Raghragh [Last RP, 4]
Oct 25, 2019 20:33:33 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 2 more like this
Post by anthonycaffrey on Oct 25, 2019 20:33:33 GMT -5
The scene opens on a dark cell. There is only one occupant: the monster, Subject #42. It lays on the ground of the cell, having been separated from the rest of the recently arrested. It still has both its hands and feet cuffed, making its movement incredibly limited. Its two championships, meaning the actual physical belts usually in its possession, are nowhere in sight as it sits up, taking another look at its surroundings.
The walls surrounding Subject are solid brick, offering no sunlight or vision into the outside world. A big black metal door with a single slot for dropping in a tray of food keeps Subject from leaving.
The camera moves to the outside of the cell, revealing that Subject is being kept in a version of solitary confinement to keep it far away from everyone else. If you didn’t know that a 300+ pound monster was being held in captivity behind that door, you would have no idea. There is no reason to let The Freak mingle with the general population. The harm that Subject could do to the homicidal maniacs, rapists, and gang members also locked up at the facility is simply not worth the risk.
In reality, it would be foolish to willingly elect to be locked inside any structure with Subject. But unfortunately, Psychotic Goth, Bobby Barratt, and Maverick all seem to have some kind of death wish, or at the very least, the three men do not value their health as much as they should.
Goth could at least claim some kind of insanity would inspire him to get locked in with the beast. His ancient English dialect may have simply been missing words for modern English phrases like “surrender”, “this match is a terrible idea”, and “Subject #42 will pop your head like a grape”. A popular linguistics theory communicates the idea: if you don’t have the words for specific ideas or thoughts, you’d simply never have those thoughts.
But the same logical exemption could not be applied to Bobby Barratt or Maverick, two men who had chosen to foolishly pursue the grandest of their ambitions at exactly the wrong time. Two men who were once associated with the Icons, who both had chosen to leave after the Icons were thoroughly exposed and beaten by a handful of wrestlers over the past year, including by their own hands. Or at least, you’d make the mistake of thinking both had left The Icons, with Bobby joining a LGBTQ stable as a straight white man who’s never been threatened with consequences for his sexuality, and with Maverick straight up disappearing from the realm and somehow returning without any kind of explanation.
The time that we wait for what will certainly be a rushed and poorly executed of Maverick’s reappearance continues to pass as Subject lays in its cell. Subject lays on the ground uncertain of many things: has it lost its X-Crown already? How much time has passed? How much trouble is the Freak truly in? Subject stews over these uncertainties, knowing that there are no guarantees in its life, except for death, taxes, and the fact that both Bobby and Maverick will try to cash in on the name recognition of the Icons after leaving the group. It is similar to a man who brags about how hot his ex-girlfriend is. Subject doesn’t need to hitch itself to a dead group to boost itself as a legitimate contender, but it sure as hell needs to get out of this cell. It continues to lay there, thinking about its opponents and what it’s done to its freedom
If Subject could just get out, everyone would come to the realization of how much of a shame it is that the two former Icons would choose to shorten their careers this way. While as anyone could tell you Bobby’s career is nearly finished anyway, Bobby Barratt could probably have had one more reign with the AWF Prestige Championship. He was even willing to subject himself to hundreds of questions about his sexuality and listen to Seth Dillinger’s boyfriend Dennis drone on and on about such exciting topics as wallpaper and what he had for lunch today in order to gain an insurance policy to cover for his increasingly inadequate performances as of late. It was a seemingly foolproof plan, but not for matches like the one he’d be stepping into at End of Days. This insurance policy would have helped him in a regular singles match where his allies that actually identify with the letters could run interference, but not when he’s going to be trapped in a Vortex with a 7’0” monster that could rip his arms out of their sockets.
And seeing how the seemingly infallible Death Trap, who had made it to the by-far weakest finals of the weakest End of Days tournament in XHF history, had just lost his MCCW World Championship, Maverick probably could have made a claim to that piece of gold as well. But instead, Maverick had chosen to step in to the actual competition he had run away from, and would soon realize why he had left in the first place as he lost yet another big-time singles match. Unlike Subject, who could take a loss in stride and come back even more dangerous, it had become clear to all parties involved that Maverick had been changed. But instead of taking a redemptive tour and trying to be the hero that fans want him to be, Maverick’s behavior’s still fully pointed to how much of a dick he truly could be.
Subject is clearly woozy as it sits up, the results of the chemicals it was sedated with. It does its best to handle the sensations of coming back to consciousness, and the cuffs wrapped around its feet lead it to trip and fall down more than once as it struggles to maintain its balance. It looks to the walls for something to grab, but there’s nothing left. It has no one to lean on, no one to go to for sage wisdom that everyone else already knows.
It begins to think further on the X-Crown as it realizes it’s impossible to tell how much time has passed. Has The Freak already lost the X-Crown without even defending it, or has it only been a few hours since the arrest? There are no indicators to tell Subject what time it is. It looks to the door, hoping to find a way out of the box, but it is stuck. One minute it was the X-Crown champion and the toast of Destiny Wrestling, and now Subject’s stuck in a cell in the middle of nowhere.
Subject bangs into the door as it does its best to fight the fleeting feeling of success. It knows it could win if it could just escape the cell, but it can’t do that. Its fighting is very similar to the trappings of its three opponents: Goth being held back by his sanity, Barratt being held back his body and mind not being what they once were, and Maverick’s general shittiness holding him back from ever accomplishing any success even worth making fun of him for.
It bangs into the door again. There is a loud BANG, but Subject has to recoil back as the door has not budged even a single inch, and it is stuck in this hellhole. Its mind begins rushing back towards The Ref. Maybe once he was free, the two could somehow find a way to make peace, and go on. Maybe it had made a mistake in its arrogance, maybe it had made a mistake in tossing aside the only man who had ever treated him like family. There was that word again.
SUBJECT #42
Raghragh.
The walls surrounding Subject are solid brick, offering no sunlight or vision into the outside world. A big black metal door with a single slot for dropping in a tray of food keeps Subject from leaving.
The camera moves to the outside of the cell, revealing that Subject is being kept in a version of solitary confinement to keep it far away from everyone else. If you didn’t know that a 300+ pound monster was being held in captivity behind that door, you would have no idea. There is no reason to let The Freak mingle with the general population. The harm that Subject could do to the homicidal maniacs, rapists, and gang members also locked up at the facility is simply not worth the risk.
In reality, it would be foolish to willingly elect to be locked inside any structure with Subject. But unfortunately, Psychotic Goth, Bobby Barratt, and Maverick all seem to have some kind of death wish, or at the very least, the three men do not value their health as much as they should.
Goth could at least claim some kind of insanity would inspire him to get locked in with the beast. His ancient English dialect may have simply been missing words for modern English phrases like “surrender”, “this match is a terrible idea”, and “Subject #42 will pop your head like a grape”. A popular linguistics theory communicates the idea: if you don’t have the words for specific ideas or thoughts, you’d simply never have those thoughts.
But the same logical exemption could not be applied to Bobby Barratt or Maverick, two men who had chosen to foolishly pursue the grandest of their ambitions at exactly the wrong time. Two men who were once associated with the Icons, who both had chosen to leave after the Icons were thoroughly exposed and beaten by a handful of wrestlers over the past year, including by their own hands. Or at least, you’d make the mistake of thinking both had left The Icons, with Bobby joining a LGBTQ stable as a straight white man who’s never been threatened with consequences for his sexuality, and with Maverick straight up disappearing from the realm and somehow returning without any kind of explanation.
The time that we wait for what will certainly be a rushed and poorly executed of Maverick’s reappearance continues to pass as Subject lays in its cell. Subject lays on the ground uncertain of many things: has it lost its X-Crown already? How much time has passed? How much trouble is the Freak truly in? Subject stews over these uncertainties, knowing that there are no guarantees in its life, except for death, taxes, and the fact that both Bobby and Maverick will try to cash in on the name recognition of the Icons after leaving the group. It is similar to a man who brags about how hot his ex-girlfriend is. Subject doesn’t need to hitch itself to a dead group to boost itself as a legitimate contender, but it sure as hell needs to get out of this cell. It continues to lay there, thinking about its opponents and what it’s done to its freedom
If Subject could just get out, everyone would come to the realization of how much of a shame it is that the two former Icons would choose to shorten their careers this way. While as anyone could tell you Bobby’s career is nearly finished anyway, Bobby Barratt could probably have had one more reign with the AWF Prestige Championship. He was even willing to subject himself to hundreds of questions about his sexuality and listen to Seth Dillinger’s boyfriend Dennis drone on and on about such exciting topics as wallpaper and what he had for lunch today in order to gain an insurance policy to cover for his increasingly inadequate performances as of late. It was a seemingly foolproof plan, but not for matches like the one he’d be stepping into at End of Days. This insurance policy would have helped him in a regular singles match where his allies that actually identify with the letters could run interference, but not when he’s going to be trapped in a Vortex with a 7’0” monster that could rip his arms out of their sockets.
And seeing how the seemingly infallible Death Trap, who had made it to the by-far weakest finals of the weakest End of Days tournament in XHF history, had just lost his MCCW World Championship, Maverick probably could have made a claim to that piece of gold as well. But instead, Maverick had chosen to step in to the actual competition he had run away from, and would soon realize why he had left in the first place as he lost yet another big-time singles match. Unlike Subject, who could take a loss in stride and come back even more dangerous, it had become clear to all parties involved that Maverick had been changed. But instead of taking a redemptive tour and trying to be the hero that fans want him to be, Maverick’s behavior’s still fully pointed to how much of a dick he truly could be.
Subject is clearly woozy as it sits up, the results of the chemicals it was sedated with. It does its best to handle the sensations of coming back to consciousness, and the cuffs wrapped around its feet lead it to trip and fall down more than once as it struggles to maintain its balance. It looks to the walls for something to grab, but there’s nothing left. It has no one to lean on, no one to go to for sage wisdom that everyone else already knows.
It begins to think further on the X-Crown as it realizes it’s impossible to tell how much time has passed. Has The Freak already lost the X-Crown without even defending it, or has it only been a few hours since the arrest? There are no indicators to tell Subject what time it is. It looks to the door, hoping to find a way out of the box, but it is stuck. One minute it was the X-Crown champion and the toast of Destiny Wrestling, and now Subject’s stuck in a cell in the middle of nowhere.
Subject bangs into the door as it does its best to fight the fleeting feeling of success. It knows it could win if it could just escape the cell, but it can’t do that. Its fighting is very similar to the trappings of its three opponents: Goth being held back by his sanity, Barratt being held back his body and mind not being what they once were, and Maverick’s general shittiness holding him back from ever accomplishing any success even worth making fun of him for.
It bangs into the door again. There is a loud BANG, but Subject has to recoil back as the door has not budged even a single inch, and it is stuck in this hellhole. Its mind begins rushing back towards The Ref. Maybe once he was free, the two could somehow find a way to make peace, and go on. Maybe it had made a mistake in its arrogance, maybe it had made a mistake in tossing aside the only man who had ever treated him like family. There was that word again.
SUBJECT #42
Raghragh.
Subject backs up and charges at the door again. The door does not budge as Subject falls backwards. It does not have the ability to truly make up the speed necessary to break in the door, as its feet are both heavily shackled. Its blows also strike as an in-effective solution as it is cuffed at its hands. But Subject keeps thinking about the Ref.
SUBJECT #42
Raghragh.
The Ref had deserved his fate of being slammed through a table, because he was being a gigantic asshole. And the actions that the Ref had taken since, going out of its way to make Subject’s life a living hell, communicated to the beast that maybe he wasn’t worth that connection, maybe he was too toxic to be considered family after all. The thought sinks Subject back to the floor in frustration.
It stays lost in its thoughts, unable to make a movement or take a step forward, when suddenly it thinks about the other family: the DW fans. They had packed the arenas far and wide to see DW’s resident Freak, and week after week, Subject had performed for them. Subject had given them everything they had wanted, beaten nearly every competitior, and was living on the top of the world. But the tiger had come in and thrown Subject for a loop, and now the autograph signing… well, it would be hard to get the fans back on its side after the mauling of the tiger, seeing as how Subject was still in prison and couldn’t show them what it was very much still capable of. But still, but still it had to try. Subject slowly returned to to its feet, centering itself, looking at the door one more time. It charged with everything it had left.
BANG!
The impact of its head smacking against the door knocks out the beast.
___________________
Subject is awoken by the sound of a knocking at its door. It shuffles back to its feet, not quite sure what the hell to do. A female voice outside of the cell peremates the room.
WOMAN
And you’re keeping Subject locked up in solitary confinement? What is wrong with you? It was just a little tiger! I will be suing your little shithole town for everything it’s worth!
OFFICER
Ma’am, you’re going to need to calm down…
WOMAN
I will get my client out of this facility right now, damnit! The bail was posted hours ago!
The door is slowly opened up. The police officer stands back as the red-haired woman dressed in a sharp black pantsuit enters Subject’s cell. Subject has very clearly never seen this woman in its life before.
WOMAN
Did they hurt you? Let me know if they hurt you.
She turns back to the officer.
WOMAN
A moment of confidentality between my client and his legal team, thank you!
The officer nopes off, having better things to do. She reaches into her purse and pulls something out. Another man in a suit behind her comes in, carrying Subject’s championship belts.
MAN
Finally found you, you travel all over the damn place now, don’t you?
Subject realizes exactly who these two are as the light from the outside catches on the man’s badge. It can’t move to defend itself before the woman jabs another needle into its neck. Subject’s eyes immediately light up a deep green color, the light taking over for where its iris and pupil would be.
WOMAN
You’re gonna win us a championship, #42. You're gonna beat the everloving daylights out of your opponents.
Subject wants to turn to move, but it can’t.
MAN
Don’t we have better things to use Subject for? It’s a monster.
WOMAN
We do… but it’s our monster. And it’s gonna do, anything we want it to do, anything we say for it to do, every damned day. We'll be our own little family. Isn’t that right Subject?
Subject compulsively lets out a ragh. Something is very different about the beast.
SUBJECT #42
Ragh.
The sick satisfaction this woman is getting out of this is concerning. Subject feels itself losing control.
WOMAN
I couldn’t hear you!
SUBJECT #42
RAGH!
She smacks Subject across the face. Subject wants to respond, but can't.
WOMAN
Louder!
SUBJECT #42
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
Another needle is injected into Subject’s neck, rendering it unconscious. It drops to the floor in a hurry. The woman has a disturbing smile on her face as she looks over her handiwork.
WOMAN
Good boy.
The camera cuts.
