Let's go!
The day has come to an end
The sun is over my head
My polyamorous friend
You got me in a mess of trouble again
So...
Just when you think that you're alright
I'm calling out from the inside
I never heard anyone
I never listen at all!
They've come to get me again
The cloud is over my head
My polyamorous friend
You got me in a mess of trouble again
So...
Just when you think that you're alright
I'm calling out from the inside
I never heard anyone
I never listen at all!
Just stay away from the white light
I say your worst side's your best side
I never heard anyone
I never listen at all!
Well, how do you know?
Well, how do you know?
Well, how do you know?
Well, how do you know?
Just when you think that you're alright
I'm calling out from the inside
I never heard anyone
I never listen at all!
Just stay away from the white light
I say your worst side's your best side.
I never heard anyone
I never listen at all!
Let's go!
[ Adrian Caine is screaming down DW Highway in Hooksett, NH in his fire red 2003 Nissan Sentra SE-R Spec V at eighty miles per hour while cranking "Polyamorous" by breaking benjamin. He's wearing dark blue Old Navy workout pants, black Vans sneakers, and a 2002 Tool tour t-shirt. His eyes are hidden behind his plain black Oakley wraparounds, but you can tell just by his mannerisms and the way that he's driving that he's not very happy. He comes to the end of DW Highway, where Beech Street and Webster Street come together. He just barely catches the green light, and does a sharp e-brake slide around the corner by Dunkin Donuts. He floors it, and the car screams forward. The parking lot by the fields behind Dunkin Donuts is usually fairly full during the summer months, but during the winter it's quite empty. The only other vehicle in the lot is a silver 1997 Dodge Durango, idling on the side opposite the entrance. Adrian pulls up next to it, slamming on the brakes and sliding the last twenty-five feet into his spot. He turns off the car, grabs something out of the back seat, gets out, and closes the door. He slips on the insulated Etnies hooded sweatshirt he took out of the backseat, then activates his car's alarm. His old friend and trainer, Riley, gets out of the driver's side of the Durango, and a man of substantial build who looks to be in his late twenties gets out of the passenger's side. ]
Riley - Hey Adrian!
Adrian Caine - Hi Riley.
Riley - This here is a student of mine, Kirk.
[ Kirk is about 6'3" and muscular. He has short spiked-up black hair and dark brown eyes. He looks calm and collected, but also rather intense. He's wearing a yellow and grey Aeropostale workout suit and yellow and white Reeboks. He reaches a hand out to Adrian. Adrian shakes it firmly. ]
Riley - We needed somet'ing intense to get you ready fer your Cage Match dis Sunday, so I came up wit' dis. Inside dat metal cage, a lot o' thoughts are going to be goin' through your head...especially wit' da level of brutality you guys have been bringin' to da table. So I wanted to do an excercise dat'll help you to look past everyt'ing, and right down to what really matters. Push aside da distractions so you can stay focused.
Adrian Caine - Okay...that sounds pretty good.
Riley - So we're gonna' go out in da field, and you and Kirk are gonna' put on a little amateur wrestling clinic fer da next three hours, wit' a ten minute break after each hour.
Adrian Caine - What?!
Riley - Ya' heard me, Adrian.
Adrian Caine - But it's five degrees out with a negative ten degree wind chill! And there's two feet of snow in that field!!!
Riley - Exactly da point, kid. You'll want to be t'inking about everyt'ing around you...everyt'ing EXCEPT wrestling with Kirk. And you'll have to clear your mind and focus on Kirk, or else you're gonna' get one hell of an ass whuppin'.
[ Adrian looks long and hard at Kirk, who has a sick smirk on his face that makes Adrian want to rip his head off. He looks over at Riley again, and shakes his head slightly. ]
Adrian Caine - Alright, Riley. But I swear, if I get frostbite, I'm gonna' kill your ass.
[ Riley simply smiles and gestures for the two men to walk into the field. ]
ONE HOUR LATER
[ Adrian Caine gets Kirk in a rear waistlock, and tries to muscle him down. Kirk spins around Adrian, gets him in a rear waistlock of his own, and drives him down face-first with a takedown. He rotates and slaps on a front facelock, squeezing tight around Adrian's head. Adrian tries to fight it, but to no avail. He gets up to his feet, trying to pry himself free, but he's having trouble struggling against Kirk's strength. ]
Riley - A'right, dat's one hour!!! Break it up, boys!!!
[ Kirk lets go of Adrian, who shoves back away from him with an angry look in his eyes. He's having difficulty catching a breath. ]
Adrian Caine - This...is bullshit, Riley. I...can barely feel my feet...'cause of this...God-damn snow. You're fucking...insane. And I'm gonna'...go warm my frozen ass up...at Dunkin's.
[ Adrian storms off to Dunkin' Donuts a few hundred feet away, and gets a large hot chocolate and a chocolate frosted donut. He sits down at a booth, and thinks about his hour-long bout with Kirk. His muscles are burning, his lungs are rupturing and rebelling against his attempts to suck air into them. And to make the whole thing even worse, despite his vigorous physical workout, his extremeties are still numb. He has trouble just grabbing the donut and lifting it to his mouth to take a bite. Adrian is the best there is...how is it that Kirk is getting the better of him out there? His mind is racing, trying to figure out what he's doing wrong. He takes a swig of the hot chocolate, letting it's warmth soak down into his chest and loosen up his lungs. He takes a long, deep breath through his nose, and lets it sit in his lungs for a minute before letting it out through his mouth. Another sip of hot chocolate, another bite of the donut, and his break is almost over. He polishes off the last of the hot chocolate, and tosses the cup and what's left of the donut into the trash. Another deep breath, and he's out the door. ]
ONE HOUR LATER
Riley - Come on, Adrian, fight it! Fight it!!!
[ The amateur wrestling contest has evolved into an all-out brawl, much to Riley's delight. Think of UFC or PRIDE in two feet of snow. Kirk has Adrian in a sleeper hold from behind, and he's really sinching it in. Adrian is fighting just to breathe, when Kirk lifts the five-foot-seven Caine off the ground with the sleeper. ]
Adrian Caine - ACCCCKKK!!!! AUUUGHHH!!!!
[ Kirk spins and drills Adrian head-first into the snow, folding him in half. He doesn't let go of the sleeper, and because of the snow, Adrian is having trouble gaining leverage. He twists and plants his feet on Kirk's back, and pushes off into a steep bridge until the hold is broken. Caine tumbles back, landing face-down in the snow. Kirk quickly grabs him to put on a front facelock, but Caine punches him square in the nuts. Kirk doubles over, and Adrian jumps up and nails him with the CK. Both men fall to the snow, barely able to move. ]
Kirk - H--He...he can't...d--do that!!!
[ Kirk is clutching at his balls with one hand, and the back of his head with the other. Adrian is face down in the snow, in a contorted version of a fetal position, struggling to take in raspy breaths. ]
Riley - Oh yes he can! YOU were da one who hit Adrian in the back o' da head den put a full nelson on 'im. You elevated dis, and he took yer lead! Don't try to pin dis dirty shit on HIM, Kirk!!!
[ Kirk wipes a trickle of blood from his lower lip, and looks down at the smear of blood on his hand. ]
Riley - And besides, Adrian is trainin' fer his match dis Sunday. It's a Cage Match, which means anyt'ing goes. So to train for dat match, anyt'ing goes here in dis field, too.
[ Adrian twists out of the fetal position and starts to try to roll over. ]
Riley - Relax, kid. Yer second hour is up, take a breather.
[ A minutes passes. Kirk gets up and goes to sit in Riley's Durango for a few minutes, while Adrian just sits in the snow trying to collect himself. ]
Riley - What's wrong, Adrian? Why aren't you handing dis punk his ass?
Adrian Caine - I...I'm just distracted, Riley.
Riley - ...By what?
Adrian Caine - I dunno. I'm finally getting my title shot this Sunday. Not only that, but I get a sanctioned chance to get my hands on that piece of shit, Jason Borden. All I can think about is climbing into that cage with him and breaking him in half.
Riley - Then why don't you shift your focus?
Adrian Caine - ...What the hell does THAT mean?
Riley - If you hate Borden so much, and it's makin' you so pissed off dat you can barely t'ink, den why don't you shift dat hatred onto Kirk? Take out your aggression on him!
Adrian Caine - I tried, but...I'm out here in this fucking snow, and I'm cold and wet and numb, and the wind is blowing in my eyes and it's negative five degrees, and...and I'm really pissed at you, Riley.
Riley - What da hell are you pissed at ME fer?
Adrian Caine - For making me DO THIS, and for thinking that this God-damned TORTURE is going to help me!!!
Riley - When we came out here, Adrian, I told you da purpose o' dis. I want to teach you how to focus, how to push aside all da disctractions. It's cold, and it's wet, and you're physically numb...but you're not MENTALLY or EMOTIONALLY numb. You're plenty pissed at Jason Borden, and you're plenty pissed at me. Take dat and let it burn inside you...so fierce dat you don't care how cold it is, you don't care dat you can't feel yer hands, as long as they're wrapped around Kirk's t'roat. This Sunday, dere's gonna' be referees and fans screamin', dere's gonna' be a gold title belt sittin' at da timekeeper's table, and dere's gonna' be God knows what else, all workin' to distract you. But dat's not what matters. What matters is gettin' yer hands on Borden and breakin' 'im. You'll need dat focus inside da cage, Adrian, and you'll need dat focus to beat Kirk. Speakin' o' which, yer ten minutes is up. Here comes Kirk. Now Adrian...
[ Adrian looks up at Riley, a tired but still determined look in his eyes. ]
Riley - If you can't do dis, dere's no way you're gonna' beat Borden.
Adrian Caine - I'LL BEAT BORDEN.
Riley - If you can't do dis...dere's NO WAY you'll beat Borden.
Adrian Caine - I'LL...BEAT...BORDEN.
[ Just as Kirk gets back to the area where they've been fighting for the past two hours, Adrian charges full-speed and takes him down with a spear. Riley is grinning ear-to-ear. ]
ONE HOUR PASSES
[ Adrian Caine has Kirk in a brutal modified Dragon Sleeper, hanging off of his back. You can hear the hissing of Kirk trying to breathe. Kirk flips Caine over his head to try to break the hold, but Adrian effortlessly turns it into a Caine Cutter. Kirk hits hard, and tries to scramble up to his hands and knees. Caine, without even looking behind him, spins and drills Kirk back down with a viscious corkscrew guillotine legdrop to the back of his neck. Caine spins back up to his feet, but Kirk isn't moving. He's face-down, unconscious in the snow. Adrian just looks down at him for a moment before Riley comes up behind him and claps him on the back. ]
Riley - You did it, Adrian! You beat 'im!!!
Adrian Caine - Heh...for that last hour, Riley, I BEAT his ass. And you know it.
Riley - Ha ha...yeah, you did. I knew you could do it, Adrian. I just needed to pull dat drive out inside o' you. I needed to make you focus on what really mattered, and dat's exactly what you did!
Adrian Caine - Yeah. I have to admit...for that last hour, I didn't think about anything but beating Kirk. I didn't care that I was soaking wet and freezing cold. It didn't bother me that I couldn't feel my hands. Even him talking shit didn't phase me.
Riley - Good, good. Just remember da state o' mind you're in right now, kid. Zen. Nothin' can touch you. Nothin' can stop you from achievin' yer goal. No pain, no doubts, and no regrets. JUST WIN.
[ Kirk starts to get up, woozy and disoriented. The three men are standing in a rough circle of packed snow about twenty feet across, spattered with blood in some places. Both Adrian and Kirk are beaten, bruised, sore, and soaked. Riley hands each man a thick winter coat, and they all head off for Dunkin' Donuts to warm up. If there's one thing Adrian Caine is sure of in life, it's that he's the best there is. Wait...make that two things. This Sunday, Jason Borden doesn't have a chance. ]
And I'm not scared now
I must assure you you're never gonna' get away
And I'm not scared now
And I'm not scared now, no
I am aware now of how everything's gonna' be fine one day
Too late, I'm in hell
I am prepared now, seems everyone's gonna' be fine one day
Too late, just as well
I am prepared now, seems everything's gonna' be fine for me
For me, for myself
For me, for me, for myself
For me, for me, for myself
I am prepared now for myself
I am prepared now and I am fine
Again
"Fine Again" - Seether
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