Far from Home (Subject #42 OH RP #3)
Jul 13, 2019 10:47:37 GMT -5
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Post by anthonycaffrey on Jul 13, 2019 10:47:37 GMT -5
The camera opens in the front seat of a car whizzing down the highway late at night. The car has both headlights on, but all it is highlighting is the vast emptiness of the Nevada desert. The driver of the car keeps shaking his head as he drives off into the night. The only thing that can be heard besides the sounds of the highway is the song “Savior” by Rise Against on the radio. The driver even pops his head out the window to check the sky, to make sure he’s headed in the right general direction: north.
???
HE COULDN’T HAVE GONE THAT FAR, THE GAS STATION WAS BACK… C’MON…
The camera catches the face of the driver: it’s Destiny Wrestling’s Dumb Ref! He bangs on the dashboard in frustration as he puts his foot down harder on the gas pedal.
DUMB REF
WHERE ARE YOU?
The nervous energy can be felt from the passenger side of the car as his vehicle rattles down the highway at high speeds. He realizes that the road looks hopeless until he notices a small trail of what looks like green goo beginning to peter off the shoulder of the road. He immediately hits the brakes and begins to quickly deaccelerate.
DUMB REF
THAT’S GOTTA BE IT.
Dumb outdrives the trail of goo but throws the car into reverse on the shoulder of the highway, backing up to the point where he’s right on top of it. He looks down the highway, realizing that no one is coming, before hopping out of the vehicle. The cameraman follows as Dumb points at the goo on the ground.
DUMB REF
BLOOD.
Blood? The conviction in which Dumb Ref said the phrase made no sense, especially because two odd numbers don't seem to have been rolled. But blood? But it’s green! Ref ignores the complaints from the cameraman as he turns the flashlight function on his phone on and begins to move towards the dark woods on the side of the highway. He follows the trail.
Ref doesn’t have to walk too far to find what he’s looking for. A downed Subject #42, leaning against a tree. We finally get a close look up on the Freak’s wounds, and they do not look pretty. A gash on the side of its head reveals its skull as it lays on the ground, panting as if it had just kicked out right before three.
DUMB REF
SUBJECT!
Subject #42 looks up from the tree. It is clearly exhausted, and probably dehydrated. The growl from its stomach could deafen a man. It makes eye contact with Dumb… and then turns away.
SUBJECT #42
...ragh…
With nowhere to crawl or energy left to muster, Subject lays there. It does not look like a future X*Crown Champion, it looks like it’s closer to death than anything. But it does not want Dumb Ref around, as it swats at him with its remaining energy when Dumb tries to tend to its wounds.
SUBJECT #42
...ragh!
DUMB
SUBJECT, IT’S ME.
Subject tries to cover it ear from the yelling, but can barely manage to do so. Ref quickly apologizes.
DUMB
SORRY, forcesome habit.
SUBJECT #42
...ragh… ragh…
DUMB
I saved you. I’ve got you now, man. We’re going to get you back to Destiny---
SUBJECT #42
...ragh!
Subject #42 rolls onto its stomach. It shakes its head. It begins to crawl away with whatever it has left, but it isn’t much.
DUMB
What’s the matter buddy? We gotta get you home!
Subject stops crawling away.
SUBJECT #42
...ragh?
Dumb braces himself and then gets down in the dirt with Subject, emphasthizing with the Beast.
DUMB
Home. Destiny is your home.
Subject growls, knowing that it hasn’t been “home” in months. It spits on the ground.
DUMB
Subject---
SUBJECT #42
Ragh!
In a pathetic gasp of air, Subject voices its disapproval. Ref quickly keys in on what’s going on.
DUMB
Look, I’m sorry, okay? We didn’t mean to ditch you.
The Freak softens.
SUBJECT #42
...ragh.
DUMB
The last time anyone saw you, you flew off the handle. You were a big ball of scoring hot fire, remember?
Subject finally stops panting.
DUMB
You were on fire, angrily screaming and yelling around us. We did what we could, but I couldn’t find where you had gone. We had to pack up and keep going moving without you.
Subject slowly turns onto its back as the crickets of the woods are the only things making noise. It seems to be taking the thoughts in. After a pause, it points at Ref’s eyes.
SUBJECT #42
....ragh?
Dumb tries to communicate with its hands.
DUMB
Ragh.
Ref nods.
DUMB
Granted, I yelled and screamed too. But that’s what happens, Subject. I don’t even know what the hell you are, but the way I was raised, it’s what happens. Families yell. Family fights. But at the end? They come back together.
Dumb looks down, thinking. Subject stares at him.
DUMB
They come back together, stronger than they were. As a family.
A long pause. Dumb looks down at the ground, not sure if Subject even understands him. He sighs.
SUBJECT #42
Raghragh?
Dumb looks at Subject as if he’s just been hit by a 10 10 roll. He laughs.
DUMB
Family, yes. We’re family. All the guys. And Destiny is your home. Hell it doesn’t matter if we do the show in a courtroom, a meth lab, on Route 66--- God I had to drive that to even get near here--- the point being, wherever we go, Destiny is your home. And there’s so many people who watch the show every week who feel the same, just like I do.
The beast… smiles.
SUBJECT #42
Ragh.
DUMB
You got a fight on your hands. 6’9”, old English guy, looks like he’s fucked half the pigs on his farm. A monster in his own right, a lone wolf with one desire on his mind: gold, and as much as he can get, with the Gold Rush and the X*Crown on his plate. And if I can’t get you up to Minneapolis by Sunday, I’m gonna send out Mike Lio for that fight.
SUBJECT #42
Ragh!
Dumb laughs. He looks… less than pleased with the thought.
DUMB
Yeah, ragh indeed. Oh boy.
Dumb shakes his head.
DUMB
So you can see why I need to get you up to Minneapolis. To put down the giant pigfucker, for one. But for all the people who are rooting for us, rooting for Destiny number two. But most importantly… to solidify and protect home. Our home.
Dumb taps on his heart. The monster nods.
DUMB
Now, I just have one question for you---
Subject looks on, not knowing what the question is. Dumb Ref puts a hand out, offering the Monster a hand.
DUMB
YOU HAVE 2 XP. LEFT OR RIGHT?
The sound that comes out of Subject pierces the night sky as his giant hand meets Ref’s hand.
SUBJECT #42
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT!
Destiny Wrestling’s Freak is helped back to its feet. The camera cuts.
