Post by Magnus Colby on Jul 4, 2015 19:02:08 GMT -8
VOICE: Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies, farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain...
[Quint's song from 'Jaws' never sounded so dead on, still the voice continues to sing.]
VOICE: For we have received orders, for to sail to Boston.
[Fade in from black, the voice belongs to Magnus Colby who sits in a large bath tub filled with ice and water. His arms hang out from each side of the tub, one of his hands clutch the last remains of a beer can, besides the tub there are four other cans. As he continues to sing in the tub he takes another swig from the can and tosses it to the side with a chuckle and then continues his song.]
MAGNUS: And so nevermore shall we see you again...
[He ends the song and follows that up with a short but disturbing chuckle. Then to someone unseen he begins to speak in his normal chewing on glass and gravel voice.]
MAGNUS: ...and that one is for you darling. But don't you get used to me singing to you or go signing me up for one of them singing contest shows, I only do that when I'm five beers into a six pack. Speaking of which, perhaps you should brace these icy waters and attempt to fish out my last beer.
[Magnus seems to be in good spirits, which is odd considering how his debut in Golden Gate Wrestling went. To his right sits Phoebe who is wearing the very same nurse's outfit we last saw her in, the top buttons are open and she is nearly falling out of her outfit as she leans forward and fishes her hand into the cold waters which Magnus seems oddly comfortable sitting. After a couple of moments she pulls out the six ring plastic binder with the last beer dangling from it. Magnus grabs her hand.]
MAGNUS: I failed ya, didn't I? I'm drinking ice bath beer from cans when we should be drinking champaign from a cup. And so I failed ya, darling. I couldn't stop myself, I couldn't stop from wanting to choke the life out from the body of that young pup so badly and so I failed ya. I'm sorry. You deserve better. You deserve a champion. You de--
[Phoebe places a finger over the mouth of Magnus hushing him mid rambling thought. He's obviously intoxicated and cannot complete a thought, so she leans close to his ear and rubs her hands through his curly hair on the top of his head and the hairs that stick on his beard. She bites down on his ear before she begins to speak into it.]
PHOEBE: Baby, my Cuddly Bear, you can never fail me. You might not have won the cup, but you made an impact. You turned Wolf Parker into your little bitch, you showed him and the rest of the world that you are the alpha dog of the pack. And when you squeezed your hands around his throat? Oh my, did my heart ever race. No baby, you didn't fail and we have so much more to do now.
[Magnus cracks the last beer.]
MAGNUS: ...now what?
PHOEBE: Now it's time to show the world why you're the one to be feared, why they need to tremble before youa and why they need to kneel before the one true Crowned King of Wrestling. Now it is time you dominate.
[Magnus takes another swig of beer and chuckles a little bit, he takes a moment to think about what Phoebe has said and allow for it to be processed as the beer is probably making it a bit more time consuming than normal for him.]
MAGNUS: You want me to stay around, don't ya lass? I told ya, I don't have much let in me princess. This old bag of bones is ready to just to itself back to home and plant down in front a television for the rest of its days. Which I can't imagine that there are too many of those left in me either. It's time... it's time...
PHOEBE: No, my king. You have plenty of left in you, I know it.
MAGNUS: The pain darling. The pain...
PHOEBE: Shhh... I'll always take care of the pain, you just need to do the rest.
[Again she rolls a red pill in her fingers and lowers it down into Magnus' throat to which he chases with another swig of the beer in his hand.]
PHOEBE: Good, good. No more pain, and then another match.
MAGNUS: Another match?
PHOEBE: Yes, Matt Ward. A nobody from Chicago, nothing to worry about. You'll do to him what you did back to that other guy from Chicago, the clown make-up wearing guy, remember him?
[Magnus cracks a smile.]
MAGNUS: That was in Sioux City, nineteen ninety five maybe ninety six. He gave me this scar right here down the side of my neck...
[Magnus runs his massive finger down the side of his neck where this is at least a ten inch scar running down there. It has faded with the twenty years which has passed since it was fresh, but there is still a significant amount of scar tissue therer to give you a sense of how bad it once was. Phoebe, runs her tonuge up and down that scar line as Magnus just sits there with his eyes closed.]
PHOEBE: Tell me the story again.
MAGNUS: Of the clown?
PHOEBE: Yes.
MAGNUS: You like that story, don't you lass?
PHOEBE: Very much, my king.
[His mind drifts and his voice becomes very soft as he drifts along with the ice water.]
MAGNUS: There we were, Sioux City. This had been the end of a long stretch of the Midwest, we ran near the bigger cities we ran in some of the smaller cities, but Sioux City had been a hot town for us. I say we stuffed at least four thousand fans into that shit hole of an arena, I can't remember its name now but I remember how the water from the showers would pool in the locker room as you sat there waiting your turn. And when you did get your chance to walk towards the ring, you'd pass at least three or four sets of rats eating the catering.
To add to all of this, I was told that a new guy was being brought in for me, some kid from Chicago with a nasty attitude and a taste for blood. Not to mention he thought he was that serial killer from Chicago... what's his face? Garvey? No, Gacy. The Killer Clown he called himself. We go out there and do our thing, normal match nothing too crazy for the Midwest and Sioux City had a strict no blood policy at the time. So, we're out there for a good ten minutes when the clown decided to hit me across the back of the head with a light-bulb, not one of the round ones found in a lamp but a long one. He was going for my skull, but hit me across the side of the neck and dragged it downwards opening me up right there.
[For a second time he drags his fingers along the side of his neck. His eyes never opening once during his story, Phoebe as close as possible without being inside the bathtub with him.]
MAGNUS: I grabbed my neck, the crowd screamed in horror as the blood rushed down. That clown stood there with a grin on his damn face, dumb ass kid. Security started coming to the ring as the bell rang due to the blood in the ring, but I wasn't done. I wasn't about to let that be the end of my tour. The clown had to learn his lesson, and I wasn't 'bout to be the only one bleeding out there.
PHOEBE: This is my favorite part!
MAGNUS: I know... so I picked up whatever glass I could, and down is damn throat. Held my hand over his mouth until I could hear the crunching, that clown ended up eating more glass than I have ever thought possible. He wasn't smirking any longer after that. Sure enough, I ain't been allowed back into Sioux City since that day.
PHOEBE: That's what I want to see, Matt Ward eat glass. The world needs Magnus Brutus.
[That name seemed to have struck something in the memory of Magnus. He thinks about it for a moment and then sort of chuckles a bit.]
MAGNUS: Ain't heard that name in a long time. They ain't called me that in forever.
PHOEBE: They fear hearing that name.
MAGNUS: I fear hearing that name. Magnus Brutus is long gone, sweetpea. Long, long gone and hopefully buried deep into the ground.
PHOEBE: As you wish.
[Magnus' eyes begin to get heavier and heavier. Slowly he finished the last of his beer and drops the can off to the side of the tub. Phoebe gives her man one last long kiss before standing up and beginning to walk out of the room. A smile appears on the face of Magnus once again and he begins to sing once again.]
MAGNUS: Farewell and adieu to you fair red headed lady, farewell and adieu to you, lady of red... For we have received orders, for to sail to Boston.
[The screen begins to fade to black as Magnus begins to slow down completely, still nearly up to the bottom of his neck in the ice water bath he has been taking. Seems as if the pill and the beer have kicked in.]
MAGNUS: And so nevermore shall we see you again...
[End.]