Post by Donald Deruty on Feb 25, 2018 18:56:03 GMT -5
The scene opens with the view of a large building with a multitude of different windows scattered about the metal tower. Sun rays reflect off of the metallic structure causing small glares and light flares upon the camera lens as it approaches the large building. Slowly it approaches the base of the large structured titan as the sound of clicking keys off of a desktop can be heard echoing through the open lobby. The camera man walks into the lobby and takes a right down the hall but the view turns black quickly once a person was within the view of the camera shot.
Slowly the view comes back but is focused up at the number of a room. “512” is plated right outside of the wooden door as the cameraman then proceeds to walk into the room. The room is dark but with a small amount of light crawling in through the shutters of the windows. Lying on the bed inside the room is a middle aged woman, her bald head lying upon the hospital pillow. The woman’s body slightly shivering as she grasps the thin covers for dear life attempting to warm herself from the cold breeze flowing through the room.
*CREAK*
The sound of the wooden door opening can be heard as the squeaking of wheels echo and enter the room. Behind her is an IV on wheels and it enters the room with the individual that is grasping it by its metallic base. The woman in the bed reacts to the sound of the door opening as her eyes quickly open and she begins to stare at the individual.
Nurse: “Kimberly, are you ready for your last day of treatment?”
The woman lying in the bed does not respond to the nurse as she only continues to lay in the bed and shake uncontrollably. Slowly her eyes begin to look up at the nurse and she then continues to take a large gulp of spit before speaking.
Kimberly: “Yes! I am ready to get this over with! Have you heard anything from my family recently?
The nurse looks down towards the floor before looking back up and then proceeds to stare deeply into the eyes of Kimberly.
Nurse: “Unfortunately I have not Kimberly, I am sure someone will come! Surely it won’t be too much longer!”
The nurse remains enthusiastic as she walks over to Kimberly and begins to hook up the IV. Kimberly rolls over on her back preparing for the operation to begin as she takes a deep breath. The sound of faint footsteps echo throughout the hallway outside of the door while the nurse and Kimberly continue to prepare. The steps get louder and louder and Kimberly seems to take notice as they seem to approach closer and closer to the door.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
A quick and swift combination of two knocks can be heard on the wooden door. Slowly a man wearing a nice black suit walks into the room and approaches the two women. The nurse immediately turns around with excitement to see someone here to visit Kimberly.
Nurse: “Hello! How are you? Are you here to visit Kimberly?”
The man walks further into the room and greets the nurse.
Man: “Yes I am actually, I am here to check on her and see how she is doing.”
The nurse’s face blows up with excitement but Kimberly continues to not emotionally respond to her visitor with no name. After the nurse finishes the IV she then walks over to the man and gives him a big hug before apologizing quietly and leaving the room. She whispered in his ear before releasing him from the bear hug and quickly leaves the room.
Man: “Well how are you doing Kim? Hanging in there?”
Kimberly continues to stare at the man with an emotionless face. She looks at the man but then rolls over slightly on her side unlocking her eyes off of the presence of the man. Her face begins to flush as her skins slowly become paler and paler. The man doesn’t react to the woman ignoring his presence but instead chooses to walk back out of the room slowly. As he leaves he is approached by the nurse who quickly closes the door before asking the man a bunch of questions.
Nurse: “Well did she seem excited to see you? She has not had a visitor in months and I always feel bad because she talks so much about having this big family but no one ever seems to show up.
Man: “Yeah I guess you can say that. I am honestly not surprised that no one has been here in that long. Wait she said that she was waiting for a big family to show up?”
The nurse looks at the man with an odd face before continuing to answer his question.
Nurse: “Yes she always talks about a Johnny, but she sometimes brings up a Thomas for some reason. I know that Mr. Simmons is always busy and is unable to make it because of those corporate assholes won’t let him off during her days of treatment but never once have I met Thomas. To be honest with you I have never seen or heard of Jack, Donnie, or Donald either.”
The man looks at the woman with a confused look in his eye. He grabs her should and slowly pulls her away from the door and closer to the front desk of the current section of the hospital. He takes a deep breath before continues to question the nurse.
Man: “First off that last name, Donald, which is me. Johnny is my piece of shit step father that never gave a…sorry that’s not important right now. Does she say that she keeps in contact with Thomas and the others? I am just curious because I am looking to get back in contact with them all. A little family reunion you could say.
Donald beats around the bush as he tries to get information from the kind nurse. After the nurse hearing the plans of a family reunion her face lights up like fireworks at the thought of a family getting back together after so long.
Nurse: “Oh that is amazing! She was talking about how she just met up with Thomas and Jack the other day for lunch. I am sure it won’t be too hard for you to find them now that you are here. Kimberly seems to be in constant contact with them so it sounds like it won’t be too entirely hard to find them.”
A shocked look crawls upon the face of Donald as he looks at the nurse in a gaze of confusion. He then shakes out of his confused state and responds to the nurse.
Donald Deruty: “I think that you need to stop playing this little game with her and just tell her the truth. I know that the chemo took a huge toll on her but this is ridiculous.”
The nurse grabs Donald and moves him further away from the door and drags him back into another room behind the nurse’s desk.
Nurse: “Mr. Simmo..”
Donald immediately interrupts her.
Donald Deruty: “Deruty, my name is Deruty.”
Nurse: “My apologies Mr. Deruty but Kimberly is not in the best state mentally as of now. I know that she can hear right outside of her room because she talks to me about other patients and visitors. She went through a traumatic event and sometimes this is the way that people respond to this large of tragedy in their life.”
Donald begins to get upset with the nurse. He walks closer to the nurse as he begins to speak to her but stops right before he bumps into her chest.
Donald Deruty: “This is a human being, it may be a piece of shit human being but she is a person. She put me through so much but not even I would want to wish for her to live the same day over and over again, how could you?”
Nurse: “Mr. Deruty it is complicated, why don’t you come speak to my supervisor and we can discuss everything more in depth?”
Donald begins to walk back towards the door. He grips the door knob but turns back towards the nurse one last time before opening the door and exiting the room.
Donald Deruty: “It has been days since she has moved on from this day. She is depressed not a fucking psychopath.”
Nurse: “I am sorry Donald but this is…”
Donald quickly exits through the door leaving the nurse by herself. He practically slams the door behind him. Slowly the shot becomes dark leaving the nurse in the room pondering upon her actions before she walks out of the room leaving the room silent and completely covered in darkness.
The scene opens up with the view of a small glass mirror can be seen. The camera pans down towards the sink below the mirror. Sitting upon the base of the sink are multiple different bottles and canisters of pills. Slowly a shadow creeps behind the camera slowly until the view of Donald Deruty can be seen within the reflection of the small bathroom mirror.
The collar of a black leather jacket can be seen near the bottom of the mirror as well as a grey t-shirt underneath the jacket. The view of the camera focuses solely on the mirror’s reflection and nothing that expands past the view of the glass. Through the mirror Donald reaches down towards the sink and clears his throat shortly after before speaking directly towards the mirror, not making eye contact towards the camera.
“We all look at each other in the mirror and question ourselves. Sometimes we question what we wish to improve about ourselves, we question our weight, we question our looks, and we even sometimes question our sanity. It is human nature to constantly look towards improving ourselves, as much as society tells us that we are all beautiful and that we should always be accepting of ourselves, but there is one problem. We are all perfectionists on the inside. No matter how much we improve one aspect of ourselves there is always going to be more that we can do to better our own personal views towards ourselves.
Sometimes the changes are cosmetic, some are emotional, and some are mental, but no matter what that change is we all feel that it needs to be done. People turn to friends and family for help if their problem is one that has them emotionally on the ropes. Some individuals turn towards professionals with years of experience working with people that constantly look to alter their own concept of their own self. Medication is sometimes the answer for some, whether you are a young teen with a severe case of acne or you are clinically depressed and need them to feel better about yourself and your life. Society continues to tell us that we need to alter ourselves whether it is pills, diets, or even makeup. We all look for those quick solutions because we not only feel that society looks at us in a negative light because of our imperfections but also because now we think of ourselves negatively.
People look around at others and instantly judge others based off of their immediate perception of that person. It is human nature to base a person off of their looks the first time that you meet them. No matter whether we feel we never judge a person off of first impressions it is human nature to immediately create perceptions about an individual as soon as we see them. We may see a person that is walking down the street; her clothes seem to be the size of a dish rag. A majority of her body could be exposed to the world but people’s immediate reaction is to label her immediately as someone with no morals or even potentially a slut. Although people do not put into account the problems that lead this individual to wear these particular clothes. Maybe this individual has no one in her life to reinforce the thought that she is beautiful on the inside as well as the outside and forces herself to try and gain the attention and approval of random strangers. Some people look at someone that is a tad bit heavier than others and they are immediately thought of as someone who doesn’t take care of themselves by eating unhealthy food or by stuffing their face. That same individual could be the healthiest eater that you have ever seen but biologically they cannot lose weight because of the way their genetic code is constructed limiting the rate at which his metabolism performs.”
Donald looks down and shakes his head slowly before looking back up towards the glass. He runs his thumb and index finger past his closed eyelids before opening them once again and speaking back towards the direction of the mirror.
“No matter if we are the ones that are being judged or the ones doing the judging when we look at this mirror we always see something that we can change. We frantically search the web for potential ways to fix these mythical problems that we have fixated in our brains. We all look for that cure, solution, or antidote to our problems. Some of us get to the point of obsession where we don’t care whether we have to go under the needle, shove pills down our throats, or even go through a major medical procedure. They are just looking for a constant antidote to their poison thoughts and unfortunately for my family, my mother was no different. A majority of her life was overshadowed and consumed with tragedy, but it was never a personal problem. She always had terrible things happen to the people around her but those awful misfortunes never directly affected her own self.
Kimberly Simmons was always a person who enjoyed reflecting on the bright side of situations and predicaments. As a young child she grew up poor but she did not let that stop her from enjoying life to the fullest. At one point in her life she could not continue to live with her family because they could not provide for her or her wellbeing so she needed to move on from them. She moved into a friend’s home, and their family welcomed her with open arms. They fed her, they clothed her, and they even treated her like she was family. Shortly thereafter she heard news of her families’ horrifying death. Her mother and father were in a horrific accident that ended their lives instantaneously. Everyone around her gave her their condolences for her loss, but she did not dwell upon the catastrophe that life presented to her. Instead her response was that she was glad that they did not have to suffer through any more of the pain that they were already enduring. She had immediate closure for their deaths and always seemed to move on swiftly, almost like she changed her identity.
This same affect occurred with the tragic death of my father and brothers. Kimberly grieved her own way and I as a young child was confused about why my own flesh and blood did not cry like I did. Why she did not lock herself away for no one to see her fall apart and crumble. I constantly asked myself these questions as a child and I never found the answer until she met another man and almost seemed to become another person. Quickly I found myself non-existent in her present life, almost like I was a merely a memory of the past that would pop up in her head ever so often. This new man became the centerpiece of her new and improved life. She no longer lived in a shithole of a home, she no longer struggled to make ends meet, and she no longer was Kimberly Deruty. She was now Kimberly Simmons and even attempted to force be to conform to this new change in my life. On paper she was successful but mentally I knew I would never be anyone but Donald Deruty. No one gave a single care in the world about my last name but I knew that I could walk around town with the pride of having the last name Deruty, and she successfully attempted to take that pride away from me. From that day on I knew that she was a completely new person, and that the mother I knew was dead.”
Donald then reaches down to the bottle of pills and pops the child proof lock top off of the bottle. He then turns around and begins to pour the pills on the floor in front of him. Now facing the camera he clears his throat before beginning to speak once again.
“Later on in life I learned that my mother took multitudes of various medications. She had been diagnosed with depression at a young age but had been keeping it from everyone. These pills constantly kept her in good moods and would always keep her happy on the outside. Although on the inside she was constantly grieving. Life was her poison, it always seemed the longer she lived the more poison she injected. Those pills were her antidote to that poison, but she quickly found out that the antidote did not cure her forever. It only nullified the pain that she was feeling, and unfortunately all of that past tragedy caught up to her.
Unlike my mother I do not attempt to cure my poison with any medication or and short term solution, I face it head on. I do not try and nullify my pain because I know that is what makes me myself, my pain and past struggles is what identifies me and makes me different from every other person on this planet. Everyone has their hardships and people deal with it in different ways but I don’t attempt to cry or find ways to fill missing holes that are left in me after these horrendous events, I choose to acknowledge them and allow them to make me stronger. My opponent this week calls himself “The Antidote”, but so far here he has done nothing but been a nuisance to Action Wrestling. The first week he backstabbed his opponent and ultimately ended his career here in Action Wrestling with the help of two masked men that didn’t even have the balls to show their face and to show the world who really is responsible for that assault.
Spencer Adams is a WCF alum and I always respect people from that business, professional wrestling truly is a brotherhood but this “Antidote” seems to be polluted. The thing about antidotes is that you may get poisoned time after time, taking your antidote to counter react the effects of the poison, but eventually Spencer you are going to run out of your antidote. Eventually you will be feeling the full effect of that poison, the poison that you have created here for yourself. Spencer much like Kimberly you drank from the well too much and well now it’s dry. It is dry as a bone and you are going to desperately need it once you step foot inside that squared circle with me.”
Donald turns back around towards the mirror and picks up something from the sink but the view of the item is blocked by Donald’s body.
“You see Spencer we all have our own antidotes that we create when we deal with our problems. After a long break up it might be a good cold pint of ice cream to help mend your broken heart. After a rough week at work it may be a nice day to only yourself so you can regroup from all your troubles. We all look at ourselves and our problems and ponder upon the solutions...”
Donald reaches back and swings his right arm towards the mirror. In his grasp is a small hammer, and he strikes the glass structure with the head of the hammer. The glass breaks and it swings open from the wall to reveal that it was a medicine cabinet. Bottles of pills fall and roll out from the newly cracked mirror and medicine cabinet all over the sink. Donald then turns back towards the camera and looks directly into the lens.
“I am not looking and reflecting upon my own problems and mistakes anymore Spencer, this week instead I have looked into yours and I believe you need to do the same. I do not know if you look into the mirror and see a hero or a villain but this week it doesn’t matter because whether you think of yourself as the antagonist or the protagonist, we both have one thing on our minds. The Action Wrestling World Championship, and I don’t look in that mirror and see a man that is going to give up his shot at the Action Wrestling World Championship because a small man has two bigger friends to watch his back when he pleases.
When I look into that mirror I don’t see “The Antidote”, I see the first Action Wrestling World Champion looking back at me. Although when I look at you Spencer I don’t see “The Antidote” either, instead I see “The Poison” of Action Wrestling, and this week the antidote to your poison is labeled Donald Deruty. Although this week I will not only be the antidote that the Action Wrestling needs to rid it of your pathogens but I will also be decontaminating it completely. Once your laying on your back staring at the top of that Sin City arena the crowd will cheer and rejoice that the little prick called Spencer Adams has been knocked back down to size. You are no different from others Spencer you are just another case of the common cold and I got a little surprise that helps the medicine go down, and it’s a heaping ladle full of some Dead and Forgotten”
Donald chuckles at himself for a second and begins to walk away from the destroyed mirror and sink. He slowly exits frame and the camera begins to zoom into the results from the hammer. Donald quickly pops into view once again.
“Oh and don’t forget to bring your little masked friends to the party, because I got enough medicine for all of you!”
Donald once again chuckles before walking out of frame as the shot goes black.
Nurse: “Kimberly how excited are you for your last day of treatment!”
The nurse walks closer to the bed and pulls back the curtain slightly, gasps and runs out of the room with haste. Her face pale like she has seen a ghost. Slowly the camera walks towards the bed and as it approaches the curtain. The man looks into the curtains and drops the camera on the floor. Now the camera is facing the side of the bed where there is a small empty medicine bottle. Slowly the scene goes black as the sound of the nurse and others running back into the room can be heard until it slowly echoes and dissipates into completely silence.
Slowly the view comes back but is focused up at the number of a room. “512” is plated right outside of the wooden door as the cameraman then proceeds to walk into the room. The room is dark but with a small amount of light crawling in through the shutters of the windows. Lying on the bed inside the room is a middle aged woman, her bald head lying upon the hospital pillow. The woman’s body slightly shivering as she grasps the thin covers for dear life attempting to warm herself from the cold breeze flowing through the room.
*CREAK*
The sound of the wooden door opening can be heard as the squeaking of wheels echo and enter the room. Behind her is an IV on wheels and it enters the room with the individual that is grasping it by its metallic base. The woman in the bed reacts to the sound of the door opening as her eyes quickly open and she begins to stare at the individual.
Nurse: “Kimberly, are you ready for your last day of treatment?”
The woman lying in the bed does not respond to the nurse as she only continues to lay in the bed and shake uncontrollably. Slowly her eyes begin to look up at the nurse and she then continues to take a large gulp of spit before speaking.
Kimberly: “Yes! I am ready to get this over with! Have you heard anything from my family recently?
The nurse looks down towards the floor before looking back up and then proceeds to stare deeply into the eyes of Kimberly.
Nurse: “Unfortunately I have not Kimberly, I am sure someone will come! Surely it won’t be too much longer!”
The nurse remains enthusiastic as she walks over to Kimberly and begins to hook up the IV. Kimberly rolls over on her back preparing for the operation to begin as she takes a deep breath. The sound of faint footsteps echo throughout the hallway outside of the door while the nurse and Kimberly continue to prepare. The steps get louder and louder and Kimberly seems to take notice as they seem to approach closer and closer to the door.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
A quick and swift combination of two knocks can be heard on the wooden door. Slowly a man wearing a nice black suit walks into the room and approaches the two women. The nurse immediately turns around with excitement to see someone here to visit Kimberly.
Nurse: “Hello! How are you? Are you here to visit Kimberly?”
The man walks further into the room and greets the nurse.
Man: “Yes I am actually, I am here to check on her and see how she is doing.”
The nurse’s face blows up with excitement but Kimberly continues to not emotionally respond to her visitor with no name. After the nurse finishes the IV she then walks over to the man and gives him a big hug before apologizing quietly and leaving the room. She whispered in his ear before releasing him from the bear hug and quickly leaves the room.
Man: “Well how are you doing Kim? Hanging in there?”
Kimberly continues to stare at the man with an emotionless face. She looks at the man but then rolls over slightly on her side unlocking her eyes off of the presence of the man. Her face begins to flush as her skins slowly become paler and paler. The man doesn’t react to the woman ignoring his presence but instead chooses to walk back out of the room slowly. As he leaves he is approached by the nurse who quickly closes the door before asking the man a bunch of questions.
Nurse: “Well did she seem excited to see you? She has not had a visitor in months and I always feel bad because she talks so much about having this big family but no one ever seems to show up.
Man: “Yeah I guess you can say that. I am honestly not surprised that no one has been here in that long. Wait she said that she was waiting for a big family to show up?”
The nurse looks at the man with an odd face before continuing to answer his question.
Nurse: “Yes she always talks about a Johnny, but she sometimes brings up a Thomas for some reason. I know that Mr. Simmons is always busy and is unable to make it because of those corporate assholes won’t let him off during her days of treatment but never once have I met Thomas. To be honest with you I have never seen or heard of Jack, Donnie, or Donald either.”
The man looks at the woman with a confused look in his eye. He grabs her should and slowly pulls her away from the door and closer to the front desk of the current section of the hospital. He takes a deep breath before continues to question the nurse.
Man: “First off that last name, Donald, which is me. Johnny is my piece of shit step father that never gave a…sorry that’s not important right now. Does she say that she keeps in contact with Thomas and the others? I am just curious because I am looking to get back in contact with them all. A little family reunion you could say.
Donald beats around the bush as he tries to get information from the kind nurse. After the nurse hearing the plans of a family reunion her face lights up like fireworks at the thought of a family getting back together after so long.
Nurse: “Oh that is amazing! She was talking about how she just met up with Thomas and Jack the other day for lunch. I am sure it won’t be too hard for you to find them now that you are here. Kimberly seems to be in constant contact with them so it sounds like it won’t be too entirely hard to find them.”
A shocked look crawls upon the face of Donald as he looks at the nurse in a gaze of confusion. He then shakes out of his confused state and responds to the nurse.
Donald Deruty: “I think that you need to stop playing this little game with her and just tell her the truth. I know that the chemo took a huge toll on her but this is ridiculous.”
The nurse grabs Donald and moves him further away from the door and drags him back into another room behind the nurse’s desk.
Nurse: “Mr. Simmo..”
Donald immediately interrupts her.
Donald Deruty: “Deruty, my name is Deruty.”
Nurse: “My apologies Mr. Deruty but Kimberly is not in the best state mentally as of now. I know that she can hear right outside of her room because she talks to me about other patients and visitors. She went through a traumatic event and sometimes this is the way that people respond to this large of tragedy in their life.”
Donald begins to get upset with the nurse. He walks closer to the nurse as he begins to speak to her but stops right before he bumps into her chest.
Donald Deruty: “This is a human being, it may be a piece of shit human being but she is a person. She put me through so much but not even I would want to wish for her to live the same day over and over again, how could you?”
Nurse: “Mr. Deruty it is complicated, why don’t you come speak to my supervisor and we can discuss everything more in depth?”
Donald begins to walk back towards the door. He grips the door knob but turns back towards the nurse one last time before opening the door and exiting the room.
Donald Deruty: “It has been days since she has moved on from this day. She is depressed not a fucking psychopath.”
Nurse: “I am sorry Donald but this is…”
Donald quickly exits through the door leaving the nurse by herself. He practically slams the door behind him. Slowly the shot becomes dark leaving the nurse in the room pondering upon her actions before she walks out of the room leaving the room silent and completely covered in darkness.
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Present Day
The collar of a black leather jacket can be seen near the bottom of the mirror as well as a grey t-shirt underneath the jacket. The view of the camera focuses solely on the mirror’s reflection and nothing that expands past the view of the glass. Through the mirror Donald reaches down towards the sink and clears his throat shortly after before speaking directly towards the mirror, not making eye contact towards the camera.
“We all look at each other in the mirror and question ourselves. Sometimes we question what we wish to improve about ourselves, we question our weight, we question our looks, and we even sometimes question our sanity. It is human nature to constantly look towards improving ourselves, as much as society tells us that we are all beautiful and that we should always be accepting of ourselves, but there is one problem. We are all perfectionists on the inside. No matter how much we improve one aspect of ourselves there is always going to be more that we can do to better our own personal views towards ourselves.
Sometimes the changes are cosmetic, some are emotional, and some are mental, but no matter what that change is we all feel that it needs to be done. People turn to friends and family for help if their problem is one that has them emotionally on the ropes. Some individuals turn towards professionals with years of experience working with people that constantly look to alter their own concept of their own self. Medication is sometimes the answer for some, whether you are a young teen with a severe case of acne or you are clinically depressed and need them to feel better about yourself and your life. Society continues to tell us that we need to alter ourselves whether it is pills, diets, or even makeup. We all look for those quick solutions because we not only feel that society looks at us in a negative light because of our imperfections but also because now we think of ourselves negatively.
People look around at others and instantly judge others based off of their immediate perception of that person. It is human nature to base a person off of their looks the first time that you meet them. No matter whether we feel we never judge a person off of first impressions it is human nature to immediately create perceptions about an individual as soon as we see them. We may see a person that is walking down the street; her clothes seem to be the size of a dish rag. A majority of her body could be exposed to the world but people’s immediate reaction is to label her immediately as someone with no morals or even potentially a slut. Although people do not put into account the problems that lead this individual to wear these particular clothes. Maybe this individual has no one in her life to reinforce the thought that she is beautiful on the inside as well as the outside and forces herself to try and gain the attention and approval of random strangers. Some people look at someone that is a tad bit heavier than others and they are immediately thought of as someone who doesn’t take care of themselves by eating unhealthy food or by stuffing their face. That same individual could be the healthiest eater that you have ever seen but biologically they cannot lose weight because of the way their genetic code is constructed limiting the rate at which his metabolism performs.”
Donald looks down and shakes his head slowly before looking back up towards the glass. He runs his thumb and index finger past his closed eyelids before opening them once again and speaking back towards the direction of the mirror.
“No matter if we are the ones that are being judged or the ones doing the judging when we look at this mirror we always see something that we can change. We frantically search the web for potential ways to fix these mythical problems that we have fixated in our brains. We all look for that cure, solution, or antidote to our problems. Some of us get to the point of obsession where we don’t care whether we have to go under the needle, shove pills down our throats, or even go through a major medical procedure. They are just looking for a constant antidote to their poison thoughts and unfortunately for my family, my mother was no different. A majority of her life was overshadowed and consumed with tragedy, but it was never a personal problem. She always had terrible things happen to the people around her but those awful misfortunes never directly affected her own self.
Kimberly Simmons was always a person who enjoyed reflecting on the bright side of situations and predicaments. As a young child she grew up poor but she did not let that stop her from enjoying life to the fullest. At one point in her life she could not continue to live with her family because they could not provide for her or her wellbeing so she needed to move on from them. She moved into a friend’s home, and their family welcomed her with open arms. They fed her, they clothed her, and they even treated her like she was family. Shortly thereafter she heard news of her families’ horrifying death. Her mother and father were in a horrific accident that ended their lives instantaneously. Everyone around her gave her their condolences for her loss, but she did not dwell upon the catastrophe that life presented to her. Instead her response was that she was glad that they did not have to suffer through any more of the pain that they were already enduring. She had immediate closure for their deaths and always seemed to move on swiftly, almost like she changed her identity.
This same affect occurred with the tragic death of my father and brothers. Kimberly grieved her own way and I as a young child was confused about why my own flesh and blood did not cry like I did. Why she did not lock herself away for no one to see her fall apart and crumble. I constantly asked myself these questions as a child and I never found the answer until she met another man and almost seemed to become another person. Quickly I found myself non-existent in her present life, almost like I was a merely a memory of the past that would pop up in her head ever so often. This new man became the centerpiece of her new and improved life. She no longer lived in a shithole of a home, she no longer struggled to make ends meet, and she no longer was Kimberly Deruty. She was now Kimberly Simmons and even attempted to force be to conform to this new change in my life. On paper she was successful but mentally I knew I would never be anyone but Donald Deruty. No one gave a single care in the world about my last name but I knew that I could walk around town with the pride of having the last name Deruty, and she successfully attempted to take that pride away from me. From that day on I knew that she was a completely new person, and that the mother I knew was dead.”
Donald then reaches down to the bottle of pills and pops the child proof lock top off of the bottle. He then turns around and begins to pour the pills on the floor in front of him. Now facing the camera he clears his throat before beginning to speak once again.
“Later on in life I learned that my mother took multitudes of various medications. She had been diagnosed with depression at a young age but had been keeping it from everyone. These pills constantly kept her in good moods and would always keep her happy on the outside. Although on the inside she was constantly grieving. Life was her poison, it always seemed the longer she lived the more poison she injected. Those pills were her antidote to that poison, but she quickly found out that the antidote did not cure her forever. It only nullified the pain that she was feeling, and unfortunately all of that past tragedy caught up to her.
Unlike my mother I do not attempt to cure my poison with any medication or and short term solution, I face it head on. I do not try and nullify my pain because I know that is what makes me myself, my pain and past struggles is what identifies me and makes me different from every other person on this planet. Everyone has their hardships and people deal with it in different ways but I don’t attempt to cry or find ways to fill missing holes that are left in me after these horrendous events, I choose to acknowledge them and allow them to make me stronger. My opponent this week calls himself “The Antidote”, but so far here he has done nothing but been a nuisance to Action Wrestling. The first week he backstabbed his opponent and ultimately ended his career here in Action Wrestling with the help of two masked men that didn’t even have the balls to show their face and to show the world who really is responsible for that assault.
Spencer Adams is a WCF alum and I always respect people from that business, professional wrestling truly is a brotherhood but this “Antidote” seems to be polluted. The thing about antidotes is that you may get poisoned time after time, taking your antidote to counter react the effects of the poison, but eventually Spencer you are going to run out of your antidote. Eventually you will be feeling the full effect of that poison, the poison that you have created here for yourself. Spencer much like Kimberly you drank from the well too much and well now it’s dry. It is dry as a bone and you are going to desperately need it once you step foot inside that squared circle with me.”
Donald turns back around towards the mirror and picks up something from the sink but the view of the item is blocked by Donald’s body.
“You see Spencer we all have our own antidotes that we create when we deal with our problems. After a long break up it might be a good cold pint of ice cream to help mend your broken heart. After a rough week at work it may be a nice day to only yourself so you can regroup from all your troubles. We all look at ourselves and our problems and ponder upon the solutions...”
Donald reaches back and swings his right arm towards the mirror. In his grasp is a small hammer, and he strikes the glass structure with the head of the hammer. The glass breaks and it swings open from the wall to reveal that it was a medicine cabinet. Bottles of pills fall and roll out from the newly cracked mirror and medicine cabinet all over the sink. Donald then turns back towards the camera and looks directly into the lens.
“I am not looking and reflecting upon my own problems and mistakes anymore Spencer, this week instead I have looked into yours and I believe you need to do the same. I do not know if you look into the mirror and see a hero or a villain but this week it doesn’t matter because whether you think of yourself as the antagonist or the protagonist, we both have one thing on our minds. The Action Wrestling World Championship, and I don’t look in that mirror and see a man that is going to give up his shot at the Action Wrestling World Championship because a small man has two bigger friends to watch his back when he pleases.
When I look into that mirror I don’t see “The Antidote”, I see the first Action Wrestling World Champion looking back at me. Although when I look at you Spencer I don’t see “The Antidote” either, instead I see “The Poison” of Action Wrestling, and this week the antidote to your poison is labeled Donald Deruty. Although this week I will not only be the antidote that the Action Wrestling needs to rid it of your pathogens but I will also be decontaminating it completely. Once your laying on your back staring at the top of that Sin City arena the crowd will cheer and rejoice that the little prick called Spencer Adams has been knocked back down to size. You are no different from others Spencer you are just another case of the common cold and I got a little surprise that helps the medicine go down, and it’s a heaping ladle full of some Dead and Forgotten”
Donald chuckles at himself for a second and begins to walk away from the destroyed mirror and sink. He slowly exits frame and the camera begins to zoom into the results from the hammer. Donald quickly pops into view once again.
“Oh and don’t forget to bring your little masked friends to the party, because I got enough medicine for all of you!”
Donald once again chuckles before walking out of frame as the shot goes black.
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The scene opens back up with the camera focused once again on the plate with the room number “512” over the door. Footsteps can be heard walking from behind the camera as a woman’s arm reaches for the door knob and slings the door open. Once again the sound of the wheels from the IV can be heard entering the room as well. The woman enters the hospital room once again, this time the curtain separating the other empty bed is up.Nurse: “Kimberly how excited are you for your last day of treatment!”
The nurse walks closer to the bed and pulls back the curtain slightly, gasps and runs out of the room with haste. Her face pale like she has seen a ghost. Slowly the camera walks towards the bed and as it approaches the curtain. The man looks into the curtains and drops the camera on the floor. Now the camera is facing the side of the bed where there is a small empty medicine bottle. Slowly the scene goes black as the sound of the nurse and others running back into the room can be heard until it slowly echoes and dissipates into completely silence.