Post by Non Compos Mentis on Feb 5, 2006 12:04:40 GMT -5
[The scene opens with a view of a plane flying overhead in near twilight conditions. The apparently silver and red colored plane looks to be diving slowly towards a distant airport as we looks towards the sparkling lights on the many runways that surround the plethora of metallic roofed buildings.
We turn around to see an extension of the grass bank we are standing on. The largely brown and dried grass indicates to us that this bank is underfed and under appreciated. The ground is dusty and downtrodden, as we look further up the bank to see a pair of feet. They are adorned in new looking Reebok Classics but one of them is covered in a black, gooey substance. The feet are attached to a pair of legs similarly adorned in new, freshly bought clothing in the form of levis 501 jeans.
Once more we follow the course of the body up to see a denim jacket, newly bought. Underneath the jacket is the only piece of clothing that, by appearance, has been used before. A black t-shirt with a white emblem on the front that resembles that of a toxic sign.
We finally see the head of the figure. The short beard and shoulder length hair are instantly recognizable of that of Non Compos Mentis. He seems to be sitting in a thoughtful mood, watching the planes fly in and out of the huge complex of buildings and runways.]
Non Compos Mentis: Man… Why did they leave me here…
Still could have been worse… Last birthday on the streets I was dumped, drunk and unconscious, in a dumpster full of glass… Those guys sure knew a good time when they saw one…
Why an Airport…
Oh… I’m probably reading too much into the thought process of two Chinese guys, a giant, a brick wall and a wacko who’s got less brain cells than a spud…
Man… AND WHAT THE FUCK IS ON MY SHOE!!!
Oh man… These cost a lot…
[Mentis gets to his feet and looks around the environment. As he looks he realizes that there is no road anywhere near.]
Non Compos Mentis: How…. How the hell did I get here… How the hell did they get me here…
Not a goddamn road anywhere… No tracks… No footprints… What the hell did they do… Float me here…
Sod it… TO THE AIRPORT…
[Mentis begins walking towards the lights, which to be honest would take a while.]
The constant transitions that we all make in life to get away from whatever ails us… Stress… Lack of excitement… Escape from monotony…
Everyone does it… We all need to get away now and then…
Everyone goes towards the lights of exotic destinations… it is human nature to seek out the more luxurious climes of existence… If only for a fortnight…
People seek to escape their humdrum lives… their meaningless existence… Their monotonous jobs and their boring wife and 2 kids normality…
They want to feel like someone… they want that waiter to give them a pina colada and they can go and sit on that secluded beach and feel like they are important…
They think that the fancy drinks and the 5 star hotels make them “Classy”… Well who does that remind me of…
Let me think… Who around PCW has a penchant for expensive drinks and high quality living… Who thinks that he is a hotshot superstar…
I think it is you John… John Matthews… Johnny Vivacious…
You tell me that you will show me why you are called Vivacious… All I can say to that is… I guess that’s why you aint called vicious… or Johnny Successful… or how about Johnny Good wrestler…
You see… John… through all of your gloating and all of your stupid statements to the fans that you claim I don’t respect… You have, as of yet proved absolutely nothing to me… all you have shown is that you are ignorant and incompetent…
You claim that you were “taking a step back” when I surprised you on Trauma last week… Do you think I am stupid… Do you think that I am as incompetent as you are… let me tell you what I have told many people who have made the same mistake…
I am university educated… I am a graduate in modern and classical philosophy… too bad I didn’t get a chance to get a job… Being a one time occupant of a cell in a mental asylum doesn’t do much for a CV…
[Mentis stops for a second and looks up. Suddenly we hear the roar of an incoming aircraft and the massive beast of a vehicle appears overhead. The astoundingly low flying aircraft appears to frighten Mentis as the sound grow and grows until it reaches a deafening level. As it passes overhead the noise lessens until it reaches a normal level once again.]
Non Compos Mentis: WHAT THE FUCK!!!
OWWWWWWW!!!
[Mentis starts to walk again and makes his way towards the airport.]
You have made the mistake that many have made John… You have underestimated me… You have tried to embarrass me publicly… you have tried to turn the fans against me…
You will be trying… to take away what is mine…
But you got a number of things wrong along the way… I don’t hate the fans… I love the fans for giving me the chance to be in PCW…
I was not embarrassed… I chased you off… you ran like a little girl… you were the one that ran with his tail between his legs…
And you claimed that this title was all I cared about… No… this title is not all I care about… The fact that I have held this title is irreversible…
You can take away my title… but you cannot take away the ink that is on the wresting records… the ink that says that I am a one-time North American champion…
That… you cannot take away…
You say that you will crush my dreams… I will tell you that you cannot… My dreams have already come true… I have made my mark on the world… apart from my birth and death all I wanted was a piece of documentation that meant I had done something good in the world and now… I have that…
All I have now are aspirations… Aspirations of further success but no dreams…
My path to the lights has gone as far as I had planned for… But nevertheless the lights draw… the lights draw me closer towards further stardom and the next obstacle to this success is you John…
That is all you are to me… an obstacle…
You tell people that you are leaving after Mass Destruction… you say that if you win you will sell my North American Title in auction…
If not to raise funds to buy a new shag pile rug… to give out more disrespect to me… to take away something that is rightfully mine and give it to some memorabilia collector… some deranged fan that thinks he can be a good wrestlers if he own a championship belt…
How much will you sell it for John… How much do you want to try and disrespect me… How much do you want to hurt me…
I doesn’t matter anyway… If you sell that belt… and you leave… I will naturally be placed as the Number 1 contender as last champion… I will win the title back and all that you will have succeeded in is making me look more successful with Non Compos Mentis… 2 time North American champion on my record…
You see John… either way it will be a no-win situation for you… if I win… you don’t get the title and you go back to whine at your dad… if you win… sure you get the title and a few extra dollars in your pocket but you fail at what you wanted to do… disrespect and destroy me… Because… after a month I promise I would be North American champion again…
And then what… another yuppie like you comes to challenge me… another yuppie loses… I have said it before but now I will promise… My reign as North American champion will continue and It will last as long as I want it to…
I will not give up this title until I am ready to… and with you John… I don’t think I am ready yet… I still have a lot of lights to walk towards… I have a lot of stars to catch…
I have yet more matches to win and more titles to conquer whilst I hold this one…
John… you will lose in the only match you have ever actually taken part in during your PCW career… seeing as how you decided to attack me before your actual debut…
The lights draw me closer… closer to the success that I so truly deserve… closer to my destiny of becoming a World Champion…
Just like this very country I will go from my humble beginnings in XCW and a collapsed GCG to flourishing into a superpower… PCW’s superpower… A superpower that will enforce… as I have promised before… a dark age… a dark age that will engulf the PCW…
A dark age that will capture my destiny and give me the World title…
And you John … you will be the next victim… you will be the next person to feel the pain that I have been inflicted with… You will feel my wrath…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher of Destruction…
And the bringer of the Dark Age.
[Mentis continues walking towards the lights of the airport in search of a road or a taxi as the scene slowly fades to black.]
We turn around to see an extension of the grass bank we are standing on. The largely brown and dried grass indicates to us that this bank is underfed and under appreciated. The ground is dusty and downtrodden, as we look further up the bank to see a pair of feet. They are adorned in new looking Reebok Classics but one of them is covered in a black, gooey substance. The feet are attached to a pair of legs similarly adorned in new, freshly bought clothing in the form of levis 501 jeans.
Once more we follow the course of the body up to see a denim jacket, newly bought. Underneath the jacket is the only piece of clothing that, by appearance, has been used before. A black t-shirt with a white emblem on the front that resembles that of a toxic sign.
We finally see the head of the figure. The short beard and shoulder length hair are instantly recognizable of that of Non Compos Mentis. He seems to be sitting in a thoughtful mood, watching the planes fly in and out of the huge complex of buildings and runways.]
Non Compos Mentis: Man… Why did they leave me here…
Still could have been worse… Last birthday on the streets I was dumped, drunk and unconscious, in a dumpster full of glass… Those guys sure knew a good time when they saw one…
Why an Airport…
Oh… I’m probably reading too much into the thought process of two Chinese guys, a giant, a brick wall and a wacko who’s got less brain cells than a spud…
Man… AND WHAT THE FUCK IS ON MY SHOE!!!
Oh man… These cost a lot…
[Mentis gets to his feet and looks around the environment. As he looks he realizes that there is no road anywhere near.]
Non Compos Mentis: How…. How the hell did I get here… How the hell did they get me here…
Not a goddamn road anywhere… No tracks… No footprints… What the hell did they do… Float me here…
Sod it… TO THE AIRPORT…
[Mentis begins walking towards the lights, which to be honest would take a while.]
The constant transitions that we all make in life to get away from whatever ails us… Stress… Lack of excitement… Escape from monotony…
Everyone does it… We all need to get away now and then…
Everyone goes towards the lights of exotic destinations… it is human nature to seek out the more luxurious climes of existence… If only for a fortnight…
People seek to escape their humdrum lives… their meaningless existence… Their monotonous jobs and their boring wife and 2 kids normality…
They want to feel like someone… they want that waiter to give them a pina colada and they can go and sit on that secluded beach and feel like they are important…
They think that the fancy drinks and the 5 star hotels make them “Classy”… Well who does that remind me of…
Let me think… Who around PCW has a penchant for expensive drinks and high quality living… Who thinks that he is a hotshot superstar…
I think it is you John… John Matthews… Johnny Vivacious…
You tell me that you will show me why you are called Vivacious… All I can say to that is… I guess that’s why you aint called vicious… or Johnny Successful… or how about Johnny Good wrestler…
You see… John… through all of your gloating and all of your stupid statements to the fans that you claim I don’t respect… You have, as of yet proved absolutely nothing to me… all you have shown is that you are ignorant and incompetent…
You claim that you were “taking a step back” when I surprised you on Trauma last week… Do you think I am stupid… Do you think that I am as incompetent as you are… let me tell you what I have told many people who have made the same mistake…
I am university educated… I am a graduate in modern and classical philosophy… too bad I didn’t get a chance to get a job… Being a one time occupant of a cell in a mental asylum doesn’t do much for a CV…
[Mentis stops for a second and looks up. Suddenly we hear the roar of an incoming aircraft and the massive beast of a vehicle appears overhead. The astoundingly low flying aircraft appears to frighten Mentis as the sound grow and grows until it reaches a deafening level. As it passes overhead the noise lessens until it reaches a normal level once again.]
Non Compos Mentis: WHAT THE FUCK!!!
OWWWWWWW!!!
[Mentis starts to walk again and makes his way towards the airport.]
You have made the mistake that many have made John… You have underestimated me… You have tried to embarrass me publicly… you have tried to turn the fans against me…
You will be trying… to take away what is mine…
But you got a number of things wrong along the way… I don’t hate the fans… I love the fans for giving me the chance to be in PCW…
I was not embarrassed… I chased you off… you ran like a little girl… you were the one that ran with his tail between his legs…
And you claimed that this title was all I cared about… No… this title is not all I care about… The fact that I have held this title is irreversible…
You can take away my title… but you cannot take away the ink that is on the wresting records… the ink that says that I am a one-time North American champion…
That… you cannot take away…
You say that you will crush my dreams… I will tell you that you cannot… My dreams have already come true… I have made my mark on the world… apart from my birth and death all I wanted was a piece of documentation that meant I had done something good in the world and now… I have that…
All I have now are aspirations… Aspirations of further success but no dreams…
My path to the lights has gone as far as I had planned for… But nevertheless the lights draw… the lights draw me closer towards further stardom and the next obstacle to this success is you John…
That is all you are to me… an obstacle…
You tell people that you are leaving after Mass Destruction… you say that if you win you will sell my North American Title in auction…
If not to raise funds to buy a new shag pile rug… to give out more disrespect to me… to take away something that is rightfully mine and give it to some memorabilia collector… some deranged fan that thinks he can be a good wrestlers if he own a championship belt…
How much will you sell it for John… How much do you want to try and disrespect me… How much do you want to hurt me…
I doesn’t matter anyway… If you sell that belt… and you leave… I will naturally be placed as the Number 1 contender as last champion… I will win the title back and all that you will have succeeded in is making me look more successful with Non Compos Mentis… 2 time North American champion on my record…
You see John… either way it will be a no-win situation for you… if I win… you don’t get the title and you go back to whine at your dad… if you win… sure you get the title and a few extra dollars in your pocket but you fail at what you wanted to do… disrespect and destroy me… Because… after a month I promise I would be North American champion again…
And then what… another yuppie like you comes to challenge me… another yuppie loses… I have said it before but now I will promise… My reign as North American champion will continue and It will last as long as I want it to…
I will not give up this title until I am ready to… and with you John… I don’t think I am ready yet… I still have a lot of lights to walk towards… I have a lot of stars to catch…
I have yet more matches to win and more titles to conquer whilst I hold this one…
John… you will lose in the only match you have ever actually taken part in during your PCW career… seeing as how you decided to attack me before your actual debut…
The lights draw me closer… closer to the success that I so truly deserve… closer to my destiny of becoming a World Champion…
Just like this very country I will go from my humble beginnings in XCW and a collapsed GCG to flourishing into a superpower… PCW’s superpower… A superpower that will enforce… as I have promised before… a dark age… a dark age that will engulf the PCW…
A dark age that will capture my destiny and give me the World title…
And you John … you will be the next victim… you will be the next person to feel the pain that I have been inflicted with… You will feel my wrath…
For I am Non Compos Mentis…
The Usher of Destruction…
And the bringer of the Dark Age.
[Mentis continues walking towards the lights of the airport in search of a road or a taxi as the scene slowly fades to black.]