Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 0:56:48 GMT -5
LOCATION: THOMAS JEFFERSON UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL
TIME: 1145 pm
(Fade in to an empty emergency room hallway..the double doors suddenly burst open with paramedics, doctors, and nurses tending to a man in pretty bad shape..this group runs down the tiled hallway as medics detail the situation...)
Medic: Male..36..severe lacerations to the head...electrical burns on the right shoulder and arm..brief cardiac arrest after the initial contact with current...
Doctor: My God what kind of car wreck did you...
Medic: It wasn't a car wreck sir...it was a wrestling match...
Doctor: My God...
(The team lifts the man from the gurney onto a table...they evaluate his vitals..despite the trauma...his pulse is strong, 95 beats per minute
..blood pressure is 120 over 75...he is in rough shape, but stable...
Scene fades out into a man laying in a hospital bed..the bandages that wrap his head are clean white gauze, freshly changed..he wears a hospital gown..as we pan over, his arm is completely wrapped in clean white bandages..A nurse comes in checking the IV bags that are hooked into his left arm...she gently takes a wet wash cloth and strokes just below the bandage line, eliminating some dried blood with her gentle pats..the man, WCF wrestler @@@..awakens with this act of kindness..his eyes open slowly, and with a bit of confusion at first, but then acceptance..he licks his parched lips, and asks the nurse a simple question..)
@@@: ...did I win..?
(Cut scene)
LOCATION:SAME AS BEFORE ONLY THE PARKING LOT OF THE HOSPITAL
TIME: 230 AM
(Walking briskly out of the hospital are @@@ and Damian Kaine..@@@ in a leather jacket, black t shirt, jeans, and his Doc Marten boots he wore during his earlier match, head still bandaged..Damian Kaine wears similar attire..as they walk, we are privy to their dialogue..)
@@@: (reaches into his jacket pocket)..the fuck are my smokes?
DK: I got em from the locker room before they got stolen..
(Kaine reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a Zippo lighter and full pack of American Spirits..the two men stop at Kaines rental car, we presume, as @@@ lights a smoke...)
DK: How you doing?
@@@: Aggh..my fucking arm...
DK: Thats what an alternating current will do to you..Doc said if the cage didn't short, you'd be a dead man..
@@@: Shit, then I guess I'm glad that thing was monkey rigged..if it were fully cranking...fuck..
DK: Yeah, tell me about it..
(Silence for a beat or two..Damian breaks it addressing the 899 lb gorilla of the conversation..)
DK: How you feel about the loss?
@@@: (after releasing a long drag, staring at the pre dawn sky) Well..I dont see it as a loss..It may be in the record books as a loss..I may not have earned any points tonight..But tonight, I did something nobody else in this federation has been able to do since my arrival..
I made Corey Black human..
(He turns to Damian who is quizzically looking at him..)
You see DK, all revolutions have setbacks..they are too numerous in the annals of history to count..but what seperate the true revolution from the failed coup or brief uprising..is the will and the power of the people behind the revolution..There's a lot of talk about how I am new here..how I haven't proven myself..yet in 3 days..I've beaten Oblivion, I've destoyed Adam Young..And I've taken the previously thought of as Immortal Corey Black to a place he hasn't been in years and that is...fear..
I saw the fear in his eyes the second we both went over that top rope..I felt him shake when I reversed his momentum..When I had an answer for every one of his coveted moves..when I took all that he had and kept coming..tonight, Corey Black, perhaps for the first time in his life..Felt fear..He realized I was not one of the sheep in the back that would bow to his prowess..tonight I proved myself an equal..and planted a seed...a seed of doubt...that will haunt him for the rest of his life..tonight, Corey Black became a mortal..and he will remember the man who took him to the brink of his existence..
Now, this brings me to Psychopomp...a young man I do not take lightly...this young man has run a similar gauntlet to me, only that I beat a legend and he beat a walking meat flap to get here..
But I digress..
(A long drag, and release..)
Psychopomp has heart, talent..the makings of a future star here in WCF..sure he may be a little off, but don't let that happy go lucky crap fool you..he is a competitor and believe me, I will not take him lightly..
However, Psychopomp needs to know this: I've seen hell. I saw it as the flash cracked from the cage in my last moment of consciousness..I saw it as the lights went out in the building and in my mind..and in that moment..I became stronger..
Where Corey Black lost his immortality..I gained it..my aggression knows no bounds...I fear Nothing! And Psychopomp will realize tonight that my new found knowledge and power cannot be overcome or defeated..I will make Psychopomp an example of the cause..However, he is not one to be purged..he is merely a sacrifice to the cause of The Purge..an offering made to the fates in the spirit of the movement..from tonight, a new chapter begins..The revolution takes hold..Psychopomp will become an instrument by which I show the World what the movement truly is...
With every strike, with every pounding blow I lay down upon poor young Psychopomp, each blow will signify another groundbreaking, another example of why the WCF should believe in The Purge..And when I stand victorious over this poor lamb...after bring Corey Black to mortality, having beaten Oblivion and Adam Young, nothing will stand in my way from becoming King of the Deathmatch..Not a bloated hasbeen such as Odin Balfore..or a walking cliche such as Mikey Extreme..or even a cocky scoutmaster..They will all be rightfully purged..And the revolution..shall continue..
(@@@ extinguishes his cigarette, and places it back in the box..)
DK: Good shit man..let's get out of here..I know a good Philly cheese..
@@@: fuck cheesesteak..we had that last time and look what happened!
DK: Haha..whatever you say man..
(They get into the car..scene fades to black with The Purge driving off, tailings fading into the night sky..)
TIME: 1145 pm
(Fade in to an empty emergency room hallway..the double doors suddenly burst open with paramedics, doctors, and nurses tending to a man in pretty bad shape..this group runs down the tiled hallway as medics detail the situation...)
Medic: Male..36..severe lacerations to the head...electrical burns on the right shoulder and arm..brief cardiac arrest after the initial contact with current...
Doctor: My God what kind of car wreck did you...
Medic: It wasn't a car wreck sir...it was a wrestling match...
Doctor: My God...
(The team lifts the man from the gurney onto a table...they evaluate his vitals..despite the trauma...his pulse is strong, 95 beats per minute
..blood pressure is 120 over 75...he is in rough shape, but stable...
Scene fades out into a man laying in a hospital bed..the bandages that wrap his head are clean white gauze, freshly changed..he wears a hospital gown..as we pan over, his arm is completely wrapped in clean white bandages..A nurse comes in checking the IV bags that are hooked into his left arm...she gently takes a wet wash cloth and strokes just below the bandage line, eliminating some dried blood with her gentle pats..the man, WCF wrestler @@@..awakens with this act of kindness..his eyes open slowly, and with a bit of confusion at first, but then acceptance..he licks his parched lips, and asks the nurse a simple question..)
@@@: ...did I win..?
(Cut scene)
LOCATION:SAME AS BEFORE ONLY THE PARKING LOT OF THE HOSPITAL
TIME: 230 AM
(Walking briskly out of the hospital are @@@ and Damian Kaine..@@@ in a leather jacket, black t shirt, jeans, and his Doc Marten boots he wore during his earlier match, head still bandaged..Damian Kaine wears similar attire..as they walk, we are privy to their dialogue..)
@@@: (reaches into his jacket pocket)..the fuck are my smokes?
DK: I got em from the locker room before they got stolen..
(Kaine reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a Zippo lighter and full pack of American Spirits..the two men stop at Kaines rental car, we presume, as @@@ lights a smoke...)
DK: How you doing?
@@@: Aggh..my fucking arm...
DK: Thats what an alternating current will do to you..Doc said if the cage didn't short, you'd be a dead man..
@@@: Shit, then I guess I'm glad that thing was monkey rigged..if it were fully cranking...fuck..
DK: Yeah, tell me about it..
(Silence for a beat or two..Damian breaks it addressing the 899 lb gorilla of the conversation..)
DK: How you feel about the loss?
@@@: (after releasing a long drag, staring at the pre dawn sky) Well..I dont see it as a loss..It may be in the record books as a loss..I may not have earned any points tonight..But tonight, I did something nobody else in this federation has been able to do since my arrival..
I made Corey Black human..
(He turns to Damian who is quizzically looking at him..)
You see DK, all revolutions have setbacks..they are too numerous in the annals of history to count..but what seperate the true revolution from the failed coup or brief uprising..is the will and the power of the people behind the revolution..There's a lot of talk about how I am new here..how I haven't proven myself..yet in 3 days..I've beaten Oblivion, I've destoyed Adam Young..And I've taken the previously thought of as Immortal Corey Black to a place he hasn't been in years and that is...fear..
I saw the fear in his eyes the second we both went over that top rope..I felt him shake when I reversed his momentum..When I had an answer for every one of his coveted moves..when I took all that he had and kept coming..tonight, Corey Black, perhaps for the first time in his life..Felt fear..He realized I was not one of the sheep in the back that would bow to his prowess..tonight I proved myself an equal..and planted a seed...a seed of doubt...that will haunt him for the rest of his life..tonight, Corey Black became a mortal..and he will remember the man who took him to the brink of his existence..
Now, this brings me to Psychopomp...a young man I do not take lightly...this young man has run a similar gauntlet to me, only that I beat a legend and he beat a walking meat flap to get here..
But I digress..
(A long drag, and release..)
Psychopomp has heart, talent..the makings of a future star here in WCF..sure he may be a little off, but don't let that happy go lucky crap fool you..he is a competitor and believe me, I will not take him lightly..
However, Psychopomp needs to know this: I've seen hell. I saw it as the flash cracked from the cage in my last moment of consciousness..I saw it as the lights went out in the building and in my mind..and in that moment..I became stronger..
Where Corey Black lost his immortality..I gained it..my aggression knows no bounds...I fear Nothing! And Psychopomp will realize tonight that my new found knowledge and power cannot be overcome or defeated..I will make Psychopomp an example of the cause..However, he is not one to be purged..he is merely a sacrifice to the cause of The Purge..an offering made to the fates in the spirit of the movement..from tonight, a new chapter begins..The revolution takes hold..Psychopomp will become an instrument by which I show the World what the movement truly is...
With every strike, with every pounding blow I lay down upon poor young Psychopomp, each blow will signify another groundbreaking, another example of why the WCF should believe in The Purge..And when I stand victorious over this poor lamb...after bring Corey Black to mortality, having beaten Oblivion and Adam Young, nothing will stand in my way from becoming King of the Deathmatch..Not a bloated hasbeen such as Odin Balfore..or a walking cliche such as Mikey Extreme..or even a cocky scoutmaster..They will all be rightfully purged..And the revolution..shall continue..
(@@@ extinguishes his cigarette, and places it back in the box..)
DK: Good shit man..let's get out of here..I know a good Philly cheese..
@@@: fuck cheesesteak..we had that last time and look what happened!
DK: Haha..whatever you say man..
(They get into the car..scene fades to black with The Purge driving off, tailings fading into the night sky..)
