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(A camera fades in on a courthouse around five o’clock. All sorts of people; lawyers, cops, civilians, and the like move in and out like an endless stream. In this, there is a stillness where Kirk Redwood sits on the courthouse steps. He is in a disheveled suit, staring despondently forward as if there is nothing in the world but the thoughts in his head.)
(As the camera zooms in and moves around Redwood to face his back, revealing divorce papers sitting on his lap. The signature for his wife is filled in, but Redwood’s name is notably absent. Redwood takes a sip out of a flask before he speaks)
More than half of my life I gave to this women. *chuckles to himself* That’s it. Only half of my life in exchange for radio silence then these…these fucking papers.
*chuckles again, but the chuckle turns in a roar of rage as he throws the papers across the steps*
I stayed clean for her, fought for her, and hell, I even won a couple times for her. But it’s like Shane Gates said, I’m the scum of the earth right? A piece of shit criminal who shouldn’t be breathing free man’s air? Well I’m free now aren’t I? Free from the chains of expectations. Free to be selfish for once in my life. What is it that I want though? A title? Empty. My face on a poster? Nah, that’s worthless. What I want is blood. Blood, chaos, and juuuuuust a smidge of vengeance. Isn’t that right Jerry?
(Redwood drains the flask, throws it behind and begins to walk away from the courthouse and down the street. The camera follows him, documentary style, as he continues on)
When I was rambling on about my time in the joint to Minerva, I thought I was just talking tough. A part of me though, a part that I thought was buried deep in the back of my head, knew that it was a confession. Because the truth is, I spent too long playing the role of the good guy, knowing damn well I wasn’t. All that shit about me being a family man was just a script I had memorized to convince myself that I didn’t really enjoy cracking people’s heads open and seeing what’s inside. But today is my liberation day, my second chance at freedom. And so now I can tell you Jerry, that I was always hoping we’d find ourselves back in the ring again. Every time I see your name on the card, oh brother, the memory of you attacking me comes to my mind in 4-fuckin’-K. And then all that bullshit you spewed for our first match about respect crashes through my head like thunder and all I can think about, is what you’d look like in the ICU. Tubes sticking out of you and bandages wrapped around the smashed pumpkin of your head…exactly what you deserve.
But that’s not because you’re a bad man Jerry. I’ve seen bad men. People who would stab you in the back just because they were curious to see if you would bleed! You’re a nothing. A mosquito buzzing around in our ears trying to be anything more than little bug you are, but I know…oh believe me kid, I know…that the only reason you’re still here is because nobody cares enough to bring their hand down. Well, now you’ve landed on my arm, stuck your little nose in my skin, leaving me no choice but to bring my hand down and get rid of you once and for all. When the hand comes down, when the teeth fly out of that fuck-ugly face of yours, that’s the end. It’s like you said, not many people know who you are, and not a damn one of them will care when you’re gone.
(Redwood walks down a darker street, where a strung-out man hands him a flyer that says “Solomon Stane Industrial Glue Sniffing Party.” Redwood looks at the flyer for a moment, then shoves it in his pocket before he moves on.)
Before Voltage last week, I though that this match was a curse. An insult to fling a few good men into a ring so they weren’t sitting in the locker room. Maybe that’s how it was intended. Now though, now I see it for it is: a chance to bury my skeletons once and for all. Lucas, Lucas, my man, you are an interesting case. I’d talk about the two times we shared a ring together, but Jerry is too afraid of the past to listen to it anymore. So instead, I’ll tell you about the future. Everybody in this company likes violence yeah? They get in that ring every night because on some level, they like to hurt people. When you knocked me out Lucas, did you enjoy it? Because I’d be remiss if I didn’t say that I enjoyed it too. After all, you started me down this path. If it wasn’t for you taking me out, I would have never tried to get my family back, and I would have never been where I am right now. So thank you for helping me make this journey, but I’m afraid this is where the ride ends. Because Jerry is a flick of the wrist, but you warrant something more…impactful. I’m going to help you the way you helped me and knock you out cold in the middle of the ring.
(A drunk young man in party close bumps into Redwood. The man is carrying a bottle of booze and is clearly way too drunk to be out alone. He begins to argue with him and shoves Kirk, but Kirk delivers a right hook to his face. As if possessed though, he continues the assault until the man begins to cry. Only then is Redwood satisfied as he wipes the blood off his hands, takes the bottle and downs more than half before throwing it aside and continuing)
When the past is buried, all that’s going to remain to Kirk Redwood is the fight and the future. *chuckles again* And since I don’t have to pretend to be noble anymore, then I can say that the future has many faces, but two color: red and gold. Blood and championships is all that’s left for me.
(Redwood arrives to an apartment building and begins to climb the fire escape, stopping outside of his apartment before collapsing to the ground outside his window. As he pulls himself into a seated position, he smiles.)
Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about the Woogieman and Kelin. Seeing as they stand in the way of that red and gold future though, they don’t really have a prayer do they? The Woogieman isn’t worth my breath, but Kelin…now Kelin is an interesting addition. Such a respectful young man. Such a…good guy. Maybe if I was a good man, I’d extend him some good luck. But now he’s standing in the same cemetery plot as Jerry and Luke. Fuck man, I’m sorry. Sorry that you gotta get cut down before you get a chance to grow. But a weed like me can’t grow where there’s grass, so you’ll just be another body in the pile.
(Redwood closes his eyes to pass out, but before he does he whispers one more sentence…)
…so this is what it’s like to be free.
(the camera fades out while Redwood passes out entirely on the fire escape outside his apartment window)
(As the camera zooms in and moves around Redwood to face his back, revealing divorce papers sitting on his lap. The signature for his wife is filled in, but Redwood’s name is notably absent. Redwood takes a sip out of a flask before he speaks)
More than half of my life I gave to this women. *chuckles to himself* That’s it. Only half of my life in exchange for radio silence then these…these fucking papers.
*chuckles again, but the chuckle turns in a roar of rage as he throws the papers across the steps*
I stayed clean for her, fought for her, and hell, I even won a couple times for her. But it’s like Shane Gates said, I’m the scum of the earth right? A piece of shit criminal who shouldn’t be breathing free man’s air? Well I’m free now aren’t I? Free from the chains of expectations. Free to be selfish for once in my life. What is it that I want though? A title? Empty. My face on a poster? Nah, that’s worthless. What I want is blood. Blood, chaos, and juuuuuust a smidge of vengeance. Isn’t that right Jerry?
(Redwood drains the flask, throws it behind and begins to walk away from the courthouse and down the street. The camera follows him, documentary style, as he continues on)
When I was rambling on about my time in the joint to Minerva, I thought I was just talking tough. A part of me though, a part that I thought was buried deep in the back of my head, knew that it was a confession. Because the truth is, I spent too long playing the role of the good guy, knowing damn well I wasn’t. All that shit about me being a family man was just a script I had memorized to convince myself that I didn’t really enjoy cracking people’s heads open and seeing what’s inside. But today is my liberation day, my second chance at freedom. And so now I can tell you Jerry, that I was always hoping we’d find ourselves back in the ring again. Every time I see your name on the card, oh brother, the memory of you attacking me comes to my mind in 4-fuckin’-K. And then all that bullshit you spewed for our first match about respect crashes through my head like thunder and all I can think about, is what you’d look like in the ICU. Tubes sticking out of you and bandages wrapped around the smashed pumpkin of your head…exactly what you deserve.
But that’s not because you’re a bad man Jerry. I’ve seen bad men. People who would stab you in the back just because they were curious to see if you would bleed! You’re a nothing. A mosquito buzzing around in our ears trying to be anything more than little bug you are, but I know…oh believe me kid, I know…that the only reason you’re still here is because nobody cares enough to bring their hand down. Well, now you’ve landed on my arm, stuck your little nose in my skin, leaving me no choice but to bring my hand down and get rid of you once and for all. When the hand comes down, when the teeth fly out of that fuck-ugly face of yours, that’s the end. It’s like you said, not many people know who you are, and not a damn one of them will care when you’re gone.
(Redwood walks down a darker street, where a strung-out man hands him a flyer that says “Solomon Stane Industrial Glue Sniffing Party.” Redwood looks at the flyer for a moment, then shoves it in his pocket before he moves on.)
Before Voltage last week, I though that this match was a curse. An insult to fling a few good men into a ring so they weren’t sitting in the locker room. Maybe that’s how it was intended. Now though, now I see it for it is: a chance to bury my skeletons once and for all. Lucas, Lucas, my man, you are an interesting case. I’d talk about the two times we shared a ring together, but Jerry is too afraid of the past to listen to it anymore. So instead, I’ll tell you about the future. Everybody in this company likes violence yeah? They get in that ring every night because on some level, they like to hurt people. When you knocked me out Lucas, did you enjoy it? Because I’d be remiss if I didn’t say that I enjoyed it too. After all, you started me down this path. If it wasn’t for you taking me out, I would have never tried to get my family back, and I would have never been where I am right now. So thank you for helping me make this journey, but I’m afraid this is where the ride ends. Because Jerry is a flick of the wrist, but you warrant something more…impactful. I’m going to help you the way you helped me and knock you out cold in the middle of the ring.
(A drunk young man in party close bumps into Redwood. The man is carrying a bottle of booze and is clearly way too drunk to be out alone. He begins to argue with him and shoves Kirk, but Kirk delivers a right hook to his face. As if possessed though, he continues the assault until the man begins to cry. Only then is Redwood satisfied as he wipes the blood off his hands, takes the bottle and downs more than half before throwing it aside and continuing)
When the past is buried, all that’s going to remain to Kirk Redwood is the fight and the future. *chuckles again* And since I don’t have to pretend to be noble anymore, then I can say that the future has many faces, but two color: red and gold. Blood and championships is all that’s left for me.
(Redwood arrives to an apartment building and begins to climb the fire escape, stopping outside of his apartment before collapsing to the ground outside his window. As he pulls himself into a seated position, he smiles.)
Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about the Woogieman and Kelin. Seeing as they stand in the way of that red and gold future though, they don’t really have a prayer do they? The Woogieman isn’t worth my breath, but Kelin…now Kelin is an interesting addition. Such a respectful young man. Such a…good guy. Maybe if I was a good man, I’d extend him some good luck. But now he’s standing in the same cemetery plot as Jerry and Luke. Fuck man, I’m sorry. Sorry that you gotta get cut down before you get a chance to grow. But a weed like me can’t grow where there’s grass, so you’ll just be another body in the pile.
(Redwood closes his eyes to pass out, but before he does he whispers one more sentence…)
…so this is what it’s like to be free.
(the camera fades out while Redwood passes out entirely on the fire escape outside his apartment window)
