Post by sh17 on Apr 27, 2009 15:49:53 GMT -6
Scene opens with Vin Sin training in a pristine white-walled training room. The weights are unoccupied, as Vin is spending his time striking a heavy bag hanging in the far corner of a window wall. The bag is taking quite a beating, as Vin seems to be pounding away at it like the bag was the external personification of all his problems. He is so entranced in his ritual he does not even notice when Myke Rhines steps into the room.
Rhines: Hey man.
Vin(stops and looks at Rhines): What exactly do you want?
Rhines: I wanted to come by and apologize about last Saturday. That loss to Johnson or Jackson or whatever they call him was my fault. I should have been there to assist and guide you, and I wasn't.
Vin: You really think that is all it takes to assuage my pain, you coming in here telling me you are sorry that he could not control his trouser snake long enough to not get banned from ringside?
Rhines: Well, I also brought some DVDS reaches into his bag and fumbles around for something would you rather have Chubby Cherubs 4, Asian Overload 7, Chocolate Crammers 9...
Vin: SHUT UP! Keep your filth disks, that is not nearly enough and you know I'm not interested in that gutter trash.
Rhines: Makes me wonder what you are interested in...
Vin: Enough. You come here bearing regret. Do you want to see how I deal with my anguish? How I make myself feel better about my own short-comings?
Rhines: I'm here, why the hell not. Beats a kick in the rear.
Vin takes off his workout pads, and he and Rhines walk out of the training room. They travel down the hallway, and Vin stops the pair when they get to the end. Reaching around on the floor, Vin pulls back the carpet and reveals a trap door. He opens the door, and a staircase leading down appears in the wake of the door. The duo travels down the stairs into a room that is un-illuminated. Vin flicks the light on, and suddenly the true horror of the room comes to life. On the floor are thick green mats accentuated with pools of blood and sweat. All around the room, implements of human destruction are scattered about the dungeon. Steel chairs, dented ladders, scores upon scores of broken tables, loose thumbtacks laying on the floor, if it can harm the human body it is in this room. Rhines looks around like someone just hit him in the head with a stump.
Vin(removing his shirt): This is where I come with the agony, this is where I handle my problems. This is the only way I have found that can make me whole again.
Rhines: Come again?
Vin: All these weapons, all these pieces of wrestling warfare are the release I need and cherish. You can not imagine the shattering pang of failure I experienced on Saturday. It was like I had been crushed by sorrow, brought down by the shadows that haunt my past. Those shadows taunt me every time I fail, and they have been tormenting me since the second I was pinned. You have no idea of the crippling emotional and mental trauma I endure.
Rhines: Maybe it is just my old age, but I still do not see what you are getting at.
Vin: This is what I am "getting at". The only way to extinguish and stifle the internal fire of my emotional and physical suffering is to replace it. Replace it with searing and unrelenting physicality. Down here, I find new and even more dangerous ways to torture myself, and in the process torture others. This blood is all mine, and it is a constant reminder of why I must succeed, why it is so essential.
Rhines: Are you insane? How could you possible do this to yourself?
Vin(chuckles): Oh, I don't do it by and to myself. That would be too easy. MARCUS!
All of a sudden a large man, much taller than both Vin and Rhines emerges and makes his presence noticed in the room. However, his clothing is all black. He even has a hood to disguise his facial identity.
Rhines: Who in the hell...
Vin: I met Marcus two years ago during a stint at Team Quest. He had the same problems as I am, and when his MMA career did not produce the desired results I started teaching him how to wrestle. Now, he helps me develop new means of bodily warfare. (to Marcus) Get that light tube, wrap it in the barbed wire, and light it on fire.
Rhines: What, NO NO NO!
Vin: Yes, it will be done. Once the fire burns my flesh, the barbed wire and broken light tube punctures my skin and causes my blood to run like a river, I will be fully absolved of my sins. DO IT MARCUS, MAKE IT HURT!
The masked man is holding the flaming barbed wire light tube, and in one swift powerful motion cracks it over Vin's back. Vin screeches in pain, and fals forward on the blood-soaked mats unconscious. As he lays motionless, blood begins to trickle from his cuts and the faint smell of roasted human flesh permeates the air. Rhines watches on helplessly in horror, not knowing how to comprehend what his charge has been doing to himself.