Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2021 8:56:48 GMT -5
Brothers (off-cam)
It’s a quiet evening in Harrison, Arkansas, the sun is setting behind the horizon and on the Busch ranch silence has fallen. Inside the main building, in it’s main lounge sits Big Sam Busch, swirling a drink of whisky in a glass. The rest of the house is eerily quiet, every creak and groan of the old wooden house fills the air.
“Fucking rat…” Big Sam mutters to himself as he swishes the whiskey around and gulps it down. The Brothers Busch had made their wrasslin-debuts at UPRISING’s Revolution 5, giving a good showing of themselves against the girls of the Crush… until the members of the third Trios-group in UPRISING, Trinacria, made their presence known. And all hell broke loose.
We hear a door opening and closing softly, and Big Sam is joined by the oldest brother, Loverboy Busch. LB has none of his usual gusto, his muted mood in stark contrast to his loud tiedye-shirt. Sam glances up at LB and points to a seat across to him. LB sits down and lets out a deep sigh.
“Finally got him to calm down enough to sleep.” He spoke in a tired voice. LB was the oldest brother, and even though Big Sam tended to be the voice of reason within the trio, it was LB who took care of the youngest of the brothers, Tiny. LB sighs again, looks up to Sam and fishes something from his pocket, finally revealing it to be a wad of brown curly hair as he tosses it to the table. “He’s tearing his hair off again…”
Sam emptied his whisky and for a split second thought about slamming the glass on the table, but a quick glance towards the direction LB came from made him reconsider. He put it down gently and reached for the wad of hair, picking it up and staring at it. “This is all your fault Tom. This whole goddamn wrasslin-deal was your idea.” His voice is trembling with barely contained rage as he squeezes the wad of hair in his hand. It had taken the two brothers all their might to drag Tiny out of the Arena and into the car. And the whole trip back home Sam had been forcefully holding Tiny in place to prevent him from either jumping out of the car or hurting himself otherwise. Sam could still hear Tiny’s desperate cries for Socksworth ringing in his ears. “Are you fucking happy now?”
LB didn’t retort. He merely sighed and rubbed his temples. “I know Samuel. I know. But how was I supposed to know we’d get jumped by a bunch of rich bullies? They had no fucking business to be there. Until then it was all goin swell.” It was a retort, but a weak one. LB knew he had fucked up.
“Tiny’s gonna kill him you know. He might look like a grown man LB, but he’s a goddamn kid. He has none of the restraint you and I have. He probably doesn’t even realize how strong he is. The two of us ain’t gonna be there to prevent shenanigans. The two of us are gonna hafta keep Tiny from killing that goddamn rat.” Still staring at the wad of hair, Sam’s voice was low and quiet. The change from the enthusiastic and happy Tiny to the completely broken one had rattled him to his core. The three had been alone for a long time, Mama Busch had died in childbirth and Papa Busch had died when they were nothing but teenagers. Big Sam especially had slid into the role of the protector from early on. Especially towards Tiny.
LB nodded and got up, fetching an unopened bottle of whiskey and a second glass. Even without asking he poured Sam’s glass full before pouring for himself. “I know Samuel. But he deserves it. Who the fuck stoops as low as to steal a kids favorite toy? I mean FUCK. Reminds me of the rich prep from Memphis who thought he could just swoop in and have his way with the ladies here simply because he had money. Showed him how we do things down here, Loverboy style!” LB cracked a smile and gave Big Sam a knowing look. He was trying to lighten the mood, as he knew his brother would end up dwelling and dwelling and then do something drastic. “Besides, let’s just wait a few days and give Tiny a new sock. Tell him that Ricky got a case of the conscience and wanted to return him and all will be fine again!”
But Sam was having none of it. “Thomas Walker Busch, Shut the fuck up. We gotta fix this. You and I. We can’t let Tiny go out there on CORONATION and fight that rat. We gotta get Socksworth back. And you know DAMN well that giving him a new sock won’t work. Remember the last time I tried to wash that thing? Tiny saw instantly that the replacement I slipped on him wasn’t Socksworth and nearly broke the goddamn washing machine trying to “save” Socksworth. And then sulked for a damn month to me.” Sam emptied his glass and grumbled under his breath.
“... Fine. You got a point brother dearest. But how do you suggest we go about this then? Ain’t no power on this planet that’ll keep Tiny from goin back to Reno and whipping that darn no good rich rat from pillar to post before stuffing Socksworth down his gullet until he turns blue. Should we ask the girls from the Crush for help? They did offer a truce didn’t they?” LB was slowly getting back to his usual groove. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was his coping mechanism. But without realizing, he was getting increasingly on Big Sam’s nerves.
“The girls… Goddammit. Fucking rat. I was having a helluva brawl with that girl Lollipop. Was lookin for a round 2. We gotta come up with something. Hell, I’ll take the fight with the rat. Can’t let Tiny in there.”
“Can’t let me in where sammy?” Big Sam was interrupted by a coarse voice from the hallway. Tiny Tim had gotten out of bed and snuck onto the lounge, listening to the two older brothers. “Can’t let me go and save Socksworth?” His voice trembled and he looked like he was either gonna burst into tears or snap into rage. His dress shirt was nowhere to be seen as he was dressed in nothing but a brown overall.
Sam nearly choked on his drink as Tiny spoke up, getting a coughing fit which prevented him from answering so Loverboy stepped in. He gave Tiny an affable smile and tried to speak in a soft tone. “Tiny, my man. My Tiny man! Go back to bed an try to get some sleep. Me an Samuel are just talkin bout what will happen the next time we go to Reno. Dontcha worry Tiny, we’ll get Socksworth back for ya!”
But that didn’t work. Tiny walked up to the two brothers and a dangerous glint came to his eyes. “I am going to save Socksworth. Nothing will stop me from saving Socksworth… Because he would do the same for me. Ricky hurt me, hurt Heidi and hurt Socksworth so I will hurt him…” He fell silent for a moment before looking at Loverboy. “Get the camera Tommy… When the wrasslers in TV need to say something to the guy they fight next… they talk to a camera. I need to say things to Ricky. And to tell Socksworth I’m coming.”
And with that, Tiny turned around and walked back to his room, leaving the door open, clearly expecting loverboy to follow. The oldest Busch looked at Big Sam who sighed. “Fine. Lets go Tom. Might aswell follow this through.” And with that, the two fetched the camera and entered Tinys room
MY FRIEND! (oncam)
We open up to a view of a darkened room, lit by a single pale-yellow lightbulb on the ceiling. In the frame of the lens is Tiny Tim Busch, seated on the floor crosslegged. His dress-shirt is nowhere to be seen as he is dressed in nothing but a brown overall. He is staring at his right hand where Socksworth normally was. Upon closer inspection you could see large tufts of hair missing from his head. And when he talks, his voice is shrill, almost grating.
“RICKY! At Revolution you took from me my only friend. The one thing that understood me… listened to me… Do you understand?”
Tiny began rocking back and forth, glancing at the camera from under his brows.
“Sammy and Tommy tell me that I should try to be an adult and just let Socksworth go. They tell me that I should go out and find real friends. But they don’t understand Ricky. Socksworth has been with me as long as I remember… Papa gave Socksworth to me when I was a small boy. When I had nobody to play with. I have always been told that I am a special boy Ricky… that one day I would do something great. Sammy and Tommy are my family Ricky… but Socksworth is my friend. My only friend. AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME”
Tiny starts ripping off hair from his head and you can see Loverboy’s hand extending from off the frame to stop him, only for Tiny to throw a look that could kill his way before continuing.
“Have you ever been scared Ricky? Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night screaming with nobody to turn to? I haven’t. I’ve had Socksworth. Sammy and Tommy say you’re a rat. That you are a bully. That you buy friends and happiness. I feel sad for you Ricky… You need a friend. Did you take Socksworth because you needed a friend? Socksworth is a good friend Ricky… BUT HE’S MY FRIEND NOT YOURS!!!”
Tiny turns to face the camera and raises his right hand, where Socksworth normally is, trying hard not to look that way.
“If you wanted a friend Ricky all you needed to do was ask… I would’ve been your friend. I would’ve been there to comfort you when you woke up scared and alone. Like Socksworth has been to me. I wanted to be a superhero Ricky. The good guy for all the boys and girls who watched me on TV just like I always watched other wrasslers on TV… But without Socksworth I am not a superhero… I am not superman. Without Socksworth friendship I have NOTHING… So I’ll be the bad guy. You hurt me and my brothers and my friends at Revolution 5 Ricky… and at CORONATION I WILL HURT YOU!!!”
He shrieks like a banshee as he says the last word, and once again we see Loverboys hand in the frame, trying to calm the distraught Tiny. But he is having none of it.
“Sammy and Tommy are afraid I go too far when fighting you Ricky… They are afraid I will hurt you too much… I don’t want to hurt you Ricky… but you forced my hand. YOU TOOK SOCKSWORTH!!! And without Socksworth to talk to… I am alone Ricky… Alone in the dark. Do you have any idea how scary that is? To be alone in the dark. With nobody to talk to? IT’S NOT NICE!
So see you at CORONATION Ricky… when I save Socksworth… because that is what friends do… FRIENDS SAVE FRIENDS RICKY. FRIENDS HURT THOSE WHO HURT THEIR FRIENDS RICKY! I WILL HURT YOU TO SAVE SOCKSWORTH RICKY!”
With that, Tiny finally breaks into tears and we see loverboy moving in to pull the youngest Busch into a brotherly embrace. As Tiny’s sobs become audible to the camera, the view flips 180 degrees and we are treated to a close up shot of Big Sam’s face. If Tiny looked angry, Sam looks murderous. And when he speaks, his voice is barely louder than a whisper.
“Hey Rat. Ya heard Tiny. Me n Loverboy will be there on ringside to make sure the big fuck and the dumb fuck ain’t gonna interfere. An the girls from the Crush will be there too. It’ll just be YOU and Tiny. And lemme tell ya this much Ricky: When Tiny is angry… ain’t no force on this planet that can stop him. Not me. Not Loverboy. Not the entirety of the Crush. And not you or your goons. I hope you got the money to cover the hospital bills. See you at Coronation… you goddamn RAT!”
He snarls the last word like an agitated animal and clicks off the camera.
It’s a quiet evening in Harrison, Arkansas, the sun is setting behind the horizon and on the Busch ranch silence has fallen. Inside the main building, in it’s main lounge sits Big Sam Busch, swirling a drink of whisky in a glass. The rest of the house is eerily quiet, every creak and groan of the old wooden house fills the air.
“Fucking rat…” Big Sam mutters to himself as he swishes the whiskey around and gulps it down. The Brothers Busch had made their wrasslin-debuts at UPRISING’s Revolution 5, giving a good showing of themselves against the girls of the Crush… until the members of the third Trios-group in UPRISING, Trinacria, made their presence known. And all hell broke loose.
We hear a door opening and closing softly, and Big Sam is joined by the oldest brother, Loverboy Busch. LB has none of his usual gusto, his muted mood in stark contrast to his loud tiedye-shirt. Sam glances up at LB and points to a seat across to him. LB sits down and lets out a deep sigh.
“Finally got him to calm down enough to sleep.” He spoke in a tired voice. LB was the oldest brother, and even though Big Sam tended to be the voice of reason within the trio, it was LB who took care of the youngest of the brothers, Tiny. LB sighs again, looks up to Sam and fishes something from his pocket, finally revealing it to be a wad of brown curly hair as he tosses it to the table. “He’s tearing his hair off again…”
Sam emptied his whisky and for a split second thought about slamming the glass on the table, but a quick glance towards the direction LB came from made him reconsider. He put it down gently and reached for the wad of hair, picking it up and staring at it. “This is all your fault Tom. This whole goddamn wrasslin-deal was your idea.” His voice is trembling with barely contained rage as he squeezes the wad of hair in his hand. It had taken the two brothers all their might to drag Tiny out of the Arena and into the car. And the whole trip back home Sam had been forcefully holding Tiny in place to prevent him from either jumping out of the car or hurting himself otherwise. Sam could still hear Tiny’s desperate cries for Socksworth ringing in his ears. “Are you fucking happy now?”
LB didn’t retort. He merely sighed and rubbed his temples. “I know Samuel. I know. But how was I supposed to know we’d get jumped by a bunch of rich bullies? They had no fucking business to be there. Until then it was all goin swell.” It was a retort, but a weak one. LB knew he had fucked up.
“Tiny’s gonna kill him you know. He might look like a grown man LB, but he’s a goddamn kid. He has none of the restraint you and I have. He probably doesn’t even realize how strong he is. The two of us ain’t gonna be there to prevent shenanigans. The two of us are gonna hafta keep Tiny from killing that goddamn rat.” Still staring at the wad of hair, Sam’s voice was low and quiet. The change from the enthusiastic and happy Tiny to the completely broken one had rattled him to his core. The three had been alone for a long time, Mama Busch had died in childbirth and Papa Busch had died when they were nothing but teenagers. Big Sam especially had slid into the role of the protector from early on. Especially towards Tiny.
LB nodded and got up, fetching an unopened bottle of whiskey and a second glass. Even without asking he poured Sam’s glass full before pouring for himself. “I know Samuel. But he deserves it. Who the fuck stoops as low as to steal a kids favorite toy? I mean FUCK. Reminds me of the rich prep from Memphis who thought he could just swoop in and have his way with the ladies here simply because he had money. Showed him how we do things down here, Loverboy style!” LB cracked a smile and gave Big Sam a knowing look. He was trying to lighten the mood, as he knew his brother would end up dwelling and dwelling and then do something drastic. “Besides, let’s just wait a few days and give Tiny a new sock. Tell him that Ricky got a case of the conscience and wanted to return him and all will be fine again!”
But Sam was having none of it. “Thomas Walker Busch, Shut the fuck up. We gotta fix this. You and I. We can’t let Tiny go out there on CORONATION and fight that rat. We gotta get Socksworth back. And you know DAMN well that giving him a new sock won’t work. Remember the last time I tried to wash that thing? Tiny saw instantly that the replacement I slipped on him wasn’t Socksworth and nearly broke the goddamn washing machine trying to “save” Socksworth. And then sulked for a damn month to me.” Sam emptied his glass and grumbled under his breath.
“... Fine. You got a point brother dearest. But how do you suggest we go about this then? Ain’t no power on this planet that’ll keep Tiny from goin back to Reno and whipping that darn no good rich rat from pillar to post before stuffing Socksworth down his gullet until he turns blue. Should we ask the girls from the Crush for help? They did offer a truce didn’t they?” LB was slowly getting back to his usual groove. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was his coping mechanism. But without realizing, he was getting increasingly on Big Sam’s nerves.
“The girls… Goddammit. Fucking rat. I was having a helluva brawl with that girl Lollipop. Was lookin for a round 2. We gotta come up with something. Hell, I’ll take the fight with the rat. Can’t let Tiny in there.”
“Can’t let me in where sammy?” Big Sam was interrupted by a coarse voice from the hallway. Tiny Tim had gotten out of bed and snuck onto the lounge, listening to the two older brothers. “Can’t let me go and save Socksworth?” His voice trembled and he looked like he was either gonna burst into tears or snap into rage. His dress shirt was nowhere to be seen as he was dressed in nothing but a brown overall.
Sam nearly choked on his drink as Tiny spoke up, getting a coughing fit which prevented him from answering so Loverboy stepped in. He gave Tiny an affable smile and tried to speak in a soft tone. “Tiny, my man. My Tiny man! Go back to bed an try to get some sleep. Me an Samuel are just talkin bout what will happen the next time we go to Reno. Dontcha worry Tiny, we’ll get Socksworth back for ya!”
But that didn’t work. Tiny walked up to the two brothers and a dangerous glint came to his eyes. “I am going to save Socksworth. Nothing will stop me from saving Socksworth… Because he would do the same for me. Ricky hurt me, hurt Heidi and hurt Socksworth so I will hurt him…” He fell silent for a moment before looking at Loverboy. “Get the camera Tommy… When the wrasslers in TV need to say something to the guy they fight next… they talk to a camera. I need to say things to Ricky. And to tell Socksworth I’m coming.”
And with that, Tiny turned around and walked back to his room, leaving the door open, clearly expecting loverboy to follow. The oldest Busch looked at Big Sam who sighed. “Fine. Lets go Tom. Might aswell follow this through.” And with that, the two fetched the camera and entered Tinys room
MY FRIEND! (oncam)
We open up to a view of a darkened room, lit by a single pale-yellow lightbulb on the ceiling. In the frame of the lens is Tiny Tim Busch, seated on the floor crosslegged. His dress-shirt is nowhere to be seen as he is dressed in nothing but a brown overall. He is staring at his right hand where Socksworth normally was. Upon closer inspection you could see large tufts of hair missing from his head. And when he talks, his voice is shrill, almost grating.
“RICKY! At Revolution you took from me my only friend. The one thing that understood me… listened to me… Do you understand?”
Tiny began rocking back and forth, glancing at the camera from under his brows.
“Sammy and Tommy tell me that I should try to be an adult and just let Socksworth go. They tell me that I should go out and find real friends. But they don’t understand Ricky. Socksworth has been with me as long as I remember… Papa gave Socksworth to me when I was a small boy. When I had nobody to play with. I have always been told that I am a special boy Ricky… that one day I would do something great. Sammy and Tommy are my family Ricky… but Socksworth is my friend. My only friend. AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME”
Tiny starts ripping off hair from his head and you can see Loverboy’s hand extending from off the frame to stop him, only for Tiny to throw a look that could kill his way before continuing.
“Have you ever been scared Ricky? Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night screaming with nobody to turn to? I haven’t. I’ve had Socksworth. Sammy and Tommy say you’re a rat. That you are a bully. That you buy friends and happiness. I feel sad for you Ricky… You need a friend. Did you take Socksworth because you needed a friend? Socksworth is a good friend Ricky… BUT HE’S MY FRIEND NOT YOURS!!!”
Tiny turns to face the camera and raises his right hand, where Socksworth normally is, trying hard not to look that way.
“If you wanted a friend Ricky all you needed to do was ask… I would’ve been your friend. I would’ve been there to comfort you when you woke up scared and alone. Like Socksworth has been to me. I wanted to be a superhero Ricky. The good guy for all the boys and girls who watched me on TV just like I always watched other wrasslers on TV… But without Socksworth I am not a superhero… I am not superman. Without Socksworth friendship I have NOTHING… So I’ll be the bad guy. You hurt me and my brothers and my friends at Revolution 5 Ricky… and at CORONATION I WILL HURT YOU!!!”
He shrieks like a banshee as he says the last word, and once again we see Loverboys hand in the frame, trying to calm the distraught Tiny. But he is having none of it.
“Sammy and Tommy are afraid I go too far when fighting you Ricky… They are afraid I will hurt you too much… I don’t want to hurt you Ricky… but you forced my hand. YOU TOOK SOCKSWORTH!!! And without Socksworth to talk to… I am alone Ricky… Alone in the dark. Do you have any idea how scary that is? To be alone in the dark. With nobody to talk to? IT’S NOT NICE!
So see you at CORONATION Ricky… when I save Socksworth… because that is what friends do… FRIENDS SAVE FRIENDS RICKY. FRIENDS HURT THOSE WHO HURT THEIR FRIENDS RICKY! I WILL HURT YOU TO SAVE SOCKSWORTH RICKY!”
With that, Tiny finally breaks into tears and we see loverboy moving in to pull the youngest Busch into a brotherly embrace. As Tiny’s sobs become audible to the camera, the view flips 180 degrees and we are treated to a close up shot of Big Sam’s face. If Tiny looked angry, Sam looks murderous. And when he speaks, his voice is barely louder than a whisper.
“Hey Rat. Ya heard Tiny. Me n Loverboy will be there on ringside to make sure the big fuck and the dumb fuck ain’t gonna interfere. An the girls from the Crush will be there too. It’ll just be YOU and Tiny. And lemme tell ya this much Ricky: When Tiny is angry… ain’t no force on this planet that can stop him. Not me. Not Loverboy. Not the entirety of the Crush. And not you or your goons. I hope you got the money to cover the hospital bills. See you at Coronation… you goddamn RAT!”
He snarls the last word like an agitated animal and clicks off the camera.