Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 26, 2009 0:07:46 GMT -5
(Our scene opens, finally, into the back mazelike corridors of the GIW Arena. As usual for a midweek afternoon the place is nearly deserted save for a few of the GIW faithful staff members and the lone passing competitor. We focus on Randy Boolzian slowly strolling the walls of his favorite prison with almost a thankful expression on his face.
It’s been to long but without missing a beat Consequences, Randy’s American Red Nosed Pit Bull, follows closely behind his friend in an image that just seems ‘right’. Then Cal, Randy’s new bitch Chihuahua, scampers behind her savior a few feet away.
Randy hauls a huge bag at presumably empty aluminum cans on his back while juggling a cigarette in his lips and an icy cold Red Bull in his free hand as he mutters to himself.)
Randy; “Ladies and gentlemen of the press… Conni what do you think. That’s kinda a lame way to start a press conference, right? I don’t know why I have to do this. What is wrong with MJ? She should have had Roberts or someone else who’s good with pre-scripted self indulgent ranting take the podium. Like anyone cares what I think about being back in the states.
Moss! Now he loves the camera. Surely he could have found time for this. They might have had to hold this dog and pony show on location, but it’s not like he’s busy getting ready for his next match.
Or hell even Prescott. Yeah that could have great. The GIW returns to American soil, we’re back in our building, and the only decent shot caller in GIW history is back. Plus we’d be able to see her tight little ass swaying back and forth atop though long slender legs. Yeah, they should have got Cara for this.”
(Randy looks down at Conni looking for feedback but only receives the images of a wagging tail and a proud stride. Then he feels the sudden, unexpected, and frail collision that can only mean he didn’t see Bones the GIW’s drooling stuttering janitor. Randy helps him up after debating with himself if he really wanted to touch the creepy old man.)
Bones; “Th.. tha… th… thank…”
Randy; “Bones, how you been? Bet you’re glad to back to work, huh?”
Bones; “N,n,n,ever l,l,e…”
Randy; “Yeah great, hey gotta run.”
Bones; “…l,left.”
(Randy doesn’t hear the janitor’s words as he, with seemingly more purpose than before, he quickly walks away. Once he feels that he’s put enough distance between himself and Hastings second, second fiddle he looks back to Conni, and continues.)
Randy; “Like I really want to spend my day off with that thing. Well it might have been better than a meet and greet with the press. What am I supposed to say, Conni? I mean maybe if I was some fresh faced finally made it fighter I could express the differences between the world and the States. But I’m not, and a hotel in Sydney or Tokyo is just like a hotel in Sacramento or Tucsan. I bet they’re gonna ask what the first I did was. How do you make getting some decent Mexican food seem important to anyone but Tate? Especially after spending ten days in Mexico.
Yeah they should have got someone else. Hell the Revolution seemed to really push how much smarter they were than everyone else because it took the both of them and like six seven months to outwit Komosube for the Global title. They also seemingly neglected to the point that it’s been erased from history but 28 days later they failed to do the same to Kiseragi and his old man to keep that belt. They would have been great.”
(We’ve followed Randy as he skillfully navigated the labyrinth of GIW Arena, and we are now standing before an absolute giant. The behemoth has Randy Boolzian in a massive bear hug. Randy’s dropped the bag of cans, the always half empty Red Bull, and his smoke to the floor as he gasps for breath.)
Randy; “Hermit! UH! HERMIT! LET ME DOWN!”
Old Man Hermit; “Ah, BoolZ it is so good to see you again!”
Randy; “I missed… you too… Hermit… Now… let… me… UH… down.”
Old Man Hermit; “Of course, brother. So we clubbing tonight?”
Randy; “Ah, I can’t. MJ’s got me on this project, and I need to really focus. You know how it is.”
Old Man Hermit; “Oh, yeah. Like I tell these bitches. Sometimes there just isn’t enough ‘Friendly Giant’ to go around, do you know. Ladies can not here so well sometimes though.”
Randy; “Yeah, no kidding. Hey, but I got you a present. Check it out. I kept Red Bull cans printed in the different languages we encountered on the Long Fight Home tour. Have fun with them.”
Old Man Hermit; “Oh, mad love kid. Thank you very much.”
(Old Man Hermit attempts to grab Randy for another colossal bear hug, but he is evaded, and Randy quickly begins stepping away with Conni and Cal in tow. He’s left the never half full can of Red Bull and still smoldering cigarette on the floor.)
Randy; “Hey, glad you like them buddy. I gotta get goin’ though. I’ll talk to you later.”
(Randy puts a little panic in his stride as his steps quicken. Old Man Hermit enthusiastically stomps on the can spouting Red Bull down the hall as he throws up the ‘peace’ sign to Randy. We see Bones quickly, for Bones, shaking his way to clean up the spill before we turn our attention back to Randy.
After a brief look of despair mixed with relief he’s certain he’s far enough away from Old Man Hermit to relax again. As the almost pleasant expression returns to his face, he lights another cigarette, and reaches into his back pocket for a new Red Bull as he continues his trek. Nothing.)
Randy; “Yeah they should have sent someone else. Maybe Severino. He’s used to Gabby, so he clearly doesn’t mind not being the man. He’d probably find it reassuring to be held in the massive safe arms of a timekeeper. I mean he’s seemed to come to grips with Gabrielle being the tough one of the relationship. Plus he’s all talk, and used to making mountains out of ant hills. It’s like how hard was it to beat Savana, Cyanide, and Solomon for that Money in the Bank shot? But holy hell, if the rumors are true you’d think Gabby wasted his favorite butt plug up her lesbian lover’s ass he made such a big deal of it. No wonder he wasn’t man enough to keep her in his bed, so she went and found another woman who could ‘man up’. Shit, that was my last Red Bull I think. Let’s hit the cafeteria.”
(We continue to follow Randy as he stops at the entrance way to the enormous empty space of the GIW eatery cautiously. We observe as he searches the kitchen through the open order window his content look barely managing to hold back the concern on his face. Clearly not finding what he was looking for he turns his attention to the dining room. Completely void of life except for Tate Levene sitting with his back to us, hunched over the table, while Old Levene stands disapprovingly over her grandson. Slowly Randy takes a few steps into the room still searching. Not finding any cause for concern, but still on his guard, he reaches the cooler, and takes out a four pack of Red Bull before heading to the cash register.
There is no one there to ring his total and from this vantage point we can see why. Sitting at Tate’s table, similarly hunched over, is Obese Tony. Both rotund culinary aficionados quickly shovel hot dog after hot dog into their mouth as Old Lady Levene and Brandon McSkinny stand by repulsed by the sight.)
???; “Well if it isn’t the worse decision in the GIW. You’ll probably get as much of a kick out what Travis Roberts heard from that blood sucking harpy as he has.”
(Randy doesn’t turn around or even move, but he is no longer looking at the hot dog eating beast on the other side of the room. Tearing the cardboard holder of the Red Bull four pack, he takes the sweet ambrosia, cracks it open, and lights another cigarette.)
???; “Would you believe that Mary-Joanna seemingly is under the impression that 2008 was anything but the Revolutions year. She actually tried to argue with the Blessed One that it was your year. Travis Roberts has not laughed that hard in years. To think holding a streak against the Revolutions dominance. Hilarious.”
(Randy slowly turns around. His face obscured by soon to be, but always was, half empty can of Red Bull. He takes down the can, bringing to the coffin nail to his lips, inhales deeply, exhales slowly, and then the Red Bull Icon responds.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I guess you would find that funny. That’s pretty good. You know last year about this time I even added your name to my streak. But that’s not important, right now. You’re house boy’s probably gonna end up choking on a chilidog… wait. It all makes sense now.”’
(Now for the first time we see the tall lanky frame of Travis Roberts. His demeanor seemingly rejuvenated though the cell phone clutched in his healed hand and the pipe resting in his left hand confuse as to why.)
Travis; “Hmm, this truly is a remarkable day. First MJ actually served a purpose when speaking with the Headliner, and now you even you seem to acknowledge what is and is not important. The Revolution being back in power. That is what’s important.”
BoolZ; “You know, I’d ask what you’re doing here mingling with the common folk now that your bestest friend has come back, but I don’t really care. How is Cara doing by the way? I was kinda worried about her, and figure you’re so close to the Prescott’s that if anyone knows it’s you. You were kinda her guardian after all... “
{Before we know it the image of Travis Roberts standing in a psychiatric patients room with a scruffy unkempt doctor looking down a Cara Prescott huddled on her bed flashes before our eyes.}
BoolZ; “Well? How is she?”
(Travis for an instant seems out of place before looking down at RBI with a trademarked oblivious smirk.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, never mind. I’m sure I’ll hear all about it. The world will hear all about how the legendary Declan Prescott made his triumphant return to not his company, and how Travis Roberts kept it afloat single handedly repeatedly over the next few months. I wouldn’t be surprised if you two were even in constant communication plotting this whole thing out. But listen since you haven’t done a press conference since I crashed your last one, I’ve gotta get going.”
Travis; “Well, then do try to enjoy yourself.”
(There is a burst of coughing and choking from the hotdog monstrosity across the room which draws the TWiSTeD Guerilla and Red Bull Icons attention from each other.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, and hey. When you defend that Unified title that I let you win back from KisKis by not kicking the ladder out from under you until you had hold of the belt. Do me a favor and bring that TWiSTeD Fight Club belt that I gave back to you after I took it back from AKis. You know the one you couldn’t hold onto during your oh so impressive reign.”
Travis; “The more things change, huh?”
(Travis turns from the sight of his agent receiving the Heimlich from Obese Tony to find BoolZ halfway out of the room but still clearly talking to the Blessed One.)
BoolZ; “It is not about the destination, the reward is in the journey. And maybe before you cream yourself about Prescott’s return should relook at three, four, and six. Your delusional puppy love shtick with Declan isn’t why you were important enough for us not to be over.”
Travis; “Petulant little vermin. Quote the TWiSTeD Proverbs to me.”
(BoolZ didn’t hear him. By choice or not he didn’t hear him. RBI now fully from the cafeteria we look back to Roberts who almost drops his phone as it rings. He eagerly checks the caller ID, then looks up towards Old Lady Levene.)
Travis; “The TWiSTeD Icon is right here, there is no need to tie up Travis Roberts’ line.”
(Outside the cafeteria we are reminded how much more we enjoy the company of Travis Roberts to his estranged ‘better half’. The very sight of Mary-Joanna gliding in her six inch stiletto heels across a month thick coat of wax smeared across the floor is enough to cause a weaker man to turn and run. Instead BoolZ finishes his Red Bull, gives the can to Conni, then cracks open the second.)
MJ; “Oh, Randal are you finally on your way to embarrass the TWiSTeD Heiress again? You’re late!”
BoolZ; “Blame your cohort.”
MJ; “Beg your pardon. Mary-Joanna blames you, like she blames you for our lose last week.”
BoolZ; “MJ, you know this all got real old. Everything you touch turns straight to shit. Answer me, why is it that two weeks after Break for the Border one of Boss P’s men is getting a title shot? Two weeks after your ‘team’ is named contenders for the title, that AKis gets handed another shot?”
MJ; “It is merely that flippant little bird’s last desperate attempt. Travis is more than capable of besting the Dragon, again.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, gotta love the sudden love between you two. I say sudden sarcastically. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if with all that’s happened during Roberts title reign if it wasn’t the two of you maneuvering for the advantage together. I end up softening up Kiseragi for a month before his match. After I put the belt on Travis. Then instead of taking my spot in the mix, I end up suspended, so Travis can beat up a woman while her life falls apart around her. Then you miraculously get me reinstated just so I can fight your battles, and keep that pigeon’s goons off your still husbands back. And the whole time you’re being trailed by that, and this damn close to being put in charge.”
(BoolZ points down to eD cASe who has been sheepishly hiding behind MJ’s leg.)
BoolZ; “Hell you can’t hardly make eye contact with Travis without him reminding you how the Revolution set up Komosube as a champion worth beating just so they could beat him. Doesn’t sound to unfamiliar to what’s been going on with Boss Pelican does it?”
MJ; “You have a truly fascinatingly skewed view of events Randal. Simply dizzying. So is that it? Is that why you threw the match last week?”
BoolZ; “Threw the match? A week before Break for the Border that team of Inevitably Effeminate couldn’t beat me in a handicap match, but they sure as shit pinned DJS last week. I didn’t throw the match, I just wanted to see how far Severino had come since I made a habit of beating him last year. Turns out I think he might have actually gotten worse.
But you know what. I just feel dirty talking with you, so if you’ll excuse me…”
(For the faintest moment we get a feeling of MJ’s thought process. Her perspective. We see the still frame images almost come to form from the still stale air of the building. We see BoolZ perched on the top rope ready to deliver the StarGazer to Roberts at Infinity. We see photograph a private detective took while MJ was selecting her target almost ten months ago of BoolZ shunning Maddy in a park. We see BoolZ and Austin living out their falling out over the now defunct Hardcore championship. We see the night BoolZ agreed to allow eD to put Travis Roberts in the main event at Horizons.)
MJ; “You can’t do it, can you? You can’t bear to succeed.”
BoolZ; “… we’re finish. What?”
MJ; “Of course it all comes together. You simply cannot justify being happy. You struggle so hard for something unattainable and you fear so deeply that there would be nothing else. That is why you made the Hell in a Cell match a triple threat. You knew Kiseragi couldn’t beat you, and you didn’t want to win. That is why you took the very unnecessary risk at Infinity. That is why you distracted yourself with a vendetta against the Dragon rather than fighting for another shot at the title. That is why instead of crushing the last remnants of Boss P’s troops you abandoned your tag team partner. That is why you shirked your responsibilities to train Tobias. That is why you drive around in what MJ is certain is a stolen U-Haul truck instead of living in a house. It is the reason why you live your promiscuous lifestyle undoubtedly searching for a life taking virus. That is why you will eventually push away any and everyone who has ever tried to help you. You simply cannot curb your self destructive tendencies.”
BoolZ; “And my view is slanted? Mrs. Roberts, I am going to beat Severino this week, and KisKis or Travis I am going to beat them at the Pay-Per-View too, and I will be the champion, but right now I have nothing else to say to you.”
(BoolZ steps around MJ and eD while she tries her best to keep her satisfied look to herself. She watches as first BoolZ, then Conni, and finally Cal enter a small room at the end of the hall to the ovation of hundreds of flashbulbs. Mary-Jo looks down at eD who gets a look of he should be doing something on his face but freezes.)
MJ; “Come, eDison. You have much new work to do to further the TWiSTeD Puppeteer’s agenda.”
(The scene fades out as MJ leaves eD to try to match her pace down the hallway.)
It’s been to long but without missing a beat Consequences, Randy’s American Red Nosed Pit Bull, follows closely behind his friend in an image that just seems ‘right’. Then Cal, Randy’s new bitch Chihuahua, scampers behind her savior a few feet away.
Randy hauls a huge bag at presumably empty aluminum cans on his back while juggling a cigarette in his lips and an icy cold Red Bull in his free hand as he mutters to himself.)
Randy; “Ladies and gentlemen of the press… Conni what do you think. That’s kinda a lame way to start a press conference, right? I don’t know why I have to do this. What is wrong with MJ? She should have had Roberts or someone else who’s good with pre-scripted self indulgent ranting take the podium. Like anyone cares what I think about being back in the states.
Moss! Now he loves the camera. Surely he could have found time for this. They might have had to hold this dog and pony show on location, but it’s not like he’s busy getting ready for his next match.
Or hell even Prescott. Yeah that could have great. The GIW returns to American soil, we’re back in our building, and the only decent shot caller in GIW history is back. Plus we’d be able to see her tight little ass swaying back and forth atop though long slender legs. Yeah, they should have got Cara for this.”
(Randy looks down at Conni looking for feedback but only receives the images of a wagging tail and a proud stride. Then he feels the sudden, unexpected, and frail collision that can only mean he didn’t see Bones the GIW’s drooling stuttering janitor. Randy helps him up after debating with himself if he really wanted to touch the creepy old man.)
Bones; “Th.. tha… th… thank…”
Randy; “Bones, how you been? Bet you’re glad to back to work, huh?”
Bones; “N,n,n,ever l,l,e…”
Randy; “Yeah great, hey gotta run.”
Bones; “…l,left.”
(Randy doesn’t hear the janitor’s words as he, with seemingly more purpose than before, he quickly walks away. Once he feels that he’s put enough distance between himself and Hastings second, second fiddle he looks back to Conni, and continues.)
Randy; “Like I really want to spend my day off with that thing. Well it might have been better than a meet and greet with the press. What am I supposed to say, Conni? I mean maybe if I was some fresh faced finally made it fighter I could express the differences between the world and the States. But I’m not, and a hotel in Sydney or Tokyo is just like a hotel in Sacramento or Tucsan. I bet they’re gonna ask what the first I did was. How do you make getting some decent Mexican food seem important to anyone but Tate? Especially after spending ten days in Mexico.
Yeah they should have got someone else. Hell the Revolution seemed to really push how much smarter they were than everyone else because it took the both of them and like six seven months to outwit Komosube for the Global title. They also seemingly neglected to the point that it’s been erased from history but 28 days later they failed to do the same to Kiseragi and his old man to keep that belt. They would have been great.”
(We’ve followed Randy as he skillfully navigated the labyrinth of GIW Arena, and we are now standing before an absolute giant. The behemoth has Randy Boolzian in a massive bear hug. Randy’s dropped the bag of cans, the always half empty Red Bull, and his smoke to the floor as he gasps for breath.)
Randy; “Hermit! UH! HERMIT! LET ME DOWN!”
Old Man Hermit; “Ah, BoolZ it is so good to see you again!”
Randy; “I missed… you too… Hermit… Now… let… me… UH… down.”
Old Man Hermit; “Of course, brother. So we clubbing tonight?”
Randy; “Ah, I can’t. MJ’s got me on this project, and I need to really focus. You know how it is.”
Old Man Hermit; “Oh, yeah. Like I tell these bitches. Sometimes there just isn’t enough ‘Friendly Giant’ to go around, do you know. Ladies can not here so well sometimes though.”
Randy; “Yeah, no kidding. Hey, but I got you a present. Check it out. I kept Red Bull cans printed in the different languages we encountered on the Long Fight Home tour. Have fun with them.”
Old Man Hermit; “Oh, mad love kid. Thank you very much.”
(Old Man Hermit attempts to grab Randy for another colossal bear hug, but he is evaded, and Randy quickly begins stepping away with Conni and Cal in tow. He’s left the never half full can of Red Bull and still smoldering cigarette on the floor.)
Randy; “Hey, glad you like them buddy. I gotta get goin’ though. I’ll talk to you later.”
(Randy puts a little panic in his stride as his steps quicken. Old Man Hermit enthusiastically stomps on the can spouting Red Bull down the hall as he throws up the ‘peace’ sign to Randy. We see Bones quickly, for Bones, shaking his way to clean up the spill before we turn our attention back to Randy.
After a brief look of despair mixed with relief he’s certain he’s far enough away from Old Man Hermit to relax again. As the almost pleasant expression returns to his face, he lights another cigarette, and reaches into his back pocket for a new Red Bull as he continues his trek. Nothing.)
Randy; “Yeah they should have sent someone else. Maybe Severino. He’s used to Gabby, so he clearly doesn’t mind not being the man. He’d probably find it reassuring to be held in the massive safe arms of a timekeeper. I mean he’s seemed to come to grips with Gabrielle being the tough one of the relationship. Plus he’s all talk, and used to making mountains out of ant hills. It’s like how hard was it to beat Savana, Cyanide, and Solomon for that Money in the Bank shot? But holy hell, if the rumors are true you’d think Gabby wasted his favorite butt plug up her lesbian lover’s ass he made such a big deal of it. No wonder he wasn’t man enough to keep her in his bed, so she went and found another woman who could ‘man up’. Shit, that was my last Red Bull I think. Let’s hit the cafeteria.”
(We continue to follow Randy as he stops at the entrance way to the enormous empty space of the GIW eatery cautiously. We observe as he searches the kitchen through the open order window his content look barely managing to hold back the concern on his face. Clearly not finding what he was looking for he turns his attention to the dining room. Completely void of life except for Tate Levene sitting with his back to us, hunched over the table, while Old Levene stands disapprovingly over her grandson. Slowly Randy takes a few steps into the room still searching. Not finding any cause for concern, but still on his guard, he reaches the cooler, and takes out a four pack of Red Bull before heading to the cash register.
There is no one there to ring his total and from this vantage point we can see why. Sitting at Tate’s table, similarly hunched over, is Obese Tony. Both rotund culinary aficionados quickly shovel hot dog after hot dog into their mouth as Old Lady Levene and Brandon McSkinny stand by repulsed by the sight.)
???; “Well if it isn’t the worse decision in the GIW. You’ll probably get as much of a kick out what Travis Roberts heard from that blood sucking harpy as he has.”
(Randy doesn’t turn around or even move, but he is no longer looking at the hot dog eating beast on the other side of the room. Tearing the cardboard holder of the Red Bull four pack, he takes the sweet ambrosia, cracks it open, and lights another cigarette.)
???; “Would you believe that Mary-Joanna seemingly is under the impression that 2008 was anything but the Revolutions year. She actually tried to argue with the Blessed One that it was your year. Travis Roberts has not laughed that hard in years. To think holding a streak against the Revolutions dominance. Hilarious.”
(Randy slowly turns around. His face obscured by soon to be, but always was, half empty can of Red Bull. He takes down the can, bringing to the coffin nail to his lips, inhales deeply, exhales slowly, and then the Red Bull Icon responds.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I guess you would find that funny. That’s pretty good. You know last year about this time I even added your name to my streak. But that’s not important, right now. You’re house boy’s probably gonna end up choking on a chilidog… wait. It all makes sense now.”’
(Now for the first time we see the tall lanky frame of Travis Roberts. His demeanor seemingly rejuvenated though the cell phone clutched in his healed hand and the pipe resting in his left hand confuse as to why.)
Travis; “Hmm, this truly is a remarkable day. First MJ actually served a purpose when speaking with the Headliner, and now you even you seem to acknowledge what is and is not important. The Revolution being back in power. That is what’s important.”
BoolZ; “You know, I’d ask what you’re doing here mingling with the common folk now that your bestest friend has come back, but I don’t really care. How is Cara doing by the way? I was kinda worried about her, and figure you’re so close to the Prescott’s that if anyone knows it’s you. You were kinda her guardian after all... “
{Before we know it the image of Travis Roberts standing in a psychiatric patients room with a scruffy unkempt doctor looking down a Cara Prescott huddled on her bed flashes before our eyes.}
BoolZ; “Well? How is she?”
(Travis for an instant seems out of place before looking down at RBI with a trademarked oblivious smirk.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, never mind. I’m sure I’ll hear all about it. The world will hear all about how the legendary Declan Prescott made his triumphant return to not his company, and how Travis Roberts kept it afloat single handedly repeatedly over the next few months. I wouldn’t be surprised if you two were even in constant communication plotting this whole thing out. But listen since you haven’t done a press conference since I crashed your last one, I’ve gotta get going.”
Travis; “Well, then do try to enjoy yourself.”
(There is a burst of coughing and choking from the hotdog monstrosity across the room which draws the TWiSTeD Guerilla and Red Bull Icons attention from each other.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, and hey. When you defend that Unified title that I let you win back from KisKis by not kicking the ladder out from under you until you had hold of the belt. Do me a favor and bring that TWiSTeD Fight Club belt that I gave back to you after I took it back from AKis. You know the one you couldn’t hold onto during your oh so impressive reign.”
Travis; “The more things change, huh?”
(Travis turns from the sight of his agent receiving the Heimlich from Obese Tony to find BoolZ halfway out of the room but still clearly talking to the Blessed One.)
BoolZ; “It is not about the destination, the reward is in the journey. And maybe before you cream yourself about Prescott’s return should relook at three, four, and six. Your delusional puppy love shtick with Declan isn’t why you were important enough for us not to be over.”
Travis; “Petulant little vermin. Quote the TWiSTeD Proverbs to me.”
(BoolZ didn’t hear him. By choice or not he didn’t hear him. RBI now fully from the cafeteria we look back to Roberts who almost drops his phone as it rings. He eagerly checks the caller ID, then looks up towards Old Lady Levene.)
Travis; “The TWiSTeD Icon is right here, there is no need to tie up Travis Roberts’ line.”
(Outside the cafeteria we are reminded how much more we enjoy the company of Travis Roberts to his estranged ‘better half’. The very sight of Mary-Joanna gliding in her six inch stiletto heels across a month thick coat of wax smeared across the floor is enough to cause a weaker man to turn and run. Instead BoolZ finishes his Red Bull, gives the can to Conni, then cracks open the second.)
MJ; “Oh, Randal are you finally on your way to embarrass the TWiSTeD Heiress again? You’re late!”
BoolZ; “Blame your cohort.”
MJ; “Beg your pardon. Mary-Joanna blames you, like she blames you for our lose last week.”
BoolZ; “MJ, you know this all got real old. Everything you touch turns straight to shit. Answer me, why is it that two weeks after Break for the Border one of Boss P’s men is getting a title shot? Two weeks after your ‘team’ is named contenders for the title, that AKis gets handed another shot?”
MJ; “It is merely that flippant little bird’s last desperate attempt. Travis is more than capable of besting the Dragon, again.”
BoolZ; “Yeah, gotta love the sudden love between you two. I say sudden sarcastically. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if with all that’s happened during Roberts title reign if it wasn’t the two of you maneuvering for the advantage together. I end up softening up Kiseragi for a month before his match. After I put the belt on Travis. Then instead of taking my spot in the mix, I end up suspended, so Travis can beat up a woman while her life falls apart around her. Then you miraculously get me reinstated just so I can fight your battles, and keep that pigeon’s goons off your still husbands back. And the whole time you’re being trailed by that, and this damn close to being put in charge.”
(BoolZ points down to eD cASe who has been sheepishly hiding behind MJ’s leg.)
BoolZ; “Hell you can’t hardly make eye contact with Travis without him reminding you how the Revolution set up Komosube as a champion worth beating just so they could beat him. Doesn’t sound to unfamiliar to what’s been going on with Boss Pelican does it?”
MJ; “You have a truly fascinatingly skewed view of events Randal. Simply dizzying. So is that it? Is that why you threw the match last week?”
BoolZ; “Threw the match? A week before Break for the Border that team of Inevitably Effeminate couldn’t beat me in a handicap match, but they sure as shit pinned DJS last week. I didn’t throw the match, I just wanted to see how far Severino had come since I made a habit of beating him last year. Turns out I think he might have actually gotten worse.
But you know what. I just feel dirty talking with you, so if you’ll excuse me…”
(For the faintest moment we get a feeling of MJ’s thought process. Her perspective. We see the still frame images almost come to form from the still stale air of the building. We see BoolZ perched on the top rope ready to deliver the StarGazer to Roberts at Infinity. We see photograph a private detective took while MJ was selecting her target almost ten months ago of BoolZ shunning Maddy in a park. We see BoolZ and Austin living out their falling out over the now defunct Hardcore championship. We see the night BoolZ agreed to allow eD to put Travis Roberts in the main event at Horizons.)
MJ; “You can’t do it, can you? You can’t bear to succeed.”
BoolZ; “… we’re finish. What?”
MJ; “Of course it all comes together. You simply cannot justify being happy. You struggle so hard for something unattainable and you fear so deeply that there would be nothing else. That is why you made the Hell in a Cell match a triple threat. You knew Kiseragi couldn’t beat you, and you didn’t want to win. That is why you took the very unnecessary risk at Infinity. That is why you distracted yourself with a vendetta against the Dragon rather than fighting for another shot at the title. That is why instead of crushing the last remnants of Boss P’s troops you abandoned your tag team partner. That is why you shirked your responsibilities to train Tobias. That is why you drive around in what MJ is certain is a stolen U-Haul truck instead of living in a house. It is the reason why you live your promiscuous lifestyle undoubtedly searching for a life taking virus. That is why you will eventually push away any and everyone who has ever tried to help you. You simply cannot curb your self destructive tendencies.”
BoolZ; “And my view is slanted? Mrs. Roberts, I am going to beat Severino this week, and KisKis or Travis I am going to beat them at the Pay-Per-View too, and I will be the champion, but right now I have nothing else to say to you.”
(BoolZ steps around MJ and eD while she tries her best to keep her satisfied look to herself. She watches as first BoolZ, then Conni, and finally Cal enter a small room at the end of the hall to the ovation of hundreds of flashbulbs. Mary-Jo looks down at eD who gets a look of he should be doing something on his face but freezes.)
MJ; “Come, eDison. You have much new work to do to further the TWiSTeD Puppeteer’s agenda.”
(The scene fades out as MJ leaves eD to try to match her pace down the hallway.)