Post by R. Aiden Torres on May 15, 2007 20:51:06 GMT -6
The scene opens up to the all familiar gym of Mr. Showtime and Fire. Two teenaged kids are in the ring in some store bought wrestling gear practicing their moves on each other. The ring look pretty much used and abused but it keeps doing its job. Shade walks up to the outside of the ring and smiles watching the two people in the ring wrestle about. One of the kids rolls his friend up but his friend kicks out. They quickly get to the feet but the one who was just pinned grabs his friend and rolls him into an inside cradle. The break up and sit down catching their breath with a smile. They both walk to a corner and grab water bottles taking a drink. One of the kid’s stops drinking the water and looks to his friend who is near him.
Kid-1: Hey do you think Mr. Showtime and Flying Diamond Cutter Man work together and get an upset victory over Lance Erickson and Reck Maverick of the Four Horsemen?
Kid-2: Nah. I have been a Reck Maverick fan for a long time. I say Reck Maverick is going to pull off the win and go on.
Kid-1: Well I think Mr. Showtime is going to win.
Kid-2: Whatever… Reck is a wrestling ninja trained in secret arts.
Kid-1: (Laughs) Sure dude.
Shade shakes his head and gets in the ring. The two teens turn to him but do nothing. He walks up and smiles to them.
Shade: Best be voting for Mr. Showtime. You are in his gym by the way.
Kid-2: I know. I was hoping he was here so we can get his autograph.
Shade: He wouldn’t do it if he heard you talk like you were. He is training hard to beat Reck Maverick and Lance Erickson. He will beat him.
Kid-1: Told ya!
Kid-2: I still stand by what I say.
Suddenly the door opens. Light shines on the dimly lit room. Everyone’s attention is drawn to the person who is entering the gym. A shadow of a man stands their. Suddenly there is a smaller shadow that’s pushes him in. The door closes as details now can be made out. It’s Mr. Showtime in a pair of sweat pants and tanktop with his trench coat on. The two kids stand look at Fire though. Fire is wearing black jeans with a Fire logo shirt that hasn’t been released yet. She wears her well known and widely bought Jacket. They smile and hold each other hand walking to the ring area seeing that Shade and the two kids are the only one who is in the gym right now.
Mr. Showtime: Pretty dead today isn’t it?
Shade: Yeah. Just these two in here practicing to be able to wrestle like the big boys.
Mr. Showtime: It’s a lot of hard work and sacrifice. I have shed blood sweat and tears. I have put my own body through hell and back. I have almost ruined every relationship and friend close to me for this business. I do regret some actions I have did but I would not change them. It makes the fabric of my own very existence and makes me who I am now. If it wasn’t for that I would not be here. I would not be here today using the name of Mr. Showtime if it wasn’t for a lot that has happened in the past. I am happy with what I have done and gotten to and I aspire to move on to bigger and better things. I know out there will be some one hating me and disliking me for all I am. The fact is I am not letting one or million people get in my way of my dreams. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you any better. Only you can make your own path in life.
Fire: Shut up.
Mr. Showtime: What? I was just talking to the two kids.
Fire: You’re not their parents. So don’t preach to them about life. The can handle them self’s.
Mr. Showtime: I guess your right hun.
Fire: Of course. I am always right. Didn’t you know that hun?
Mr. Showtime pulls off his trench and lays it ringside. He reaches up and grabs the second rope pulling him self in the ring. He gets up and looks to the two kids then back to Shade. Shade kind of shrugs standing their. Fire stands on the out side looking up to them.
Mr. Showtime: So are these two chumps going to help me train or are they just two kids in my ring?
Shade: Just kids. Leave them alone. They’ve done nothing to you for you to go off on them.
Fire: Yeah let them train. Be nice for once.
Mr. Showtime: Alright but I thought Shade got people to help me train for my match against Reck and Lance. When I meet them this time around I will lay everyone out flat with Season Ender then get the three count on either Lance or Reck. Doesn’t matter who it is though.
Kid-1: Did you hear FDCM talk earlier about the match?
Mr. Showtime: Yeah I heard the old bat talk about this and that. He is upset that he has to tag team with his on-again off-again tag team partner me. I really don’t care if he cry’s about it. He can go and stay home. I will handle things on my own. I do not need him what so ever. I can walk and chew gum at the same time unlike Mr. Real World Shit. If he is as big as he says he is. Why is he down here tagging with people like me? He needs a reality checks and know his place. So who are you guys going for in the match?
Kid-1: You Mr. Showtime. I think you’re the best.
Kid-2: I am a big Reck Maverick fan. I have to go with Reck my self.
Mr. Showtime: Really now.
Kid-2: Yes. He is one of the best. Everything he does is really good and he is the best. You’re a close second through.
Mr. Showtime: That is your opinion. We will see it change when the match comes about. After I kick his mask and head off his little atomic ninja neck.
Kid-2: I don’t think you will be able to do that.
Mr. Showtime: I will be able to do that. King Cobra said I couldn’t do anything to him. Look what happen. Two weeks in a row he is beat with my Season Ender and both times he got pinned for the three count. Same fate will only be fall Reck and Lance.
The kid only shakes his head not believe Mr. Showtime. Mr. Showtime looks over to Shade then Fire. He shrugs and pulls off his tanktop and tosses on top of his trench coat. He turns around to the two boys. He smiles getting something in his head. He walks up to them.
Mr. Showtime: How about this. The two of you against me? Handicap match. Shade will be the ref and Fire can be the crowed. What do you two say?
Shade: (Surprised)What?
Mr. Showtime: Come on. Let’s go.
The two boys look to each other unsure of what’s going on. They look to Mr. Showtime and both do a standing drop kick. Mr. Showtime falls back to the mat. Fire runs over to the table and rings the bell. The two boys’ run to the fallen Mr. Showtime and start stomping on him. Mr. Showtime try’s to get to his feet with the help of the ropes. One of the boys gets on all four as the other runs to the rope and bounce of stepping on his friend going full force at Mr. Showtime. Mr. Showtime captures him in his arm and dumps him over the top rope to the ground. Fire quickly goes to check on him. The other boy gets to his feet. Mr. Showtime turns around and hits a loud chop to the chest sending the boy to the mat. The boy gets up as Mr. Showtime hit’s yet another thunderous chop to his chest. The boy goes back down.
Mr. Showtime: Show me what you got!
The second boy gets to the ring apron. He jumps on the top rope. Mr. Showtime sees him and runs over grabing the top rope quickly. The boy loses his balance and the rope slips between his legs. The boy goes crossed eyed. Mr. Showtime pulls him off and back in the ring. Both the boys are in the center of the ring. Mr. Showtime looks to them with an evil smirk. He pulls out a Season Ender but stop it before it hits anyone. Both the both look at the foot that’s in their face. Mr. Showtime pulls it down.
Mr. Showtime: End the match. I won that one.
Kid-1: That was awful close.
Kid-2: Yes. Okay I believe you Mr. Showtime. I think you may have the upper hand in the match but Reck Maverick and Lance Erickson has a secret plan for this match.
Shade: (Laughs)They do?
Mr. Showtime: (Laughing as well.)Let them plan all they will. Still means nothing to me. Master plan that will blow the whole world up and I couldn’t care less. Heck I will give them the materials to do this. My plan is go in their and do my own thing. Rather if I have help from the whinny Flying Diamond Cutter Man or not. I will move steps closer to my goal in this federation, even if I have to go rated R for some one named Reck Maverick. Then everyone will know The Whole Damn Show is there.
Mr. Showtime walks up to the kids as Fire gets in the ring behind them as well. She talks to Shade as Mr. Showtime give the kids pointers in the ring. He makes sure everything is okay and no one is hurt. That wasn’t his intention to hurt anyone just show Mr. Showtime is ready and willing to kick ass. The camera pan’s back as the scene fades to black.
Kid-1: Hey do you think Mr. Showtime and Flying Diamond Cutter Man work together and get an upset victory over Lance Erickson and Reck Maverick of the Four Horsemen?
Kid-2: Nah. I have been a Reck Maverick fan for a long time. I say Reck Maverick is going to pull off the win and go on.
Kid-1: Well I think Mr. Showtime is going to win.
Kid-2: Whatever… Reck is a wrestling ninja trained in secret arts.
Kid-1: (Laughs) Sure dude.
Shade shakes his head and gets in the ring. The two teens turn to him but do nothing. He walks up and smiles to them.
Shade: Best be voting for Mr. Showtime. You are in his gym by the way.
Kid-2: I know. I was hoping he was here so we can get his autograph.
Shade: He wouldn’t do it if he heard you talk like you were. He is training hard to beat Reck Maverick and Lance Erickson. He will beat him.
Kid-1: Told ya!
Kid-2: I still stand by what I say.
Suddenly the door opens. Light shines on the dimly lit room. Everyone’s attention is drawn to the person who is entering the gym. A shadow of a man stands their. Suddenly there is a smaller shadow that’s pushes him in. The door closes as details now can be made out. It’s Mr. Showtime in a pair of sweat pants and tanktop with his trench coat on. The two kids stand look at Fire though. Fire is wearing black jeans with a Fire logo shirt that hasn’t been released yet. She wears her well known and widely bought Jacket. They smile and hold each other hand walking to the ring area seeing that Shade and the two kids are the only one who is in the gym right now.
Mr. Showtime: Pretty dead today isn’t it?
Shade: Yeah. Just these two in here practicing to be able to wrestle like the big boys.
Mr. Showtime: It’s a lot of hard work and sacrifice. I have shed blood sweat and tears. I have put my own body through hell and back. I have almost ruined every relationship and friend close to me for this business. I do regret some actions I have did but I would not change them. It makes the fabric of my own very existence and makes me who I am now. If it wasn’t for that I would not be here. I would not be here today using the name of Mr. Showtime if it wasn’t for a lot that has happened in the past. I am happy with what I have done and gotten to and I aspire to move on to bigger and better things. I know out there will be some one hating me and disliking me for all I am. The fact is I am not letting one or million people get in my way of my dreams. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you any better. Only you can make your own path in life.
Fire: Shut up.
Mr. Showtime: What? I was just talking to the two kids.
Fire: You’re not their parents. So don’t preach to them about life. The can handle them self’s.
Mr. Showtime: I guess your right hun.
Fire: Of course. I am always right. Didn’t you know that hun?
Mr. Showtime pulls off his trench and lays it ringside. He reaches up and grabs the second rope pulling him self in the ring. He gets up and looks to the two kids then back to Shade. Shade kind of shrugs standing their. Fire stands on the out side looking up to them.
Mr. Showtime: So are these two chumps going to help me train or are they just two kids in my ring?
Shade: Just kids. Leave them alone. They’ve done nothing to you for you to go off on them.
Fire: Yeah let them train. Be nice for once.
Mr. Showtime: Alright but I thought Shade got people to help me train for my match against Reck and Lance. When I meet them this time around I will lay everyone out flat with Season Ender then get the three count on either Lance or Reck. Doesn’t matter who it is though.
Kid-1: Did you hear FDCM talk earlier about the match?
Mr. Showtime: Yeah I heard the old bat talk about this and that. He is upset that he has to tag team with his on-again off-again tag team partner me. I really don’t care if he cry’s about it. He can go and stay home. I will handle things on my own. I do not need him what so ever. I can walk and chew gum at the same time unlike Mr. Real World Shit. If he is as big as he says he is. Why is he down here tagging with people like me? He needs a reality checks and know his place. So who are you guys going for in the match?
Kid-1: You Mr. Showtime. I think you’re the best.
Kid-2: I am a big Reck Maverick fan. I have to go with Reck my self.
Mr. Showtime: Really now.
Kid-2: Yes. He is one of the best. Everything he does is really good and he is the best. You’re a close second through.
Mr. Showtime: That is your opinion. We will see it change when the match comes about. After I kick his mask and head off his little atomic ninja neck.
Kid-2: I don’t think you will be able to do that.
Mr. Showtime: I will be able to do that. King Cobra said I couldn’t do anything to him. Look what happen. Two weeks in a row he is beat with my Season Ender and both times he got pinned for the three count. Same fate will only be fall Reck and Lance.
The kid only shakes his head not believe Mr. Showtime. Mr. Showtime looks over to Shade then Fire. He shrugs and pulls off his tanktop and tosses on top of his trench coat. He turns around to the two boys. He smiles getting something in his head. He walks up to them.
Mr. Showtime: How about this. The two of you against me? Handicap match. Shade will be the ref and Fire can be the crowed. What do you two say?
Shade: (Surprised)What?
Mr. Showtime: Come on. Let’s go.
The two boys look to each other unsure of what’s going on. They look to Mr. Showtime and both do a standing drop kick. Mr. Showtime falls back to the mat. Fire runs over to the table and rings the bell. The two boys’ run to the fallen Mr. Showtime and start stomping on him. Mr. Showtime try’s to get to his feet with the help of the ropes. One of the boys gets on all four as the other runs to the rope and bounce of stepping on his friend going full force at Mr. Showtime. Mr. Showtime captures him in his arm and dumps him over the top rope to the ground. Fire quickly goes to check on him. The other boy gets to his feet. Mr. Showtime turns around and hits a loud chop to the chest sending the boy to the mat. The boy gets up as Mr. Showtime hit’s yet another thunderous chop to his chest. The boy goes back down.
Mr. Showtime: Show me what you got!
The second boy gets to the ring apron. He jumps on the top rope. Mr. Showtime sees him and runs over grabing the top rope quickly. The boy loses his balance and the rope slips between his legs. The boy goes crossed eyed. Mr. Showtime pulls him off and back in the ring. Both the boys are in the center of the ring. Mr. Showtime looks to them with an evil smirk. He pulls out a Season Ender but stop it before it hits anyone. Both the both look at the foot that’s in their face. Mr. Showtime pulls it down.
Mr. Showtime: End the match. I won that one.
Kid-1: That was awful close.
Kid-2: Yes. Okay I believe you Mr. Showtime. I think you may have the upper hand in the match but Reck Maverick and Lance Erickson has a secret plan for this match.
Shade: (Laughs)They do?
Mr. Showtime: (Laughing as well.)Let them plan all they will. Still means nothing to me. Master plan that will blow the whole world up and I couldn’t care less. Heck I will give them the materials to do this. My plan is go in their and do my own thing. Rather if I have help from the whinny Flying Diamond Cutter Man or not. I will move steps closer to my goal in this federation, even if I have to go rated R for some one named Reck Maverick. Then everyone will know The Whole Damn Show is there.
Mr. Showtime walks up to the kids as Fire gets in the ring behind them as well. She talks to Shade as Mr. Showtime give the kids pointers in the ring. He makes sure everything is okay and no one is hurt. That wasn’t his intention to hurt anyone just show Mr. Showtime is ready and willing to kick ass. The camera pan’s back as the scene fades to black.
