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| Frustration and Apathy... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 1 2007, 06:29 AM (152 Views) | |
| Reese | Jun 1 2007, 06:29 AM Post #1 |
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Self-Proclaimed Submission Master
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We open up in a bar of sorts. Michael Reese is sitting at the counter, with Fuzzi on one side (still in a protective facemask), and Katsy on the other. Fuzzi is playing with some peanuts, while Katsy is turned and staring at Mick. Reese, however, appears absorbed in his drink. Eyes down at the counter, rolling the small glass on it's rounded end. Watching. Katsy: "What are you doing? You haven't drank in almost four months! Why have you suddenly started again?!" She waits for a response from her friend... but he does nothing more than roll the glass, staring at it. It still appears to be full, and he almost seems to be contemplating its consumption. Katsy: "You were happy before you came back to POW. A bit of a pesimist at times, but mostly in a good mood. But ever since you came back... you've barely said anything, and the things you have said have been quite unlike you." Fuzzi nods his head in agreement, but doesn't change his focus from his two peanuts. He doesn't look to be having a very good time, just simply using the peanuts as a way to keep him occupied. Reese still doesn't respond or alter his motions at all. Katsy: "Gawd damn, one would think you where bipolar if they didn't know better..." The glass continues to slide along its rounded bottom, with Michael's hand guiding it. Still no reaction. Katsy: "But instead, they just think you're a punk, ass, washed-up, emo, Has-Been!" All motion stops. The bartender looks away from cleaning his mugs, Fuzzi drops his peanuts, the other patrons stop their conversations, and the glass finally stops rolling.... Everyone waits for Reese's response. Katsy: "I'm sorry, Mick, but it's true. No one will ever take you seriously again, unless you show that same drive that you used to. That same confidence. Until that happens again, you're nothing." Most of the bar still has their attention fixed on Reese, who still stares at the glass in his hand, motionless. Fuzzi is paying full attention to the one-sided conversation. Katsy: "Do you want me to baby you since you got your ass kicked? Do you want everyone to forget about it? Like it never happened? Like you're still yet to make your return? Well, I'm sorry, hun, but that's not gonna happen. You came back... and lost. You got knocked out. You got injured. You got put back on the shelf. You just simply weren't good enough....." Reese takes in a breath, almost as if he plans to say something back.... Almost. But he doesn't. Katsy sighs. Katsy: "No. I take it back. It's not that you weren't good enough.... It's that you aren't good enough." Fuzzi stares at Katsy blankly, almost as if to tell her to have at least SOME sympathy... but she ignores him. Completely focused on the former champ. Reese is as still as a statue. Katsy: "You are a Has-Been. An old man with nothing left of his glory days but dreams. A man who once rivaled great men like Golgotha, Nightmare, and Venom. A man who once dominated whatever match he battled in. A man who once stood strong where others may have backed down... even if his gut told him he didn't stand a chance." Fuzzi looks like he wants to interupt, but when his mouth opens... only silence emerges, and there's more than enough of that already flowing through the air, to be noticed. The sapphire firecracker, Katsy, continues. Katsy: "But ever since Her..." Fuzzi cringes his teeth at the mention of Her. Even if not by name, everyone who knows anything about Reese, knows who She is. Reese still does absolutely nothing. Barely even blinking. Katsy: "She came back. She warmed up to you. Got you to love Her again. Then ripped it all from you. Your drive. Your passion. Your title. Your heart. Your life.... And you simply curled up in the corner and took it. You let Her destroy you. You let Her attempt to destroy this place that you used to love so much... POW. Regardless of whether or not She was strong enough to do that, She certainly damaged it! And what did you do while She and Her "heartless" companion ran amok in POW???" Fuzzi shakes his head "No." Telling Katsy that no matter what, some things are sacred and shouldn't be touched... even now. She pays as much attention to him as Reese is to her. Katsy: "You. Let. Her." As she restates the fact the Reese was absent during her reign, Fuzzi drops his head to the bar, smacking his forehead against it with a resounding "Thud." The barkeep looks a little annoyed at Fuzzi, but Reese is still apathetic. Katsy: "As fucked up as She is.... I'm sorry, but She really was your better half." Nerve. Struck. Finally. Reese spins around, and in one swift motion, stands up, grabs Katsy by the throat, and drapes her over the bar backwards!!! Staring violently into her blueish-gray eyes. Fuzzi lifts his head just in time to see her back slam against the edge of the bar. He leaps to his feet, and tries to restrain Reese. Katsy gasps for air. Fuzzi: "Whoa, there Mick! Calm down!" Just like before, Reese completely ignores everyone... except for Katsy. His eyes stare deep holes of loathing into her. He squeezes just a bit harder, before releasing her completely. He spins around, taking a step back, so that his back is to her now. She clasps her throat in pain, trying to swallow and breathe... and showing agony with both. Fuzzi tries to help her off the bar, but she pushes him away. Reese: "Leave." And with that one word, Katsy gets back to her feet, holding her throat, and walks out the door. Fuzzi watches as Reese's new trio ends right before his eyes. Reese's eyes are closed, with his back to his friend and the bar. Fuzzi looks at Reese, then to the door, then back to the first Gladiator Champ, then back to the door..... With an apologetic look on his face, Fuzzi follows in Katsy's footsteps and leaves the bar. The barkeep, and the rest of the patrons stare at Michael in shock, as he just stands there, with his eyes closed as tight as he can... otherwise, motionless. The camera slips into darkness. |
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