| Subject: Going Home (rp2 for SCWF) |
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X-Rodd
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Date Posted: 20:39:34 07/18/02 Thu
(the scene opens up right where it left off. X-Rodd still stands in front of his old household, yet he isn’t sure if anyone is inside. The adrenaline surges all over his body, even to his fingertips. He knows that something paranormal is about to happen. He doesn’t care. At this point in his life caring is over. His wife is gone. He is alone. The only one he has to call a friend is Nightstalker, and God knows where he is.
He takes a drag from him Marlboro Red…
And so with that the Black Magic begins…
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(He knocks a couple times on the door. No response. The doorknob seems loose, so he turns it. The door slowly creaks open, and X-Rodd takes a step in. He walks into the room, and realizes that he had made a mistake.
There is a youth in the middle of the room, with his back turned to X-Rodd. There is no sight of anyone anywhere. He walks up to the kid, and the kid immediately turns around. He smiles, but X-Rodd’s face turns to complete shock.)
Kid: “PAPA!!!”
(The kid embraces X-Rodd tightly. X-Rodd knows not how to make of this. He looks at the kid face to face. It is like a mirrored reflection of himself… only about twenty-five years ago.)
X-Rodd: “Rodriguito?”
(The kid flashes him a toothy grin, and goes back to playing with his little action figure toys. It’s remarkable. X-Rodd remembers those toys. They’re the old school G.I. Joe’s. The ones that would eventually be thrown away upon Nicolas’ death… because after that Rodriguito became RODRIGO. A man.
X-Rodd stands up, and scavenges the domain. This doesn’t look like his abode AT ALL… but it does look familiar… in fact, if he went down this hallway there should a mi---
Oh my God…
Standing in front of X-Rodd… is the reflection of his own father… aged twenty years ago. A man whose face looked truly contented, yet also depressed. His body seemed drained, yet at the same time he seemed energized and welcome to do anything for his familia… La Familia.
But what is this supposed to MEAN… What is HAPPENING to me???
(X-Rodd looks away from the mirror, and goes back to his son… or technically himself. Suddenly, the door opens and Nicolas, Rodriguito’s eldest brother steps into the door. Nick seems to be in good spirits, until he sees his father.)
Nicolas: “What are YOU doing here?”
Good Question.
X-Rodd: “…I… I don’t know.”
(Suddenly, a Sony Cassette player falls from Nicolas’ jacket. It bounces off the floor and goes right in front of X-Rodd. Nicolas’ face turns a beet-reddish color. X-Rodd picks it up, and examines it.)
X-Rodd: “Where did you get this?”
(Nicolas looks away. One can only assume the obvious thing. They did live in Anacostia, afterall.)
X-Rodd: “You STOLE this?
Nicolas: “I found it…”
X-Rodd: “Where, next to the person who it belongs to?”
Wow… I sound like my father…
(Nicolas hesitates.)
Nicolas: “I’m sorry.”
(All X-Rodd can do is shake his head.)
X-Rodd: “For what son… getting caught? What would have you done if I didn’t know? It’s obvious that you’re looking to keep this. But you know what?”
(X-Rodd thinks for a second. He turns his head away, and then tosses the cassette player at Nicolas, who catches it.)
X-Rodd: “You’re old enough. You figure it out hijo. It’s time for you to make decisions como un HOMBRE.”
(Nicolas looks up at his father, confused. He then nods acceptingly, turns the other way, and goes to leave.)
X-Rodd: “Oya, where are you going?”
Nicolas (with his back turned to Rodd): “I’m going to do the right thing.”
(He slams the door shut. X-Rodd approaches the door to open it, but thinks twice.)
Wow… that actually WORKED…
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(Suddenly, he realizes that he’s not at home anymore. He at the beginning of the road once again. Right in front of his old house. His hand is on the doorknob. The Marlboro Red he had just been smoking is now a butt on the floor. X-Rodd sees it and steps on it. The buzz is still there. He opens the door and sees her back. The room is barely lit. There is a candle on the table in front of her. It is through this fire that X-Rodd follows the road to the lady that fills him with lust. For some reason he feels attached to her, a sense of belonging to her. He hasn’t felt this way since he saw he saw his ex-wife Ashley Eilers for the first time.)
(X-Rodd approaches Ashley. He doesn’t know if she’s awake. She sits very still, cradled like an infant. He stands right behind her and kneels down. Her blonde hair reflects the glamour of the candle. Her creamy skin accompanies the skin or color of the candle itself. X-Rodd takes a breath. Something smells good… but he doesn’t know if it’s Tragedy or the aromatherapy of the flame. He touches her shoulder.
Ashley quickly jolts around, her face cut and bleeding, and she shrieks out a cry of terror and dread.
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(Once again… the scene opens up right where it all began. His fingertips are still touching the doorknob. There is still a cigarette on the floor, now turned into a cig butt. X-Rodd shakes his head.)
Holy SH*T…
“Hey man, are you going in or what?”
WHAT THE…. IT COULDN’T BE…
(He turns around. IT IS.)
X-Rodd: “Nightstalker…. What are you DOING here?”
(Nightstalker stands face to face with X-Rodd. A hug is exchanged.)
Nightstalker: “Hello Rodd. Are you going to open it or what?”
(X-Rodd is speechless. He turns around, opens the door, and makes way for the current SCWF Champion to enter the domain. They both get in and Rodd closes the door. Nightstalker takes a good look around. He sniffs the air.)
Nightstalker: “….mmmm, smells NICE.”
X-Rodd: “Yeah, sorry about that. I think whoever left this house last forgot about the dog.”
(Night looks at X-Rodd and smiles.)
Nightstalker: “Smells like Ashley’s pussy.”
(X-Rodd scolds at Nightstalker.)
X-Rodd: “…What?”
(Nightstalker suddenly begins to laugh at X-Rodd.)
Nightstalker: “Ohhh man…. You know son, if I didn’t have Amber Blaze to f***, I definitely would’ve taken your wife Ashley for a ride she NEVER would want to end.”
…Oh my God… this can’t be REAL…
(X-Rodd suddenly grabs Nightstalker by his shirt. He continues to laugh hysterically.)
X-Rodd: “TAKE IT BACK.”
(Nightstalker continues to laugh. He suddenly kicks X-Rodd in the crotch. X-Rodd doubles over and goes to the floor.)
Nightstalker: “Motherfucker… you just HAD to come back to the SCWF, HUH?! You just COULDN’T accept the fact that I’M THE BEST in its HISTORY! You FUCKER, YOU OUGHTA DIE AND STAY DEAD! THE WORLD HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOUR LAME EXCUSE FOR A CARCASS! You think that by winning the U.S. Title you were going to BEAT ME?! HA! BITCH!”
(He kicks X-Rodd hard in the gut. X-Rodd starts to spit out blood. He felt some cracks from that last blow. The only thought in his mind is WHY…
Nightstalker goes to the kitchen, and returns with a knife. It’s rusted…. But nevertheless sharp. He kneels down to X-Rodd. A smile spreads from ear to ear.)
Night: “I’m going to enjoy this X-Rodd… and so will everyone who ever died a X-Rodd fan…”
(Night raises the blade and aims it at X-Rodd’s arm. Rodd looks at Night, and then his head becomes blurry.)
So… it all ends right here… Please take me into thy kingdom Lord…
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PSSSSSSST!!!
“….huh?”
(X-Rodd opens his eyes. He is on the floor. A cigarette burns on his forearm.)
Rodd: “AGGGGHHH!!!!”
(He takes the cigg off his arm, and looks at it. It had burned a hole in his skin and it’s become as white as powder. He grimaces. The pain is unbearable, but knowing where the pain is coming from he can now withstand it. He stands up. He’s at the bottom of the stairs at his house. He doesn’t know the time. He doesn’t care. He’s worried… worried about himself, and his sanity.)
I must do something about this…before something ELSE happens… what if I’m trapped in another nightmare right now? What if when I head to the match I suddenly lose my grop? I could WIN the match… yet NOT win it and think I did! What will I do when I see Nighstalker??? Is that what he TRULY thinks of Ashley? DAMN HIM TO HELL if that shit is true… aww shit, what the hell am I thinking…. I’m a fucking psycho…
(He looks down at the cigg butt. The ember at the end now fades to eternal black. X-Rodd steps on the cigarette. He doesn’t know what he’s going to do now…
…so he walks. Walks and walks. At this rate, he could himself into the tournament and walk all over his opponents. The only one he’s truly looking forward to is the one against Nightstalker. He knows they’re going to fight. It’s all part of THE PLAN. Whose plan? Whoever’s the one responsible for the dreams… the trauma… the curse.
X-Rodd looks back at his house. Too many bad memories… yet how many could have been false. Perhaps life is a dream that we all think of as reality. Perhaps the dreams that we see when we sleep is our glimpse into the REAL world, our REAL LIVES… The only way to know… is if one side of ourselves ceases to exist…
…and that’s when everyone meets their Creator.)
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