Post by R. Aiden Torres on Oct 8, 2007 16:56:56 GMT -6
The scene opens up to a grand dinning room fit for a king. The room is lit with a hundred candles and no electric lamps around. However, it is still bright enough for the camera and the people can see. The camera rolls along the dinning table that seems miles long. Finally comes to the end were there sits Mr. Showtime in a robe fit for a king. There is paper and with a quill pen sitting on it. The candle melts beside him sitting on top of skulls. Mr. Showtime has his hair pulled back into pony tail. His eyes are darkened from lack of sleep he gets, giving off a dark and gothic feel to him. He smiles as the lighting storm still rages on outside from the meeting. Mr. Showtime looks up to the camera with a blank look but a stare that put holes in the toughest of men. The flame of the candle flickers with the wind that blows through the windows.
Mr. Showtime: Midnight soon comes. The hour of the awaking will soon be here. Finally the Omen will make itself clear. Once the Omen is realized, the face of POW will change. A dark sinister shadow looms over the very federation itself.
A butler walks up to him, as Mr. Showtime looks over to him. The butler holds out a silver platter with a note on it. Mr. Showtime looks over, and takes the note. He opens it and begins to read the note handed to him. He sighs and closes the note. He puts it on the platter again. He nods to the butler as the butler makes his leave. Mr. Showtime puts his hands up as the butler leaves.
Mr. Showtime: It seems as if we have a challenger. Mr. Sycho I believe. I saw this kid fight with Dan Savage and beat Shadow and his puppy. Nothing impressive though because anyone can beat Shadow. He bares the scar I put into his back, and he was never the same after that. Sycho, you believe you can take on the whole damn show? You think because you teamed with Dan Savage, you’re unstoppable? Believe things will be done to you that you may not like.
The old man moves into view behind Mr. Showtime. Mr. Showtime’s eyes look back but without his head turning. He reaches over picking up a goblet filled with red wine. Mr. Showtime takes a sip of it, replacing it back on the table where it once set without any feelings showing on his face.
Old Man: That stuff can get to you.
Mr. Showtime: Old man, did you come down from your dingy den to bother me with more of your riddles? I’m not going to listen to more of the rants of an aged man. You have given me no reason to listen to you, now back up to the bell tower where you came from you bat.
Old Man: Do not tell me what to do in my home. You are my visitor. You need to watch your mouth. You have over stayed your welcome here. Yet you stayed, command my staff to serve your every need, now you must take your leave before I make you take it.
Mr. Showtime: You dare threaten me, old man? You are going to kick me out of this castle that falls apart like you. This place crumbles with each passing day. Yet you invited me here to find out secrets about myself, but you gave no insight. You have failed your mission old man, but something tells me there is more to you then just what’s been said. Tell me who are you?
Old Man: Someone from your past that has pushed you to what you are now, but if you can’t figure it out. I remain only as an old man to you.
This makes Mr. Showtime move his chair back and stand up. He turns around and looks to the old man. Walking around the chair he gets into the old man’s face. Lighting strikes from the outside as they look like there about to duke it out.
Old Man: I’ve given notice to someone to come get you. They will be arriving soon. I sense the forth coming. It puts goodness on this castle. One you didn’t bring with you, you bring this storm and hatred with you which aren’t welcomed here.
Mr. Showtime: I see. You’re getting lackey’s to do your dirty work. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know your reasoning, I wanted to know what type of monster you are, and what makes you tick from day to day? I may be straight forth with my reasoning in and out of the ring, but you have more underlining evil then I do. A person has to read the fine print to see your evils and short comings.
Old Man: You’re going to kill yourself one day.
Mr. Showtime: You can’t kill what’s stronger then death. Dan Harvey tried killing the legend of Mr. Showtime, but he found out I would rather pass out, before I tap out. I have been beaten and bloodied. I will not give up, I will not stop, even though I get many double dealings from upper management since Tito left.
The butler walks in with two souls behind him. Both are wearing rain ponchos’ that are dripping onto the floor, because of the rain that has soaked them. They look up to Mr. Showtime as he looks back to them. One of them reaches up and pulls the hood down the covered their face. Once the hood is down we can see it’s Mr. Showtime’s wife, Fire. She looks to him as they lock eyes. He walks up to her without the warmest of greetings. The other lets his hood down as its Mr. Showtime’s friend, Shade. He sighs and looks back to the old man.
Mr. Showtime: Dirty old man, I’ll return to give what is rightfully coming to you for what you have done. Don’t think for a moment that it’s gone unnoticed in this world. Things have a way of coming back, sometimes ten fold. See you later old man.
Old Man: You have no right to judge me. Your time will come, only if you realize it has.
Fire: Come on hunny, we have to go now.
Mr. Showtime: Fine.
Mr. Showtime, Fire and Shade make their way down the long winding halls of the castle led by the butler. He hands Mr. Showtime a rain poncho like the others have. Mr. Showtime puts it on as he walks toward the large wooden doors that are the front. They sway open as the down pouring rain blows inward. There sits a horse drawn coach waiting for them. They run out into the rain and get into the carriage. Sitting back once the door is closed they can hear the sound of thunder and see the striking of lightning. Mr. Showtime sits next to his wife in the back.
Fire: You’ve got to get ready for your match soon. You don’t want to go unprepared.
Mr. Showtime: Against this Sycho. Don’t worry. I can beat him. I have prepared enough for this battle. Dan Harvey is a lot tougher and harder then this dude. He wouldn’t be anything on my radar. I got him already beat.
Fire: Good. I was hoping to hear that from you. Who was that old man?
Mr. Showtime: Mein Vater.
Fire looks over to Mr. Showtime with a surprised expression upon her face.
Fire: YOUR WHAT!?
The scene comes to an abrupt end as Fire yells her question into the fierce storming night.
Mr. Showtime: Midnight soon comes. The hour of the awaking will soon be here. Finally the Omen will make itself clear. Once the Omen is realized, the face of POW will change. A dark sinister shadow looms over the very federation itself.
A butler walks up to him, as Mr. Showtime looks over to him. The butler holds out a silver platter with a note on it. Mr. Showtime looks over, and takes the note. He opens it and begins to read the note handed to him. He sighs and closes the note. He puts it on the platter again. He nods to the butler as the butler makes his leave. Mr. Showtime puts his hands up as the butler leaves.
Mr. Showtime: It seems as if we have a challenger. Mr. Sycho I believe. I saw this kid fight with Dan Savage and beat Shadow and his puppy. Nothing impressive though because anyone can beat Shadow. He bares the scar I put into his back, and he was never the same after that. Sycho, you believe you can take on the whole damn show? You think because you teamed with Dan Savage, you’re unstoppable? Believe things will be done to you that you may not like.
The old man moves into view behind Mr. Showtime. Mr. Showtime’s eyes look back but without his head turning. He reaches over picking up a goblet filled with red wine. Mr. Showtime takes a sip of it, replacing it back on the table where it once set without any feelings showing on his face.
Old Man: That stuff can get to you.
Mr. Showtime: Old man, did you come down from your dingy den to bother me with more of your riddles? I’m not going to listen to more of the rants of an aged man. You have given me no reason to listen to you, now back up to the bell tower where you came from you bat.
Old Man: Do not tell me what to do in my home. You are my visitor. You need to watch your mouth. You have over stayed your welcome here. Yet you stayed, command my staff to serve your every need, now you must take your leave before I make you take it.
Mr. Showtime: You dare threaten me, old man? You are going to kick me out of this castle that falls apart like you. This place crumbles with each passing day. Yet you invited me here to find out secrets about myself, but you gave no insight. You have failed your mission old man, but something tells me there is more to you then just what’s been said. Tell me who are you?
Old Man: Someone from your past that has pushed you to what you are now, but if you can’t figure it out. I remain only as an old man to you.
This makes Mr. Showtime move his chair back and stand up. He turns around and looks to the old man. Walking around the chair he gets into the old man’s face. Lighting strikes from the outside as they look like there about to duke it out.
Old Man: I’ve given notice to someone to come get you. They will be arriving soon. I sense the forth coming. It puts goodness on this castle. One you didn’t bring with you, you bring this storm and hatred with you which aren’t welcomed here.
Mr. Showtime: I see. You’re getting lackey’s to do your dirty work. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know your reasoning, I wanted to know what type of monster you are, and what makes you tick from day to day? I may be straight forth with my reasoning in and out of the ring, but you have more underlining evil then I do. A person has to read the fine print to see your evils and short comings.
Old Man: You’re going to kill yourself one day.
Mr. Showtime: You can’t kill what’s stronger then death. Dan Harvey tried killing the legend of Mr. Showtime, but he found out I would rather pass out, before I tap out. I have been beaten and bloodied. I will not give up, I will not stop, even though I get many double dealings from upper management since Tito left.
The butler walks in with two souls behind him. Both are wearing rain ponchos’ that are dripping onto the floor, because of the rain that has soaked them. They look up to Mr. Showtime as he looks back to them. One of them reaches up and pulls the hood down the covered their face. Once the hood is down we can see it’s Mr. Showtime’s wife, Fire. She looks to him as they lock eyes. He walks up to her without the warmest of greetings. The other lets his hood down as its Mr. Showtime’s friend, Shade. He sighs and looks back to the old man.
Mr. Showtime: Dirty old man, I’ll return to give what is rightfully coming to you for what you have done. Don’t think for a moment that it’s gone unnoticed in this world. Things have a way of coming back, sometimes ten fold. See you later old man.
Old Man: You have no right to judge me. Your time will come, only if you realize it has.
Fire: Come on hunny, we have to go now.
Mr. Showtime: Fine.
Mr. Showtime, Fire and Shade make their way down the long winding halls of the castle led by the butler. He hands Mr. Showtime a rain poncho like the others have. Mr. Showtime puts it on as he walks toward the large wooden doors that are the front. They sway open as the down pouring rain blows inward. There sits a horse drawn coach waiting for them. They run out into the rain and get into the carriage. Sitting back once the door is closed they can hear the sound of thunder and see the striking of lightning. Mr. Showtime sits next to his wife in the back.
Fire: You’ve got to get ready for your match soon. You don’t want to go unprepared.
Mr. Showtime: Against this Sycho. Don’t worry. I can beat him. I have prepared enough for this battle. Dan Harvey is a lot tougher and harder then this dude. He wouldn’t be anything on my radar. I got him already beat.
Fire: Good. I was hoping to hear that from you. Who was that old man?
Mr. Showtime: Mein Vater.
Fire looks over to Mr. Showtime with a surprised expression upon her face.
Fire: YOUR WHAT!?
The scene comes to an abrupt end as Fire yells her question into the fierce storming night.
