BORN OF A BROKEN 5-THE QUATRUMVIRATE History stays in the past. Time moves on. Which side have you taken?
(Our scene opens up in the now familiar scene of Insomniacīs Barcelona house. After our last visit, the place looks a bit more homely. Insomniac has purchased four egg shell white sofas, leather material, each with matching cushions, a varnished wooden table and a dull lamp to the right hand side, with various editions of talk magazines, presumably belonging to Alexis, clustering the tables. Some pictures have been put up on the brick walls, many of Insomniac in matches and some newspaper or magazine reports, but also of Alexis and himself, a few of people who are presumably his family also around. There is also a flat screen TV attached to the wall, a VCR, DVD and Sky system all placed on a shelf system directly below it. The camera pans around the room, still spacious despite the new developments, before it arrives at Insomniac, who sits down on one of the sofas, reading a copy of The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje. Insomniac being quite a well read person, this takes his mind of things, although the concerned look on his face suggests otherwise. He wears nothing except a pair of lounging pants, dull grey in colour. Voiceover.)
That wasnīt how it should have gone down.
When two warriors go to battle, both donīt survive.
One dies.
(He gets up, placing his book on one of the new tables, slowly placing a black leather bookmark to remind him of where he left off. He walks over to the fire, which is only glowing ashen grey, and picks up the poker to the right of the grate, slowly reigniting the violent flame which seems to have disintegrated into the past.)
But getting stuck in the past isnīt for me.
Not for a lion.
Not for a champion.
Not even for an angel.
I have a bigger chance to put things behind me.
Itīs a new match.
But not a new acquaintance.
A four part saga.
The quatrumvirate.
(He gets up from his position of leaning on the wall, and slowly ambles over to his kitchen/bar area. He opens his large fridge, bringing out a cold bottle of Heineken, laying it down on the table and washing his hands, before closing the fridge. Fade out.)
(When we fade back in, Insomniac is staring dead straight at the camera, the view having a hole burned in it by his cold, unforgiving eyes. As the view moves back, we see that he is standing at the back end of his garden, a far more peaceful part, wit nothing but silk-coloured, bending willows and harmless oasis springs, the only noise in the background being the song of the bird. He is wearing a black silk gown with his initials sowed in to the front breast pocket. He bends down, stretching his arms, before he returns to his vertical starting point.)
Insomniac: Part one. This is what we know as the history lesson, so draw up a chair. Supposedly making progress, heading towards the main event title match at Internation Incident. But I have to face an old friend, to square off to an old enemy. Exercise some old demons. Angel and Kip. Oh what fun weīve had. First to Angel. Passing through the wrestling world together. Depending on each other, yet hating each other at the same time. Countless splits and reunifications. We both know that in the end itīs down to the individual. Youīve had the better of me here, Iīve had the better of you elsewhere. What does history matter anyway? Scrap the lesson. Weīre back on a level playing field. Iīve caught up with you while youīve been more concerned with DNP. But youīll be focused. Everyone likes a victory over the old enemy. Especially me. And Kip, I lead you one to zero, but I just stated that history doesnt matter. Itīs the present that matters. And right now the present is in my favour. Time is not on your side gentlemen, and history rendered useless.
(Fade out.)
(When we fade back in, we return to a new scene. Insomniac, Bellamy and Alexis stand outside a crowded building, the two men in suits and the aforementions lady in a black summer dress. The camera pans around to see the equally well dressed people, before scaling the height of the building to read the banner on the front over the door: Oakland State Court. Itīs the big day. The camera focuses in on our three...heroes?)
Bellamy: Look, just donīt worry about anything. Youīre in the clear.
Insomniac: When did I say I was worried?
Alexis: You look like you could cry.
Insomniac: Fine, maybe Iīve got a slight case of the jitters. But wouldnīt you be? As far as we know, Iīm facing a ghost in there. When we read that Furey died the reports didnīt go on any further.
Bellamy: Youīre going in to face the unexpected in that respect...they probably canīt be a better lawyer than Furey.
Insomniac: Thatīs not the point. I donīt know whoever it is. I knew Furey like the back of my hand...you could tell when he was about to choke.
Alexis: Look Jack, I was taught that innocence always prevails.
Bellamy: Plus you have time on your side. This happened five years ago...naturally whoever it may be will have to explain why this has only come up now, especially seeing as Furey died days after you left the firm.
Insomniac: But thereīs something distinctly uncomfortable about facing the unknown. I prefer taking down my old enemies: I know where to hit them.
Alexis: Listen, this will be over in a few hours. Furey doesnīt exist anymore...soon the problem wonīt exist either.
(Fade Out.)
(When we fade back in, we return to Insomniac in the bacl part of his garden, but this time he has moved all the way to his back wall, decorated with a silk muriel hung over it, with some black chinese symbols painted over it. Insomniac sits with his back to the wall, legs in the lotus position, before he speaks again.)
Insomniac: Part two. The reunification. Myself and Stupod. The New Blooded Outlaws. Champions in one attempt, holding the gold twice. The only team to even get near to Sex and Violence. And that includes any attempt by DOPE. Apart for only a matter of months, but that is a black, erased part of history. Now the present day returns to our favour. United again, ready to take down all in our way. I couldnīt beat Angel on my own. Kip yes, but not Angel. But that was on my own. Things move on...but time seems to has left the other two in its wake. They havenīt gone any further. We are both back to our best. Time stays with us.
(Fade out.)
(When we fade back in, we are treated to yet another new scene. Insomniac is sat on a bench, under a large marble archway. But now time has passed again. We are in mid winter, as shown by Insomniac wearing his large trench coat and wrapping it around himself, combined with beanie and scarf, and who could forget the customary pair of dark sunglasses. As he sits, breathing in and out slowly, we hear another voiceover, but this time of a song: Like The Angel by Rise Against.)
they turn the lights down low,
in shadows hiding from the world,
only coming out when it gets cold
the seas part when they hit the floor,
the voices carry on and out the door
and everything you touch turns into gold
like the angel you are you laugh creating a lightness in my chest,
your eyes they penetrate me,
(your answer's always 'maybe')
that's when I got up and left
a beating heart and a microphone,
a ticking clock in an empty home
still tells of these times so long ago,
and even though I've come so far, I know
I've got so far to go
but any day now youīll explode
like the angel you are you laugh creating a lightness in my chest,
your eyes they penetrate me,
(your answer's always 'maybe')
that's when I got up and left
each and everyday it leads into tomorrow
and tomorrow brings one less day without you
but don't wait up just leave the light on
cause all the roads that I might take will all one day lead back to you
like the angel you are you laugh creating a lightness in my chest,
your eyes they penetrate me,
(your answer's always 'maybe')
that's when I got up and left
(Here the voiceover ends, and Insomniacīs voice is now the voiceover.)
You have tried to hide.
But Iīve got away from you.
But as far as I go, I always come back.
Iīm better for the experience.
Iīve faced the cold.
And youīre still the same.
(Fade out.)
(When we return, we see Insomniac in his garden again, but this time he is perched up in one of the bending willows, lying back along a particularly long, thing and saliently strong branch, breathing in the air.)
Insomniac: Part three. The tale of the sheep. Kip, what are you without Angel? Iīve never seen you do too much on your own. Iīve faced Angel in singles competition, and he hasnīt lost anything. Iīve faced you, but you seem like a different person...stripped of any...confidence. Why is that? You need someone to tell you how good you are? You need someone to follow, to idolise? Not that I care. I guess itīs strange...like this Agent Jay moron needed you, you need Angel. Counterparts in my opinion. But Kip, the sheep never reached salvation. It was sacrificed when it was to surplus to requirements. Donīt expect Angel to act any differently. The divine doesnīt exsit-heīs human like you and me. Time is up.
(Fade out. Another voiceover...this time on a blank screen.)
the angels dance like feathers float, they're here to see and to be seen, the clock strikes two, the music slows and each one slowly dons their wings, once outside they all pair off and hand in hand they leave but I'm still waiting, yeah I'm still waiting...
(When we fade back in, the view is now in the court room. Insomniac sits with Bellamy at a table, a few feet away from his opponents, but only a blading lawyer sits there. The judge has also arrived, and by the confused looks on all the faces in the room, we arenīt wrong in wondering when whoever it is will turn up.)
Insomniac: (Whispering to Bellamy) This is ridiculous. The least they could do is arrive on fucking time.
Bellamy: Will you pipe the fuck down? Look, be positive. This is going to cost whoever it is the judgeīs opinion. I know this Judge Robson guy, heīs quite high on the punctuality. Advantage one to you.
Insomniac: But itīs not helping my nerves.
Bellamy: The other guy is going to be just as nervous as you. Look at this way: Heīs carrying the weight of a dead mean on his shoulders, and not just any old person, a friend or a family member.
Insomniac: Compared to the weight of a possible jail sentence and therefore the end of my career?
Bellamy: Iīd say heīs worse off.
(Insomniac doesnīt look much happier as a result of Bellamyīs statements. He nervously shuffles around in his chair, placing his hands in both of his suit jacket pockets, before fidgeting aroudn and eventually laying them upon the wooden table, near the jug of water intending to quench himself and his accomplice. He streams his hand through his hair, before looking down at his twitching leg.)
Bellamy: Will you stop it? Look, time is already on your god damn side in this case.
Insomniac: Fine, Iīll try.
(Suddenly, everyone in the audience turns round to a see an untidy man, still doing his tie and his briefcase shut with bits of paper coming out of the corners, rush in through the main doors holding one hand in the air as an intending apology. Bellamy smiles and nudges to Insomniac, indicating that they both look rather suave in their suits.)
Judge: Mister Furey, glad you could finally join us!
Insomniac: (Whispering still to Bellamy) Furey? Must be a family member...
Bellamy: Whatīs wrong with that?
Insomniac: I donīt seem to recognise him...
Judge: Would you please introduce yourself on record so we may please proceed? Iīm late for dinner as it is.
Furey: Certainly, your honour. My name is Michael Furey, I come from Portland Oregon but have resided in Oakland for over thirty years. I am a senior partner at Webster and Cohen law firm and I am here today to avenge the death of my son, Michael Furey Junior.
Insomniac: Junior?!
Bellamy: Having known this man for three years youīd think youīd have found this out.
Insomniac: His father was never around...he always told me that he had left when he was just a child...thatīs what originally brought us together...
Judge: Right...would the plaintiff please stand?
(As Furey stands, the scene fades out to black with white letters: TO BE CONTINUED.)
(When we fade back in, Insomniac is still in his garden, but this time on the edge of a rock, legs dipping into one of the hot springs around the grass.)
Insomniac: And the concluding fourth part. The old enemy. We met in an old federation, stormed the tag division, but split. We met again in another way, fought for a common cause for a matter of time, but I left, and a little bit of Angel died inside. A bit that never recovered. We fought bloody wars, which I came out on top of most of the time. But we went away again, to meet again here. And Angel became brutal. He learned from the petit-mort...but heīs stalled. Heīs stopped on the track, and now Iīm back on his heels. Seconds away. The time burns out for him, but stays on my side. Prepare to be lapped, old friend. Or has it already happened?
(Fade to black, then to static, before we return to normal programming.)
