Post by "Invincible" Damian Kaine on Aug 31, 2016 22:51:51 GMT -5
(The faint sound of “Pure Imagination” plays in the background as the camera pans over a steel cage wall decorated with weapons. In the montage, we see a bent steel chair, kendo sticks that are various levels of broken, and, of course, barbed wire, among other tools. The view finally pans to Damian Kaine, dressed in a purple 3-piece and a tophat. He proceeds to sing...)
“Come with me…”
(Kaine violently slams his fist into the barbed wire, shaking the entire cage wall and causing the steel chair to fall, making a loud crash.)
“And You’ll Be…”
(Damian Picks up the chair and swings it into the edge of the wall, letting the metal-on-metal sound echo throughout the room.)
“In a wooooorld of pure excruciation…”
(Damian examines the chair, then repeatedly slams it into his own skull, cutting him deep. He laughs maniacally at the sight as the music stops.)
“You have finally done it. It took three people, but ya finally fuckin’ did it. You drove me over. I tried. I tried to be calm. I tried to be laid back and not be me. But you just kept pushing. And, y’know what? I’m relieved! I don’t have to be little priss anymore. I don’t have to let myself get pushed around. So, I can assure you. That is over. And Archer? Oh, brother, you fucked up. You’re the first. The Purge? It was a test. You were part of it because of Seth, I was there for something entirely different. You can listen to authority all you want. Be Twilight’s pet. I’ll simply follow the voices. MY higher power. Not this false God. And certainly not Seth Lerch or Sarah Twilight. And ya wanna know what the voices told me to do, Adrian?”
(The camera zooms out to reveal a sleeping person in a chair, bound, face covered by a potato sack, before Damian. He removes the sack to reveal the child of Adrian Archer.)
“I caught wind, a couple of days ago, that you would be sending your kids to live with their grandparents. I mean, after the stories you told me about Alexa, I hoped you couldn’t be stupid enough to leave them with her. I’m glad you actually grew a pair and took them. Well, I thought that was just so goshdarn sweet that I figured I’d pay them a visit! A visit from Uncle Damian! How nice? And you know what? Your daughter was so excited when I told her that she would get to spend time with Uncle D before SLAM!. She was ecstatic! But she seemed a bit hyper on the car ride home, so I figured I would give her something to help her sleep.”
(Damian holds up a bottle of Bacardi 151 proof)
“Oh, don’t worry, my brother. She’s not dead- yet. I don’t know what’ll happen on the drive back home tonight. I mean, my driver is pretty damn hammered. I’d do it myself, but i have to make it out to Wheeling by tomorrow night. Oh look! The little bean seems to be stirring.”
(At this moment, the child wakes up. You can see the fear in her eyes. She tries to scream, but her gag is in place tight. Barely a peep is heard. Damian grabs the panicking child. He hugs her; at this point tears are streaming down her cheeks.)
“Awe, honey, you’re breaking my heart. You don’t have to be scared! It’ll all be over soon. And I won’t kill ya. That’s no fun. Then your daddy will NEVER want you back. But, i think he will need a bit of incentive; I mean, he’s probably so far up Sarah Twilight’s ass that he won’t even notice y’all are in any danger. But maybe..”
(Damian walks over to the Wall of Wonders. It’s visible, now, that he walks with a limp.)
“Everything in this room is dangerous. Especially I’m dangerous. But that is called violence, my dear children, and is frowned upon in most societies. But I’ll let you in on a little secret: I don’t care. I’ve never been a conformist. Prime example?”
(He picks up a toolbox that was sitting in front of it. He rifles through the box until he finds a hammer. He walks back to the sobbing teenager, hammer in hand.)
“Most people use hammers to nail something. Not me! I like to pull!”
(At this time, Damian is positioning the claws of the hammer under the fingernails of the child, and he yanks up. The girl lets out a blood-curdling scream. Blood drips to the floor as the child's nail is ripped from her body. Damian just laughs at the sound. She wriggles, and falls back. A folded up picture falls out of her pocket. Intrigued, Damian picks it up, and looks at it.)
“Oh. My. God. This…”
(Damian holds up the picture to the Camera. It is of Adrian, Alexa, and their daughter. A family photo.)
“Adrian… I knew after you retired, you let yourself go. But you look as though you swallowed the entirety of Zero Tolerance whole and still had room left over. I mean, this is ridiculous! It’s amazing you managed to get away from this. And what did Alexa see in this? I mean that metaphorically, of course. I don’t think it’s possible NOT to see this. You’d probably take up the entire of the entrance ramp.And the first row. On both sides. But hey! You’d be undefeated! Because I doubt even the Mountain could lift this, Dukes. So where did the “Magnificent Bastard” get his new form? Come to think of it, I do remember seeing some peculiar looking pill bottles in your bag on those road trips. Hmmm.”
(Damian turns back to the little girl.)
“How about you, sweetheart? Do you remember your daddy popping pills? Did he ever get aggressive to mommy? Or you or your siblings? Did he ever pick you up by your neck and hold you against a wall and YELL AT YOU UNTIL YOU PISSED YOURSELF?!”
(Damian has the girl up in the air by her throat. She’s kicking and screaming. At this time, he gets a phone call.)
“God Dammit.” (He drops the girl to the ground, and pulls his phone from his back pocket. He answers in an irate tone.)
“Yes?!”
“Oh shit. I’m so sorry, Man. Thank you. I’m on my way. I have a few bridges to burn, then I’ll be right there.” (He clicks the phone off and puts it back in his pocket.) “Well, Adrian, looks like our fun is at an end. What a pity, I was starting to feel a connection! But, alas, I have much more pressing matters to attend to. Matters that actually concern my future, not the gnat in my face that represents my past. But before I go, I can’t leave any evidence…”
(Damian walks over to the wall one last time and picks up a gasoline canister. He pours the fuel around the room, and walks over to the door. He stops at the threshold and pulls out a pack of matches. He takes one out, scratches it, and throws it into the gas, watching the pretty building go up in smoke.)
(The scene fades……)
(It opens again to Damian standing outside in a small town. He is sitting on the hood of an orange 1969 Dodge Charger. Kaine looks at his watch, seemingly waiting on somebody, until a faintly familiar voice is heard off screen.)
Voice: “Damian, what’s up? I haven’t seen you since that night at Slam!
"
(WCF Alum “Meteoric Rise” Chris Justice appears on screen, carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder.)
Damian: Good to see you, Chris. Listen, I can’t talk long. I have to get to the airport soon. Do you have it?”
Rise: “Yeah, man, I’ve got it. Picked it straight from the fire. It’s a little charred, but the boss’ll do just as well, huh?”
(Rise throws the duffle bag on the hood of the car and unzips it, revealing a lot of cloth wrapping. He picks up the wrapping and unfolds it all, before taking out a semi-burned sword.)
Rise: “She’s gorgeous, ain’t she?”
Damian: “Hell yeah she is. But she ain’t ours either, CJ. We’ve gotta take her home. Or, I do. You, go be with Abstract. Go be at home.”
Rise: “Wait, before I go, I want your take on what happened last week. He was always so cool to you. Then he just fucked you over. I mean, he could be an asshole, but to straight turn on his brother?”
Damian: “Personally, I don’t care. The Boss told all three of us that we were simply an experiment. A trick to weed out the weak. You had your personal problems to deal with, I know. But Adrian, I just don’t think he was really cut out for what we had ahead of us. He has commitment issues, since Alexa. And now, he doesn’t even know where his own daughter is.”
Rise: “D, what the hell did you do?!”
Damian: “Heh, Let’s just say my name is Kaine for a reason, and leave it at that.”
(Justice is clearly weary, but accepts it. He says goodbye and walks to his car. Kaine places the sword back in the wrapping and in the bag, and set it in the passenger seat of the Charger. He gets in and rides off.)
(The scene fades to black. A picture of Gene Wilder pops up on the screen.)
In Loving Memory of
Gene Wilder
July 11, 1933-August 29, 2016
“Come with me…”
(Kaine violently slams his fist into the barbed wire, shaking the entire cage wall and causing the steel chair to fall, making a loud crash.)
“And You’ll Be…”
(Damian Picks up the chair and swings it into the edge of the wall, letting the metal-on-metal sound echo throughout the room.)
“In a wooooorld of pure excruciation…”
(Damian examines the chair, then repeatedly slams it into his own skull, cutting him deep. He laughs maniacally at the sight as the music stops.)
“You have finally done it. It took three people, but ya finally fuckin’ did it. You drove me over. I tried. I tried to be calm. I tried to be laid back and not be me. But you just kept pushing. And, y’know what? I’m relieved! I don’t have to be little priss anymore. I don’t have to let myself get pushed around. So, I can assure you. That is over. And Archer? Oh, brother, you fucked up. You’re the first. The Purge? It was a test. You were part of it because of Seth, I was there for something entirely different. You can listen to authority all you want. Be Twilight’s pet. I’ll simply follow the voices. MY higher power. Not this false God. And certainly not Seth Lerch or Sarah Twilight. And ya wanna know what the voices told me to do, Adrian?”
(The camera zooms out to reveal a sleeping person in a chair, bound, face covered by a potato sack, before Damian. He removes the sack to reveal the child of Adrian Archer.)
“I caught wind, a couple of days ago, that you would be sending your kids to live with their grandparents. I mean, after the stories you told me about Alexa, I hoped you couldn’t be stupid enough to leave them with her. I’m glad you actually grew a pair and took them. Well, I thought that was just so goshdarn sweet that I figured I’d pay them a visit! A visit from Uncle Damian! How nice? And you know what? Your daughter was so excited when I told her that she would get to spend time with Uncle D before SLAM!. She was ecstatic! But she seemed a bit hyper on the car ride home, so I figured I would give her something to help her sleep.”
(Damian holds up a bottle of Bacardi 151 proof)
“Oh, don’t worry, my brother. She’s not dead- yet. I don’t know what’ll happen on the drive back home tonight. I mean, my driver is pretty damn hammered. I’d do it myself, but i have to make it out to Wheeling by tomorrow night. Oh look! The little bean seems to be stirring.”
(At this moment, the child wakes up. You can see the fear in her eyes. She tries to scream, but her gag is in place tight. Barely a peep is heard. Damian grabs the panicking child. He hugs her; at this point tears are streaming down her cheeks.)
“Awe, honey, you’re breaking my heart. You don’t have to be scared! It’ll all be over soon. And I won’t kill ya. That’s no fun. Then your daddy will NEVER want you back. But, i think he will need a bit of incentive; I mean, he’s probably so far up Sarah Twilight’s ass that he won’t even notice y’all are in any danger. But maybe..”
(Damian walks over to the Wall of Wonders. It’s visible, now, that he walks with a limp.)
“Everything in this room is dangerous. Especially I’m dangerous. But that is called violence, my dear children, and is frowned upon in most societies. But I’ll let you in on a little secret: I don’t care. I’ve never been a conformist. Prime example?”
(He picks up a toolbox that was sitting in front of it. He rifles through the box until he finds a hammer. He walks back to the sobbing teenager, hammer in hand.)
“Most people use hammers to nail something. Not me! I like to pull!”
(At this time, Damian is positioning the claws of the hammer under the fingernails of the child, and he yanks up. The girl lets out a blood-curdling scream. Blood drips to the floor as the child's nail is ripped from her body. Damian just laughs at the sound. She wriggles, and falls back. A folded up picture falls out of her pocket. Intrigued, Damian picks it up, and looks at it.)
“Oh. My. God. This…”
(Damian holds up the picture to the Camera. It is of Adrian, Alexa, and their daughter. A family photo.)
“Adrian… I knew after you retired, you let yourself go. But you look as though you swallowed the entirety of Zero Tolerance whole and still had room left over. I mean, this is ridiculous! It’s amazing you managed to get away from this. And what did Alexa see in this? I mean that metaphorically, of course. I don’t think it’s possible NOT to see this. You’d probably take up the entire of the entrance ramp.And the first row. On both sides. But hey! You’d be undefeated! Because I doubt even the Mountain could lift this, Dukes. So where did the “Magnificent Bastard” get his new form? Come to think of it, I do remember seeing some peculiar looking pill bottles in your bag on those road trips. Hmmm.”
(Damian turns back to the little girl.)
“How about you, sweetheart? Do you remember your daddy popping pills? Did he ever get aggressive to mommy? Or you or your siblings? Did he ever pick you up by your neck and hold you against a wall and YELL AT YOU UNTIL YOU PISSED YOURSELF?!”
(Damian has the girl up in the air by her throat. She’s kicking and screaming. At this time, he gets a phone call.)
“God Dammit.” (He drops the girl to the ground, and pulls his phone from his back pocket. He answers in an irate tone.)
“Yes?!”
“Oh shit. I’m so sorry, Man. Thank you. I’m on my way. I have a few bridges to burn, then I’ll be right there.” (He clicks the phone off and puts it back in his pocket.) “Well, Adrian, looks like our fun is at an end. What a pity, I was starting to feel a connection! But, alas, I have much more pressing matters to attend to. Matters that actually concern my future, not the gnat in my face that represents my past. But before I go, I can’t leave any evidence…”
(Damian walks over to the wall one last time and picks up a gasoline canister. He pours the fuel around the room, and walks over to the door. He stops at the threshold and pulls out a pack of matches. He takes one out, scratches it, and throws it into the gas, watching the pretty building go up in smoke.)
(The scene fades……)
(It opens again to Damian standing outside in a small town. He is sitting on the hood of an orange 1969 Dodge Charger. Kaine looks at his watch, seemingly waiting on somebody, until a faintly familiar voice is heard off screen.)
Voice: “Damian, what’s up? I haven’t seen you since that night at Slam!
"
(WCF Alum “Meteoric Rise” Chris Justice appears on screen, carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder.)
Damian: Good to see you, Chris. Listen, I can’t talk long. I have to get to the airport soon. Do you have it?”
Rise: “Yeah, man, I’ve got it. Picked it straight from the fire. It’s a little charred, but the boss’ll do just as well, huh?”
(Rise throws the duffle bag on the hood of the car and unzips it, revealing a lot of cloth wrapping. He picks up the wrapping and unfolds it all, before taking out a semi-burned sword.)
Rise: “She’s gorgeous, ain’t she?”
Damian: “Hell yeah she is. But she ain’t ours either, CJ. We’ve gotta take her home. Or, I do. You, go be with Abstract. Go be at home.”
Rise: “Wait, before I go, I want your take on what happened last week. He was always so cool to you. Then he just fucked you over. I mean, he could be an asshole, but to straight turn on his brother?”
Damian: “Personally, I don’t care. The Boss told all three of us that we were simply an experiment. A trick to weed out the weak. You had your personal problems to deal with, I know. But Adrian, I just don’t think he was really cut out for what we had ahead of us. He has commitment issues, since Alexa. And now, he doesn’t even know where his own daughter is.”
Rise: “D, what the hell did you do?!”
Damian: “Heh, Let’s just say my name is Kaine for a reason, and leave it at that.”
(Justice is clearly weary, but accepts it. He says goodbye and walks to his car. Kaine places the sword back in the wrapping and in the bag, and set it in the passenger seat of the Charger. He gets in and rides off.)
(The scene fades to black. A picture of Gene Wilder pops up on the screen.)
In Loving Memory of
Gene Wilder
July 11, 1933-August 29, 2016
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