Post by Mr. Showtime on Dec 10, 2005 3:36:00 GMT -5
(The scene opens up on a cold New Jersey night, on one of the beaches in the surrounding area of Brick. It’s a rather strange view, for there is a layer of snow covering the sand. It not a view of the beach most people see, and this boardwalk has a very dark and eerie tone to it. To your right is the sound of the ocean and not much more, and to the left is a dozens of vacant homes. In the summertime there is not one night where these homes are not full, but now...now they look as this place is a ghost town. There are a few boarded up windows, not a single light on inside any of the houses. Faintly there is something heard in the distance. The waves are crashing hard on the beach covering whatever it was, you can see a few random flickers of lights in the distance. If your eyes were sharp enough, it almost looks like a shadow of someone was walking towards. Slowly, in the distance there is the sound of footsteps. They are light and kind of long between, and each one is slowly slushing into the snow on the boardwalk. Finally stepping out of the shadows into what seems to be the only light overhead that was lite, is “Mr. Showtime” Mikey Wryght. For some reason he is out on the this ice cold December night. He is wearing a heavy black overcoat and he is wearing his gold and brown aviators. There is snow and ice glistening from the hair on his head and also from what seems to be a light beard. Every breath he takes you see a large cloud of fog coming from his mouth and nose. This cold weather came on rather fast...it seemed to be mostly warm this November, but this seems to be the starts of what is going to be a harsh winter. Showtime continues down the boardwalk, his head slightly tilted down bracing the wind as it blows. His hands are securely in his pockets and he is hunched a bit. There isn’t much more light but that doesn’t seem to matter.)
(There are some questions that had been left unanswered...one being where had be been? Who just disappears the week before a pay-per-view event? It wasn’t like Showtime to disappear like that, there needed to be a change. Honestly, he didn’t really care about the six man tag team match. He couldn’t lose the titles and he was set on not letting Benjamin even get near him until Deadly Intentions. He was a man of his word and where he was, some may say is a mysterious place. Don’t been foolish enough to think that Showtime got his money through owning a few gyms and wrestling. He just doesn’t generally disclose what he has done in his business ventures. But contacts...that was the best perk and this was one of them. Through his various business adventures Showtime had met some very interesting international people. The person that he knew, was from the Nara Todaiji. This was a Buddhist temple located in Nara Park, Japan. And yes...Showtime spent the majority of the week meditating and learning some of the ways of the Buddha. It seems that when Showtime mentioned mediation to Tom he meant it. It was an awakening experience, well Showtime thought it was. It at least gave him enough time to think about what has been happening, which has changed his view. He just didn’t understand where he went wrong. Showtime did come into Pure Class Wrestling as a rather nice guy. He’d been polite, but he came to realize that Pure Class wrestling may just be a name. How dare someone demand things from me. The camera follows him just walking down the boardwalk, with his hands in his pockets. It’s getting holder and the ocean wind had been turning his face a bit red.)[/i]
Showtime: Never place your hands on me...
(As Showtime says these words a burst of smoke seems to rush from his lips. Banks could have just stepped back, but he didn’t. That was a mistake that is going to...What was that! Showtime’s head jolts up and looks a bit further ahead down the dark boardwalk. Showtime, now hearing music in the distance, lowers his glasses a looks ahead and on the beach side of the boardwalk there is a small beach shanty that sees to have someone in it. It was little bit ahead, lowering his head Showtime continues on. It had officially started to snow now and as Showtime gets closer a the music playing is hear a bit clearer.)
...We at war with ourselves!
Jesus Walks
God show me the way ‘cause the devil is trying to break me down
Jesus walk with me...
(The song continues and the song happens to be “Jesus Walks” by Kanye West and as Showtime reaches the old building he looks around and is astonished that this place was still standing. The front door was slide open a bit, and Showtime just looks in a bit.)
...God show me the way ‘cause the devil is trying to break me down.
Jesus Walks With Me
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don’t fail me now.
Jesus Walk
And I don’t think there’s nothing I could do now to right my wrongs.
Jesus Walk With Me
I wanna talk to God but im afraid ‘cause we ain’t spoke in so long...
(Suddenly the music cuts off and a bewildered old man pops out from behind a bar with a black electrical cord hanging out of one of his hands. He has crazy white and grey hair and a matching grey and white mustache. He is wearing a pair of circle wire frames silver glasses and a large yellow parka. )[/i]
Old Man: Eureka!!!
(Showtime clears his throat and the man who is grinning rather large takes notice of him. The old man scurries out from behind the bar, and begins to pat his hands down on his pants.)
Old Man: Well company...Come In!!! Come In!!!
Showtime: Well I was just...
Old Man: Nonsense, it’s beginning to snow why don’t you sit down and get out of the cold. Plus there hasn’t been many people around here.
(Showtime steps into the rickety old building an looks around. The inside wasn’t quite helping this places image, not that it could hurt it. There was a long oak bar, a bit dusty but alright, and behind the bar there was a few mirrors, with empty glass shelves. Around the bar there were only five stools sitting around this bar. Once you get past the bar there is a large opening where there is a few tables. Except in one spot, it’s just the dust marks of the bottom of a table where once was once, recently. The old man and Showtime meet up half way through the room, and the old man extends his hand. I bit confused Showtime gives the place a quick look around again and accepts his hand.)
Old man: Well hello there, the name’s Sebastian Harp, but most people just call me Dispatch
Showtime: Michael Wryght...
Dispatch: Nice to meet you. Now Come...Come! Sorry about the music.
(Showtime follows. Dispatch walks back around the bar. Getting a bit more comfortable he cracks a little bit of a smile and takes a seat on one of the stools on the left end of the bar.)
Showtime: It’s perfectly fine...Sorry but I couldn’t see you as much of a rap fan.
Dispatch: Oh, Hogwash!!! All that is, is a bunch of noise. I can’t follow any of it. It was my grand kids. They came in an took the table from over there. They must have been listening to that...rap. Would you like some coffee, it’s all I can offer.
Showtime: That works for me boss. I like mine black.
(Dispatch turns around and pour out two cups of coffee for the two men . Showtime takes off the pair of leather gloves that he had been wearing, and when Dispatch placed the Styrofoam cup in front of Showtime he wraps his hands around it. )
Dispatch: Good, because there’s nothing to put in it. So what is a man like you doing around here. It’s cold out there!
Showtime: Well I like the cold, and I was just walking the planks. I’ve been coming around here since I was a kid
Dispatch: No one actually likes being cold. Most people just say that to get out of answering the question. Were your answers out there?
Showtime: Not sure.
Dispatch: She knows your answers...
Showtime: Huh?
Dispatch: The sea. She knows, it’s where I go as well. She is always there to listen, she can’t really answer but would you like this old cooks opinion.
Showtime: Shoot!
Dispatch: I have always found that any problem I had I faced it head on. You see I a rather bull headed and stubborn old bastard. I have lived my entire life and everything that I have, I owe it to me stepped up and taken it. You’re destiny lies where you want it...control what you can. Oh. and Michael the mind gets cloudy when you over think things. When you go out there, if you actually just listen to her, she’ll talk.
(The man gives Showtime a nod after his last statement, and Showtime sits there looking at him letting the old man’s words sit in a bit. Showtime finishes off his coffee, grabs his gloves and stands up from the stool.)[/color]
Showtime: Thank you for everything, but I really must be going.
Dispatch: Anytime you’re around...
(The two men shake hands and Showtime turns for the door. He takes a few steps but then sharply turn in the direction of the bar. But when he turns around there is no one there. There isn’t even sign that someone was there. Was he there? He had to be...Showtime seeming a bit confuse just shakes it off, turning back towards the sliding door.)
Showtime: I just wish I knew why they called him Dispatch...
(Showtime, putting his black leather gloves back on and pulls out his cell phone from his coat pocket. It seems while Showtime chatted with his missing host it began to snow a bit harder. He calls his limousine driver, who had been waiting at the other end to the boardwalk. He told the driver to meet him near the middle. The driver would seen him one he got out to the main avenue. He is all bundled again and he ventures forth. The old man did have a point. Coming up at Deadly Intentions, everything was for the taking...The Match, The Money, and possible more... Showtime gets out the main road and the two headlights begin to shine on him. The scattered snow is blowing at a hard angel causing the snow to seem to fall sideways. The car stops and Showtime opens the back door. He puts his right foot in the door and stops for a second. He turns back to the ocean, and just listens....The camera then fades to black and then cuts to snow.)
(There are some questions that had been left unanswered...one being where had be been? Who just disappears the week before a pay-per-view event? It wasn’t like Showtime to disappear like that, there needed to be a change. Honestly, he didn’t really care about the six man tag team match. He couldn’t lose the titles and he was set on not letting Benjamin even get near him until Deadly Intentions. He was a man of his word and where he was, some may say is a mysterious place. Don’t been foolish enough to think that Showtime got his money through owning a few gyms and wrestling. He just doesn’t generally disclose what he has done in his business ventures. But contacts...that was the best perk and this was one of them. Through his various business adventures Showtime had met some very interesting international people. The person that he knew, was from the Nara Todaiji. This was a Buddhist temple located in Nara Park, Japan. And yes...Showtime spent the majority of the week meditating and learning some of the ways of the Buddha. It seems that when Showtime mentioned mediation to Tom he meant it. It was an awakening experience, well Showtime thought it was. It at least gave him enough time to think about what has been happening, which has changed his view. He just didn’t understand where he went wrong. Showtime did come into Pure Class Wrestling as a rather nice guy. He’d been polite, but he came to realize that Pure Class wrestling may just be a name. How dare someone demand things from me. The camera follows him just walking down the boardwalk, with his hands in his pockets. It’s getting holder and the ocean wind had been turning his face a bit red.)[/i]
Showtime: Never place your hands on me...
(As Showtime says these words a burst of smoke seems to rush from his lips. Banks could have just stepped back, but he didn’t. That was a mistake that is going to...What was that! Showtime’s head jolts up and looks a bit further ahead down the dark boardwalk. Showtime, now hearing music in the distance, lowers his glasses a looks ahead and on the beach side of the boardwalk there is a small beach shanty that sees to have someone in it. It was little bit ahead, lowering his head Showtime continues on. It had officially started to snow now and as Showtime gets closer a the music playing is hear a bit clearer.)
...We at war with ourselves!
Jesus Walks
God show me the way ‘cause the devil is trying to break me down
Jesus walk with me...
(The song continues and the song happens to be “Jesus Walks” by Kanye West and as Showtime reaches the old building he looks around and is astonished that this place was still standing. The front door was slide open a bit, and Showtime just looks in a bit.)
...God show me the way ‘cause the devil is trying to break me down.
Jesus Walks With Me
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don’t fail me now.
Jesus Walk
And I don’t think there’s nothing I could do now to right my wrongs.
Jesus Walk With Me
I wanna talk to God but im afraid ‘cause we ain’t spoke in so long...
(Suddenly the music cuts off and a bewildered old man pops out from behind a bar with a black electrical cord hanging out of one of his hands. He has crazy white and grey hair and a matching grey and white mustache. He is wearing a pair of circle wire frames silver glasses and a large yellow parka. )[/i]
Old Man: Eureka!!!
(Showtime clears his throat and the man who is grinning rather large takes notice of him. The old man scurries out from behind the bar, and begins to pat his hands down on his pants.)
Old Man: Well company...Come In!!! Come In!!!
Showtime: Well I was just...
Old Man: Nonsense, it’s beginning to snow why don’t you sit down and get out of the cold. Plus there hasn’t been many people around here.
(Showtime steps into the rickety old building an looks around. The inside wasn’t quite helping this places image, not that it could hurt it. There was a long oak bar, a bit dusty but alright, and behind the bar there was a few mirrors, with empty glass shelves. Around the bar there were only five stools sitting around this bar. Once you get past the bar there is a large opening where there is a few tables. Except in one spot, it’s just the dust marks of the bottom of a table where once was once, recently. The old man and Showtime meet up half way through the room, and the old man extends his hand. I bit confused Showtime gives the place a quick look around again and accepts his hand.)
Old man: Well hello there, the name’s Sebastian Harp, but most people just call me Dispatch
Showtime: Michael Wryght...
Dispatch: Nice to meet you. Now Come...Come! Sorry about the music.
(Showtime follows. Dispatch walks back around the bar. Getting a bit more comfortable he cracks a little bit of a smile and takes a seat on one of the stools on the left end of the bar.)
Showtime: It’s perfectly fine...Sorry but I couldn’t see you as much of a rap fan.
Dispatch: Oh, Hogwash!!! All that is, is a bunch of noise. I can’t follow any of it. It was my grand kids. They came in an took the table from over there. They must have been listening to that...rap. Would you like some coffee, it’s all I can offer.
Showtime: That works for me boss. I like mine black.
(Dispatch turns around and pour out two cups of coffee for the two men . Showtime takes off the pair of leather gloves that he had been wearing, and when Dispatch placed the Styrofoam cup in front of Showtime he wraps his hands around it. )
Dispatch: Good, because there’s nothing to put in it. So what is a man like you doing around here. It’s cold out there!
Showtime: Well I like the cold, and I was just walking the planks. I’ve been coming around here since I was a kid
Dispatch: No one actually likes being cold. Most people just say that to get out of answering the question. Were your answers out there?
Showtime: Not sure.
Dispatch: She knows your answers...
Showtime: Huh?
Dispatch: The sea. She knows, it’s where I go as well. She is always there to listen, she can’t really answer but would you like this old cooks opinion.
Showtime: Shoot!
Dispatch: I have always found that any problem I had I faced it head on. You see I a rather bull headed and stubborn old bastard. I have lived my entire life and everything that I have, I owe it to me stepped up and taken it. You’re destiny lies where you want it...control what you can. Oh. and Michael the mind gets cloudy when you over think things. When you go out there, if you actually just listen to her, she’ll talk.
(The man gives Showtime a nod after his last statement, and Showtime sits there looking at him letting the old man’s words sit in a bit. Showtime finishes off his coffee, grabs his gloves and stands up from the stool.)[/color]
Showtime: Thank you for everything, but I really must be going.
Dispatch: Anytime you’re around...
(The two men shake hands and Showtime turns for the door. He takes a few steps but then sharply turn in the direction of the bar. But when he turns around there is no one there. There isn’t even sign that someone was there. Was he there? He had to be...Showtime seeming a bit confuse just shakes it off, turning back towards the sliding door.)
Showtime: I just wish I knew why they called him Dispatch...
(Showtime, putting his black leather gloves back on and pulls out his cell phone from his coat pocket. It seems while Showtime chatted with his missing host it began to snow a bit harder. He calls his limousine driver, who had been waiting at the other end to the boardwalk. He told the driver to meet him near the middle. The driver would seen him one he got out to the main avenue. He is all bundled again and he ventures forth. The old man did have a point. Coming up at Deadly Intentions, everything was for the taking...The Match, The Money, and possible more... Showtime gets out the main road and the two headlights begin to shine on him. The scattered snow is blowing at a hard angel causing the snow to seem to fall sideways. The car stops and Showtime opens the back door. He puts his right foot in the door and stops for a second. He turns back to the ocean, and just listens....The camera then fades to black and then cuts to snow.)
