Intervention {{NOC 02}}
Jul 22, 2021 3:05:47 GMT -5
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Post by terras on Jul 22, 2021 3:05:47 GMT -5
Two children are playing in traffic.
Both males, one is blonde the other redheaded. Their animated voices are enthusiastic enough to draw a third. This is a younger boy who is much smaller than the others. The child’s hobbies include eating paint chips, sniffing dry erase markers and staring directly into the sun. One day he is going to make an Applebee’s waitress very happy, although that might just be a hallucination brought on by a morphine drip following a gunshot, because the sequence seemed kind of contrived and didn’t ring of Penthouse forum truthiness.
Runt: Can I play too fellas?
Redhead: We don’t let losers join.
Runt: I’m not a... loser.
Blonde: You think you have what it takes to be a Galactic Sex Pirate?
Runt: What’s a Gelato Sax Pie Rat?
Redhead: If you have to ask, you aren’t one.
Runt: Am too!
The ginger bastard points his finger like a gun.
Redhead: Fine, then BAM! I just shot your arm off.
Acceptance. The brat grabs his shoulder in pain, before all the excitement of making a friend goes straight to his head. So dizzy. Really selling the imaginary bullet, the kid stumbles over – fainting right into an oncoming vehicle.
Darkness.
“Let's get out of here!”
When the runt finally comes too, he finds a Toyota Camry stopped inches from his misshapen head. Two large handprint sized dents are in the hood. As the boy sits up, he discovers The Buckeye Bruiser paying the driver for damages. Apparently Ohio’s Favourite Son leaped into traffic, stopped the potentially fatal collision with his bare hands, checked to make sure the child’s injuries were of a phantom play fight nature, and then when on to apologize and square things with the motorist. He might be Superman.
Blonde: Can’t even die right, what a baby.
Runt: I’m not… a baby.
Redhead: Didn’t I shoot your arm off? You’re still using it instead of a hook? Some galactic sex pirate you turned out to be.
The smaller child starts to slowly twist his fingers so they look like a hook.
Redhead: Forget it, you’re hopeless.
They move away.
Runt: No! I’m a pie rat too! See! Let me join. What are you doing? It’s not fair if you don’t explain the story. Tell me what to say!
Rather than pay attention, the small kid starts to whine about not being given enough material to work with, like this will sway any adults in earshot to help him. It’s not an attractive quality.
Blonde: Do you really want to be a pirate?
Runt: I’ll be the best pie rat ever! It’s all I’ve ever wanted!
Blonde: You said that when we were playing bandits last week.
The smaller child has become distracted eating paint chips off the Camry.
Redhead: What’ll you give us to get in?
The small child offers a fistful of Camry paint chips to his new best friends.
Blonde: We have an initiation rite. We’re going to go in there...
The kids point to a convenience store.
Blonde: We’ll start fighting in front of the clerk, while he’s distract you grab as much beer as you can shove under your shirt. Meet us over at the dry cleaners with the beer, and we’ll celebrate you becoming a Galactic Sex Pirate.
Runt: Um. I guess.
Redhead: Then don’t keep us waiting, freak.
The older youths dash for the convenience store. The young child drags his feet – possibly because he’s having a crisis of conscience.
“How you feeling now, sport?”
Having given a substantially amount of money, along with a business card in case repairs run higher, Redmond Fury approaches the small child while the Camry drives off.
Fury: That was a bit scary, but you were very brave. It’s important to remember, when you want to cross the street, stop, look both ways, wait until its clear, and then walk don’t run. Knowing is half the battle.
Runt: Pie rats aren’t scared of nothing.
Undeterred by basic reasoning, the child starts walking towards the store. Shaking his head, The Buckeye Bruiser follows.
Fury: When I was your age, I used to look up to the older kids – would do just about anything to be considered cool like them. Thing is, there was nothing wrong with me, and they would have been lucky to have my company. I know it doesn’t seem it now, but you might be happier playing with bandits that are more your speed than trying to impress these pirates.
The kid waits, no longer moving towards the store, is Redmond getting through to this impressionable mind? No. The boy is staring into the sun.
Fury: Stop that. You’ll burn your eyes out.
Runt: Space has pie rats.
Fury: If a friend asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, like say, drinking or stealing – things that make you feel bad, is that really the kind of friend you want?
The small boy makes a hook with his hand.
Fury: Just think about what I’m saying. If these kids have you stealing now, they might have you doing more dangerous things later.
Runt: Walking the plank?
Fury: Or trying to prove how tough you are in a match against me. It’s not a pretty way to go.
The child nods like he understands, then immediately goes running off towards his first crime. Right into the path of an oncoming vehicle! The Buckeye Bruiser once again leans into the car to save the child’s life. This time it knocks the behemoth off his feet. It’s a lot harder to punch out cars than RHF makes it look.
Driver: You all right?
Redmond Fury slowly gets up, just as the small boy disappears into the convenience store.
Fury: No. I’m not all right. Not at all. But some lessons people can only figure out in their own time.
The Buckeye Bruiser stares down in defeat, clenching his bloody fist until the knuckles look ready to burst.
A dissolve takes us from these busy suburban streets to the relatively serene interiors of the Ohio Addiction Recovery Centre. This is the first time that Redmond Fury has been to the centre, because while he is addicted to Ohio, he sees no reason give up on that crutch. The camera pans over to the large man as he speaks with an addiction specialist.
Fury: So my acquaintance is obsessed with becoming a Galactic Sex Pirate, even though the endeavour will most likely lead to him becoming confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
Specialist: Sex addiction can be a-
Fury: I don’t think it has anything to do with sex.
Specialist: Really?
Fury: Despite the amount of STDs he reports to have, I am fairly sure that Greg is still a virgin. He’s the kind of guy who has waitresses spot him in the middle of picking his nose, and thinks their reactions are that of lust.
Specialist: So he is addicted to acting like a pirate?
Fury: Of the "cosmic sexy" variety, apparently.
Specialist: I’ve never come across that mania before.
Fury: There are a few of them, so it might be catching.
Specialist: I would definitely bring him in for a mental health evaluation, but if this addiction is as dangerous as you suggest, we should be moving towards an intervention soon. Crippled, you said?
Fury: Yes, he’s planning on proving his merit to the rest of the pirates by attempted to defeat me in physical combat.
Specialist: Jesus Christ.
The image dissolves again, from the look of horror on the doctor’s face to a long corridor that leads to a red door. The videographer pushes through the red door, moving into the next room.
Empty.
The walls and floor are grey. There are no visually distinctive elements in this drab setting, except for the massive Asian American seated in the centre of the room.
Fury: Greg. All of your family, friends, and colleagues have gathered here today for an intervention.
No one else is there.
Fury: Everyone who cares about you and your safety, have watched you throw away a promising career, destroying your life, to become a Galactic Sex Pirate.
The Buckeye Bruiser nods at the other concerned parties, or where they would be if they existed.
Fury: I know this might feel like you’re being ambushed, but we’re all here... because we feel you’re worth fighting for. So please keep an open mind. At this point, we’re going to go around the room, and each of us is going to tell you how your addiction has negatively affected all our lives.
After a suitable silence, Redmond looks back at the camera.
Fury: I think the absences speak for themselves. An addiction so embarrassing that even your own mother had to hide in shame.
When I was competing for the number one contender spot, I really had my hopes set on a Xiaolong match. The man was an Ascension staple. I had a match with him on my first Prestige that I was quite pleased with. More than the Phoenix championship, it was that rematch that I was chasing. In successfully defending, you ended that motivation for me. You beat him. How you beat him isn’t important. The main thing is that you are the champion. It’s the Night of Champions, and you have a belt wrapped around your waist for a reason. Even if your style is a little different than Xiaolong, even if you lack his finesse and manners, I firmly believe that we can have just as good a match. Folks might say, that Greg Adkins, he isn’t HALF the wrestler that Xiaolong is… many do... let them flap their gums. You have your own strengths, and I know we are going to have one heck of a match together.
We even have a backstory.
See, at Call 2 Arms – I had Frank Windsor in my sights. I called him out. Planned to make a splash in the AWF at his expense. Only Andrew Morgan cut me off, removed me from the core conflict where I could help my Ascension brothers and sisters – and proved himself the better man that night. You were in another part of the prison, so I understand if you didn’t know I had bad blood with your new gang… as you say, you’re not much for research. Just guest stars, right? But as it is highly unlikely that this Ohio Player will ever go to the Canadian wilds, YOU are as close as I will ever get to vindication on Andrew Morgan.
Now that I am making you pay for sailing under their flag, beating me will be an extra feather in your pirate cap.
So we have ourselves a stake outside of the Phoenix.
This is not going to be a technical clinic. I like to break things, and you like to hump things. Yet despite how potentially awful that sounds on paper, I honestly believe that despite our bad blood – we can put an opener for the ages. This is one last chance for Ascension action, and I plan to rise to the occasion, because the AWF and all the great Phoenix champions deserve one more classic.
Greg, you might be content hanging onto that belt for an annual defence, but I want to set the ring ablaze. This is about the Phoenix, and that bird will rise again.
Getting out of his chair, The Buckeye Bruiser continues to speak as he walks past the camera.
Fury: So remember Greg, that even if you do lose that strap, and the Pirates reject you... you’ll still have all of us.
The room is completely empty.
Both males, one is blonde the other redheaded. Their animated voices are enthusiastic enough to draw a third. This is a younger boy who is much smaller than the others. The child’s hobbies include eating paint chips, sniffing dry erase markers and staring directly into the sun. One day he is going to make an Applebee’s waitress very happy, although that might just be a hallucination brought on by a morphine drip following a gunshot, because the sequence seemed kind of contrived and didn’t ring of Penthouse forum truthiness.
Runt: Can I play too fellas?
Redhead: We don’t let losers join.
Runt: I’m not a... loser.
Blonde: You think you have what it takes to be a Galactic Sex Pirate?
Runt: What’s a Gelato Sax Pie Rat?
Redhead: If you have to ask, you aren’t one.
Runt: Am too!
The ginger bastard points his finger like a gun.
Redhead: Fine, then BAM! I just shot your arm off.
Acceptance. The brat grabs his shoulder in pain, before all the excitement of making a friend goes straight to his head. So dizzy. Really selling the imaginary bullet, the kid stumbles over – fainting right into an oncoming vehicle.
Darkness.
“Let's get out of here!”
When the runt finally comes too, he finds a Toyota Camry stopped inches from his misshapen head. Two large handprint sized dents are in the hood. As the boy sits up, he discovers The Buckeye Bruiser paying the driver for damages. Apparently Ohio’s Favourite Son leaped into traffic, stopped the potentially fatal collision with his bare hands, checked to make sure the child’s injuries were of a phantom play fight nature, and then when on to apologize and square things with the motorist. He might be Superman.
Blonde: Can’t even die right, what a baby.
Runt: I’m not… a baby.
Redhead: Didn’t I shoot your arm off? You’re still using it instead of a hook? Some galactic sex pirate you turned out to be.
The smaller child starts to slowly twist his fingers so they look like a hook.
Redhead: Forget it, you’re hopeless.
They move away.
Runt: No! I’m a pie rat too! See! Let me join. What are you doing? It’s not fair if you don’t explain the story. Tell me what to say!
Rather than pay attention, the small kid starts to whine about not being given enough material to work with, like this will sway any adults in earshot to help him. It’s not an attractive quality.
Blonde: Do you really want to be a pirate?
Runt: I’ll be the best pie rat ever! It’s all I’ve ever wanted!
Blonde: You said that when we were playing bandits last week.
The smaller child has become distracted eating paint chips off the Camry.
Redhead: What’ll you give us to get in?
The small child offers a fistful of Camry paint chips to his new best friends.
Blonde: We have an initiation rite. We’re going to go in there...
The kids point to a convenience store.
Blonde: We’ll start fighting in front of the clerk, while he’s distract you grab as much beer as you can shove under your shirt. Meet us over at the dry cleaners with the beer, and we’ll celebrate you becoming a Galactic Sex Pirate.
Runt: Um. I guess.
Redhead: Then don’t keep us waiting, freak.
The older youths dash for the convenience store. The young child drags his feet – possibly because he’s having a crisis of conscience.
“How you feeling now, sport?”
Having given a substantially amount of money, along with a business card in case repairs run higher, Redmond Fury approaches the small child while the Camry drives off.
Fury: That was a bit scary, but you were very brave. It’s important to remember, when you want to cross the street, stop, look both ways, wait until its clear, and then walk don’t run. Knowing is half the battle.
Runt: Pie rats aren’t scared of nothing.
Undeterred by basic reasoning, the child starts walking towards the store. Shaking his head, The Buckeye Bruiser follows.
Fury: When I was your age, I used to look up to the older kids – would do just about anything to be considered cool like them. Thing is, there was nothing wrong with me, and they would have been lucky to have my company. I know it doesn’t seem it now, but you might be happier playing with bandits that are more your speed than trying to impress these pirates.
The kid waits, no longer moving towards the store, is Redmond getting through to this impressionable mind? No. The boy is staring into the sun.
Fury: Stop that. You’ll burn your eyes out.
Runt: Space has pie rats.
Fury: If a friend asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, like say, drinking or stealing – things that make you feel bad, is that really the kind of friend you want?
The small boy makes a hook with his hand.
Fury: Just think about what I’m saying. If these kids have you stealing now, they might have you doing more dangerous things later.
Runt: Walking the plank?
Fury: Or trying to prove how tough you are in a match against me. It’s not a pretty way to go.
The child nods like he understands, then immediately goes running off towards his first crime. Right into the path of an oncoming vehicle! The Buckeye Bruiser once again leans into the car to save the child’s life. This time it knocks the behemoth off his feet. It’s a lot harder to punch out cars than RHF makes it look.
Driver: You all right?
Redmond Fury slowly gets up, just as the small boy disappears into the convenience store.
Fury: No. I’m not all right. Not at all. But some lessons people can only figure out in their own time.
The Buckeye Bruiser stares down in defeat, clenching his bloody fist until the knuckles look ready to burst.
A dissolve takes us from these busy suburban streets to the relatively serene interiors of the Ohio Addiction Recovery Centre. This is the first time that Redmond Fury has been to the centre, because while he is addicted to Ohio, he sees no reason give up on that crutch. The camera pans over to the large man as he speaks with an addiction specialist.
Fury: So my acquaintance is obsessed with becoming a Galactic Sex Pirate, even though the endeavour will most likely lead to him becoming confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
Specialist: Sex addiction can be a-
Fury: I don’t think it has anything to do with sex.
Specialist: Really?
Fury: Despite the amount of STDs he reports to have, I am fairly sure that Greg is still a virgin. He’s the kind of guy who has waitresses spot him in the middle of picking his nose, and thinks their reactions are that of lust.
Specialist: So he is addicted to acting like a pirate?
Fury: Of the "cosmic sexy" variety, apparently.
Specialist: I’ve never come across that mania before.
Fury: There are a few of them, so it might be catching.
Specialist: I would definitely bring him in for a mental health evaluation, but if this addiction is as dangerous as you suggest, we should be moving towards an intervention soon. Crippled, you said?
Fury: Yes, he’s planning on proving his merit to the rest of the pirates by attempted to defeat me in physical combat.
Specialist: Jesus Christ.
The image dissolves again, from the look of horror on the doctor’s face to a long corridor that leads to a red door. The videographer pushes through the red door, moving into the next room.
Empty.
The walls and floor are grey. There are no visually distinctive elements in this drab setting, except for the massive Asian American seated in the centre of the room.
Fury: Greg. All of your family, friends, and colleagues have gathered here today for an intervention.
No one else is there.
Fury: Everyone who cares about you and your safety, have watched you throw away a promising career, destroying your life, to become a Galactic Sex Pirate.
The Buckeye Bruiser nods at the other concerned parties, or where they would be if they existed.
Fury: I know this might feel like you’re being ambushed, but we’re all here... because we feel you’re worth fighting for. So please keep an open mind. At this point, we’re going to go around the room, and each of us is going to tell you how your addiction has negatively affected all our lives.
After a suitable silence, Redmond looks back at the camera.
Fury: I think the absences speak for themselves. An addiction so embarrassing that even your own mother had to hide in shame.
When I was competing for the number one contender spot, I really had my hopes set on a Xiaolong match. The man was an Ascension staple. I had a match with him on my first Prestige that I was quite pleased with. More than the Phoenix championship, it was that rematch that I was chasing. In successfully defending, you ended that motivation for me. You beat him. How you beat him isn’t important. The main thing is that you are the champion. It’s the Night of Champions, and you have a belt wrapped around your waist for a reason. Even if your style is a little different than Xiaolong, even if you lack his finesse and manners, I firmly believe that we can have just as good a match. Folks might say, that Greg Adkins, he isn’t HALF the wrestler that Xiaolong is… many do... let them flap their gums. You have your own strengths, and I know we are going to have one heck of a match together.
We even have a backstory.
See, at Call 2 Arms – I had Frank Windsor in my sights. I called him out. Planned to make a splash in the AWF at his expense. Only Andrew Morgan cut me off, removed me from the core conflict where I could help my Ascension brothers and sisters – and proved himself the better man that night. You were in another part of the prison, so I understand if you didn’t know I had bad blood with your new gang… as you say, you’re not much for research. Just guest stars, right? But as it is highly unlikely that this Ohio Player will ever go to the Canadian wilds, YOU are as close as I will ever get to vindication on Andrew Morgan.
Now that I am making you pay for sailing under their flag, beating me will be an extra feather in your pirate cap.
So we have ourselves a stake outside of the Phoenix.
This is not going to be a technical clinic. I like to break things, and you like to hump things. Yet despite how potentially awful that sounds on paper, I honestly believe that despite our bad blood – we can put an opener for the ages. This is one last chance for Ascension action, and I plan to rise to the occasion, because the AWF and all the great Phoenix champions deserve one more classic.
Greg, you might be content hanging onto that belt for an annual defence, but I want to set the ring ablaze. This is about the Phoenix, and that bird will rise again.
Getting out of his chair, The Buckeye Bruiser continues to speak as he walks past the camera.
Fury: So remember Greg, that even if you do lose that strap, and the Pirates reject you... you’ll still have all of us.
The room is completely empty.