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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 16 2016, 08:17 AM (47 Views) | |
| Captain Howdy | Nov 16 2016, 08:17 AM Post #1 |
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Under my skin and into my bones I feel insanity begin to make its home Into my vision and through my mouth Somebody's working me to get me all strung out It's all right, it's all right, it's all right I'm just a little crazy It's all right, it's all right, it's all right I'm just a little crazy --From "A Little Crazy" by Fight The scene slowly fades in from black, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. This time, however, it sounds a bit hollow, is if coming to us from a great distance. When the scene resolves, we realize it is in something akin to grayscale, everything looking just different shades...but fewer than fifty. We find ourselves looking at a rather rough street, neon signs for bars muted by the patina everything is covered in. People mill around, their features somewhat indistinct. It takes a moment until we realize that we are looking at a memory, somehow transposed to the screen for us. The edges of things seem to fade into a sort of fuzz, making it hard to focus on anything for too long. After a few moments of this, a figure stumbles through the frame, this one being very distinct, and as we notice suddenly, in full color. The man stumbles past, and it takes a moment before we realize that this is none other than a younger James Jacobs, the man who will later become Captain Howdy. He looks distraught, full of angst and frustration, as he continues off down the street. The sweatshirt he is wearing is a dark gray, made darker by the misting rain he is hurrying through. The scene shifts, moving forward in time a bit, and we see James once again, now under what appears to be a bridge. He is hunkered down near a support column, where nobody else could see him. He looks around, and finally convinces himself that he is alone. James sits back, and pulls what looks to be a .38 revolver from the front pocket of his sweatshirt. He stares at the pistol for a few moments, as if studying it. He spins the cylinder, the clicking sounding loudly in the darkness. JAMES JACOBS: They took it all!! Everything, gone. All I worked for, all I sacrificed for. It's all gone. I've got nothing left. Nothing left to live for. And now, now even she's gone... James puts the pistol up to his head, then lowers it again. The tears in his eyes splash down onto the gun, as he just stares at it. After a few moments, he raises it again, this time putting the barrel into his mouth. He closes his eyes, and actually pulls the hammer back, before tearing it away from his face once again. The pistol hits the ground, luckily not going off, as he sobs heavily. I can't!! DAMN HER!!! HOW COULD SHE DO THIS TO ME?!?!?!? Just when I needed her the most...just when I need someone... DAMN HER!!! DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!!! That can be arranged, you know... The voice comes out of the darkness, thick with promise, deep with menace. As James spins around, all he and we see is an outline, a darker black against the backdrop of the night. Where a person's eyes would be, a pair of dull red points glow, impossibly suspended there. James shudders, and lifts the pistol, starting to point it in the direction of this figure. That won't do you any good, you know. No weapon made from mortal hands can do me any harm. WHO ARE YOU????? Oh, I've had so many names. Let me think for a moment, which one would mean the most to you? Ah, I have it. You can call me Captain Howdy. Yes, I know, that was to be your name in your little farce, wasn't it? Well, it's as good a name as any. I'm crazy. That's it....I've gone insane, and this, this is just my mind finally breaking. Oh no, James, you don't get off that easily. No, you see, I am as real as you are, and I've actually come here with an offer. An offer? What kind of offer?? Oh, how about the chance to make things right, or at least better? What would that be worth to you, now that you've lost so much, and all because of one woman's petty jealousy? I think you know what my price will be. It's not that much really. You've barely used the thing as it is... You..you can help me? You can make this all go away? Really? Truly. I can give you the means to get what you want, to hurt anyone you want to, and all you have to do, is say yes... James straightens up, looks at the gun once more, and back at the figure. He picks up the pistol, and puts it back in his pocket, before walking to stand directly in front of the apparition. Yes!! Yes, please help me. Please...I have nothing... Shhhh...hush now, my child. Believe me, you won't regret this. Now, stand still. This might hurt a little... The shadowy figure moves forward, engulfing James, as he screams and chokes, and then the image goes to black, the ominous laughter of some dark being sending chills down our spines, even though we know this is no more than a memory. After a few moments, we find ourselves looking on a new scene, this time very clearly in the present. The man we now know as Captain Howdy is sitting in what appears to be a well-appointed study. Various World Title belts are hanging on three of the walls in this room, some replicas, some the real thing. Howdy himself sits behind a large, mahogany desk in a black chair. He leans back in the leather chair, looking off into the distance. A small smile creeps its way onto his face. After a moment, he begins to speak again. CAPTAIN HOWDY: And that, is how it all began. ... . ..... .... ... ... ... ....... ..'. ..... ........... And just who is it that the Captain is speaking to? The camera pans a bit, and now we see an old, battered teddy bear, sitting in the chair across from him. The fur has been pulled out in some places, and left in ragged patches in others. One of the button eyes is missing, and the stitches at some of the places where parts are attached has frayed, exposing the stuffing inside the bear. Along with all that, the bear has a can of beer that seems to be attached to one paw. The can, of course, is open, and a bit dented. George just stares out at the Captain, and we can almost hear the voice he is using, as he communicates with his friend. But, apparently, the Captain can hear him quite clearly. CH: It's good to see you again, George. We've missed you here at the house. Did you have fun dealing with Jason and Dragon? G: ...... ... . ...... .. ..... ..... ... ........... ..... ... ..... ..... .. CH: Yes, yes she has. Jason surely has his hands full there. And Dragon? Well, we always knew he was a weak link anyway. I think it just took him this long to figure it out. G: ... ...? ...'. ... .... ....... ..... .... .......? ...'. ... ... ..... .. ....? CH: (Laughing) Oh no, George, that never gets old. I love having the one thing that everyone else wants. It's so much fun to see them, all full of hope and righteous bravado that they will finally be able to do the one thing that so many before them failed to do. I love to dangle that prize, right in front of them, only to crush their hopes and dreams when they try to take it. And this time is even better. The winner this time will be the first one to hold the prize. The first one!! Think about that. All the work and sacrifice, all the blood and sweat and tears, just to see me become what they so desperately wanted to be. There's almost nothing sweeter. G: ...., ... ...'.. .... .... ...... .... .... .. ...... .... ....? CH: Well of course I've done it before. I've been the first to ever hold a Title a few times now. And that's the best part. Imagine striving for such a thing, only to have it mercilessly ripped from your grasp at the very last. You can almost hear their soul crumble to ashes and dust when that happens. Personally, I cannot wait for this to come about. G: ...'.. ... ....... .. ..... ..... ...... .. .... ... ...... CH: Yes I do. But, what fun is it if the one you face isn't worthy of the chance? Dante, if nothing else, has proven to be that. Yes, Dante, I paid you a compliment. I'd say to try not to let it get to your head, but that's a pretty long journey, and I doubt any of your brain cells are doing all that well at that altitude anyway. As opponents go, at least you present an interesting challenge. You're a very large man, powerful, and not altogether unlike me in your attitude. You don't much care if someone gets hurt should they cross your path. You go after what you want, and you do it in such a way as to leave your mark on those in the ring with you. That means I finally have a real fight with someone who should be able to provide me with one. You see, Dante, this is the match I've been waiting for. I've done just enough to get here. I've beaten other wrestlers just badly enough to make it to this point. I've toyed with them, given them the brief hope that they could defeat me, and then snuffed out that hope by dropping them on their head, or forcing them to tap out. You've been right there, most of the way, watching. I'm sure you think you know what I am capable of, what I can truly do. You have no idea. I've been holding back, Dante. I knew that, when it got to this point, no matter who I faced for the Redemption Title, that was going to be when I put out my best effort, my most vicious assault. Congratulations, you get to be the recipient of that dubious gift. In case you're unsure of what I am telling you, Dante, it means that when we meet for the Title, I am going to do everything I can to hurt, maim, and cripple you. I am going to beat you as severely as I can, because I want you to remember the folly of thinking you could defeat me and deprive me of my prize. I've won dozens of Titles in places all around the globe. Every one, every time, was at the cost of some other person's dreams. To be the first one to hold a Title, to have it forever known that you were the original Champion...now that is something that is even more fun. Three times I have done this. Three times I have savored the feeling of having everyone's hopes suddenly turn to ashes in their mouths. The fans feel so very let down when their hero fails to do his job. The other wrestlers lose some hope, because they knew just how difficult it was going to be to take that prize from me. Even ownership in those places shook their collective heads and wondered how they were going to salvage something, anything, from the ruin I had created. That despair, that draining of their optimism, that was like ambrosia to me, and I drank deeply of it. This time will be no different. This time will be just as good for me, and just as bad for everyone else. And you, my lucky fellow, get to be right in the epicenter of it all. Oh Dante, you poor fool. You're about to have the worst experience of your career, and possibly your life. When that bell rings, your size isn't going to help you as it has in the past. Your power and strength will be turned against you in ways you've never experienced. And while you scream, I will laugh all the louder. I never pulled the wings off of flies as a child, but I have no qualms about breaking you apart, limb by limb. And like the others, you'll try to fight back. You'll put up a valiant struggle. But, in the end, you'll fall before me, just as so many others have before you. I know you're not going to listen to or believe me though, so I'll just have to show you. There's a book, Dante, by the name of "Dante's Inferno". It details the lead character's journey through the different and varied layers of Hell. The prose is a bit dense, but what is clear is the amount of suffering in each place along the way. You might think of this as your career thus far, struggling to get here, to get to this match. All the things you had to give up, to watch disappear. That would be an apt metaphor, in most cases. This time, though, it's more the hell I am going to put you through that matters. It's the different levels of suffering and pain I will inflict upon you, until your body breaks, and your mind shuts down. When you are desperately sending commands to your limbs, the very limbs that refuse to obey them. That's when you will realize that I already knew your fate, and simply delivered you to it. And, that's when you're going to have your best view of me, as I raise the prize high over my head. Dante, I told you a while back that I had nothing against you. I really still don't. You're just in my way. You're between me and history, me and destiny. I will be the first Redemption Champion, and there's just nothing you can do to stop it. I know you'll try. I know you'll fight me at the very best of your ability. It just won't be enough. In the end, you'll know what so many before you have learned. You'll have been taught a lesson in humility, in defeat, because you'll finally know what it means when I decide that, for you... PLAYTIME'S OVER!!! Be ready, Dante. Be ready for your precious hopes and dreams to become ash and cinders. That's your future, that's what you have to look forward to. You, and the rest of Redemption for that matter. See you soon, Dante. G: .. ... . ...... .... .. ... ....!! .. .....'. ..... . ..... Glad you see things my way, George. Soon, everyone else will as well...very, very soon. HAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAHAAAAA!!! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! The Captain continues to laugh maniacally, rocking hard in his chair, until the cameraman, clearly not used to this sort of display, backs out of the office, and closes the door behind him. He heads down the hallway, the laughter ringing off the walls around him, as the scene slowly fades to black. |
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