Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 26, 2009 0:06:53 GMT -5
(Our scene opens only moments after the conclusion of Break for the Border. We’re deep into the inner workings of the arena as the audio video technicians continue to relentlessly break down the pay-per-view set. The fans have long since gone, and that peaceful ‘it’s finally over’ feeling has fallen over the area. We weave through this arenas mazelike interior until finally, instinctually, we find our sanctuary.
We enter the small dressing room with a hush as we simply, silently, survey the surroundings. We watch as ‘Diamond’ Jack Severino hurriedly paces from the room through the exit we had just entered through. Moss Edwards sits on the left side of a small tobacco smelling couch rattling off items of seemingly dire importance.)
Moss; “And that footage from ’07. And two weeks worth of underwear. And what is the weather going to be like? Should we pack coats, windbreakers, sweaters…”
Grace; “Sweaters make you itch sir.”
(Grace elegantly scribes Moss’ words as he continues to rattle though seemingly the majority of her attention is elsewhere.)
Moss; “I meant for you. This could be our …, and I need you at 100%. Not all chilly. Yeah, pack two, no … sweaters. And something warm for …. I can’t have my teeth chattering … meet the studio representatives. My brown shoes, my black shoes, and a pair of basic running shoes incase they want me to really show… And that hat that makes my look like a genius.”
Grace; “Huh, yeah beer hat.”
(We had stopped listening as Moss continued to ramble. Instead we turned our attention to Randy BoolZian, on his cell phone, sitting on the opposite end of the couch once again resting his foot on his knee, and Grace once again playfully pushing it off. The Red Bull Icon, his face already showing the signs of bruising from Damascus’ headbutt, again places his foot on his knee. Grace again attempts to nonchalantly push RBI’s foot, he responds by quickly taking her pen from her hand before giving it back to the shocked expression on her face. Moss continues his packing list.)
BoolZ; “Clayton, relax. It’s not that big of a deal. Just don’t let her have that kinda influence…”
{In a flash we’re back in that five star hotel bar from earlier in the week. We see Travis Roberts now sitting across from his estranged wife Mary-Joanna, and the tension is palpable.
MJ- … influence.”
Travis- This will simply be too good to miss. Do explain your interpretation of influence and how that walking STI disperser relates.
MJ- Very well. Let us begin with the end of Horizons.
Travis- The first time poor little Randy fell to the Headliner.
MJ- More importantly all that has happened since. Such as the build up for Infinity.
Travis- The second time your little ‘influential’ puppet failed to best the Blessed One.
MJ- Yes. See undoubtedly you earned every ounce of that victory, Travis. Though it can be said that you didn’t win.
Travis- Really?
MJ- Randal said, repeatedly, to anyone and everyone that would listen that he was going to make you stand up and fight him. Through all the rubbish about sinks and dead titles the focal point was that he was going to make you fight him. The TWiSTeD Heiress was there Travis. That was no match, and when was exactly the last time you spoke to the press?
Travis- It was a victory none the less.
MJ- Yes, yes it was. Until Alex Kiseragi won all of your hard earned spoils.
Travis- And the TWiSTeD Guerilla is certain that that one week was the single greatest in the Dragon’s life. At the end of that week however, a mere seven days later, Travis Roberts became the three time champion.
MJ- Yes. Thanks to BoolZ dispatching Alex from that ladder for you. And do tell MJ, what have you done with that TFC belt that you lost and Randal gave back to you? See, but it wasn’t just that one ladder match. In the following weeks the Red Bull Icon continued to assault and discredit Alex while you simply plodded your way to Affirmative Action. The whole time proving that that match is but a mere contractually obligated formality, and the build is simply better with Randal’s involvement. Though he’ll tell you he simply enjoyed tormenting Alex.
Travis- To the point of suspension.
MJ- Oh yes. The suspension which proved far more difficult for MJ to thwart Boss P’s consistent want of putting Randal into handicapped matches or punishing the RBI by forcing him to carry Dredd to a passable match. What would be the fate of the GIW if MJ had allowed that bird and Randal to start this power struggle without the proper pieces in place?
But that is beside the point. Rather the ‘suspension’ served more as an opportunity to realign Randal’s priorities. That and he was punished as he was quickly becoming one of the most hated men in the GIW. He made his triumphant return as loved as he ever was. Absence makes the heart grow fonder after all. And how big was Roberts versus Gabrielle, anyway?
Travis- That match was magnificent. Even you are capable of seeing that.
MJ- Yes, yes, the match was truly a benchmark for the GIW. But the build? That boring little ‘nothing personal lets just go kill each other’ bit however was embarrassing. And the whole time Randal begins once again receiving some of the warmest responses from a crowd for simply waving. To think he actually got Tobias, a kid with all the charisma of a sing-a-long bouncing ball, any kind of reaction is incredible. Travis, leading into one of the single greatest matches in the annals of the GIW what fans wanted more than anything was BoolZ to return.
Travis- Travis Roberts believes he knows why it is you failed in film. Clearly with your imagination your role was behind the scenes, with a desk and a typewriter, and a pair of kneepads. Simple revisionist history MJ.
MJ- Well, will it be revisionist present then? Because even now he is at the forefront of the fans minds. Sunday night you, Travis Roberts, fighting for Team MJ will take on Donovan Hastings who fights under the Team Penguin banner for the Unified Global Title in the main event. Though the Team MJ Team Penguin war will be decided one match earlier. Front and center, some even say because of, Randy Boolzian.
Travis- HA HA HA! You are too much, Mary-Jo. That is fantastic unfortunately the truth is, no matter how much spin you place on any events of the past, it is clear that BoolZ has simply fallen into favorable scenarios. Accidentally even. What after this little MJ slash Penguin encounter? Hmm? What of his ‘influence’ when he fades away in the shadow of the Headliner?
MJ- Do you truly believe MJ is spinning the past. Well allow her to predict the future and rebut the immensity of your shadow. 2008 was undeniably Randal’s year. There was no one hotter than he was or more on their game as evident that it took you all the way to the last card of 2008 to blemish his record. But as good as he was last year, Moss Edwards is as good this year.
Travis- Now Moss Edwards is your savior?
MJ- Hmm… If Mary-Joanna may continue? Moss Edwards is currently walking a very similar path as Randal’s first year, and in all likelihood 2009 will be his year. The difference however is Grace Harding. Moss’ cousin and Randal’s perky attractive little friend. How long until Randal’s proficiency for bedding young attractive women overtakes Grace? How long until Randal’s reputation for his proficiency for bedding young attractive women eats away at Moss? How long until Randal has to succomb to his own weakness for bedding young attractive women? They are on a collision course, and with a few guided turns from MJ it will happen and set by rate records for the GIW.
Travis- Wishful thinking. Besides the main event sells the pay-per-view, and that is only the time for champions.
MJ- Don’t be so certain Travis. Going back to your imposing shadow. BoolZ versus Edwards with Grace caught in the middle works without the Unified Title. That is why Mary-Joanna is slowly starting to believe Randal is already bigger than the UGH Title, and when all is said and done he’ll lift Moss Edwards to that height as well. All the while poor little Travis Roberts will be floating aimlessly from one Kiseragi to Gabrielle to Hastings after the other. How long until McSkinny gets his shot? How low will you stoop? Eventually you will need to exhume the remains of Killswitch for your challenger while BoolZ and Edwards elevate two more competitors.}
(Before we know it we’re back in the locker room watching BoolZ and Grace playfully tease each other while Moss attempts to strategize the best way to pack a suitcase for his consulting gig, and with each giggle or snicker from BoolZ or Grace he grows more and more impatient.)
Moss; “Grace do we have a flight to catch? Grace?”
Grace; “Hmm, yes.”
(Grace returns to trying to secure her pen back from BoolZ again.)
Moss; “We should get going then.”
Grace; “He’s got my lucky pen sir.”
Moss; “Well then you should get it back.”
(Moss turns to make his way to the door as BoolZ holds out the pen having the joy sufficiently killed. He then pulls it back as Grace reaches for it, and scowls at RBI.)
BoolZ; “Don’t miss your flight.”
Grace; “Two weeks. Try not to stick that in anyone.”
(Grace’s last words before rushing off to follow her cousin.)
BoolZ; “You’re… gonna… miss… me!”
(A single extended middle finger is her last action before leaving room.)
BoolZ; “PLEASE!”
(We now focus on BoolZ as he’s the only person we can see in the room. Seemingly he looks right at us, maybe past us, or possibly through us.)
BoolZ; “What?”
(As if our vision has reset in a shaky blur of images our view is from the other side of the room, and we’re watching BoolZ and Travis Roberts seemingly in a stare down. Travis Roberts holds a pre-rolled in his hand and the Unified Global title in his lap. BoolZ holds Grace’s lucky pen and Cal his new bitch Chihuahua. After an uneasy moment.)
Travis; “Got a light?”
(A flick and a pop later and the RBI’s lit lucky Zippo is sailing through the air at Travis Roberts. He catches the lighter, it’s sudden stop forcing it shut extinguishing the flame, but never takes his eyes off the Red Bull Icon. Especially when BoolZ stands and walks to the door.)
BoolZ; “How do you smoke as much as you do, but you never have a lighter?”
(Roberts lights his delicacy, sets the Zippo on the floor, and kicks it with a booted foot across the tile to RBI.)
Roberts; “You don’t want to stay?”
(Picking up the lighter and walking through the door.)
BoolZ; “I’m a recovering addict asshole.”
(BoolZ shuts the door behind him leaving Travis alone as he looks down at his ‘peace’, and then back to the door. His mind clearly at work. In a flash we’re with BoolZ strolling down the hallway, his bitch Cal struggling again to match his pace, and twirling Grace’s lucky pen in his finger. That’s when he runs into MJ.)
MJ; “Ah, Randal. Good. Where is Jack?”
BoolZ; “Like I know. Probably ran home to Gabby. Engagement and all.”
MJ; “Hmm. Boss P is apparently still in charge, but only until the board has chance to discuss his gross incompetence. Clearly tonight’s showing should be all the proof they need. Regardless he’s put you and Jack in a match against Kiseragi and Hastings on our homecoming show.”
(Restarting to walk forcing MJ to follow if she wishes to continue this conversation.)
BoolZ; “So.”
MJ; “So MJ wanted to congratulate her team before reminding you four to stay focused. Boss P will get desperate, and Mary-Jo would not be at all surprised if he became spiteful.”
BoolZ; “So?”
MJ; “So Moss Edwards is off to some movie project, and Travis has been left of the card might not even be allowed into the building.”
BoolZ; “MJ, if there’s a point maybe you should just get to it ‘cause I’m obviously having a hell of a time following you.”
MJ; “It will just be you and Severino in action with all of Boss P’s team in the building.”
BoolZ; “What team? He’s got no more team. Chassie sold out to wrestle on his team tonight for the dot com title. She’s got it and wrestled tonight. She’s out. I dumped that hobo on his head so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if we never saw Peter Dumbasskisser again. He’s gone. As for Kiseragi and Hastings. Hell they couldn’t beat me alone last week. So this week that stupid bird gives me like an eight foot Aussie to tag with. Hell you look at him next to KisKis and it’s like looking at a Fosters next to a shot glass. This isn’t even going to be fair.
Kiseragi, as he’s been for fucking ever now, will be to busy trying to find himself to compete. And Hastings had a good run, he rode a referee feud and some origami to a title match, but now it’s time for him to slowly fade back away into nothingness before he gasses.
Hell I’d be more concerned if I was AKis and Donovan at this point. The penguin put them in a tag match with me now, and if I were them I’d be thinking it was punishment for such a horrible showing tonight. I mean what other reason could there be for putting Alex in my ring again. I think that pigeon wants me to really slay the Dragon, put him on the shelf, and then he can disappear for a few months while he sorts all his drama out. Then there’s Hastings…”
MJ; “What do you have against Alex? Randal, MJ listened to your rants about Travis, and even he barely warranted the hate that seems to seep from you in regards to Kiseragi.”
(Turning now to continue down another hall.)
BoolZ; “What’d he do? Nothing. It’s what he is. See I gave him his chance. I met him with an open mind, hell he even fooled me at first. I remember the first time we crossed paths. He was new, and trying to butter me up. Silly little bastard even bought me a Red Bull to get on my good side, and it worked. Then boom we’re in a six man tag match with Komosube as our partner, and again he’s trying to prove his worth. He’s trying to get us to carry him to the top so he doesn’t have to do the work in the ring. Just like when he tried to drive a wedge between Chris and I when he had to face us. He knew he couldn’t get it done in the ring, so he tried to plant those seeds of dissent. All the while preaching and playing like he’s holier than thou. While carrying around a weapon every where he went. And it worked!
Chris never made it to the main event, Komo had to fight off Global Domination to make it to the show, I had actually win matches. The pervert, the ox head, and the junkie all had to work for whatever they got. The noble Christ like Dragon though just had to lose until he could pick the scraps off my fallen opponents. That’s how he got in that Triple Cage match. He didn’t win anything. He just beat the rest of the guys I beat in the Battle Grounds match a week after I did all the work.
Austin never made any excuses. He was who he was. Komo never apologized for what he did. He was who he was. God knows I’m my own worse enemy, but I don’t hide behind false achievements. I am who I am. But that little honest boy scout turned needing his daddy’s help male model turned hard working trying to get his career back on track competitor turned cheap shot artist turned RBI’s victim number one turned woman beater turned mournful tragic hero is just a liar. Plain and simple. He’ll try anything to give him any kind of edge, always… ALWAYS has, except actually putting in the work.”
(Pushing the door open MJ follows BoolZ in front of Cal out into the warm Mexican night air. BoolZ still twirling the pen he’s caught off guard by a blonde blur, and the pen is gone. With a sudden twist of his head he follows the assailant to see Grace running off with her pen back safely within her grasp. Moss stands leaning against the taxi with a more than unamused expression.)
Grace; “YOU’RE… GONNA… MISS… ME!!!”
(Before BoolZ can make to much of an effort to retaliate Grace is in the taxi with Moss and speeding off. RBI shakes his head before turning back to MJ.)
MJ; “Mary-Joanna is convinced. Good luck.”
(Without waiting for a response the TWiSTeD Puppeteer turns on her six inch heels, and reenters the building hiding her ear to ear grin from BoolZ. The scene fades out with BoolZ now alone with Cal in the parking lot.)
We enter the small dressing room with a hush as we simply, silently, survey the surroundings. We watch as ‘Diamond’ Jack Severino hurriedly paces from the room through the exit we had just entered through. Moss Edwards sits on the left side of a small tobacco smelling couch rattling off items of seemingly dire importance.)
Moss; “And that footage from ’07. And two weeks worth of underwear. And what is the weather going to be like? Should we pack coats, windbreakers, sweaters…”
Grace; “Sweaters make you itch sir.”
(Grace elegantly scribes Moss’ words as he continues to rattle though seemingly the majority of her attention is elsewhere.)
Moss; “I meant for you. This could be our …, and I need you at 100%. Not all chilly. Yeah, pack two, no … sweaters. And something warm for …. I can’t have my teeth chattering … meet the studio representatives. My brown shoes, my black shoes, and a pair of basic running shoes incase they want me to really show… And that hat that makes my look like a genius.”
Grace; “Huh, yeah beer hat.”
(We had stopped listening as Moss continued to ramble. Instead we turned our attention to Randy BoolZian, on his cell phone, sitting on the opposite end of the couch once again resting his foot on his knee, and Grace once again playfully pushing it off. The Red Bull Icon, his face already showing the signs of bruising from Damascus’ headbutt, again places his foot on his knee. Grace again attempts to nonchalantly push RBI’s foot, he responds by quickly taking her pen from her hand before giving it back to the shocked expression on her face. Moss continues his packing list.)
BoolZ; “Clayton, relax. It’s not that big of a deal. Just don’t let her have that kinda influence…”
{In a flash we’re back in that five star hotel bar from earlier in the week. We see Travis Roberts now sitting across from his estranged wife Mary-Joanna, and the tension is palpable.
MJ- … influence.”
Travis- This will simply be too good to miss. Do explain your interpretation of influence and how that walking STI disperser relates.
MJ- Very well. Let us begin with the end of Horizons.
Travis- The first time poor little Randy fell to the Headliner.
MJ- More importantly all that has happened since. Such as the build up for Infinity.
Travis- The second time your little ‘influential’ puppet failed to best the Blessed One.
MJ- Yes. See undoubtedly you earned every ounce of that victory, Travis. Though it can be said that you didn’t win.
Travis- Really?
MJ- Randal said, repeatedly, to anyone and everyone that would listen that he was going to make you stand up and fight him. Through all the rubbish about sinks and dead titles the focal point was that he was going to make you fight him. The TWiSTeD Heiress was there Travis. That was no match, and when was exactly the last time you spoke to the press?
Travis- It was a victory none the less.
MJ- Yes, yes it was. Until Alex Kiseragi won all of your hard earned spoils.
Travis- And the TWiSTeD Guerilla is certain that that one week was the single greatest in the Dragon’s life. At the end of that week however, a mere seven days later, Travis Roberts became the three time champion.
MJ- Yes. Thanks to BoolZ dispatching Alex from that ladder for you. And do tell MJ, what have you done with that TFC belt that you lost and Randal gave back to you? See, but it wasn’t just that one ladder match. In the following weeks the Red Bull Icon continued to assault and discredit Alex while you simply plodded your way to Affirmative Action. The whole time proving that that match is but a mere contractually obligated formality, and the build is simply better with Randal’s involvement. Though he’ll tell you he simply enjoyed tormenting Alex.
Travis- To the point of suspension.
MJ- Oh yes. The suspension which proved far more difficult for MJ to thwart Boss P’s consistent want of putting Randal into handicapped matches or punishing the RBI by forcing him to carry Dredd to a passable match. What would be the fate of the GIW if MJ had allowed that bird and Randal to start this power struggle without the proper pieces in place?
But that is beside the point. Rather the ‘suspension’ served more as an opportunity to realign Randal’s priorities. That and he was punished as he was quickly becoming one of the most hated men in the GIW. He made his triumphant return as loved as he ever was. Absence makes the heart grow fonder after all. And how big was Roberts versus Gabrielle, anyway?
Travis- That match was magnificent. Even you are capable of seeing that.
MJ- Yes, yes, the match was truly a benchmark for the GIW. But the build? That boring little ‘nothing personal lets just go kill each other’ bit however was embarrassing. And the whole time Randal begins once again receiving some of the warmest responses from a crowd for simply waving. To think he actually got Tobias, a kid with all the charisma of a sing-a-long bouncing ball, any kind of reaction is incredible. Travis, leading into one of the single greatest matches in the annals of the GIW what fans wanted more than anything was BoolZ to return.
Travis- Travis Roberts believes he knows why it is you failed in film. Clearly with your imagination your role was behind the scenes, with a desk and a typewriter, and a pair of kneepads. Simple revisionist history MJ.
MJ- Well, will it be revisionist present then? Because even now he is at the forefront of the fans minds. Sunday night you, Travis Roberts, fighting for Team MJ will take on Donovan Hastings who fights under the Team Penguin banner for the Unified Global Title in the main event. Though the Team MJ Team Penguin war will be decided one match earlier. Front and center, some even say because of, Randy Boolzian.
Travis- HA HA HA! You are too much, Mary-Jo. That is fantastic unfortunately the truth is, no matter how much spin you place on any events of the past, it is clear that BoolZ has simply fallen into favorable scenarios. Accidentally even. What after this little MJ slash Penguin encounter? Hmm? What of his ‘influence’ when he fades away in the shadow of the Headliner?
MJ- Do you truly believe MJ is spinning the past. Well allow her to predict the future and rebut the immensity of your shadow. 2008 was undeniably Randal’s year. There was no one hotter than he was or more on their game as evident that it took you all the way to the last card of 2008 to blemish his record. But as good as he was last year, Moss Edwards is as good this year.
Travis- Now Moss Edwards is your savior?
MJ- Hmm… If Mary-Joanna may continue? Moss Edwards is currently walking a very similar path as Randal’s first year, and in all likelihood 2009 will be his year. The difference however is Grace Harding. Moss’ cousin and Randal’s perky attractive little friend. How long until Randal’s proficiency for bedding young attractive women overtakes Grace? How long until Randal’s reputation for his proficiency for bedding young attractive women eats away at Moss? How long until Randal has to succomb to his own weakness for bedding young attractive women? They are on a collision course, and with a few guided turns from MJ it will happen and set by rate records for the GIW.
Travis- Wishful thinking. Besides the main event sells the pay-per-view, and that is only the time for champions.
MJ- Don’t be so certain Travis. Going back to your imposing shadow. BoolZ versus Edwards with Grace caught in the middle works without the Unified Title. That is why Mary-Joanna is slowly starting to believe Randal is already bigger than the UGH Title, and when all is said and done he’ll lift Moss Edwards to that height as well. All the while poor little Travis Roberts will be floating aimlessly from one Kiseragi to Gabrielle to Hastings after the other. How long until McSkinny gets his shot? How low will you stoop? Eventually you will need to exhume the remains of Killswitch for your challenger while BoolZ and Edwards elevate two more competitors.}
(Before we know it we’re back in the locker room watching BoolZ and Grace playfully tease each other while Moss attempts to strategize the best way to pack a suitcase for his consulting gig, and with each giggle or snicker from BoolZ or Grace he grows more and more impatient.)
Moss; “Grace do we have a flight to catch? Grace?”
Grace; “Hmm, yes.”
(Grace returns to trying to secure her pen back from BoolZ again.)
Moss; “We should get going then.”
Grace; “He’s got my lucky pen sir.”
Moss; “Well then you should get it back.”
(Moss turns to make his way to the door as BoolZ holds out the pen having the joy sufficiently killed. He then pulls it back as Grace reaches for it, and scowls at RBI.)
BoolZ; “Don’t miss your flight.”
Grace; “Two weeks. Try not to stick that in anyone.”
(Grace’s last words before rushing off to follow her cousin.)
BoolZ; “You’re… gonna… miss… me!”
(A single extended middle finger is her last action before leaving room.)
BoolZ; “PLEASE!”
(We now focus on BoolZ as he’s the only person we can see in the room. Seemingly he looks right at us, maybe past us, or possibly through us.)
BoolZ; “What?”
(As if our vision has reset in a shaky blur of images our view is from the other side of the room, and we’re watching BoolZ and Travis Roberts seemingly in a stare down. Travis Roberts holds a pre-rolled in his hand and the Unified Global title in his lap. BoolZ holds Grace’s lucky pen and Cal his new bitch Chihuahua. After an uneasy moment.)
Travis; “Got a light?”
(A flick and a pop later and the RBI’s lit lucky Zippo is sailing through the air at Travis Roberts. He catches the lighter, it’s sudden stop forcing it shut extinguishing the flame, but never takes his eyes off the Red Bull Icon. Especially when BoolZ stands and walks to the door.)
BoolZ; “How do you smoke as much as you do, but you never have a lighter?”
(Roberts lights his delicacy, sets the Zippo on the floor, and kicks it with a booted foot across the tile to RBI.)
Roberts; “You don’t want to stay?”
(Picking up the lighter and walking through the door.)
BoolZ; “I’m a recovering addict asshole.”
(BoolZ shuts the door behind him leaving Travis alone as he looks down at his ‘peace’, and then back to the door. His mind clearly at work. In a flash we’re with BoolZ strolling down the hallway, his bitch Cal struggling again to match his pace, and twirling Grace’s lucky pen in his finger. That’s when he runs into MJ.)
MJ; “Ah, Randal. Good. Where is Jack?”
BoolZ; “Like I know. Probably ran home to Gabby. Engagement and all.”
MJ; “Hmm. Boss P is apparently still in charge, but only until the board has chance to discuss his gross incompetence. Clearly tonight’s showing should be all the proof they need. Regardless he’s put you and Jack in a match against Kiseragi and Hastings on our homecoming show.”
(Restarting to walk forcing MJ to follow if she wishes to continue this conversation.)
BoolZ; “So.”
MJ; “So MJ wanted to congratulate her team before reminding you four to stay focused. Boss P will get desperate, and Mary-Jo would not be at all surprised if he became spiteful.”
BoolZ; “So?”
MJ; “So Moss Edwards is off to some movie project, and Travis has been left of the card might not even be allowed into the building.”
BoolZ; “MJ, if there’s a point maybe you should just get to it ‘cause I’m obviously having a hell of a time following you.”
MJ; “It will just be you and Severino in action with all of Boss P’s team in the building.”
BoolZ; “What team? He’s got no more team. Chassie sold out to wrestle on his team tonight for the dot com title. She’s got it and wrestled tonight. She’s out. I dumped that hobo on his head so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if we never saw Peter Dumbasskisser again. He’s gone. As for Kiseragi and Hastings. Hell they couldn’t beat me alone last week. So this week that stupid bird gives me like an eight foot Aussie to tag with. Hell you look at him next to KisKis and it’s like looking at a Fosters next to a shot glass. This isn’t even going to be fair.
Kiseragi, as he’s been for fucking ever now, will be to busy trying to find himself to compete. And Hastings had a good run, he rode a referee feud and some origami to a title match, but now it’s time for him to slowly fade back away into nothingness before he gasses.
Hell I’d be more concerned if I was AKis and Donovan at this point. The penguin put them in a tag match with me now, and if I were them I’d be thinking it was punishment for such a horrible showing tonight. I mean what other reason could there be for putting Alex in my ring again. I think that pigeon wants me to really slay the Dragon, put him on the shelf, and then he can disappear for a few months while he sorts all his drama out. Then there’s Hastings…”
MJ; “What do you have against Alex? Randal, MJ listened to your rants about Travis, and even he barely warranted the hate that seems to seep from you in regards to Kiseragi.”
(Turning now to continue down another hall.)
BoolZ; “What’d he do? Nothing. It’s what he is. See I gave him his chance. I met him with an open mind, hell he even fooled me at first. I remember the first time we crossed paths. He was new, and trying to butter me up. Silly little bastard even bought me a Red Bull to get on my good side, and it worked. Then boom we’re in a six man tag match with Komosube as our partner, and again he’s trying to prove his worth. He’s trying to get us to carry him to the top so he doesn’t have to do the work in the ring. Just like when he tried to drive a wedge between Chris and I when he had to face us. He knew he couldn’t get it done in the ring, so he tried to plant those seeds of dissent. All the while preaching and playing like he’s holier than thou. While carrying around a weapon every where he went. And it worked!
Chris never made it to the main event, Komo had to fight off Global Domination to make it to the show, I had actually win matches. The pervert, the ox head, and the junkie all had to work for whatever they got. The noble Christ like Dragon though just had to lose until he could pick the scraps off my fallen opponents. That’s how he got in that Triple Cage match. He didn’t win anything. He just beat the rest of the guys I beat in the Battle Grounds match a week after I did all the work.
Austin never made any excuses. He was who he was. Komo never apologized for what he did. He was who he was. God knows I’m my own worse enemy, but I don’t hide behind false achievements. I am who I am. But that little honest boy scout turned needing his daddy’s help male model turned hard working trying to get his career back on track competitor turned cheap shot artist turned RBI’s victim number one turned woman beater turned mournful tragic hero is just a liar. Plain and simple. He’ll try anything to give him any kind of edge, always… ALWAYS has, except actually putting in the work.”
(Pushing the door open MJ follows BoolZ in front of Cal out into the warm Mexican night air. BoolZ still twirling the pen he’s caught off guard by a blonde blur, and the pen is gone. With a sudden twist of his head he follows the assailant to see Grace running off with her pen back safely within her grasp. Moss stands leaning against the taxi with a more than unamused expression.)
Grace; “YOU’RE… GONNA… MISS… ME!!!”
(Before BoolZ can make to much of an effort to retaliate Grace is in the taxi with Moss and speeding off. RBI shakes his head before turning back to MJ.)
MJ; “Mary-Joanna is convinced. Good luck.”
(Without waiting for a response the TWiSTeD Puppeteer turns on her six inch heels, and reenters the building hiding her ear to ear grin from BoolZ. The scene fades out with BoolZ now alone with Cal in the parking lot.)
