Post by "Invincible" Damian Kaine on Sept 15, 2016 20:04:48 GMT -5
(The sound of rattling metal flows through the speakers. The screen flashes a pure white. An unfamiliar female voice is heard.)
Girl: Patient's mental state is safe, for now.
(The sound of a door creaking open coincides with the vision becoming clear. We see Damian Kaine strapped to a stone table, with chain cuffs around his hands.. A woman in a white lab coat walks in the room. A nametag on her coat reads “Alexandra Staudt.”)
Dr. Staudt: Damian? How are you feeling?
(Damian laughs uncontrollably. It's clear the doctors have him on nitrous oxide.)
DK: Better, now that you're here.
Dr. Staudt: Heh, well I'm flattered. But I need to talk to you about why you're in here. Do you remember anything from yesterday?
(Damian takes time to observe his surroundings. He freaks out upon discovering his restraints.)
DK: WHERE THE HELL AM I?!
Dr. Staudt: Savannah Regional Hospital. You were brought in at 7:46 yesterday evening. Damian, what happened yesterday.
(As if struck by a tranquilizer, Damian calms down. He looks at the doctor.)
Damian: I know you. Who are you? I don't know an Alexandra… where have we met before?
Dr. Staudt: Damian, that isn't important. Tell me about yesterday.
(Damian thought for a minute. Maybe two. Maybe ten, who knows. Then he remembered.. no visual memories… but a sharp, high pitched screaming. Upon the memory, Damian freaks out again, struggling against his restraints.)
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ch!!
DK: LET ME OUT!! ALLY MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE.. please… Ally.. Ally?
(Suddenly the screeching stopped. Damian looks back at his doctor, with a look of familiarity.)
DK: Ally… you're.. you're a doctor now. A psychiatrist, I guess. Alexandra… Alexandra Staudt. Nicknamed Ally. I remember now! I.. I remember. I can tell you… i- I can trust you.
(Damian motions for the doctor to come closer.)
DK: I don't remember much. I remember doing my live stream. On Facebook. I had been laughing at something. Then.. then there was a knocking. It was weird… I was in my gym.. there are no doors in my gym. And the walls are too hollow to make such a high pitch knock… then. Then it started… the screeching.. it was horrendous. I. I think the live feed was over, because there was no feedback. And that sound would cause feedback… it was… it was NO NOT AGAIN PLEASE!!
(Damian howls in pain again. This time it brings tears to his eyes. Then it suddenly stops. He struggles against the restraints. The camera switches to Damian’s POV. It appears filled with blood.)
DK: Ally… stop the blood! The blood is falling! PLEASE STOP IT!
Dr. Staudt (Slightly Distorted): What blood?! Damian, there is no blood! It’s all your mind, it’s playing tricks on you! Damian, focus in on my voice… There you go…
(Damian calms down a bit. The blood starts to drain from his eyes)
Dr. Staudt: That’s better. You’ve got a few more days left in here. You’ll be out by Sunday, I promise. And, since you won’t be cleared to fly any time soon, well then I guess I’ll have to drive you up to Kentucky myself. I’ve missed you, Day.
(Dr. Staudt leans in and kisses Damian. As her head pulls away, we see a different location. It now appears that the two are in an outdoor café in southern Atlanta. Dr. Staudt has replaced her lab coat for a t-shirt and jeans. Damian no longer finds himself restrained, but in a old Purge Tee, and ripped jeans.)
Dr. Alexandra “Ally” Staudt: Well, Day, you’ve gone five days without an attack. Not many meds, either. I’m proud of you.
DK: Well, I can thank my wonderful psychiatrist for that, now can’t I? So, Al. You have to tell me. Why a mental doctor? I recall you wanting to be on Broadway.
(Damian smiles at his old “friend” and she blushes and looks away. He sips from his chocolate shake.)
Ally: Heh.. Well, honestly? It was you. When were together back then, high school, you always had your episodes. And I never knew how to help. I would try. And Sometimes succeed. Well, i wanted to learn. Because I wanted to help. And I learned. Studied my ass off. I was almost always doing homework. The only times I wasn’t was when i would catch an ALPHA PPV. And, for the past few months, SLAM. I’ve tuned in to everything. Which reminds me… Why the hell are you wearing that shirt?!”
(Damian looks down and remembers what shirt he’s wearing. He laughs.)
DK: Honestly, I found it kinda ironic. I mean, it’s like a mini-Purge reunion this Sunday. Except I have to watch my back from all angles because I feel like it’ll end up more of a fatal four-way. I mean, Hell, Adrian and I can’t spend five minutes around each other without wanting to beat each other’s faces in. It’s going to be interesting to see how we compete this week. I mean, we’re up against WCF legends. But, they’re in the same boat as A and I. They don’t like each other either. And, maybe we can play that to our advantage. Loathsome as we may be, Adrian and I work well together. And we know how to exploit weakness.
(Damian stops right there. Ally looks at him as if saying “like….”)
DK: Like, Mikey’s dire need to be hardcore. His anger is pretty bad, I’m imagining. I mean, I remember watching him run Severan King through the arena barricade. That has to take some serious pent up aggression, I’ll tell you that. Then, there’s this desperate desire he has to try and blame others for his losses? Damn, Mikey. Like, that’s low. He’ supposed to be hardcore. But only a bitch lays blame like that. Well, no, because Archer doesn’t even do that. So, what’s a better word…. AHA! COWARD! He’s the dumbass who charged at Bishop when he knew he couldn’t take it. HE wasn’t careful. So, he shouldn’t blame Teo for that shit. And he won’t be able to blame Spearman when eXtreme falls this weekend. Because I will be able to exploit that all. make damn sure it’s him that I pin in that ring.
(Damian finishes his monologue on Mikey eXtreme just as Ally finishes her latte.)
Ally: Damn, dude. You’ve really thought this all out. Well, get up. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.
(Damian walks to a convertible 84 Camaro and holds the driver side door open.)
Ally: Why, thank you, kind sir.
DK: You’re very welcome, M’lady.
(The two get in the car and drive off to Lexington. There screen fades to black. It fades in a second later to the Camaro pulling in front of the Hyatt Regency Lexington Hotel. They grab their bags and Damian carries them inside while Ally parks the car. He approaches the reception desk.)
DK: I have a reservation. Under the name Kaine.
(The man behind the desk looks on the computer. Damian takes time to observe the man. He's a younger man, about Damian's age. He has spiked blonde hair and tight jeans. He wore a hoop earring in his left ear. It was evident to Damian that the man in front of him was not on the same team. After a minute, the receptionist shakes his head.)
Receptionist: Sorry, cutie. There's no room under that name.
(Damian panics a bit. Then thinks.)
DK: Try Lerch.
(The receptionist looks again before telling Damian the same. Then a thought dons on him.)
DK: Try Staudt.
(Just as he expected, the reservation was set. As he got his key, he walked to the elevator, then, upon reaching the floor, he walks to his- or, rather, their room. As he was unlocking the door, the elevator opened again and Ally stepped out into the hallway.)
DK: You're clever, ya know. But you could've asked.
Ally: What's the point of asking when you're going to say yes anyway.
(Damian opens the door and walks over to fall flat on the bed. Ally grabs her bags and sets them on a chair.)
Ally: DK, I'm going to hop in the shower. I'll only be a minute. That car ride was just too much.
DK: Alright. I'll be right here watching TV.
(Ally walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind her. Damian Flicks on the television in the room. He travels through the channels. Finally he comes across Conan. He dozes off. He's awoken twenty minutes later by Ally climbing into bed. She's now wearing shorts and a Neforian Tee. Damian looks at the shirt and laughs.)
Ally: What?
DK (jokingly): You're trying to taunt me. Why else would you be wearing a Neforian shirt?
Ally: Um, maybe I'm a fan! He's awesome, as Spearman and as Neforian.
DK: True as that may be, he's set at first in WAR for a reason. And, well Mikey hates him. I think we're in for a damn good fight. Then Archer and I will come out. Complete honesty, though. I know we're in tough. But there is a higher chance of Mikey exploding on Spearman than Archer and I have of imploding so I know we have a chance. Believe it or not. I may actually win a match!! Haha.
Ally: Welp, a future champion needs his beauty sleep. Haha. Go to sleep, DK. Goodnight.
(The two shut off the lights and curl up in bed together as the camera fades. Then the screen starts to static as it cuts on to see Ally at the door, answering it. We hear a familiar voice saying “We'll take Damian from here. Thank you.” Then it cuts off just as fast.
(Words Flash across the screen in white lettering.)
The Time Has Come...
