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| Captain Howdy | Jan 12 2017, 02:16 AM Post #1 |
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I like to run my body on heavy heavy fuel I can punch through a wall I can kick like a mule I got a pocketful of bullets and a blueprint of the school I'm the devil's little soldier I'm the devil's little tool I am a vicious young man oh I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play the movies I see the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man --From "Wicked Young Man" by Alice Cooper Some indeterminate time in the past: The scene before us is black, and after several moments, it stays that way. We hear a soft click, and a bit of a hissing noise, before a female voice comes to us from somewhere else. VOICE: Case file 27596, Patient: James Jacobs. Arc Ana Asylum, Doctor Jane Morris, case psychiatrist. Patient Jacobs has been admitted for evaluation and observation, following his trial for alleged child molestation. Patient was found innocent of all charges, and released into his own custody. Recently, however, the Patient has exhibited increased aggression toward women, possibly as a result of his main accuser being female, and his wife leaving him due to the sensitive nature of the trial. Patient's wife also took their infant son along with her, presumably to safeguard him from the Patient. The first interview with the Patient actually went rather well. Patient Jacobs did not react to my presence in a violent manner. Rather, he seemed almost shy and reserved...at least at the beginning. It seemed that, partway through the interview, another voice, possibly another personality, began to manifest itself. The Patient's manner changed gradually, as he became more sarcastic, and somewhat more loquacious in his speech. It appears that the Patient is a well-educated man, though that education seems to vary depending on which voice is doing the speaking at the time. Recommend observing the Patient to see if any other distinct personalities manifest themselves, or if any more splinter personalities come to the fore. Thus far, at least as main personalities, there are at least....three. Patient seems, the majority of the time, to have control of his faculties. However, there seems to be one personality that encapsulates a great deal of the Patient's rage and anger. When I attempted to comfort the Patient during a rather stressful portion of our discussion, he...he snarled at me. There was nothing human in the sound that came from the Patient at that time. The Patient told me several ways that he would hurt me and any other woman that ever tried to hurt him again, and then he snarled at me. The sound was nothing more than that of some sort of beast.... The small "click" sounds again, and the voice stops. "Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide." --John Dryden PRESENT DAY: The scene slowly fades in from black, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play once more. This time, we find ourselves looking on at the normal scene that we have gotten so accustomed to over the last few months. The living room is cleaner, no toys lying around this time. The fire is crackling and popping in the hearth, giving everything a bit of a glow. Seated on the leather couch to our right, is the man we've learned to fear as much as we want to hear what he has to say. He is dressed comfortably tonight, jeans and a Redemption T-shirt. Across from him, on the loveseat, is the statuesque blonde that we know as the Mistress. She smiles at him, even as another figure enters the picture. The beautiful Nadia Snow sits down, or more accurately, flops down, on the couch beside her husband. She grabs his arm, and wraps it around her own shoulders, and he pulls her in close. The three sit quietly for a moment, while the music fades out, and we can hear their conversation. CAPTAIN HOWDY: Finally asleep? NADIA: Yes, thankfully. I thought he was going to fuss all night. Thank you, by the way, for trying to help. Both of you. CH: Well, I had to at least try. It almost worked. MISTRESS: Yeah, you got him just about out, and then that gas bubble hit. CH: I know. That shirt is pretty much a loss. N: I can save it. I'm a mom now, I can do anything. CH: That you can, that you can. (Squeezes her again) N: It's good to have You back, Mandy. How are things? M: Really, really good. In fact, I have something to tell you both. Seeing as Tom is here (She waves at the camera, and we see a hand come forward and wave back), it's as good a time as any. N: No...did you... CH: Don't ruin it. M: (Smiling) Oh she can't ruin this. Nobody can. You see, Tom asked me to marry him, and I said YES!!! N: Oh my god!!! That's amazing!!! Congratulations!!! CH: Congratulations to you both!! Nadia leaps from the couch, and hugs the Mistress, who barely gets up in time. Howdy stands, and shakes the hand of the person who has basically become his personal cameraman. Then, they switch, with Howdy giving the Mistress a big hug, and kissing Her on the cheek. He says something to her that the camera doesn't catch, because the holder is too busy getting his own hug and kiss from Nadia. Amanda reaches into Her pocket, and pulls out the ring box, opening it and placing the ring on her finger. She quickly shows her friends, and though we can't quite see it, the camera picks up the light sparkling from that gem on Her finger pretty clearly. They all sit down and we can see tears in the eyes of the ladies, and even the Captain looks a bit misty. CH: Well, I guess that ends our threesomes. N: Oh my god...you had to go there. M: If he didn't, I think Tom was going to. (laughs all around) N: Well, there's nothing wrong with a foursome, is there? M: Not at all. But, I think Tom would rather wait until after the honeymoon for that. (Camera moves up and down a bit, and everyone laughs) CH: I am so happy for you two. I told you, Amanda, that You'd find someone. So when is the big day? M: We haven't set the date yet, but once we have it we will definitely let you know. After all, we need our Maid of Honor and our Best Man there. N: I...oh god... I'd be honored (crying once again) CH: It would be my honor and pleasure. And, I get to see Tom drunk again right before. (Everyone laughs again for several moments, before they calm down) CH: Well, as welcome as this news all is, and as happy as I am for you both, I have to go pack. M: It's been good seeing you back in the ring, James. It wasn't the same without you out there. N: Even if you've had a bit of a rough time. CH: That happens in this business. You go through hot and cold streaks. Look at when I was in PWA. I was fighting Murderer's Row every other week, and losing a lot of those matches. It got to the point where I was sick and tired of even looking at them. Eventually, things fell into place again, but it wasn't my best stretch. M: I remember that. You basically got left on your own against the four of them for a while. N: Yeah, that wasn't a fun time. CH: No, but I learned a lot, and I did my damage, so it all evened out. I lost three here, and now have won two. This week, I intend to get myself another notch in the good column. N: I hate who you have to fight this week. This John Doe guy seems like a decent person. M: Yeah, not like the guys you usually fight. This one is actually just a sad story wrapped up in something I'm not even sure he understands. CH: You're right. He is a decent person. Even Penny seems quite taken with him, and you know how picky she tends to be about who she dates. We've seen this sort of thing before though, and unless John somehow figures out what game Larry Slate is playing, he's just going to keep on being used and abused the way he is. N: It's sad. CH: Yeah, it is. The problem is, John apparently doesn't know anything else. All he knows is what Larry has told him. He doesn't know life in any other way. I wish there was some way to help him out, but the only way to do that is to get him away from Slate, and try to make him understand. M: I don't see that happening anytime soon though. John is like a puppy, and Slate is a master manipulator. He tells John the things he knows the man wants and needs to hear, and John just laps it up because he sees it as kindness. N: Hey, why don't you and Tom do the business you need to do, and Amanda and I will go make reservations for dinner. We need to go celebrate. CH: Yes we do. Sounds like a plan to me, and it's also on me. And I won't take "no" for an answer. M: I'm sold. The two women get up, Nadia going to her man, The Mistress to Hers. We see, and hear, a couple of kisses, and then the two beauties head into the other room. The Captain stands up, the fire framing him from behind, and addresses the camera directly. CH: You know, there are times in this business that, for whatever reason, you wish a match hadn't been made. Most of the time, when it comes to me, it's my opponent who has that feeling. I've actually had opponents faint, throw up, or outright quit the company, right before they had to go through the curtain. But this time, this time I am the one who doesn't really want this match to happen. See, I like John Doe. He's one of the good guys, who has had a horrible hand dealt to him in his life. Worse, even, than the one I started with. He's done well for himself though. Or, rather, he's done well for Larry Slate. John, I know you have no reason to listen to me, to believe me, but I have no reason to lie to you. We're not friends, and we don't know each other well enough to be enemies. We're just two men who are going to be standing across the ring from each other this week. Larry Slate is not your friend. He doesn't see you as an equal. No, he sees you as his meal ticket. He thinks of you as the big, dumb animal that he can put out there to perform for the crowds. Sort of like the dancing bears at the circus. He points at someone, tells you to go, and you go. You don't question, because Larry has been "good" to you. He's given you money, he's allowed you to sleep in the car, and once in a while, in a hotel bed. John, that's not how it is supposed to be. You see, the Mistress, the blonde woman who was just here, has been my manager in the past. What a manager does, is get the contracts signed for their client, try to negotiate a good wage, and make sure that the client has everything they need. The Mistress did all those things for me. She helped me get the matches I needed, helped me not get lost in the shuffle in the early days of my career. And, here's the thing, John. She didn't pay me. I paid Her for doing those things. You have it all upside down. You should be the one getting the lion's share of the money, not Larry. Your needs, as the person taking all the risks, are the ones that should come first. Ask around, John. Make sure Larry isn't there first. Ask some of the guys in the locker room. It might just open your eyes. Unfortunately, as much as I really don't want to have to do this, when we meet this week, John, I have to put you down. I have to do the things I get paid to do, which involves injuring you as much as I can and getting you to either give up, or lie still for three seconds. I hate to do it, John. I feel like we're reenacting "Old Yeller", and we're just about at the end. Hopefully, you get the reference. I'm going to have to do it, because I have no intention of being put out of the Roulette race. Sinclair thinks he's got me where he wants me, because he thinks you can beat me. Sorry to disappoint, but that won't happen. No, I have too much to do, and it starts with getting myself into the Title picture. Beating you makes that one step easier. You aren't scared of me, you say. You're a fighter, not a wrestler. Is that supposed to worry me? I can brawl with anyone. I can stand in there with you, and give you a fight you've never experienced before. And, while you're trying to figure out how I am still standing, and why the room is spinning, that's when I'll put you into one of my various holds, and start to torture you. In a straight-up fight, I'd likely give you an edge. But, the name on the marquee is "Wrestling" and that is something I do very well. So bring that fight, John. I'll indulge you for a while. I'll let you relive your glory days back in prison, when someone would stand toe to toe with you. But, unlike most of them, I won't be the one who ends up beaten. Because, you see John, while I may not be a hardened criminal, I am the Most Dangerous Man in Redemption, and I've been referred to as the Devil himself. Often. Compared to me, you really are not much more than a trained bear, but one who has had his claws and teeth removed. John, I like you, and it will pain me for a second or two to do what I have to do to you. But, as quickly as that feeling will hit me, it will wash away when the bell rings, and my arm is raised in victory. Sometimes, you can sit and laugh at the big, dumb animal, and sometimes, you just have to put them down. And, you can tell Larry that if he manages to get his fat, sweaty behind anywhere near me, well, I can end his little life as a waddling chunk of protoplasm...wait, let me make that simpler. I can beat him into a fat, sweaty pile of goo, just as easily. So let's agree on something, John. You bring me that fight. You come right at me, all out, just like you said. A bull charging into the battle. In the end, though, you're going to end up like so many of those prize animals do, poleaxed and wondering what just happened. And then, when the moment is right, and I've grown tired of poking the toothless bear, that's when I'll show you what happens when I decide that, for you... PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!! And Larry, it will bring me great pleasure to watch your face, as you process the bad news that your meal ticket just got revoked. Besides, you could stand to miss a few meals anyway. See you soon, John...and Sinclair, you haven't heard the last of me yet, and you haven't seen me at my worst. But you will... HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAAAA!!!! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHAAA!!!! The Captain continues to laugh, as "Captain Howdy" comes back on, the fire behind him making him look as demonic as we've ever seen him. It even, we think, catches his eyes, and makes them seem to glow red, which is all we see, before the scene slowly fades to black. |
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