Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2021 7:29:57 GMT -5
Three Buschketeers? (off-cam)
The Busch-ranch in Harrison, Arkansas has been quiet for a while now. The three brothers Busch have mostly been holding inside, going through the motions day in and day out in expectation for the big UPRISING show on the 6th of February. The only thing that has been different from the days of yore has been the behaviour of Tiny, who seems to have been fundamentally affected by the loss of his trusted friend Socksworth, spending most of his days moping in his room and muttering about Ricky and hurting.
The two other brothers, Big Sam and Loverboy have been doing their best to try and snap Tiny out of his melancholy, but with little success. Sam had made a calendar on the wall that he struck days off of every morning, with a big fat mark of “CORONATION” at the end. And just like every morning, he was standing in the kitchen striking out the day when Loverboy came to him in a frantic mood. “Samuel. You gotta see this. Ricky’s put out a response to Tiny’s promo and… we’re fucked”
Sam, with a worried look on his face took the phone from Loverboys hand and began to watch the promo by Ricky. As the promo progressed you could see the look on Sam’s face turn from anger, to worry, to downright fear. As it ended, Sam’s shoulders drooped and he muttered. “We’re fucked alright…” He turned to Loverboy and spoke in a whisper. “We can’t let Tiny see this. That fucking rat knows just the right goddamn strings to pull… using that goddamn sock to turn Tiny on us… fucking hell I should’ve gutted him at Revo 5. Whatever we do Tom, we can’t let Tiny see it…”
“I already saw it Sammy…” there was a whisper from the doorway. A whisper that caused both Loverboy and Big Sam jump around startled. And in the doorway stood who else but Tiny. The youngest brother was staring at his brothers with anger frothing from his eyes. “Why shouldn’t you let me see it Sammy? Why shouldn’t I see that Socksworth is okay? Could it be because he’s right? Could it be because what Ricky says is true? Why would my brothers want me to not see my friend is okay?” Tiny had been taking steps towards the two brothers as he spoke, his voice dropping to a sinister snarl as he did.
“Tiny, my man, chill down! Ricky’s just tryin to save his own ass by tryin to get ya confused. He’s tryinta pull the good ol’ distracterino on you Tiny. He’s afraid of ya!” Loverboy had moved to intercept Tiny, trying to use his innate charm to defuse the distraught brother. But to no avail. With an almost primal snarl Tiny jumped forward and tackled Loverboy to the ground and began pounding him in the face. All the while shrieking like an animal.
“YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT! TINY CALM DOWN TINY NO YOU CANT TINY DON’T DO THAT TINY STOP TINY LEAVE” He was emphasizing his words by landing a stiff blow to Loverboy’s head between every word, the oldest Busch trying his hardest to cover up and block. Just as Tiny was about to crack his guard and land one squarely on his face, Tiny was tackled by Big Sam who rushed in from the side and used his mass to try and pin Tiny to the ground.
“Calm down Tiny, I don’t want to hurt you.” Sam managed to squeeze from between grunts as he struggled to hold Tiny in place. The youngest Busch was thrashing like a shark caught in a net, using his full might to fight Sam who was petrified of the idea of hurting him. Tiny managed to wiggle his arm free and in one fluid motion shoved his hand down Sam’s gullet, beginning to choke the middle brother out while rolling out from under him and on top of him.
“HURT??? HURT? ALL YOU’VE DONE IS TRY TO KEEP ME FROM DOING WHAT I WANT!!!! RICKY TOLD THE TRUTH! SOCKSWORTH TOLD THE TRUTH!” Tiny was going more and more incoherent in his ramblings while Sam was desperately trying to catch his breath and protect himself. Finally Loverboy who had been trying to clear the cobwebs from his head had succeeded in it and grabbed Tiny from behind, restricting his arms just enough to let Sam breathe.
With great effort the two older brothers managed to ground Tiny and restrain him, with Sam sitting on his chest with his knees pinning Tiny’s arms to the ground. Sam stared right down to Tiny who was still enraged and trying to struggle free. Sam looked at Loverboy and saw that he probably could hold Tiny down without his help, had an idea. “Tom, get a mirror.”
Loverboy blinked, looking at Sam quizzically. Sam gave him a stern stare that just screamed “Just fucking do it” which then prompted Loverboy to let go of Tiny’s feet and get up. The releasing of pressure from his legs caused Tiny to start wiggling and thrashing about again with renewed vigor, screaming and shrieking incoherently until Sam did something he hadn’t thought he’d ever have to do.
“TIMOTHY WALTON BUSCH CALM THE FUCK DOWN.” He shouted right to Tiny’s face. And like a switch had been flipped, Tiny stopped resisting and stared at Sam with a bewildered look. Those were the exact words and enunciations that Papa Busch had used when they were kids, the final warning before they’d get their asses beaten to different shades of black and purple. And it was often the only thing that could get through to Tiny. But after Papa Busch had passed away, Sam and Tom had agreed to never invoke that, because of the level of fear even they remembered from hearing those words in that manner. Sam tried his best to calm his voice down as he spoke up again. “Tiny. Please. Listen to me.”
As Tiny still stared at Sam like a bewildered animal, Sam saw from the corner of his eye that LB was standing in the doorway with a mirror, the mortified look on his face betraying the fact that he had heard Sam. Sam extended his hand to get the mirror, which Loverboy obliged giving it to him. Sam brough the mirror between his and Tinys face. “Tiny. Look in the mirror. What do you see?”
Tiny blinked and looked in the mirror with a confused look on his face. “I see me… That’s me Sammy…” His voice was barely a croak, the loud screaming nearly having taken his voice out completely.
Sam nodded and lowered the mirror. “Now look at me Tiny. What do you see.”
Tiny did as he was told, looking at the rugged features of the middle brother. “I see you Sammy.” he responded, still barely audible.
Again Sam nodded and brought the mirror right next to his own face. “Now look in the mirror. And then look at me. And tell me what do you see.”
Tiny did that. He saw his own face, then looked at Sams. And despite the minute differences and the blood that was trickling down from the mouth of the middle brother, the similarities were undeniable between the two siblings. Removing all the personalized touches and having a neutral expression, it would be impossible to tell them apart. Sam saw a flicker of realization in Tiny’s eyes and spoke softly. “Yes. We are the same Tiny. You. me. And Tom. We’re more than family Tiny. We’re more than just brothers. We’re identical triplets. The three of us have a connection deeper than anyone could ever have with us. Socksworth is your friend Tiny. Ricky might try to buy your friendship. But myself and Tom… we’re your brother. No. We are you. We would never hurt you Tiny. not the way Ricky and his goons did. Neither of us would ever take Socksworth away from you like Ricky did. We could never hurt you because we’d be hurting ourselves.”
“But what about all the things Ricky and Socksworth said?...” Tiny’s voice was small and quiet, he looked like he was ready to burst into tears.
Sam sighed. “Ricky has never known what it is to love and be loved like we love you. All the things we do Tiny, is to protect you. To make sure people like Ricky can’t hurt you. We failed at Revolution and for that I am sorry Tiny. I let my guard down and Ricky managed to sneak in. If Socksworth was here he’d tell you to forgive me and Tom. You are our brother Tiny, and if anything or anyone hurts you… They have to answer to us. That is why we didn’t want you to see it. Thats why we don’t want you to fight Ricky. Because it would hurt you.”
Loverboy knelt next to Sam, prodding him in the shoulder as a sign to let Tiny get up. Sam looked at him, nodded and rolled to the side, letting Tiny free. Both older brothers watched carefully as Tiny sat up from the ground, relaxing a bit as Tiny only crossed his legs and started hugging his knees. “I know Sammy… I know… But I have to do this… I have to save Socksworth… Ricky has done something to him… Calling him Mr. Socksworth… I have just been so angry… and so sad…” Tiny began crying as Loverboy pulled him into a soft embrace, patting the youngest brother in the head softly.
“We know Tiny… we know. We’ll get Socksworth back at Coronation Tiny… together. The three brothers Busch.” Loverboy was speaking in a soft, warm voice, trying to comfort the distraught brother. “One for all..” he left the last part hanging in the air.
“And all for one...” Tiny whispered from his embrace.. The motto of the three musketeers, a story that Big Sam had been telling Tiny since he had been old enough to read. “The three buschketeers.” Tiny continued, pulling himself from loverboys embrace and launching himself into Sams arms. “I’m sorry…”
Sam, never much of a hugger, since that was mostly Loverboys forte, blinked and finally wrapped his arms around his younger brother. “Don’t worry Tiny. We’ll get through this. Just like we always do.”
They remained like that, seated on the floor of the kitchen until all three had calmed down.
Three Buschketeers! (oncam)
We open up to a view of what seems like the kitchen table in an old wooden house, and once the three faces of the Busch Brothers come into view it’s easy to guess exactly what house. Big Sam is the first one to speak.
“You are a real clever little shit aren’t you Ricky? After we posted Tiny’s promo talkin about you me and Loverboy wondered what kind of a response you’d give. We expected you to act like the cowardly little rich bully you are. Bragging about the sheer assholeness of what you did, rubbing salt into Tiny’s wounds by parading Socksworth around like a trophy or even twisting the knife in the wound by actually throwing him in the washing machine or something. Neither of us saw this coming.”
A trickle of blood drops from the corner of his mouth as he speaks, so when he passes the proverbial mic to Loverboy, you can see him wipe his mouth and grin. Loverboy looks even worse than Big Sam, with a black eye, a fat lip, a nosebleed and a small cut above his left eye. But his voice and demeanor is as cheery and jivy as always.
“Owww, ya got that right Rickydicky! Not even with the wild imagination of good ol’ Loverboy did we see you takin this route! Tryinta put a wedge between us brothers like that! Loverboys gotta admit that damn son, ya really pulled a fast one on us. But ya made some mistakerinos Rickydicky! Ya forgot that we ain’t your regular teamie-o! We’re more than just friends Rickydicky, we’re more than just family. We’re even more than just Brothers. We’re triplets Rickydicky! An no matter how much life tries to pulls us three into different directions, we will always be the same, deep down on a levelino that you could never understand! There is nothin that can yank us apart! No man, no woman, no thing an no prize!”
Loverboy flashes a quick smile an winks as Sam speaks up again.
“Yeah. Sure, ya did a number on Tiny, I ain’t denying that ya sick fuck. But like brothers, we hashed it out in a way ya probably never have or never could. And judging by the beating Tiny gave me an Loverboy before he got whatever fuckery you put him through out of his system, you’re in for an asskicking of a fucking lifetime. That plan failed ya sick fuck, it’s time to scramble and come up with a plan B because karma is a bitch, and at CORONATION she’s comin to collect in the shape of a 6’1’’ 280lbs man hellbent on makin you pay for ya crimes. It ain’t sinister. Just justice.”
He turns the camera to face Tiny, who has found his dress-shirt and tie again and put on his mask. Tiny stares right at the camera as he speaks up.
“Ricky… I see now what you did… You’re holding Socksworth hostage… you called him Mr. Socksworth and that is not his name… He would never talk like that if he wasn’t being threatened… I will rescue Socksworth and make right what you did wrong at Revolution Ricky. Because that is what heroes do. And even though you made me forget for a while that I am a hero and not a villain… I remembered. I am a real honest to god wrasslin superhero. And will rescue Socksworth and take out the villain. And I’m not coming alone Ricky… I am coming with my brothers. You won’t be fighting just me. You will be fighting all of the Three Buschketeers. And no evil can stand in their way…”
The three brothers put their hands on top of each other in an obvious manner as the view cuts to black.
The Busch-ranch in Harrison, Arkansas has been quiet for a while now. The three brothers Busch have mostly been holding inside, going through the motions day in and day out in expectation for the big UPRISING show on the 6th of February. The only thing that has been different from the days of yore has been the behaviour of Tiny, who seems to have been fundamentally affected by the loss of his trusted friend Socksworth, spending most of his days moping in his room and muttering about Ricky and hurting.
The two other brothers, Big Sam and Loverboy have been doing their best to try and snap Tiny out of his melancholy, but with little success. Sam had made a calendar on the wall that he struck days off of every morning, with a big fat mark of “CORONATION” at the end. And just like every morning, he was standing in the kitchen striking out the day when Loverboy came to him in a frantic mood. “Samuel. You gotta see this. Ricky’s put out a response to Tiny’s promo and… we’re fucked”
Sam, with a worried look on his face took the phone from Loverboys hand and began to watch the promo by Ricky. As the promo progressed you could see the look on Sam’s face turn from anger, to worry, to downright fear. As it ended, Sam’s shoulders drooped and he muttered. “We’re fucked alright…” He turned to Loverboy and spoke in a whisper. “We can’t let Tiny see this. That fucking rat knows just the right goddamn strings to pull… using that goddamn sock to turn Tiny on us… fucking hell I should’ve gutted him at Revo 5. Whatever we do Tom, we can’t let Tiny see it…”
“I already saw it Sammy…” there was a whisper from the doorway. A whisper that caused both Loverboy and Big Sam jump around startled. And in the doorway stood who else but Tiny. The youngest brother was staring at his brothers with anger frothing from his eyes. “Why shouldn’t you let me see it Sammy? Why shouldn’t I see that Socksworth is okay? Could it be because he’s right? Could it be because what Ricky says is true? Why would my brothers want me to not see my friend is okay?” Tiny had been taking steps towards the two brothers as he spoke, his voice dropping to a sinister snarl as he did.
“Tiny, my man, chill down! Ricky’s just tryin to save his own ass by tryin to get ya confused. He’s tryinta pull the good ol’ distracterino on you Tiny. He’s afraid of ya!” Loverboy had moved to intercept Tiny, trying to use his innate charm to defuse the distraught brother. But to no avail. With an almost primal snarl Tiny jumped forward and tackled Loverboy to the ground and began pounding him in the face. All the while shrieking like an animal.
“YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT! TINY CALM DOWN TINY NO YOU CANT TINY DON’T DO THAT TINY STOP TINY LEAVE” He was emphasizing his words by landing a stiff blow to Loverboy’s head between every word, the oldest Busch trying his hardest to cover up and block. Just as Tiny was about to crack his guard and land one squarely on his face, Tiny was tackled by Big Sam who rushed in from the side and used his mass to try and pin Tiny to the ground.
“Calm down Tiny, I don’t want to hurt you.” Sam managed to squeeze from between grunts as he struggled to hold Tiny in place. The youngest Busch was thrashing like a shark caught in a net, using his full might to fight Sam who was petrified of the idea of hurting him. Tiny managed to wiggle his arm free and in one fluid motion shoved his hand down Sam’s gullet, beginning to choke the middle brother out while rolling out from under him and on top of him.
“HURT??? HURT? ALL YOU’VE DONE IS TRY TO KEEP ME FROM DOING WHAT I WANT!!!! RICKY TOLD THE TRUTH! SOCKSWORTH TOLD THE TRUTH!” Tiny was going more and more incoherent in his ramblings while Sam was desperately trying to catch his breath and protect himself. Finally Loverboy who had been trying to clear the cobwebs from his head had succeeded in it and grabbed Tiny from behind, restricting his arms just enough to let Sam breathe.
With great effort the two older brothers managed to ground Tiny and restrain him, with Sam sitting on his chest with his knees pinning Tiny’s arms to the ground. Sam stared right down to Tiny who was still enraged and trying to struggle free. Sam looked at Loverboy and saw that he probably could hold Tiny down without his help, had an idea. “Tom, get a mirror.”
Loverboy blinked, looking at Sam quizzically. Sam gave him a stern stare that just screamed “Just fucking do it” which then prompted Loverboy to let go of Tiny’s feet and get up. The releasing of pressure from his legs caused Tiny to start wiggling and thrashing about again with renewed vigor, screaming and shrieking incoherently until Sam did something he hadn’t thought he’d ever have to do.
“TIMOTHY WALTON BUSCH CALM THE FUCK DOWN.” He shouted right to Tiny’s face. And like a switch had been flipped, Tiny stopped resisting and stared at Sam with a bewildered look. Those were the exact words and enunciations that Papa Busch had used when they were kids, the final warning before they’d get their asses beaten to different shades of black and purple. And it was often the only thing that could get through to Tiny. But after Papa Busch had passed away, Sam and Tom had agreed to never invoke that, because of the level of fear even they remembered from hearing those words in that manner. Sam tried his best to calm his voice down as he spoke up again. “Tiny. Please. Listen to me.”
As Tiny still stared at Sam like a bewildered animal, Sam saw from the corner of his eye that LB was standing in the doorway with a mirror, the mortified look on his face betraying the fact that he had heard Sam. Sam extended his hand to get the mirror, which Loverboy obliged giving it to him. Sam brough the mirror between his and Tinys face. “Tiny. Look in the mirror. What do you see?”
Tiny blinked and looked in the mirror with a confused look on his face. “I see me… That’s me Sammy…” His voice was barely a croak, the loud screaming nearly having taken his voice out completely.
Sam nodded and lowered the mirror. “Now look at me Tiny. What do you see.”
Tiny did as he was told, looking at the rugged features of the middle brother. “I see you Sammy.” he responded, still barely audible.
Again Sam nodded and brought the mirror right next to his own face. “Now look in the mirror. And then look at me. And tell me what do you see.”
Tiny did that. He saw his own face, then looked at Sams. And despite the minute differences and the blood that was trickling down from the mouth of the middle brother, the similarities were undeniable between the two siblings. Removing all the personalized touches and having a neutral expression, it would be impossible to tell them apart. Sam saw a flicker of realization in Tiny’s eyes and spoke softly. “Yes. We are the same Tiny. You. me. And Tom. We’re more than family Tiny. We’re more than just brothers. We’re identical triplets. The three of us have a connection deeper than anyone could ever have with us. Socksworth is your friend Tiny. Ricky might try to buy your friendship. But myself and Tom… we’re your brother. No. We are you. We would never hurt you Tiny. not the way Ricky and his goons did. Neither of us would ever take Socksworth away from you like Ricky did. We could never hurt you because we’d be hurting ourselves.”
“But what about all the things Ricky and Socksworth said?...” Tiny’s voice was small and quiet, he looked like he was ready to burst into tears.
Sam sighed. “Ricky has never known what it is to love and be loved like we love you. All the things we do Tiny, is to protect you. To make sure people like Ricky can’t hurt you. We failed at Revolution and for that I am sorry Tiny. I let my guard down and Ricky managed to sneak in. If Socksworth was here he’d tell you to forgive me and Tom. You are our brother Tiny, and if anything or anyone hurts you… They have to answer to us. That is why we didn’t want you to see it. Thats why we don’t want you to fight Ricky. Because it would hurt you.”
Loverboy knelt next to Sam, prodding him in the shoulder as a sign to let Tiny get up. Sam looked at him, nodded and rolled to the side, letting Tiny free. Both older brothers watched carefully as Tiny sat up from the ground, relaxing a bit as Tiny only crossed his legs and started hugging his knees. “I know Sammy… I know… But I have to do this… I have to save Socksworth… Ricky has done something to him… Calling him Mr. Socksworth… I have just been so angry… and so sad…” Tiny began crying as Loverboy pulled him into a soft embrace, patting the youngest brother in the head softly.
“We know Tiny… we know. We’ll get Socksworth back at Coronation Tiny… together. The three brothers Busch.” Loverboy was speaking in a soft, warm voice, trying to comfort the distraught brother. “One for all..” he left the last part hanging in the air.
“And all for one...” Tiny whispered from his embrace.. The motto of the three musketeers, a story that Big Sam had been telling Tiny since he had been old enough to read. “The three buschketeers.” Tiny continued, pulling himself from loverboys embrace and launching himself into Sams arms. “I’m sorry…”
Sam, never much of a hugger, since that was mostly Loverboys forte, blinked and finally wrapped his arms around his younger brother. “Don’t worry Tiny. We’ll get through this. Just like we always do.”
They remained like that, seated on the floor of the kitchen until all three had calmed down.
Three Buschketeers! (oncam)
We open up to a view of what seems like the kitchen table in an old wooden house, and once the three faces of the Busch Brothers come into view it’s easy to guess exactly what house. Big Sam is the first one to speak.
“You are a real clever little shit aren’t you Ricky? After we posted Tiny’s promo talkin about you me and Loverboy wondered what kind of a response you’d give. We expected you to act like the cowardly little rich bully you are. Bragging about the sheer assholeness of what you did, rubbing salt into Tiny’s wounds by parading Socksworth around like a trophy or even twisting the knife in the wound by actually throwing him in the washing machine or something. Neither of us saw this coming.”
A trickle of blood drops from the corner of his mouth as he speaks, so when he passes the proverbial mic to Loverboy, you can see him wipe his mouth and grin. Loverboy looks even worse than Big Sam, with a black eye, a fat lip, a nosebleed and a small cut above his left eye. But his voice and demeanor is as cheery and jivy as always.
“Owww, ya got that right Rickydicky! Not even with the wild imagination of good ol’ Loverboy did we see you takin this route! Tryinta put a wedge between us brothers like that! Loverboys gotta admit that damn son, ya really pulled a fast one on us. But ya made some mistakerinos Rickydicky! Ya forgot that we ain’t your regular teamie-o! We’re more than just friends Rickydicky, we’re more than just family. We’re even more than just Brothers. We’re triplets Rickydicky! An no matter how much life tries to pulls us three into different directions, we will always be the same, deep down on a levelino that you could never understand! There is nothin that can yank us apart! No man, no woman, no thing an no prize!”
Loverboy flashes a quick smile an winks as Sam speaks up again.
“Yeah. Sure, ya did a number on Tiny, I ain’t denying that ya sick fuck. But like brothers, we hashed it out in a way ya probably never have or never could. And judging by the beating Tiny gave me an Loverboy before he got whatever fuckery you put him through out of his system, you’re in for an asskicking of a fucking lifetime. That plan failed ya sick fuck, it’s time to scramble and come up with a plan B because karma is a bitch, and at CORONATION she’s comin to collect in the shape of a 6’1’’ 280lbs man hellbent on makin you pay for ya crimes. It ain’t sinister. Just justice.”
He turns the camera to face Tiny, who has found his dress-shirt and tie again and put on his mask. Tiny stares right at the camera as he speaks up.
“Ricky… I see now what you did… You’re holding Socksworth hostage… you called him Mr. Socksworth and that is not his name… He would never talk like that if he wasn’t being threatened… I will rescue Socksworth and make right what you did wrong at Revolution Ricky. Because that is what heroes do. And even though you made me forget for a while that I am a hero and not a villain… I remembered. I am a real honest to god wrasslin superhero. And will rescue Socksworth and take out the villain. And I’m not coming alone Ricky… I am coming with my brothers. You won’t be fighting just me. You will be fighting all of the Three Buschketeers. And no evil can stand in their way…”
The three brothers put their hands on top of each other in an obvious manner as the view cuts to black.