Post by eljefe on Dec 16, 2015 23:34:35 GMT -5
Cam’s trainer, Jimmy, hands Cam a black bag.
“Are you sure about this, man?”
“Never been more certain in my life.”
Cam takes the bag. He starts walking out of the warehouse when Jimmy calls after him.
“Cam, I’m worried about you. Are you even cleared for this?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
Cam ducks under the loading bay door and disappears. Jimmy sighs and walks into his office to find Matt, Cam’s best friend sitting by his desk.
“I take it you know.”
Jimmy goes to sit behind his desk.
“Why’d you give it to him?”
“What choice did I have? It’s his stuff, anyway. He designed it, paid for the manufacturing. I was just holding it.”
“That thing is some bad juju.”
“Do you remember why it was made?”
Matt shakes his head.
“At the time, we ran an angle that Cam had become possessed, so he wore the mask to symbolize the possession. It was supposed to represent the inward corruption of his mind outwardly. So, why did I give it back to him? Not only because he asked for it, but because that’s who he’s become now.”
“I need to talk to him.”
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Cam walks into the apartment building and waits for the elevator. Soon after, he hears the metal doors opening. He slowly walks into the elevator and waits for it to up to his floor.
I have to do this. I have to take up arms against my sea of troubles and, by opposing end them. Perchance maybe to sleep…and by a sleep we say to end the heart ache and thousand natural shocks that flesh it heir to. Maybe in that sleep I will dream. But in this sleep of death what dreams will come? Surely, it must give us pause. For who would bear the problems of life except that the thought of something after death is somehow more terrifying? Conscience does make cowards of us all.
The elevator doors opened.
That was a variant of Hamlet’s Soliloquy for you uncultured swine.
Cam opens his apartment door.
“Matt, I’m back.”
“Cam, we gotta talk.”
“About what?”
“Why are you doing this? I thought we stopped this.”
“I have to do this.”
“Hasn’t it taken enough away?”
“THEY took things from me. IT took things from you.”
“So he was nothing to you, then? Ever since that night, we agreed that this wasn’t getting us anywhere. We called it off. So why the hell are you going back?”
"How the hell you do even know about this?”
“I saw Jimmy give you the mask.”
“Matt, I gotta make a living. And being in the warehouse doesn’t exactly make it easy to forget just because we just shut it down and changed what we were doing. Every time that I step into that building, I see that ring there…and I yearn for it again. I want to wrestle. I NEED to wrestle!”
“With your demons, maybe! But not with those guys!”
Matt rolled his wheelchair out from behind the table.
“Look. This is what it did to me. You saw what it did to the other guys on TV. Dude, this business takes, and it never gives. Cam…I’ve lost so much. You’ve lost even more than me. Please, Cam. I’m begging you. Don’t do this.”
Cam pulled the mask out of his bag.
“Matt, it’s all I have left that feels normal. I know it took a lot from us, but…”
His voice trailed off.
“Do you remember what happened that night?”
“Nothing that I ever want to relive again. It was the worst night of my life, and will never ever be matched.”
“You’re destined to relive it again if you keep doing this!”
“Matt, I have to go.”
Cam walked out of the apartment.
Despite his admittedly well-founded doubts, I am coming back. I know that it’s been awhile and there is a lot of rust, but I need to do this. When I was approached with the chance of returning, I jumped at the opportunity, hoping that it would happen. I need something to be normal again. I’m sick of working an office job, not wrestling, and sick of dealing with…well, I’ll tell you soon. Truth be told, I’m a little nervous about returning. Something that you should know about me right now is that I’m not the same Cam Nitta who left. Things have changed, and I with them. I don’t know how this will manifest itself inside that ring, but all I know is that I have gone through a personal hell, and it has left me bitter and disgusted with the world. So, it’s more unfortunate for Chase Landon that he has to face me, because I’m not sure what kind of animal is going to be at the curtain call for Show Time. Chase and I have something in common. We both died. Chase a little more physical and me a little more meta. Here’s the difference. Chase touched Hell’s fire, but I was burned by it. I get it, man. I’ve been there. I’ve seen the dark side, and there is a way out. It’s a shame that we have to be across from each other. We both need help. Now, I don’t know how you can back from the dead, but I’m sure as hell not doing to say something stupid like “You’re going back.”
Cam’s phone rings in his pocket.
“Hello.”
“You need to see me. Now.”
The phone gives an audible click.
Well, I guess I know where I’m going.
Cam walks a few blocks away and into Rush Medical Center Clinic and asks for Doctor Mike Admonsiva. The receptionist directed him to his office, where he just knocked on the wooden door.
“Come in.”
Cam recognizes Dr. Admonsiva's voice through the door.
“Glad you showed up.”
"Anything for a friend.”
“Clearly not anything.”
The good doctor has started with his barbs.
"You’ve heard?”
“I read the dirt sheets…and I talked to Jimmy.”
“Doc, I need to.”
“Cam, you’re not cleared!”
Cam begins to raise his voice.
“I’m more than physically capable of competing!”
Admonsiva raises his in response.
“I’m your doctor, I know that! But your mental state..”
“I’m NEVER going to be alright, but I can’t just sit behind a desk.”
“Cam, I can’t let you do this.”
“Well, I never asked your permission.”
He begins to walk out, but turns around for some reason.
“You know, I’m my own man, and I can do what I want. I’ll be damned if I let you, Jimmy, Matt, or anyone else stop me.”
Doc grew solemn and looked down.
“You know why Matt doesn’t want you to do this. He doesn’t want you to end up like him…or worse, Malik.”
Cam’s fists clenched at the name of his former pupil.
“That won’t happen to me.”
“Cam, what happened to him was an accident. You’re about to go to a place where guys what to do 10 times worse on purpose.”
“Well, then someone has to stop them. And someone has to stop the guys like Corey Demar.”
Admonsiva nearly snaps at that name.
“Cam, you’re not some hero of justice!”
“Well maybe I should be!”
Cam and the Doc go nose-to-nose. The tension is incredible in the room.
“Doc, I’m not asking for you permission. I’m just let you know that this is happening. You can’t stop me.”
“Just make sure that I don’t lose any more family members.”
Dr. Admonsiva backs away.
“I can’t handle much more.”
“Doc…Mike…you have my word.”
Cam extends his hand, Mike shakes it, and they embrace.
I know that my friends mean well. I know that they are looking out for my well being and don't want history to repeat itself. But I'm not doing anything for them. I'm doing this for me. We've had a rough go of things since I left the WFWF the first time. I need to get out of this city, because I see the same turns, the same faces, the same places everywhere that I go. I'm lost. I'm hoping this is how I find myself. I'm hoping that somehow this will heal all of my wounds. But here's the simple fact: I'm back. I'm coming back to the WFWF ring at Show Time, and I'm going to show you what you all were missing while I was gone. You know, I lived my entire life being "promising," with my time in the WFWF being no different. It's time that I show you what I'm capable of. It's time that I show the world what I'm capable of. I'm here to clean up the trash. I'm here to clean up the scraps of humanity. It's time that you all see something that is worth being human inside that ring. And it's time that you all get a little dose of reality. I might be the only hero left, so I better rise to that mantle. Chase, this starts with you.
Cam puts on his new mask.
It's time for a little insanity in your hero.
“Are you sure about this, man?”
“Never been more certain in my life.”
Cam takes the bag. He starts walking out of the warehouse when Jimmy calls after him.
“Cam, I’m worried about you. Are you even cleared for this?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
Cam ducks under the loading bay door and disappears. Jimmy sighs and walks into his office to find Matt, Cam’s best friend sitting by his desk.
“I take it you know.”
Jimmy goes to sit behind his desk.
“Why’d you give it to him?”
“What choice did I have? It’s his stuff, anyway. He designed it, paid for the manufacturing. I was just holding it.”
“That thing is some bad juju.”
“Do you remember why it was made?”
Matt shakes his head.
“At the time, we ran an angle that Cam had become possessed, so he wore the mask to symbolize the possession. It was supposed to represent the inward corruption of his mind outwardly. So, why did I give it back to him? Not only because he asked for it, but because that’s who he’s become now.”
“I need to talk to him.”
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Cam walks into the apartment building and waits for the elevator. Soon after, he hears the metal doors opening. He slowly walks into the elevator and waits for it to up to his floor.
I have to do this. I have to take up arms against my sea of troubles and, by opposing end them. Perchance maybe to sleep…and by a sleep we say to end the heart ache and thousand natural shocks that flesh it heir to. Maybe in that sleep I will dream. But in this sleep of death what dreams will come? Surely, it must give us pause. For who would bear the problems of life except that the thought of something after death is somehow more terrifying? Conscience does make cowards of us all.
The elevator doors opened.
That was a variant of Hamlet’s Soliloquy for you uncultured swine.
Cam opens his apartment door.
“Matt, I’m back.”
“Cam, we gotta talk.”
“About what?”
“Why are you doing this? I thought we stopped this.”
“I have to do this.”
“Hasn’t it taken enough away?”
“THEY took things from me. IT took things from you.”
“So he was nothing to you, then? Ever since that night, we agreed that this wasn’t getting us anywhere. We called it off. So why the hell are you going back?”
"How the hell you do even know about this?”
“I saw Jimmy give you the mask.”
“Matt, I gotta make a living. And being in the warehouse doesn’t exactly make it easy to forget just because we just shut it down and changed what we were doing. Every time that I step into that building, I see that ring there…and I yearn for it again. I want to wrestle. I NEED to wrestle!”
“With your demons, maybe! But not with those guys!”
Matt rolled his wheelchair out from behind the table.
“Look. This is what it did to me. You saw what it did to the other guys on TV. Dude, this business takes, and it never gives. Cam…I’ve lost so much. You’ve lost even more than me. Please, Cam. I’m begging you. Don’t do this.”
Cam pulled the mask out of his bag.
“Matt, it’s all I have left that feels normal. I know it took a lot from us, but…”
His voice trailed off.
“Do you remember what happened that night?”
“Nothing that I ever want to relive again. It was the worst night of my life, and will never ever be matched.”
“You’re destined to relive it again if you keep doing this!”
“Matt, I have to go.”
Cam walked out of the apartment.
Despite his admittedly well-founded doubts, I am coming back. I know that it’s been awhile and there is a lot of rust, but I need to do this. When I was approached with the chance of returning, I jumped at the opportunity, hoping that it would happen. I need something to be normal again. I’m sick of working an office job, not wrestling, and sick of dealing with…well, I’ll tell you soon. Truth be told, I’m a little nervous about returning. Something that you should know about me right now is that I’m not the same Cam Nitta who left. Things have changed, and I with them. I don’t know how this will manifest itself inside that ring, but all I know is that I have gone through a personal hell, and it has left me bitter and disgusted with the world. So, it’s more unfortunate for Chase Landon that he has to face me, because I’m not sure what kind of animal is going to be at the curtain call for Show Time. Chase and I have something in common. We both died. Chase a little more physical and me a little more meta. Here’s the difference. Chase touched Hell’s fire, but I was burned by it. I get it, man. I’ve been there. I’ve seen the dark side, and there is a way out. It’s a shame that we have to be across from each other. We both need help. Now, I don’t know how you can back from the dead, but I’m sure as hell not doing to say something stupid like “You’re going back.”
Cam’s phone rings in his pocket.
“Hello.”
“You need to see me. Now.”
The phone gives an audible click.
Well, I guess I know where I’m going.
Cam walks a few blocks away and into Rush Medical Center Clinic and asks for Doctor Mike Admonsiva. The receptionist directed him to his office, where he just knocked on the wooden door.
“Come in.”
Cam recognizes Dr. Admonsiva's voice through the door.
“Glad you showed up.”
"Anything for a friend.”
“Clearly not anything.”
The good doctor has started with his barbs.
"You’ve heard?”
“I read the dirt sheets…and I talked to Jimmy.”
“Doc, I need to.”
“Cam, you’re not cleared!”
Cam begins to raise his voice.
“I’m more than physically capable of competing!”
Admonsiva raises his in response.
“I’m your doctor, I know that! But your mental state..”
“I’m NEVER going to be alright, but I can’t just sit behind a desk.”
“Cam, I can’t let you do this.”
“Well, I never asked your permission.”
He begins to walk out, but turns around for some reason.
“You know, I’m my own man, and I can do what I want. I’ll be damned if I let you, Jimmy, Matt, or anyone else stop me.”
Doc grew solemn and looked down.
“You know why Matt doesn’t want you to do this. He doesn’t want you to end up like him…or worse, Malik.”
Cam’s fists clenched at the name of his former pupil.
“That won’t happen to me.”
“Cam, what happened to him was an accident. You’re about to go to a place where guys what to do 10 times worse on purpose.”
“Well, then someone has to stop them. And someone has to stop the guys like Corey Demar.”
Admonsiva nearly snaps at that name.
“Cam, you’re not some hero of justice!”
“Well maybe I should be!”
Cam and the Doc go nose-to-nose. The tension is incredible in the room.
“Doc, I’m not asking for you permission. I’m just let you know that this is happening. You can’t stop me.”
“Just make sure that I don’t lose any more family members.”
Dr. Admonsiva backs away.
“I can’t handle much more.”
“Doc…Mike…you have my word.”
Cam extends his hand, Mike shakes it, and they embrace.
I know that my friends mean well. I know that they are looking out for my well being and don't want history to repeat itself. But I'm not doing anything for them. I'm doing this for me. We've had a rough go of things since I left the WFWF the first time. I need to get out of this city, because I see the same turns, the same faces, the same places everywhere that I go. I'm lost. I'm hoping this is how I find myself. I'm hoping that somehow this will heal all of my wounds. But here's the simple fact: I'm back. I'm coming back to the WFWF ring at Show Time, and I'm going to show you what you all were missing while I was gone. You know, I lived my entire life being "promising," with my time in the WFWF being no different. It's time that I show you what I'm capable of. It's time that I show the world what I'm capable of. I'm here to clean up the trash. I'm here to clean up the scraps of humanity. It's time that you all see something that is worth being human inside that ring. And it's time that you all get a little dose of reality. I might be the only hero left, so I better rise to that mantle. Chase, this starts with you.
Cam puts on his new mask.
It's time for a little insanity in your hero.
OOC: This is my first time experimenting with multi-color dialogue, so I would love opinions on that. I'm actually really excited to get back in, because I have a lot of ideas for Nitta.
