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| St.
Michaels Hospital Breeze
is lying in hospital, on a hard bed with just a table next to him. On the
table there is a cup of water and a telephone.
He decides to telephone Sett to see if he is conscious yet Sett:
Hello? Breeze:
Ryan Sett:
James. You should turn the television on now Breeze:
Why? Sett:
Just do it Breeze
hesitates:
Okay Breeze
turns on the television to see Jareth get ready to talk Breeze
watches the interview, it finishes Sett:
So what did you think? Breeze:
He’s got a good grip on reality, he talks the truth, wanting money to earn a
good living is always a good incentive to win. Sett:
And what you think of him in the ring, you have seen him fight? Breeze:
He’s good, very good but he is wrong about a few things though Sett:
Like what? Breeze:
Like he keeps telling me that my mind is not focused on him, how would he
know. Anway maybe he thinks I have no room in my head for him but I do take
him seriously, I know he’s good. I never said he wasn’t but I am going to
win and he will see I am better Sett:
He thinks you will meet again Breeze:
We probably will and then he can try again, I got this good today by trying so
I respect him for that, he seems like an alright guy, you don’t necessarily
have to say to him that I said that. Sett
laughs:
And as for the Social Misfit? Breeze
laughs: He’s funny, it would be nice to meet him, I seem to have picked up
an irrational hatred for him, when we meet I really am going to try and injure
the little bastard, anyway you Recovering? Sett:
As well as possible. You? Breeze:
Oh I'm well; I won't forget this cut under my eye Sett:
I don't think I can forget about most of these cuts I've earned. Breeze:
Good. Any scars? Sett:
A few, a few. Breeze:
Good, that brings me immense joy Sett:
I knew it would. Breeze:
Do you hate me, yet? Sett:
Oh..Maybe. Maybe in the loosest
sense of the term. Breeze:
I have goose bumps after you telling me that Sett:
Calm down, buddy, you're scaring me. Breeze:
Good, you think that was Breeze. If I had not suffered a concussion a few days
before then I wouldn't have collapsed at the end. You still would have and
then I would have cut you from toe to forehead. You're lucky. Don't call me
buddy Sett:
You assume too much, Breeze. Breeze:
Maybe it's you that assumes too much. I have took the journey and survived
Sett Sett:
Have I not felt your hate? Am I
not still here today? Breeze:
You collapsed. I know about your situation. You have to have stitches in 8
places and there are more holes in you than on a golf course Sett:
Of course...but how are you? Breeze
tries to twist to his side but groans Breeze:
Fine, fine Sett:
Point is made, then. We both let
it all out, and we're still here. What
does that say? Breeze:
You aren't better than me Sett:
And you're not better than me, either. Breeze:
I wasn't at my best and you used that damned silver dagger on me Breeze:
That hit will make a scar, a faint one but a scar. It will be with me for the
rest of my life, you bastard! Sett:
And what better way to remember me by Breeze:
What about that scar on your the back of your neck, how is that doing? Sett
brings up a hand to his neck. Sett:
It's doing fine...just fine. Breeze's
eyes narrows: What kind of question is that? Sett:
I guess it's not one. Good luck.
Jareth'll be at one hundred percent, you know. Breeze:
And I won't? Breeze:
Don't wish me good luck; you shove your good lucks up your ass Sett:
Yes, yes, I should have expected as much from you. Breeze:
Well good, next time you try and tell me good luck you'll know not to Sett:
Okay, I won't. So dammit, are you
going to be 100% or not? Breeze:
No, but I'll be well enough to wrestle Sett:
Are you so sure? Breeze:
The doctors are, that Doctor from the private hospital made the trip over here
to see me. I wonder how he got here? Sett:
Who knows? Sett
smiles. Breeze:
Stop trying to be everyone's friend and why are you helping me anyway Sett:
I thought you might want the help. Sett:
That's all. Breeze:
I know there's something behind this, you're planning something and I don't
want any help, stop diminishing my victory. I will do it on my own just like
everyone else. Sett:
You couldn't do it on your own, not in the state you're in. Breeze:
And why am I in this state? Sett:
I put you there. Breeze
laughs down the phone: You and Fudge put me there, if I hadn't been weakened
you would have two broken legs by now Sett:
Keep dreaming, James. I'm not the
one who has to keep their game up. Breeze:
Damn You! Sett:
What's wrong, Breeze? Have I
finally gotten to you? Are you
broken? Are you MAD at me? Breeze:
I am far from broken Sett:
Good, good. I wouldn't want one
of my wrestlers broken before their first match. Breeze:
I am not your wrestler Sett:
Then what are you? Breeze:
I am a wrestler, but I don't belong to you, I belong to the HWA. You may be
president but you have no control over me Sett:
Is that so? Who puts you in
matches, Breeze? Who's the one
who will give you those title shots I know you want? Breeze:
You put me in any match you want, one with you would do nicely Sett:
What would that help? Breeze:
What harm would it do? Sett
looks down at his battered body. Sett:
Oh, only harm in the physical kind. Breeze:
On you or me, boy? Sett:
Take a look at yourself and answer that question for you. Breeze:
I told you, Fudge weakened me that's why I collapsed Sett:
You always make excuses. Breeze:
I don't make excuses, I state facts Sett:
Of course, of course. So what is it you want? Breeze:
I wanted to see if you suffered at my hands, you seem to have an impressive
record and the HWA superstars adore you, what did the mighty Sett retrieve
from mere me Sett:
Just more bumps, bruises and scars to add to my collection.
All in a days work. Nothing
new. Is that what you wanted to hear? Breeze
grunts:
Well next time I'll finish the job Sett
laughs:
If an entire underground crime syndicate couldn't do the job, what makes you
think you can? Breeze:
Cut your crap, it ain't the past that counts its the future, and there only is
sweat, tears, blood and me in your future There
is a knock on the door and Breeze looks towards it. A nurse enters Nurse:
Excuse me someone to see you Mr. Breeze Breeze
holds up the phone: Sett? Sett:
Yeah? Breeze:
Someone is here to see me, let me get rid of them first Sett
grins. Sett:
Go for it. Breeze:
I will Sett: Who is it? Breeze
goes to hang up Breeze:
I'll tell you in a minute Sett:
Okay. Breeze
looks through the doorway and gasps. The gasp clearly audible to Sett Sett:
Who is it? Who is it?! Breeze
cannot move Sett:
Breeze...who is it? Breeze:
It's... It's... Sett:
Who is it? Who is it?! Breeze:
It's... It's... Sett:
Spit it out...who? Breeze:
It's Fudge Sett
laughs. Sett:
Have fun Sett:
Wait, I have a suggestion. Put me on speakerphone. Breeze:
What!? Breeze
then does so Breeze
stares at Fudge remembering his one glimmer between the chair shots and the
hospital bed. That was the face of Fudge, a bad dream, he thought. A
nightmare. Fudge:
Feeling better, BUDDY? Breeze
stares with hateful eyes at Fudge Breeze:
You here to finish me off, then It
wasn't exactly a question. But an accusation Fudge:
Oh I wish it was that simple... But its not Breeze:
Why is it not? Fudge:
I wanna kick your ass IN the ring... I want the World Title too, why should I
cost myself that... For YOU Breeze:
Sett has cut off that rule; we can do what we want now Sett:
Yes I did say that, if I do remember correctly Sett
laughs Fudge:
Save it for the ring Breeze... Oh let me judge your next words and answer
before you ask... No I ain’t scared.. Breeze:
I was going to call you stupid actually, if the tables were turned I'd be
ripping out the tubes going up your arms and then I'd rip all the stitches off
your body Sett:
He's aggressive, eh Fudge? Fudge:
Oh.. That’s right... You wish you were me, don’t you? The tables aren’t
turned though are they Breeze.. And I ain’t gonna take advantage of an
already beaten man... Fudge
grins... Fudge:
Yeah... He thinks he is.. Breeze
snaps: Shut up Sett! Sett
laughs Breeze:
I am far from beaten Fudge Fudge
steps forward and leans into Breezes face who can’t move enough to hit him Fudge:
You have no Idea how close you are... Breeze
snarls back: Tell me Fudge:
Look into my eyes.... That’s.... How... Close... Breeze
laughs: That ain’t nearly close enough to worry me Fudge
steps backwards and laughs, looking at the morphine that’s being pumped into
Breeze to ease pain Fudge:
Then they must have you on some heavy shit, man Breeze:
I need this so I can fight at Redemption, you jackass! Sett:
Yeah, he's right, I have it too Fudge:
Why? I have never had anything to
ease my pain and I have been told not to compete more times than I can
count... Tell me Breeze... Who was it that REALLY made you end up here? Sett:
It was me Fudge!! Fudge:
Sett.. I wasn’t talking to you... Breeze:
You tell me Stephen, who put me here? Fudge:
Call me that again... I dare you... I fucking dare you... Breeze:
Maybe you helped put me here. Breeze
waits a few seconds Breeze:
Stephen Fudge
dives at Breeze and grabs hit throat Fudge:
You wanna go... Lets go... How bout you use that desire to get your ass up and
fight me, bitch! Sett:
What's going on in there!? Breeze
struggles to get up but then a nurse comes in Nurse:
You must stay down Mr. Breeze, you are not out of any immediate danger. What
is going on here anyway? Breeze
stares at Fudge for a moment Breeze:
Nothing Fudge:
Nothing Breeze:
Don't interrupt again, you may leave The
nurse stares at Fudge then walks out of the room Sett
laughs again Fudge
sits down on a chair and rests his feet on Breezes bed, taking a sip of
BREEZE'S water Fudge:
That’s some good water... But the bed feels like a rock Breeze
grunts Breeze:
It is Sett:
Nice Fudge Fudge:
Can’t you get a new one, I’m so uncomfortable.. Sett
laughs even louder Breeze:
You taunt a helpless man Fudge, fine, what goes around, come around Fudge:
It won’t come back at me... When was the last time you saw me in a hospital
bed? In fact why not ask Sett.. Sett:
Nope, I've never seen him in a hospital bed Breeze:
Goodbye Sett Sett:
Wait let me listen Sett
laughs as Breeze puts the phone down Fudge:
Do you treat all your friends that way? Breeze:
He isn't my friend Fudge:
Oh come on now... I have seen him pushing you around the hospital in that
wheelchair.... Breeze
lowers his head unable to speak Breeze:
Will you do me a small favour Stephen? Fudge:
Stop calling me that..... Name the favour... I'll see what I can do Breeze:
Take this chain from around my neck Fudge
leans down and touches one Fudge:
This one... Breeze:
No, the other one Fudge
touches the other Fudge:
This one? Breeze
nods his face slightly sad Fudge:
.... Okay... Fudge
seems to be removing the chain then takes a step back Fudge:
I ain’t taking that off... Breeze:
Take it off Fudge:
No... Take it off yourself... Fudge's
head drops, his eyes possibly filling with tears, but why?
What was that chain? Breeze:
Take the chain off Breeze
almost screams Fudge
raises his head... His face is clear... Fudge:
FINE! This is YOUR choice!! Fudge
reaches down toward Breeze and slowly removes the chain then looks at it, with
remorse and regret all over his face Breeze
turns his face from Fudge's gaze while he does this, a single tear in his eye Fudge
moves toward the dresser beside Breeze's bed, and rests the chain on it,
placing it gently down. Fudge
then takes a step back and sits in the chair Before
doing so, he reads it to himself To James I will be with you as your closest
friend and most loved brother... always Stephen Fudge
then looks down towards his own, similar words written onto it Breeze:
I thought you hated to be called Stephen... Fudge:
That was the one exception... Fudge
turns away from Breeze, reading the inscription on his own chain "To
Stephen I'll be right behind you watching your back as a friend and a brother
till the end of days... Always James" Fudge's
face turns white as he sits on the chair in disbelief Breeze
doesn't look at Fudge but instead away from him Fudge:
Remember when we bought those.... Fudge
turns to face Breeze Breeze:
Of course.. I mean, I don't want to talk about it Fudge:
We saw those and the jewellery store said they were a set, and had to have
inscriptions in them, and we made the perfect sayings up... remember? Fudge
pauses Fudge:
They fit together and make an F and a B, that’s how we had them customized,
I never thought you'd take it off.... Fudge
then removes his own slowly... Fudge:
Or me.. Breeze
speaks before he thinks Breeze:
No Fudge
places his chain next to Breezes on the dresser Fudge:
What do you mean no, it’s done.. Breeze:
I meant no, I don't remember when we bought them Fudge
doesn’t seem convinced Fudge:
Okay... Well since you paid... They are both there for you to admire Breeze
doesn't speak and neither does Fudge, they both stand there for a long time Fudge:
That’s something less to be weighing me down when I'm taking back the World
Title on Sunday... Fudges
emotions got the better of him, but he seems to have taken control of himself
again Fudge:
And when I kick your ass Breeze
doesn't answer Fudge:
I mean damn... The amount of time I have worn that thing.... It’s kinda... Fudge
hasn’t even got words to finish what he started, it’s too hard Fudge:
Never mind Breeze
finally looks up Breeze:
You know why I really hate you don't you, the real reason I mean Fudge
nods Breeze:
And you also know that because of it we can never become anything more than
enemies because of it? Fudge:
Yes.... Breeze:
Breeze looks away from Fudge Breeze:
They were the only things holding me back, now it is completely over, you know
that now. I don't want you holding back when we come to meet, I hope you'll
respect me that much, do you understand Fudge:
....I understand that... Breeze
turns his head even further away from Fudge so he can't see him Breeze:
Then goodbye Stephen Fudge:
But.... Fudge
pauses and drops his head Fudge:
.... Goodbye, James They
both stand there for a long time Breeze:
Will you take those two amulets from the room when you leave I can't bare to
look at them Fudge:
No... Breeze:
They're knocking me sick Fudge:
I don’t care... I don’t want them... They mean shit to me... Both
clearly in denial stand there Breeze:
Well tell the damn nurse to do it when you leave Fudge
walks out the room tears in his eyes Breeze
also faces the door once Fudge leaves, salt water running down his cheeks Breeze:
Oh Fudge, one more thing Fudge:
What? Fudge
says without turning round Breeze:
You've brought this on yourself Fudge
walks out slamming the door, he as quick word with the nurse Fudge:
Those
chains give him bad luck, take them away from him
The
nurse enters the room She
takes the amulets away from Breeze, Breeze is about to say something but then
stops The
nurse takes the amulets outside Fudge:
Give them to me Nurse:
What? Fudge:
Give
them to me? Fudge:
The Chains.... The
nurse obediently hands them over Fudge:
Don't tell Breeze or I'll have your ass fired The
nurse nods:
Yes sir, Yes sir Fudge
grabs the amulets and puts them into his pocket Breeze
is left in the room, his face with a look deep depression and tears still
streaking down his eyes Breeze:
It is over He
says quietly to himself Breeze:
IT IS OVER!!! He
shouts Fudge
hears the shout as he walks away Fudge:
It is FADE TO BLACK |