Post by Alex Kiseragi on Sept 15, 2009 16:01:43 GMT -5
Horizons - 29/11/08
Global Heavyweight Championship/TWiSTeD Fight
Club Championship/GIW Hardcore Championship
Unification Hell In A Cell Triple Threat Match
Alex Kiseragi (GHC)
vs.
Randy Boolzian (HC)
vs.
Travis Roberts (TFCC)
Referee: Glenn Burke
Winner: Travis Roberts
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(Our scene opens in Boolz’s locker room, the Red Bull Icon still dressed in the ring gear he had been wearing for his impromptu back stage brawl. He smiled looking down at Conni who was looking up at him expectantly, growling in a low and unthreatening manner. He took the Hardcore title belt from his shoulder and dropped it on the floor where his faithful companion instantly started to gnaw on it enthusiastically.)
Mary-Joanna; “Boolz! Where have you been?”
(The TWiSTeD Heiress turned from her place stood over the sink where she had been brushing her teeth in a display almost too enthusiastic to be convincing.)
Boolz; “Took a while for me to get away from Boss P. Why?”
Mary-Joanna; “He kissed me! That filthy wretched bastard kissed me!”
(Boolz rolls his eyes slightly and touches his fingers to a bruise over his left eye as he walks over towards the couch and slumps down.)
Boolz: “Yeah, that was terrible. Don’t mind me though, that stick didn’t hurt a bit.”
(Mary-Jo quickly cleans her mouth out and puts the toothbrush down before practically leaping on the Red Bull Icon, landing straddled over his lap, leaning close to him to inspect the assorted bruising on his face and chest.)
Mary-Joanna; “Aw, I’m sorry babe. Are you ok?”
Boolz; “Yeah I’m fine. Can’t believe that ambiguous little chode though.”
Mary-Joanna; “Really?”
Boolz; “Really. I didn’t think he had it in him. Not surprising he’d turn out be such a little back fighter. I mean, who attacks a guy from behind, then tells the guy they just jumped that they have no honour? What the fuck’s up with that?”
Mary-Joanna; “Anger can make people do a lot of crazy things.”
Boolz; “Yeah…sure.”
(By this point Boolz isn’t entirely listening, his mind off somewhere else, a fact that Mary-Jo was secretly thankful for as it kept Randy from asking any more difficult questions regarding her last statement.
The pair remained there for quite some time, wrapped in one another, the perfect façade of passion and love that shrouded a void as empty as the space between the stars themselves. They spoke but neither listened, merely heard and responded only out of the need to maintain the façade. The scene fades out.)
(We return days later. It’s mid week and a cold evening. We’re in the park with Boolz, Conni and Mary-Jo. Boolz is in the centre, his left hand holding Conni’s leash, his right holding Mary-Jo’s, their fingers interlocked. The three of them walking side by side down the path, Boolz looking down at Conni as he walked, paying little heed to MJ who’s attempting to wrap herself around his other arm.)
Mary-Joanna; “So, you nervous?”
Boolz; “Nope, I’ve walked in parks lots of times.”
(Mary-Jo playfully punches Randy in the chest, finally drawing his attention back up to eye level as he looks down his arm at her with a thin smile.)
Mary-Joanna; “You know what I mean. There’s not long to go.”
Boolz; “I know.”
Mary-Joanna; “So, nervous?”
(Boolz looked up and around at the trees and back to the ground and at a couple of passing joggers and everywhere else except at her.)
Boolz; “Nope. Why would I be?”
Mary-Joanna; “Because you’ve got what must be the biggest match of your career coming up.”
Boolz; “Maybe so, but think about it. It’s little Kis-Kis, who I’ve beaten twice already. Three times if you include the beating Boss P saved him from last week. That was even before he sold out and started showing his underpants off to the world and before I got under his skin.”
Mary-Joanna; “You think so?”
Boolz; “Clearly. Ever seen that sad sap display an emotion before? Then look at last week. I got to him. Then it’s just Travis, who couldn’t beat the aforementioned sad sap. It’ll be a pushover.”
(The trio continue walking in silence for a few minutes, MJ’s demeanour becoming more sullen at the mention of her ex-husband. Soon she broke the silence again though.)
Mary-Joanna; “You won’t go crazy will you?”
(Her voice was quiet, hopeful, but trying not to sound too passionate.)
Boolz; “Hmm?”
Mary-Joanna; “In the match. You won’t go crazy will you?”
Boolz; “How do you mean?”
Mary-Joanna; “MJ means, you’ll win. You’ll become the Global Heavyweight Champion and win MJ the TWiSTeD Fight Club belt but, that’s it right. You’re not going to, you know, brutalise anyone are you?”
(She seemed to recede somewhat as she uttered the last sentence, almost fearful at the merely curious, confused frown that had scrunched up the Red Bull Icon’s forehead and furrowed his brow.)
Boolz; “Of course not.”
Mary-Joanna; “Good.”
(The scene fades out to the trio walking away from shot, Mary-Jo once more holding herself as close into BoolZ as possible, wrapping herself thoroughly around his arm while the Hardcore Champion pays her little attention, concerned more with Conni to the casual onlooker, though his eyes would tell a different story.)
(We return on a sunny but cold Saturday morning. Grass cracks underfoot as the pressure breaks through the coats of thin frost that cover ever blade. We are in a graveyard. As we pass we see a number of people, individuals, couples, families, stood at assorted stones around the field, many in suits and expensive looking black clothing. Some laid flowers, some wept, others merely stood in silent contemplation. The Red Bull Icon was one of the latter. He was stood, dressed in his usual black Dickies pants and a thick plain black hoody. He was quiet and still, only his breath hanging in the air ahead of him indicated he hadn’t joined those beneath and merely forgotten to fall down. Even Conni was sat down, docile, by his leg. After a few minutes he crouches down and we can see the grave belongs, unsurprisingly to Ashton McCourt.)
Boolz; “Today’s the day huh?”
(He keeps his voice low, whether because he doesn’t want people to hear what he’s saying or whether he just doesn’t want them to hear him talking to a gravestone is unclear.)
Boolz; “Just a few hours and I’m gonna be fighting Travis Roberts for the TWiSTeD Fight Club belt. How weird is that?”
(He pauses for a moment, as if allowing for a response.)
Boolz; “And little Kis-Kis too. Think about it, this time tomorrow I’ll be the Global Heavyweight Champion.”
(Another short pause.)
Boolz; “And then this is all going to be over. Our dream, your dream will have come true. We’ll be World Champions and Travis…”
(Boolz’s fist clenches tightly by his side as he utters the Headliner’s name.)
Boolz; “And Travis Robert’s will get what’s coming to him. I’ll show everyone who he really is, I’ll show him for the lying, cheating pitiful excuse for a competitor he is. I’ll show the world…
(A thin, uneasy smile escapes the edge of his lips.)
Boolz; “I’ll even show Heaven. So you’d better be watching hey?”
(Boolz slowly stands up, Conni doing the same next to him. He stands for a few moments again then turns on his heel and walks away to the waiting U-Suk Mobile. The recorded cheers feel out of place in the surrounding and several people look on, disgusted, even offended at the disruption it caused. Boolz pays them no heed though as the vehicle pulls out and disappears up the road, into the Horizon.)
Global Heavyweight Championship/TWiSTeD Fight
Club Championship/GIW Hardcore Championship
Unification Hell In A Cell Triple Threat Match
Alex Kiseragi (GHC)
vs.
Randy Boolzian (HC)
vs.
Travis Roberts (TFCC)
Referee: Glenn Burke
Winner: Travis Roberts
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(Our scene opens in Boolz’s locker room, the Red Bull Icon still dressed in the ring gear he had been wearing for his impromptu back stage brawl. He smiled looking down at Conni who was looking up at him expectantly, growling in a low and unthreatening manner. He took the Hardcore title belt from his shoulder and dropped it on the floor where his faithful companion instantly started to gnaw on it enthusiastically.)
Mary-Joanna; “Boolz! Where have you been?”
(The TWiSTeD Heiress turned from her place stood over the sink where she had been brushing her teeth in a display almost too enthusiastic to be convincing.)
Boolz; “Took a while for me to get away from Boss P. Why?”
Mary-Joanna; “He kissed me! That filthy wretched bastard kissed me!”
(Boolz rolls his eyes slightly and touches his fingers to a bruise over his left eye as he walks over towards the couch and slumps down.)
Boolz: “Yeah, that was terrible. Don’t mind me though, that stick didn’t hurt a bit.”
(Mary-Jo quickly cleans her mouth out and puts the toothbrush down before practically leaping on the Red Bull Icon, landing straddled over his lap, leaning close to him to inspect the assorted bruising on his face and chest.)
Mary-Joanna; “Aw, I’m sorry babe. Are you ok?”
Boolz; “Yeah I’m fine. Can’t believe that ambiguous little chode though.”
Mary-Joanna; “Really?”
Boolz; “Really. I didn’t think he had it in him. Not surprising he’d turn out be such a little back fighter. I mean, who attacks a guy from behind, then tells the guy they just jumped that they have no honour? What the fuck’s up with that?”
Mary-Joanna; “Anger can make people do a lot of crazy things.”
Boolz; “Yeah…sure.”
(By this point Boolz isn’t entirely listening, his mind off somewhere else, a fact that Mary-Jo was secretly thankful for as it kept Randy from asking any more difficult questions regarding her last statement.
The pair remained there for quite some time, wrapped in one another, the perfect façade of passion and love that shrouded a void as empty as the space between the stars themselves. They spoke but neither listened, merely heard and responded only out of the need to maintain the façade. The scene fades out.)
(We return days later. It’s mid week and a cold evening. We’re in the park with Boolz, Conni and Mary-Jo. Boolz is in the centre, his left hand holding Conni’s leash, his right holding Mary-Jo’s, their fingers interlocked. The three of them walking side by side down the path, Boolz looking down at Conni as he walked, paying little heed to MJ who’s attempting to wrap herself around his other arm.)
Mary-Joanna; “So, you nervous?”
Boolz; “Nope, I’ve walked in parks lots of times.”
(Mary-Jo playfully punches Randy in the chest, finally drawing his attention back up to eye level as he looks down his arm at her with a thin smile.)
Mary-Joanna; “You know what I mean. There’s not long to go.”
Boolz; “I know.”
Mary-Joanna; “So, nervous?”
(Boolz looked up and around at the trees and back to the ground and at a couple of passing joggers and everywhere else except at her.)
Boolz; “Nope. Why would I be?”
Mary-Joanna; “Because you’ve got what must be the biggest match of your career coming up.”
Boolz; “Maybe so, but think about it. It’s little Kis-Kis, who I’ve beaten twice already. Three times if you include the beating Boss P saved him from last week. That was even before he sold out and started showing his underpants off to the world and before I got under his skin.”
Mary-Joanna; “You think so?”
Boolz; “Clearly. Ever seen that sad sap display an emotion before? Then look at last week. I got to him. Then it’s just Travis, who couldn’t beat the aforementioned sad sap. It’ll be a pushover.”
(The trio continue walking in silence for a few minutes, MJ’s demeanour becoming more sullen at the mention of her ex-husband. Soon she broke the silence again though.)
Mary-Joanna; “You won’t go crazy will you?”
(Her voice was quiet, hopeful, but trying not to sound too passionate.)
Boolz; “Hmm?”
Mary-Joanna; “In the match. You won’t go crazy will you?”
Boolz; “How do you mean?”
Mary-Joanna; “MJ means, you’ll win. You’ll become the Global Heavyweight Champion and win MJ the TWiSTeD Fight Club belt but, that’s it right. You’re not going to, you know, brutalise anyone are you?”
(She seemed to recede somewhat as she uttered the last sentence, almost fearful at the merely curious, confused frown that had scrunched up the Red Bull Icon’s forehead and furrowed his brow.)
Boolz; “Of course not.”
Mary-Joanna; “Good.”
(The scene fades out to the trio walking away from shot, Mary-Jo once more holding herself as close into BoolZ as possible, wrapping herself thoroughly around his arm while the Hardcore Champion pays her little attention, concerned more with Conni to the casual onlooker, though his eyes would tell a different story.)
(We return on a sunny but cold Saturday morning. Grass cracks underfoot as the pressure breaks through the coats of thin frost that cover ever blade. We are in a graveyard. As we pass we see a number of people, individuals, couples, families, stood at assorted stones around the field, many in suits and expensive looking black clothing. Some laid flowers, some wept, others merely stood in silent contemplation. The Red Bull Icon was one of the latter. He was stood, dressed in his usual black Dickies pants and a thick plain black hoody. He was quiet and still, only his breath hanging in the air ahead of him indicated he hadn’t joined those beneath and merely forgotten to fall down. Even Conni was sat down, docile, by his leg. After a few minutes he crouches down and we can see the grave belongs, unsurprisingly to Ashton McCourt.)
Boolz; “Today’s the day huh?”
(He keeps his voice low, whether because he doesn’t want people to hear what he’s saying or whether he just doesn’t want them to hear him talking to a gravestone is unclear.)
Boolz; “Just a few hours and I’m gonna be fighting Travis Roberts for the TWiSTeD Fight Club belt. How weird is that?”
(He pauses for a moment, as if allowing for a response.)
Boolz; “And little Kis-Kis too. Think about it, this time tomorrow I’ll be the Global Heavyweight Champion.”
(Another short pause.)
Boolz; “And then this is all going to be over. Our dream, your dream will have come true. We’ll be World Champions and Travis…”
(Boolz’s fist clenches tightly by his side as he utters the Headliner’s name.)
Boolz; “And Travis Robert’s will get what’s coming to him. I’ll show everyone who he really is, I’ll show him for the lying, cheating pitiful excuse for a competitor he is. I’ll show the world…
(A thin, uneasy smile escapes the edge of his lips.)
Boolz; “I’ll even show Heaven. So you’d better be watching hey?”
(Boolz slowly stands up, Conni doing the same next to him. He stands for a few moments again then turns on his heel and walks away to the waiting U-Suk Mobile. The recorded cheers feel out of place in the surrounding and several people look on, disgusted, even offended at the disruption it caused. Boolz pays them no heed though as the vehicle pulls out and disappears up the road, into the Horizon.)
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