Post by thrashmetaldan on Aug 10, 2012 13:54:29 GMT -6
“How much longer are we going to do this bloody drill?!? I know how to climb a cage! I know how to climb a cage quickly, damn it!”
The scene has opened onto the Gauntlet, the gym owned by Crane Vincent: Damien’s stepfather and coach. Damien is currently inside of a steel cage only slightly smaller than the one employed by USPW.
“In case you weren’t aware, Crane, I have competed in a cage before. This is absurd!”
“That was martial arts, boy. You’re going to be incompetent in the ring on Friday if you can’t prepare yourself. Just like you were incompetent at Night of Champions.”
“Excuse me?!? You’re talking to the United States Champion, Crane!”
“You were damned lucky, Damien. You were but a mere child before Savage’s power. He tossed you about like a rag doll. I’ve never seen such a pathetic display out of you. It was like you had lost all motor function. And I was disgusted to share the same last name with you.”
Damien storms up to him and looks straight up at his cold, uncaring eyes. He looks like he want’s to strangle him. Crane however, doesn’t budge an inch. He looks like a frozen, unyielding statue.
“I don’t care WHAT you think! I don’t care how close that was to a loss! I don’t care that I had help! What I do care about is my sociopath stepfather trying to toy with my ego on the eve of my FIRST TITLE DEFENSE!”
“Those who have my respect, earn it. You lost it when you wrestled like you were a scared rodent. This isn’t the sort of son I expect to see when you enter the ring. I raised the Grim Reaper. You were a giant’s plaything.”
Damien runs straight out of the cage to the heavy bag and punches over and over it so hard that the leather actually begins to rip a bit.
“I’M NOT YOUR SON, CRANE!” strike “YOU MARRIED MY MOTHER FOR HER INHERITANCE” strike “AND TO SETTLE AWAY FROM AMERICA” strike “TO GET AWAY FROM A FUCKING CREDITOR HERE!” strike “AND WAIT TIL THE HEAT” strike “HAD HAD DIED OUT! YOU NEVER” strike “LOVED HER” strike “OR ME!”
After he punches the bag one final time, he throws a hellacious high kick to it for good measure, and the contents begin to spill out on the floor.
“Why her, Crane?!? Why the lunatic bitch ex-wrestler with the five year old child who needed therapy that he never received? There must have been other wealthy young women who were desperate you could have seduced! WHY? Why choose the most dysfunctional family on the planet to make more dysfunctional?”
Crane stares at him for a moment. It seems like the intensity of Damien’s words rolled off him like rain. Then he grabs his stepson by the throat, and lifts the much smaller man high up off the ground. As he’s gagging for air, Crane speaks.
“I choose her because I saw something in you I recognized. The look of a small boy that poeticized his mother’s exploits and those of the legends of the ring. The look of a child that needed to be like Hulk Hogan and win a championship when he grew up. You loved all the men I despised. It was repulsive to me. You wanted so badly to be a great wrestler and turn out just like them. I made it my mission in life to kill those desires. To turn you into a weapon against the idols you worshiped. You became my blade, Damien. And you’ve grown dull...dull enough that I have to sharpen you.”
He throws Damien to the ground in a thunderous chokeslam. He cries out in pain. Clutching his back and then stumbling back to his feet. After simply watching him for a second, Crane grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him up against a wall. Damien’s eyes have grown wet with tears.
“Did you want me to love you, Damien?”
“...What sort of question is that?”
“Did you want me to love you?”
“...Of course I did.”
Crane slugs him mercilessly and tosses him to the floor. He then runs over and plants his heel on Damien’s throat.
“You’ve allowed your boyhood fantasies to corrupt you again. You won’t defeat Cash if you’re this weak. I won’t ever love you, boy. I don’t love anyone. But you can earn my respect. You can earn it by crushing all of them. All of the unworthy fools that stand in our way. You’re going to have to settle for that. It’s the best you could ever deserve with how small and scrawny you’ve grown. A shame you didn’t get your biological father’s build. That would have been easier to work with. I hated him, but if anyone had strong genetics, it was Ro-”
Damien scrambles out from under his boot and crawls to his feet.
“Don’t you dare say that name right now! I’m going to be greater than he ever was!”
“Prove it, boy. Have I prodded you enough yet? Have I awakened the only thing that you have going for you? That primal ferocity? It’s really the only asset you have. Without it you’re nothing. Now...climb the damn wall again.”
Damien looks like he’s about to rip into Crane with his bear hands. The rage emanating from him is palpable. He looks for a moment as if he might throw a punch...but instead, he walks past the man and to the chain link wall of the cage.
Without a word, he starts climbing.
But his cheek is twitching.
The scene has opened onto the Gauntlet, the gym owned by Crane Vincent: Damien’s stepfather and coach. Damien is currently inside of a steel cage only slightly smaller than the one employed by USPW.
“In case you weren’t aware, Crane, I have competed in a cage before. This is absurd!”
“That was martial arts, boy. You’re going to be incompetent in the ring on Friday if you can’t prepare yourself. Just like you were incompetent at Night of Champions.”
“Excuse me?!? You’re talking to the United States Champion, Crane!”
“You were damned lucky, Damien. You were but a mere child before Savage’s power. He tossed you about like a rag doll. I’ve never seen such a pathetic display out of you. It was like you had lost all motor function. And I was disgusted to share the same last name with you.”
Damien storms up to him and looks straight up at his cold, uncaring eyes. He looks like he want’s to strangle him. Crane however, doesn’t budge an inch. He looks like a frozen, unyielding statue.
“I don’t care WHAT you think! I don’t care how close that was to a loss! I don’t care that I had help! What I do care about is my sociopath stepfather trying to toy with my ego on the eve of my FIRST TITLE DEFENSE!”
“Those who have my respect, earn it. You lost it when you wrestled like you were a scared rodent. This isn’t the sort of son I expect to see when you enter the ring. I raised the Grim Reaper. You were a giant’s plaything.”
Damien runs straight out of the cage to the heavy bag and punches over and over it so hard that the leather actually begins to rip a bit.
“I’M NOT YOUR SON, CRANE!” strike “YOU MARRIED MY MOTHER FOR HER INHERITANCE” strike “AND TO SETTLE AWAY FROM AMERICA” strike “TO GET AWAY FROM A FUCKING CREDITOR HERE!” strike “AND WAIT TIL THE HEAT” strike “HAD HAD DIED OUT! YOU NEVER” strike “LOVED HER” strike “OR ME!”
After he punches the bag one final time, he throws a hellacious high kick to it for good measure, and the contents begin to spill out on the floor.
“Why her, Crane?!? Why the lunatic bitch ex-wrestler with the five year old child who needed therapy that he never received? There must have been other wealthy young women who were desperate you could have seduced! WHY? Why choose the most dysfunctional family on the planet to make more dysfunctional?”
Crane stares at him for a moment. It seems like the intensity of Damien’s words rolled off him like rain. Then he grabs his stepson by the throat, and lifts the much smaller man high up off the ground. As he’s gagging for air, Crane speaks.
“I choose her because I saw something in you I recognized. The look of a small boy that poeticized his mother’s exploits and those of the legends of the ring. The look of a child that needed to be like Hulk Hogan and win a championship when he grew up. You loved all the men I despised. It was repulsive to me. You wanted so badly to be a great wrestler and turn out just like them. I made it my mission in life to kill those desires. To turn you into a weapon against the idols you worshiped. You became my blade, Damien. And you’ve grown dull...dull enough that I have to sharpen you.”
He throws Damien to the ground in a thunderous chokeslam. He cries out in pain. Clutching his back and then stumbling back to his feet. After simply watching him for a second, Crane grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him up against a wall. Damien’s eyes have grown wet with tears.
“Did you want me to love you, Damien?”
“...What sort of question is that?”
“Did you want me to love you?”
“...Of course I did.”
Crane slugs him mercilessly and tosses him to the floor. He then runs over and plants his heel on Damien’s throat.
“You’ve allowed your boyhood fantasies to corrupt you again. You won’t defeat Cash if you’re this weak. I won’t ever love you, boy. I don’t love anyone. But you can earn my respect. You can earn it by crushing all of them. All of the unworthy fools that stand in our way. You’re going to have to settle for that. It’s the best you could ever deserve with how small and scrawny you’ve grown. A shame you didn’t get your biological father’s build. That would have been easier to work with. I hated him, but if anyone had strong genetics, it was Ro-”
Damien scrambles out from under his boot and crawls to his feet.
“Don’t you dare say that name right now! I’m going to be greater than he ever was!”
“Prove it, boy. Have I prodded you enough yet? Have I awakened the only thing that you have going for you? That primal ferocity? It’s really the only asset you have. Without it you’re nothing. Now...climb the damn wall again.”
Damien looks like he’s about to rip into Crane with his bear hands. The rage emanating from him is palpable. He looks for a moment as if he might throw a punch...but instead, he walks past the man and to the chain link wall of the cage.
Without a word, he starts climbing.
But his cheek is twitching.