two need to arrive on the same page, and the soon that happens the better off we’ll all be. Think of this as a team building exercise.”
BoolZ; “I’m going to think of it as a pity lay. He’s not in any shape to get in the ring. It might as well be a handicap match.”
MJ; “Do not allow the impression from No Holds Barred cloud your judgment Randal. Travis is sore yes, beat up yes, parading around in a hilarious state of self delusion if he thinks everyone can’t see he can hardly breath with all that tape on his ribs yes, but he is still the Unified Global Champion. For a reason.”
(A small very Americanized stereotype foreign looking automobile pulls up to the two. eD quickly scurries from the drivers seat around to the back passenger side door, and opens it for MJ.)
BoolZ; “Who’s talking about No Holds Barred?”
(MJ rolls her eyes as she leans into the tiny car, and eD shuts the door behind her. She rolls down the window as the diminutive furry creature re-enters the drivers side.)
MJ; “Same page Randal!”
(With that the auto pulls off leaving BoolZ to finish his Red Bull as the scene fades out. When we come back BoolZ is seen leaning against the side of a fancy looking hotel. The doorman stares at the Red Bull Icon who puffs away at his cigarette. Before to long the rolling clickity clackity of what is now the familiar sounds of a skateboard cruising down a sidewalk is heard. Then the more familiar sound of Tate Levene’s panicked pre-fall outcry.)
Tate; “AHH!”
(Without warning Tate flies into view flinging a large take out order into the air, and takes out the doorman after being launched from his board. Instinctually BoolZ catches the bag housing the three white Styrofoam containers.)
Doorman; “Ah, get the hell off me fat ass! Fuck my liver!”
(BoolZ carrying the food in one hand and a cigarette in his lips strolls over to the carnage at the bottom of the hotel stairs, and pulls Tate off the doorman but not up. He then extends a hand to the doorman, and helps him to his feet.)
Tate; “Oh… ah… thank… thank the heavens… you saved my dinner.”
BoolZ; “Dinner? It’s like two in the morning. You’re really telling me you haven’t eaten at least one dinner yet?”
Tate; “I wasn’t done. Gran said I was done, but I was still hungry. And this is my fourth-ies”
(By now the odor from the bag is seeping into the air, and causing BoolZ’s nostrils to recoil in agony.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I gotta stop asking questions if I don’t really want the answer. What the hell’s in hear?”
(Tate now using the steps the get back to his portly feet reaches out to take back his food.)
Tate; “German sausage. I got an extra link for you if you want.”
BoolZ; “No, I don’t want. Where’s Travis? … DAMNIT ALL!”
(Still exasperated from the struggle against gravity Tate gestures for BoolZ to follow him, and the two enter the hotel. BoolZ slows himself down allowing the Travis’ chubby little funster to lead the way to the elevator. Once inside Tate reaches out with a tater tot like finger and mashes a button. As the doors start to close the rapid fire clicking of a high heels running on marble floors causes BoolZ to, again, instinctively hold open the doors.
An average height woman in her early twenties slides into the elevator, and almost immediately her head pulls back from the invasion of aroma from Tate’s dinner. The look of revolution quickly dissipates however as she then locks eyes with RBI. The doors slide shut, and instantly we’re standing in a hallway watching the elevator doors open. Tate to the right, the woman in the center against the wall, and BoolZ to the left still with locked eyes with the young perky lady.
Tate motions for BoolZ to exit the elevator. BoolZ insists Tate go first. Tate tries again to allow RBI to lead the way. BoolZ snatches the ‘food’ bag and tosses it into the hallway cause Tate to almost scramble after it. We see the woman reach up and across BoolZ to press a button on the elevator, and the doors slide closed ending our scene.)
