SF & Fantasy

Cage Match 2013 Round Two: Prospero vs. Bene Gesseriti


The Contestants


Prospero.jpg

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Prospero
William Shakespeare’s The Tempest
Age: Middle-aged
Race: Human
Weapons / Artifacts: Magical books and staff, spirit henchmen
Special
Attack:
Control over the elements

Bene Gesserit Sisters
Dune by Frank Herbert
Age: Various ages
Race: Humanoid
Weapons / Artifacts: Long-term deception, courtesan-style training, and the bond of sisterhood
Special
Attack:
Weirding Way, The Voice, and Deception

The Breakdown

Advantages

  • Intelligent
  • Manipulative
Advantages

  • Years of physical and mental conditioning
  • Can turn poison in their bodies into harmless toxins
  • Acute observational skills
  • Can pass on memories through Spicy Agony
Disadvantages

  • Arrogance
  • Physical weakness
Disadvantages

  • Dependent on melange, which can lead to death if addicted
Kills

Kills


How we think the fight will go


ACT 2

SCENE ONE: Desert Island

On the sandy shore of a small island stands a group of people. As you get closer, one starts to notice the group is made up of four females and something shaped like a human male. Standing by the fire is a crying young girl. The girl is known as MIRANDA. She has her arms wrapped around a young beautiful woman dressed all in black. She seems to be consoling the crying MIRANDA. Nearby, sitting slightly to the right are two older women. They too are dressed in black. One is middle-aged with sad eyes but has a serene look on her face. The other, an OLD CRONE, is sitting with her back to the sea and searching the wooded area at the edge of the beach. The OLD CRONE is dressed in a black aba with a hood drawn over her forehead. Her sunken cheeks, an overlong nose, skin mottled, and with protruding veins are gruesome in the glare of the sun. By her feet is a trembling human-shaped male named CALIBAN. He is lying face down in the dirt, whimpering.

Entering the scene is an old man dressed in long, dark, green robe, with a staff at his side. He surveys the scene in front of him. The wind starts to whip around the beach and the skies darken. CALIBAN’s whimpering intensifies.

PROSPERO

What is havoc had been wrought here?

What persons come to my isle without my leave?

Miranda, so stop your noise and come hither.

(Miranda continues to cry in the young women’s arms, seemly unwilling to obey her father. The old crone’s head tilts and her eyes glow with knowing.)

PROSPERO

(Now speaks in low, soothing voice.)

Miranda, no harm will come to thee.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,

Of thee, my dear one — thee my daughter, who

Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing

Of whence I am, nor that I am more better

Than Prospero, And thy no greater father.

MIRANDA

(The tears slowly come to a stop and she turns to look at him.)

Oh, woe this day! This horrible, horrible day!

Caliban is an evil one, father. I don’t like him.
PROSPERO

Again say I, what havoc has been wrought?

YOUNG WOMAN

Good and kind Sir,

thy daughter’s gift was almost ripped away by this slave,

who tried to take what he had not earned.

But pray, lay thy fears to rest,

her virgin-knot still holds true.

PROSPERO

(He begins to shake and becomes red in the face. He looks from the girl and women down to CALIBAN. He picks up his staff as if calling on his power.)

Thou most lying slave,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee

In mine own cell. And thou seek to violate

The honor of my child!

Thy forget the spirits that I command.

I’ll wrack thee with old cramps,

Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar

That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins

Shall, forth at vast of night that they may work,

All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched

As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging

Than bees that made ‘em.

(CALIBAN starts to squirm around on the ground as if he is in pain.)

OLD CRONE

Enough of thee crying foul. Thy daughter is here

Alone with you on this forgotten isle.

What will you do stop this madness

From happening again. Tie him to a tree

Bind him with rope. Kill him

With poisoned dew?

What of the next man to come here?

PROSPERO

I can and will protect what is mine, old woman!

OLD CRONE

(Her voice shifts to a lower pitch to give it a more hypnotic tone.)

What foul play had brought thy thence?

(PROSPERO stares at the OLD CRONE as if trying to read her face.)

PROSPERO

Twelve years since,

I was the Duke of Milan and

A prince of power.

OLD CRONE

Master, Tis be thy child?

PROSPERO

Her mother was a piece of virtue and

She said thou wast my daughter and only heir

And princess no worse issued.

OLD CRONE

But how Prospero? Tell me, Sir,

Do you come here by choice or the winds of fate?

PROSPERO

My brother and her uncle, called Antonio—

(that a brother should be so perfidious!)

—he whom next herself

Of all the world I loved and to him put

The management of my state. The government

I cast upon my brother. Enrapture with my studies

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated

To closeness and the bettering of my mind.

My trust was, which had indeed no limit,

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,

Not only with what my revenue yielded

But what my power might else exact, like one

Who having into truth, by telling of it,

Made such a sinner of his memory

To credit his own lie—he did believe

He was indeed the duke, out o’ th’ substitution

And executing th’ outward face of royalty,

With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing

He plotted wi’ th’ King of Naples

To give him annual tribute, do him homage,

Subject his coronet to his crown and bend

The King of Naples, being an enemy

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit,

Which was that he, in lieu o’ th’ premises

Of homage and I know not how much tribute,

Should presently extirpate me and mine

Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan

With all the honors on my brother. Whereon,

A treacherous army levied, one midnight

Fated to th’ purpose did Antonio open

The gates of Milan, and, i’ th’ dead of darkness,

The ministers for th’ purpose hurried thence

Me and my crying daughter.

OLD CRONE

But, did thy come hence?

PROSPERO

By providence divine.

(The glassy-eyed PROSPERO closes eyes and falls a sleep.)

OLD CRONE

Thou art inclined to sleep. ‘Tis a good dullness,

And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.

(Now the glassy-eyed PROSPERO closes his eyes and falls asleep. The OLD CRONE turns and looks now at vacant-eyed MIRANDA in the YOUNG WOMAN’s arms, and then to the squirming CALIBAN on the ground.)

So what do you think? What do you sense?

MIDDLE-AGE CRONE

Our sister, Sycorax, is dead and her seed will not bear the fruit we seek. The girl is curious, willing, and compliant. So she can be useful. Whisk her away? And leave Prospero for dead?

OLD CRONE

No… I have a better idea. (Hypnotic quality returns to her voice.)

Awake Prospero and heed my words.

PROSPERO

Prithee, what havoc has been wrought here?

OLD CRONE

Caliban is not the only one who has wronged thee

and taken what he should have not

Mark my words, with the patience and power

Thee have the skills to bring all to a close.

But thy plan has a flaw.

PROSPERO

Flaw, you say, old woman. Pray tell, what do thee know?

OLD CRONE

Thy art Duke of Milan and

A Prince of power

The hour grows nigh

When justice will flower

But how will thee protect thy daughter?

For she is a rose not yet bloomed

She needs thorns and roots and charms

To help keep thy mantle from harm.

PROSPERO

I can keep my own power. I need not dance behind the skirt of my child.

OLD CRONE

Knowledge is power, good sir.

Will thy let her in to wander into the world,

where friend, foe and family art all like.

Oh no, Prospero, thy art a great Father

and Milan is place of great power.

Let us take your greatest prize

and teach her what a man cannot

To know of a woman’s pride.

To teach her skills and arts when applied

with tender heart and willful mind

will keep her safe all the hours of her life.

When the time is right and thy power is most high,

we will help get thee justice and thy palace returned.

All for small price, if you so will it.

PROSPERO

What devil’s bargain wish thee make, old woman?

OLD CRONE

Share the isle and thy daughter.

We have been of the world and have a little power

But our power grows with every hour

And every seed that bares fruit and flower.

So Sir, let us stay and we will do your bidding.

We have power enough to make this place tower

For she will be a princess again or even a Queen.

Mark my words and heed my warning. Thy flower

Is near blooming.

PROSPERO

(He stares intently at the women and the moaning CALIBAN, then his daughter. She is smiling and looks hopeful.)

Come hither, Miranda. You have enough of a thrill.

I will spend my time pondering thy proposal

But break our peace and I will

Destroy thee with all at my disposal.

(Prospero and Miranda walk off into the wooden area. The women are silent until the footfalls fade.)

OLD CRONE

Stop moving, you misshapen knave

Your mother was a sister, and one so strong too

Did she not teach the way? The way to endure the pain,feigning death that you might kill the trapper and remove a threat.

Fear is the mind-killer, and pain is its companion.

(CALIBAN continues to moan in pain on the ground.)

MIDDLE-AGE ONE

Why take this risk? Are they part of the path, Mother?

Will they lead us Kwisatz Haderach?

OLD CRONE

Maybe. The old man has power and power is always useful. The girl is pretty and moldable. Something stirs the others in me. Time will tell.

YOUNG WOMAN

(She bends to tend to the fire.)

So we wait and play the obedient witches. Why?

OLD CRONE

Because survival is the ability to swim in strange water.  Also I have planted a seed. His fear and ambition will grow now into a poison flower. Prospero will not settle for a dukedom, he will want a crown. As for his daughter, we will waken the sleeper within and we will be one step closer to him.

End Scene


Predicted Winner: Bene Gesserit wins… in the long term!


NOTE: THIS MATCH ENDS ON Friday, March 15th, 2013, AT 5 PM, EST

Check out all the Cage Match 2013 posts!

Check out the round 1 recap and Cage Match 2013 Bracket!



Prospero is a character from William Shakespeare’s The Tempest; Bene Gesserit is a character from Dune by Frank Herbert.


Prospero image courtesy of William Hamilton. Bene Gesserit image courtesy of Universal Pictures.


Cage Match fans: We are looking forward to hearing your responses! If possible, please abstain from including potential spoilers about the books in your comments (and if you need spoilers to make your case, start your comments with: “SPOILER ALERT!”

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4 Responses to “Cage Match 2013 Round Two: Prospero vs. Bene Gesseriti”

  1. Metacognition says:

    I’m going to go with the odd pick of Prospero. I understand that a cage match doesn’t have to be a battle per se and a battle of wits can be immensely entertaining, but (using the write up as an example) the Bene Gesserit haven’t actually won anything. Prospero has spent countless years training his mind and a seed still has to sprout to become lethal. I think Prospero would be strong enough of will to handle the situation and he has far more destructive powers at his disposal to deal with the Bene Gesserit when he realizes he’s being manipulated.
    Granted, it’s been a long time since I’ve read either, but there’s my argument.

  2. Jonathan says:

    I’m really enjoying the imaginative write-ups. An actual play! I do hope the next round continues with act 3, no matter who ends up in that particular battle, even if it turns out neither opponent is actually from anything really play-like…

  3. Rose says:

    I say Prospero, because the only reason he isn’t winning in the writeup is because he didn’t realize he’s supposed to kill them. However, he knew to kill Queequeg, he should know to get rid of the Bene Gesserit too, and then they have no chance because he just attacks them with a hurricane or something from a distance.

  4. Smaug Dragon says:

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