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“Broken nose. Concussion. Neck contusion. Shoulder separation. A couple more slams like that and we’d be looking at broken ribs, internal injuries…maybe worse.”
[FADE TO: the offices of Dr. Benjamin Young, seated behind a mahogany desk in a white lab coat, diplomas on the wall in full view. He looks down at a chart in his hand, flipping through the pages, as a tape of the RANDOM RUMBLE plays over his shoulder.]
YOUNG:
“Normally, this is the kind of thing that would put a man down for a minimum of 8-10 weeks. But, Ocho’s a fighter. He’s been aggressive with his treatments. It’s difficult to predict whether he’ll be ready for Memphis – if it’s my family, I’d ask him to slow down and wait. He tells me he can’t. We will see.”
[FADE OUT. In white NES 8-bit text, the words BROKEN NOSE flash on-screen.]
LDO:
“I’m not dead. Not yet.”
[“Spontaneous Devotion”, Ocho’s theme music, begins to trickle in the background. CONCUSSION flashes on-screen, followed by a black-and-white dated viewing of previous hospital footage, a masked Leyenda de Ocho in a hospital bed, struggling to adjust to get comfortable. Ocho’s voiceover continues.]
LDO:
“That’s been the question though, hasn’t it. Is Ocho dead? Where has he been? Why the radio silence?
A blunt instrument like Teddy Alexander will never understand, and that’s fine. We are beyond the point of making that man understand.”
[NECK CONTUSION flashes on-screen. Additional black-and-white dated footage of Ocho, standing, shoulder wrapped heavily with ice. Even through the grainy video, you can see the blackened right eye beneath his Sonic the Hedgehog mask. He walks down a hospital hallway, doing his best to work on range of motion.]
LDO:
“The Random Rumble was the hardest truth I’ve faced so far in my career. Harder than hunting down the five-year reigning defending Triple Crown Champion Rook Black for month after month. Harder than scratching and clawing my way through any regional promotion that would give me work, only for cheats and bitter veterans to hold me down from the top. Harder than taking a crazy leap of faith and DEBUTING in the grandest Ultratitle of all time in 2012.
The hardest truth is that there are people who will stop at NOTHING until I’m gone from this business for good.”
[SHOULDER SEPARATION – CAREER – END flash in rapid succession. CUT TO a color screen. Ocho wears his favorite mask – the Flying Man mask from Earthbound. Bruised? Sure. Broken?
No.]
LDO:
“Where have I been all this time? It’s simple. I knew I needed to go back to what got me here. Courage. With a capital C. I’ll be your Courage, and I’ll remain unless you lose your Courage, he says. Call me Flying Man 2, he says.
I went too deep into the labyrinth that is my mind and tried to analyze Teddy Alexander in three dimensions, find the motivation behind the most ferocious of human beings in the New Frontier, when it was all so simple. He is no man. He is but beast. And I have taken his worst shot…and I’m. Still. STANDING.”
[Ocho gingerly reaches off camera and picks up a black t-shirt, emblazoned with green mushrooms, Phoenix Downs, heart containers. HIS shirt, emblazoned with his life’s decree – CAN’T KEEP ME DOWN – and he pulls it over his head and shoulders.]
LDO:
“If Teddy comes out as #1 Contender after Memphis? Good. Because I’ve seen him do his worst, and what he doesn’t appreciate is that NO ONE IN THE WORLD is better than me at my best. If it’s Kuroyama? Langston? Windham?...so be it. I’m back, NFW. Better than ever.
And I welcome any man who wants to try to take away my Triple Crown Championship.”
[FADE TO BLACK]
[FADE TO: the offices of Dr. Benjamin Young, seated behind a mahogany desk in a white lab coat, diplomas on the wall in full view. He looks down at a chart in his hand, flipping through the pages, as a tape of the RANDOM RUMBLE plays over his shoulder.]
YOUNG:
“Normally, this is the kind of thing that would put a man down for a minimum of 8-10 weeks. But, Ocho’s a fighter. He’s been aggressive with his treatments. It’s difficult to predict whether he’ll be ready for Memphis – if it’s my family, I’d ask him to slow down and wait. He tells me he can’t. We will see.”
[FADE OUT. In white NES 8-bit text, the words BROKEN NOSE flash on-screen.]
LDO:
“I’m not dead. Not yet.”
[“Spontaneous Devotion”, Ocho’s theme music, begins to trickle in the background. CONCUSSION flashes on-screen, followed by a black-and-white dated viewing of previous hospital footage, a masked Leyenda de Ocho in a hospital bed, struggling to adjust to get comfortable. Ocho’s voiceover continues.]
LDO:
“That’s been the question though, hasn’t it. Is Ocho dead? Where has he been? Why the radio silence?
A blunt instrument like Teddy Alexander will never understand, and that’s fine. We are beyond the point of making that man understand.”
[NECK CONTUSION flashes on-screen. Additional black-and-white dated footage of Ocho, standing, shoulder wrapped heavily with ice. Even through the grainy video, you can see the blackened right eye beneath his Sonic the Hedgehog mask. He walks down a hospital hallway, doing his best to work on range of motion.]
LDO:
“The Random Rumble was the hardest truth I’ve faced so far in my career. Harder than hunting down the five-year reigning defending Triple Crown Champion Rook Black for month after month. Harder than scratching and clawing my way through any regional promotion that would give me work, only for cheats and bitter veterans to hold me down from the top. Harder than taking a crazy leap of faith and DEBUTING in the grandest Ultratitle of all time in 2012.
The hardest truth is that there are people who will stop at NOTHING until I’m gone from this business for good.”
[SHOULDER SEPARATION – CAREER – END flash in rapid succession. CUT TO a color screen. Ocho wears his favorite mask – the Flying Man mask from Earthbound. Bruised? Sure. Broken?
No.]
LDO:
“Where have I been all this time? It’s simple. I knew I needed to go back to what got me here. Courage. With a capital C. I’ll be your Courage, and I’ll remain unless you lose your Courage, he says. Call me Flying Man 2, he says.
I went too deep into the labyrinth that is my mind and tried to analyze Teddy Alexander in three dimensions, find the motivation behind the most ferocious of human beings in the New Frontier, when it was all so simple. He is no man. He is but beast. And I have taken his worst shot…and I’m. Still. STANDING.”
[Ocho gingerly reaches off camera and picks up a black t-shirt, emblazoned with green mushrooms, Phoenix Downs, heart containers. HIS shirt, emblazoned with his life’s decree – CAN’T KEEP ME DOWN – and he pulls it over his head and shoulders.]
LDO:
“If Teddy comes out as #1 Contender after Memphis? Good. Because I’ve seen him do his worst, and what he doesn’t appreciate is that NO ONE IN THE WORLD is better than me at my best. If it’s Kuroyama? Langston? Windham?...so be it. I’m back, NFW. Better than ever.
And I welcome any man who wants to try to take away my Triple Crown Championship.”
[FADE TO BLACK]
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