Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 31, 2009 14:03:26 GMT -5
-Thursday July 16th 04:18-
(Our scene opens to the quiet restless peace of the near complete darkness. Hints of shattered moonlight peek through the blackout curtains to playfully mock and suggest that there could be a life out there. The loud grinding sounds of a not quite sliding door screech out as the largest curtain peels back allowing more of the darkened light to almost light up what is clearly a room. The silhouette of the obvious Randy Boolzian slips back into another hotel room tip toeing in what is more than likely an attempt to not wake up tonight’s trophy at best. At worst she’s been considered as a scarlet letter on his soul.
Possibly blonde, definitely curvy, and absolutely sore she lays on the bed asleep or unconscious but covered by the cheep blanket of just another hotel room. Her position implies she gave up or was defeated mid act. Her knees under her body and face down with her arms stretched out to either side makes her look almost like a speed bump, and in a lot of ways she is… or was.
BoolZ never stays. As quietly as humanly possible, perhaps more so, his presence seeps through the room, grabs his last Red Bull from the melted ice bucket, and cracks open the door allowing the hallway light to flood into the room as the heavy curtain once again shuts out the light midnight blue illuminate from the moon.
BoolZ never stays, but Randy always looks back. And after that last glimpse of tonight’s Maddy, BoolZ escapes through the crack in the door, and leaves down the cheap carpet of the hotel hallway. As he arrives at the elevator we can here the door from his room slam shut. We’re immediately pulled back to the scene just in time to witness a full body convulsion as the pretty blonde jerks her head up just long enough to loose her grasp on reality again, and return to her previous euphoric state.
When we return to the Red Bull Icon we see him standing off to the side against a bank of slot machines in what is obviously a Las Vegas casino with New Orleans theme. Conni his American Red Nosed Pit Bull sits at the next machine using his paw to repeatedly keep the wheels turning. Conni it appears is winning. He finishes his can of Red Bull, stuffs the butt of his cigarette into the now empty can, and tosses them both into the trash. A cocktail waitress is seen in the distance hurriedly making her way in five inch heels and the tiniest corset her 110 pound frame can fit into through the mostly empty floor. A can of Red Bull on her tray. RBI notices this, and immediately pulls the handle of the one armed bandit causing the tumblers to spin until she arrives. The waitress places a napkin down then the Red Bull onto as BoolZ hands over her tip, they share smiles, and she walks off before looking back as he picks up the can. BoolZ then lifts the napkin, reads the seven digits scribbled haphazardly, then stuffs the phone number into his pocket as he lights another cigarette and resumes his people watching.
A man probably in his late forties and more than likely having a rough life sits at the nearest 21 table playing against the dealer, and clearly loosing. Badly. The dealer deals the cards, and cringes after every hit.)
Player; “FUCK!”
Dealer; “Sorry, sir.”
(The next hand is dealt, house wins, and then another hand, and another, and the house always wins.)
Player; “Martin from Georgia, it’s not your fault. I just gotta get back to even. You know I was I up two grand a few hours ago, and should have quit then. Instead I keep playing, then I start loosing, and now I gotta start all over again.”
Martin from Georgia; “Story of my life, sir.”
Player; “Call me Andrew, or Drew. And so you can understand. FUCK! Martin help me out here, I can’t win if the damn cards don’t show up.”
(We cut back to BoolZ half paying attention to anything, half ignoring everything, and wearing a convincingly fake smile as he signs an autograph for couple of twenty something newlyweds. We can hear Drew let loose a few more expletives as the couple walks away with their prize, and we can watch as just like the Itsy Bitsy Spider caught in a hurricane the smile washes away from RBI’s face.
The cocktail waitress now takes up our full view as she refills her tray with watered down drinks, reaches over the counter to grab a Red Bull, and turns for another round. Drew is back in our sights as Martin for Georgia shows the overhead camera’s he’s got nothing up his sleeves and Will from Oregon takes his place. The slot machine is now the only thing we see as an elderly woman takes her seat and hands over a hundred dollar bill. Randy is gone.)
-Sunday July 26th 02:33-
(Vegas wasn’t cutting it. We cut to a shot of a brightly lit dim little Diner. The place is filling up fast now that the bars are closed and there can’t be to much to do in the size of a town that has a brightly lit dim little Diner that fills up when the bars close. The bustle and indiscernible noise irritates, annoys, and comforts as Randy Boolzian sits at a table in the corner puffing away at his cancer stick, nursing a Red Bull, and simply watching the crowd from over his now empty plate of pancakes while Conni finishes what looks like his third plate of ham while sitting across from the Red Bull Icon.
The only cook, apparently doubling as the only waitress, moves like a blur from the grill to the more than likely underage drinkers and back. She’s an older lady, in her fifties, and she doesn’t have time for this. She does how ever have time for the older gentleman sitting at the counter in the seat closest to the grill with seemingly a dozen or more newspapers sprawled out in front of him and his cup of coffee. He scratches the tangled mess of a beard on his neck as he intently watches the swinging doors that lead to the back.)
Gentleman; “Busy tonight, huh Suz?”
(His southern accent is clear, Suzy’s is unmistakable, and the loudest of the drunkards wearing a high school lettermen’s jacket bellows about how much he hates Mississippi.)
Suzy; “Lloyd, now you know it gets like this every Saturday night.”
Lloyd; “So where’s that little Jane girly? Don’t she usually work the lobby?”
Suzy; “Lloyd, you best be leaving that angel alone if you know what be good for you.”
Lloyd; “I know, I know, but where she be?”
Suzy; “Jimmy called her in sick. I guess she went and came home this afternoon wit’out her panties on, again, and Jimmy done beat tha hell outta her, again.”
Lloyd; “Shameful.”
Suzy; “Uhm. What can you do though, he done give her his last name.”
Lloyd; “Still though, such a pretty little thing.”
Suzy; “Not for long she don’t stop pissing in Jimmy’s face. Shoot though, that’s not even the worst of it. Now’in I gotta work this shift by my lonesome. I told Jimmy to, I told him that’s just not fair. Punish yous wife if ya gotta, but do it after work. This shift is just to hard when only one person shows up.”
(Suzy, still overwhelmed should not talked that long. She returns to work, to the hustle of the at capacity floor, to the empty table Randy had been sitting. She takes the money and the empty dishes, walks across the window to the back, and from the window we see BoolZ getting ready to enter the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile. He checks his pockets, pulls out a wadded up pair of panties, tosses them into the passenger side seat, flicks his cigarette and we fade out as he climbs into the truck.)
-Wednesday July 29th 01:54-
(Our scene fades in to the entrance way of a local Wal-Mart. The immediate impulse buy section of the walk way is littered with local flare all praising the great state of Minnesota. The manager’s voice that can be heard screaming is littered with profanity. The young lady’s face, the target of the manager’s rage, is spotted with embarrassment and fatigue. The shopping cart of Randy’s is stocked with four packs of Red Bull as he passes by with a slight smirk to the petite young lady on his way out with Conni chewing on a Moss Edwards plush toy in tow. She returns the gesture before being slammed back to the present.)
Manager; “Now damnit, Kelly, we’re a team here. Don’t you think we’re a team? Don’t you want to be part of that team, Kelly? Fuck, girl the team is only as good as it’s weakest link…”
Kelly; “Chain, Trevor. The chain is only as strong…”
Trevor; “See, now that’s exactly what I’m talking about Kelly! You got a bad attitude, and now you seem to think you can just show up when ever you damn well please, eh? I’m going to write you up.”
Kelly; “What!?! You’re little buddy Petey gets to waltz in and out on break when ever he pleases, but I get written up because I over slept?”
Trevor; “No, you get written up because you’re three hours late! Kyle had to take your register, and you know that boy can’t count. Well tonight he couldn’t get to his restock neither because you overslept.
Now Kelly you made a commitment to this company, and we expect you to show up on time. We had such high hopes for you too. You used to always be a few minutes early, your smock was always nice and neat…”
(Kelly takes a moment to scratch some unidentified substance from the shoulder of her blue wrinkled apron.)
Trevor; “… you came in with a friendly smile and your hair was done up nice and good…
(Kelly thinks a minute before brushing her still slightly sweaty brunette hair from her eyes.)
Trevor; “… your pants were good and pressed…”
(Kelly shifts her feet trying to get the khaki pant leg from sticking to the rug burns on her knees.)
Trevor; “… but tonight you’ve disappointed me. Tonight you’ve let me down, our team down, tonight you let Wal-Mart down. You think you can just damn stroll in here when ever you damn well please looking like some damn crack whore who just damn…”
(Kelly lets loose with all the fury of her five foot eight inch body, and knocks Trevor on his ass.)
Kelly; “I don’t need this Trevor! I show up late one time and you that makes you think you can talk to me like that. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the watching me with that sick little look of yours when I have to stock the bottoms of the end caps at the registers. I’m sick of the little jokes you make when you think I can’t hear you to your little roommate Petey. I’m tired of you…”
(She gets distracted by the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile pulling away in front of the entrance, and more importantly she gets distracted by BoolZ toasting her with a fresh can of Red Bull. For a second it looks like her legs might give out, she musters what strength her lower body has left, steadies herself, and continues.)
Kelly; “No you know what? Screw it. I quit!”
(This scene fades out as Kelly storms from the store leaving a speechless Trevor in her wake. She pans the parking lot just in time to see the ‘U-Suk’ Mobile entering the freeway onramp at the next light.)
-Sunday August 2nd 16:00-
(The scene fades back into life back in the familiar parking lot employee entrance of the GIW Arena. The atmosphere is alive with anticipation to finally seeing the show that the real roster of the GIW can put on. Already hours before the doors open fans have flooded into the parking lot to tail gate and wait for the finest professional wrestling in the world. There is a buzz in the air.
In almost stark contrast however is Grace Harding. Her high heels pace back and forth as she feverishly types away on her phone before putting it away. As she continues to pace and look out over the employee parking eventually her phone alerts her to a response. It takes all of a second to read the incredibly short response, and even less time for a smile to reach her lips and just the faintest amount of blush to rosy her cheeks down her neck, past the button down shirt, further past the short skirt, to her angel soft smooth thighs, to her knees, and her perfect calves.
She looks up, the smile is replaced by a forced look are annoyance, we turn to see what she sees, and are greeted by Randy Boolzian. Back pack slung over his shoulder, Conni following closely behind with the now unrecognizable Moss Edwards plush toy, and a look of relief on both of their faces when they see Grace.)
Grace; “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to keep a lady waiting?”
(The smile beams from the Red Bull Icon as he tosses his nearly freshly lit cigarette away while he and Conni close the gap to Grace. He can only muster a slight shoulder shrug at the notion that his mother would have taught him anything. Then he raises an eyebrow.)
Grace; “Alright, maybe a little. I maybe missed you a little.”
(Speechless just nods with a confident look as Conni drops the sopping wet rag of a Moss Edwards plush toy at Graces feet before looking up at the young lady with a happy pant and a wagging tail.)
Grace; “You’re going to have to make this up to me, and I know exactly how. Let’s go to your dressing room.”
(A look of utter giddy shock flashes over BoolZ as he rushes to open the door, takes Grace by the hand, and pulls her into the building.)
-Sunday August 2nd 16:40-
(We cut to a shot of BoolZ with a disgusted look on his face as he shuts the door to his locker room, turns to face Conni and his confused canine expression, and then looks down the bottle of nail polish in one hand and a basket of apples in the other. Graces perfume lingers ever so faintly in the air.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, that’s not what I was expecting either. Hey think she wore that skirt on purpose?”
-Sunday August 2nd 17:05-
(BoolZ is seen with a can of black spray paint ‘fixing’ all of the Rock Star machines outside of his dressing room by replacing all of the ‘Rs’ with ‘Cs’ while he talks on his cell phone.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, that’s right. And for the last card. I’d like it to read: ‘Dearest Nicky, the Auteur understands how hard I can be on my talent. This is not an easy script, but will be a great experience for you. Trust me, and keep it up, and if you need any more encouragement please stop by my trailer tonight. Signed M.E’…
Yeah, that’s right. A dozen red roses delivered every half hour… it’s a movie set… well it’d be like your husband sending you flowers at work. Sometimes it’s just nice to be able to show off to all your co-workers right?... Alright, thank you.”
(BoolZ hangs up the phone before starting to spray the last machine.)
Rock Star Machine; “MY EYES! Hyuk-hyuk.”
(BoolZ stops, looks suspiciously, then sprays a little more.)
BoolZ; “How’s Gabby?”
Rock Star Machine; “I will hold her image for an eternity, and not once miss my sight.”
(The scene ends with BoolZ walking back into his dressing room, and slowly shutting the door.)