Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 26, 2009 0:06:08 GMT -5
(Our scene opens to the sun setting over the Pacific Ocean. From our vantage point from the shores of Puerto Vallarta we can see couples and lovers held together by the moment, a brilliant green flash as the sun finally dips below the horizon, Grace Harding with a quizzically frustrated expression as she gives up on trying to open a bottle of Fanta as she licks her finger, and Randy Boolzian completely utterly fantastically lost in thought.)
{{We’re instantly shown the first time we’ve seen that green flash of the setting sun. The bon fire roars as the sounds of crashing waves and joyous youthful laughter fill the air. From the distorted flash of the mirror like car window we turn to see a younger longer haired addicted Randy Boolzian looking back as he disappears and an innocently tragic Maddy Misajon and her boyfriend the heroic golden boy Ashton McCourt enter the scene.
Ash – RAN! There ya are buddy. Asked ya a question, bro.
Ran – Huh? Oh yeah, uh, fuck I don’t know. Never measured, but it’s pretty fuckin’ big.
Her laugh is complete, whole, and holy. And smile radiates with a light of a thousand setting sets or a thousand power plants in melt down.
Ash – Dude. No man, I asked if you remembered the coat hangers. What the hell man? Why do you always turn everything into sex?
Ran – I generally keeps people from asking follow up questions.
Our view pans down as we’re now over the sitting, cuddling, snuggling, embraced couple. We start to walk away. He had to leave. It was only but two days ago that he and Maddy ultimately betrayed their savior. It had only been but two short hours since he followed her from the public rest room. It would only be two excruciatingly long months until the accident. He should have stayed in Guadalajara or taken the drive to Mexico City.}}
*SQUEEK-A*
(In a flash we’re back to present day and watching as an alarmed BoolZ clutches at his ear while scowling back at a giggling Grace who over exaggeratingly wipes the remaining spittle from her finger.)
Grace; “There you are. Thought I lost you for a minute.”
BoolZ; “You just violated my ear! Wait, that means it’s my turn to violate you now, right?”
Grace; “I know where you’ve been. You keep your fingers away from my ear.”
(Grace hands the bottle of Fanta to BoolZ who instinctually twists it open before handing back. Grace almost teasingly whisks back the one strand of hair, if it was even out of place, behind her left ear.)
BoolZ; “Whoa, wait, you’re not actually going to drink that are you?”
Grace; “What? Why not?”
BoolZ; “Is it clean?”
Grace; “It’s not bottled here.”
BoolZ; “Was it in a bucket of ice or did you rinse it off?”
(Without a word Grace twists the top back on the bottle and sets it down.)
Grace; “Ice? Maybe. Oh god my eyes are going to rot out. I didn’t drink it though, so I don’t think I’m in danger of lymphoma of the larynx. So what were you thinking about?”
BoolZ; “Lymphoma of the larynx? I don’t know. Maybe you should let me have a gander.”
Grace; “I don’t know why I continue to associate with you sometimes.”
BoolZ; “Secretly preying to catch some of my overflow?”
Grace; “God knows what I’d get from your ‘overflow’.”
BoolZ; “Well that or sometimes it’s nice to go sight seeing without taking notes on potential future location shoots.”
(Not amused by the slight jab at her cousin, but hardly objecting.)
Grace; “Alright. What about you? I’m probably the only woman you haven’t bedded as much as we see of each other. What is it? The challenge?”
BoolZ; “No, I’m just hoping that one day you catch some of my overflow and I’m there to watch.”
Grace; “If ever…”
BoolZ; “Let’s just get out of here before the conversation gets too weird.”
Grace; “I make you nervous?”
BoolZ; “You make me horny, and I’d feel bad ditching you out here to chilidog a local chic.”
Grace; “What if I…”
BoolZ; “No. No. No. We should head back.”
(Our scene fades out as the two slowly stroll away from the now dark beach. When we fade back in we’re standing in a magnificent five star hotel bar. We survey the surroundings until finally resting on Mary-Joanna sitting poised as ever at a small table with her long slender legs crossed. She holds in front of her a stack of reports, to her side a tall wine glass, and on her face a confident and pleased smile. We watch as she raises an eyebrow to look over her document and down at eD cASe who had nervously approached the table. Her smile is unshakeable, and the sight of her pearly whites relaxes eD’s demeanor.)
eD; “Oh, good. I thought you’d still be upset.”
MJ; “Why eDison, why on earth would the TWiSTeD Matriarch be upset?”
eD; “Oh, don’t make me say it. You’re going to take it out on me.”
MJ; “What is it eDison?”
(eD’s beady little eyes dart around the room nervously. Perhaps planning his escape route.)
eD; “Well, uh, uhm, well I mean Sentinel didn’t exactly go as planned. Right?”
(After a brief chuckle.)
MJ; “My dear eDison. Sentinel could not have transpired better if Mary-Joanna had scripted the events herself.”
eD; “But uh, Moss Edwards lost the dot com title?”
MJ; “No. Boss P proved beyond a shadow of whatever doubt No Holds Barred left behind that Chassie Fear simply cannot match Moss Edwards. Hence the scheme to take his wrestling title away by removing him from the wrestling match. Besides he couldn’t even keep poor little Gracie from evoking her revenge that very night.”
(Taking a seat across from his employer.)
eD; “Well, uh, what about, what about Severino losing to Kiseragi? And you wanted Kiseragi on your team!”
MJ; “Really eDison, Mary-Jo feels justified in expecting more from you. Alex owes every bit of notoriety he’s somehow managed to garner to that Yari Kick of his, and Diamond Jack kicked out of it. Alex is hardly a one trick pony, but he’s no stallion. Just a mule who relies as much on subterfuge and deceit as he does on his one big kick.”
eD; “Well what about Travis getting mauled and possibly castrated?”
(MJ takes a moment to think about Travis Roberts being castrated and smiles the most honest emotion she’s shown in the GIW.)
MJ; “What on earth would be wrong with that? Besides you are failing to recognize that it just further demonstrates Boss P’s state of panic. He could not truthfully believe his giant man servant could possibly defeat Travis with his number one contenders’ personal man servant officiating, so he changed the rules, interfered, and then had Donovan and his very own dreg attack the Headliner after the match. Desperation is a wonderful thing to witness.”
eD; “Well what about the main event!”
MJ; “Classic. Simply classic. Here you have Boss P believing himself to be on a roll decimating MJ’s Boys, and so he has to go to whole new lengths for Randal. Not only does he alter the match to be a handicap match, but he then proceeds to utilize extra security to further enhance the odds for his number one contender to gain some measure of victory over little old Randal. The end result of course being that that Red Bull Icon was simply to much for half of that oily little bird’s troops, and the night ended in a stalemate.
That main event was simply the icing on the cake on a night that showed that against what ever obstacles our soon to be former enforcer can conjure up he cannot best the TWiSTeD Princess’s army, or even BoolZ alone.”
*CLAP… CLAP… CLAP*
(MJ and eD both turn to see Travis Roberts standing with his Chubby Little Funster.)
Travis; “Oh, dear MJ. How the Blessed One has forgotten how much fun your delusional little breaks from reality could be. It reminds the Headliner of what was mistaken as better times. But now allow the TWiSTeD Gorilla to remind you of something. As much faith as you place in Randy Boolzian surely even you know he is not The Most Influential Man in Sports Entertainment this Millennia, and after Break for the Border when that flightless bird is banished it will be at the hands of the TWiSTeD Icon. No one else.”
MJ; “Ah, Travis. How good of you to finally crawl or hobble out of your bed, and venture out into the real world. Now please, have a seat, join MJ, and allow the True Mind Behind TWiSTeD enlighten and educate you in regards to ‘influence ’.”
(Travis pulls out the chair that eD is sitting in, and takes a seat. eD narrowly avoids being crushed as he dives to the floor.)
Travis; “This will simply be to good to miss.”
(eD stands up looking at Tate before he quickly hands his fur covered head in shame. The scene fades out as eD walks away from the beginning banter at the table while Tate gives chase to talk about his favorite subject. Travis Roberts.)
{{When the scene fades back in we’re back in Oceanside California. We’re back to the scene and the rubble of BoolZ’s first house. The coroner has just left with Quinn’s charred remains, and BoolZ stands amidst the destruction clutching the pair of pure cotton panties from Maddy. From off of Quinn’s unconscious body. We remember and instantly recognize the faint smell of Maddy’s jasmine perfume. We navigate back to the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile.
Maddy – Randy you need a vacation. Come on. We can leave all this behind, and be in Guadalajara by night fall. Randy! Randy, are you at least going to talk to me?
BoolZ – Not today.
Before we know it we’re at that picnic table where Ran and Maddy first set in motion the events that make or ruin their lives. BoolZ still showing the wounds from Horizons. Maddy reflecting the scars from behind her and Jeremy’s front door under her new well worn Betty Page hoodie.
BoolZ – …we can be in Guadalajara by…
Maddy – Ran, Ran, RAN STOP! I’m married.
We’re still at that picnic table off to the corner of the park. We’re back to the time leading to Ran becoming BoolZ. We’re joined by Ashton McCourt. Clearly seen as we brush the long greasy hair from our eyes.
Ash – So, yeah. I’m thinking about asking Maddy to marry me. What do you think?
Ran – Hell if that’s what you want to do. I mean fuck I’m pound her up the ass and dump so much jizz in her that it’d seep from her pores. That’s gotta…
Ash – DUDE! Why the hell do I even ask you shit like that?
*SPANK!*
(Instantly we’re brought back to the present day, not two sun sets have past since Randy and Grace watched from this same spot, and BoolZ turns his attention from the setting sun over the Pacific Ocean to Mary-Joanna rubbing her hand from the sting from RBI’s backside.)
BoolZ; “WHAT!”
MJ; “Oh, come now Randal. Surely you missed MJ, or at least knew she was coming. It’s tradition.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, tradition. No I think the last few drops of cum have finally dripped from your canyon like cunt, and now you want a refill.”
MJ; “Oh, how cute. You’re trying to run MJ off. That’s not going to work by the way. The TWiSTeD Visionary needs to assure you’re not going to fail at another task she’s assigned to you.”
(BoolZ shakes his head in sheer bewilderment in stark contrast to MJ’s powerful glare.)
BoolZ; “Fail? How in the hell could I possibly fail?”
MJ; “Need Mary-Jo to remind you of your opponents? Firstly, Chassie Fear. The current dot com champion.”
BoolZ; “No shit is that who that was. I thought Dredd just shrunk and had a pair of tits put on him. Damn I guess he did just up and run away once it set in that he had to face me. Chassie’s not a problem.”
MJ; “She likes to fight, Randal. Don’t take her too lightly.”
BoolZ; “No she likes to say she likes to fight. She likes to pretend that like Dredd it’s all about the fight. Win, lose, or draw she wants people to believe it doesn’t matter because she’ll kick your ass anyway. In reality though she’s a hypocrite plain and simple. She couldn’t beat Moss for that same title after like six weeks of hounding him, even getting Raenius to help her out, beat him up and fail again, so she sells out to that bird to get her the belt without pinning Edwards. She’ll be a non-factor who says she likes to fight, but can’t win a fight, so she politics. She’s worse than you, and reeks of last second addition because that pigeon couldn’t find anyone else.”
(MJ masterfully fights back her overconfident grin. She pushes it aside, and brings forth a well practiced look of concern.)
MJ; “Very well, it’s clear that you won’t be convinced to take the Dark Rose seriously. What about Damascus? You saw what he did to Travis last week.”
BoolZ; “Damascus? Seriously. Peter Damascus. C’mon, MJ this aint bumfights.com and I’m not some indy waste of time that can string together two moves unless they happen to be punch, kick. Hell I wouldn’t be all surprised if the big stage lights blinded him into non-action. That or he slips into a euphoria coma when he pisses himself again. That damn hobo is probably too concerned with what trashcan he’s gonna find his next meal in or which women he’s gonna beat up next to even pay attention to the GIW. Hell I bet he doesn’t even know how big it is to be facing a team you put together with Travis on it. Probably still thinks you’re happily married, and has no idea about the very long and drawn out divorce proceedings you two are going through that led YOU to acquire Travis’ house. You kicking him out of his very own home, made him homeless, made him shack up with McZygmunt in some halfway house with a bunch of rejects and Joka and that shit head Declan, and now you’ve somehow managed to get Roberts on your side. All the while box car Willy just keeps visioning manhandling his opponent’s janglies.
Speaking of his opponents. Who’s he actually shown any competence in fighting besides some random women? No one, but again Boss P didn’t have a choice. He couldn’t find anyone respectable to face me, so he found a coward and a bum. Hell rumor has it he even paid that urban survivalist in cans. Two thirds of his team bought with tin, and he expects them to hold up against me? Before Damascus gets in my ring he’s gonna wiz his pants at the thought, then I’ll dump him on head, steal his cans, and leave him in a Mexican gutter where he belongs.”
(She can’t help it and has to look away. He knows her too well, and she’s too close to give it away now. After recomposing herself she looks back.)
MJ; “Fine, then you’re going to underestimate Damascus too! You at least you have to admit Kiseragi, only the second man in the GIW to do it, pinned you just a few short weeks ago. Please tell MJ, you’re not dismissing him too.”
BoolZ; “AKis! Yeah, no he pinned me and I’m sure he’s very proud of it. And why wouldn’t he be? He was proud about his first title reign even though it was dirty. Hell he was proud of his second even though it followed my destroying Roberts, him sneaking in, and picking up the scraps. Then he lost it on the next card. Then I proceeded to beat on, pin him cleanly before his rematch, then beat on him until he finally succumbed to idea that attempted suicide was the only way he’d ever get me to lay off, and stop hurting him. Then he lost his rematch! But he’s proud. Just like he’s proud of beating up little girls and trying to maim her teacher all in the name of he’s too much of a pussy to pick up a damn phone. But he’s proud, and honorable, and righteous. Just like he’s proud to pin me, but only after Dredd hands him the victory. Yeah he’s got a lot to be proud of. His dear old alienated papa’s got a lot to be proud of. Poor little broken necked never trained Katie’s got a lot to be proud of.
But yeah, I’m not dismissing him. I’d say we’re probably about even. I mean I cost him titles, then overshadow his rematch, and point out his back fighting ways every chance I can. And he hides behind Travis Roberts victories, Dredd doing all his work, a few desperate measures, and not being able to put me away in a handicapped match. Yeah that sounds about even, right? More or less?
Couple that with the fact that I gift wrapped Kiseragi for team fish bird, and how could you possibly think I’m overlooking the Dragon? Hell more than anything else I’m looking forward to showing that for all his tricks, all his imaginary importance, all his bullshit accomplishments, all his wrongs he must right he’s just not at my level. I savor every chance I get to smack that little douche around. Dismissing the Dragon? I’m going to dismantle KisKis!”
(MJ clutches her hands over mouth and turns on an icy stare at RBI.)
BoolZ; “Damnit! And was in a halfway good mood.”
MJ; “You had better not ‘Horizons’ Break for the Border Randal. MJ will not accept you failing again. RANDAL YOU GET BACK HERE!”
(It is unclear if he heard MJ’s screaming, but the rest of the beach did. The Red Bull Icon though clearly makes no attempt to acknowledge MJ, and simply walks away. After a few seconds eD scurries up to one of his employers.)
eD; “Why are you smiling? That didn’t seem to go very well.”
MJ; “Oh, eDison. Mary-Jo is in a fantastic mood, so she will humor your enquiry. See everything is unfolding perfectly. Jason Reeves tells me Diamond Jack seemingly has figured out what he should have been fighting for instead of spinning his wheels. He had to do that on his own, and it appears he has. Moss Edwards needed to be reassured and have his dot com reign validated by the trust MJ shows in his abilities. Randal easily enough needs to believe that Mary-Joanna expects him to fail again. He’ll fight harder and succeed now just to spite the TWiSTeD Princess. This Power Struggle could not have worked out better for the TWiSTeD Puppeteer if she had scripted it herself.”
(The scene ends with MJ gazing out over the now moonlit ocean. eD though remains back, concerned, and possibly bothered by the fact that he is responsible for both MJ and Boss P in the GIW.)
{{We’re instantly shown the first time we’ve seen that green flash of the setting sun. The bon fire roars as the sounds of crashing waves and joyous youthful laughter fill the air. From the distorted flash of the mirror like car window we turn to see a younger longer haired addicted Randy Boolzian looking back as he disappears and an innocently tragic Maddy Misajon and her boyfriend the heroic golden boy Ashton McCourt enter the scene.
Ash – RAN! There ya are buddy. Asked ya a question, bro.
Ran – Huh? Oh yeah, uh, fuck I don’t know. Never measured, but it’s pretty fuckin’ big.
Her laugh is complete, whole, and holy. And smile radiates with a light of a thousand setting sets or a thousand power plants in melt down.
Ash – Dude. No man, I asked if you remembered the coat hangers. What the hell man? Why do you always turn everything into sex?
Ran – I generally keeps people from asking follow up questions.
Our view pans down as we’re now over the sitting, cuddling, snuggling, embraced couple. We start to walk away. He had to leave. It was only but two days ago that he and Maddy ultimately betrayed their savior. It had only been but two short hours since he followed her from the public rest room. It would only be two excruciatingly long months until the accident. He should have stayed in Guadalajara or taken the drive to Mexico City.}}
*SQUEEK-A*
(In a flash we’re back to present day and watching as an alarmed BoolZ clutches at his ear while scowling back at a giggling Grace who over exaggeratingly wipes the remaining spittle from her finger.)
Grace; “There you are. Thought I lost you for a minute.”
BoolZ; “You just violated my ear! Wait, that means it’s my turn to violate you now, right?”
Grace; “I know where you’ve been. You keep your fingers away from my ear.”
(Grace hands the bottle of Fanta to BoolZ who instinctually twists it open before handing back. Grace almost teasingly whisks back the one strand of hair, if it was even out of place, behind her left ear.)
BoolZ; “Whoa, wait, you’re not actually going to drink that are you?”
Grace; “What? Why not?”
BoolZ; “Is it clean?”
Grace; “It’s not bottled here.”
BoolZ; “Was it in a bucket of ice or did you rinse it off?”
(Without a word Grace twists the top back on the bottle and sets it down.)
Grace; “Ice? Maybe. Oh god my eyes are going to rot out. I didn’t drink it though, so I don’t think I’m in danger of lymphoma of the larynx. So what were you thinking about?”
BoolZ; “Lymphoma of the larynx? I don’t know. Maybe you should let me have a gander.”
Grace; “I don’t know why I continue to associate with you sometimes.”
BoolZ; “Secretly preying to catch some of my overflow?”
Grace; “God knows what I’d get from your ‘overflow’.”
BoolZ; “Well that or sometimes it’s nice to go sight seeing without taking notes on potential future location shoots.”
(Not amused by the slight jab at her cousin, but hardly objecting.)
Grace; “Alright. What about you? I’m probably the only woman you haven’t bedded as much as we see of each other. What is it? The challenge?”
BoolZ; “No, I’m just hoping that one day you catch some of my overflow and I’m there to watch.”
Grace; “If ever…”
BoolZ; “Let’s just get out of here before the conversation gets too weird.”
Grace; “I make you nervous?”
BoolZ; “You make me horny, and I’d feel bad ditching you out here to chilidog a local chic.”
Grace; “What if I…”
BoolZ; “No. No. No. We should head back.”
(Our scene fades out as the two slowly stroll away from the now dark beach. When we fade back in we’re standing in a magnificent five star hotel bar. We survey the surroundings until finally resting on Mary-Joanna sitting poised as ever at a small table with her long slender legs crossed. She holds in front of her a stack of reports, to her side a tall wine glass, and on her face a confident and pleased smile. We watch as she raises an eyebrow to look over her document and down at eD cASe who had nervously approached the table. Her smile is unshakeable, and the sight of her pearly whites relaxes eD’s demeanor.)
eD; “Oh, good. I thought you’d still be upset.”
MJ; “Why eDison, why on earth would the TWiSTeD Matriarch be upset?”
eD; “Oh, don’t make me say it. You’re going to take it out on me.”
MJ; “What is it eDison?”
(eD’s beady little eyes dart around the room nervously. Perhaps planning his escape route.)
eD; “Well, uh, uhm, well I mean Sentinel didn’t exactly go as planned. Right?”
(After a brief chuckle.)
MJ; “My dear eDison. Sentinel could not have transpired better if Mary-Joanna had scripted the events herself.”
eD; “But uh, Moss Edwards lost the dot com title?”
MJ; “No. Boss P proved beyond a shadow of whatever doubt No Holds Barred left behind that Chassie Fear simply cannot match Moss Edwards. Hence the scheme to take his wrestling title away by removing him from the wrestling match. Besides he couldn’t even keep poor little Gracie from evoking her revenge that very night.”
(Taking a seat across from his employer.)
eD; “Well, uh, what about, what about Severino losing to Kiseragi? And you wanted Kiseragi on your team!”
MJ; “Really eDison, Mary-Jo feels justified in expecting more from you. Alex owes every bit of notoriety he’s somehow managed to garner to that Yari Kick of his, and Diamond Jack kicked out of it. Alex is hardly a one trick pony, but he’s no stallion. Just a mule who relies as much on subterfuge and deceit as he does on his one big kick.”
eD; “Well what about Travis getting mauled and possibly castrated?”
(MJ takes a moment to think about Travis Roberts being castrated and smiles the most honest emotion she’s shown in the GIW.)
MJ; “What on earth would be wrong with that? Besides you are failing to recognize that it just further demonstrates Boss P’s state of panic. He could not truthfully believe his giant man servant could possibly defeat Travis with his number one contenders’ personal man servant officiating, so he changed the rules, interfered, and then had Donovan and his very own dreg attack the Headliner after the match. Desperation is a wonderful thing to witness.”
eD; “Well what about the main event!”
MJ; “Classic. Simply classic. Here you have Boss P believing himself to be on a roll decimating MJ’s Boys, and so he has to go to whole new lengths for Randal. Not only does he alter the match to be a handicap match, but he then proceeds to utilize extra security to further enhance the odds for his number one contender to gain some measure of victory over little old Randal. The end result of course being that that Red Bull Icon was simply to much for half of that oily little bird’s troops, and the night ended in a stalemate.
That main event was simply the icing on the cake on a night that showed that against what ever obstacles our soon to be former enforcer can conjure up he cannot best the TWiSTeD Princess’s army, or even BoolZ alone.”
*CLAP… CLAP… CLAP*
(MJ and eD both turn to see Travis Roberts standing with his Chubby Little Funster.)
Travis; “Oh, dear MJ. How the Blessed One has forgotten how much fun your delusional little breaks from reality could be. It reminds the Headliner of what was mistaken as better times. But now allow the TWiSTeD Gorilla to remind you of something. As much faith as you place in Randy Boolzian surely even you know he is not The Most Influential Man in Sports Entertainment this Millennia, and after Break for the Border when that flightless bird is banished it will be at the hands of the TWiSTeD Icon. No one else.”
MJ; “Ah, Travis. How good of you to finally crawl or hobble out of your bed, and venture out into the real world. Now please, have a seat, join MJ, and allow the True Mind Behind TWiSTeD enlighten and educate you in regards to ‘influence ’.”
(Travis pulls out the chair that eD is sitting in, and takes a seat. eD narrowly avoids being crushed as he dives to the floor.)
Travis; “This will simply be to good to miss.”
(eD stands up looking at Tate before he quickly hands his fur covered head in shame. The scene fades out as eD walks away from the beginning banter at the table while Tate gives chase to talk about his favorite subject. Travis Roberts.)
{{When the scene fades back in we’re back in Oceanside California. We’re back to the scene and the rubble of BoolZ’s first house. The coroner has just left with Quinn’s charred remains, and BoolZ stands amidst the destruction clutching the pair of pure cotton panties from Maddy. From off of Quinn’s unconscious body. We remember and instantly recognize the faint smell of Maddy’s jasmine perfume. We navigate back to the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile.
Maddy – Randy you need a vacation. Come on. We can leave all this behind, and be in Guadalajara by night fall. Randy! Randy, are you at least going to talk to me?
BoolZ – Not today.
Before we know it we’re at that picnic table where Ran and Maddy first set in motion the events that make or ruin their lives. BoolZ still showing the wounds from Horizons. Maddy reflecting the scars from behind her and Jeremy’s front door under her new well worn Betty Page hoodie.
BoolZ – …we can be in Guadalajara by…
Maddy – Ran, Ran, RAN STOP! I’m married.
We’re still at that picnic table off to the corner of the park. We’re back to the time leading to Ran becoming BoolZ. We’re joined by Ashton McCourt. Clearly seen as we brush the long greasy hair from our eyes.
Ash – So, yeah. I’m thinking about asking Maddy to marry me. What do you think?
Ran – Hell if that’s what you want to do. I mean fuck I’m pound her up the ass and dump so much jizz in her that it’d seep from her pores. That’s gotta…
Ash – DUDE! Why the hell do I even ask you shit like that?
*SPANK!*
(Instantly we’re brought back to the present day, not two sun sets have past since Randy and Grace watched from this same spot, and BoolZ turns his attention from the setting sun over the Pacific Ocean to Mary-Joanna rubbing her hand from the sting from RBI’s backside.)
BoolZ; “WHAT!”
MJ; “Oh, come now Randal. Surely you missed MJ, or at least knew she was coming. It’s tradition.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, tradition. No I think the last few drops of cum have finally dripped from your canyon like cunt, and now you want a refill.”
MJ; “Oh, how cute. You’re trying to run MJ off. That’s not going to work by the way. The TWiSTeD Visionary needs to assure you’re not going to fail at another task she’s assigned to you.”
(BoolZ shakes his head in sheer bewilderment in stark contrast to MJ’s powerful glare.)
BoolZ; “Fail? How in the hell could I possibly fail?”
MJ; “Need Mary-Jo to remind you of your opponents? Firstly, Chassie Fear. The current dot com champion.”
BoolZ; “No shit is that who that was. I thought Dredd just shrunk and had a pair of tits put on him. Damn I guess he did just up and run away once it set in that he had to face me. Chassie’s not a problem.”
MJ; “She likes to fight, Randal. Don’t take her too lightly.”
BoolZ; “No she likes to say she likes to fight. She likes to pretend that like Dredd it’s all about the fight. Win, lose, or draw she wants people to believe it doesn’t matter because she’ll kick your ass anyway. In reality though she’s a hypocrite plain and simple. She couldn’t beat Moss for that same title after like six weeks of hounding him, even getting Raenius to help her out, beat him up and fail again, so she sells out to that bird to get her the belt without pinning Edwards. She’ll be a non-factor who says she likes to fight, but can’t win a fight, so she politics. She’s worse than you, and reeks of last second addition because that pigeon couldn’t find anyone else.”
(MJ masterfully fights back her overconfident grin. She pushes it aside, and brings forth a well practiced look of concern.)
MJ; “Very well, it’s clear that you won’t be convinced to take the Dark Rose seriously. What about Damascus? You saw what he did to Travis last week.”
BoolZ; “Damascus? Seriously. Peter Damascus. C’mon, MJ this aint bumfights.com and I’m not some indy waste of time that can string together two moves unless they happen to be punch, kick. Hell I wouldn’t be all surprised if the big stage lights blinded him into non-action. That or he slips into a euphoria coma when he pisses himself again. That damn hobo is probably too concerned with what trashcan he’s gonna find his next meal in or which women he’s gonna beat up next to even pay attention to the GIW. Hell I bet he doesn’t even know how big it is to be facing a team you put together with Travis on it. Probably still thinks you’re happily married, and has no idea about the very long and drawn out divorce proceedings you two are going through that led YOU to acquire Travis’ house. You kicking him out of his very own home, made him homeless, made him shack up with McZygmunt in some halfway house with a bunch of rejects and Joka and that shit head Declan, and now you’ve somehow managed to get Roberts on your side. All the while box car Willy just keeps visioning manhandling his opponent’s janglies.
Speaking of his opponents. Who’s he actually shown any competence in fighting besides some random women? No one, but again Boss P didn’t have a choice. He couldn’t find anyone respectable to face me, so he found a coward and a bum. Hell rumor has it he even paid that urban survivalist in cans. Two thirds of his team bought with tin, and he expects them to hold up against me? Before Damascus gets in my ring he’s gonna wiz his pants at the thought, then I’ll dump him on head, steal his cans, and leave him in a Mexican gutter where he belongs.”
(She can’t help it and has to look away. He knows her too well, and she’s too close to give it away now. After recomposing herself she looks back.)
MJ; “Fine, then you’re going to underestimate Damascus too! You at least you have to admit Kiseragi, only the second man in the GIW to do it, pinned you just a few short weeks ago. Please tell MJ, you’re not dismissing him too.”
BoolZ; “AKis! Yeah, no he pinned me and I’m sure he’s very proud of it. And why wouldn’t he be? He was proud about his first title reign even though it was dirty. Hell he was proud of his second even though it followed my destroying Roberts, him sneaking in, and picking up the scraps. Then he lost it on the next card. Then I proceeded to beat on, pin him cleanly before his rematch, then beat on him until he finally succumbed to idea that attempted suicide was the only way he’d ever get me to lay off, and stop hurting him. Then he lost his rematch! But he’s proud. Just like he’s proud of beating up little girls and trying to maim her teacher all in the name of he’s too much of a pussy to pick up a damn phone. But he’s proud, and honorable, and righteous. Just like he’s proud to pin me, but only after Dredd hands him the victory. Yeah he’s got a lot to be proud of. His dear old alienated papa’s got a lot to be proud of. Poor little broken necked never trained Katie’s got a lot to be proud of.
But yeah, I’m not dismissing him. I’d say we’re probably about even. I mean I cost him titles, then overshadow his rematch, and point out his back fighting ways every chance I can. And he hides behind Travis Roberts victories, Dredd doing all his work, a few desperate measures, and not being able to put me away in a handicapped match. Yeah that sounds about even, right? More or less?
Couple that with the fact that I gift wrapped Kiseragi for team fish bird, and how could you possibly think I’m overlooking the Dragon? Hell more than anything else I’m looking forward to showing that for all his tricks, all his imaginary importance, all his bullshit accomplishments, all his wrongs he must right he’s just not at my level. I savor every chance I get to smack that little douche around. Dismissing the Dragon? I’m going to dismantle KisKis!”
(MJ clutches her hands over mouth and turns on an icy stare at RBI.)
BoolZ; “Damnit! And was in a halfway good mood.”
MJ; “You had better not ‘Horizons’ Break for the Border Randal. MJ will not accept you failing again. RANDAL YOU GET BACK HERE!”
(It is unclear if he heard MJ’s screaming, but the rest of the beach did. The Red Bull Icon though clearly makes no attempt to acknowledge MJ, and simply walks away. After a few seconds eD scurries up to one of his employers.)
eD; “Why are you smiling? That didn’t seem to go very well.”
MJ; “Oh, eDison. Mary-Jo is in a fantastic mood, so she will humor your enquiry. See everything is unfolding perfectly. Jason Reeves tells me Diamond Jack seemingly has figured out what he should have been fighting for instead of spinning his wheels. He had to do that on his own, and it appears he has. Moss Edwards needed to be reassured and have his dot com reign validated by the trust MJ shows in his abilities. Randal easily enough needs to believe that Mary-Joanna expects him to fail again. He’ll fight harder and succeed now just to spite the TWiSTeD Princess. This Power Struggle could not have worked out better for the TWiSTeD Puppeteer if she had scripted it herself.”
(The scene ends with MJ gazing out over the now moonlit ocean. eD though remains back, concerned, and possibly bothered by the fact that he is responsible for both MJ and Boss P in the GIW.)
