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Wounded Warrior (A Series)
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Wounded Warrior, Part I

Hospital room, post-Meltdown. Post-War Games. Post-unemployment. Post-pain. Post-numbness.


Jessica, Lucy’s older sister: “Let’s call down and get you and the baby some dinner. I’m sure Momma’s hungry for a big-ol’ turkey and ham sub from the hospital Subway.”

Lucy: “I feel like the workers there hate me already.”

Jessica: “Nonsense. Who doesn’t like fixing a footlong turkey and ham with double meat, half provolone cheese and half pepperjack, olives, lettuce, no tomato, and a light drizzling of 3 different dressings?!?”

Lucy: “You’ve memorized it.”

Jessica, rolling her eyes: “You’ve ordered it enough.”

Lucy, fake-moping: “Baby needs to grow and Mommy’s brain is sending weird signals to her tummy.”

Jessica places an order over the hospital phone system. How do you order sub sandwiches through your hospital room’s phone and expect them to be delivered to you? Be in Colossus’ room, fucker.

Lucy, transitioning from fake moping to quiet speaking: “This has been tough, Jess. It’s been awful tough. He’s been in and out for a few days now, and it’s not easy seeing him like this. He’s always been so strong. Sweet, but strong.”

Jessica, becoming much more serious now: “I know it’s hard, sweetheart, but you have to do your best not to stress out so much. It’s not good for the baby.”

Jessica softly pats Lucy’s several months-pregnant stomach and smiles sheepishly at her little sis. What does a big sister say to her scared kin at a time like this? Not much, I guess. Just smiles and pats and soft words.

Lucy: “He loved this sport more than his books, more than all the money in the world, and almost as much as he loved me. Some days, I think he loved it more. At Immortals…I could never tell where the joy for wrestling ended and the joy for me began. But I was never jealous. Worried, yeah, but never jealous. Having a real passion for your job is something that not a whole lot of people get to experience. And having the kind of passion for your job that Alex had for his…well, that’s a level of emotion and pride few can ever attain. I loved watching him go at it, but I cringed all the same.”

Jessica: “It’s not a friendly occupation.”

Lucy: “No…I’d say so.”

Lucy starts to well up with tears, but fights them gamely. Mixed with the hormones of pregnancy, however, it’s a losing cause.

Jessica, hugging her sister: “That’s okay, Little Lu, let it out. It’s alright. It’s perfectly normal.”

The familiar comfort of her older sister calms Lucy down enough so that the crying is in occasional mini-jags and not continuous bawling.

Lucy: “I’m worried I’m going to wake him up.”

Jessica: “Lu Lu, the doctors have him on plenty of pain medication. I don’t think a Hungry, Hungry Hippo could wake him up.”

Lucy giggles a bit at the nonsensical imagery, but then turns serious.

Lucy: “I’m worried, Jess.”

Jessica: “Lu Lu, the doctors said the injuries were bad but not life-threatening. They got to him in time and did their best jobs and stabilized him. They said that he avoided paralysis because of his acute muscle strength and something about ‘an ingrained Italian stubbornness.’ I’m not sure that was the most precise medical definition, but…you know…”

Lucy: “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

Jessica: “Then what…?”

Lucy: “I’m worried that he’s not hurt enough.”

Jessica: ………………

Jessica: “…I’m sorry, sweetpea, one more time…?”

Lucy: “That’s he’s not. Hurt. Enough.”

“Let me explain as best I can, but bear in mind you’re not a wrestling person or the wife of a wrestler…or the wife of a stubborn, stubborn man.”

“Alex was hurt. Badly. But he wasn’t paralyzed more than the temporary stinger he got. Now, for a normal, functioning human being, that would be enough to quit a strenuous, high-risk occupation. Most people would take a beating like Alex took, physically and emotionally, look at their personal finances…and retire somewhere in Europe or somewhere warm and comfy in America.”

“They would assess their life, take note of their loving wife and child on the way, and say…Basta. Enough already. They wouldn’t voluntarily return to a place where their boss had humiliated them, their co-workers either despised or envied them, and their upper management was clueless.”

“Most men would do that. Most men would be satisfied with walking away, particularly if they had a list of accomplishments at their job even 1/3 as long as Alex’s were at his.”

“Most men.”

“But, Jess…you don’t know Alex. Well, you know him, but you know the outer him. You know the guy who shows up at family gatherings and is unfailingly polite and tussles your kids’ hair and is a genuine stand-up guy to his in-laws. A beacon of the community and a moral pillar.”

“And that’s Alex. I don’t deny that for a single second. That’s him. That’s the man I fell in love with, that’s the man I married, and that’s the man I will be with until the day one or both of us dies.”

“But that’s only part of him. A great part of him, probably even the vast majority of him. A decent, upstanding, loving, lovable, kindhearted, absurdly generous, passionate, penitent soul.”

“…but that small minority part.”

Lucy shakes her head some and looks over at her husband, eyes closed, pain meds dripping in via IV.


“There’s a small part that will not let go. Like a bulldog. He’s never yelled at me or hurt me or been anything but kind to me or to his friends…”

“…but to people who aren’t his friends, guys he works with who don’t like him? Who have hurt him or people he loved?”

“He doesn’t let that go. No matter if he gets tossed off of a Scaffold and I end up by his bedside, making sure the meds are dripping properly…no matter if he gets cut open and busted up so bad inside of the ring he calls his second home that they need to do immediate blood transfusions backstage…no matter if he’s fighting someone in front of 50,000 people and half a million at home or 500 people in a dingy gym in D.C…”

“He hunts and he hunts and he hunts until he gets whoever hurt him or his friends or someone he loves. And when he finds them, he doesn’t lose. I mean, he might lose a match or two. But he doesn’t LOSE.”

“And, Jess, I’m worried that one day he’s going to recover from this…

…because part of me knows that if he does, WHEN he does…”

“I’m not going to be able to convince him to let what…what happened go. Not the physical pain from Ryan. Not the embarrassment and humiliation by Big. And not the fact that Andy has that…that prize that Alex loves so much.”

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep him away from…it.”

“New baby or not.”

“If he gets better, and he’s really too strong not to get better at some point, then I’m not sure what my husband’s going to do.”

Lucy, still facing away from Colossus and now talking even more quietly: “I’m just not sure.”

On Colossus’ face, hidden from his wife and sister-in-law, there is a momentarily brief but broad smile. Almost a grin.

Probably just the pain meds working.

Edited by BrahmaBull10, Jun 7 2010, 12:46 AM.
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So, I graduated from college last year, grad school this year, and am now applying for full-time jobs like a mofo and not being successful so far.

In my down time, I figured--"Hey, getting the shit beat out of you and fired is a very, very good thing for your character. Because striving Colossus is better than champion Colossus."

So until I come back, this promo will serve as a bridge of sorts, and I will add new parts to it when an idea about Colossus' back-story comes to me.

Think of any additional parts as Colossus reminiscing about his life/wrestling in a drug-aided haze. Some parts will be straight stories that I think of, and some might be imaginary dreamscapes that Colossus fucking hallucinates because they're pumping him full of enough shit to make Phenetic blush.

In summary: FUCKING FLASHBACKS, HOW DO THEY WORK?

Etc.
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Wounded Warrior (Part II): The following events take place within the troubled mind of Alex Kingman, aka Colossus

The thoughts are his own as he undertakes medical procedures, therapy, and the road to recovery.


Life is a thing of inches and seconds. Great things can come to you unexpectedly, barely.

Let's be frank. I escaped permanent paralysis or even death by a very small margin. I was almost ended by a psychotic who has no regard for human life and especially no regard for the sport that employs.

He wants destruction and dominance, like a viciously rabid dog. And I made the mistake of limping into that dog's yard.

A smart man would have healed up from the head trauma, especially after risking it at War Games, and then confronted the rabid dog on more comfortable terrain. Brought a knife with him, instead of stumbling in...bloody and dazed...easy to pick off.

But I'm not a smart man. Well...at least not smart enough. Too willing to consider myself invincible, rather than a talented, mortal man.

Bravery in the line of battle is one thing, but stubbornness is another beast entirely. A little bit of stubbornness can make a good man great...but too much can make a great man chastened. I have been. Physically. Emotionally. Mentally. Even spiritually.

I looked into the eyes of evil and it smiled back at me with a cunning visage. Haunting my sleep. I should say, for accuracy's sake, that I looked into the eyes of evil twice. Once with The Machine. And once with a different kind of Evil.

A while back I came out, several times, and attacked Big Evil harshly. But I never attack people unfairly. At least I never want to do so, and if that person whom I attack changes or comes to me and tells me I've characterized them wrongly...well, then I'm willing to give them a chance to change the impression I have. I like to think of myself as a reasonable man most of the time.

So when I attacked Big Evil and the Internet lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, I was taken aback some. Why did me saying the truth cause so much fuss? Sure, I was harsh in my language, fierce in my condemnation...but no one ever refuted any of the main points I made. In fact, most people agreed with them. Yet, they thought it was too melodramatic. I was embellishing. Exaggerating to get myself over or make myself look all the rosier in comparison to the big, mean man.

Now, it seems strikingly prophetic. I have a sense about people. I'm not always right, but...it's kinda like when dogs and children go nuts around serial killers. There's a sense about these things. And while I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box, I'm a solid judge of character. The deepest, darkest stuff. The inward-most layer of a man. I have a tendency to sniff that out after I know someone for a little while.

Guys like Ryan Murdoch make it easy enough. You could have put Helen Keller in front of Ryan Murdoch and she'd get the heebie jeebies. He's not what you would call subtle. He exudes malevolence like an old steel factory exuded smoke. He does everything but wear a neon sign that says BEARDED DEMON OF HATRED AND VICE.

Big Evil, though? He was always a little lighter on his feet with his awfulness. The evil chess to Ryan Murdoch's evil checkers. A thinking man's Hell spawn, if you will.

Sure, the signs were there--an awful husband, a joke of a father, a tyrant whenever given the slightest mite of power and the attendant courtesans surrounding him. Sure, give an Evil a Title and he'll terrorize you for a month. But give an Evil some lackies and a clique and he'll terrorize you for a year.

But even after all of the obvious signs, there was this understated feeling around the federation and around the wrestling world that...by God...BIG EVIL WAS JUST MISUNDERSTOOD. Deep down, who he was wasn't the Big Evil of The Featured Attraction or the EWA redux. Heavens no. Big Evil was the guy we always wanted to cheer for, but the big ol' meanie always hid that lovable nougat interior from us because he thought we JUST WOULDN'T EXCEPT HIM.

But gosh...we wanted to, Biggie ol' buddy ol' pal...you just made it so difficult! We were always just waiting to EXPLODE in applause for you. When you "retired," when you popped out of that coffin to give mean ol' Murdoch and Gogz the what-for. When you took defeat nobly from Sex and Violence in the blockbuster FA/S&V Main Event...

THAT was the Big Evil that WAS. Not the opposite guy we had months and months of evidence to support. Not the degenerate lowlife that existed 75% of the time. No. Not at all.

The real Big Evil was the 25%. The General Manager to-be who fought his balls off against that wily, serpentine eXponent. The REAL bad guy. Big Evil fighting the good fight. For dignity. And honor. And the American Way.

The wrestling world strained to believe this, like a battered spouse. They could not, would not, believe their lyin' eyes.

Well, most of the wrestling world.

Fool me once, Big Evil, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

When you shook my hand after I beat you in that epic Title defense, I felt nothing. NOTHING. It was physically warm and emotionally as distant as anything I've ever felt. Your heart wasn't in it, because even then you wanted to crush me. And it killed you that you couldn't. But like any good sociopath, you could put on a good show for anyone watching. But not me. I felt the hatred even then. And I heard it, buzzing and ringing as my head felt like it was going to explode on Meltdown and I thought for a brief moment that I might die there lying on the cold steel...

...I heard you fire me and knew that it had been building since then.

A proud man. Thankful to be rid of the one man he could never, ever stop by himself. Thankfully, the job could be outsourced--intentionally or not, it doesn't even matter--to a stronger man. Not more brutal, just more convenient.

To the psychopath who could never hide his hate for me.

While the sociopath who could calmly and smugly fired me on live TV in front of millions at home.

One day, and God knows when, I will return with three names in the front of mind, and in the back of my mind, and in every other part of my mind.

1.) Yours
2.) Ryan Murdoch
3.) Whoever is the Champion of the greatest company in the world

And why not Murdoch's first...?

Because he's never pretended to be something he's not.

And to me, deception and betrayal are far greater sins than wrath.

One day, Big Evil, I will have to repent for the sin of wrath.
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Doctor Mendel: "So. Mrs. Kingman, your husband's doing a little better today. It's an incremental progress as of yet, which is good. His vitals have been stable for several days now, as you know, and the sensation is back fully in his legs and mostly back in his hands and digits. Once we get full sensation back everywhere, we'll make sure his vitals are still stable...and we'll move on to physical therapy."

Lucy: "How's his head? Brain?"

Doctor Mendel: "Brain scans were mostly positive. No major trauma to the memory portion of his brain, but we noted elevated activity in the portion that regulates aggression ..."
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Tick tock.
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I initially thought I read "Doctor Mengele" for a second, and lol'd heartily. I don't think it's any real shocker that your promos on Big Evil tend to be your best serious pieces, and this was in the same vein. I like THE LIST~ at the end, and I figure I should also say that the first part of this series was an interesting character study. I hope this continues forever until you come back, because this is ruling.

Also, obligatory plug for "This Night Has Opened My Eyes"
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You seem unhappy. I like that.

I'm so glad I killed you.

Seriously. If attempted murder and unemployment is what it takes to get you back to producing stuff of this quality, I'll do it every other month. Just epic stuff, the kind that gives me all kinds of ideas and upsets me greatly because there's no reasonable way I can respond to something that happened inside a character's mind.

Keep this up. Please.
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Fade into the lobby of the DC hospital. He doesn't belong here, and he knows it. Its probably a safe bet to say he doesn't even know why he's here. But for whatever reason, Josh Dean is in this hospital. Dressed in casual shorts and a blue cut off sleeves, Josh has a Get Well Soon card and his Tag Title along with him. He looks around at the doctors, nurses, and hospital staff running rampedly throughout, before spotting a receptionist desk placed along the back wall, just adjacent to the hallway leading toward the elevators. He walks up to the receptionist desk.

Receptionist: Hi, can I help you?

Dean: Yes, I need the room number for Alex Kingman.

The receptionist nods her head and turns her head to her computer screen.

Receptionist: Sir, Mr. Kingman is in room 4130.

Dean: Thank you.

Dean throws his title belt over his shoulder and walks toward the elevator. As he sits and waits for the elevator, he thinks of the past events that have transpired, and how he could explain his reasons for being there. The elevator reaches the ground floor. Josh gets inside the elevator and waits to go to his destination. He begins to think back to prior times.

Nemesis 2008: War Games.

Colossus trades furious punches back and forth with Johnny Karisma, before turning his attention to Big Evil, knocking him down with a big enziguri. Karisma comes back over and catches Colossus turning around with a big right hand. Karisma goes to whip Colossus into the ropes, but Colossus reverses and sends him into a SPEAR! from a waiting Josh Dean. Dean starts screaming at Colossus "That's how you do it!"


DING!

He has arrived at his destination. He's been there before. No not in this hospital, but in Colossus's situation. Going from being a top star to injured and unemployed is a hard feeling to stomach. With all of the animosity that Dean has had with Colossus, he didn't expect to be feel welcome. The door is cracked open. He pushes the door open and he sees the ex champion in the bed, hooked to a heart monitor, and an IV machine. Lucy, Colossus's wife is slumbering peacefully in the chair. She is awaken by the sound of the door. As she opens her eyes, she sees Josh standing in the doorway.

Lucy: What are you doing here? Hasn't this company put Alex through enough?

Dean: I'm gonna respond by asking one simple question. How many of Colossus's "friends" have shown up? If what you're worried that I'm gonna do something to him, let me put your mind at ease. I'm not gonna do anything to him. I leave my grudges in the arena, when my opponent knows what's coming. I'm here to check on him.

Lucy: I don't trust you, just so you know. Because of that God forsaken company you work for, Alex will never be the same! I know my husband, and I know that he will be hell bent on revenge against everyone. So pardon me if I'm not exactly gun-ho about having company.

Josh takes a seat in a chair next to the ex champ's bed. Lucy watches him very intently, still not trusting Dean's motives.[/b]

Dean: Look Lucy, I know you're mad, upset and frustrated just to name a few emotions. I can't change what Big Evil and Murdoch did. Believe me, they're not too high on my list of people to send Christmas cards to. But despite my persona on screen, I don't want to see anyone get hurt. Especially with Alex's passion for the sport.

Lucy: His passion will get him killed. He's a strong man, but I know what his pride will cause. And with me expecting in a few months, I don't want my baby's father to be confined to a wheelchair.

Dean: What's the diagnosis so far?

Lucy: It's a stinger. A bad one, but a stinger. I know he'll be back and ready to compete again. What I can't understand is why you're here? I figured you'd be one of the happiest people, knowing he got taken out.

Dean: Because I've been where Alex is. Injured and fired all in one swoop. I know what it feels like to have it all taken away. Could I, have a moment? Just to talk to him.

Lucy: He's drugged up pretty heavy right now, so he won't be much for coversation.

He let's out a slight chuckle.

Dean: Its fine. He needs to listen.

Lucy: You've got til I get back from the snack bar. If I come back and anything is out of place, you won't make it out of this hospital.

Lucy gets up and stretches. She puts her hand on her pregnant belly and kisses her husband on the forehead as she walks out of the room. Dean sits his title on the edge of the chair and scoots it up towards Colossus's bedside. He looks at the bed ridden ex champion.

Dean: This isn't a time for I told you so. Hell, this isn't a time for gloating. You and I have had our wars in the past, Alex. But despite the fact that I thought that you were too confident for your own good, or too proud to listen, something like this shouldn't happen to someone that has your passion for this business.

But now its time for you to listen. Well, judging by the state you're in right now, you have no choice now.

This is the exact thing I tried to warn you about three years ago. But you didn't want to listen then, and look at what it got you. You know Alex, you're a good wrestler. Shit you're one of the best that's ever come through here. But I hope you aren't that naïve when you wake up. Look, I've been where you're at right now. And when you wake up finally, you'll see how much it sucks. Sad reality of all of this is, Alex, even if you make it back it won't be the same. The longer you're out, the more corrupt the shit's gonna get.

And the fans that you so desperately tried to please, being Mr Righteous and all, they'll remember you for a day. But you'll never be as saint like as you've been percieved, because they've seen you're human. You couldn't vanquish the tank known as Ryan Murdoch. Another star that has been chosen will replace you. Then you'll end up like me, frustrated and generally pissed off. Its the part of this business I tried to warn you about, Alex. I know you'll recover, and I know you'll be back. But you should know what will happen. Maybe now you might listen. You've got a couple people that rely on you.

Lucy makes her way back into the room. She looks at Josh, which serves as his cue.

Lucy: Its time for you to leave. But thank you for stopping by. You know, Alex tells me about stories from the road. He'll tell me about Big Evil, Halo, eXponent, Murdoch, Gogz. But no matter who it is he's "fueding" with, he always mentions you. I don't know what that's about.

Dean gets up from his chair, grabbing his title belt and throwing it over his shoulder. He shrugs her shoulders as he walks over to Lucy and hands her the card he brought. He gives her a respectful nod and turns to walk out of the room. The scene fades with the IV's pumping meds into Colossus.
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Dude...why are you responding to every single person's promos like this? Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that you're promoing, but you are not feuding with any of these people. Colossus isn't even active right now and you kind of should have gotten his blessing before promoing all this much man.

Also, you submitted that promo 5 times, so I deleted four of them. Just letting you know.
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I totally didn't mean to post that like five times, but I was posting it from a cell phone. I didn't have the greatest service in the world, so I didn't know if it went through. I dunno man, just got inspired to write on this. I don't think I did anything out of line, and if I did I apologize. I just wanted to add on to it because it's a really good story.
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I eagerly await past told stories of Chain and Colossus. :)


This stuff is great man and it is also really awesome that you are still going to promo while taking a hopefully short vacation.
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Wounded Warrior, Part III

Setting: A beat-up little bar on the road somewhere, weeks back, well before the Nemesis PPV. Who knows the exact place. It's not a big city, but it's smaller than a town. Stuff's still a little hazy now anyway, so cut me some slack...

Dramatis Personae: Colossus and Chain. No wives. No other janitors. No BQWA personnel or superstars tagging along.


Chain: "Can I get you a vodka and pineapple juice, big man?"

Colossus: "Nahhh. My head's been giving me crap the last few weeks with all the bumps and shit I've been taking. Vodka and pineapple is only for happy occasions--not that the company of the International Champion isn't always a happy occasion. I'm gonna need something a little stronger."

Chain: "Now we're in Chain's wheelhouse. BARKEEP, two shots of Crown Royal, and keep them coming until I say stop."

Bartender: "A man who's come prepared to do some damage. Coming right up, sir."

Colossus, sighing: "I don't want to waste your time, Chain. I asked you here for a reason, and I'm a straightforward man."

Chain: "What's up...?"

Colossus, pounding his whiskey and finishing the shot: "There is almost certainly going to come a time, whether it's tomorrow, a month from now, two months from now, a year, whenever....there is almost certainly going to come a time when I need to take some time off...or when somebody forces me to take some time off."

Chain: "The baby, huh?"

Colossus: "I'm not talking about the baby, Chain. I'm talking about the people we work with."

Chain: "You're not exactly getting rag-dolled around the federation, Col."

Colossus: "You and I both know quite well that there are a lot of people who don't like me and who would do just about anything to take me out for as long as they could. I have avoided such treatment for quite a while now, but I doubt I can avoid it forever."

"I've had success, and with success comes a bullseye on one's back."

Chain, pounding his shot and smiling: "I don't know, man. You're a tough SOB. You got chucked off of a Scaffold and didn't miss much time at all..."

Colossus: "I was profoundly fortunate to land the way I did and even more fortunate that they carted me out before Halo or anyone else could finish the job."

"I'm a prudent man, Chain. I plan for the future. And I would be a fool not to factor in the possibility of real injury, a possibility that increases exponentially when you deal with the kind of people we deal with and have the kind of success I've been blessed to have."

Chain: "So what, Col...you want me to be a witness for your will or something? Jesus. You sure can take the life out of a room when you want to..."

Colossus: "Let's get fuckin' serious, Chain. For one second. Focus."

"You have tremendous gifts. Agility, striking skill, aerial prowess, absurd reserves of energy and stamina...and most importantly, a heart the size of an old Buick."

"You're also a decent person. Not decent as in average, decent as in good. As in kind. As in warmhearted and fair. You may be gruff and rough and tumble and all that horseshit, but you're a truly decent person."

"And make no mistake about it, friend...it is a trait in preciously short supply in our business."

Colossus knocks back another shot. Chain obliges him with another of his own.

Chain: "Damn. I'll make sure to get you as a character witness if that trial thing about Phenetic ever goes through..."

Colossus: "If what thing goes through...?"

For a moment, Chain smiles from ear to ear; soon after, he's back to serious mode again.

Chain: "Nothing, don't worry about it."

Colossus: "What I'm trying to say is, I always gravitated to you ever since you started in BQWA. People gossip in the back--'Oh, Colossus just wants to hold the new talent down by befriending them. Oh, Colossus is a phony, Colossus is this and that.' And it's nonsense. I gravitated to you because you were the rare mixture of decent person and terrific wrestler. Now...not at the beginning. At the beginning, you were all heart and no goddamn skill. Not an ounce. You fought and stayed alive based on instinct and the stubbornness of a pack mule. But after a while...you moved more smoothly, you put sequences together to fluster your opponent, you took to the air with grace and purpose, and you added a submission element to your skill set that has served you quite well so far."

"You went from a side-show...to the Main Event. And people didn't want to acknowledge that. They were too wedded to the idea that it was impossible to change. The Janitor was just a gimmick, never a threat."

"But I saw it developing. I had an inkling when I first met you that, hell, if you would just apply yourself at improving your in-ring skills....that plus the heart would take you a heck of a long way in this sport. And sure enough, you started kicking ass and beating people that in the weeks prior would have spun you inside out."

"People wanted to believe that because you were a decent person--hard-working as a janitor, respectful to others, always generous--you had to be a pushover in the ring."

"You proved them wrong, and you're going to keep proving people wrong because they're always going to underestimate you. Because the kind of people that hate us, Chain, those people are trapped by their lust for power...or for domination...or for deception...or by their own megalomania."

"And because they're trapped by those things, they will never, EVER give you the kind of credit you deserve. They will invent new ways to belittle you, they will talk behind your back, they will attack you from behind, and they will spit at you and mock you."

"But above all, they will never know how good you really are inside that ring. And that's going to be your secret weapon. Let them rant till they're blue in the face, Chain...and then beat them. Just beat them. Make them tap. Knock them out. Keep their shoulders on that mat for the count of 3."

"And then let them continue to make excuse after excuse about how you're a joke and a gimmick."

Colossus finishes his third and fourth shots of Crown Royal in quick succession, and then re-trains his gaze on a quiet Chain Reaction.

"What I'm trying to get at, Chain, is that if I'm gone...for whatever reason...keep being the decent person I've come to know. Don't ever be like Big Evil and try to hide from the crowd what you really are. He does such a poor job at masking his true side that it's started to embarrass me when he cuts promos to convince us all that he's a changed man. He's not. And I hope you won't be."

"And don't just be a decent man. Be a fucking Champion. You are one now, and by God, you're going to be one in the future. Never forget that. I know a little bit about winning gold, and you have IT. I can't define IT, but I know the damn thing when I see it. Don't you dare let anyone tell you otherwise."

Chain pauses for a bit in the silence, now that Colossus has stopped talking and has proceeded to knock back his fifth shot of Crown Royal. That head must hurt something awful.

Chain: "I...I don't know what to say, man. That was really nice of you."

Colossus: "You can say that you're picking up the tab."

Chain: "Cheap bastard."

Colossus: "I have a baby on the way, and plus...you get Champion's bonus pay in your checks, so shaddup."

Chain: "I'm actually kind of insulted that you're still making good points when you're drunk."

Colossus: "I'm part Irish. It's our gift and our curse."

Chain, tossing some bills and a generous tip to the barkeep: "I figured you were part Irish when you got sunburned walking from your car to the hotel in Orlando."

Colossus: "That's a gross exaggeration and a slander, you koala-fucker."

Chain: "Go eat some potatoes, ya Mick."

Fade out to a taxi ride and numerous unmentionable ethnic slurs.
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Setting is a few years ago, back when The Fusion Four were seen as the NXT...I mean...next big thing. Young guns, and possible new faces of the BQWA franchise: Blade Stonewall, Josh Calloway, Colossus, and Phenetic. The men didn't know each other all that well yet, but they had seen each other at some get-togethers before.

All four men are at a roaring party, the night before Meltdown, having a blast. Music pumping, dancing, lovely ladies...the works.


Phenetic: "Man, Col...this is gonna be sick. Meltdown is ours now. That's all there is to it."

Colossus, sipping on something: "Maybe. Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. There are some tough dudes in this company."

Blade Stonewall: "But none tougher than us. Once we blow through these old geezers on the roster it's gonna be new blood, new men holding all that gold, and new names on the billboards and marquees."

Colossus: "I'd just rather we actually make an impact first before we start running off at the mouth about how we're gonna sell out Madison Square Garden."

Blade: "Maybe YOU'RE worried about making an impact, big guy, but I...I'M not."

Blade pokes Colossus unnecessarily hard on his nice shirt and then proceeds to grab a bottle of whiskey and a couple of broads.

Colossus, muttering: "New shirt and all, but hey...poke away, jackass."

Phenetic: "Now it's time for a little pick-me-up before Meltdown."

The young athlete grabs a bag of white powder, much to the delight of the party girls beside him. They flash sexy stares at him and begin rubbing him near his manly parts in anticipation of free coke. Phenetic's eyes light up like Ford's at an All-You-Can-Murder free range buffet.

Phenetic: "You down for a little pick-me-up, Col?"

Colossus smiles a little to himself and then shakes his head as he finishes his drink.

Colossus: "It's not exactly a pick-me-up, Phen. It's cocaine. What the hell do you need a jolt for at a party this nice?"

Phenetic, laughing: "I didn't know you did part-time work with DARE, Col. Lighten the fuck up."

Colossus: "Yeah, it's just...you say words as if they have no meaning. Comic books are a pick-me-up. The barking of puppies is a pick-me-up. A back massage from a hot chick is a pick-me-up. Cocaine is cocaine. It's short-term, it fucks with your body, and it's expensive to boot. Especially on a rookie salary."

Phenetic: "You're like a more annoying version of my mom, I swear to God. Every time I wanna have a little fun, you yap and yap."

Colossus: "Why do you need coke to have a little fun? Why don't you just get a personality...?"

The chatter dies down some, as Phenetic looks somewhere between fake playing-it-off and furious.

Phenetic: "Not all of us can suck Management's dick just right, Col."

Colossus: "That's cute. But you probably wouldn't have the follow-through to do that right either. Learn some self-control and then shit-talk me, k?"

Phenetic, standing up now: "Hey BUZZKILL. Maybe if you weren't such an uptight pussy, you'd get laid by your little redhead girlfriend every once in a while and win some matches."

Josh Calloway: "Guys, maybe you should calm down so..."

Colossus: "Shut the fuck up, Josh."

"As for your trenchant insight, Phen, I can promise you that I'll win more matches than you down the road. And why is that? Because you're a slave right now. Not to wrestling, and certainly not to improving yourself...but to that little 'pick-me-up.' And you can't serve two masters, buddy. It's the coke or the wrestling. And as much talent as you have, it's gonna be awful fucking tragic if you pick the former and not the latter."

Phenetic: "You're right, Col. I'll just drop everything and be perfect like lil' ol' you. The knight in shining armor. The one who all the little marks giggle and clap for like idiots."

Colossus: "Ever since I've known you, you've been like this. Unable to see beyond black and white, all the one or all the other. You can't comprehend that I might be trying to help you. That I don't want perfection. I'd settle for the avoidance of catastrophic vice."

"It's like if you were a blacksmith, Phen. I'm not asking you to be the world's greatest blacksmith. I'm just asking you not to drop the fucking anvil on your foot. Because you can be an awful good blacksmith. You've got the mind and the body for it. But you just keep dropping that anvil on your foot instead of focusing on normal blacksmith stuff. And the worst part? You call it a pick-me-up. It's not. It's an anvil. There's a difference. Words mean things. Actions mean things."

"Pick your master, Phen. No one else can do it for you. Not sexy ladies, not your girlfriend, not anyone else on the roster, nobody..."

Colossus walks out of the room and heads back toward his own hotel room to get a decent night's sleep.

Phenetic, shaking his head and trying to get back to enjoying himself: "Trust me, ladies. He won't be running his mouth when I beat him from ring post to ring post. He always thinks he's better than people. Believe that."

Phenetic happily takes a shot of Jack offered him by a beautiful brunette. Downing it, he swiftly ducks down to do a line.

There was an airy grace in the whole movement, booze to coke to smile to laughter.


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In his hotel room, Colossus slips into a pair of comfy slippers and lounge attire. It's surprisingly difficult to get lounge-wear that fits correctly on a 6'7, 260 pound frame...but his tailor had done so. As the big man turned on his TV to ESPN--he needed to catch up on Wizards' highlights--he grabbed his cellphone and dialed a number. After a few moments, he mutes the TV.

"Hey, gorgeous. No...no, I had a great day. How was work?"

"...I told you, those kids will keep on pushing you until they know you mean business in the classroom. I need to come in one day and put the fear of God into them, suplex one of them through a desk or something. No...no, I know they're good kids. Well, most of them. DeAndre is kind of a dick. SORRY. I know...language."

12 and one-half minutes of chatter and small-talk later...

"...okay, love you to, Lucy. Bye."

Colossus, having seen what score he needed to see on ESPN, turns off the TV and turns on his nightstand light...before grabbing something from his nearby duffel bag.

....................

"Yeah. That's the stuff. Nothin' better."

Colossus inhales deeply..............

"...fuckin' Macbeth. Get a better wife, dude, jeez..."

Fade out.




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Dude this shit is absolutely unreal. I'm really loving it and I'm glad that although Col isn't going to be part of the shows for the moment we still get to see this outstanding stuff put out. The Chain/Col part I took as a massive compliment, cheers dude. I'm never certain on what I'm doing and to get a promo like that kind of lets me feel I'm heading in the right direction with the ole janitor character.
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Wounded Warrior, Part V

It's several months back, when Colossus was at the top of his game as Heavyweight Champion of the World--having beaten eXponent to take back his gold. We find ourselves at a big ol' BQWA autograph signing show/fan meet-and-greet.

Simon Swinger is still somewhat of a prick, but has become more likable over time. His line of fans, like Colossus', is considerable.


Simon Swinger (SS): "Hey, Col...this might be the first one of these where your line isn't around the block. Maybe the third time's not the charm, huh?"

Simon points to Colossus' Big Gold Belt and smiles, before signing some young kids' Simon Swinger shirts that read: "Swinger?!? I Hardly Knew Her!"

Colossus: "Yes, Simon. People do seem to love flashy novelties."

The Champ points to Simon's sizable line before Colossus signs an awesome poster for a teenager that shows the Champ with his trademark shades and the Heavyweight Title and reads--"Colossus: Where He's Going, He Won't Need Rhodes..."

It is unclear whether or not the BQWA has been sued yet by the producers of Back to the Future.


SS: "Yeah, you're right, Col...being a dominant two-time Tag Team Champion just screams novelty act."

Simon tosses his Tag Team Belt over his shoulder and polishes off the remaining contents of his Vanilla Coke can. If someone can possibly down a Vanilla Coke in anger or spite, this is such an example.

Colossus: "I'm sure the kids flocked here today in the rain to see 1/2 of the Tag Team Champions. How's that dinosaur of yours doing, by the by?"

SS: "He's probably as sick of the same ol' shit in the Main Event scene as everyone else is, I'd guess."

Colossus: "Language, Simon. There are kids here."

SS: "Well, I figure if they're still dumb enough to root for you, they're probably dumb enough to forget a swear word or two."

Colossus finishes autographing someone's Colossus hat and then stands up from his chair.

Colossus: "Do we need to take this somewhere private?"

Simon drops his Sharpie pen and stands up to look Colossus in the eye. He gets a foot or two away from the big man.

SS: "Well why waste the steps? We can settle this right here and I can show all of these people how I'm flat out better than you."

Colossus, shortening the distance between the two men: "Simon, if you wanna jump, then as Van Halen says...might as well jump."

The gathered crowd has started buzzing as autograph seekers freeze in line in trepidation of a possible brawl between two of their favorites. Someone in the audience shouts, "WRECK HIM, SIMON!" Another, perhaps younger, voice shouts back: "LAY HIM OUT, COLOSSUS!"

The two superstars lower their voices as they half-growl at each other.


SS, nearly nose to nose now (or nose to chin, given the height difference): "I respect you, big man, but you need to back the hell off and realize that you're not immortal. Or unbeatable."

Colossus: "And you need to stop being so goddamn cutesy and hilarious and focus on bigger things. You got too much talent to prance around and joke all fucking day, Simon."

Simon backs off a step or two, as does Colossus. Neither man breaks his glare on the other.

As some in the audience boo at the lack of a fight, Simon grins and responds loudly.


SS: "I don't fight for free. You wanna see Swinger vs. Colossus, that's gonna cost you pay per view money, folks..."

Colossus shakes his head and smiles for a moment. Reaching into a nearby cooler, he grabs himself a few small cans of Dole pineapple juice and a fresh new Vanilla Coke. Craftily, he shakes the Coke can up a bit before getting Simon's attention and sliding the Coke across the table.

Colossus: "You looked thirsty. To future greatness!"

Simon shrugs his shoulders and grabs the Coke can. As Colossus toasts him through the air with his pineapple juice can, Simon does the same. He then proceeds to pop the top on the Coke and have it spray all over his nice shirt/pants combo.

As the crowd and Colossus laugh at the Tag Team Champion, Colossus joins the fun by smacking the two Dole cans together like a tropical Stone Cold Steve Austin. As he downs the smacked-together juices, they too spray on the World Heavyweight Champion as the crowd laughs and whoops it up.

A few minutes later, autographs and fan interaction continues apace.

Here's to future greatness.


Fade out.
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i love you, that was fantastic, you got me perfectly. Keep up the amazing work. One of these episodes, I'm hoping for one of the amazing Colossus/Chain/Bayside Tigers gatherings, since those were/are so so so so so much fun to write and/or read.
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To Wit: A Musical Exploration of Andy Chills and Simon Swinger from Olden Times; Plus, Time Travel and Questions Left Unanswered

Our setting is eventually somewhat...familiar. But this is a few hours before.

Colossus: "I'm just telling you that it's probably not a great idea to go to bars you may or may not know about when you're already a little hammered."

Andy Chills: "Don't fuckin' insult me, bigshot. I know what I'm doing! I ALWAYS DO! I am Andy FRIGGING Chills!"

Simon Swinger: "When he gets like this, you just have to contain him rather than try to stop him. You know, like the Gulf oil spill!"

Chain Reaction: "What the hell are you talking about, a spill...?"

Simon Swinger: "Oh...nothing, nothing. I certainly don't have the power to look into the future or anything."

Colossus, not even paying attention: "You'll thank me later after you go home and get a nice night's rest, Andy. I'm telling ya. It'll do you some good. No need to bar crawl...or in your case, bar stagger."

Andy Chills: "I'm gonna have the greatest night of my life. You'll see, Colossus. YOU'LL ALL SEE."

Andy laughs, part uproariously/part insanely. Simon helps him out of his chair so that he doesn't trip over his own feet.

Simon Swinger: "I should probably keep an eye on him. You let this guy out of your sight for half a minute and he'll turn on you like General McChrystal."

Colossus: "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Simon: "Nothing. Nothing at all."

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A familiar setting indeed. A bar where not all is as it seems. We take you now...to a description of that night different than the prose you were given by Simon Swinger. A description from the heart and souls of the Muses themselves.

Andy Chills, pointing to his new friend: "I met her in a club down in old Soho...where you drink champagne, and it tastes just like Vanilla Cola..."

Simon Swinger: "C-O-L-A, cola...?"

Andy Chills, drunkenly downing another shot of whatever rocket fuel he's been drinking: "She walked up to me and she asked me to dance...I asked her name, and in a dark brown voice she said: 'Lola.'"

Simon Swinger: "L-O-L-A, Lola?"

Andy Chills, twirling his husky dance partner: "Lo lo lo, Lola."

Andy Chills, pulling in closer to his...friend: "Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy...But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine."

Colossus, trying to sleep at his hotel room, suddenly flashes forward mentally to a Chamber and a massive bear hug from a massive Andy Chills. This turns into a spinebuster, as the big man arches his back uncomfortably--as though it were a once and future pain.

Andy Chills, falling in drunken love: "Oh my Lola, lo lo lo Lola."

Andy Chills, twirling his beau: "Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand/Why she walks like a woman and talks like a man..."

Simon Swinger, to no avail: "CUZ SHE'S A TRANNY, YOU DRUNK."

Andy Chills, carefree and oblivious: "Oh my Lola--lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola..."

Andy Chills, buying his beau expensive drinks and dancing, montage-style in slow motion: "Well, we drank champagne and danced all night/Under electric candlelight..."

Now, Lola grasps Andy firmly and pulls 1/2 of the Bayside Tigers in closely. Andy continues narrating with besotted glee.

Andy Chills: "She picked me up and sat me on her knee,
She said, 'Little boy won't you come home with me?'"

Simon calmly undoes his casual elbow pads--a classy black ensemble that matched with any bar-hopping outfit a man could wear--in case he has to start going AmDrag on an overzealous transvestite. He takes a few steps toward Andy...but Sir Chillington may have glimpsed a moment of sobriety in the hours of sopping drunkenness.

Andy Chills, passionately: "Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy/But when I looked in her eyes, well I almost fell for my Lola..."

"Lo lo lo Lola, lo lo lo Lola."

Andy slurs this phrase a few more times, as it begins to dawn on him what kind of establishment he's in and with whom he might be conversing/flirting.

Andy, narrating in real-time: "I pushed her away. I walked to the door...
I fell to the floor. I got down on my knees..."

The camera pans over to Simon, almost as if to Jim Halpert of The Office.

Simon Swinger: "No, not touchin' it."

Andy Chills: "I looked at her, and she at me."

Lola sadly stares at Andy Chills, as Chills stares back. Andy begins singing more quietly now...

Andy Chills: "Well that's the way that I want it to stay. I always want it to be that way for my Lola."

"Lo lo lo Lola."

Out of nowhere, Chain joins Andy for a magnificent mini-duet. This Aussie degenerate had apparently followed The Bayside Tigers to make sure nothing bad transpired...

Andy/Chain: "Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls./It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world, except for Lola."

Andy/Chain: "Lo lo lo Lola. Lo lo lo Lola."

Andy, solo: "Well I left home just a week before,
and I never ever kissed a woman before..."

Simon Swinger: "Absolutely true."

Andy Chills: "Lola smiled and took me by the hand...she said: 'Little boy, gonna make you a man."

Simon Swinger steps in, closer to the fray, as the situation has clearly escalated.

Andy Chills, panicking now: "Well I'm not the world's most masculine man,
but I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man..."

"...and so is Lola."

"Lo lo lo Lola. Lo lo lo Lola."

This phrase is repeatedly shouted by Andy, as he and Simon begin fighting their way out of/through a bar of trannies angry that their favorite son has been led on and then besmirched by a couple of pipsqueaks.

At the end of this, Andy lights the entire bar on fire. Or something like that.

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Maryanne Kingman: "So, Grandpa Alex...are you saying that Mr. Chills ended up taking steroids and becoming a scary bad man because of a poor encounter with a transves-ta-mite?"

Wise Greybeard Colossus: "I'm saying that no one can prove that it didn't happen that way. And in America, that's all you need to avoid a slander case."

Colossus high-fives his granddaughter as we freeze-frame on the shot and then star wipe away through time and space.



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Wounded Warrior, Part VII

Head physical therapist, Brenda Ricks: "Physically, Mrs. Kingman, he's healing at a rather extraordinary rate. His natural fitness is one thing, but it really is quite rapid--and promising--the rate at which he's mending. I've talked with his doctor, and he confirms that the follow-up X-rays have been superb."

"And as you know, Alex has been attacking his physical therapy with what I would call a...fervent...dedication."

We see Colossus in the background, silently doing drills with his trainer and sweating profusely.

Lucy scratches her forehead and pulls the main therapist aside for a more private chat.


Lucy Kingman, very pregnant at this point: "How would you say his...uhh...mental status is?"

Brenda Ricks: "Well, Mrs. Kingman, I'm a PT specialist...not a mental health expert. But, uhh...your husband seems quite focused on his recovery. He's been pretty quiet throughout the therapy process, but for our more athletic clients that's not particularly odd. They're driven to do well, to heal, quickly...and more willing to go through the often intense pain associated with more rapid recovery."

Lucy: "So you think he's ok?"

Brenda Ricks: "I don't know what OK means necessarily, but physically, your husband is doing much better than when he first came to me--so yes, I'd say he's ok."

Lucy sighs and shakes her head.

Brenda Ricks: "I'm not really sure what you want to hear or what you want me to say, Mrs. Kingman. Your husband has been either kind or indifferent to our PT staff, me included, since he got here. He's said maybe 100 words in 3 weeks. I'm here to make sure his muscles heal properly so that he can walk like a normal human being and move his neck more than than 30 degrees at a time. THAT'S...my job. Not to play amateur psychologist for whatever reason. I take care of the outside--if you want a glimpse into the inside, find a shrink or ask him yourself."

Lucy is quiet.

Brenda Ricks: "That was overly harsh, and I apologize. We've had a long week here and I've been working double shifts for the past few days. Again, I'm sorry. I just don't want to pretend to know something I don't and get your hopes up one way or the other."

Lucy: "I understand. Will Alex be done soon?"

Brenda Ricks: "His first evening session is just about over, so yes. He's got his dinner break in about 2 or 3 minutes."

Lucy: "Thanks. One last question..."

BR: "Yes?"

Lucy: "When will he be cleared to leave PT and begin a more...active...routine?"

BR: "You mean, when will we clear him to wrestle again?"

Lucy: "Guilty as charged."

BR: "I don't know the exact timetable, due to his desire for multiple sessions over the daily norm and clean X-rays, but if I was a betting woman...I'd say sooner is a much, much safer bet than later. Once his muscles get that final limberness and flexibility back, it's going to be a rapid transition from PT patient to your husband being more physically fit than the PT guys leading the drills. But I can't say preCISELY when that will be."

Lucy: "Okay."

In the background, we see Colossus toweling off and taking a deep swig of water. The PT people give a nice strong massage to his neck muscles as the big man winces. His wife walks over to him and smiles.

Lucy: "I hear that it's time for a certain someone's dinner break."

Colossus is still kind of zoned out from the exercise, fatigue, and pain.

Lucy, sing-songy: "There's a Checkersssss nearbyyyyyyy..."

"...chocolate milkshakes and tasty friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies. You put the second one in the first one for salllllllty goodnessssss!"

Lucy's sexy pregnant self is already salivating at the taste, and her husband smiles to see her so happy.

Colossus: "Well let's go, then. Those fries aren't going to dip THEMSELVES in chocolate."

Lucy: "THAT'S my boy."

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A local Checkers establishment in Maryland--the State that's a second home for Colossus and his wife. Checkers is like Sonic, except there are actually more than one of them in Maryland. As a side-note for pregnant Lucy, it was rumored that she would literally strangle a baby polar bear for an In & Out Burger on the East Coast. And to seal the deal, Colossus would probably slap a Triangle Choke on the momma bear.

Lucy, after devouring her fries and shake like the cure for cancer is at the bottom: "So...Brenda tells me you're doing really well."

Colossus, haphazardly chewing on a burger and some fries: "That's what they say."

Lucy: "Baby, you know that you can talk to me, right? Always. Not some of the time, not just when I'm less hormonal...ALWAYS."

Colossus: "I know, sweetheart."

Lucy: "I...I have to ask you something, babe, and it's only because I love you."

Colossus: "Yeah?"

Lucy: "If...I mean...when you decide you're ready to go back...to work...are you going back to show people that you're the best at what you do? Or..."

Colossus: "Or what?"

Lucy: "Nothing, it's nothing. I know you're going back to make everyone in the stands happy and all the kids at home."

Lucy smiles and grabs a few of her husband's fries from his bag. Pregnant spouse's prerogative.

Colossus: "But you're smart enough to know it's not just that, I'm sure."

Lucy's smile turns into a half-frown, and then a somewhat dejected look.

Lucy: "Yeah...I know."

A nice long pause. Just munching fries.

Lucy: "I know you're not watching the shows or anything while you're out, but...uhhh...the other night, the last Meltdown...Big Evil beat up Johnny Karisma, Gogz, and Ryan Murdoch with the help of eXponent and Andy. It seemed like those three were working together."

"Plus, Big said something about wanting to work with Halo if he beat Simon at the PPV thingy coming up."

Another pause.

Colossus: "That sounds about right. He's trying to get the band back together."

Lucy: "What band?"

Colossus: "Not an actual band, but...he always needs people around him to buff the ego and guard the flanks. Featured Attraction, EWA, now this. 2 points make a line, and 3 make a pattern.

Colossus wipes his face with a napkin and tosses his big cup of water into the trash. Swish.

Colossus: "You know that I'm not just coming back to work to win the Title, or entertain people. I married you because you're incredible and smart and beautiful. And you know full well that I can't let people like...him...ruin everything I've ever loved about the sport I'm good at."

Lucy, quietly: "I know."

Colossus: "Can I have you promise me just one thing, Lu?"

Lucy: "Yeah."

Colossus: "When I go back to work...I need you to promise me you're not going to watch the shows anymore. Or the pay per views. Until...until I've done what I need to do."

Lucy: "It's your livelihood, Alex. I can't promise that. I always watch."

Colossus, calmly: "I don't want what you're going to see to be your opinion of who I am as a person."

Lucy, calmly: "What...exactly...are you going to do?"

Colossus: "I don't know, exactly, yet. But I do know that I won't want you to watch it."

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Wounded Warrior, Part VIII

There is strength in numbers.

Trust your friends.

You can't do big things alone.

Alliances are a tricky but necessary business.

He's too strong now.


................

Bullshit.

I'm tired of one man dictating the environment in which I worked and had some of the best times of my life.

I'm tired of one man groping about for others to share in his habitual lunges for power and brutality and relevance.

I'm tired of one man tearing away the spotlight from our company's Champions and shining it down on his arrogant, preening face.

And I'm sure as fuck tired of rounding up the posse every time this one man clods and stomps his way through this company like a dumb, drunken elephant, mowing down everyone in his path who doesn't jump out of the way or cower in his wake. I'm tired of getting the posse together with our guns and chasing the dumb ol' elephant out of the village square after he's knocked over houses and crashed through businesses' walls. And to make matters worse, usually the dumb, drunken elephant has a whole herd of elephants behind him--ones that you would think knew better, but, sadly, stomp senselessly behind the lead beast and blow their horns as loud as they can.

So for once, I'm going to leave the posse in their beds...get up extra early myself...and go elephant hunting.

And I'll pray I get them before they stomp on me.
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Wounded Warrior: Conclusion

Time: Approximately 22 minutes after the end of Revenge

We see Colossus back at home now, no longer at his recovery/physical therapy spot. The big man is doing a bunch of different upper body and neck stretches, punctuated by some sprints across his home gym and even some hurdle-jumping. At the end of this cycle, Colossus sprints toward a heavy bag, commando rolls to a point roughly a foot away from it, pops up, and begins striking the bag rapidly with a variety of combination blows.

If you didn't know he was a wrestler, you could swear he was either a really tall track and field athlete, or some sort of non-Asian ninja. His long, lean muscles and powerful legs cut a striking figure...even from a distance...and his agility was almost poetic for a guy his size.

But the poetry is interrupted by a visitor.


Lucy: "Baby...you told me you wanted a rundown of the show after it was over. Is this a good time?"

Colossus, firing off a vicious right roundhouse kick into the bag: "Yeah, it's a great time."

Lucy: "So, uhhh..."

Colossus: "What's up, sweetheart?

Lucy: "Well, I took some notes, but it's not particularly...uplifting."

Colossus: "I would have been deeply shocked if it had been."

Lucy raises her Wonder Woman-emblazoned notepad and clears her throat to begin reading.

Colossus: "That's gotta be the most absurdly adorable thing I've ever seen."

Lucy: "My mother said that a lady is often judged by the content of her character and the quality of her stationery."

Colossus: "Did she really?"

Lucy: "No, but it sounds VERY intelligent."

"But to the matter at hand."

"Jimmy Carwin with a surprise pin on Nick Fury."

Colossus: "Huh. That's the newer kid and the new-older guy, correct?"

Lucy: "Yup yup."

"Thennnn, Dash Hazard beat Chuck Grimes to retain his Title."

Colossus: "Did Johnny Ka$h douche it up at any point before, during, or after?"

Lucy: "DING, DING, DING! My baby's a smart cookie."

Colossus: "Fuck that guy. He stole my leading part in 'Dreams and Shit' just because he has a square jaw and would work for 1/37th my asking price.

Lucy rolls her eyes and continues moving down her list.

Lucy: "The new guy, Shane Phillips, LAID DOWN for Whacko in his retirement match after talking with Big Evil and Big Evil coming down to ringside."

Colossus: "A kid just beginning in a new company lays down for someone in his biggest match at the new company...? Huh. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was asked very nicely to do that."

Colossus fires off a few more left-right combos into the heavy bag, working the middle of the bag and then floating to hook combos on the "head" area.

Lucy: "Cancer Storm was supposed to face A+ and his partner, who turned out to be Kid Disturbed, but Dean and Storm beat up Kid awful bad before the match."

Colossus: "I'm guessing Plus went out there anyway, right? Gave it the ol' college try but eventually got his ass kicked six ways to Sunday?"

Lucy: "Uhhh, yeah. It was later in the show, but yeah. How'd you know?"

Colossus, smiling wryly: "It's what I would have done."

The big man fires off some high knees, from a standing position, to the "gut" of the bag, and follows that up with some massive forearm shots to the "head."

Lucy: "That's comforting to know. Well, uhhh, before the Plus match there was Phenetic vs. Johnny Karisma."

Colossus: "And Johnny made him tap, yeah, okay. Blah blah blah, go on to the next one."

Lucy: "Actually, no..."

Colossus, laughing: "What, did Johnny knock him the fuck out?"

Lucy: "Phenetic got the pin. Big came down to the ring, but he never entered or hit Johnny with anything. Phenetic took advantage and throat-hurt him on the ropes, and then hit that jumping spike thing."

Colossus, trying not to laugh: "He 'throat-hurt' him?"

Lucy, furrowing her brow: "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!"

Colossus: "Easy now, cute pregnant lady. You know what, though, good for Phen. It's about time he stepped up and applied himself to something beside stalking and drug abuse."

Lucy: "I'll overlook your sauciness for NOW. ON TO THE NEXT MATCH. Andy Chills vs. Ryan Murdoch."

"...and may I say that Andy is looking VERY buff these days! He must be lifting his weights and drinking his protein shakes regularly. But I could do without him bedazzling things."

Colossus: "Yesssss...exactly...those two things. And nothing moreWAIT...Bedazzling things?!?"

Lucy: "His glasses and other things, it's very silly."

Colossus: "I don't even wanna know. Did he beat Murdoch?"

Lucy: "It was tough for me to watch this one. Ugly stuff. They beat each other up a lot, and then they did it some more, and then Ryan just wouldn't stay down even though Andy kept hitting him with things and moves and such."

"I know that he hurt you and you'll want to prove you're tougher than him, but Ryan looked like a mixture of a Terminator and Locutus of Borg out there against Andy. He just wouldn't stay down."

Colossus: "Even when you depress me, you're unbelievably sexy and nerdy."

"...but I already knew not to try and trade bombs with the Cyborg. The real angle is in making him tap. You can batter certain tanks with just about anything and they won't fold, but...you hit them in one particular spot and BOOM. Up they go."

Looking down at her stationery, Lucy doesn't see the smile curling on her husband's lips.

Lucy: "I still don't like it. He's mean. But, uhhhh, then we had the A+ match against Cancer Storm. Which...you knew he lost. And that was that."

Colossus: "Cool."

Colossus goes back to hammering the bag, this time with open palm strikes. He mixes it up after about 30 or 40 strikes to backhand palm strikes, Million Chops-style. As Lucy is almost out of the room, Colossus pauses his Chops and wheels around.

Colossus: "Lu Lu, WAIT."

Lucy, turning around sheepishly: "Yeah, babe?"

Colossus: "Plus vs. Dean and Storm was the Main Event...? Where was Halo? Or Simon? And for that matter, did Chain wrestle?"

Lucy: "Uhhmmm, I'm not sure. I might have stepped out to go to the bathroom."

Colossus, sternly: "Simon's the World Champion. There's no way you stepped out to piss for an entire Main Event, which I'm about 99% positive he was in. And not even Big Evil is stupid or spiteful enough not to book Chain on a PPV."

Lucy, realizing she's not a very good liar: "Ohhhh, yeah, Chain! He did have a match earlier with, uhhh....with Greg."

Colossus: "Okay, so...what of it?"

Lucy: "Greg...beat him, and...uhhh...Chain's wife...ran...away...with Greg. After...stabbing Chain in the eye...with...her heel."

"It seemed to be premeditated."

Colossus, catching his breath from the training, proceeds to sit down and lean his back against the heavy bag. The former World's Champion hangs his head, and there is a terribly awkward pause.


Colossus: "That sucks. A lot. And...I'm going to give Chain a call in a couple of days after he's, hopefully, cooled down a little bit."

Lucy: "That would be very nice."

"...as for the Main Event, I did catch that I guess...uhhh, it was Simon vs. Halo for the World Title."

"Great match, lots of holds and counter-holds."

Colossus: "Simon retained, right?"

Lucy: "Uhmmmm, I'm not sure. Halo didn't win, but...Simon apparently didn't either."

Colossus, exasperated: "What the fuck does that even mean?"

Lucy: "Simon put the Triangle Choke on Halo, and Halo passed out. Simon gets the applause, and they said he won, but then, uhhh..."

Colossus: "He fuckin' wouldn't."

Lucy looks down at her shoes quietly. Well, TOWARD her shoes. Her baby belly doesn't make unimpeded views easy.

Colossus: "Even he knows how fuckin' important that Title is to this company, its history...its future. He held the damn thing for 10 months....he wouldn't fuck around with the Big Gold Belt at a pay-per-view because of a personal vendetta."

Lucy, softly: "Big said that the hold was illegal and that he was declaring the Title vacant because there was, quote, '...no man in the ring worthy of holding this title at the end of that match.'"

Colossus is completely silent, head down, and Lucy says nothing after the word "match."

Lucy, after a long pause: "That was the end of the show. I'm going to go make us a later dinner, sweetpea."

She shuffles out of the room as Colossus maintains his absolute silence.

After a few interminable minutes, Colossus steps up, stiffly, the color sucked from his face and the will to continue rocking the heavy bag drained.

Colossus, whispering to himself: "He needs to go."



"For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In complement extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at. I am not what I am."


Fade out.
Edited by BrahmaBull10, Aug 19 2010, 12:21 AM.
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Fucking brilliant, I love how this is pretty much your character's reaction to the new shit going on in BQWA since he's been gone and pretty much your feedback on Revenge as well haha. Lucy and Colossus' dialog sounds actually legit which is hard to pull off, and you two sound like a real couple.
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