Post by R. Aiden Torres on Apr 24, 2007 20:59:20 GMT -6
The scene opens up to a very dark room. There is only one light hanging above a chair. The chair looks old and might be falling apart. A figure walks in and walks up to the chair. He stares at it as a large trench coat like thing hangs from his shoulders. The light coming from over head does not provide any great detail. He raises his arms and turns around as it Mr. Showtime. He is in his wrestling gear and new trench coat. His hair is pulled back into a pony tail. Mr. Showtime sits back down into his chair. He loses his smile and get a new look. He takes some time before he begins to talk.
Mr. Showtime: Time is now. Place is here. I have heard what everyone has said now. I have heard Kelab Shadix and FDCM. Two people who I don’t know and don’t care about. I couldn’t care less if they call me Sunshine or Mr. Ho-time. Their childish minds can’t only come up with insults and not provide any meaning or point to their ramblings. Yeah they have over all point of proving there the best. I don’t doubt their abilities and the stuff they have done. I am happy to work with new people all the time. Takes my mind off current problems but doesn’t mean it gets rid of them. I have to address them head on.
As for the people who I attacked in the past couple days, I can only wish I can say sorry for what I have done but I can’t. I am not sorry for what I did. Yes it was only my anger that got in the way. All I saw was Lestat in all of you. You’re only victims because of Lestat and his doings. I blame him because this all started with Lestat hitting me over the head with brass knuckles. That’s were all this started. Only if Lestat didn’t hit me with those brass knuckles this can be all avoided.
As far as calling him just a lowly manager is because it’s true. Lestat you have let you self go. You don’t have the abilities to take me on any more. You’re a has been. You’re nothing what you use to be and you will never be what you once were. When you decided to leave BWF with Shade in tow you lost everything. Shade least stayed in the in wrestling going independent federations. You let your self go. Saying you let me win doesn’t work. You’re only fooling your self and no one else. Fire most likely sees right through that.
The light flickers above head. The camera moves to a side view as Mr. Showtime sits still not even moving his head with the camera. As a mirror across from Mr. Showtime is lowered in front of him as he stares deeply into it. He licks his lips as the light flickers a couple more times. The mirror looks old as well.
Mr. Showtime: You know what I see when I look in this mirror? You know what runs through my mind? What I see across from me is a man I hope I never will be. I see some one only broken by the ties of his life. A man who needs to only find him self in his lost mind. Do you understand? I believe you don’t understand what goes through with this man, this man that sits across from me, sitting in his chair letting his own emotions getting to him and determining his actions.
I don’t want to be that any more. I don’t want to do that any more. I have to break my self and break what I have been recently. What you saw wasn’t the Mr. Showtime that Fire married. What you saw was only a beast and a shadow of the man. I have had help from many different sources. I have heard plea’s from Fire for me and my restless soul. As I sit here thinking about this I can only come up with reasons that mean nothing. Why did I do this? I can’t even answer my self.
Fire if you want to stay away because I am dangerous. Let it be. I can not tell you what you need to do. I can not tell what you want to do. If you think I am so off the handle now, fine but I can not sit here and let it get to me. Shade put me here to be with my inner thoughts and get in my own mind. He has settled me down now. That man in the mirror is just that, a man in the mirror sitting there with his crown of emotions and sitting in his own angry chair. To steal a song title from Alice in Chain’s but it fits right.
I might the be not be the man you use too but you talking and seeing a different Mr. Showtime. I am a renewed and reborn Mr. Showtime. From the phoenix ashes raises a new person a new person who will come to power and take over POW. Fire you either accept me now or after this match. Sounds like you really don’t want are with me any more. I have accepted this now.Do you want to move on or come back? That is up to you now. Fire I don’t want to lose you ever but I don’t see you wanting to come back. I leave this open.
Now I will close on this note. Lestat were in a match against each other don’t think this new me will take it easy. Just don’t piss me off because I might snap back into the other person. Then I am out for blood. Until then you are mine to destroy and get the three count. Same goes for Kelab Shadix. I know you just beat Nick Pickles and his big black butt buddy. I have beaten him down many of times. It’s nothing new. So you beat a rich b*tch down. Good for you. Have a cookie. Now you have to face me, a new man that has a new purpose in life.
Mr. Showtime stands up and looks into the mirror. He tilts his head and smirk. He turns around to the camera and holds up his arms in praise. He looks back to the mirror and punches as hard as his hand shattering the mirror into million pieces. He looks down to it and smiles. The light flickers a little more. He looks back to the camera. He walks off back into the dark. The light finally goes out as the scene is nothing but blackness.
Mr. Showtime: Time is now. Place is here. I have heard what everyone has said now. I have heard Kelab Shadix and FDCM. Two people who I don’t know and don’t care about. I couldn’t care less if they call me Sunshine or Mr. Ho-time. Their childish minds can’t only come up with insults and not provide any meaning or point to their ramblings. Yeah they have over all point of proving there the best. I don’t doubt their abilities and the stuff they have done. I am happy to work with new people all the time. Takes my mind off current problems but doesn’t mean it gets rid of them. I have to address them head on.
As for the people who I attacked in the past couple days, I can only wish I can say sorry for what I have done but I can’t. I am not sorry for what I did. Yes it was only my anger that got in the way. All I saw was Lestat in all of you. You’re only victims because of Lestat and his doings. I blame him because this all started with Lestat hitting me over the head with brass knuckles. That’s were all this started. Only if Lestat didn’t hit me with those brass knuckles this can be all avoided.
As far as calling him just a lowly manager is because it’s true. Lestat you have let you self go. You don’t have the abilities to take me on any more. You’re a has been. You’re nothing what you use to be and you will never be what you once were. When you decided to leave BWF with Shade in tow you lost everything. Shade least stayed in the in wrestling going independent federations. You let your self go. Saying you let me win doesn’t work. You’re only fooling your self and no one else. Fire most likely sees right through that.
The light flickers above head. The camera moves to a side view as Mr. Showtime sits still not even moving his head with the camera. As a mirror across from Mr. Showtime is lowered in front of him as he stares deeply into it. He licks his lips as the light flickers a couple more times. The mirror looks old as well.
Mr. Showtime: You know what I see when I look in this mirror? You know what runs through my mind? What I see across from me is a man I hope I never will be. I see some one only broken by the ties of his life. A man who needs to only find him self in his lost mind. Do you understand? I believe you don’t understand what goes through with this man, this man that sits across from me, sitting in his chair letting his own emotions getting to him and determining his actions.
I don’t want to be that any more. I don’t want to do that any more. I have to break my self and break what I have been recently. What you saw wasn’t the Mr. Showtime that Fire married. What you saw was only a beast and a shadow of the man. I have had help from many different sources. I have heard plea’s from Fire for me and my restless soul. As I sit here thinking about this I can only come up with reasons that mean nothing. Why did I do this? I can’t even answer my self.
Fire if you want to stay away because I am dangerous. Let it be. I can not tell you what you need to do. I can not tell what you want to do. If you think I am so off the handle now, fine but I can not sit here and let it get to me. Shade put me here to be with my inner thoughts and get in my own mind. He has settled me down now. That man in the mirror is just that, a man in the mirror sitting there with his crown of emotions and sitting in his own angry chair. To steal a song title from Alice in Chain’s but it fits right.
I might the be not be the man you use too but you talking and seeing a different Mr. Showtime. I am a renewed and reborn Mr. Showtime. From the phoenix ashes raises a new person a new person who will come to power and take over POW. Fire you either accept me now or after this match. Sounds like you really don’t want are with me any more. I have accepted this now.Do you want to move on or come back? That is up to you now. Fire I don’t want to lose you ever but I don’t see you wanting to come back. I leave this open.
Now I will close on this note. Lestat were in a match against each other don’t think this new me will take it easy. Just don’t piss me off because I might snap back into the other person. Then I am out for blood. Until then you are mine to destroy and get the three count. Same goes for Kelab Shadix. I know you just beat Nick Pickles and his big black butt buddy. I have beaten him down many of times. It’s nothing new. So you beat a rich b*tch down. Good for you. Have a cookie. Now you have to face me, a new man that has a new purpose in life.
Mr. Showtime stands up and looks into the mirror. He tilts his head and smirk. He turns around to the camera and holds up his arms in praise. He looks back to the mirror and punches as hard as his hand shattering the mirror into million pieces. He looks down to it and smiles. The light flickers a little more. He looks back to the camera. He walks off back into the dark. The light finally goes out as the scene is nothing but blackness.
