Post by Mr. Showtime on Jan 3, 2016 17:24:45 GMT -5
On the corner of the stage stood a young man with a fake beard covering his peach fuzz. He was dressed in a very Dickensian manner with a long tailed suit jacket and matching top hat. A single white spotlight illuminated his presence and found him reading from a large leather bound book.
“Awaking in the middle of a prodigiously tough snore, and sitting up in bed to get his thoughts together, Scrooge had no occasion to be told that the bell was again upon the stroke of One.”
A pale blue spotlight, as if to mimic the moonlight of this time of the morning, shone upon another child dress as Ebenezer Scrooge. He sat on a bed placed on the edge of the stage. The curtain was to feel like the old miser’s bed curtains. The boy played up the directress that he just endured from his first Spirit meeting.
The bell tolled its chilling chime indicating the next spirit was arriving. Behind the curtain a burst of white light shone and made the audience jump back in a start. Scrooge was ready for anything between a baby or rhinoceros to be on the other side of his bed curtains. He parted the stage curtains with his hands and they rolled back fully. The bright lights dimmed allowing the normal stage lights to take over the job.
The Dickensian dressed boy picked up his reading for the crowd, “It was his own room. There was no doubt of that. But it had undergone a surprising transformation. The walls and ceilings were so hung with live green, that it looked a perfect grove; from every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened. The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there; and such a mighty blaze went roaring up the chimney, as that dull petrification of a hearth had never known in Scrooge’s time, or Marley’s, or for many and many a winter season gone.”
In truth the stage crew had placed mirrors among the holiday greenery and strategically aimed the stage light to dance from the set and into the crowd. Scrooge rubbed his eyes as he took his place within the room. The band had struck up playing a mixture of yuletide music; where you might just be able to pick out your favorite carol before it blended into a new one.
“Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, suckling-pigs, long wreaths of sausage, mince-pies, plum-pudding, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see; who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty’s horn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light on Scrooge.”
As the boy finished his passage the white spotlight dimmed and he faded into the backstage area. The stage didn’t show quite the splendor as he had described but the children did their best to have the verbal description bring their project to life. In the corner did indeed sit what seemed to be a giant. In a simple green robe sat an above average sized man upon his throne of Christmas feasts. He wore a wild red wig and beard and upon his head sat a wreath of holly.
The giant tore a chunk of meat from a turkey leg and laughed heartily. He whipped his mouth with his green sleeve and bellowed, “Come in!” He paused, if for no other reason then to swallow and repeated, “Come in! And know me better, man!”
Scrooge shuffled his feet and wouldn’t bring his eyes to meet his next Spirit. He was not the dogged Scrooge he had been; and though the Spirit’s eyes were clear and kind, he did not like to meet them.
“Look upon me, for I am the Ghost of Christmas Present!” Scrooge did as he was commanded and was speechless at the presence of the Spirit. His jaw flapped up and down, but no words could escape. “You have never seen the like of me before!”
“Never,” choked out Scrooge.
“Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family; meaning (for I am very young) my elder brothers born in these later years?” pursued the Phantom.
“I don’t think I have,” said Scrooge. “I am afraid that I have not. Have you had many brothers, Spirit?”
“More that eighteen hundred have come before me.”
“Think of the grocery bills!” replied Scrooge trying to ease his own nerves, even a nervous laugh was able to escape his timid self. The Spirit stood and approached the much smaller Scrooge who submissively said, “Spirit, conduct me where you will. I went forth last night on compulsion, and I learnt a lesson which is working now. Tonight, if you have aught to teach me, let me profit by in.”
The Spirit nodded his head and with a cocky half smile he said, “Touch my robe!”
They stepped in front of the curtains as they closed and quickly reopened. This began the process of the Ghost of Christmas Present showing Scrooge the meaning of Christmas. The first and third Spirits show nothing but grim tidings and opportunities let fall. The second Spirit dealt with only happiness and joy, though some at Ebenezer’s expense. First they visited the joy out on the streets of Christmas Day London. Then they made their way to Scrooge’s nephew Fred to take in their festivities.
Finally they ended at the home of Bob Cratchit and they watch as a family enjoyed a meager male as if it where a feast. The laughter and joy they share where so much strife lived brightened Scrooges eyes. Though with sadness he watched Tiny Tim hobble and cough, but proclaim good will towards all men.
“Please Spirit, I must know if Tiny Tim will be okay.”
“That is the future and my domain is the present. Though if the events do not change I see an empty seat and a crutch without an owner beside the fireplace. But if he is going to die then he better hurry up and do it and decrease the surplus population.”
“Spirit, you words. My words,” and Scrooge looked physically harmed as his own words were thrown back at him.
“Come, my time runs short,” said the Spirit, who’s once red wig and beard had now gone white.
“Are Spirit’s lives so short?”
“My life upon this globe, is very brief,” replied the Spirit. “It ends tonight at the stroke of midnight.”
“But Spirit, you mustn’t go I have learn so much, and I am not the same man that you met this morning. I have changed.”
The bell struck twelve, and as the lights dimmed and smoke accumulated on the stage the Ghost of Christmas Present can be heard faintly, “Go on, and know him better man.”
The curtain closed and the audience rose to their feet to applaud. The company was taking a brief intermission to set up the scenery for the next specter. The kids couldn’t be happier in the backstage area. They were doing their best from being too loud, but they were oozing with excitement. A few of the younger kids rushed the Ghost of Christmas Present as he exited the stage. He gave them the same hearty in character laugh before his removed his beard and wig.
Underneath the Spirit’s costume was none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. Every holiday season the children of his community put on a show, but the old theater house that they use was in bankruptcy. Wryght’s advisors told him that it would be great publicity if he were to save the theater and the play for Christmas. He agreed, but refused to let them release any press around the event. It would organically get out to the press about his stunt, but he didn’t want any extra attention on the children that deserved to be the stars out there.
They were careful to not let his appearance leak, but if any of the news outlets caught wind of it his statement was simple; Michael Wryght is only participating in this production because none of the children were big enough for the role.
Showtime found that devastatingly hilarious, but no one else did. Though it didn’t matter to him. All he cared about was that these children had the same opportunities that he did in his past. It was no secret that Showtime tried to be some great philanthropist, which was part of the reason he was such a prime candidate for the Presidency of the United States.
As the commotion settled, Michael Wryght made his way back to a dressing room he had picked out himself. It wasn’t the biggest, but he did need some area away from the kids to get ready and just get some peace of mind. He opened his green robe to start to get dressed in twenty-first century attire, and picked up his phone. There was already a message from his campaign manager saying that social media was already taking about the surprise selfless return to acting from the future President.
Showtime tossed his phone aside and threw his robe to the ground. He was left wearing a pair of brown baggy pants and sat in a heap upon a dusty old recliner. Though his campaign seemed to be headed in the right direction nothing else seemed to be.
Showtime was happy to see that nothing else escalated between Phinehas Grimm and William Sadistic. But wasn’t it only a matter of time before this thin ice breaks? Showtime had history with both of these men, but their history goes back to the cradle. Could Billy handle losing the title to his brother? Could he handle the extra circular activity that went on after the match? These two could get on with the priorities at hand, or ruin everything. Showtime was sure to be in the middle of it and if thing go awry then there would be no winner.
And yet he had his own issues to worry about. Again one of the so called Pure Class Superstars thought it pertinent to wrap a few chairs around Showtime. This rematch between he and Eira was a joke. She should have been disqualified on numerous occasions, but with no authority figure these miscreants are able to run amuck in this once prestigious federation. Instead they were forced to throw the match out entirely. Being the good guy in these matters sucks.
You have one person out to physically out to harm the other. It was clear that was the case. Eira wanted to destroy Showtime out of some sort of vengeance about not being able to do the deed with Sadistic. She’s claimed that it has to do with how Showtime won the titles, but he did everything that he was supposed to. Regardless if it made him look bad he did the right thing, and Showtime would be much happier if everyone could finally come to the same conclusion.
He was fine if Eira wanted to make it personal. Showtime had way more to lose then she did. That might make her dangerous, but it made his continued success instrumental. There were too many people that were depending on him. He saw those on the campaign trail and what an embarrassment they were making of themselves. It was apparent that it would need to be Showtime that stood out in this race if America was to progress rather then regress.
Eira was standing in the way of all of that. He knew how he looked in the ring would be beneficial with success. It made him look stronger and more capable if conflict were to arise on a grander scale. From the other side of things, if people like Eira and other think they could get away with making Mr. Showtime look like a chump they’d have another thing coming. Showtime was already beginning to cement himself into a likable candidate, so if he needed to hurt someone to protect himself then he would do just that.
None of this would necessary though if the PCW Executive Board could make a decision on the new acting President. It was a huge conflict in interest for Showtime to keep signing documents on behalf of Pure Class Wrestling. No one had asked him to step in, but him at the helm was better then no one. Already PCW was slipping into chaos. There wasn’t much order before, but better then what he saw at Collision Course. This was everyone’s problem, but Showtime’s end stems from no one else being even remotely qualified to take over this burden.
The Dillingers, Eira, both presidencies were all conflicts in interest. Showtime was at a pivotal moment where he knew that he was going to need to start making some tough decisions. Not many would be happy about it, especially Showtime, but he was ready for the job. He would help in any manner that William and Phinehas needed, and he would put down Eira once and for all. The rest would need to unfold a bit more before Showtime could make any serious decisions.
Happy Holidays Everyone!
“Awaking in the middle of a prodigiously tough snore, and sitting up in bed to get his thoughts together, Scrooge had no occasion to be told that the bell was again upon the stroke of One.”
A pale blue spotlight, as if to mimic the moonlight of this time of the morning, shone upon another child dress as Ebenezer Scrooge. He sat on a bed placed on the edge of the stage. The curtain was to feel like the old miser’s bed curtains. The boy played up the directress that he just endured from his first Spirit meeting.
The bell tolled its chilling chime indicating the next spirit was arriving. Behind the curtain a burst of white light shone and made the audience jump back in a start. Scrooge was ready for anything between a baby or rhinoceros to be on the other side of his bed curtains. He parted the stage curtains with his hands and they rolled back fully. The bright lights dimmed allowing the normal stage lights to take over the job.
The Dickensian dressed boy picked up his reading for the crowd, “It was his own room. There was no doubt of that. But it had undergone a surprising transformation. The walls and ceilings were so hung with live green, that it looked a perfect grove; from every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened. The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there; and such a mighty blaze went roaring up the chimney, as that dull petrification of a hearth had never known in Scrooge’s time, or Marley’s, or for many and many a winter season gone.”
In truth the stage crew had placed mirrors among the holiday greenery and strategically aimed the stage light to dance from the set and into the crowd. Scrooge rubbed his eyes as he took his place within the room. The band had struck up playing a mixture of yuletide music; where you might just be able to pick out your favorite carol before it blended into a new one.
“Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, suckling-pigs, long wreaths of sausage, mince-pies, plum-pudding, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see; who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty’s horn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light on Scrooge.”
As the boy finished his passage the white spotlight dimmed and he faded into the backstage area. The stage didn’t show quite the splendor as he had described but the children did their best to have the verbal description bring their project to life. In the corner did indeed sit what seemed to be a giant. In a simple green robe sat an above average sized man upon his throne of Christmas feasts. He wore a wild red wig and beard and upon his head sat a wreath of holly.
The giant tore a chunk of meat from a turkey leg and laughed heartily. He whipped his mouth with his green sleeve and bellowed, “Come in!” He paused, if for no other reason then to swallow and repeated, “Come in! And know me better, man!”
Scrooge shuffled his feet and wouldn’t bring his eyes to meet his next Spirit. He was not the dogged Scrooge he had been; and though the Spirit’s eyes were clear and kind, he did not like to meet them.
“Look upon me, for I am the Ghost of Christmas Present!” Scrooge did as he was commanded and was speechless at the presence of the Spirit. His jaw flapped up and down, but no words could escape. “You have never seen the like of me before!”
“Never,” choked out Scrooge.
“Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family; meaning (for I am very young) my elder brothers born in these later years?” pursued the Phantom.
“I don’t think I have,” said Scrooge. “I am afraid that I have not. Have you had many brothers, Spirit?”
“More that eighteen hundred have come before me.”
“Think of the grocery bills!” replied Scrooge trying to ease his own nerves, even a nervous laugh was able to escape his timid self. The Spirit stood and approached the much smaller Scrooge who submissively said, “Spirit, conduct me where you will. I went forth last night on compulsion, and I learnt a lesson which is working now. Tonight, if you have aught to teach me, let me profit by in.”
The Spirit nodded his head and with a cocky half smile he said, “Touch my robe!”
They stepped in front of the curtains as they closed and quickly reopened. This began the process of the Ghost of Christmas Present showing Scrooge the meaning of Christmas. The first and third Spirits show nothing but grim tidings and opportunities let fall. The second Spirit dealt with only happiness and joy, though some at Ebenezer’s expense. First they visited the joy out on the streets of Christmas Day London. Then they made their way to Scrooge’s nephew Fred to take in their festivities.
Finally they ended at the home of Bob Cratchit and they watch as a family enjoyed a meager male as if it where a feast. The laughter and joy they share where so much strife lived brightened Scrooges eyes. Though with sadness he watched Tiny Tim hobble and cough, but proclaim good will towards all men.
“Please Spirit, I must know if Tiny Tim will be okay.”
“That is the future and my domain is the present. Though if the events do not change I see an empty seat and a crutch without an owner beside the fireplace. But if he is going to die then he better hurry up and do it and decrease the surplus population.”
“Spirit, you words. My words,” and Scrooge looked physically harmed as his own words were thrown back at him.
“Come, my time runs short,” said the Spirit, who’s once red wig and beard had now gone white.
“Are Spirit’s lives so short?”
“My life upon this globe, is very brief,” replied the Spirit. “It ends tonight at the stroke of midnight.”
“But Spirit, you mustn’t go I have learn so much, and I am not the same man that you met this morning. I have changed.”
The bell struck twelve, and as the lights dimmed and smoke accumulated on the stage the Ghost of Christmas Present can be heard faintly, “Go on, and know him better man.”
The curtain closed and the audience rose to their feet to applaud. The company was taking a brief intermission to set up the scenery for the next specter. The kids couldn’t be happier in the backstage area. They were doing their best from being too loud, but they were oozing with excitement. A few of the younger kids rushed the Ghost of Christmas Present as he exited the stage. He gave them the same hearty in character laugh before his removed his beard and wig.
Underneath the Spirit’s costume was none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. Every holiday season the children of his community put on a show, but the old theater house that they use was in bankruptcy. Wryght’s advisors told him that it would be great publicity if he were to save the theater and the play for Christmas. He agreed, but refused to let them release any press around the event. It would organically get out to the press about his stunt, but he didn’t want any extra attention on the children that deserved to be the stars out there.
They were careful to not let his appearance leak, but if any of the news outlets caught wind of it his statement was simple; Michael Wryght is only participating in this production because none of the children were big enough for the role.
Showtime found that devastatingly hilarious, but no one else did. Though it didn’t matter to him. All he cared about was that these children had the same opportunities that he did in his past. It was no secret that Showtime tried to be some great philanthropist, which was part of the reason he was such a prime candidate for the Presidency of the United States.
As the commotion settled, Michael Wryght made his way back to a dressing room he had picked out himself. It wasn’t the biggest, but he did need some area away from the kids to get ready and just get some peace of mind. He opened his green robe to start to get dressed in twenty-first century attire, and picked up his phone. There was already a message from his campaign manager saying that social media was already taking about the surprise selfless return to acting from the future President.
Showtime tossed his phone aside and threw his robe to the ground. He was left wearing a pair of brown baggy pants and sat in a heap upon a dusty old recliner. Though his campaign seemed to be headed in the right direction nothing else seemed to be.
Showtime was happy to see that nothing else escalated between Phinehas Grimm and William Sadistic. But wasn’t it only a matter of time before this thin ice breaks? Showtime had history with both of these men, but their history goes back to the cradle. Could Billy handle losing the title to his brother? Could he handle the extra circular activity that went on after the match? These two could get on with the priorities at hand, or ruin everything. Showtime was sure to be in the middle of it and if thing go awry then there would be no winner.
And yet he had his own issues to worry about. Again one of the so called Pure Class Superstars thought it pertinent to wrap a few chairs around Showtime. This rematch between he and Eira was a joke. She should have been disqualified on numerous occasions, but with no authority figure these miscreants are able to run amuck in this once prestigious federation. Instead they were forced to throw the match out entirely. Being the good guy in these matters sucks.
You have one person out to physically out to harm the other. It was clear that was the case. Eira wanted to destroy Showtime out of some sort of vengeance about not being able to do the deed with Sadistic. She’s claimed that it has to do with how Showtime won the titles, but he did everything that he was supposed to. Regardless if it made him look bad he did the right thing, and Showtime would be much happier if everyone could finally come to the same conclusion.
He was fine if Eira wanted to make it personal. Showtime had way more to lose then she did. That might make her dangerous, but it made his continued success instrumental. There were too many people that were depending on him. He saw those on the campaign trail and what an embarrassment they were making of themselves. It was apparent that it would need to be Showtime that stood out in this race if America was to progress rather then regress.
Eira was standing in the way of all of that. He knew how he looked in the ring would be beneficial with success. It made him look stronger and more capable if conflict were to arise on a grander scale. From the other side of things, if people like Eira and other think they could get away with making Mr. Showtime look like a chump they’d have another thing coming. Showtime was already beginning to cement himself into a likable candidate, so if he needed to hurt someone to protect himself then he would do just that.
None of this would necessary though if the PCW Executive Board could make a decision on the new acting President. It was a huge conflict in interest for Showtime to keep signing documents on behalf of Pure Class Wrestling. No one had asked him to step in, but him at the helm was better then no one. Already PCW was slipping into chaos. There wasn’t much order before, but better then what he saw at Collision Course. This was everyone’s problem, but Showtime’s end stems from no one else being even remotely qualified to take over this burden.
The Dillingers, Eira, both presidencies were all conflicts in interest. Showtime was at a pivotal moment where he knew that he was going to need to start making some tough decisions. Not many would be happy about it, especially Showtime, but he was ready for the job. He would help in any manner that William and Phinehas needed, and he would put down Eira once and for all. The rest would need to unfold a bit more before Showtime could make any serious decisions.
Happy Holidays Everyone!
