Post by occulo on Nov 15, 2015 14:19:26 GMT -5
Occulo looks on as Wolf’s leg is hooked
1…
2…
3!!
The bell rings and he just shakes his head.
Occulo: Thanks for the handicap match Wolf.
He applauds Dexter and Alex and heads up the ramp despondently.
CUT
A day later, Occulo and his Father are sat in the cafeteria when a couple of officials sit down near their table.
Official: You seen the new card? Occulo’s got a shot at the TV Title. He deserves it you kno-
The other official motions towards Occulo who looks on, incredulous at how this news has been broken to him.
Official: Sorry Occulo
Occulo: It’s alright. Could be worse, I could be teaming with Wolf again.
The officials laugh nervously and quickly change the topic of conversation.
Mullins: Well, well, well. As soon as I’m back on the scene you have a title shot. What a coincidence…
Occulo: Yeah thanks Dad. It’s all down to you
Mullins: Sarcasm detected and not appreciated. Let’s just face it. I’m your good luck charm.
He takes out his phone and checks the Slam card.
What the fuck? What is Seth’s problem?
Occulo: What?
Mullins: Well it’s true you’re in TV Title match….but you’re teaming up with the champion.
Occulo drops his fork on to his plate of grilled fish with a clang.
Occulo: Who against?
Mullins: Raymond Hatcher and…Adam Young. Damn you have a fucking good chance here.
Occulo: Yeah…
Occulo contemplates his future for a few seconds. Mullins could genuinely help him here. He could let Mullins in and lead him to glory. No. Damn it Occulo, snap out of it. You’re the autonomous one. It was just his damn luck that a title match came along whilst he was maintaining this charade with his Father. If he wins the title, it would be widely acknowledged that yet again Occulo achieved something with the help of another, that he couldn’t have done it on his own. If he loses the match, all momentum is gone. Back to square one…but he had to carry on. It was his best chance ever of ridding John Mullins senior from his life forever. Keep up the charade Occulo, let the haters hate.
Let’s win that damn title. It’s about time I had a belt around my waist, and with your help it’s a sure thing.
Mullins: Of course, how else would it be?
Occulo stares daggers as he sips his coconut water. I can’t fucking wait to see the look of absolute terror on your face as Morte enslaves you for the rest of eternity.
CUT
Bonnie hopped off her bus outside the WCF arena, her phone pressed against her face.
Bonnie: Hey hun, I’m outside the arena now. Are we still….yeah…sure okay. I’ll wait out here then. Hey don’t forget to shower after
training Mr Stinky…fuck you too…love you…bye
She smiles and takes a seat on a bench. It was a sunny day, just like every day should be with her. She is the one shining constant of love and optimism in Occulo’s life. He never had to worry about her, and felt absolutely blessed to have her around…especially now. She attends every one of her shows, in the VIP box at her own demand of course, and is always the first one backstage to tend to him if he is wheeled up the ramp on a stretcher. He is still every bit the fragile flesh and bone to her, and it is that humanity and good nature that she is so in love with.
Blake gets out of a black Mercedes and looks with a sense of regret on his face at Bonnie. He takes a seat next to her and takes a newspaper out of his satchel.
Blake: Nice day huh?
Bonnie looks up from her phone
Bonnie: Sure is
He continues to read his paper.
Blake: You know, that stadium behind us, WCF is having their latest show there on Sunday.
Bonnie: Oh, I know. I’m dating one of the wrestlers there.
She says this with a bouncy smugness
Blake: Oh, cool, anyone particularly famous?
Bonnie: Yeah he can hold his own. Got a title match this Sunday. He has to team up with that nauseating Dustin Beaver guy though. Ugh.
Blake nods and takes a deep breath
Blake: Occulo huh? He’s a rising star that’s for sure. He just needs that bit of individual focus and he’ll be flying.
Bonnie: I agree. I don’t understand why he’s working with his Dad again though. He is the absolute worst.
Blake: I’ve never met him, but from what I’ve seen he isn’t exactly Dad of the Year is he?
Bonnie: No, he is not. I’m going to try and talk some sense into him. I don’t-
Bonnie slumps sideways unconscious as Blake releases a pressure point on her arm. He takes out a walkie talkie.
Blake: The angel is asleep on her cloud. I repeat, the angel is asleep on her cloud. Requesting pick up.
The black Mercedes pulls up and another man helps bundle Bonnie into the back of the car, which then slowly pulls away out of sight. A few minutes later, Occulo enthusiastically jogs down the stadium steps, but is quickly halted by Bonnie’s absence.
Occulo: Weird
He tries to call her but to no avail. Mullins glances through the glass doors, a wry smile creeping across his face
CUT
We open at an unknown location inside a coldly lit interrogation room. The walls are a sickly dark green colour, and there is a 2 way mirror taking up one of the four walls. At the desk in the middle of the room sits a terrified, bound Bonnie who is waking up, and opposite her, Blake.
Bonnie: Where the fuck am I?
Blake: Please stay calm. We mean no harm to you Bonnie.
Bonnie: What? How did you…what did you do to me?
Blake: I will explain everything. But I want you to trust us. Everything we are doing is for your own good.
Bonnie: You knocked me out and brought me to an interrogation room. I’m a bit low on trust right now.
Blake: I understand that, but you will be handsomely rewarded for your cooperation. That is a promise.
Bonnie: How much?
Blake takes out a cheque with her name on it from his inside pocket with a pen, which he hands to Bonnie.
Blake: Your call. All we ask is, as I said, is for your cooperation.
She stares wide eyed at the blank cheque and writes down an amount on it, before sliding it back to Blake.
Blake: Do you swear?
Bonnie: I swear. Now fucking speak.
Blake hands the cheque to his assistant
Blake: Cash this please.
The assistant takes the cheque and leaves the room.
Okay Bonnie. Get comfortable.
Bonnie: Tell me!
Blake: In the year 1945, during the Second World War, the United States dropped atomic bombs on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Bonnie’s face is an absolute picture of confusion, understandably so
The man responsible for these bombings was haunted for years afterwards by a mysterious presence that he said spoke to him “as if from another world”. The voice constantly told him to use his power to kill millions, to kill billions more and to get a strangle hold on humanity. The presence told him that if he did not comply, he would kill his first born son as he was the next on this bloodline he had been killing for centuries.
Bonnie: Okay…I’m still non the wiser on this.
This presence was not quite as mysterious as thought. It was in fact all part of a fabricated hallucination by the US Government controlled by…well that’s not important. They wanted the man in charge of the nuclear bombing to destroy all enemies of the United States with a blitz of missile attacks, but didn’t want the US Government to take the blame.
Bonnie: How did they make him hallucinate so convincingly?
Blake: Simple. Right under his nose. What looked like normal roadworks on his street was actually the Government repointing a tainted water supply to his home. The water was contaminated by a new drug, and from there his mind was a tool, a computer program almost that…they could influence. But at this stage it was not advanced to the point where they could just take over his body. That would have been easy. They had to spark the decision in his mind so he set the missiles off himself.
Bonnie: I still don’t get what this has to do with me
Blake: I’ll get to it I promise. Well, since we are here, alive and talking, he refused. He refused and even let the presence take his son.
Bonnie: Wait hang on. How has this thing been killing for centuries if it was created by the Government?
Blake: Isn’t it obvious? How could a hallucination kill someone? It never had killed anything. But it had such a conviction and powerful hold on the man’s mind that he believed it 100%.
Bonnie: What’s this thing called? How have I never heard of it?
Blake: Its name is Morte. Latin for death.
Bonnie: Lovely…
Blake: So the government had an agent kill his first born son. It destroyed him. The Government decided to lay low with it for a while…until now. Now “Morte” is trying to influence the mind of another.
Bonnie: Hang on, does this have anything to do with what Occulo refers to as…The Cold?
Blake: Ah, yes. Well done. The Cold was created as a hallucination that would befriend their next target, to protect him.
Bonnie: My God…Occulo is their target? Why…why him??
Blake: The Government had watched Occulo grow up in the corner of his Father’s office. They had made him listen to everything they wanted him to. He was the perfect target.
Bonnie: So has Occulo met this…Morte?
Blake: Yes he has, and he is currently playing right into his hands. Morte is playing his “Kill the next in the bloodline” card, and Occulo is going to sacrifice his Dad to him, sending him into this complete hallucinatory world the Government created…an alternate reality if you will.
Bonnie: So…what happens then?
Blake: Well, every time Occulo has reached this world, the portal has always closed straight behind him. The Government did not want anyone seeing it or being able to access the world, until they could send one of their own men in. That man is John Mullins Senior…and he has no idea. Once he is in there and confirmed to be alive the portal will be kept open and they will occupy their own fabrication and open and close it at will. They want it as a place to live in whilst the Earth recovers from complete nuclear destruction. The most important people on this Earth, which is people we never see, will return once the earth is habitable again, and literally rule the new world using resources transported to and protected in the alternate reality.
Bonnie: Well this is just one big mindfuck. So, that’s the story. I’ll ask, again, what does that have to do with me?!
Blake: You must do nothing to interrupt this process
Bonnie: What?! Why would you want this to happen?
Blake: Because we need to follow Mullins in there, and kill him….and then we need to kill Occulo.
Bonnie stands up aggressively
Bonnie: What?! Why??
Blake: Occulo is the target. The only man in the world chosen by The Winter to be able to open and close the portal at will. If he
dies, that portal never opens again and the Earth is safe.
Bonnie: You’ll do no such fucking thing. Surely there’s an alternative?
Blake: I wish there was. Mullins is The Winter’s mole. He’s had a tracking device in him for years. Unbeknownst to him. A tracking device invented for this exact reason. One of us is going to sneak into there at the moment the portal opens, kill Mullins and get out again. We need to make them think Mullins was killed in the transition between worlds. We do that, then kill their target, and their plan is foiled.
Bonnie: Then Plan B kicks in.
Blake: Plan B?
Bonnie: Of course. They’ll have a Plan B surely. There will be another target somewhere in the world. They wouldn’t put all their eggs in one basket. Or they will just wait for another person suitable to do this and the process will start all over again.
Bonnie speaks as the room starts to shake slightly…and then starts to blur
Blake: Shut up….oh shit….no....
Bonnie: What the fuck?
Blake: It’s them….they’re taking us to the other world!!
Bonnie: Fuck…what do we do?!
Blake grabs Bonnie’s arm again and she falls into unconsciousness. She too blurs away and he is stood by the well in the forest. Blake, absolutely terrified, frantically looks around.
Blake: Shit….shit….
He takes a deep breath
Alright. You got me. Come out Morte. Let’s talk.
Morte materialises slowly in front of him
Morte: Well…Blake I believe?
Blake: Right…what do you want with me Morte?
Morte: You fool
Blake: How am I here? I can’t open the portal….
Morte: The portal has been waiting for you. We know you’ve been trying to thwart us for years. We identified you Blake and have been waiting until this exact time and date…for it to swallow you up. You’re here forever now.
Blake: No…no I can’t….
Morte: Go to hell
Morte outstretches a hand and sends a shockwave which sends Blake flying. He just about manages to clutch on to the edge of the well with one hand. He closes his eyes and concentrates. Bonnie wakes up in the office, clutching her stiff fore arm.
Bonnie: What the fuck? Blake? Blake?
The mirror in front of her shudders, and then starts to ripple like the surface of a pond. She then hears Blake’s voice
Blake: Bonnie, save the world….kill Mullins…kill Occulo…
He loses his grip and plunges down into the well. The mirror returns to normal and Bonnie stands stunned.
Bonnie: No…Blake!!!! Occulo…someone?
She tries to open the door but it is locked. She then takes her phone out and realises it was taken from her. Bonnie then takes a chair and with a couple of deep breaths throws it at the mirror, which smashes. She climbs through and opens the door which leads to a long, grey hallway with another door at the very end. As she runs the hallway starts to blur away
Bonnie: No..no…not me you fuckers
She opens the door just as she feels the ground start to fall away from beneath her feet.
Wait…maybe…just…
She closes the door, and then her eyes as she too blurs away into nothing
CUT
Occulo sits on The Hill staring out over the city. He knew this was going to be the place where he would say his final farewell to his Father. Where he would stare into this snake eyes of Morte and lumber him with his Father’s presence for eternity. It excited him, and he felt slightly guilty about it. You just can’t taint a good heart. Occulo knew he was doing the right thing.
But for now he had a match this Sunday to contend with. He had a damn title to win. He had a rematch against Raymond Hatcher. A man he would not underestimate again.
Occulo: Raymond, I gotta hand it to you. You heard me underestimating and bad mouthing you and you gave me a slap that put me in my place. As damn right you should have done.
But I’m going to bounce back up and hit you harder. I know exactly what you’re made of now Raymond. I know how you fight and I know your weaknesses. You straightened me out. Fact. I have a lot of respect for you for doing that.
In our last match you fought an Occulo just wanting to make a climb up the ladder. I shouldn’t have lost to you both. I’m better than that. I’m better than both of you. I have no excuses, just a need to put this right. I’m not going to continue my climb up the ranks without knowing that I CAN beat you Raymond. The Television Title, held by Joey Flash for an unbelievably long time just like his unnatural resentment for me. You’re not going to stop me this time.
It’s almost a shame that we’re not going 1 on 1, but fuck that. Adam Young and Beaver will have to wait their turn until I’ve finished correcting that blip in my career. I need to inflict a horror on you Raymond. I need to inflict such an experience on you that you forget you ever fucking beat me. Yeah alright, you’re more experienced than me but tell me, what good will that do you when that all goes out the window? What happens when everything you have learned doesn’t set you up to win. You battled incompetence last time round, but this time you battle resurgence. You battle a man who wants gold around his waist more than anything in the world. I’m not going to let a man on his debut, a man fifty years in the business or the greatest legend the sport has ever known stop me from achieving the victory. There is not a single person in this entire company that wants…no, needs to rise to the top as much as I do. You’ve done it. You know. You’ve risen to the top before so surely you must see it in me. I am so fucking focussed on beating you this Sunday. Nothing else matters.
You see, people say they want the title and the title of champion in this company. They want it just because of the status. They want it so they can say they are the champion and get that little rush of adrenalin from it. They see it as a prize. A seal of approval for their egos. A trophy. Well fuck that, and fuck those who see it like that. You see Raymond, I see it as a landmark. A page with its corner turned over, a book mark in the story book of my career. It means something totally different to me than what it does for others. It means that I’m getting somewhere. It means that I’m achieving something and that all the damn hard work I put in is paying off. I will never take any of these titles for granted and I will absolutely appreciate and cherish every single second that belt is around my waist. I was heartbroken when I lost my US title. How the fuck could I let it slip away so soon after winning it?
Since that day I have had this desire, this unfathomable ache to become a champion again. You’ve been the best before Raymond. You’ve been world champion and you’ve let it slip away. What’s it like Raymond? What is it like to look up with your one working eye to see a man lift your only evidence that you are the best in the world above his head? You woke up that day as the best in the world, and went to bed feeling at the absolute bottom of the shit pile. Was it at this point you started to compensate for it? Do you resent me Raymond, that I am yet to experience the absolute glory of winning the title and so haven’t experienced the absolutely crushing realisation that I’m not the best anymore? I meant what I said before Raymond, you might have attacked me pushed me down a couple of steps but I AM on the way up and I’m going to be happy pushing you down.
This is round 2 Raymond Hatcher, and I’m going to get the best of you. I’ve learned from what I did wrong and history is not going to fucking repeat itself.
He punches the ground and takes a deep breath
Adam Young and Raymond Hatcher. An established champion and a….well, the established worst wrestler in WCF History. Why does everything you touch turn to absolute failure? How does someone go through every week of a career being so terrible, and so mindnumbingly dull that it doesn’t even classify as slapstick? I mean I could stop there Adam, but I want to know what is making you persevere? What is the ultimate goal of Adam Young? I saw you punch that client in the face during your last promo. So is that what you do now? Attack people who aren’t wrestlers? You can’t win for shit so you just go and score little personal victories over the defenceless? Fuck I bet if they pushed you back and defended themselves they’d probably wipe the floor with you.
So how on Earth did you get this title shot Adam? Is Seth testing your commitment by dangling a title in front of you? Giving you something to fight for? You are completely and utterly useless and deserve absolutely no respect whatsoever. You love the taste of blood huh? I bet you’ve tasted your own more than any other persons. Every fucking week. Why ARE you such a shit wrestler? I just don’t get it. Why are you still here? Just how well do you suck Seth’s cock that he keeps you here? Keeping this squashed, retarded, megalomaniac jobber around. The day you finally leave this place will be a day we’ll all rejoice, well, those that actually notice you’ve gone anyway. You’ve hardly done ANYTHING to make a name for yourself here have you? Look, I’m wasting my breath. You are absolutely none of my concern in this match. See you Sunday night, Adam.
CUT
Bonnie wakes up in a motel room. One that looks all so…familiar to her. She is wearing her work uniform and suddenly feels very lethargic. She hears a footstep and looks around to see an extremely inebriated John Mullins.
John: I will, just let me get cleaned up. As soon as I’m done I’ll go.
Bonnie looks in terror at him as he brushes past her. Why was the past repeating itself? This was the night he tried to rape her.
Bonnie: What the fuck…what the fuck…what the fuck…
He walks into the bathroom and fills the sink with hot water. She slowly follows him and notices a black pistol tucked into his belt. She takes a deep breath and grabs it, then immediately pointing it at his head
Mullins: Hey..woah kid. This isn’t the way now is it?
Bonnie: No, but I love Occulo and if I put you away now it will all end. Everything will be okay again.
Mullins: How do you know my son?
Bonnie: That doesn’t matter. I have been given an opportunity here…I don’t know how the fuck it’s happened, but I am NOT going to waste it
Mullins: Look kid I’m WAY too wasted for this kind of shit. Why don’t you put that gun down and we’ll while away the night hours by making some hot fucking love
Bonnie: Or I could put a bullet in your head
Mullins laughs
Bonnie: You know I really want to wait til your sober before I do this so I can at least see some fear in your eyes, but fuck it, you don’t deserve another second on this Earth
Mullins: Fuck sake bitch. Do you know how many times I’ve had a gun pointed at me? Do you know how many took a shot? None. Do you know how many pussied out and were taken out seconds later? Every. Single. One.
Bonnie: Oh I’m not pussying out of this you cunt
Mullins: Course you’re not. Some shit waitress who spends the night in a fucking grotty motel, who can’t eve-
Bonnie fires the gun, the bullet spraying Mullin’s brains all over the walls of the bathroom. His body falls to the ground in a heap.
Bonnie: Shit…
She hears a voice emanating from the bathroom mirror, which sounds exactly like Blake
Blake: Bonnie?
Bonnie: What…Blake? What’s happening? Where are you?
Blake: Listen Bonnie, I’m sorry but none of what just happened is real. Do you remember what I explained to you? Mullins is just a hallucination. All of this is a hallucination.
Bonnie: Where…where are you talking to me from?
Blake: Bonnie, you need to realise everything is completely fabricated around you. I’m here also. I’m in the same place.
Bonnie: Why…how did I end up here?
Blake: I don’t know…I think they are on to us. It must…it must be Occulo. He must be on The Hill. Whilst the target is on The Hill this reality and his is filled with holes. He is like the operator connecting two lines of communication. They have brought us both here, trapped us here.
Bonnie: How do we get out? Whilst we are both here, Mullins is going to enter the reality and the world is fucked.
Bonnie walks over to the room door and opens it. All she can see is what looks like a night sky, except it is infinite as if the room is floating in space
Oh my God…
Blake: Bonnie listen. Occulo can bring you back. When Occulo hallucinates and sees everything The Cold has shown him, he is in state of subconscious, like he is sleeping.
Bonnie: Okay?
Blake: He needs to come here and bring you back with him, but that can’t happen if he doesn’t know you’re here. So you need to try and contact him.
The camera cuts to Occulo who is still on The Hill staring up at the stars on his back
Occulo: What the fuck happened to Bonnie today? She’s never cancelled on me. At least she’d call me first.
He sits up and takes out his phone
Back to the room
Bonnie: Blake, what is The Hill?
Blake: It’s one of the few places on Earth that has an ever so slight dip in gravity. The slight, slight deviation is such that transport
to this world can take place. The Hill just happens to be the closest place to where you live.
Bonnie stares at the stars outside
Bonnie: I have to get out. Occulo needs me. He needs us. He has absolutely no idea what situation he is in the middle of. Blake…how do I contact him?
Blake: Look down Bonnie. Look down from the door.
She looks down and sees Occulo laid on The Hill, staring up at her
Bonnie: Occulo…
He throws his phone down as there is no answer.
Occulo: Damn it.
His phone rings, Mullins
Occulo: Hi Dad
Mullins: Where are you?
Occulo: Just getting some air. I’m coming home now
Bonnie: No…no not yet
Occulo: Okay, see you soon
He ends the call and stares up at the starts again
There’ll be an end to this someday.
Bonnie: Blake, what do I do? Help…
Blake: You’re just going to have to call out to him. Love is the only thing that can transcend the physical portals of his world and this. If the love is really true and really strong, he’ll hear you and open the portal.
Bonnie stares down at him and takes a deep breath
Bonnie: He’s the weirdest guy I’ve ever met. He is certainly carrying the most baggage, but his determination to put things right, his spirit…is beautiful. He has the cutest smile I've ever seen, and this almost schoolboy naivety about him. He is the most gentle, caring person I've ever met. I love him....I love him....but...
Occulo puts his phone away and stands up
Blake: What are you waiting for?!
Bonnie: I don’t know…I don’t know if he…
Blake: He loves you Bonnie. You have to believe that. The fate of the world depends on your belief in Occulo’s love for you.
Bonnie: But…but you need to escape too…it's useless if you are still here…
Blake: Don’t worry about that…Bonnie, call out to him, do it now!!
She stares down at him, her eyes becoming wet with emotion
Occulo takes his phone out and sends Bonnie a text message. A simple “I love you x”. He then starts to walk slowly down the hill
Bonnie: I can’t…
Blake: Don’t be afraid Bonnie…
She stares at him with a pained expression, watching him walk down the hill. A tear rolls down her cheek. Occulo looks up and feels a drop on face. He walks with a quicker pace and reaches the bottom of The Hill and hops over the fence. Bonnie slumps down and screams.
Blake: No…
Bonnie: I’m…I’m so sorry…I just couldn’t…I just couldn’t take it knowing that my love is unrequited. If I called his name and he didn’t hear me…it would crush me
Blake: …
Bonnie: What…what do we do….
Blake: We pray that he returns to The Hill before it's too late. If he doesn’t…and Mullins goes into that portal alone...we die here…and the world goes with us
Bonnie stares into the darkness for a few seconds
Bonnie: OCCULO!!!!!!!!!
Occulo suddenly stops and looks up to the sky as we
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1…
2…
3!!
The bell rings and he just shakes his head.
Occulo: Thanks for the handicap match Wolf.
He applauds Dexter and Alex and heads up the ramp despondently.
CUT
A day later, Occulo and his Father are sat in the cafeteria when a couple of officials sit down near their table.
Official: You seen the new card? Occulo’s got a shot at the TV Title. He deserves it you kno-
The other official motions towards Occulo who looks on, incredulous at how this news has been broken to him.
Official: Sorry Occulo
Occulo: It’s alright. Could be worse, I could be teaming with Wolf again.
The officials laugh nervously and quickly change the topic of conversation.
Mullins: Well, well, well. As soon as I’m back on the scene you have a title shot. What a coincidence…
Occulo: Yeah thanks Dad. It’s all down to you
Mullins: Sarcasm detected and not appreciated. Let’s just face it. I’m your good luck charm.
He takes out his phone and checks the Slam card.
What the fuck? What is Seth’s problem?
Occulo: What?
Mullins: Well it’s true you’re in TV Title match….but you’re teaming up with the champion.
Occulo drops his fork on to his plate of grilled fish with a clang.
Occulo: Who against?
Mullins: Raymond Hatcher and…Adam Young. Damn you have a fucking good chance here.
Occulo: Yeah…
Occulo contemplates his future for a few seconds. Mullins could genuinely help him here. He could let Mullins in and lead him to glory. No. Damn it Occulo, snap out of it. You’re the autonomous one. It was just his damn luck that a title match came along whilst he was maintaining this charade with his Father. If he wins the title, it would be widely acknowledged that yet again Occulo achieved something with the help of another, that he couldn’t have done it on his own. If he loses the match, all momentum is gone. Back to square one…but he had to carry on. It was his best chance ever of ridding John Mullins senior from his life forever. Keep up the charade Occulo, let the haters hate.
Let’s win that damn title. It’s about time I had a belt around my waist, and with your help it’s a sure thing.
Mullins: Of course, how else would it be?
Occulo stares daggers as he sips his coconut water. I can’t fucking wait to see the look of absolute terror on your face as Morte enslaves you for the rest of eternity.
CUT
Bonnie hopped off her bus outside the WCF arena, her phone pressed against her face.
Bonnie: Hey hun, I’m outside the arena now. Are we still….yeah…sure okay. I’ll wait out here then. Hey don’t forget to shower after
training Mr Stinky…fuck you too…love you…bye
She smiles and takes a seat on a bench. It was a sunny day, just like every day should be with her. She is the one shining constant of love and optimism in Occulo’s life. He never had to worry about her, and felt absolutely blessed to have her around…especially now. She attends every one of her shows, in the VIP box at her own demand of course, and is always the first one backstage to tend to him if he is wheeled up the ramp on a stretcher. He is still every bit the fragile flesh and bone to her, and it is that humanity and good nature that she is so in love with.
Blake gets out of a black Mercedes and looks with a sense of regret on his face at Bonnie. He takes a seat next to her and takes a newspaper out of his satchel.
Blake: Nice day huh?
Bonnie looks up from her phone
Bonnie: Sure is
He continues to read his paper.
Blake: You know, that stadium behind us, WCF is having their latest show there on Sunday.
Bonnie: Oh, I know. I’m dating one of the wrestlers there.
She says this with a bouncy smugness
Blake: Oh, cool, anyone particularly famous?
Bonnie: Yeah he can hold his own. Got a title match this Sunday. He has to team up with that nauseating Dustin Beaver guy though. Ugh.
Blake nods and takes a deep breath
Blake: Occulo huh? He’s a rising star that’s for sure. He just needs that bit of individual focus and he’ll be flying.
Bonnie: I agree. I don’t understand why he’s working with his Dad again though. He is the absolute worst.
Blake: I’ve never met him, but from what I’ve seen he isn’t exactly Dad of the Year is he?
Bonnie: No, he is not. I’m going to try and talk some sense into him. I don’t-
Bonnie slumps sideways unconscious as Blake releases a pressure point on her arm. He takes out a walkie talkie.
Blake: The angel is asleep on her cloud. I repeat, the angel is asleep on her cloud. Requesting pick up.
The black Mercedes pulls up and another man helps bundle Bonnie into the back of the car, which then slowly pulls away out of sight. A few minutes later, Occulo enthusiastically jogs down the stadium steps, but is quickly halted by Bonnie’s absence.
Occulo: Weird
He tries to call her but to no avail. Mullins glances through the glass doors, a wry smile creeping across his face
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We open at an unknown location inside a coldly lit interrogation room. The walls are a sickly dark green colour, and there is a 2 way mirror taking up one of the four walls. At the desk in the middle of the room sits a terrified, bound Bonnie who is waking up, and opposite her, Blake.
Bonnie: Where the fuck am I?
Blake: Please stay calm. We mean no harm to you Bonnie.
Bonnie: What? How did you…what did you do to me?
Blake: I will explain everything. But I want you to trust us. Everything we are doing is for your own good.
Bonnie: You knocked me out and brought me to an interrogation room. I’m a bit low on trust right now.
Blake: I understand that, but you will be handsomely rewarded for your cooperation. That is a promise.
Bonnie: How much?
Blake takes out a cheque with her name on it from his inside pocket with a pen, which he hands to Bonnie.
Blake: Your call. All we ask is, as I said, is for your cooperation.
She stares wide eyed at the blank cheque and writes down an amount on it, before sliding it back to Blake.
Blake: Do you swear?
Bonnie: I swear. Now fucking speak.
Blake hands the cheque to his assistant
Blake: Cash this please.
The assistant takes the cheque and leaves the room.
Okay Bonnie. Get comfortable.
Bonnie: Tell me!
Blake: In the year 1945, during the Second World War, the United States dropped atomic bombs on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Bonnie’s face is an absolute picture of confusion, understandably so
The man responsible for these bombings was haunted for years afterwards by a mysterious presence that he said spoke to him “as if from another world”. The voice constantly told him to use his power to kill millions, to kill billions more and to get a strangle hold on humanity. The presence told him that if he did not comply, he would kill his first born son as he was the next on this bloodline he had been killing for centuries.
Bonnie: Okay…I’m still non the wiser on this.
This presence was not quite as mysterious as thought. It was in fact all part of a fabricated hallucination by the US Government controlled by…well that’s not important. They wanted the man in charge of the nuclear bombing to destroy all enemies of the United States with a blitz of missile attacks, but didn’t want the US Government to take the blame.
Bonnie: How did they make him hallucinate so convincingly?
Blake: Simple. Right under his nose. What looked like normal roadworks on his street was actually the Government repointing a tainted water supply to his home. The water was contaminated by a new drug, and from there his mind was a tool, a computer program almost that…they could influence. But at this stage it was not advanced to the point where they could just take over his body. That would have been easy. They had to spark the decision in his mind so he set the missiles off himself.
Bonnie: I still don’t get what this has to do with me
Blake: I’ll get to it I promise. Well, since we are here, alive and talking, he refused. He refused and even let the presence take his son.
Bonnie: Wait hang on. How has this thing been killing for centuries if it was created by the Government?
Blake: Isn’t it obvious? How could a hallucination kill someone? It never had killed anything. But it had such a conviction and powerful hold on the man’s mind that he believed it 100%.
Bonnie: What’s this thing called? How have I never heard of it?
Blake: Its name is Morte. Latin for death.
Bonnie: Lovely…
Blake: So the government had an agent kill his first born son. It destroyed him. The Government decided to lay low with it for a while…until now. Now “Morte” is trying to influence the mind of another.
Bonnie: Hang on, does this have anything to do with what Occulo refers to as…The Cold?
Blake: Ah, yes. Well done. The Cold was created as a hallucination that would befriend their next target, to protect him.
Bonnie: My God…Occulo is their target? Why…why him??
Blake: The Government had watched Occulo grow up in the corner of his Father’s office. They had made him listen to everything they wanted him to. He was the perfect target.
Bonnie: So has Occulo met this…Morte?
Blake: Yes he has, and he is currently playing right into his hands. Morte is playing his “Kill the next in the bloodline” card, and Occulo is going to sacrifice his Dad to him, sending him into this complete hallucinatory world the Government created…an alternate reality if you will.
Bonnie: So…what happens then?
Blake: Well, every time Occulo has reached this world, the portal has always closed straight behind him. The Government did not want anyone seeing it or being able to access the world, until they could send one of their own men in. That man is John Mullins Senior…and he has no idea. Once he is in there and confirmed to be alive the portal will be kept open and they will occupy their own fabrication and open and close it at will. They want it as a place to live in whilst the Earth recovers from complete nuclear destruction. The most important people on this Earth, which is people we never see, will return once the earth is habitable again, and literally rule the new world using resources transported to and protected in the alternate reality.
Bonnie: Well this is just one big mindfuck. So, that’s the story. I’ll ask, again, what does that have to do with me?!
Blake: You must do nothing to interrupt this process
Bonnie: What?! Why would you want this to happen?
Blake: Because we need to follow Mullins in there, and kill him….and then we need to kill Occulo.
Bonnie stands up aggressively
Bonnie: What?! Why??
Blake: Occulo is the target. The only man in the world chosen by The Winter to be able to open and close the portal at will. If he
dies, that portal never opens again and the Earth is safe.
Bonnie: You’ll do no such fucking thing. Surely there’s an alternative?
Blake: I wish there was. Mullins is The Winter’s mole. He’s had a tracking device in him for years. Unbeknownst to him. A tracking device invented for this exact reason. One of us is going to sneak into there at the moment the portal opens, kill Mullins and get out again. We need to make them think Mullins was killed in the transition between worlds. We do that, then kill their target, and their plan is foiled.
Bonnie: Then Plan B kicks in.
Blake: Plan B?
Bonnie: Of course. They’ll have a Plan B surely. There will be another target somewhere in the world. They wouldn’t put all their eggs in one basket. Or they will just wait for another person suitable to do this and the process will start all over again.
Bonnie speaks as the room starts to shake slightly…and then starts to blur
Blake: Shut up….oh shit….no....
Bonnie: What the fuck?
Blake: It’s them….they’re taking us to the other world!!
Bonnie: Fuck…what do we do?!
Blake grabs Bonnie’s arm again and she falls into unconsciousness. She too blurs away and he is stood by the well in the forest. Blake, absolutely terrified, frantically looks around.
Blake: Shit….shit….
He takes a deep breath
Alright. You got me. Come out Morte. Let’s talk.
Morte materialises slowly in front of him
Morte: Well…Blake I believe?
Blake: Right…what do you want with me Morte?
Morte: You fool
Blake: How am I here? I can’t open the portal….
Morte: The portal has been waiting for you. We know you’ve been trying to thwart us for years. We identified you Blake and have been waiting until this exact time and date…for it to swallow you up. You’re here forever now.
Blake: No…no I can’t….
Morte: Go to hell
Morte outstretches a hand and sends a shockwave which sends Blake flying. He just about manages to clutch on to the edge of the well with one hand. He closes his eyes and concentrates. Bonnie wakes up in the office, clutching her stiff fore arm.
Bonnie: What the fuck? Blake? Blake?
The mirror in front of her shudders, and then starts to ripple like the surface of a pond. She then hears Blake’s voice
Blake: Bonnie, save the world….kill Mullins…kill Occulo…
He loses his grip and plunges down into the well. The mirror returns to normal and Bonnie stands stunned.
Bonnie: No…Blake!!!! Occulo…someone?
She tries to open the door but it is locked. She then takes her phone out and realises it was taken from her. Bonnie then takes a chair and with a couple of deep breaths throws it at the mirror, which smashes. She climbs through and opens the door which leads to a long, grey hallway with another door at the very end. As she runs the hallway starts to blur away
Bonnie: No..no…not me you fuckers
She opens the door just as she feels the ground start to fall away from beneath her feet.
Wait…maybe…just…
She closes the door, and then her eyes as she too blurs away into nothing
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Occulo sits on The Hill staring out over the city. He knew this was going to be the place where he would say his final farewell to his Father. Where he would stare into this snake eyes of Morte and lumber him with his Father’s presence for eternity. It excited him, and he felt slightly guilty about it. You just can’t taint a good heart. Occulo knew he was doing the right thing.
But for now he had a match this Sunday to contend with. He had a damn title to win. He had a rematch against Raymond Hatcher. A man he would not underestimate again.
Occulo: Raymond, I gotta hand it to you. You heard me underestimating and bad mouthing you and you gave me a slap that put me in my place. As damn right you should have done.
But I’m going to bounce back up and hit you harder. I know exactly what you’re made of now Raymond. I know how you fight and I know your weaknesses. You straightened me out. Fact. I have a lot of respect for you for doing that.
In our last match you fought an Occulo just wanting to make a climb up the ladder. I shouldn’t have lost to you both. I’m better than that. I’m better than both of you. I have no excuses, just a need to put this right. I’m not going to continue my climb up the ranks without knowing that I CAN beat you Raymond. The Television Title, held by Joey Flash for an unbelievably long time just like his unnatural resentment for me. You’re not going to stop me this time.
It’s almost a shame that we’re not going 1 on 1, but fuck that. Adam Young and Beaver will have to wait their turn until I’ve finished correcting that blip in my career. I need to inflict a horror on you Raymond. I need to inflict such an experience on you that you forget you ever fucking beat me. Yeah alright, you’re more experienced than me but tell me, what good will that do you when that all goes out the window? What happens when everything you have learned doesn’t set you up to win. You battled incompetence last time round, but this time you battle resurgence. You battle a man who wants gold around his waist more than anything in the world. I’m not going to let a man on his debut, a man fifty years in the business or the greatest legend the sport has ever known stop me from achieving the victory. There is not a single person in this entire company that wants…no, needs to rise to the top as much as I do. You’ve done it. You know. You’ve risen to the top before so surely you must see it in me. I am so fucking focussed on beating you this Sunday. Nothing else matters.
You see, people say they want the title and the title of champion in this company. They want it just because of the status. They want it so they can say they are the champion and get that little rush of adrenalin from it. They see it as a prize. A seal of approval for their egos. A trophy. Well fuck that, and fuck those who see it like that. You see Raymond, I see it as a landmark. A page with its corner turned over, a book mark in the story book of my career. It means something totally different to me than what it does for others. It means that I’m getting somewhere. It means that I’m achieving something and that all the damn hard work I put in is paying off. I will never take any of these titles for granted and I will absolutely appreciate and cherish every single second that belt is around my waist. I was heartbroken when I lost my US title. How the fuck could I let it slip away so soon after winning it?
Since that day I have had this desire, this unfathomable ache to become a champion again. You’ve been the best before Raymond. You’ve been world champion and you’ve let it slip away. What’s it like Raymond? What is it like to look up with your one working eye to see a man lift your only evidence that you are the best in the world above his head? You woke up that day as the best in the world, and went to bed feeling at the absolute bottom of the shit pile. Was it at this point you started to compensate for it? Do you resent me Raymond, that I am yet to experience the absolute glory of winning the title and so haven’t experienced the absolutely crushing realisation that I’m not the best anymore? I meant what I said before Raymond, you might have attacked me pushed me down a couple of steps but I AM on the way up and I’m going to be happy pushing you down.
This is round 2 Raymond Hatcher, and I’m going to get the best of you. I’ve learned from what I did wrong and history is not going to fucking repeat itself.
He punches the ground and takes a deep breath
Adam Young and Raymond Hatcher. An established champion and a….well, the established worst wrestler in WCF History. Why does everything you touch turn to absolute failure? How does someone go through every week of a career being so terrible, and so mindnumbingly dull that it doesn’t even classify as slapstick? I mean I could stop there Adam, but I want to know what is making you persevere? What is the ultimate goal of Adam Young? I saw you punch that client in the face during your last promo. So is that what you do now? Attack people who aren’t wrestlers? You can’t win for shit so you just go and score little personal victories over the defenceless? Fuck I bet if they pushed you back and defended themselves they’d probably wipe the floor with you.
So how on Earth did you get this title shot Adam? Is Seth testing your commitment by dangling a title in front of you? Giving you something to fight for? You are completely and utterly useless and deserve absolutely no respect whatsoever. You love the taste of blood huh? I bet you’ve tasted your own more than any other persons. Every fucking week. Why ARE you such a shit wrestler? I just don’t get it. Why are you still here? Just how well do you suck Seth’s cock that he keeps you here? Keeping this squashed, retarded, megalomaniac jobber around. The day you finally leave this place will be a day we’ll all rejoice, well, those that actually notice you’ve gone anyway. You’ve hardly done ANYTHING to make a name for yourself here have you? Look, I’m wasting my breath. You are absolutely none of my concern in this match. See you Sunday night, Adam.
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Bonnie wakes up in a motel room. One that looks all so…familiar to her. She is wearing her work uniform and suddenly feels very lethargic. She hears a footstep and looks around to see an extremely inebriated John Mullins.
John: I will, just let me get cleaned up. As soon as I’m done I’ll go.
Bonnie looks in terror at him as he brushes past her. Why was the past repeating itself? This was the night he tried to rape her.
Bonnie: What the fuck…what the fuck…what the fuck…
He walks into the bathroom and fills the sink with hot water. She slowly follows him and notices a black pistol tucked into his belt. She takes a deep breath and grabs it, then immediately pointing it at his head
Mullins: Hey..woah kid. This isn’t the way now is it?
Bonnie: No, but I love Occulo and if I put you away now it will all end. Everything will be okay again.
Mullins: How do you know my son?
Bonnie: That doesn’t matter. I have been given an opportunity here…I don’t know how the fuck it’s happened, but I am NOT going to waste it
Mullins: Look kid I’m WAY too wasted for this kind of shit. Why don’t you put that gun down and we’ll while away the night hours by making some hot fucking love
Bonnie: Or I could put a bullet in your head
Mullins laughs
Bonnie: You know I really want to wait til your sober before I do this so I can at least see some fear in your eyes, but fuck it, you don’t deserve another second on this Earth
Mullins: Fuck sake bitch. Do you know how many times I’ve had a gun pointed at me? Do you know how many took a shot? None. Do you know how many pussied out and were taken out seconds later? Every. Single. One.
Bonnie: Oh I’m not pussying out of this you cunt
Mullins: Course you’re not. Some shit waitress who spends the night in a fucking grotty motel, who can’t eve-
Bonnie fires the gun, the bullet spraying Mullin’s brains all over the walls of the bathroom. His body falls to the ground in a heap.
Bonnie: Shit…
She hears a voice emanating from the bathroom mirror, which sounds exactly like Blake
Blake: Bonnie?
Bonnie: What…Blake? What’s happening? Where are you?
Blake: Listen Bonnie, I’m sorry but none of what just happened is real. Do you remember what I explained to you? Mullins is just a hallucination. All of this is a hallucination.
Bonnie: Where…where are you talking to me from?
Blake: Bonnie, you need to realise everything is completely fabricated around you. I’m here also. I’m in the same place.
Bonnie: Why…how did I end up here?
Blake: I don’t know…I think they are on to us. It must…it must be Occulo. He must be on The Hill. Whilst the target is on The Hill this reality and his is filled with holes. He is like the operator connecting two lines of communication. They have brought us both here, trapped us here.
Bonnie: How do we get out? Whilst we are both here, Mullins is going to enter the reality and the world is fucked.
Bonnie walks over to the room door and opens it. All she can see is what looks like a night sky, except it is infinite as if the room is floating in space
Oh my God…
Blake: Bonnie listen. Occulo can bring you back. When Occulo hallucinates and sees everything The Cold has shown him, he is in state of subconscious, like he is sleeping.
Bonnie: Okay?
Blake: He needs to come here and bring you back with him, but that can’t happen if he doesn’t know you’re here. So you need to try and contact him.
The camera cuts to Occulo who is still on The Hill staring up at the stars on his back
Occulo: What the fuck happened to Bonnie today? She’s never cancelled on me. At least she’d call me first.
He sits up and takes out his phone
Back to the room
Bonnie: Blake, what is The Hill?
Blake: It’s one of the few places on Earth that has an ever so slight dip in gravity. The slight, slight deviation is such that transport
to this world can take place. The Hill just happens to be the closest place to where you live.
Bonnie stares at the stars outside
Bonnie: I have to get out. Occulo needs me. He needs us. He has absolutely no idea what situation he is in the middle of. Blake…how do I contact him?
Blake: Look down Bonnie. Look down from the door.
She looks down and sees Occulo laid on The Hill, staring up at her
Bonnie: Occulo…
He throws his phone down as there is no answer.
Occulo: Damn it.
His phone rings, Mullins
Occulo: Hi Dad
Mullins: Where are you?
Occulo: Just getting some air. I’m coming home now
Bonnie: No…no not yet
Occulo: Okay, see you soon
He ends the call and stares up at the starts again
There’ll be an end to this someday.
Bonnie: Blake, what do I do? Help…
Blake: You’re just going to have to call out to him. Love is the only thing that can transcend the physical portals of his world and this. If the love is really true and really strong, he’ll hear you and open the portal.
Bonnie stares down at him and takes a deep breath
Bonnie: He’s the weirdest guy I’ve ever met. He is certainly carrying the most baggage, but his determination to put things right, his spirit…is beautiful. He has the cutest smile I've ever seen, and this almost schoolboy naivety about him. He is the most gentle, caring person I've ever met. I love him....I love him....but...
Occulo puts his phone away and stands up
Blake: What are you waiting for?!
Bonnie: I don’t know…I don’t know if he…
Blake: He loves you Bonnie. You have to believe that. The fate of the world depends on your belief in Occulo’s love for you.
Bonnie: But…but you need to escape too…it's useless if you are still here…
Blake: Don’t worry about that…Bonnie, call out to him, do it now!!
She stares down at him, her eyes becoming wet with emotion
Occulo takes his phone out and sends Bonnie a text message. A simple “I love you x”. He then starts to walk slowly down the hill
Bonnie: I can’t…
Blake: Don’t be afraid Bonnie…
She stares at him with a pained expression, watching him walk down the hill. A tear rolls down her cheek. Occulo looks up and feels a drop on face. He walks with a quicker pace and reaches the bottom of The Hill and hops over the fence. Bonnie slumps down and screams.
Blake: No…
Bonnie: I’m…I’m so sorry…I just couldn’t…I just couldn’t take it knowing that my love is unrequited. If I called his name and he didn’t hear me…it would crush me
Blake: …
Bonnie: What…what do we do….
Blake: We pray that he returns to The Hill before it's too late. If he doesn’t…and Mullins goes into that portal alone...we die here…and the world goes with us
Bonnie stares into the darkness for a few seconds
Bonnie: OCCULO!!!!!!!!!
Occulo suddenly stops and looks up to the sky as we
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