Post by Magnus Colby on Jul 16, 2015 13:29:34 GMT -4
[The shady looking man leans up against a propped open white metal door, his eyes are beady behind the wire rim glasses he wears and his hair is slicked back into a pony tail. His pencil thin mustache is hidden behind his curled tongue as he counts a wad of money in his hands. He never looks up, he never looks at who is talking to, just keeps counting the cash in his hands. There is little doubt that a man like this could only be one of two things, a used car salesman or a wrestling promoter.]
PROMOTER: "Wow, just wow! That was some of the craziest stuff we have ever seen here. The crowd loved it man, just loved it. You really do live up to billing as one of the wicked men in all of wrestling. I know I said four hundred for the staple gun match, but the gate was a little light so I can only give you two-fifty. However, if you come back next show I can promise you five hundred and a main event spot. We could do a barbed-wire match or a chair shot match, no wait... a barbed-wire chair shot match! It'll be epic, it'll sell out the house!
How does that sound to you, Magnus?"
[The promoter puts away most of the large wad of cash in his hands safely into his jacket pocket, as he walks into the room further. Laying out on a long trainers table on his back is a large middle aged looking man who is still wearing his wrestling trunks, half of his head including one of his eyes has been bandaged completely over, blood has dried on the rest of his face and the upper part of his hairy chest. His arms has various patches where bandages have been applied, blood has soaked through some of them as well. His boots have been pulled off, and his ankles up to his shins have been wrapped heavily as well. On top of all of the cuts, scrapes and old scars this he is covered with a layer of sweat which has mixed with some of the blood for a bit of a thin coating everywhere. The man doesn't turn his head as the promoter lays the money down on the table next to where he's laying.]
PROMOTER: "I don't know how you do it Magnus, you've got to be over forty and still pulling off these blood baths. You're a God, an absolute fucking hardcore God and I can't wait until you can come back next month. Deal?"
MAGNUS: "No. This is it, I'm done."
PROMOTER: "Really man? You're retiring? You're done?"
MAGNUS: "Yeah, this was it."
PROMOTER: "Are you holding out for more money? I can go six hundred."
MAGNUS: "No, that's it. Don't call me."
PROMOTER: "Wow, that sucks. I could have used you next month, bigger house, I'll tell you what you just take some time to chill out and I'll give you a call in three weeks or so and see where you stand on the whole retirement thing. Who knows, maybe you'll have the itch again... all the boys do. None of you can stay away forever, am I right?"
[There is no response from Magnus, his uncovered bruised eye just closes as the promoter drops the money down onto the table.]
PROMOTER: "I'll get the doctor, he'll get you something for the pain. You didn't hear this from me, but if you waive some of that cash there he can hook you up with something really nice."
[Still no response from Magnus as he wipes the blood, sweat away from his eye and snorts some blood from his nose which he just collects in his hand before opening his eye again. The promoter leaves the room switching the light off in the process. With his other hand Magnus reaches for the table with the cash on it, turning his head seems out of the question at this point has his hand grabs the cash and lifts it painfully in front of his good eye before placing it back down. Just then there's a noise in the room, a beautiful female with long red hair, ample chest and nurse's attire stands at his feet, his toe nails are cracked or ripped off and there is even some dried blood between the toes which has run down to the midpoint of the foot. Hair is just about everywhere, and the redness of foot fungus can be seen. They are honestly just about the ugliest pair of feet you have ever seen, you wouldn't wish these feet on your worst enemy. Magnus cranks his neck looking up with a puzzled look on his face.]
MAGNUS: "You're the doctor?"
NURSE: "No... I'm your nurse."
MAGNUS: "Good enough."
[Slowly, she slides her fingers up the feet of Magnus and past the wrappings on his ankles and continues up towards his knees and towards his big sweaty thighs. She seems a little too excited to see them as she begins to do this, Magnus hardly reacts but seems to be caught off guard by this.]
MAGNUS: "Oh, you're that kind of nurse. I ain't got time for that... I just want something for the pain and I'm going home."
[She doesn't respond and continues to glide up the man's body with her finger tips. She slides her ample chest up to his and leans into his face with hers, her red hair dangles into his face and she licks her ruby red lips as a smile appears on her face.]
NURSE: "What do we say to the God of Death?"
[Magnus is now really confused by this, he has no response however he can't seem to get himself out of this situation as he cannot move too much around. He's much more curt with his response, he's not playing around now.]
MAGNUS: "What?"
NURSE: "We smile and say, not today. Can you smile Magnus Brutus? Can you say 'not today' with me?
[Magnus' good eye darts around the room, she's got his arms restrained, not that he could fight back with the amount of pain he seems to be right now.]
MAGNUS: "It's Colby now. Nobody has called me Magnus Brutus since..."
NURSE: "Since you were banned from Sioux City ten years, six months, five days, and thirteen hours ago. I remember it, I remember how that entire night went down and I will never forget the smiling face of Magnus Brutus I saw that night. Can I ask you a question, though?"
MAGNUS: "Ten years... fuck, I thought it was a month ago or so. Christ, you had to have been like five when that happened."
NURSE: "I was nine, actually. My birthday."
MAGNUS: "Well, that makes you legal I guess. Could you get me a..."
[At this point the nurse climbs up onto the medical table, and straddles him placing each of her red stiletto heels to the side of his head. Needless to say what the camera can't see is where Magnus' face is looking at right now. But he knows for sure if she's a natural redhead or not. She places a cigarette into his mouth cutting him off completely. She then strikes a match on the brick wall next to the medical table.]
NURSE: "A cigarette? No, Magnus Brutus. You want a Camel Turkish Royal cigarette, tapped ten times on the ground and lit with an all purpose strike match... perfect flavor to enjoy after the war you've been through."
[Magnus takes a long drag of the cigarette, and then lets the smoke roll off of his tongue and into the air, the nurse grinds down onto his waist as the smoke hits her lips and she closes her eyes and rocks back in ecstasy.]
MAGNUS: "How the hell did you know that?"
NURSE: "In two-thousand-two you gave Pro Wrestling Illustrated an interview and at the end they asked you how do you recover from such brutal matches so quickly and you responded with that exactly what I just said. Word for word."
MAGNUS: "You got a name?"
NURSE: "Phoebe."
MAGNUS: "Phoebe?"
PHOEBE: "And I'm here to take away the pain, Magnus Brutus."
MAGNUS: "Colby. I don't use the Brutus name anymore, my body can't take being Magnus Brutus."
PHOEBE: "Oh, I'm sure it can. I'm sure I will be able to get it out of you before we're all said and done."
[Magnus reaches up with his hand and she takes it with both of hers, seductively she begins to nibble on his blood covered fingers. Her eyes close and she begins to rock back and forth on his hips as she allows the big man to run his hand through her hair and down her cheek.]
MAGNUS: "My time in the ring is done. My body can no longer take the abuse, that young punk in the ring hit my spine with that fucking chair I swear to God my feet went numb. Ain't never been like that before, Phoebe. Ain't never nearly pissed my self from a damn chair shot."
[She doesn't respond, just continues to rock on his hips.]
MAGNUS: "It's time to hang up the boot and head back to Portland. Time to go home, sweetie."
[Slowly she rocks forward and begins to unzip her nurse's outfit a little bit more, she has a smile her face and looks him dead in the eyes.]
PHOEBE: "Is this good? Is this helping with the pain?"
MAGNUS: "Yes."
PHOEBE: "Then baby, you ain't done yet. You've got one more match in your body, I can feel it right now. Oh baby, can I feel it! One more match... one more match for me."
MAGNUS: "I can't feel my legs."
PHOEBE: "I can take the pain away, I can make it all go away."
[Phoebe slides down shoving her chest into Magnus' face, but even as awesome as that sounds it isn't exactly what she was talking about giving him for the pain. She raises up a pill bottle with her one hand and pops open the cap with her hand, instead of giving the pills directly to Magnus, she instead places one on her tongue and then inserts it into Magnus' mouth. The two give a really long and deep kiss. She then licks some of the dried blood which had run down his nose, and pats the old veteran on the bandages.]
PHOEBE: "There there. Now, let's talk about your return to the ring. I know a place that is coming back after a long lay off and they would excited to have someone of your veteran leadership to help them come back. Best news? It's out of Oakland, sure I know you were there back in ninety-nine, but you've never been to the Oracle Arena. I know that for sure."
MAGNUS: "Oakland's nice, but I can't... no more... I'm done."
PHOEBE: "I got you a match already against some nobody, some kid named Roy Speede. He won't have any answers for Magnus Brutus. I'm sorry, Colby. He won't have any answers for what Magnus Colby will be able to offer him."
MAGNUS: "You got me a match... no, I'm done."
PHOEBE: "Oh don't you worry about the match, I've watched every Speede match possible. I know him better than he knows himself, go ahead and ask me anything you want to know about him. When you're done with him, he won't be able to make a silver lining out of the pieces left behind."
MAGNUS: "I'm not going to fight... the room is getting fuzzy."
[Magnus' eye begins to flutter a bit and closes a couple of times, the veteran fights back and forces his eye back open and even flicks the cigarette across the room in defiance of the pain killer he has been given. He coughs up some smoke from his lungs and grits his teeth.]
MAGNUS: "What the hell did you give me?"
PHOEBE: "Does it matter? The pain's going away isn't' it? Go ahead, ask me about Roy Speede. Ask me how he likes to set up his opponent before he hits the Speede Bump. Or why don't you ask me about he doubts himself constantly, how he doesn't seem himself as great rather uses humility as a cover for his tentativeness."
MAGNUS: "The room's spinning... I couldn't care less about Roy Speede."
PHOEBE: "I know you couldn't, he's but a flea and you are the Crowned King of Wrestling. You are the Gladiator, you are Magnus Brutus! Those that do not kneel before your might will suffer your wrath and face no mercy in their judgment!"
MAGNUS: "Co... Colby. Magnus Colby."
PHOEBE: "Magnus Colby!"
MAGNUS: "One more... one more... match then."
PHOEBE: "Yes, my king!"
MAGNUS: "I... I must... rest... I must rest now."
[She dismounts the veteran and slides into the floor next to him, she rests her head onto his chest and listens to his breathing as it becomes slower and slower. Magnus' pats the top of her head before resting it on her neck.]
PHOEBE: "Before you rest, could you answer my question?"
MAGNUS: "What?"
PHOEBE: "On the night of December 19th, two-thousand and five. When you were in Sioux City and you smiled when the match was over, what did you say to the God of Death?"
[There is a pause, a long pause from Magnus, he is slowly breathing at this point just enough to get wind into his lungs and for his heart to continue to beat, but the pause allows him to save up enough extra to grin and speak one last time.]
MAGNUS: "Not today."
PHOEBE: "I always knew you did."
[With that the redhead kisses his forward and allows for his head to fall into a completely restful position. The old man's eye finally closed, and he seems totally in peace with the world. She continues to lay her head across his chest just sitting there kneeling on the floor in front of her king as the scene goes black.]
PROMOTER: "Wow, just wow! That was some of the craziest stuff we have ever seen here. The crowd loved it man, just loved it. You really do live up to billing as one of the wicked men in all of wrestling. I know I said four hundred for the staple gun match, but the gate was a little light so I can only give you two-fifty. However, if you come back next show I can promise you five hundred and a main event spot. We could do a barbed-wire match or a chair shot match, no wait... a barbed-wire chair shot match! It'll be epic, it'll sell out the house!
How does that sound to you, Magnus?"
[The promoter puts away most of the large wad of cash in his hands safely into his jacket pocket, as he walks into the room further. Laying out on a long trainers table on his back is a large middle aged looking man who is still wearing his wrestling trunks, half of his head including one of his eyes has been bandaged completely over, blood has dried on the rest of his face and the upper part of his hairy chest. His arms has various patches where bandages have been applied, blood has soaked through some of them as well. His boots have been pulled off, and his ankles up to his shins have been wrapped heavily as well. On top of all of the cuts, scrapes and old scars this he is covered with a layer of sweat which has mixed with some of the blood for a bit of a thin coating everywhere. The man doesn't turn his head as the promoter lays the money down on the table next to where he's laying.]
PROMOTER: "I don't know how you do it Magnus, you've got to be over forty and still pulling off these blood baths. You're a God, an absolute fucking hardcore God and I can't wait until you can come back next month. Deal?"
MAGNUS: "No. This is it, I'm done."
PROMOTER: "Really man? You're retiring? You're done?"
MAGNUS: "Yeah, this was it."
PROMOTER: "Are you holding out for more money? I can go six hundred."
MAGNUS: "No, that's it. Don't call me."
PROMOTER: "Wow, that sucks. I could have used you next month, bigger house, I'll tell you what you just take some time to chill out and I'll give you a call in three weeks or so and see where you stand on the whole retirement thing. Who knows, maybe you'll have the itch again... all the boys do. None of you can stay away forever, am I right?"
[There is no response from Magnus, his uncovered bruised eye just closes as the promoter drops the money down onto the table.]
PROMOTER: "I'll get the doctor, he'll get you something for the pain. You didn't hear this from me, but if you waive some of that cash there he can hook you up with something really nice."
[Still no response from Magnus as he wipes the blood, sweat away from his eye and snorts some blood from his nose which he just collects in his hand before opening his eye again. The promoter leaves the room switching the light off in the process. With his other hand Magnus reaches for the table with the cash on it, turning his head seems out of the question at this point has his hand grabs the cash and lifts it painfully in front of his good eye before placing it back down. Just then there's a noise in the room, a beautiful female with long red hair, ample chest and nurse's attire stands at his feet, his toe nails are cracked or ripped off and there is even some dried blood between the toes which has run down to the midpoint of the foot. Hair is just about everywhere, and the redness of foot fungus can be seen. They are honestly just about the ugliest pair of feet you have ever seen, you wouldn't wish these feet on your worst enemy. Magnus cranks his neck looking up with a puzzled look on his face.]
MAGNUS: "You're the doctor?"
NURSE: "No... I'm your nurse."
MAGNUS: "Good enough."
[Slowly, she slides her fingers up the feet of Magnus and past the wrappings on his ankles and continues up towards his knees and towards his big sweaty thighs. She seems a little too excited to see them as she begins to do this, Magnus hardly reacts but seems to be caught off guard by this.]
MAGNUS: "Oh, you're that kind of nurse. I ain't got time for that... I just want something for the pain and I'm going home."
[She doesn't respond and continues to glide up the man's body with her finger tips. She slides her ample chest up to his and leans into his face with hers, her red hair dangles into his face and she licks her ruby red lips as a smile appears on her face.]
NURSE: "What do we say to the God of Death?"
[Magnus is now really confused by this, he has no response however he can't seem to get himself out of this situation as he cannot move too much around. He's much more curt with his response, he's not playing around now.]
MAGNUS: "What?"
NURSE: "We smile and say, not today. Can you smile Magnus Brutus? Can you say 'not today' with me?
[Magnus' good eye darts around the room, she's got his arms restrained, not that he could fight back with the amount of pain he seems to be right now.]
MAGNUS: "It's Colby now. Nobody has called me Magnus Brutus since..."
NURSE: "Since you were banned from Sioux City ten years, six months, five days, and thirteen hours ago. I remember it, I remember how that entire night went down and I will never forget the smiling face of Magnus Brutus I saw that night. Can I ask you a question, though?"
MAGNUS: "Ten years... fuck, I thought it was a month ago or so. Christ, you had to have been like five when that happened."
NURSE: "I was nine, actually. My birthday."
MAGNUS: "Well, that makes you legal I guess. Could you get me a..."
[At this point the nurse climbs up onto the medical table, and straddles him placing each of her red stiletto heels to the side of his head. Needless to say what the camera can't see is where Magnus' face is looking at right now. But he knows for sure if she's a natural redhead or not. She places a cigarette into his mouth cutting him off completely. She then strikes a match on the brick wall next to the medical table.]
NURSE: "A cigarette? No, Magnus Brutus. You want a Camel Turkish Royal cigarette, tapped ten times on the ground and lit with an all purpose strike match... perfect flavor to enjoy after the war you've been through."
[Magnus takes a long drag of the cigarette, and then lets the smoke roll off of his tongue and into the air, the nurse grinds down onto his waist as the smoke hits her lips and she closes her eyes and rocks back in ecstasy.]
MAGNUS: "How the hell did you know that?"
NURSE: "In two-thousand-two you gave Pro Wrestling Illustrated an interview and at the end they asked you how do you recover from such brutal matches so quickly and you responded with that exactly what I just said. Word for word."
MAGNUS: "You got a name?"
NURSE: "Phoebe."
MAGNUS: "Phoebe?"
PHOEBE: "And I'm here to take away the pain, Magnus Brutus."
MAGNUS: "Colby. I don't use the Brutus name anymore, my body can't take being Magnus Brutus."
PHOEBE: "Oh, I'm sure it can. I'm sure I will be able to get it out of you before we're all said and done."
[Magnus reaches up with his hand and she takes it with both of hers, seductively she begins to nibble on his blood covered fingers. Her eyes close and she begins to rock back and forth on his hips as she allows the big man to run his hand through her hair and down her cheek.]
MAGNUS: "My time in the ring is done. My body can no longer take the abuse, that young punk in the ring hit my spine with that fucking chair I swear to God my feet went numb. Ain't never been like that before, Phoebe. Ain't never nearly pissed my self from a damn chair shot."
[She doesn't respond, just continues to rock on his hips.]
MAGNUS: "It's time to hang up the boot and head back to Portland. Time to go home, sweetie."
[Slowly she rocks forward and begins to unzip her nurse's outfit a little bit more, she has a smile her face and looks him dead in the eyes.]
PHOEBE: "Is this good? Is this helping with the pain?"
MAGNUS: "Yes."
PHOEBE: "Then baby, you ain't done yet. You've got one more match in your body, I can feel it right now. Oh baby, can I feel it! One more match... one more match for me."
MAGNUS: "I can't feel my legs."
PHOEBE: "I can take the pain away, I can make it all go away."
[Phoebe slides down shoving her chest into Magnus' face, but even as awesome as that sounds it isn't exactly what she was talking about giving him for the pain. She raises up a pill bottle with her one hand and pops open the cap with her hand, instead of giving the pills directly to Magnus, she instead places one on her tongue and then inserts it into Magnus' mouth. The two give a really long and deep kiss. She then licks some of the dried blood which had run down his nose, and pats the old veteran on the bandages.]
PHOEBE: "There there. Now, let's talk about your return to the ring. I know a place that is coming back after a long lay off and they would excited to have someone of your veteran leadership to help them come back. Best news? It's out of Oakland, sure I know you were there back in ninety-nine, but you've never been to the Oracle Arena. I know that for sure."
MAGNUS: "Oakland's nice, but I can't... no more... I'm done."
PHOEBE: "I got you a match already against some nobody, some kid named Roy Speede. He won't have any answers for Magnus Brutus. I'm sorry, Colby. He won't have any answers for what Magnus Colby will be able to offer him."
MAGNUS: "You got me a match... no, I'm done."
PHOEBE: "Oh don't you worry about the match, I've watched every Speede match possible. I know him better than he knows himself, go ahead and ask me anything you want to know about him. When you're done with him, he won't be able to make a silver lining out of the pieces left behind."
MAGNUS: "I'm not going to fight... the room is getting fuzzy."
[Magnus' eye begins to flutter a bit and closes a couple of times, the veteran fights back and forces his eye back open and even flicks the cigarette across the room in defiance of the pain killer he has been given. He coughs up some smoke from his lungs and grits his teeth.]
MAGNUS: "What the hell did you give me?"
PHOEBE: "Does it matter? The pain's going away isn't' it? Go ahead, ask me about Roy Speede. Ask me how he likes to set up his opponent before he hits the Speede Bump. Or why don't you ask me about he doubts himself constantly, how he doesn't seem himself as great rather uses humility as a cover for his tentativeness."
MAGNUS: "The room's spinning... I couldn't care less about Roy Speede."
PHOEBE: "I know you couldn't, he's but a flea and you are the Crowned King of Wrestling. You are the Gladiator, you are Magnus Brutus! Those that do not kneel before your might will suffer your wrath and face no mercy in their judgment!"
MAGNUS: "Co... Colby. Magnus Colby."
PHOEBE: "Magnus Colby!"
MAGNUS: "One more... one more... match then."
PHOEBE: "Yes, my king!"
MAGNUS: "I... I must... rest... I must rest now."
[She dismounts the veteran and slides into the floor next to him, she rests her head onto his chest and listens to his breathing as it becomes slower and slower. Magnus' pats the top of her head before resting it on her neck.]
PHOEBE: "Before you rest, could you answer my question?"
MAGNUS: "What?"
PHOEBE: "On the night of December 19th, two-thousand and five. When you were in Sioux City and you smiled when the match was over, what did you say to the God of Death?"
[There is a pause, a long pause from Magnus, he is slowly breathing at this point just enough to get wind into his lungs and for his heart to continue to beat, but the pause allows him to save up enough extra to grin and speak one last time.]
MAGNUS: "Not today."
PHOEBE: "I always knew you did."
[With that the redhead kisses his forward and allows for his head to fall into a completely restful position. The old man's eye finally closed, and he seems totally in peace with the world. She continues to lay her head across his chest just sitting there kneeling on the floor in front of her king as the scene goes black.]
