Tuesday Night Trauma
Part III
| We return from commercial to hear
"Mahadeva" already playing and the Brothers Hand already back in the ring. TETE: Boy, this is deja vu. FLOYD: Gesundheit. The Brothers wait patiently, not even acknowledging the audience. After a few moments, their music died down and the bizarre, unmistakable music of their opponents, Odium and Angst, replaced it. The two appear at the top of the ramp, Odium gesturing to the audience for support, full of energy, while Angst follows along behind him, acting as his usual mopey self. The two proceeded down the ramp, Odium pausing occasionally for Angst to catch up. Finally, they climb into the ring, and the match begins. First off, Odium climbs out onto the apron, leaving Angst to match up against Remington, the larger and stronger of the two Brothers. Remington immediately rushes forward, grabs Angst underneath his shoulders, and hurls him into the ropes. Angst bounces off, flapping his limbs like a rag doll, only to be caught in a strong kick from Remington. Angst flops to the ring. Remington glares down at him, then raises his arm, preparing to drop his elbow down across Angst's back. As Remington falls, Angst rolls out of the way. Remington's elbow smashes into the mat, pulling his shoulder the wrong way. He thrashes slightly on the ring floor, gripping his shoulder tightly. As Remington rolls around on the floor, Angst climbs onto the turnbuckle directly above him and jumps off, bringing his thigh down across Remington's lower back. Angst gets back to his feet slowly and nonchalantly. He stares down at Remington for a few moments, glancing back and forth and his opponent and his partner, seemingly unsure about what to do. After a couple seconds, however, his decision is made for him as Cyril runs into the ring and clotheslines Angst over the ropes. Angst flips over and crashes to the floor beyond the apron. TETE: It looks like Cyril doesn't like the thought of his brother taking a beating from Angst. FLOYD: Well, would you be able to live with the knowledge of your own flesh and blood getting whupped by the poster child for Generation X? Cyril pulls Remington to his feet, but the ref runs over and begins yelling at him to get out of the ring. With a moment's hesitation, Cyril complies and stomps over to his corner. As he proceeds across the ring, Odium comes in and jump-kicks Cyril from behind, pushing the Hand into the turnbuckle. Odium begins delivering punches to Cyril's lower back, but he was only able to get in a few punches before the ref leaps in and pulls the two apart. Odium glares, but returns to his corner. TETE: Referee Stan Luder is definitely taking charge of this match. FLOYD: I dunno, maybe we should let them go at it, and t'hell with the rules! TETE: Total anarchy? You'd prefer that? FLOYD: Oh, most definitely. TETE: You'd prefer... this? FLOYD: Ahhhhgh!! Don't pour that water in my lap!! While Cyril and Odium mix it up, Remington climbs out of the ring and begins kicking away at Angst. He pulls the smaller wrestler up and whips him into the turnbuckle. Angst bounces off and falls to the floor again. Remington slowly approaches Angst with a sly grin on his face, but before he can press the advantage, he's interrupted by Dino Fischetti jumping over the barricade from the audience. Fischetti, clad in his trenchcoat, catches Remington in a flying clothesline, and both men fall to the ground. Fischetti is on his feet again almost immediately and begins delivering kicks to Remington's midsection. FLOYD: Wait wait wait, that's not... he's not supposed to be here, is he?!? TETE: You're a master of the obvious, Floyd! Dino Fischetti is extracting revenge on the Brothers Hand! FLOYD: But they helped him win! He should be thanking them! Cyril immediately rushes over. He jumps down from the apron, only to be intercepted by the Court Jester, who also jumps out of the audience, planting a firm flying drop-kick into Cyril's ribs. Cyril smashes into the apron, and the Jester pulls his now-infamous lead-pipe-enforced rubber chicken out of his pants and begins wailing away. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Odium is trying to get into the action, but the ref is holding him back, missing the events. FLOYD: Turn around, you stupid ref, turn around! TETE: I thought you preferred anarchy. FLOYD: This big wet spot on my crotch changed my mind! Turn around, Stan! Dino pulls Remington to his feet and pulls him towards the steel steps, but Remington reverses the move and sends Dino flying. The larger Fischetti crashes into the small stairs and flops over, but he quickly gets back up again. Remington panics and climbs into the ring, but he misses Angst climb up onto the apron. Angst bounces off the bottom rope, and uses his momentum to fly up over the ropes and kick Remington in the head. Remington stumbles over and smashes into the ref, knocking Stan Luder out of the ring. FLOYD: Jeez, I didn't know anarchy could be so repetitive! TETE: What do you mean? FLOYD: Isn't this exactly what happened in the last match? TETE: Actually, it looks like it. The Jester leaves Cyril lying on the ground outside the ring, and climbs back in to get a shot at Remington. Meanwhile, Dino also gets back into the ring, and grabs Remington by the shoulder. He's about to begin pounding on Remington, but the Jester shouts something to Dino. After a slight pause, Dino grins, and whips Remington into the ropes. On the return, the Jester leaps into the air and brings both his feet into Remington's face, causing the larger Brother to collapse to the mat. TETE: The Jester displaying his amazing athletic prowess once again. FLOYD: Hey, you're not allowed to compliment him when he's interrupting a match! Dino hauls Remington to his feet once again, and the Jester catches Remington in a spear, and the two bounce into the ropes. The Jester completes his finisher, The Punchline, by hauling Remington over his shoulder and dropping him to the mat, but instead of staying in an arch for the pin, the Jester immediately grabs the back of Remington's pants. The crowd begins chanting, "Wedgie! Wedgie! Wedgie!" The Jester, always one to oblige, begins pulling on Remington's underwear... but before the wedgie could go atomic, Cyril appears, kicking the Jester in the back of the head. Dino reacts immediately by grabbing Cyril and, through sheer brute strength, throwing him into the turnbuckle... unfortunately, Angst happened to be in the way. Both Cyril and Angst fall to the mat. Odium, watching from the opposite corner, rushes over to Angst, but after a cursory check on his younger brother, begins helping the Jester and Dino pound on Cyril. The three force Cyril into the far turnbuckle, where they take turns dropping moves on the outnumber Hand. Remington, meanwhile, regains some clarity and pulls himself over towards Angst, rolls him over, and drapes his hand across Angst's chest. Nobody notices for a few seconds, but soon, the referee, Stan Luder, comes back to his senses. He sees the pin and immediately dives back into the ring and counts... 1... 2... 3! He grabs Remington's hand (no pun intended) and pulls him to his feet, declaring him the winner. TETE: Hey, wait a minute! FLOYD: Those are the rules, Papa. The Brothers won fair and square. TETE: Oh, shut up, Anarchy boy. FLOYD: Hey, I like that... maybe I'll wrestler under that name. "Anarchy Boy, USXWF Heavyweight Champion"... has a nice ring to it. TETE: What, you finally got tired of "Idiot"? Dino glances over his shoulder to see the ref holding up Remington's hand, and in a fit of rage, he rushes across the ring and smashes his shoulder into Remington's chest. He begins pounding away on Remington, but pretty soon several more referee's run down to the ring and they pull everyone apart. The Jester and Dino resist strongly, but they're delayed enough to allow the Brothers to escape up the ramp. They pause for the slightest of moments at the top, and in that moment, Mike the Chicken Eater (wielding his 3-foot-long plastic chicken) and Big Bald Bitch (wielding a lead pipe) appear. The both swing at the same time, catching the Brother's in the back, and Remington and Cyril fall yet again. TETE: My God, that had to hurt! The Sideshow and Dirty Deeds surely aren't letting any slight against them go unpunished! FLOYD: Aw, they're not so tough... any pansy can use a lead pipe or a... uh... plastic chicken. Bitch and Mike lord over their targets, but before they can swing again, Chet Stevens runs out and double clothesline's both Mike and Bitch. He then grabs both Remington and Cyril and pulls them to their feet, and the three quickly disappear backstage. TETE: Well, I guess when it comes to C-Cube's bunch, birds of a feather-- FLOYD: --All smell like bird crap? TETE: ... Don't ever interrupt me again when I'm metaphoring. COMMERCIAL We come back just as the lights in the arena shut off TETE: What's this? This isn't on the itinerary. FLOYD: Aw, who needs to follow the itiner-whatsit? TETE: Shut up, something's happening. ::Voices are heard in the darkness. Two . . . no, three voices, discussing something. "Failed," "too bad," "wasted resources," "no will." One can catch some of these phrases in the conversation as Ragin' Ray's face, lying limp on wet concrete appears suddenly. We can see three figures in the murky background, one in loose, cheap pants, the other two in tighter fitting spandex. Zoom in on the glassy right eye, the one closest to the ceiling. What is left of Ragin' Ray stares, unblinking, past the camera, past the room, indeed, into the past itself. As his lips disappear from the screen and the camera continues to zoom, they form one silent word: "Papa?" FLOYD: He's talking to you, Papa. TETE: Shut up, I said! The glassy pool of his eye fills the screen, watering a moment, a tear forming. As the camera pulls back from the pond, we begin to hear the noises of a sleepy summer day in the country. A duck skitters across the water in front of the camera, coming in for a wet landing. Panning from the water and to the left, the willow casting the dark shadow over the water is seen gently swaying in the breeze. Moving past this, a small house is seen in the distance, a figure moving toward it. Zoom in on the figure. A small boy, perhaps in second grade. Having all the same features, this must be Ray. He walks slowly up to the door as the tall wheat behind him blows in the wind. Taking a breath, Ray walks into the house and closes the door. The door is shoddily built, but sturdy enough. There isn't even a knocker on . . . sounds. There are sounds, horrible sounds coming from the house. A deep, husky make voice is shouting at Ray. Something about "a real man wouldn't . . . " A blow. Another. A third. The boy is hurled through the door with the force of the final assault. Zoom in on the report card lying on the ground. There is a large "B" in red pen. The card blows away. The countryside gets dark, a car pulls up to the house. It is Ray again, this time High-School age and drunk. There is a girl with him. They make their way to the door, and standing behind it . . . He shoos her away, sending her back to the two waiting at the car. The car leaves. Ray is hit on his left ear, forcing him inside the house. Shouting ensues. Ray is speechless as the yelling continues. "What makes you think she could even be attracted to you?" "You're ugly, Ray, always have been, always will be." "What she wants is a real man!" It continues. In the darkness, more voices. They are his father's. ". . .worthless. . ." ". . .stupid . . ." ". . . she wants a real man . . ." ". . . if you were a REAL man . . ." "[smack!]" ". . . real man . . ." "[smack!]" ". . . if you were a REAL MAN . . ." TETE: Oh my God... His eyes pop open. He is in a dark, room, cement on all sides. His wounds from Weekend Warbash are still fresh. He looks around the room, and realizes he is tyed up. To the ceiling. Upside down. Below him is a pile of broken glass. In front of him is C-Cube. C-Cube begins talking, explaining something. Ray isn't listening. Suddenly, C-Cube stops.:: C-Cube:" . . . and first, we're going to teach you just how worthless you are . . .boy! I know you, Ray. I know about your father. I know about your pathetic childhood and how your tiny little mind snapped. A real man could've taken it, Ray! A REAL MAN WOULDN'T BE WHINING ABOUT HIS DAD ALL HIS LIFE!!! But you're NOT A REAL MAN, RAY!! Are you? Tell me you're a real man, Ray, because then I'll know you're lying to me. You don't have any choice, Ray. The Company Line abandoned you, just like everybody else. We're your only family now. Do it, Ray. Give your pathetic soul to Shiva. You're a worthless boy, Ray, and you know it." ::C-Cube fades out. Some time later, he appears again.:: C-Cube: "How was the food? Oh, there wasn't any? Well we don't give food to the WORTHLESS! You know it's true Ray, you haven't done anything importnat in your whole life. You're not a real man, just a crying little boy who likes to get beat up. Join us, Ray! You know you have to! You've led a worthless life, now's the time to redeem yourself! Be A Real Man, Ray! You Don't Have Any Choice! YOU'RE WORTHLESS RAY! WORTHLESS!" ::C-Cube hits him:: C-Cube:"C'MON, BOY! CRY!" ::C-Cube delivers a nasty hook t his ribs again:: C-Cube:"CRY FOR ME!" ::C-Cube again punches Ray's ribs. A large crack is heard:: C-Cube:"YOU'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING GOOD IN YOUR LIFE, THIS YOUR ONLY CHANCE TO BE A REAL MAN!!!!" ::As C-Cube delivers the final hook, Ray's face comes alive, widening in an all-encompassing scream. His widened, frantic eyes match the terrible pitch as his throat is torn by his powerful voice. His terrible face fills the screen, zooming faster and faster. His face, then the right side, then the eye, now the black pupil and we see C-cube, his father, C-Cube, his father . . . the beating continues, continues, continues . . . Pan back as the scene fades. Ragin' Ray is lying on the cold, wet concrete with three men standing behind him, talking. His glossed over expression doesn't change. He stares out . . . out . . . out . . .The Abbottron fades to black, and the lights in the arena come back on. TETE: My God... C-Cube is truly mad... FLOYD: I dunno, that was pretty good. I nominate it for Best Film of the year. TETE: Shut up, Floyd... we'll go to commercial now... COMMERCIAL We come back to a huge cheer as a breeze hits the Pepsi Center. "Supernova Goes Pop" and so does the crowd as Malice appears out of the audience, jumps into the ring and then onto a turnbuckle and crouches there, waiting for C-Cube. TETE: Well, speak of the devil... FLOYD: Don't you mean, "Deranged psychopathic cold-blooded delusional freak"? TETE: Yes, something along those lines. But we have an emotionally charged
matchup coming up here.
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