Post by merlinmatrix on Jul 26, 2007 23:15:22 GMT -6
I was going through Randall's good old company S.E.X. and I came across this gem. A little background Mick was knocked into a coma in a match and this what happened during this coma. Morgan was Mick love interest and was goin to be his manager Hilfgar was just a kick ass fellow Rpier that was also my cousin loved that f**kin guy
Everything went black and he was five again on the hill where his mother was buried with his Dad looking up at the stars. The sky seemed so big, it seemed to go on forever.
Mick: Father what are stars?
Mick’s Father: Those are angels Mick, watching down on us.
Mick: Which ones are Irish da?
Mick’s Father: Those are the brightest one’s my boy.
Mick: Is mom one da?
Mick’s Father: She’s that one right there the brightest of them all.
**** * ****
E.M.T.: I need a saline drip, bandages, and morphine…NOW GO!!!
Morgan: Mick get up! Please get up!
**** * ****
He’s ten now, on the soccer field with the other boys kicking the ball around while Father McCarthy shouts for them to shot and dodge. Mick gets a hold of the ball and starts to go towards the keeper. He’s so close he can taste it. Almost… a leg sweeps under him and he goes for a tumble.
Father McCarthy: God damn you Jody how many times do I have to tell you to kick the ball not the person? Well I’ll give you a schoolin’ have no doubt with my paddle. Eh eh, what’s that you want to protest? Are you a protestant? Well I’ll guess I’ll have to whip the protest out of you to? Mick are you okay?
Mick: I bwit mwe tongkue Wather.
Father McCarthy: And spilt your knee up pretty bad as well. Go to the infirmary.
**** * ****
Morgan: Hail Mary full of grace the lord is with thee….
Nurse: Ma’am I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Visiting hours are over.
Morgan: Piss off bitch. I’m not leaving for no one so your hours be damned.
Nurse: Orderly could you eject this woman please.
Morgan: I’ll throw you all out the window!!!
(The orderly puts a hand on Morgan’s shoulder and she quickly gets up and breaks his nose…twice. She sits back down and continues to pray)
Orderly: Wet’s went fer hay.
Nurse (shocked): I agree.
**** * ****
He’s fifteen and the boys have taken him to Belfast for the celebration of his first kill for the cause. Down to the pub that only Nationalist go to.
Seamus: A pint for the war’s newest hero!!!
The pub goes up in cheering and Mick gets pat on the back as he tastes his first pint. The bittersweet liquid goes down smooth and someone gives him a cigarette after he drains it down.
Johnny: You killed like a man, you drink like a man, now let us see you smoke like one.
The night goes on and the glasses start to empty. Mick’s head is swimming from the effects of the ale’s and smoke. The boys start to sing an old song.
The Boys:
Go home British soldiers go on home!
Have you got no @#%$ homes of your own!?!
For eight hundred years
We fought you without fear
And we’ll fight your for eight hundred more
So @#%$ your Union Jack
We want our country back….
Seamus (resting his arm around Mick and pointing with other one across the way): That good lookin’ lass over there hasn’t stopped eyein’ ya since we got in here.
Johnny (leaning in): Why don’t you get your arse over there and give her a stroke for me?
They both start to laugh and Mick drains another pint down.
Mick: Okay I’ll do it!!
They both start to cheer Mick on as he wobbles over to the other end of the pub to a fair looking woman with red curls. He sits down next to her and they start to talk and whisper until she takes him by the hand to the storage shed in the back.
Johnny: Alright Mick!!!! In Dublin’s fair city….
Seamus: That’s our man! Where the girls are so pretty…
The Boys: I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malone…
**** * ****
Lovejoy (putting a baseball bat next to Mick): Here you go champ. Maybe this will help you get better.
Morgan (entering with a cup of coffee and one of Mick’s books, The Count of Monte Cristo, that she had been reading to him since he was in the hospital. She drops the coffee and runs up to Lovejoy and starts hitting him with the thick book on his arm.): You! This all your fault! He loved you like a father!! Why did you do this to him!?! Why!?!
(Morgan falls onto Lovejoy and starts to sob “Why” over and over. Lovejoy hugs her and stokes her hair and calms her down.)
Lovejoy: You really love him don’t you?
(Morgan nods in Lovejoy’s chest without looking up and continues to cry. As he looks at Cormac he sees Mick’s hand grip the bat tightly but the champ still doesn’t stir for but that.)
Lovejoy (smiling): I think he’ll be better real soon.
**** * ****
Mick is fighting some punk in the parking lot of Paris Casino. A crowd is gathered around shouting and betting as the two men circle and jabbing at each other. Mick goes for a right hook, the punk ducks, comes back up and swings a hard upper cut into Cormac’s chin. Mick feels as if he’s falling into a pool and he can hear the shouts of people telling him to get up. They seem so far away. Someone is counting… why is that a bad thing? He can’t remember but as soon as the man counting said five it hit Mick what was going on all at once, like a lemon wrapped around a gold brick. He gets up, sways a bit and the counting man asks if he’s okay. Mick nods yes and the ref claps his hands to resume the match. Mick sees the man who knocked him out for those few moments and came at him like a bull after the Matador. The boy tried to hit him but Mick blocked the shot away hard with his arm. Cormac than swept the boys legs out from under him and straddled his legs onto the guy’s arms. Mick than began to beat in the young man’s face in fury. Soon the crowd’s screams grew louder and than dimmed until all that could be heard was Mick hitting the boys face into a pulp. Blood mixed into the kids green mohawk as two big men pulled Cormac off of him.
Cormac (screaming): I WANT HIS LIFE!!! I WANT HIS BLOOD!!! I WANT HIS LIFE!!!
**** * ****
Morgan is passed out on a chair next to Mick’s bed, as Bjornis Hilfgar strides proudly into the hospital room. He looks at Mick and smiles. He sees that one of Mick’s hands is clutching his infamous baseball bat while the other is being gently held by Morgan’s hand.
Bjornis: You are an, how do you say, enigma my friend. On one hand the proud warrior of glory and pride. On the other hand, the ever vigilant lover of your woman and comrades. (Bjornis leans close to Mick’s ear and whispers) I bet even in this sleep, my Irish friend, you fight and love. (He straightens himself back up and looks still upon Mick) But now it is time. Time for you to arise once more. Time…
(Hilfgar pulls the I.V. out of Mick’s arm.)
Bjornis: …for you to…
(The Nord than turns of the heart monitor that is starting to show Mick’s heat beat rising rapidly as Mick starts to stir from slumber slowly.)
Bjornis (in a barbaric and primal cry that shakes the entire hospital): GET UP CELT!
Mick is no longer in America, no he is on an ancient battle field fighting off those all around him with sword and might. He is than transported to a cold wood where the shots of guns echo though out the land as he attaches the bayonet to the end of his rifle. He’s dancing with a beautiful woman on New Year’s Eve. He’s beating the face of a mohawked kid. His looking at the stars with his father. The legs of a young woman in a shed wrap around him. The nun’s are dressing his wounds. Faces of those he loves, those he hates, those that he has killed and those he has never seen before flash before him. He than sits up and gasps. A startled Morgan is beside him. A man is striding proudly out of a hospital room as Cormac looks around and his eyes adjust to dim light that seems bright to him after days of being in a coma.
Morgan: M…Mick?
Mick (smiling): Hey darlin’ got a cigarette?
Everything went black and he was five again on the hill where his mother was buried with his Dad looking up at the stars. The sky seemed so big, it seemed to go on forever.
Mick: Father what are stars?
Mick’s Father: Those are angels Mick, watching down on us.
Mick: Which ones are Irish da?
Mick’s Father: Those are the brightest one’s my boy.
Mick: Is mom one da?
Mick’s Father: She’s that one right there the brightest of them all.
**** * ****
E.M.T.: I need a saline drip, bandages, and morphine…NOW GO!!!
Morgan: Mick get up! Please get up!
**** * ****
He’s ten now, on the soccer field with the other boys kicking the ball around while Father McCarthy shouts for them to shot and dodge. Mick gets a hold of the ball and starts to go towards the keeper. He’s so close he can taste it. Almost… a leg sweeps under him and he goes for a tumble.
Father McCarthy: God damn you Jody how many times do I have to tell you to kick the ball not the person? Well I’ll give you a schoolin’ have no doubt with my paddle. Eh eh, what’s that you want to protest? Are you a protestant? Well I’ll guess I’ll have to whip the protest out of you to? Mick are you okay?
Mick: I bwit mwe tongkue Wather.
Father McCarthy: And spilt your knee up pretty bad as well. Go to the infirmary.
**** * ****
Morgan: Hail Mary full of grace the lord is with thee….
Nurse: Ma’am I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Visiting hours are over.
Morgan: Piss off bitch. I’m not leaving for no one so your hours be damned.
Nurse: Orderly could you eject this woman please.
Morgan: I’ll throw you all out the window!!!
(The orderly puts a hand on Morgan’s shoulder and she quickly gets up and breaks his nose…twice. She sits back down and continues to pray)
Orderly: Wet’s went fer hay.
Nurse (shocked): I agree.
**** * ****
He’s fifteen and the boys have taken him to Belfast for the celebration of his first kill for the cause. Down to the pub that only Nationalist go to.
Seamus: A pint for the war’s newest hero!!!
The pub goes up in cheering and Mick gets pat on the back as he tastes his first pint. The bittersweet liquid goes down smooth and someone gives him a cigarette after he drains it down.
Johnny: You killed like a man, you drink like a man, now let us see you smoke like one.
The night goes on and the glasses start to empty. Mick’s head is swimming from the effects of the ale’s and smoke. The boys start to sing an old song.
The Boys:
Go home British soldiers go on home!
Have you got no @#%$ homes of your own!?!
For eight hundred years
We fought you without fear
And we’ll fight your for eight hundred more
So @#%$ your Union Jack
We want our country back….
Seamus (resting his arm around Mick and pointing with other one across the way): That good lookin’ lass over there hasn’t stopped eyein’ ya since we got in here.
Johnny (leaning in): Why don’t you get your arse over there and give her a stroke for me?
They both start to laugh and Mick drains another pint down.
Mick: Okay I’ll do it!!
They both start to cheer Mick on as he wobbles over to the other end of the pub to a fair looking woman with red curls. He sits down next to her and they start to talk and whisper until she takes him by the hand to the storage shed in the back.
Johnny: Alright Mick!!!! In Dublin’s fair city….
Seamus: That’s our man! Where the girls are so pretty…
The Boys: I first laid my eyes on sweet Molly Malone…
**** * ****
Lovejoy (putting a baseball bat next to Mick): Here you go champ. Maybe this will help you get better.
Morgan (entering with a cup of coffee and one of Mick’s books, The Count of Monte Cristo, that she had been reading to him since he was in the hospital. She drops the coffee and runs up to Lovejoy and starts hitting him with the thick book on his arm.): You! This all your fault! He loved you like a father!! Why did you do this to him!?! Why!?!
(Morgan falls onto Lovejoy and starts to sob “Why” over and over. Lovejoy hugs her and stokes her hair and calms her down.)
Lovejoy: You really love him don’t you?
(Morgan nods in Lovejoy’s chest without looking up and continues to cry. As he looks at Cormac he sees Mick’s hand grip the bat tightly but the champ still doesn’t stir for but that.)
Lovejoy (smiling): I think he’ll be better real soon.
**** * ****
Mick is fighting some punk in the parking lot of Paris Casino. A crowd is gathered around shouting and betting as the two men circle and jabbing at each other. Mick goes for a right hook, the punk ducks, comes back up and swings a hard upper cut into Cormac’s chin. Mick feels as if he’s falling into a pool and he can hear the shouts of people telling him to get up. They seem so far away. Someone is counting… why is that a bad thing? He can’t remember but as soon as the man counting said five it hit Mick what was going on all at once, like a lemon wrapped around a gold brick. He gets up, sways a bit and the counting man asks if he’s okay. Mick nods yes and the ref claps his hands to resume the match. Mick sees the man who knocked him out for those few moments and came at him like a bull after the Matador. The boy tried to hit him but Mick blocked the shot away hard with his arm. Cormac than swept the boys legs out from under him and straddled his legs onto the guy’s arms. Mick than began to beat in the young man’s face in fury. Soon the crowd’s screams grew louder and than dimmed until all that could be heard was Mick hitting the boys face into a pulp. Blood mixed into the kids green mohawk as two big men pulled Cormac off of him.
Cormac (screaming): I WANT HIS LIFE!!! I WANT HIS BLOOD!!! I WANT HIS LIFE!!!
**** * ****
Morgan is passed out on a chair next to Mick’s bed, as Bjornis Hilfgar strides proudly into the hospital room. He looks at Mick and smiles. He sees that one of Mick’s hands is clutching his infamous baseball bat while the other is being gently held by Morgan’s hand.
Bjornis: You are an, how do you say, enigma my friend. On one hand the proud warrior of glory and pride. On the other hand, the ever vigilant lover of your woman and comrades. (Bjornis leans close to Mick’s ear and whispers) I bet even in this sleep, my Irish friend, you fight and love. (He straightens himself back up and looks still upon Mick) But now it is time. Time for you to arise once more. Time…
(Hilfgar pulls the I.V. out of Mick’s arm.)
Bjornis: …for you to…
(The Nord than turns of the heart monitor that is starting to show Mick’s heat beat rising rapidly as Mick starts to stir from slumber slowly.)
Bjornis (in a barbaric and primal cry that shakes the entire hospital): GET UP CELT!
Mick is no longer in America, no he is on an ancient battle field fighting off those all around him with sword and might. He is than transported to a cold wood where the shots of guns echo though out the land as he attaches the bayonet to the end of his rifle. He’s dancing with a beautiful woman on New Year’s Eve. He’s beating the face of a mohawked kid. His looking at the stars with his father. The legs of a young woman in a shed wrap around him. The nun’s are dressing his wounds. Faces of those he loves, those he hates, those that he has killed and those he has never seen before flash before him. He than sits up and gasps. A startled Morgan is beside him. A man is striding proudly out of a hospital room as Cormac looks around and his eyes adjust to dim light that seems bright to him after days of being in a coma.
Morgan: M…Mick?
Mick (smiling): Hey darlin’ got a cigarette?