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Date Posted: 12:02:24 04/17/03 Thu
Author: Brian Thorn
Subject: Them to Now

Just a few weeks ago:


[A bronze medal gently swings back and forth, neckpiece and all. The medal itself twirls a little bit as it swings. As it slows to a stop a hand reaches up and taps it, starting the swinging back up. Brian Thorn sits at a makeshift wrestling locker staring at his bronze medal, which is swinging on one of the hooks in the locker. Thorn appears to be in some of the deepest thought of his career, but he’s just staring at the bronze medal. He taps it again, to keep it swinging, thoughts just running through his head a mile a minute. Eventually, he makes some noise.]

THORN: Bronze... third place. It’s not silver, and it’s definitely not the gold. It’s bronze... it’s third place. And I can’t even say I captured it on my own, I’m tied for third place with Tumbler. He got a bronze too. How pathetic... some Ultimate Model of Perfection I am.

[At that he instantly jerks his head back up, seemingly snapping out of the trance he’s in.]

THORN: What am I saying? Of course I’m perfect, I’m Simply Perfect. I’m the Ultimate Model of Perfection in a Mortal Man. So I didn’t win the tournament, so I don’t have the gold. Big deal, I was cheated out of the whole thing, and everybody knows it. It’s a damn conspiracy to make the Ultimate Model of Perfection look bad. Well, that’s not going to happen. Sin, I’ll beat the holy hell out of him, and that will make everybody think twice about not calling me the Ultimate Model of Perfection. Yeah, that’s it.

[Thorn taps the medal again, keeping it swinging. He seems to fall back into that trance he was in before, just watching the bronze medal swing back and forth, slightly turning. As he’s doing this, we hear just a few words barely escape his lips.]

THORN: I am perfect.

[Suddenly a look of anger flushes over his face as he rips the medal out of the locker and hurls it into the floor of the locker. He moves over to the side of the locker and tips it over, some of the contents emptying onto the floor. He kicks at it, breaking the side of it with his foot. He then looks at the bench he was just sitting on and tosses that to the side of the room. He turns and punches the mirror above the sink that was out of sight before, and he shatters the mirror. He storms off, slamming a door behind him. A few seconds later the door opens back up and Thorn returns to his locker, moving a few things around. He finds his bronze medal, perfectly intact, and then storms out again.]


Just a couple days ago:


[Thorn is pacing back and forth in the backstage hallway of some arena. He’s still wearing a striped referees shirt, and his hair is standing just a little straight. A few random objects have been tossed to the side or broken, probably the handiwork of Thorn. Thorn then stops pacing, and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out his bronze medal and stares at it hatefully.]

THORN: You... you’re a curse, aren’t you? Very funny trick you’re playing on me. A draw… a god damned draw with Sin. You know what a draw is in a wrestling match? It’s a tie! Just like at the Iron Man Tournament, I tied with Tumbler! What did I do to deserve this? Huh? Why are you doing this to me!?!?!

[As Thorn’s shouting we see a couple attractive females walk out of some room. They look at him a little strangely, but, despite his condition, he’s still very handsome and very famous. Thorn notices them and shoots a glare.]

THORN: What? What the hell do you want? Can’t you leave us alone? We’re having a damn conversation here!

[The two girls just look back like he’s a psycho, and continue walking off. Thorn looks back down at the bronze medal that he’s holding and smiles at it.]

THORN: Clever little bastard… make me look like a damned psychopath to random strangers. Why? So they can go tell their friends that they saw Brian Thorn shouting at a damned bronze medal? Then their friends can tell their friends and so on and so forth. Before long the name Brian Thorn will be associated with delusional lunatic rather than Ultimate Model of Perfection.

[Thorn looks off, his head pointed to the corner of a ceiling and a wall, but his eyes staring into space.]

THORN: Pfft... probably a good reason for that.

[Thorn’s head jerks up again and snaps him out of his little trance.]

THORN: No, no, no... I am the Ultimate Model of Perfection. Everything about me is perfect. Well, I am bruised all to hell and have some odd looking hair, but those are perfect bruises... and just maybe I’m starting a new trend. Yeah, that’s it exactly. I’m still perfect... hell, I’ve always been perfect, and nothing can change that!

[Thorn looks back over his shoulder.]

THORN: And I think I know two fine ladies who just might need to be reminded of that fact.

[Thorn turns completely around and starts trotting after the two girls, but as he’s moving he comes across an open door. Inside he sees Andrea, his girlfriend. She’s sitting patiently, watching a random television show. Thorn stares at her for a few seconds before she notices him. She lights up when she sees him, and then concern covers her face. She walks up to him and starts patting down his hair.]

ANDREA: Are you okay?

THORN: I’m fine. A little mad, but I’m fine.

[Thorn suddenly squints his eyes and glares at Andrea a bit menacingly. She sees this and backs off a bit.]

THORN: Why did you come here tonight?

ANDREA: I wanted to see you.

THORN: That’s nice, really... but why the hell did you jump on Sin’s back? You shouldn’t even have shown up for the fight, Andrea. You know I’d see you and then you’d become a liability. I’d have to look out for you and for myself. Against Sin that’s something I shouldn’t have to do. You fucked me up, Andrea. I would have beaten the hell out of him if it weren’t for you.

ANDREA: What the hell is wrong with you? You weren’t winning that match, he’d just beaten you down-

THORN: I HAD HIM RIGHT WHERE I WANTED HIM!!! And you screwed it up for me! I tied him because of you! You and this damn bronze medal! The both of you are in on this against me, aren’t you? Aren’t you?!?!?

[At the point when Andrea is scared the most, Thorn collapses to his knees. His hands are covering his sobbing face, with the strap of his medal peeking out from one of his hands. He happens to utter apologies to his beloved. She kneels down as well and hugs him, placing his head close to her heart. She continues to pat down his hair, but mostly in a loving, soothing fashion.]

ANDREA: I know you’ve had a difficult time lately. The tournament, the match tonight... But things have a way of working out. Stuff like this happens to everybody, they just have to be able to pull through it.

[Thorn pulls his head back to face her. He wipes his eyes before he looks at her, but they’re still a bit welled up.]

THORN: Not to me. Things like this aren’t supposed to happen to me. I’m the Ultimate Model of Perfection, I’m supposed to win all of my matches, to school all of my opponents. I’m not supposed to come in third, sorry, tied for third in a tournament, and then collapse into a ball of tears.

ANDREA: I’m going to say something and you’re not going to like it, but it’s my opinion on what’s going on. Okay?

THORN: Okay.

ANDREA: I think you’re brain is finally realizing the truth. Nobody is perfect, nobody at all. Everybody has flaws and weaknesses, but that’s okay because that’s what makes them human.

THORN: No.

ANDREA: Yes. I’ve seen you show me love, and I really like that about you. But then you turn into a complete… ass. That I don’t like. I really want the human side of Brian Thorn to come out more, he’s nicer to deal with.

THORN: No... no, no.

ANDREA: What?

THORN: No, No, No, No! NO!

[Thorn pulls himself back and raises to his full height, Andrea still kneeling on the floor with a flustered expression. Thorn looks around a little, and then looks at her.]

THORN: I’m Perfect, dammit! That’s a pure fact! All of my life I’ve been told that I’m not perfect, that nobody’s perfect. But the fact is that I am, and nobody knows how to deal with that. I’ve never forgotten a line in a movie, ever! I’ve never screwed up a stunt, I always execute moves perfectly… was there one time that you and I had sex that you didn’t hit orgasm after orgasm? Give me a damn break, woman! If anybody should be supportive of my perfection, it should be you!

[Andrea is just shocked.]

THORN: I am Perfect, and nobody can take that... not even...

[Suddenly Thorn’s head perks up and he runs to the door. He sticks his head out for a second, and then looks back at Andrea.]

THORN: Sorry, babe, I’ve got something to do. I’ll make sure a limo picks you up.

[Andreas shocked look continues as the Ultimate Model of Perfection runs down the hall. He stops from time to time, trying to pinpoint something. He eventually runs to the parking lot, where he sees those two girls again. They’re on their way out, and Thorn shouts at them. They look back at him as he starts walking towards them. The scene fades out on a closeup of Thorn’s grinning face.]

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