A Mother's Mercy... or something like that.

[u/neutronknows]

scene opens to the sweet sound of "I Touch Myself" by The Divinyls

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is it! Vic Studd is back to WiR!"

"I am more excited than the time I was in Asia and convinced some schoolgirls a couple of drinks weren’t bad at all. They were 18+ Paisner, don’t worry."

"Vainglorious" Victoria Studd: Oh would you look at that Precious? A tribute in your honor.

the camera zooms back to reveal the familiar surroundings of "Vile" Vic Studd's hospital room. He lies on his bed motionless, staring forward at the mounted TV hooked up to a lap top. His mother, Victoria Studd sits right next to him sipping on a 40 of Olde English malt liquor.

Victoria: See? Aren't you glad Little Jimmy hooked up the internets so you can see all your old friends? What a sweet boy Chonga didn't raise. Go figure.

"How dare he insult fans like that! They paid extra to be up front and they get disrespected!"

"Can’t believe I say this, well, kinda, but Dutch is a cunt."

Victoria: Oh... I get it. Is this who they're trotting out to take your spot? As if anyone could replace my baby boy.

Victoria reaches over and pats her son's leg. Vic's eyes remain focused on the television; revealing no emotion that he is even registering what is going on.

"I’m sorry to tell you all but.. Vic Studd is GONE! HE IS NOT COMING BACK! Granted, that’s impossible when you’re fucking paralyzed, but he could be doing commentary from a wheelchair or some shit but he’s not even doing that. He left because deep down, just like I do, he fucking hates you all"

Victoria: He makes a fair point.

"Yeah! Throw all the beer you want at me. It won’t bring Vic Studd back! You wish it did, didn’t it, you filthy bastards. ALL OF YOU! Even that fat chick right there. Don’t you cry. Perhaps, after some revalidation, Vic Studd just MIGHT be able to get on top of you. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to be underneath you because he actually wants to stay alive and not turn his sex life into a fight between life and death, while you fight between donuts and twinkies OH WHO AM I KIDDING! YOU PUT THOSE FUCKING TWINKIES THROUGH THE HOLES OF DONUTS AND EAT IT TOGETHER."

Victoria: Wow. They must really be desperate. Letting this Euro trash loon try and shit out the King's English. Has he always been this much of a blowhard? ... he does look awfully familiar...

Vic continues to watch... and listen.

"Let me tell you all some facts. Your precious hero Robert Warlock? Your former WiR World Champion, and I say former since he won’t be winning titles anymore any time soon, he has had taken weeks off. Kevin Scott Jackson? White’s former pretty boy? He was fired and was gone for multiple weeks! Klutch? HE HAD TAKEN WEEKS OFF! CARSON? HE WAS GONE FOR A WHILE! SUNSHINE? HE FUCKING LEFT TOO! ERIK VON JARRETT? HE LEFT A MONTH AGO! ALL OF YOUR HEROES, INCLUDING MULTIPLE WiR WORLD CHAMPIONS HAD MOMENTS WHERE THEY WERE FUCKING GONE! They have all left you all for short whiles.. because they just didn’t care about you enough to show up every week for you all."

Victoria: He must have a monster cock. There's no other reason that Muffin Moon or whatever her name is would give Peter Pan here the opportunity for viewers to reconsider paying their internet bills to watch this schlub ramble on a live mic... shitdick! What do I recognize him from?

"And while I have been here every week and when I didn’t have a match I showed up at least and talked to you all, I have been seen as dirt. Whenever I got an opportunity, I got screwed out of it. I got knocked out, I got pinned while the other used his feet on the ropes for more leverage. Every time I had a chance to become an hero.. the chance got taken away while I stayed loyal to you all. I STAYED LOYAL WHILE YOUR HEROES LEFT YOU FOR BITS AND PIECES! I STAYED! WHY, WHEN I STAYED AND THEY LEFT, I GOT SEEN AS DIRT?"

Victoria: Oh that's right! He beat you, didn't he.

Vic's sideyes his mother, taking his eyes off the screen for the first time since her visit. Victoria smiles at him as she pulls a cigarette out of her giant red purse and lights it up.

Victoria: That's right. He made you tap. A crossface with a mouthful of glass. Figures that's what it would take to make a Studd tap... then again... I wouldn't know. I never did.

Vic's breathing starts to get heavier as he continues to glare at his mother. She leans over and blows smoke out slowly right in Vic's face. Vic takes a deep breath, inhaling the sweet second hand smoke. His eyes flutter then narrow as his gaze shifts back to the TV.

Mother and son manage to survive the next 5 minutes as Mark Dutch and Robert Warlock go back and forth setting the art of the in ring promo back a generation.

Victoria: This is excruciating.

"Why? Because I am just.. better.. than you. Better than all the heroes that have come and gone like Studd, EVJ and, hell, even Devin Sanders or Hex, two men I actually beat. I never squared off in the ring with the other to but when EVJ laces up his boots and stands face-to-face with a guy like me, you bet he’d go down and I make him tap. If Vic ever steps in the ring, you’re damn sure i’m going to cripple him once again."

The television turns to static as Victoria shuts the laptop and cuts the video. She turns and smiles at her son.

Victoria: He's right you know. It took him a fucking eternity to make his point... but he's right. He would cripple you.

Vic's breathing intensifies as he glares at his mother, the black and white rat race of static from the television the only source of light in the room save the cherry of his mother's cigarette.

Victoria: But you don't have to worry about that, Precious.

Victoria saunters back over to her chair, Vic's pupils pacing her the entire way.

Victoria: Because... you will never get out of this bed. You're pretty much worthless to everyone now.

Vic's fists tighten up and the breaths begin to get faster and faster. Victoria leans in close and starts to stroke his cheek, infuriating Vic even more.

Victoria: Shh... shh... precious. It'll be all right. Mommy is here. Shhh... mommy is here for you... look. I brought you a gift.

Victoria reaches into her giant red purse and pulls out a half drunken bottle of Bulleit Rye with a curious looking appendage where the cap should be. She presents it to Vic as if she were a model on the "Price is Right" and smiles at her only child.

Victoria: Your favorite. Well... technically MY favorite.

Victoria holds the bottle upside down and lets a few drops of whiskey fall into her mouth. She winks at Vic before removing the bag from his IV and replacing it with the rye whiskey.

Victoria: See? Mommy will always be there for you.

The alcohol slowly starts to drip directly into Vic's bloodstream. His breathing begins to slow and his eyelids begin to grow heavy as he tries to keep tabs on his mother.

Victoria: Sleep well Precious.

Victoria kisses Vic on the forehead before grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. She reaches the door and takes one last look at her son before he drifts into an inebriated dreamworld.

Victoria: Its all you're good for.

Scene fades to black.

[u/TheEmoSpeeds666]

OOC: STOP MAKING ME FEEL SORRY FOR HIM DAMMIT! :')

[u/CloudedMushroom → u/TheEmoSpeeds666]

kayfabe: no.

ooc: i'm loving this so much.

[u/CloudedMushroom]

@TheRealDutch: It took me a while but the point was made, momma's boy.

[u/neutronknows → u/CloudedMushroom]

OOC: Probably should be directed to Victoria. You know since Vic isn't speaking or doing anything at all.

[u/CloudedMushroom → u/neutronknows]

OOC: Still like to talk to Vic Studd because Vic can't say a damn thing back which makes it more angering to Studd because.. well.. he can't say what's on his mind about it.

[u/neutronknows → u/CloudedMushroom]

OOC: Can't? Or won't? Who knows what is going through his head right now. Which makes it all the more intriguing.

[u/CloudedMushroom → u/neutronknows]

OOC: It's.. like.. a secret.. and stuff. So radical, duude.

[u/neutronknows → u/CloudedMushroom]

OOC: More like I don't have any real plans. Just want to remind folks that he's still out there. Still breathing. And still the most over person on the roster ;)

[u/CloudedMushroom → u/neutronknows]

OOC: And that he hates Dutch. Soon to be (or right now, I dunno. to soon to say) the most over "heel" person on the roster.

[u/neutronknows → u/CloudedMushroom]

OOC: Vic hating Dutch would imply Vic thinks about Dutch at all. And in all honesty, he probably doesn't.

[u/CloudedMushroom → u/neutronknows]

OOC: Hard to do so when momma is pouring liquor for him in and you're passed out drunk.

[u/neutronknows → u/CloudedMushroom]

OOC: Maybe you're missing some subtext. His mother is incredibly manipulative, where do you think Vic gets it from? Anything any member of the Studd Family does, it is for themselves. Just wait until Vic's Grandfather surfaces... "Raging" Ron Studd.