Post by R. Aiden Torres on Aug 20, 2007 1:12:59 GMT -6
The scene opens up to the parking garage outside the arena. Its early afternoon as the soon is directly over head. The place is pretty quiet until a 1965 black ford mustang mach one come down the ramp speeding. Suddenly the break apply the tires coming screeching to a stop. There are tire marks left behind it as the tire begins to smoke them selves. The smoke from the tires begins to blanket the area with a thick fog like smoke. The engine begins to rev up a couple times as everyone can hear the engine and its horsepower that it has. The car cuts off as it sits there before the driver side door opens up. Mr. Showtime stands up from the driver side and looks around having his glasses on. His hair is pulled tight back into a pony tail. He steps out but stops leaning back into the car. He retrieves the chain that he beat Shadow down with. He puts it around his shoulders and shuts the door. He walks from the car as they can see he is wearing black jeans with black led zeppelin shirt. He wears his normal black boots but he is also wearing motorcycle gloves. He smirks looking around as he begins his way toward the arena doors. He pulls a cell phone out of his pocket and dials a number. He goes through the building waiting for an answer when finally he gets frustrated and hangs up. He looks through his number list as he dials another number. The guy at the other end answers the phone.
Guy: Hello?
Mr. Showtime: Lestat. I can not get a hold of Fire. Where is she?
Lestat: Fire has been kidnapped little bit ago but right now she is with Leyna right now resting. She will return in a couple days. I promise this man.
Mr. Showtime: Whatever. Look all I do is needed get a hold of her and speak to her. Apparently a lot has gone down since I disappeared on everyone. Oh well if I can’t a hold of her oh well. It’s no big loss any more. I got other things on my mind. Give her a message saying I want to talk to her and I have my old cell phone number. If she wants to get a hold of me if not oh well.
Lestat: Hey man it seems like you are having bit trouble. What’s going on? Can I help you in any way that I can?
Mr. Showtime: Look congratulations on the tag team titles with Silver but what I have been up to is not your problem or yours either. Heck it’s not Rage, Shade or even Fire’s problem. So when I tell you what been going on with me. You will find out with everyone else does. Other wise mind your problems alright? Good. Look I will see everyone else later.
Lestat: Look men were spouse to be a tight knit group that functions together as a team. You need to straighten your attitude right now or…
Mr. Showtime: (Cutting him off) Or what?! You’re going to kick me out of the group that I started? A Group that came from my mind and that I basically gave birth to? Look I came to everyone in Society of Chaos with idea based off one for all and all for one. We all live our own damn lives and that how it is. We help each other out in the process but we still have to do thing our own way some times. It’s the twist that keeps our group fresh and going into the day that it is. Sure there are things you have yet to tell me.
Lestat: Aren’t you worried about Fire any?
Mr. Showtime: (Irritated) Look I do worry about her but she is a grown woman who can kick ass. If anything she can handle her own. If not she would have said so and one of us would have provided help with her problem but that’s just it. It’s her problem that I am not sure she wants us get into. I am sure she will tell me more when she gets a hold of me.
Mr. Showtime walks down the halls of the POW arena in the back area. Few production people are here reading through papers. Mr. Showtime suddenly stops as he looks up at Silver standing there with his tag team title over his shoulder. Mr. Showtime holds the phone and slides it close putting it back in his pocket while never breaking eye contact with Silver. He smiles patting the title then back into Silver’s eyes losing the smile that he gained. Hikes up the chain that’s around his shoulders as Silver watches him.
Mr. Showtime: What? You got something to say to me too? That we are not acting like one whole unit? Everyone is a damn critic and I certainly not here to listen to a rookie boast about a title. I have held titles many more times then you ever will. You even looked up to me when you where younger. You admitted this yourself. Now you achieved something. Now that you got it and you even defended it once against the Order what are you going to do? Stand there pretty with a title. Word of advice is getting the title is only the beginning and now that you have it. Make something of it. The title is only as good as the person who holds it. Make it worth something even if you have to stab your own partner in the back but make it good. You got one and only one chance to do this.
Silver only stands there taking in the words that he received while not saying a word back. Mr. Showtime steps aside him and walks bumping him out of the way going back to walking down the hallway again. He keeps moving till he gets to a locker. He looks up as it say’s Mr. Showtime on the door. He opens the door and walk in the room. He turns on the lock to the small locker room and hangs the chain up on the hook next to the door. He closes the door and paces around for a second. There is a knock at the door. Mr. Showtime walks to the door and opens it as its Greg Kilgreen. Mr. Showtime steps away from the door and cracks his neck. Greg enters the room look at the chain that is stained with Shadow’s blood. He looks to Mr. Showtime and smile as they shake hands.
Greg: Good to see you again Mr. Showtime.
Mr. Showtime: It’s always good to see me. I haven’t met a mirror that I hated yet. Maybe in time I might but I think that day is a long way down the road. Anyways Mr. Kilgreen please proceeds with the interview. I will give this time to you can people who want answers though I do say they might be disappointed after this.
Greg: Well let’s hope not there are a lot of questions I’ve wanted to ask you since your return to POW. Like where have you been and what have you been up to? Why did you attack Shadow the way you did? What’s with the new attitude or are you reverting to old self that attacked anyone?
Mr. Showtime: Slow down Greg. One at a time please. Now I have been gone for a whole month all the sudden with no warning and everyone been asking me the same damn thing. Where? Why? Well to tell you the trust I am not going to answer these questions just yet. Not even the one’s who are close to me don’t know the answers to that and they won’t know till I believe I am ready to let everyone know. When it’s time I will come out with what went on and why I did what I did. It’s that simple now for everyone to stop bugging me about that. Now on to another question I heard you ask me. Why Shadow?
Greg: Yes. Why did you want to hurt Shadow and the Order that was with him?
Mr. Showtime: While I was gone I didn’t lose my ear on what’s happening here. Week after week I heard that little bitch Shadow spout off his mouth. Day after day he keeps speaking about this and that. He mentions me every chance he got because he is obsessed about over me. I know that wanna be dead gay freak wants to use me as a stepping stone and he tries to prove it time and after time. Then I got to shut his mouth. Now it time to put up or shut up. Shadow you are nothing compared to me. You are mere foot note that has bothered me time to time. It’s over. Move on to other things but no. You figured I am gone out of the picture leaves the rest of Society of Chaos open to take their titles away. Well they beat you and beat you good you little punk. It was about time I stopped taking easy on your ass and punish you.
Greg: Didn’t you ask for the street fight?
Mr. Showtime: Yes I did. I asked for it because it’s not going to be a match with gimmicks or anything special. This is going to be a pure fight if that. The little freak who wants to be a dead man but looks like a damn girl with make up is even going to fight back. That was only a taste of the violence and carnage that will occur. If the little pussy even show’s up, if he does he going to have the kiss ass group of loyal puppies follow him. Then he is going to talk about his sword and blah blah blah. He was a freaking hit man or he has contact or he is immortal, this bullshit about all that will end that day with the street fight. Believing in him is like believing in Santa Claus. It’s just not real.
Greg: Wow you really going off on him. This isn’t I side I have ever seen from you before.
Mr. Showtime: No shit. I am just tired of him going through talking about me. It’s over and done. Shadow you lost to me more times then I can count. Hell you can’t even beat my fellow people in Society of Chaos were you little Hellfire and slut Saya can’t even get you damn singles victory over any one. You in the minor leagues and shouldn’t be wrestling or even showing your girl like face in POW. You thought you were in the big leagues even with facing Big Ci back in UWC. Now you are nothing. You are scum and you will be beat in seconds by Big Ci. You would be beat by the guy in section 4 row t seat 21. Yeah him! You all know him. The guy with the sign that says Shadow sucks big balls. Which is most likely true but of course I am not his personal ball sucker like Hellfire in his daisy duke shorts. You’re nothing but a freak that is alone and cries’s like a little bitch in your parent’s house.
Greg: I am…
Mr. Showtime: (Cutting him off) Not you. I am talking about Shadow. So listen closer. I showed that Shadow is like everyone else. He bleeds like anyone and he can’t take the pain. I had him screaming for me to stop. I had him begging me to let him go and end the madness I was unleashing on him. I showed him no mercy though. His bitch boy Hellfire was powerless to stop me. His slut girl Saya couldn’t stop and the POW ref’s couldn’t stop me as I lay him flat on his back with another Season Ender. I will be honest that it felt great beating him down into a quivering heap of a mess. I love his cries for me to stop. Oh it was only fuel to the fire. I wanted more. I wanted blood and when the street fight comes. I want his life. I want him gone from my life and POW. He is no good and undeserving of anything. This will not be for the weak of heart. I promise you that.
Greg: Looks like your ready for the street fight. Now what about Fire missing?
Mr. Showtime: She isn’t missing. Look that’s for another time and day. If you have any more comments, concerns or questions you may soon reach me at my web address on my space. Coming soon though so I will get back with the link for every to send there comments and messages. Coming soon!
Greg: What about the future after this match?
Mr. Showtime: It’s open for anything. I may go after any title I feel like. Heck might go after Big Ci’s title or the vacant Television title. Heck if I dare I set my sights on Reck Maverick or even John Anthony dude in the Great Britain area. There are Endless possibilities for me because I have the whole future in front of me. You can count on me doing something big pretty soon to put me back in title picture I would love to bring more gold to Society of Chaos and show how truly great we are and that we will last longer then anyone else in the business. Now it’s time for you to go Greg.
Greg: Alright nice talking to you and glad you’re not into those random attacks again.
Mr. Showtime: I am not into that any more. It’s been all planned for the time being. Nice talking to you gets these things off my chest. I will see you soon enough.
Greg pulls the microphone away and heads for the door. Mr. Showtime follows him to the door. Greg slips out to the hallway and turns back as Mr. Showtime steps out into the hallway. He turns walking back down the hall in the other direction from Greg Kilgreen. Mr. Showtime closed the door behind him as Greg only watches the pace that Mr. Showtime is at as soon they loose sight of him. Greg looks to the camera man and smiles as they begin walking down the hall. The scene fades to black.
Guy: Hello?
Mr. Showtime: Lestat. I can not get a hold of Fire. Where is she?
Lestat: Fire has been kidnapped little bit ago but right now she is with Leyna right now resting. She will return in a couple days. I promise this man.
Mr. Showtime: Whatever. Look all I do is needed get a hold of her and speak to her. Apparently a lot has gone down since I disappeared on everyone. Oh well if I can’t a hold of her oh well. It’s no big loss any more. I got other things on my mind. Give her a message saying I want to talk to her and I have my old cell phone number. If she wants to get a hold of me if not oh well.
Lestat: Hey man it seems like you are having bit trouble. What’s going on? Can I help you in any way that I can?
Mr. Showtime: Look congratulations on the tag team titles with Silver but what I have been up to is not your problem or yours either. Heck it’s not Rage, Shade or even Fire’s problem. So when I tell you what been going on with me. You will find out with everyone else does. Other wise mind your problems alright? Good. Look I will see everyone else later.
Lestat: Look men were spouse to be a tight knit group that functions together as a team. You need to straighten your attitude right now or…
Mr. Showtime: (Cutting him off) Or what?! You’re going to kick me out of the group that I started? A Group that came from my mind and that I basically gave birth to? Look I came to everyone in Society of Chaos with idea based off one for all and all for one. We all live our own damn lives and that how it is. We help each other out in the process but we still have to do thing our own way some times. It’s the twist that keeps our group fresh and going into the day that it is. Sure there are things you have yet to tell me.
Lestat: Aren’t you worried about Fire any?
Mr. Showtime: (Irritated) Look I do worry about her but she is a grown woman who can kick ass. If anything she can handle her own. If not she would have said so and one of us would have provided help with her problem but that’s just it. It’s her problem that I am not sure she wants us get into. I am sure she will tell me more when she gets a hold of me.
Mr. Showtime walks down the halls of the POW arena in the back area. Few production people are here reading through papers. Mr. Showtime suddenly stops as he looks up at Silver standing there with his tag team title over his shoulder. Mr. Showtime holds the phone and slides it close putting it back in his pocket while never breaking eye contact with Silver. He smiles patting the title then back into Silver’s eyes losing the smile that he gained. Hikes up the chain that’s around his shoulders as Silver watches him.
Mr. Showtime: What? You got something to say to me too? That we are not acting like one whole unit? Everyone is a damn critic and I certainly not here to listen to a rookie boast about a title. I have held titles many more times then you ever will. You even looked up to me when you where younger. You admitted this yourself. Now you achieved something. Now that you got it and you even defended it once against the Order what are you going to do? Stand there pretty with a title. Word of advice is getting the title is only the beginning and now that you have it. Make something of it. The title is only as good as the person who holds it. Make it worth something even if you have to stab your own partner in the back but make it good. You got one and only one chance to do this.
Silver only stands there taking in the words that he received while not saying a word back. Mr. Showtime steps aside him and walks bumping him out of the way going back to walking down the hallway again. He keeps moving till he gets to a locker. He looks up as it say’s Mr. Showtime on the door. He opens the door and walk in the room. He turns on the lock to the small locker room and hangs the chain up on the hook next to the door. He closes the door and paces around for a second. There is a knock at the door. Mr. Showtime walks to the door and opens it as its Greg Kilgreen. Mr. Showtime steps away from the door and cracks his neck. Greg enters the room look at the chain that is stained with Shadow’s blood. He looks to Mr. Showtime and smile as they shake hands.
Greg: Good to see you again Mr. Showtime.
Mr. Showtime: It’s always good to see me. I haven’t met a mirror that I hated yet. Maybe in time I might but I think that day is a long way down the road. Anyways Mr. Kilgreen please proceeds with the interview. I will give this time to you can people who want answers though I do say they might be disappointed after this.
Greg: Well let’s hope not there are a lot of questions I’ve wanted to ask you since your return to POW. Like where have you been and what have you been up to? Why did you attack Shadow the way you did? What’s with the new attitude or are you reverting to old self that attacked anyone?
Mr. Showtime: Slow down Greg. One at a time please. Now I have been gone for a whole month all the sudden with no warning and everyone been asking me the same damn thing. Where? Why? Well to tell you the trust I am not going to answer these questions just yet. Not even the one’s who are close to me don’t know the answers to that and they won’t know till I believe I am ready to let everyone know. When it’s time I will come out with what went on and why I did what I did. It’s that simple now for everyone to stop bugging me about that. Now on to another question I heard you ask me. Why Shadow?
Greg: Yes. Why did you want to hurt Shadow and the Order that was with him?
Mr. Showtime: While I was gone I didn’t lose my ear on what’s happening here. Week after week I heard that little bitch Shadow spout off his mouth. Day after day he keeps speaking about this and that. He mentions me every chance he got because he is obsessed about over me. I know that wanna be dead gay freak wants to use me as a stepping stone and he tries to prove it time and after time. Then I got to shut his mouth. Now it time to put up or shut up. Shadow you are nothing compared to me. You are mere foot note that has bothered me time to time. It’s over. Move on to other things but no. You figured I am gone out of the picture leaves the rest of Society of Chaos open to take their titles away. Well they beat you and beat you good you little punk. It was about time I stopped taking easy on your ass and punish you.
Greg: Didn’t you ask for the street fight?
Mr. Showtime: Yes I did. I asked for it because it’s not going to be a match with gimmicks or anything special. This is going to be a pure fight if that. The little freak who wants to be a dead man but looks like a damn girl with make up is even going to fight back. That was only a taste of the violence and carnage that will occur. If the little pussy even show’s up, if he does he going to have the kiss ass group of loyal puppies follow him. Then he is going to talk about his sword and blah blah blah. He was a freaking hit man or he has contact or he is immortal, this bullshit about all that will end that day with the street fight. Believing in him is like believing in Santa Claus. It’s just not real.
Greg: Wow you really going off on him. This isn’t I side I have ever seen from you before.
Mr. Showtime: No shit. I am just tired of him going through talking about me. It’s over and done. Shadow you lost to me more times then I can count. Hell you can’t even beat my fellow people in Society of Chaos were you little Hellfire and slut Saya can’t even get you damn singles victory over any one. You in the minor leagues and shouldn’t be wrestling or even showing your girl like face in POW. You thought you were in the big leagues even with facing Big Ci back in UWC. Now you are nothing. You are scum and you will be beat in seconds by Big Ci. You would be beat by the guy in section 4 row t seat 21. Yeah him! You all know him. The guy with the sign that says Shadow sucks big balls. Which is most likely true but of course I am not his personal ball sucker like Hellfire in his daisy duke shorts. You’re nothing but a freak that is alone and cries’s like a little bitch in your parent’s house.
Greg: I am…
Mr. Showtime: (Cutting him off) Not you. I am talking about Shadow. So listen closer. I showed that Shadow is like everyone else. He bleeds like anyone and he can’t take the pain. I had him screaming for me to stop. I had him begging me to let him go and end the madness I was unleashing on him. I showed him no mercy though. His bitch boy Hellfire was powerless to stop me. His slut girl Saya couldn’t stop and the POW ref’s couldn’t stop me as I lay him flat on his back with another Season Ender. I will be honest that it felt great beating him down into a quivering heap of a mess. I love his cries for me to stop. Oh it was only fuel to the fire. I wanted more. I wanted blood and when the street fight comes. I want his life. I want him gone from my life and POW. He is no good and undeserving of anything. This will not be for the weak of heart. I promise you that.
Greg: Looks like your ready for the street fight. Now what about Fire missing?
Mr. Showtime: She isn’t missing. Look that’s for another time and day. If you have any more comments, concerns or questions you may soon reach me at my web address on my space. Coming soon though so I will get back with the link for every to send there comments and messages. Coming soon!
Greg: What about the future after this match?
Mr. Showtime: It’s open for anything. I may go after any title I feel like. Heck might go after Big Ci’s title or the vacant Television title. Heck if I dare I set my sights on Reck Maverick or even John Anthony dude in the Great Britain area. There are Endless possibilities for me because I have the whole future in front of me. You can count on me doing something big pretty soon to put me back in title picture I would love to bring more gold to Society of Chaos and show how truly great we are and that we will last longer then anyone else in the business. Now it’s time for you to go Greg.
Greg: Alright nice talking to you and glad you’re not into those random attacks again.
Mr. Showtime: I am not into that any more. It’s been all planned for the time being. Nice talking to you gets these things off my chest. I will see you soon enough.
Greg pulls the microphone away and heads for the door. Mr. Showtime follows him to the door. Greg slips out to the hallway and turns back as Mr. Showtime steps out into the hallway. He turns walking back down the hall in the other direction from Greg Kilgreen. Mr. Showtime closed the door behind him as Greg only watches the pace that Mr. Showtime is at as soon they loose sight of him. Greg looks to the camera man and smiles as they begin walking down the hall. The scene fades to black.
