Post by Douglas Crane on Mar 16, 2022 22:58:56 GMT -5
The scene opens at night at what appears to be a crime scene. There are multiple police vehicles, an ambulance and even a firetruck all with their lights flashing. The police have set up a perimeter using the yellow ‘do not cross’ tape and there are many onlookers trying to get a glimpse of what is going on. They can’t tell much from where they are, but we can, because we are inside the taped area, looking at an upside-down vehicle, a dark Lamborghini Huracan Evo, or what’s left of it. If you have been paying attention, you recognize that vehicle as one belonging to Douglas Crane, or at least, one of his personalities. Not to far from it, you see a couple of detectives looking down a body of a man who, while face down, we can see the side of his face which looks very much like Douglas Crane. His eyes, or at least the eye we can see, is wide open, staring into the darkness. He has a single bullet hole in his head and dried up blood covers must of his hair and neck. We catch on the detective’s conversations.
So what you are saying is, this guy was running away from someone?
Driving.
Right, crashed, but managed to survive and as he was crawling away someone put a bullet in his head?
I mean that’s the obvious scenario here, could be more elaborate than that, but they say the simplest answer is the right one.
Yeah, what a waste of a nice tuxedo too.
Must have been at some fancy party, have one of the officers find out about all the black-tie parties in the area tonight, hopefully there aren’t many and we can start connecting the dots.
Will do, and you said nothing was taken from him?
Nope. They found some cash on his pocket, a flier for some wrestling event happening in Mexico and that’s it.
That’s some weird shit.
It sure is, alright, go handle the party thing, I’m going to go look inside the car again and see what I can find.
The detective nods and heads towards a group of cops while the other one goes towards what’s left of the Evo. As the two walk away, someone from forensics is taking pictures, and as the flash goes off, lighting the area ever so briefly, we see the silhouette of another man in the darkness, right where the dead Crane is staring. As the flashes go off, we get a better look at the man standing there, and he is also Douglas Crane, but the one the wears the red apron, the one known as the monstrosity. The scene starts to flicker, static trying to break through and as it does, Crane disappears and the man who is laying on the floor doesn’t look like Crane anymore, just some random John Doe.
Douglas Crane, dressed in his usual street clothes sits in a rocking chair across from an old mirror. The room looks old, from colonial times, where the only light in it emits from a couple of old lamps still using the yellow light bulbs with low wattage. He is talking on an old, beige rotary phone which sits in a table next to his chair.
Yes, doctor, that is correct, I eliminated another one. No, I cannot come in for another session, I am in Mexico at the moment for the next Project Honor event, March of Champions. That is why I called you, you wanted me to report whenever something happened that would help you in my case and so I did. So, what do I mean exactly? I mean that the one you met that called himself The Rich Ricardo, the one who said he didn’t believe we existed or that he was even sick, is no more. Yes, I can do that. Well, not me per say, one of us has a particular set of skills, skills we have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make us a nightmare for -no, yes, of course I know that is from a movie, but that also happens to be true for Mr. M. Yes, the Monstrosity. Listen, your sessions aren’t helping much, so we have taken matters into our hands. Our handler, yes, The Valet, believes this is the best way to get us to refocus and take control. The less of us the better, and if we’re frank, Ricardo was one of the most useless of us and if he couldn’t even embrace his identity, then why even be here. I feel fine, thank you for asking. Yes, this is Mr. Personality, no, The Grappler is training right now for the big title opportunity we have been gifted, no, not that title, the Grand Championship actually. Yes, I know, we are surprised as well; the Warrior Rising has always been our goal but we will not turn down any opportunities at any gold. Anyway doctor, I have to go, but just wanted to report this is and huh? How do you know about the hotel keys? Yes, we did collect the one from Mr. Personality, but no, I cannot tell you more about that, frankly, you shouldn’t even know about that. Who told you? Tell me... Doctor, please, I must know… Doctor? Hello? DOCTOR?!
Crane slams the receiver down on the phone and then shoves the table away. He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration and then looks at the mirror across from him.
How does she know about the hotel keys?
In the mirror, we do not see his reflection, but instead, we see a wrestling ring, the ropes are red, white and green and on the black apron the words “Lucha Libre Mexicana” are written in white lettering. Douglas Crane just finished delivering a spinebuster on some unknown wrestlers and looks towards himself on the rocking chair. He walks over and leans on the ropes; just then, from behind him, the Monstrosity creeps in on his down opponent and quickly wraps him up in his cobra clutch finisher. He rocks back and forth, but doesn’t scream like he usually does, likely because he is released at the moment. The Crane on the ropes tilts his head back, looking at The Monstrosity and shakes his head. He then looks back at Crane in the ‘real world’ and answers him.
Probably because Rich Ricardo told her, but now that we have taken care of that problem, we don’t have to worry about anyone else talking to her. If she asks again, just make up something.
OK, will do. So how is the training going?
Eh, it’s alright, the local talent here in Cancun is not great, really wish Project Honor would have gone to a real city in Mexico where lucha libre is really thriving and rich in history. But here in Cancun, which is the Americanized version of Mexico, the talent pool is lacking. But anyway, not sure that anything we do can really help us prepare for that ridiculousness they have us involved in.
Douglas stops rocking in his chair and leans in.
Ridiculousness? What do you mean?
Look, getting a chance to fight Arata Asakura for the Grand Championship is a very nice surprise, that man has tenure here in this promotion and has done some amazing thing. For me, getting in the ring with him will be the highlight of my career-our career. But what they are having us do to earn the title shot is downright insulting and definitely do not play to our strength.
Douglas sits back on the chair and begins rocking again.
How bad can it be? Don’t you miss Spring Break?
We hate spring break.
Not all of us do.
I HATE SPRING BREAK!
See?
Look at it this way, it is a way to show the fans a different side of Douglas Crane. We can show them that we are not the psycho everyone thinks we are; we can show them we are not the freak the announcers keep saying we are. Who knows, we may win the Cannonball Dive, we are very coordinate and can handle our liquior, so Beer Pong shouldn’t be an issue. Now the Wet T-Shirt Contest we may lose since they have a few women in this match like Diana and Stella Jade, and Officer Greyfield, who after wrestling him last show we can confirm has some great tits.
Be serious, get serious. We are not sports entertainers, we are wrestlers. We are here in Project Honor exactly for that, the honor that comes with wrestling in one of the greatest promotions in the world. We don’t belong in this clown show, guys like Serrano Poblano and John Blade do, but not us.
Look at it this way, it is just a means to an end. We play their little games, do enough to win and then we have a very real, and very serious title opportunity. The Grand Championship is the top title in Proving Ground, if we win that, we don’t have to work away up from the Warrior Rising to the X-Factor to get here. Think of it as a fast pass to the top.
Arata Asakura won’t be easy.
I know, but we are not here because it is easy, we are here because we want to earn everything we get. That is why you are down there practicing the craft we love and respect. We have been gifted a great opportunity, let’s just play ball, win the triathlon and then go after that title.
The Crane leaning on the ropes nods and then turns, heading towards the monstrosity who has had the Mexican wrestler trapped this whole time. The Grappler grabs Mr. M. by his hair and pulls him off, and it is then we hear those screams we have become familiar with during his matches.
Release me! Release me!
Douglas, the one sitting on the rocking chair, stands up.
On Friday, we will Mr. M.
He walks past the mirror and heads for a door which has its wooden blinds closed right now. He grabs the handle of each one and parts them, revealing a balcony. He walks towards it and then takes in the site below, he is in downtown Cancun, not the tourist side, but where the locals live. He looks down from the balcony of the meson he is staying in, at a town square where many colorful lights have been set up and some sort of fiesta is going on. He looks on intently at the people dancing, eating, having a great time. He stops at the Mariachi band, as the man playing the violin grabs his attention, why? It is himself.
What the? We don’t have a Mariachi Crane, this is getting ridiculous.
He jumps off the balcony, it’s only one floor, but still. Some of the locals jump out of the way while others scream as they see this big white man come out of nowhere. Crane disappears in the crowd, as he goes to look for what he saw, or thinks he saw.
So what you are saying is, this guy was running away from someone?
Driving.
Right, crashed, but managed to survive and as he was crawling away someone put a bullet in his head?
I mean that’s the obvious scenario here, could be more elaborate than that, but they say the simplest answer is the right one.
Yeah, what a waste of a nice tuxedo too.
Must have been at some fancy party, have one of the officers find out about all the black-tie parties in the area tonight, hopefully there aren’t many and we can start connecting the dots.
Will do, and you said nothing was taken from him?
Nope. They found some cash on his pocket, a flier for some wrestling event happening in Mexico and that’s it.
That’s some weird shit.
It sure is, alright, go handle the party thing, I’m going to go look inside the car again and see what I can find.
The detective nods and heads towards a group of cops while the other one goes towards what’s left of the Evo. As the two walk away, someone from forensics is taking pictures, and as the flash goes off, lighting the area ever so briefly, we see the silhouette of another man in the darkness, right where the dead Crane is staring. As the flashes go off, we get a better look at the man standing there, and he is also Douglas Crane, but the one the wears the red apron, the one known as the monstrosity. The scene starts to flicker, static trying to break through and as it does, Crane disappears and the man who is laying on the floor doesn’t look like Crane anymore, just some random John Doe.
Douglas Crane, dressed in his usual street clothes sits in a rocking chair across from an old mirror. The room looks old, from colonial times, where the only light in it emits from a couple of old lamps still using the yellow light bulbs with low wattage. He is talking on an old, beige rotary phone which sits in a table next to his chair.
Yes, doctor, that is correct, I eliminated another one. No, I cannot come in for another session, I am in Mexico at the moment for the next Project Honor event, March of Champions. That is why I called you, you wanted me to report whenever something happened that would help you in my case and so I did. So, what do I mean exactly? I mean that the one you met that called himself The Rich Ricardo, the one who said he didn’t believe we existed or that he was even sick, is no more. Yes, I can do that. Well, not me per say, one of us has a particular set of skills, skills we have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make us a nightmare for -no, yes, of course I know that is from a movie, but that also happens to be true for Mr. M. Yes, the Monstrosity. Listen, your sessions aren’t helping much, so we have taken matters into our hands. Our handler, yes, The Valet, believes this is the best way to get us to refocus and take control. The less of us the better, and if we’re frank, Ricardo was one of the most useless of us and if he couldn’t even embrace his identity, then why even be here. I feel fine, thank you for asking. Yes, this is Mr. Personality, no, The Grappler is training right now for the big title opportunity we have been gifted, no, not that title, the Grand Championship actually. Yes, I know, we are surprised as well; the Warrior Rising has always been our goal but we will not turn down any opportunities at any gold. Anyway doctor, I have to go, but just wanted to report this is and huh? How do you know about the hotel keys? Yes, we did collect the one from Mr. Personality, but no, I cannot tell you more about that, frankly, you shouldn’t even know about that. Who told you? Tell me... Doctor, please, I must know… Doctor? Hello? DOCTOR?!
Crane slams the receiver down on the phone and then shoves the table away. He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration and then looks at the mirror across from him.
How does she know about the hotel keys?
In the mirror, we do not see his reflection, but instead, we see a wrestling ring, the ropes are red, white and green and on the black apron the words “Lucha Libre Mexicana” are written in white lettering. Douglas Crane just finished delivering a spinebuster on some unknown wrestlers and looks towards himself on the rocking chair. He walks over and leans on the ropes; just then, from behind him, the Monstrosity creeps in on his down opponent and quickly wraps him up in his cobra clutch finisher. He rocks back and forth, but doesn’t scream like he usually does, likely because he is released at the moment. The Crane on the ropes tilts his head back, looking at The Monstrosity and shakes his head. He then looks back at Crane in the ‘real world’ and answers him.
Probably because Rich Ricardo told her, but now that we have taken care of that problem, we don’t have to worry about anyone else talking to her. If she asks again, just make up something.
OK, will do. So how is the training going?
Eh, it’s alright, the local talent here in Cancun is not great, really wish Project Honor would have gone to a real city in Mexico where lucha libre is really thriving and rich in history. But here in Cancun, which is the Americanized version of Mexico, the talent pool is lacking. But anyway, not sure that anything we do can really help us prepare for that ridiculousness they have us involved in.
Douglas stops rocking in his chair and leans in.
Ridiculousness? What do you mean?
Look, getting a chance to fight Arata Asakura for the Grand Championship is a very nice surprise, that man has tenure here in this promotion and has done some amazing thing. For me, getting in the ring with him will be the highlight of my career-our career. But what they are having us do to earn the title shot is downright insulting and definitely do not play to our strength.
Douglas sits back on the chair and begins rocking again.
How bad can it be? Don’t you miss Spring Break?
We hate spring break.
Not all of us do.
I HATE SPRING BREAK!
See?
Look at it this way, it is a way to show the fans a different side of Douglas Crane. We can show them that we are not the psycho everyone thinks we are; we can show them we are not the freak the announcers keep saying we are. Who knows, we may win the Cannonball Dive, we are very coordinate and can handle our liquior, so Beer Pong shouldn’t be an issue. Now the Wet T-Shirt Contest we may lose since they have a few women in this match like Diana and Stella Jade, and Officer Greyfield, who after wrestling him last show we can confirm has some great tits.
Be serious, get serious. We are not sports entertainers, we are wrestlers. We are here in Project Honor exactly for that, the honor that comes with wrestling in one of the greatest promotions in the world. We don’t belong in this clown show, guys like Serrano Poblano and John Blade do, but not us.
Look at it this way, it is just a means to an end. We play their little games, do enough to win and then we have a very real, and very serious title opportunity. The Grand Championship is the top title in Proving Ground, if we win that, we don’t have to work away up from the Warrior Rising to the X-Factor to get here. Think of it as a fast pass to the top.
Arata Asakura won’t be easy.
I know, but we are not here because it is easy, we are here because we want to earn everything we get. That is why you are down there practicing the craft we love and respect. We have been gifted a great opportunity, let’s just play ball, win the triathlon and then go after that title.
The Crane leaning on the ropes nods and then turns, heading towards the monstrosity who has had the Mexican wrestler trapped this whole time. The Grappler grabs Mr. M. by his hair and pulls him off, and it is then we hear those screams we have become familiar with during his matches.
Release me! Release me!
Douglas, the one sitting on the rocking chair, stands up.
On Friday, we will Mr. M.
He walks past the mirror and heads for a door which has its wooden blinds closed right now. He grabs the handle of each one and parts them, revealing a balcony. He walks towards it and then takes in the site below, he is in downtown Cancun, not the tourist side, but where the locals live. He looks down from the balcony of the meson he is staying in, at a town square where many colorful lights have been set up and some sort of fiesta is going on. He looks on intently at the people dancing, eating, having a great time. He stops at the Mariachi band, as the man playing the violin grabs his attention, why? It is himself.
What the? We don’t have a Mariachi Crane, this is getting ridiculous.
He jumps off the balcony, it’s only one floor, but still. Some of the locals jump out of the way while others scream as they see this big white man come out of nowhere. Crane disappears in the crowd, as he goes to look for what he saw, or thinks he saw.
