Post by Action Reel on May 27, 2024 15:46:38 GMT -5
Tarrasque remembers.
He was in the ring, having been defeated by DemoniK. That is when Armand von Krauss struck when he was at his weakest. He brought Tarrasque to the top turnbuckle and into a superplex position and simply dropped him onto his head onto the concrete floor. Tarrasque remembers the collective gasp of the crowd and the cracking of his neck and head before everything went dark.
He woke in the hospital, but something was wrong. His friend and manager, Marcus Anderson, was in tears when he saw him. Tarrasque wanted to hug him and let him know that he was awake and feeling much better, but his body wouldn’t respond. Why wouldn’t his body respond? He tried to move his legs, his arms, or his anything below the neck, but nothing would move. Marcus sat next to his bed and tried to clean himself up when he saw that Tarrasque was awake.
Marcus Anderson - Hey, buddy. How you feeling?
Tarrasque tried to shrug, but that was beyond his current capabilities. He settles for a weak smile.
Tarrasque - Me no can move. They fix me?
Marcus Anderson - They?
Tarrasque motions with his chin to the Doctor standing in the room with a clipboard and a small needle. He sets his things down on the table by the side of the bed and holds out his hand to Marcus.
Doctor - Hello. I’m Doctor Fitzgerald. Isaac? Can you feel this?
Tarrasque blinks.
Tarrasque - Feel what? You do something me?
Marcus looks down at the Doctor’s hands where he sees that the Doctor had poked the needle into the bottom of Tarrasque’s foot. Tarrasque who’s real name is Isaac Hill.
Doctor Fitzgerald - How about now?
This time the Doctor had poked Tarrasque in the shoulder to see if he can feel it.
Tarrasque - Me feel nothing. You do something?
Marcus Anderson - Is this something that we can repair? Get him back in the ring someday?
Doctor Fitzgerald - His neck is shattered and his skull is fractured. To be honest, I’m surprised that he’s alive through this trauma.
Marcus Anderson - Tarrasque is the toughest man I know. He can bounce back from this.
Doctor Fitzgerald - We are going to transfer him to a nursing home. He’s going to be staying there for the rest of his life. There’s not enough bone in his neck to put it back together and his spinal cord…he will never wrestle again. So, you can use his real name now. Mr. Hill is finished.
The Doctor gathers his things and leaves the rooms while Marcus buries his face onto Tarrasque’s chest and cries.
Marcus Anderson - I should have protected you better, Isaac. I didn’t know that Armand was going to make a big push.
Tarrasque - No cry. Me warrior. Me fall like warrior. You no do wrong. You my friend like you father was friend. Everything be ok.
Marcus sits up and wipes at his eyes.
Marcus Anderson - I’ll visit you often at the nursing home. Would you like that?
Tarrasque - Me like, Marcus. Me like lots.
Tarrasque was moved to a nursing home in San Diego, California not so far from the Anderson household where Marcus lived with his mother, but many unauthorized people coming to see Tarrasque forced a move to a secure facility by a secretive order attached to the running of Conquest Wrestling Federation.
The lights in the room come on to reveal Tarrasque lying in bed. A young man walks into the room with a tablet in his hands. He is Jake Ward, a youngling within the Order, his job is to milk the Tarrasque for useful information on threats and such that the Order needs to work on.
Tarrasque knows this for he can access the Akashi Records with some meditation. The Akashic Records being the repository of all knowledge that sits in the Astral Plane. Jake sits down next to Tarrasque and smiles as a nurse’s aide walks into the room with a platter of food and drink. She stands on the other side of Tarasque and smiles at him.
Aide - Good morning, Isaac. How are we feeling? I have orange juice, oatmeal, fried eggs, and toast for you. You ready to eat?
Tarrasque is he’s been for almost a year. Hooked to machines to monitor him and carry away his waste to bags. The nursing staff care to his every need to keep him comfortable while the Order milks him for info.
Jake Ward sits and watches on his phone while the aide feeds Tarrasque and moves him to change the sheets beneath him and changes his waste bags. Once the morning routine is over, Jake changes back to his tablet.
Jake Ward - Ok, Mr. Hill. Do you sense any new threats?
Tarrasque just smiles a devious little smile.
Tarrasque - Me no know threats. Me lay bed all day.
Jake sighs. This is a game that Tarrasque plays on many days. He thinks it’s something that is funny. Jake does not share this sentiment.
Jake Ward - Come on, man. Look in that special place within your brain and come up with an answer.
Tarrasque - Fine.
Tarrasque closes his eyes and begins to focus on his inner self. He reaches into the library of knowledge that is the Akashic Record. His eyes flicker open to reveal only the whites of his eyes and he begins to speak.
Tarrasque - A bodak has escaped the Krimson Kharnival when it went up into Southern California. Last seen, it was destroying lives.
Jake sends a message through the tablet and nods.
Jake Ward - Anything else?
The next hour is spent milking Tarrasque for info on supernatural threats around the world. Threats that the Order will need to contain or destroy. Once finished, Tarrasque comes back to the real world and looks around. He smiles at Jake, but it’s not really a happy smile.
Tarrasque - Me do good?
Jake awkwardly pats him on the shoulder, an act that Tarrasque cannot feel, but at least sees being done.
Jake Ward - You’ve done great. You take years off of having to investigate things by sending us directly to the problems.
Tarrasque - Can Marcus come visit me?
Jake Ward - Now, you know you are in a secure location. We cannot allow visitors other than those allowed by the Order. Marcus cannot be trusted.
Tarrasque looks sad, but nods since that is one of the actions that he can partake in.
Tarrasque - When me be better?
Jake Ward - Oh, Mr. Hill. This is your life now. You will never be better.
Tarrasque - Oh.
Jake Ward - I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I think they are about to bring in lunch for you.
Jake gets up and walks away, leaving Tarrasque to his own thoughts.
Tarrasque - This worse fate than serving Armand. No Marcus. No wrestling. No good.
The nurse’s aide walks in at that time with lunch and what she needs to give Tarrasque a sponge bath. She bathes him first before starting to feed him. She is Alicia Key and has been at Tarrasque’s side since his arrival at this secret compound.
Alicia Key - My big boy is eating very well. Is there anything else you need of me, Mr. Hill?
Tarrasque looks at Alicia with sad, puppy dog eyes and a tear rolls down his cheek.
Tarrasque - Me need be whole. Me need Marcus. Me need out here!
Alicia Key sighs. They have been through this on a daily basis.
Alicia Key - You know that I can’t do that, Mr. Hill. I can’t heal you. I am no Doctor. The Doctors tell me that this state of being that you’re in now is permanent. Nothing to be done, but eat and enjoy being pampered for the rest of your life.
Tarrasque - You no understand. Me am slave.
Alicia Key - They tell me that you have saved so many lives with your information. This is a great calling for you. Don’t be sad, Mr. Hill. I’m sure one day they will figure this out.
Having finished taking care of Tarrasque, Alicia turns on some old cartoons and leaves him alone in the room.
Later, when dinner is to be served, there is a knock at the door. The nurse’s aide walks into the room with dinner and a little something to help Tarrasque sleep at night, but something is wrong. The same three aides have been helping Tarrasque every day since his arrival at this secret compound. This is someone different. She walks into the room with a smile, setting dinner down next to him.
Aide - I am a substitute aide in for the night, Mr. Hill. My name is Jasmine Minton.
She tends to Tarrasque’s needs, feeding him dinner, and changing the channel to an action movie.
Jasmine Minton - Is there anything else I can do for you, honey?
Tarrasque - You make me whole?
Jasmine rubs the side of Tarrasque’s face, something that he can feel. He smiles at the contact and nuzzles the hand a little.
Jasmine Minton - I have a way, but I will need help from you.
Tarrasque - You can? What you need?
Jasmine Minton - I have a line on a wrestling event coming up at Action Wrestling called Havoc. It’s a rumble-like event where the winner of the match gets a World title shot. This event will show us that you are ready for your true purpose.
Tarrasque - Which is?
Jasmine Minton - The downfall of the Krimson Kharnival and the death of Armand von Krauss.
Tarrasque grins so widely that he bares his teeth in joy.
Tarrasque - Me be glad help.
Jasmine Minton - Good. My real name is Kekenot and I am from the Profane Court of the Ravens. I have an injection that will help regenerate you back to full strength over the course of the night. In the morning, you will know what to do when Jake Ward comes in to see you.
Tarrasque - What in needle?
Jasmine Minton - It’s best to not know what’s in it. Just know that you will be better than ever.
Tarrasque - Do it.
She reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small syringe with a glowing red fluid in it that has dark blobs inside of it much like a lava lamp. She sticks it in the side of Tarrasque’s neck and injects the fluids into him.
Jasmine Minton - We of the Court will be waiting for you when you break out of this place tomorrow. Good luck, Mr. Hill.
Tarrasque - Thank you.
During the night, Tarrasque grits his teeth and fights back the pain as his neck regenerates and sensations flood him as his body is healed, skipping months and years of physical therapy in the course of a single night. Jake Ward walks in with his tablet in the morning. He turns the television off and sits down next to Tarrasque. He watches as the morning nurse’s aide also comes into the room and feeds Tarrasque breakfast and takes care of his needs.
Jake Ward - Are you ready to give me a fresh report, Mr. Hill?
Tarrasque - Me ready.
Tarrasque sits up in the bed, Jake watching him with wide-open eyes and his jaw left hanging open.
Jake Ward - How?
Tarrasque grins, seizing Jake by the throat.
Tarrasque - No more. Me am ready leave now. Good?
Jake struggles to speak, but finds that he can’t with Tarrasque’s steel grasp around his throat. He motions desperately for Tarrasque to release him, smacking him with the tablet hard enough to break it. Tarrasque releases him back into the chair, Jake’s hands go to his throat as he tries to catch his breath.
Tarrasque - What way out?
Jake Ward - I can’t-
Tarrasque - LEAD ME OUT!
Jake Ward - Alright, Mr. Hill.
Tarrasque - Me name Tarrasque! Me am strong!
Jake Ward - Right. I will lead you out, Tarrasque.
Tarrasque - Me am winning Havoc! Me am killing Armand.
Jake leads Tarrasque out of the building where Jasmine Minton waits with a car to drive Tarrasque away. Jake watches them leave.
Jake Ward - I’m going to get fired. Yup.
He was in the ring, having been defeated by DemoniK. That is when Armand von Krauss struck when he was at his weakest. He brought Tarrasque to the top turnbuckle and into a superplex position and simply dropped him onto his head onto the concrete floor. Tarrasque remembers the collective gasp of the crowd and the cracking of his neck and head before everything went dark.
He woke in the hospital, but something was wrong. His friend and manager, Marcus Anderson, was in tears when he saw him. Tarrasque wanted to hug him and let him know that he was awake and feeling much better, but his body wouldn’t respond. Why wouldn’t his body respond? He tried to move his legs, his arms, or his anything below the neck, but nothing would move. Marcus sat next to his bed and tried to clean himself up when he saw that Tarrasque was awake.
Marcus Anderson - Hey, buddy. How you feeling?
Tarrasque tried to shrug, but that was beyond his current capabilities. He settles for a weak smile.
Tarrasque - Me no can move. They fix me?
Marcus Anderson - They?
Tarrasque motions with his chin to the Doctor standing in the room with a clipboard and a small needle. He sets his things down on the table by the side of the bed and holds out his hand to Marcus.
Doctor - Hello. I’m Doctor Fitzgerald. Isaac? Can you feel this?
Tarrasque blinks.
Tarrasque - Feel what? You do something me?
Marcus looks down at the Doctor’s hands where he sees that the Doctor had poked the needle into the bottom of Tarrasque’s foot. Tarrasque who’s real name is Isaac Hill.
Doctor Fitzgerald - How about now?
This time the Doctor had poked Tarrasque in the shoulder to see if he can feel it.
Tarrasque - Me feel nothing. You do something?
Marcus Anderson - Is this something that we can repair? Get him back in the ring someday?
Doctor Fitzgerald - His neck is shattered and his skull is fractured. To be honest, I’m surprised that he’s alive through this trauma.
Marcus Anderson - Tarrasque is the toughest man I know. He can bounce back from this.
Doctor Fitzgerald - We are going to transfer him to a nursing home. He’s going to be staying there for the rest of his life. There’s not enough bone in his neck to put it back together and his spinal cord…he will never wrestle again. So, you can use his real name now. Mr. Hill is finished.
The Doctor gathers his things and leaves the rooms while Marcus buries his face onto Tarrasque’s chest and cries.
Marcus Anderson - I should have protected you better, Isaac. I didn’t know that Armand was going to make a big push.
Tarrasque - No cry. Me warrior. Me fall like warrior. You no do wrong. You my friend like you father was friend. Everything be ok.
Marcus sits up and wipes at his eyes.
Marcus Anderson - I’ll visit you often at the nursing home. Would you like that?
Tarrasque - Me like, Marcus. Me like lots.
Tarrasque was moved to a nursing home in San Diego, California not so far from the Anderson household where Marcus lived with his mother, but many unauthorized people coming to see Tarrasque forced a move to a secure facility by a secretive order attached to the running of Conquest Wrestling Federation.
The lights in the room come on to reveal Tarrasque lying in bed. A young man walks into the room with a tablet in his hands. He is Jake Ward, a youngling within the Order, his job is to milk the Tarrasque for useful information on threats and such that the Order needs to work on.
Tarrasque knows this for he can access the Akashi Records with some meditation. The Akashic Records being the repository of all knowledge that sits in the Astral Plane. Jake sits down next to Tarrasque and smiles as a nurse’s aide walks into the room with a platter of food and drink. She stands on the other side of Tarasque and smiles at him.
Aide - Good morning, Isaac. How are we feeling? I have orange juice, oatmeal, fried eggs, and toast for you. You ready to eat?
Tarrasque is he’s been for almost a year. Hooked to machines to monitor him and carry away his waste to bags. The nursing staff care to his every need to keep him comfortable while the Order milks him for info.
Jake Ward sits and watches on his phone while the aide feeds Tarrasque and moves him to change the sheets beneath him and changes his waste bags. Once the morning routine is over, Jake changes back to his tablet.
Jake Ward - Ok, Mr. Hill. Do you sense any new threats?
Tarrasque just smiles a devious little smile.
Tarrasque - Me no know threats. Me lay bed all day.
Jake sighs. This is a game that Tarrasque plays on many days. He thinks it’s something that is funny. Jake does not share this sentiment.
Jake Ward - Come on, man. Look in that special place within your brain and come up with an answer.
Tarrasque - Fine.
Tarrasque closes his eyes and begins to focus on his inner self. He reaches into the library of knowledge that is the Akashic Record. His eyes flicker open to reveal only the whites of his eyes and he begins to speak.
Tarrasque - A bodak has escaped the Krimson Kharnival when it went up into Southern California. Last seen, it was destroying lives.
Jake sends a message through the tablet and nods.
Jake Ward - Anything else?
The next hour is spent milking Tarrasque for info on supernatural threats around the world. Threats that the Order will need to contain or destroy. Once finished, Tarrasque comes back to the real world and looks around. He smiles at Jake, but it’s not really a happy smile.
Tarrasque - Me do good?
Jake awkwardly pats him on the shoulder, an act that Tarrasque cannot feel, but at least sees being done.
Jake Ward - You’ve done great. You take years off of having to investigate things by sending us directly to the problems.
Tarrasque - Can Marcus come visit me?
Jake Ward - Now, you know you are in a secure location. We cannot allow visitors other than those allowed by the Order. Marcus cannot be trusted.
Tarrasque looks sad, but nods since that is one of the actions that he can partake in.
Tarrasque - When me be better?
Jake Ward - Oh, Mr. Hill. This is your life now. You will never be better.
Tarrasque - Oh.
Jake Ward - I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I think they are about to bring in lunch for you.
Jake gets up and walks away, leaving Tarrasque to his own thoughts.
Tarrasque - This worse fate than serving Armand. No Marcus. No wrestling. No good.
The nurse’s aide walks in at that time with lunch and what she needs to give Tarrasque a sponge bath. She bathes him first before starting to feed him. She is Alicia Key and has been at Tarrasque’s side since his arrival at this secret compound.
Alicia Key - My big boy is eating very well. Is there anything else you need of me, Mr. Hill?
Tarrasque looks at Alicia with sad, puppy dog eyes and a tear rolls down his cheek.
Tarrasque - Me need be whole. Me need Marcus. Me need out here!
Alicia Key sighs. They have been through this on a daily basis.
Alicia Key - You know that I can’t do that, Mr. Hill. I can’t heal you. I am no Doctor. The Doctors tell me that this state of being that you’re in now is permanent. Nothing to be done, but eat and enjoy being pampered for the rest of your life.
Tarrasque - You no understand. Me am slave.
Alicia Key - They tell me that you have saved so many lives with your information. This is a great calling for you. Don’t be sad, Mr. Hill. I’m sure one day they will figure this out.
Having finished taking care of Tarrasque, Alicia turns on some old cartoons and leaves him alone in the room.
Later, when dinner is to be served, there is a knock at the door. The nurse’s aide walks into the room with dinner and a little something to help Tarrasque sleep at night, but something is wrong. The same three aides have been helping Tarrasque every day since his arrival at this secret compound. This is someone different. She walks into the room with a smile, setting dinner down next to him.
Aide - I am a substitute aide in for the night, Mr. Hill. My name is Jasmine Minton.
She tends to Tarrasque’s needs, feeding him dinner, and changing the channel to an action movie.
Jasmine Minton - Is there anything else I can do for you, honey?
Tarrasque - You make me whole?
Jasmine rubs the side of Tarrasque’s face, something that he can feel. He smiles at the contact and nuzzles the hand a little.
Jasmine Minton - I have a way, but I will need help from you.
Tarrasque - You can? What you need?
Jasmine Minton - I have a line on a wrestling event coming up at Action Wrestling called Havoc. It’s a rumble-like event where the winner of the match gets a World title shot. This event will show us that you are ready for your true purpose.
Tarrasque - Which is?
Jasmine Minton - The downfall of the Krimson Kharnival and the death of Armand von Krauss.
Tarrasque grins so widely that he bares his teeth in joy.
Tarrasque - Me be glad help.
Jasmine Minton - Good. My real name is Kekenot and I am from the Profane Court of the Ravens. I have an injection that will help regenerate you back to full strength over the course of the night. In the morning, you will know what to do when Jake Ward comes in to see you.
Tarrasque - What in needle?
Jasmine Minton - It’s best to not know what’s in it. Just know that you will be better than ever.
Tarrasque - Do it.
She reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small syringe with a glowing red fluid in it that has dark blobs inside of it much like a lava lamp. She sticks it in the side of Tarrasque’s neck and injects the fluids into him.
Jasmine Minton - We of the Court will be waiting for you when you break out of this place tomorrow. Good luck, Mr. Hill.
Tarrasque - Thank you.
During the night, Tarrasque grits his teeth and fights back the pain as his neck regenerates and sensations flood him as his body is healed, skipping months and years of physical therapy in the course of a single night. Jake Ward walks in with his tablet in the morning. He turns the television off and sits down next to Tarrasque. He watches as the morning nurse’s aide also comes into the room and feeds Tarrasque breakfast and takes care of his needs.
Jake Ward - Are you ready to give me a fresh report, Mr. Hill?
Tarrasque - Me ready.
Tarrasque sits up in the bed, Jake watching him with wide-open eyes and his jaw left hanging open.
Jake Ward - How?
Tarrasque grins, seizing Jake by the throat.
Tarrasque - No more. Me am ready leave now. Good?
Jake struggles to speak, but finds that he can’t with Tarrasque’s steel grasp around his throat. He motions desperately for Tarrasque to release him, smacking him with the tablet hard enough to break it. Tarrasque releases him back into the chair, Jake’s hands go to his throat as he tries to catch his breath.
Tarrasque - What way out?
Jake Ward - I can’t-
Tarrasque - LEAD ME OUT!
Jake Ward - Alright, Mr. Hill.
Tarrasque - Me name Tarrasque! Me am strong!
Jake Ward - Right. I will lead you out, Tarrasque.
Tarrasque - Me am winning Havoc! Me am killing Armand.
Jake leads Tarrasque out of the building where Jasmine Minton waits with a car to drive Tarrasque away. Jake watches them leave.
Jake Ward - I’m going to get fired. Yup.